perv!choso finally getting the pretty girl of his dreams to move in with him.
choso was proud of himself.
admittedly, he wasnāt used to feeling this kind of emotion towards himself ā or anyone, really. but he was so, so proud of the little stunt he somehow managed to pull.
it started at the beginning of the semester. he was at the library with his best friend, satoru, when you walked in. prettiest little thing he had ever seen ā completely out of his league, though.
satoru mustāve realized how he was staring at someone like a lost puppy who finally found its master, because he turned around and raised an eyebrow when his eyes landed on the girl who captured his friendās attention.
and wasnāt life great?
apparently you were dating satoruās brother, the obnoxious frat boy every girl on campus ogled every time he walked by. choso felt a pang of pity cross his heart at that, because you were most definitely getting cheated on.
poor, sweet thing. he would never treat you like that ā at least, thatās what he decided fifteen seconds after seeing you for the first time. he knew heād worship the ground you walked on with those pretty heels of yours; the same ones that later in his room, with his leaky cock in his fist, heād imagine pressing against his hard-on as he begged for more.
he spiraled after that.
heād find any little excuse to be at the same spaces you frequented, discreetly remembering your routine and schedule. he started studying at the campus cafeteria he hated, just because you loved to hang out there with some of your friends after your psychology class. heād pretend to drop his pen, just to bend down to grab it and snatch a quick photo of your long legs. he told himself it was harmless. just looking.
but chosoās favorite part of the day wasnāt following you around, no. it was after.
it was at his apartment, where heād stare at the picture he took earlier as he slouched back on his bed, tugging his sweats down to free his already hard cock.
heād spit into his palm, his grip tight as his chest would rise and fall unevenly. phone in hand, his mind wandered to the thought of your thighs locking around his head as you moaned his name with that sweet voice, praising him for being a good boy.
two months later, satoru drops the news. you broke up with his brother, and left the frat house. you were now searching for a place to stay ā with a roommate.
choso had never posted an announcement so quickly in his life.
three weeks later, here you were. your things were already in his apartment, making it somehow feel warmer. you were exactly as heād expected: a pretty girl, sweet and trusting ā and that was the worst part. you trusted him. you smiled at him over breakfast, left your door open, fell asleep on the couch while he was right there. you had no idea.
you only agreed to move in with him because he was friends with satoru, so āhe must be a nice guyā.
same nice guy that is currently locked in his room, pair of black lace panties pressed against his nose ā heād found them tangled in your bedsheets when he offered to do your laundry. such a gentleman, right? ā as he whimpers softly and ruts against the sheets.
thereās always a ping of guilt behind his teary eyes, because deep down he knows what heās doing is wrong.
but fuck ā how could he stop, when your scent clung to his nose as he took deep shaky breaths? when the fabric pressed against his face, hard shaft in his hand, precum helping him move it faster?
how can he, when you use those stupid mini skirts that bless him with a peek of your pretty ass every time you bend over? he knew you werenāt doing it on purpose, leaving your underwear on the washing machine. but fuck if he wasnāt going to take advantage of it.
his search history became somewhat of a loop ā he discovered a new porn category he was getting quite fond of. roommates.
even better if the girl resembled you, so he could imagine it was you bouncing on his cock, choking him and using him as you pleased. sometimes the girls in the videos gagged the man with a pair of their panties ā so choso started to gag himself with the ones he stole from you every time he watched them, thinking it was you putting them there.
he wondered, sometimes, if you could hear him through the thin walls. if you knew. if maybe ā just maybe ā you left those panties there on purpose.
back to the present ā he focuses his teary eyes on his phone screen, where a random girl is riding a tied up, dark haired guy. he sucks at the panties shoved in his mouth, spit sliding down his chin and his neck.
his eyes are focused on the way the manās dick disappears in the girl, fantasizing about you riding him instead. he just knows your pussy would swallow him whole, greedy thing - making him whine and cry under you. heād be desperate to cum, so heād snap his hips up to meet yours⦠maybe youād get mad at him and call him pathetic, maybe youād even slap himā
that thought is the one that shoves him over the edge. his hips stutter, a broken sound catching in his throat as white spurts stripe his stomach and chest, hot and messy against his heaving abs.
the lace is still pressed to his face, still in his mouth ā muffling the pretty whimpers he can't hold back, swallowing the name he wants so badly to moan out loud. yours.
he cleaned himself up slowly, noticing the panties now ruined ā some of his cum managed to get on them, his mess staining the black lace. heād have to wash them before you noticed. or maybe he'd keep them like this. a souvenir.
he just⦠couldn't help it. you were the girl of his dreams, after all.
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ā¶ļøļø High For This (starring . fratboy plug!choso)
synopsis . You're best friend's with both your favorite emo fratboy and the campus plug. So when you make an offhand comment while under the influence one night that no guy has ever made you cum, he takes it upon himself to challenge that.
content . afab!reader, oral sex, dirty talk, spitting, squirting, he has a tongue piercing, pussy slapping, slightly-bimbo!reader, high sex, 69 position, cumming without realizing it, munch activities (yk how choso is), heās a lil cocky, first time squirting, finger fucking, shotgun kiss, he talks you to filth, slight manhandling, throat fucking, head pushing, heavy praise, etc.
word count . 8.9k || author's note: this is a repost from kamitv so if it looks familiar, that's why. (the original was labeled mature, unfortunately) banner art from, "Hachisuka's Family Kotoribako"
āThis guy is following me, pretend to be my boyfriend.ā
āWhaāā
A pair of arms are wrapping around his neck before he has time to react properly and the rush of something sweet wafts up into his nose. A careful hand, decorated with ring after ring and adorned with black polish across the nails, comes to the right side of your waist to pull you in close.
Chosoās rich and definitely intoxicated brown eyes mull over the faces of the people around him, spotting Gojo and Getoāhis friendsānot too far away from him, and a bunch of other partygoers.
He doesnāt ask you any more questionsādespite how youāre some random chick who came clinging onto himāas his eyes soon land on the guy whoād clearly been following you.
āEw, Naoyaā¦ā He spits out, his face twisting up into a nasty scowl of pure disgust as the residential misogynist comes walking toward the two of you. āDonāt tell me heās the asshole bothering you?ā Choso whispers questioningly.
Your face is all buried into his neck and he could feel your arms tightening around him as you mumbled a gentle, āMhm, he is.ā
Greatā¦
Because who in their right mind would want to deal with Naoya on a Saturday night? The guy gets kicked out of every frat house party thatās ever been held ācause of shit like this. All he does is harass and insult women, only to be eventually approached by one of the many frat brothers and get kicked out moments later.
Seems like this week itās Chosoās turn to handle him. Which is just wonderful, really.
āYo,ā Choso calls out to the fully approached Naoya, whose mere presence makes him feel nauseated. āThe fuck do you want with my girl?ā
Now, youāve never spoken to Choso before this but, the sound of him calling you his girl has your heart feeling all warm insideāeven though heās only said that because youād asked him to play along.Ā
The scent of his cologne mixing with the thick musk of weed fills your nose as your face smushes up into his chest. You only know the man through the rumors youāve heard and the few times youāve seen him around these parties you keep attending. As you readjust your chin to look up at his expression, you think your arms unconsciously hold onto him a little tighter the moment you spot the vein peeking out against his jawline.
Everyone hates Naoya, thatās an irrefutable fact. But, something about how annoyed Choso was looking at him right now had you pulling your lower lip into your mouth.
Naoya lets off a scoff, his voice all loud and annoying, āThis dumb bitch is your girl?ā He asks.Ā
Every syllable that left his mouth is grating to all listening ears. Ugh, he was such a nuisanceā¦
You merely glance back at the guy for a second and notice the look in his eyes that clearly says heās not buying this shit. Chosoācatching the same thing that you doāslips one of his hands downwards to the small of your back, not daring to go any lower just yet, and then eases you even closer.
āFirst off, watch your fuckinā mouth,ā He scoffs out, jaded eyes dragging up and down Naoyaās frame as he wonders how long it would take to knock him onto his ass. āSecondly, yeah, weāre together. What do you want?ā
āThat slut owes me money,ā Naoya curses with tightly crossed arms, his gaze fixated entirely on you as if Choso werenāt even there. Though, heās not really looking to get kicked out of this party just yet and heās trying his best to avoid physical confrontation.
Cocking a brow, the brunet smoothes out a low huff that smells of the recently consumed marijuana he's inebriated under before redirecting his slightly glossed eyes down to you, āThis isnāt what I think it is, is it, baby?ā
Youāre quickly distracted by the pet name that so easily rolled off of his tongue but without getting too wrapped up in it, you blink. āHuh?ā
Choso slowly tilts his head to the side and cracks a knowing grin, āYouāve been seeinā other dealers? Donāt you know Iām the best on campus?ā
Gulping, āWell, Iāā
āSāokay,ā He cuts off to ease the concern and worry trying to paint itself into your features. āWeāll get back to that in a secā,ā Then he gestures his head over to Naoya, gives your waist a little squeeze, and says, āLemme handle this guy for you first.āĀ
Choso carefully moves you to the side and steps toward Naoya, whoās arguably a bit taller than him. He sizes him up again and bites back his scoff, replacing it with a tiresome sigh that he doesnāt even try to play off as anything else outside of what it isāan honest gesture of displeasure.
Voice lazy, āHow much does she owe you, man?ā Choso asks with one hand already fishing through the pocket of his pants for his wallet.
It really didnāt matter what number was thrown out to him, he was gonna fling whatever bit of cash he had on him toward Naoya to get him to fuck off. The only thing good about his presence right now was the fact that it brought you along, which is something Choso would like to return to as swiftly as possible.
āTch,ā Naoya chuffs, trying to glance behind him to get another scowling look at you before he says, āAs if you have enough toāā
āJusā give me the number before I get you kicked out again,ā Choso cuts off cleanly with a gaze that bores into the manās skull.
One beat of silence passes by as Naoya contemplates a few things in his mind, wondering whether or not he really wants to test his luck with this.Ā
Ultimately, he ends up caving with a roll of his eyes, āFineā¦ā Then he gives him the number of which you owe and heās literally smacked in the face with a random wad of cash as if he were some kindaā cheap whore to be dealt with.
āThere,ā Choso spat, āNow donāt let me catch you trying to sell my girl your overpriced bullshit again, yeah?ā Technically, he had no right to tell someone else not to sell drugs to you when he didnāt even know you.
But, one look at your face and he was certain heād want you coming to him for weed and not anyone else after this. Especially when going to someone else landed you in this situation where youāre being followed around parties for paymentāChoso would never do such a thing. Heād offer alternatives before even thinking to harass you like that.
Naoya was immediately enraged by how heās being dismissed but itās not like he could express that since there were one too many fraternity members in the area for him to do so without instantly getting escorted out. Thus, he settles for shuffling up the cash thatād fallen onto the floorāsnatching each bill from beneath the feet of partygoersāand keeps his curses in a lowered whisper thatād never be heard under the blaring music.
Then, as if nothing ever happened, the surrounding people return to their dancing and Naoya seems to disappear somewhere into the crowd shortly after.
Which leaves you standing in place with slightly widened eyes whilst Choso turns around to look at you, brushing his hands off like heād just dealt with some type of dirt or something.
āYou alright?ā He asks, taking a step closer toward you. The music is loud so itās hard for you to really hear him, hence why he leans his ear down to your lips so he can gather your response properly.
You nod at first and then the words follow, āUhm, yeah. I wasnāt expecting you to pay that off for me but, thank you, Choso.ā
Shifting over to talk into your ear now, āDonāt sweat it, princess. But uh,ā He clicks his tongue before darting it out to swipe over his lower, pierced lip. āI meant what I said before. You shouldāve been dealinā with me, not that idiot.ā
āOh,ā You chirp.
Then he pulls away and the two of you are able to take one another in properly for the first time.
Under the changing LED lightsāwhich are currently a mix of purple and redāboth of your faces are dimly illuminated. Chosoās eyes openly scan over every detail of your expression, watching the cute curl in your lips as you slowly smile at him.
Oh, youāre gorgeous.Ā
What are the odds that a pretty girl like you literally comes running into his arms at a party like this? And then this dress you have on⦠Choso doesnāt exactly mean to glance down but when he does, he notices the way the fabric simply hugs your body, shaping you in all the right places and more.
He gulps, a sound that wouldāve been rather loud if not for the vibrating base of music against the surrounding frat house walls. His eyes flick back up to your face and youāre shamelessly staring at his lips, then your gaze lifts to his nose, then to the right side of his face; right at his cheekbone for some reason? After, youāre looking at the tattoo running across the bridge of his nose andā
Ohhh, Choso was so distracted with checking you out that he almost forgot how many body modifications he has. He gets these kinda stares all the time but for a second heād lost his entire train of thought. Thereās the ring on the left side of his lower lip, his anti-brow piercing on the right half of his face, the small one on the left side of his nose with a very obvious tattoo running across the bridge, and then the multitude of piercings all over his ears.
Makesā sense why you were staring now. Youāve got this clueless little look in your eyes and itās kinda cuteā
āHow much do you charge?ā Youāre asking, ending his thoughts entirely.Ā
The word, āFree,ā blurts out of him before he even realizes it and itās not until he sees the way you start giggling that he realizes what heād just said. Shaking his head, and backtracking, āWait-, no. I donāt do anything for free, sorry. If anything,ā Choso leans back and slides his hands down into his pockets, āYou actually owe me now.ā
Your eyes shoot wide open, āOwe you for what?!ā youāre huffing as you wonder how the hell you keep finding yourself in someoneās debt like this.
āHm, I dunno. Paying Naoya off for you?ā He says with this sly grin stretching across his face. āBut donāt worry, you jusā owe me a promise.āĀ
āGottaā promise youāll come to me for your weed instead of that moron, Iāve got better prices and better strains. None of that baby shit he was scamminā you with, trust me.ā Choso offers with his pinky still outstretched. Youāre slow to intertwine your finger with his and he uses the connection to pull you closer, āI need to hear you say it too.ā
You almost start stuttering with the way heād jerked your body closer just to say that all lowly to you. āI promise Iāll come to you instead of Naoya from now on,ā You respond with a dramatic emphasis on your words, fighting the blooming feeling in the pit of your stomach that spurs when he smiles at you as if he were proud or something.
And thatās roughly how the two of you met and became acquainted with one another. A couple minutes of fake-dating, one pinky promise, and a ācomplimentaryā joint to start you off later and the two of you were practically best buds!
āā
Well, not exactly best buds but you and him do get really close after that little party and encounter.
You stay true to the promise youād made with him and only ever deal with him from then on. Choso was entirely honest with you that night so, everything heād said turned out to be more than true. The shit you used to get from Naoya was nothing compared to what you were constantly high off of now, and it was cheaper.
Though, sometimes you did seduce your way into convincing Choso to give you an even lower discountā¦.
One slightly revealing top was usually all it took for him to snag off a couple dollars for youāamongst other things. Like the cute ass smile you flash his way whenever youāre geeked out of your mind, yapping on and on about fuck knows what until the words leaving you no longer make sense. Yeah, Choso loves that.Ā
Oh, and the tasty gloss you typically coat your lips with.Ā
Heās not some kinda weirdo so he definitely hasnāt had any⦠lustful thoughts about said gloss but, he canāt exactly avoid getting a taste of it whenever the two of you are cycling a blunt back and forth and bits of it are left clinging to the wrap.
Outside of just smoking his weed and becoming his favorite customer, you also become someone he likes to keep by his side and talk to from time to time. The best discounts from him come after a good smoke sesh that he usually has to beg you to stick around for.
During those, the two of you end up talking each otherās ears off until it really comes time for you to go.Ā
Slowly but surely, the two of you are spotted together more often than either of you cared to be, and dating rumors shuffle about. Theyāre quickly shut down after a couple of parties where youāre spotted letting some other random guy kiss on you but, a certain two individuals try their best to keep it alive.
The individuals in question are none other than Chosoās closest frat brothers: Gojo and Geto. Those idiots were fully convinced that poor Choso never got any play until he met you, and now theyāre both convinced heās your loser boyfriend.
Youāre pretty sure they only act like that because theyāre jealous youāre probably getting free weed from the guy while theyāre not.
Little do they know, their perception of your relationship with Choso couldnāt have been further from the truth. He was definitely getting play, he was just quiet about it since heās the kinda guy you wouldnāt even realize slept around unless he wanted you to realize it. And as for you, youāre the one who ends up feeling like a loser after a while seeing as every guy you hook up fails to make you cum.
So much so that you were starting to believe there was actually something wrong with you.Ā
This all leads to now, as you enter Chosoās dorm room for the nth time this week to, hopefully, get high enough to distract you from that little orgasmic issue of yours.
As soon as you enter the dorm, your mood is killed immediately.
Sitting in the living room laughing loud as hell, is Gojo and Geto. Both of their heads turn in sync as you walk in, trying to quickly pocket the spare key Choso had made for you some time agoāhaving mentioned something about being too lazy to open the door for you all the timeāand hoping that the two men will leave you-
āLook whoās here to see her man, awww,ā Gojo coos before you can even try to ignore him.
Then Geto follows that up with a cunning, āShouldā warn you though, your boyfriendās high as a kite in there.ā
Trying not to let their annoying-ass taunting get to you, you settle for a sigh of, āWhen is he not?ā before turning the corner and b-lining towards Chosoās room.
There are some more childish snickers and comments made about you from the two men but you pay no mind to it this time.
Pushing the desired door open, youāre immediately met with a thick heat of smoky air and a completely fogged room. The sound of a towel brushing against the floor as you push the door open makes you look down and you quickly realize heād been hotboxing all by himself.
āWithout me, seriously?ā You hum with no malice behind your words as you slip past the door and shut it behind you, using your foot to nudge the towel back into place and then letting your eyes scan Chosoās slightly cluttered room.
The man is lying across his bed, dark hair hanging off its edge with the way he splayed out upside down and pinched a rather fat blunt in between the thick of his thumb and index. āYou were takinā too long,ā Choso drawls.
And god, you could tell by the tone of his voice that he was barely even with you right now. He always had a pretty mellow way of speaking but when he was really high, his voice would drop an octave or twoāwords crawling off of his tongue all sleazily and heavy with each syllable.
āYāknow Iāll make it up to you though, here,ā He adds on seconds later before you get the chance to settle into his room.
That strong earthy scent coated the entirety of his room as you walked over to the edge of his bed and looked down at him, noticing the jaded reds and pinks coating the typically white portion of his eyes as he batted them up at you. Heās got some low melodies playing from some corner and it only adds to the ambience of the space. Then, his arm extends and heās offering you the cause of his fumed room.
Humming, āThank you,ā whilst plucking the joint out of his hands, your nails just barely graze his skin. Choso eyes the way you bring it up to your mouth and clasp it lightly in between your lips, leaning down to him and nodding your chin towards the lighter in his other hand.Ā
He catches your gesture and hoists it up to spark the blunt for you, hand cupping the air around as he filters through a couple stubborn flicks before a flame adorns the prerollās end. Chosoās eyelids are weighted even as he watches you draw in a steady breath to capture the itemās contents into your systemāquickly moving your hand to the joint afterwards to pry it from your lips and exhale slowly.
Another hum, this time one of approval, ghosts past your lips along with the fumes youād just let escape you. āYou look tired,ā You comment while pulling away.
As you move around his room to plop your back down somewhere and get comfortable, your plug merely mumbles an easy, āMānot.ā in response to you.
You shoot him over a look he doesnāt quite see, āIf you fall asleep on me like you did last time, Iām leaving.ā
āYou better keep me awake then, no?ā Choso chimes with one lazy smirk making the corner of his lips twitch.
Cocking a brow now, āAnd how am I supposed to do that?ā you ask.
You then relax down into the chair in front of his desk of scattered papers and unfinished assignments, dragging it over to the side of his bed so that youāre close enough to pass the blunt back and forth.Ā
He lifts his head adequately to glance over at where youāre sitting and then offers you a shrug as his hand goes out, āI dunno, you tell me, baby.ā
In the midst of taking another long hit and after passing it off to him, you meet his expectant gaze with a certain look, āCho.ā
āWhat?ā He scoffs immediately. Then heās sitting up and reaching over to pluck the blunt out of your hand and bring it to his lips, mumbling, āI call everyone thatā¦ā
He knew you didnāt care much for the pet name, even though heās been calling you that ever since the two of you met. You told him about how much you hated the way it fueled the dating rumors and made it harder to get Gojo and Geto shut up. But, when your eyes roll in reaction to what he just said, he lets off a soft whir.
āMh, you didnāt like that, huh?ā Choso asks you in between several back-to-back hits that youād normally scold him about. The brown of his eyes glide over your frame and then zero in steadily on the way your lips are moving as you speak.
āWhat?ā You huff, āNo, I donāt care if you call everyone baby.ā A lie, it did bother something deep down inside of you. āI-If anything thatās a good thing.ā You suggest.
To which he extends his hand out to you again, letting a single brow arch up, āYeah?ā
āMhm,ā Youāre humming. Though, the sound definitely seems like youāre trying to convince yourself hereā¦
The conversation dies out there for a moment longer than either of you care for and it doesnāt go unnoticed, even as the two of you cycle the blunt back and forth until itās about halfway smoked through.
While you try to relax in the uncomfortable silence thatās stretching itself out in between the two of you, your mind is unfortunately drifting back to your sexual issue. The weed is supposed to keep your mind at bay and help you relax and yet, today it decided to do everything but that. Instead, your head is very much wracked with annoying flashbacks of the recent times in which youāve been faking your orgasms for the second-rate men youāve been sleeping with.
Itās not that these thoughts are completely unwelcome but, youād rather not have them now while youāre busy smoking with Choso. And it really doesnāt help that heās not being his usual talkative self right noā
āYouāre quiet today,ā Choso breaks the silence all of a sudden and the sound of his deepened voice is almost enough to make you flinch. It was like heād read your mind or something just nowā¦Ā
Spooky.
Youāre slumped back against the chair and staring up at the thickly clouded ceiling, āThink so?ā
Choso nods before he speaks. āYeah, whatās up?ā He asks, eyes still watching you as if he were studying your every little move amid the haze, āTalk to me, princess.ā
While your stoned brain decides to focus on your lack of orgasms, his mind is unable to drift away from you and the way you look sitting in his bedroom right now. This isnāt too unusual for him since weed does tend to help his focus but, normally itās not on you as much as it is today.
Perhaps that was because of your weird silence. You hadn't even complained about anything yet, which was enough to tell him that something was wrong.
Before you speak, the question rings around your head for a few seconds. Choso has a handful of pet names he uses on people and you know that but, youāre not quite sure if he says that last one to just anybody.
Hence why a delicate, ā...Do you call everyone that too?ā streams past the gloss of your lips.
āNah,ā Choso answers immediately as if heād been watching the words walk right out of you. Then he tilts his head, āJust you.ā
At that, you visibly tense up a little. You hated sessions like this with him. When the quiet got too loud that the mostly dormant emotions began to bloom around you. The warmth you feel flash over your face and cling at your heartstrings is definitely not from the weed but, you try to ignore it.
Heās been like this a couple times in the past. While he does get sleepy after a long smoke sesh, he also tends to get uncharacteristically direct and soft with you. You remember how one time he went on this looong rant about how pretty you were. But, before you could reply to any of it, he dozed off while mumbling about how he hoped to see you in his dreams that night.
Anytime you bring this up now, he tells you none of that ever happens and that heād definitely remember doing so but, he doesnāt.
āYou gettinā shy on me now?ā Choso asks abruptly, to which you lift your head and look at him. Heās sitting all the way up now, rolling a few more jointsāas if he needs toāand then glancing to you again, āI said talk to me, whatās on your mind?ā
Your gaze fixates on how careful his thumbs are with the jointās edges, smoothing over them with the rolling, and only ever taking his eyes off of you to focus on what heās doing before slipping his tongue out to lick it.Ā
A short, āEverythingā¦ā comes out of you in a manner so cliche that it makes him snort.
The unpierced side of his lips quirk up now that heās half-smiling, āPfft, okay⦠Well, whatās been going on with you lately? Youāre beinā dry as hell with me right now.ā He points out.
You pout a bit and take your eyes away from him, āI dunno. I⦠Itās stupid.ā
Choso rolls his eyes at you, āDonāt you start that shit,ā He warns. You know he doesnāt like when you beat around the bush but how the hell are you supposed to tell him that youāre quiet today because youāre sexually frustrated? Heās your dealer, not-, āWeāre friends, arenāt we?ā He asks, interjecting your thoughts directly before shrugging, āJust talk, girl.ā
You scoff a simple, āYouāre so annoyingā¦ā that trails off into another long beat of silence, the only sound coming from his softly moving fingers and the way you take a few more hits of the preroll still in your hands, hoping to gain enough confidence to blurt it out. Then, after a few more carefully thought-out seconds, ā...I think somethingās wrong with me.ā You manage.
āSeemā perfect to me,ā Choso blurts out, clearly not thinking twice about the words that just fell off his tongue.
āI-,ā You pause to digest the sudden compliment, brushing it off with a chuckle, āI meant my body, Cho,ā To which he mutters the same thing and you pretend not to hear it this time as you say, āI dunno if maybe itās the stuff Iāve been smoking lately butā¦.ā
Some more stillness flies by and this time he seems to be fed up with it.
āBut what? Donāt edge me here.ā He demands.
The light buzz in your mind serves as a coaxing feeling that helps you finally breathe out, āI canāt cum.āĀ
You donāt get much of a reaction from him at first. If anything, he looks confused as he cocks an almost innocently puzzled brow, āHuh? Canāt come to what?ā
āNo, not-,ā His literal interpretation of your words ends up making you giggle. Then you sigh, āI meant that I canāt orgasm, Choso.ā
āWhat?ā He questions dumbfoundedly.
āPlease donāt make me repeat thatā¦ā You mumble.
āNo, seriously, what?ā Choso repeats, looking now as if you have three as he puts everything down and turns his head your direction, āYouāre not gettinā fucked right?ā
Caught off completely guard, āJesus. That's not even what I saidāā
āBut thatās what that means, right?ā He interrupts, waiting for you to meet eyes with him again, āUnless youāre trying to tell me you seriously canāt make yourself cum.ā
Itās slow but, you finally manage to look at him, āI canā¦ā
Nodding, āExactly so, that means youāre out there receiving mediocre shit instead of coming to me⦠again.ā
If you werenāt caught off guard before, you damn sure are now. So much so that you cough in between your next hit, the smoke choking up in your lungs with a slight burn as your zen is thrown off. āH-Huh?ā You unintentionally stammer.
Even with your eyes on one another now, he can tell youāre nervous just from talking about this. Smoking was not the cause of that flush in your cheeks and he knows it. Something else definitely had you hot right now.
Chosoās eyes flick up and down your seated frame long enough to see the way your thighs shift against the seat. Instantly, his tone gets sly, āWhat, you think Iām only good for weed?ā
Your lashes bat, āWell, n-no, butā¦ā
āCāmere,ā He cuts off, having lifted a hand to beckon you over with two generously ringed fingers.
Your scoff is instant, āChoso, respectfully, I donāt think-ā
āMānot askinā you to think,ā He smiles, fingers still waving, āIām askinā you to come over here.ā
It takes you a bit to digest his words before your body gets to moving and when you haul yourself off the chair, you move to plop down on his bed. Sitting right next to him now, Choso leans over a little and his arm slides somewhere behind you. His hand ends up just a few inches away from your ass, his fingers splaying out against his comforter whilst his head weighs to the side.
His body is hot next to yours. So hot you could practically feel the heat oozing off his frame. And the peering look in his eyes wasnāt making it any better eitherā¦
āHow many times have I told you Iām here for whatever you need, huh?ā Choso whispers, the lowness of his voice causing your hips to twitch a little.
Heās all focused on you again, even more so now than he had been earlier, and it was almost as though you could feel him everywhere without him even touching you yet. Perhaps it was the cannabis in the air and the way it swirled throughout your system but, all your sensations felt heightened now.
Pulling your head away from him to gain some distance back, āPlenty of times, but..ā Your shoulders slump a little, āThis is different, Choso.ā
His gaze falls down your body and something husky and wanting sneaks its way into his words now, āHow? You think I canāt make you cum?ā
God, every time he opened his mouth you felt as though you were losing your mind. And the audacity he had to be so bold with his words on top of that was making it perpetually worse by the minute.
āN-No,ā You huff as your head turns back to him and youāre heard gulping thickly at his focus on your mouth. āIām not saying that butā¦ā You pull your lower lip in between your teeth for a moment to chew while you think. Then, you sigh again, āWell, maybe I am saying that⦠I just thinkāā
āI told you to stop doinā that,ā Choso murmurs, arm snaking around your body so that his hand could land on your hip. He gives you a little pull and almost sounds needy as he utters a husky, āCāmere.ā
āIām rightāā
āCloser, baby.ā Choso cuts off, finally tugging you closer so that the side of your thigh brushes up against his. He then takes his other hand and brings it up to your jaw, drawing your face way too close to his. You could smell the viscous scent of weed on his tongue as he spoke given the lack of distance between you both, his eyes never straying away from the soft, soft curve of your lips, āNow, jusā tell me if you want me to make you cum or not and I got you.ā
Your top set of lashes meets your lower ones in slow-motioned blinks as breathing properly grows increasingly difficult, āItās not that simpleā¦ā
The manās grasp on your chin grows a little tighter, āIt really is.ā
You roll your eyes again āLiterally no guy has made me-ā
āDo I seem like every other guy youāve been with?ā Choso scoffs, as if he were actually ticked off now. Then he forces your head some more up so that your gaze is meeting his and, fuck. The look in his eyes did something. Looking at you all commanding and desiring like you were the only thing that ever mattered in his life, āDo you want my help or not?ā he whispers one last time.
Of course you wanted his help, even though you had your doubts about receiving it. You werenāt sure what would be so different with him.Ā
Even so, youāre slow to give him a nod of your head and grumble a cute, āYeah,ā that has him swallowing down a groan.
Then heās weighing forward and you barely get to fully shut your eyes before his lips smooth over yours. Catching your hesitance, you feel his thumb slip upwards as he talks into your mouth, āDonāt be shy, open up fāme, baby.ā
At the sound of that, your lips get to parting over his and his tongue immediately slides right in. Both of your heads tilt off in opposite directions and heās the first to let out a string of sounds. It starts out with a grunt when you pull back half a centimeter just to slip down and clasp his lower lip between your teeth, nibbling softly.
When you give it an adorable tug and then press forward into the kiss, thatās when he starts groaning.Ā
Chosoās got no idea how any guy couldāve gotten their hands on all this and then decided not to make sure youāre squirting by the end of the night. He supposes he can thank all those guys now though, seeing as youāre swiftly moving forward with this kiss.
Yeah, it starts out slow and a little sloppy but while your tongues are mingling with one anotherās and sharing the prominent taste of marijuana, youāre getting eager for more and throwing a leg over him.
Youāre properly sitting in his lap before he realizes it. And the only reason Choso acknowledges it at all is because he feels a rush of heat spark from in between his legs as something rubs over the previously dormant tent in his sweats. He canāt even pull away from your mouth to say anything because heās far too distracted by the gorgeous moan you sink past his lips.
Oh, heās lost it.
Chosoās hands grab at your waist suddenly and then squeeze hard enough for you to acknowledge his touch before he smoothes downwards to your hips and pushes your body lower so that youāre flush with him. āMmph,ā bursts past his parted lips in the middle of his suckling your tongue deeper into his mouth.Ā
The man is all but swallowing up the sweetness against your mouth, quickly growing addicted to it. Weed could never compare to the tasteāa fact of which heās sure about now. As his tongue soon goes diving down the center of yours, you feel the surprising bud of a snake eye piercing decorating its tip.
Thatās when one of your hands moves in between your bodies and sneaks under his shirt as you gasp out his name and then pull away.
His lips chase yours as you draw distance and then he hauls your entire body impossibly closer to his, your chest smushed up against him now. In doing so, you roll your hips forward against his naturally and hear the way his breath hitches. Then you feel something.
Poking-, no, jumping up against your clothed cunt in between the many, many layers between the two of you is the thickness of his bulge. And with it comes another wave of sloppy kisses.
Chosoās hands are everywhere against you now, literally.Ā
Something in you seems to snap at the feeling of his cock growing under you and right after you let yourself gasp at the sheer size of it one more time, the hands you had on his chest manage to recline him back against his bed.
Choso hits the mattress with a soft huff of previously lost air and his brows twist up to flash something needy at you. āFuck,ā Scratches out of his throat whilst he stares at the way you look on top of him.
So prettyā¦
Thereās a single string of shared saliva dribbling out of the corner of your mouth and he almost moans as you start leaning down to him again, his arms moving so that he could wrap them around you. Then your lips meet again and this time it isnāt even sloppy, just hungry.
The sound is loud, louder than any kiss youāve had lately, and noisy enough to earn a couple of smiles from him in between all the kissing. Breathing into your mouth, āYou shouldnāt have told me that shit,ā Choso sears as one of his hands comes up to the back of your head, the other at your neck now. āCanāt even calm myself downā¦ā
Followed by his not-so-gentle admission is another heavy pulse from his fully erect cock.Ā
You manage to pluck yourself away from his mouth long enough to say, āI donāt see why,ā Then you snort cockily, āSānot like youāve changed my track record.ā
āYet,ā Choso quickly corrects. And before you can add another snarky comment in response, āBut thatās alright, Iām about to.ā He claims, tipping his head back to relax as his hands fall away from your body completely, āCome get up here.ā
You blink, āHuh? Upā¦ā Searching his frame as if you werenāt already on top of him, your brows tweeze together, ā...where?ā
Even with the poking of his dick, he takes this moment to gather himself and reach over to swipe up the blunt you were last smoking. Then he shuffles for a lighter and sparks it up again, taking a hit and returning his attention to you as if the little intermission didnāt have you on edge.
You had no idea what he meant by āget up hereā when you were literally sitting in his lap already. Surely he didnāt meanā
āOn my face,ā Choso clarifies, a sexy cloud of fumes ghosting out of his mouth along with his words.
At first, you just stared at him and watched him smoke. Your body was thrumming with need in multiple areas but you just couldnāt fathom sitting on his face. Surely, thatād be pretty unsafe to do while both of you are heavily intoxicated. Hell, you can barely see around his bedroom, how can he possibly expect you to sit on his faceā¦
Well, a few minutes later and youāre halfway there.
Not quite sittingāafter a million and one concerns of being scared to suffocate himāyouāre now hovering over Chosoās face. You refused to meet eyes with him so youāre turned the opposite direction and your hands are helping your body remain hoisted up as they rest on the bed, caging the lower half of his bodyājust as your legs were doing to his head right now.
Your pants have been snatched off and youāre completely exposed to the greed of his eyes. Heās hardly touched you ever since you caved and brought your bare pussy up over his face. Youāve been left to stare at the throbbing bulge that rests a few inches away from your face and you feel awkward.
Yāknow, until thereās a warm blow of intoxicated air that swirls up against your dripping cunt. Followed by which is the sound of Choso lapping over his lips at the sight, scoffing after. One thumb finally draws up to meet the left lip of your pussy as he slips it over and reveals more of your slicked glory. Your cunt clenches embarrassingly at his first touch and you silently hope he doesnāt notice how you drip when he starts talking.
āShiit,ā Choso begins, voice heavy in baritone nowāno longer from the weed but purely from his own arousal, āYouāre tellinā me nobodyās made this pretty girl cum?ā He asks, āWho the fuck have you been goinā to, huh?ā
You glance back at him over your shoulder, hardly able to see his face with the way youāre hovering, āCho, Iāā
āShhh, Iāll take care of yaā. Donāt sweat it.ā He claims, to which you roll your eyes. He always fuckinā says that⦠āNow sit.ā
Another gulp is heard from you, āChoso, I already told you. I donāt wanna crushāā
Rolling those blown-out brown eyes of his, Chosoās other hand meets your hip with a mean grip before he tugs your body down and your cunt promptly meets his greedy face. āSo stubborn.ā
The gasp you let out at the initial contact of his lips against your wetness makes something inside you crave the ability to disappear. You were hot before but now youāre soaking and heated all over.
Your nerves felt like they were on fire and your hips practically melted downwards when you felt Chosoās tongue slither out to get the first taste of you. āHnngh-, fuckā¦ā You breathe, fingers curling into the sheets to hold onto.
Youāve gotten head from guys plenty of times but this was so much different. And he only just started!
You definitely had your high to blame for the way his tongue feels glissading upwards in between your lathering foldsāthe sensation so strong and pleasurable you swore for a second he had two tongues or something. Of course, thatās just the weed talking but shitā¦
āSāsweetā¦ā Choso mumbles into your cunt, pulling away just to spit and then using the fat of his thumb to rub the slick of it into you, āPoor baby, nobody could make you cum, huh?ā He says.
You start to open your mouthāthinking he was talking to youābut when his thumb presses past that rather welcoming ring of resistance and earns one gorgeous squelch, you quickly realize heās not talking to you at all.
āYeahh?ā He purrs, one eager smile plastering itself out across his face, āYou needed someone to come talk to you directly?āĀ
Choso toys with your insides using only his thumb for a while, grinning wickedly the whole way through as he watches the way your pussy splurts out such saccharine sounds of slick ān filth. Itās not until your soakage is dripping down his hand that he finds himself grunting and then dragging his thumb out of you tenderly.
Sticking it into his mouth just to suck your taste off for a second, you hear the way he moans around his own digit. Then, before you have time to realize just how wet you really are, there are two dumbly thick fingers slipping past the plush of your folds, wiggling in deep and coaxing a pitched sound out of your throat.
āYālike that, huh?ā Choso mutters from beneath you, jaw already coated with the sweet traces of your taste, āYouāre beinā so loud, this must feel really goodā¦ā He comments softly. Then his fingers abruptly slip out of you and swat over to your clit to land a couple of wet smacks against, earning nothing more than a whine from you. To which he chuckles and tilts his head at the little quiver your cunt does in reaction, āHah, sāokay, you donāt have to answer⦠sheās doinā plenty of talkinā for you.ā
Those little smacks of his quickly grow repetitive and as he does so, he lets his jaw fall open and hangs his tongue out to capture the syrupy drip that oozes off of your walls.Ā
When he starts working you over his fingers again, you donāt even realize the upper half of your body has slumped over until you feel something pressing up against your cheek. Your eyes had fluttered shut and everything, having grown so lost in the pleasure of his fingers that you didnāt even realize what youād laid yourself on.
Lifting your head, you look over and stare at the outline of his cock again. Thereās a slight patch of wetness where his plump tip is resting and youāre moving before youāre thinking.
āAw-, woahh..ā Choso gasps from behind you, to which your senses come back to you a bit whilst you push his sweatpants down. āWhat uh-,ā His voice almost cracks for a second there but he swallows the hindrance in his voice down. Then heās hissing when your hand slips under his boxers and wraps around his curving shaft, āFuck.. whatāre you doinā?ā
The curve in your back deepens and the fingers heās got inside you now get swallowed up even tighter the second his cock springs out. With wide eyes and a drooling mouth, you donāt even hesitate to take his length into your hand and then let your breath hit it as you whisper, āReturning the favor, Choā¦ā
He scoffs, āYou donāt have to-, holy shitā¦ā The mere press of your warm lips against his leaky cockhead is enough to make him whine. And as if encouraged, you quickly spread your mouth over him and ease it down around his dick, letting your tongue lap at the sides upon your descent. āOh god, your throat feels s-so fuckinā goodā¦. A-All this and people had the nerve to leave you unsatisfied? Tch.ā
Meeting you halfway, Choso dives back into your cunt with the entirety of his mouth. You feel the ball of his tongue piercing tickle your walls as he stretches you out against the glutinous pink muscleāyour moaning around his cock sending filthy vibrations all throughout his body.
His hips thrust up instinctively and his lips pop off of you with a sharp breath, āFuck, princess⦠Do that again, yeah?ā
Your cheeks hollow out as your jaw widens and you force yourself down further until his fat tip is bumping up against the back of your throat, earning a nasty gag from you. You try to lift yourself to breathe but youāre met with a sudden pressure at the back of your head as he swiftly pushes you back down.
āHold it fāme,ā Choso groans, āNeed you tāfeel me back there,ā He adds shortly after. Then, keeping your head still, āThere yaā go, gooood girlā¦ā He praises as his hips start bucking up again until your eyes are coated with tears.
Truth be told, Choso isnāt normally this rough with anyone he fucks. But the high buzzing throughout his brain has him acting different. He can't get over the way your lips feel wrapped around his cock like a warm hug. And the way he slides all the way down your throat perfectly? Oh, youāre lucky he hasnāt cum inside your mouth already.
The dark hairs he has decorating the area around the base of his heavy length tickle your chin with how wide your lips are parted around him. You could feel him leaving soggy kisses against your uvula and all it did was make you soak above his face.
When you finally give him another moan as your face presses snuggly against his skināthe veins trailing his dick pulsing with little heartbeats against your tongueāhe lets your head go. You fly up a bit and start coughing softly, glancing back at him with a pout as you wipe your mouth off, just to see that heās already moving on to do something else as if he didnāt just choke you out on his dick less than two seconds ago.
Chosoās got a joint perched between his lips as he takes a loooong drag from it and when he plucks it away from his mouth, he takes his free hand and moves it to your hip. You donāt even realize whatās happened until something heated is slapping up against your slobbering cunt. The sensation makes you jump and then Chosoāever the freakāis leaning up to shotgun a kiss directly into the puffy folds of your cunt.
āCh-Choso,ā You choke, āWhat the f-fuuckā¦ā
Then your hips are lifting as if to escape him and something throaty and annoyed reverberates its way out of his throat before you feel his painted fingernails dig into your skin and force you back down, his head shaking up into your pussy whilst his tongue lathers into the deepest depths of your slutty cavern.
Then you hear the wet, gushing smacks that his mouth against your cunt begins to make, feeling a certain sensation bloom in the pit of your stomach. Your legs are twitching around his head and youāre whining. āChoso, w-wait⦠please, I-I feel weirdā¦ā
Instead of acknowledging your words, he just groans something filthy and hot against you, āSuch a sloppy pussy, droolinā allll over me like thisā¦ā He points out. Youāre not sure if itās possible but heās clearly high off of you and not just the weed.Ā
You try rolling your hips back to see if that would capture his attention but all that does is make his cock drip with creamy slathers of white from the slit. As you notice that, you try to lean down and suck on his neglected tip, hoping that would get his mouth to go easy on you for just a second.
Unfortunately for you, that did the exact opposite.Ā
Instead, Chosoās pulling back to spit a gloopy wad of spit onto your cunt and then scoffing, āYou should tell me-, hah.. who the assholes are,ā He mutters, beyond pussy drunk, āThe ones that couldnāt make you cum,ā His tongue flicks around as if he were spreading his own saliva via spelling something out, āThen let me send āem the sexy lilā mess māabout to make of youā¦.ā
Prying away from his cock for a second, āThatād be so-, mmgh! Right there, Chosoā¦ā
āYeah? Right here? This is the spot they couldnāt find? How pathetic,ā Heās searing with his tongue, drawing his name into your gluey walls all cursive-like, making your eyes roll back. āYouāre so easy to please,ā He teases, smiling after, āUnless, of course⦠fuck, thatās only ācause of me?ā Choso asks, spitting again just to have the entire space in between your legs a slopped, wet mess, āSāthat what it is? You like the way I treat this pussy?ā
āYesss, Cho,ā You whine ever so thankfully.
And of course, he leans back up to french-kiss your pussy lips in response. Youāre so high ān horny that you donāt even realize the number of times youād let your shimmery gloss of release coat the insides of his mouth by now.Ā
Not until heās felt smiling into you, āMgh.. again? How many times is that now? Eight?ā The number makes you inhale swiftly in surprise, your hand squeezing the base of his cock a bit tighter as you move your head to the side to moan deliciously. āGimme one more ān Iāll give you a breakā¦ā He coos, pierced tongue massaging your sensitive folds now.Ā
At that, something prominent builds up within you. āChoso, mmnh! I-I think Iām⦠ohgod⦠māgonna cum,ā You pant, lazily jerking him off with what little strength you have in your hand.
He snickers, āSilly girl, you already did that. I think whatās about to happen now is uhā¦ā His voice trails for a moment so that he could plug your hole in with his fingers and curl them against your g-spot, āYouāre about to squirt fāmeā¦ā Choso tells you.Ā
And squirt for him you do.
You never thought you could feel pleasure so good that you couldnāt even tell youād finished until you were at the point of squirting. Itās a weird sensation that makes you moan his name loud enough for his fraternity brothers to hear outside of his room.Ā
Your entire body convulses and your mind just blanks out. You think his fingers are somewhere around your clit and his tongue is back in between your slippery walls but you couldnāt tell at this pointāall you knew was that you were making a mess all over his face.
And through it, he was down there praising you. āThatās it, thaaaatās it, princess..ā Letting his tongue dangle out again to slur, āRight on my fuckinā face, I want everyyy drop.ā
Itās embarrassing for youāyāknow, squirting all over your plugās face just from his stupidly skillful tongue and fingers. You wanted to hate every second of it, hate how nasty you felt by the time your orgasmic high began to diminish but, fuck there wasn't a single thought left in your brain.
You told the man no guy was making you cum and he did so consecutively without even putting his cock inside you. Not only that, he was faded the entire time!
Arguably, you were too so thatās likely why you were so sensitive to his mouth to begin with but⦠still.
You feel like you black out after your orgasm but, itās only for a few seconds. Eventually, your ears catch the loud roar of his groans and bat your tear-coated eyelashes open to see his cock has spilt globs of cum out around your hand. Your grasp on him instantly releases and you scoff softly at the sticky mess.
Both of your orgasms leave your bodies motionless for a long whileāyour frame slumped over against hisāand nothing but the sound of filthy pants echo throughout his fogged room.
Chosoās the first to eventually break the silence with a breathy, āAnd uh, next time come to me when you wanna get offā¦ā He murmurs, feeling your limp body weight shift against him a little, āā¦not just for weed, okay?ā
āUhuh..ā You babble tiredly.
āGood,ā He sighs. ā'Cause I charge pretty cheap for these sex sessions.ā
Freezing, āWhat?ā
Choso chuckles, a weary smile painted across his slicked face, āI told you I donāt do anything for free, didnāt I?ā
ā¶ļøļøļøļø AITA for fucking both of the Gojo twins?
synopsis . In which you get fed up with Sato (fratjo) for playing around with you and unintentionally get involved with his identical twin brother Toru (nerdjo), not knowing theyāre simply two sides of the same coin.
content . afab!reader, porn with decent plot, messy relationship(s), fratjoās an asshole in the beginning, bluntness, pervy!nerdjo, eventual threesome, degrading, oral sex, first time squirting & then doing it multiple times, getting caught, surprising dynamics, praise, pussy slapping, getting put in a headlock, confessions, filthy dirty talk, jealousy, marathon sex (gulp), spit, slightly bimbo!reader, choking, nerdjo is feral, full nelson, edging, getting passed around, frajoās a voyeur, filth, slight angst, cum eating/swallowing, some cuckholding(?), masturbation, a silly ending, etc.
word count . 11.4k | author's note: this ended up being wayyyy longer than i initially thought it would be and itās overly freaked the fuck out. hope you enjoy!! banner art by Rororogi Mogera. (not proofreadāsorry in advance, truly)
In your defense, you didn't think he would care.
Sato Gojoāesteemed member of Sigma Chi, infamously known for his commitment issues, and noted to be the campus playboyāwas the last person you thought would care about you sleeping with his twin brother.
Hell, he's also the last person who expected that same brother to be able to get this far with you. Toru is the shyest, dorkiest, and nerdiest part of the Gojo family, what could he possibly have done to catch your eye?
Sato had done his best to keep you away from and unaware of his six-second-younger brother's existence too. Yet somehow, here he is walking in on the two of you fucking in his bed.
Less upset at the sight and more confused, the only thing he wants to know is... what the fuck led up to this pairing?
āā
For months and months prior to that, it'd been the same thing between you and Sato.
āShe doesnāt mean anything to me, baby. You know youāre my favorite,ā Heād say, cooing you with that manipulatively charming voice of his after youād asked him about yet another woman he was talking to.
You weren't sure why you kept going back to him. He never told you how he felt about you unless he was inside youāand even then youāre certain those feelings were all sex-based and moderately untrue.
Yet something about him kept drawing you back in.
And if you had to guess what exactly it was...
āFuuck, yālike that donāt you?ā Heād groan, having one big hand clasped around your throat as he plowed you into the mattress. Sato rarely ever took his time during sex, too eager to make sure you cum & keep up his reputation of being a good fuck. āLike the way my cock kisses that sweet spot, huh?ā
The rhythmic sound of his pelvis smack smack smacking! against your ass echoes throughout the room at a pitch almost louder than your sapped moans. āMhmm,ā You'd hummed in response, fingernails dug into the bedsheets below.
You couldn't bring yourself to think about all the other women that's been in this same exact position before you when his cock was far too busy gliding in and out of your soaking pussy. The same sheets your fingers are clawing at is also clasped in between your teeth tightly, drool wetting up the fabric pathetically due to how good you felt.
Only to be rudely interrupted by his hand gripping at your neck tighter and then tugging the upper half of your body allll the way upāhis chest pressing into your back while his dick massages the gushiest spot inside you. āDonāt do that,ā Sato huffs with that shit-eating grin on his face, āSpeak up, pretty girl. I couldn't hear you.ā
āUhuhh, yes,ā You pant, tongue beginning to dangle out of your mouth all whorishly, āI love it, Sato.ā
Cocky like always, he'd let off that amused scoff and then nip at your ear playfully, āYeahh, I know you do. Jusā canāt get enough of me.ā
Thinking back again, he had the biggest ego youād ever seen.
Sato was tenderly humping the rest of his thick cock into you while you were nice and close, just to realize after the first few thrusts that you were trying to inch yourself away from himāyour moans getting airier by the second.
His smile widened, āHah, whereāre you goinā?ā He'd only made you cum three times since the two of you got here. Surely that wasn't enough to have you acting like this already. āLook at you, trying to run from me now," Sato scoffed with faux bitterness.
You barely got a moment to process what he was doing before you choked.
Warm lips pressing against your ear, āCāmon, I jusā want one more outtaā you,ā He purred, his arm slow to wrap around your neck while his bulking muscles pressed into the center of your throat. Whatever oxygen was on its way to your head all but died out as the man put you into a bullying chokehold and then flexed.
Your cunt squeaked juicily around him and his cockhead nudged in deeper because of the hold he had on you, otherwise rendering your body unable to escape.
That was one of many reasons why you always ran back to him. If Sato Gojo didn't know how to do anything else right, he damn sure knew how to fuck.
āMhmm, thatās it, baby." His voice was huskier against your eardrums now and you felt your body shuddering with a sense of numbness as something slicker oozed around his shaft. "Take that fuckinā cockājuuust like that.ā
His thrust became slower while he held you in place and you'd never felt so full in your life. It wasn't until he suddenly snapped up into you that all air left your lungs and your eyes crossed.
Whatever sound you let out was beyond pathetic and only followed by a desperate, āSātoo much,ā that he could barely hear.
Rolling his eyes, he repeated the motion a few more times at a steady pace, letting you adjust to being arched and folded up how he wants you. āMy dramatic girl, acting like you haven't been taking it just fine," He reminded you.
You almost believed him for a moment there until his free hand came snaking around your torso to press against your lower abdomenāright over the bulge his fat cock had created against your skināand applying an egregious amount of pressure.
āMāgonna cum, Sato,ā You cried out as his fingers slithered down to nudge against your clit. Never a firm rub or anything like that since he felt like his cock alone was enough to work what he wanted out of you.
Heād smile all victoriously and whisper, āThat's it? Don't tell me you're still too scared to squirt on me?ā
Truth be told, that was the one thing he couldnāt do for some reason.
He never said anything but he thinks maybe youāre just one of those women who need a little more effort put into in order to make you squirt. More effort of which he damn sure doesnāt feel like putting in.
Four orgasms in a row? Thatās fine, he can do that no problem. Making you squirt? As badly as he wants to deep down inside, he just canāt.
You ended up leaving a creamy mess around his cock but it's not the spurting stream of wetness he was hoping for. After letting you tremble out of your high, he's slow with the way he unwraps his arms from around you.
You fall forward onto the bed and let out a heavy breath before smiling wearily in relief. No other guy on campus ever managed to make you cum even once so of course you didn't think much of the fact that Sato couldn't make you squirt.
Hell, you were unknowingly on the same page with himāthinking you might've needed extra effort put in for that kinda release. Which was fine, you didn't need that much from him. The fact that he could make you cum back to back was more than enough in your book.
Not his though.
Sato hated it. He hated how he couldn't make you squirtāthe fact burned at his ego and wounded his pride greatly. He's made other women do it so he doesn't understand what the problem is. There were some nights where he wondered if maybe he was doing something wrong with you. Or maybe you'd found someone else who couldā
He unknowingly scoffs at his thoughts, shuffling out of the bed and swiping up the nearest clean sweats to slip into. Who was he kidding? There isn't one other person on campus you'd go to over him.
And if he couldn't make you squirt, he knows there's no one else that could.
Amid his deep thoughts, you happen to look over and catch the way those white brows of his are neatly knitting together. He didn't even realize how his true feelings on the matter were written all over his face.
Your eyes had ran over him a couple times, pondering on all the scratch marks in various places. Places that your hands haven't touched.
And that's how the routine was with the two of you; high tension all throughout the day, let him fuck you 'til all your senses went numb, and then fade into quietness with little to talk about since Sato doesn't deem it necessary to get close with you in that way.
When you catch the way he's dragging his feet around the room, trying to clean the mess of clothes you two made prior to getting in the bed, your brows lifts with curiosity. Asking gently, "Hey, are you alright?"
Sato hums without turning around to you, running his a hand through his hair as if stressed out. "Yeah, m'fine." He grunts, glancing over at you after and adding a slightly comforting, "Are you?"
You nod in response to him and he stares for a moment longer than necessary, still deep in his thoughts about something he surely wasn't sharing with you anytime soon.
Why would he? You didnāt need to know that he was beating himself up over something so stupid. Heās well aware that heās the best guy to ever sleep with you so, opening up to you about something so trivial wasnāt in his character.
Thereād been jokes and banter between the two of you beforeāobviouslyābut it never went any further than that. The moment things threatened to dip into something real, something more tender or honest, Sato would shut it down with quick precision.
Which is exactly why you didn't try pressing for more of this dry conversation. Instead, you silently watched him tug a shirt over his head and then head over to the nightstand for his phone.
He's busy texting someone for a bit before he releases a huff and turns his head to see the way you've been quietly watching him, "Did you want me to run you a bath orā"
"No, no, I told you, I'm fine," You unintentionally cut off.
You weren't sure where the awkwardness had come from but it wasn't completely unwelcome since there was clearly something he wasn't telling you. You saw it in the way he pouted all grumpily just before looking at you.
Whatever was on his mind had to be eating him up on the inside.
Not that the frown pushed you to ask him anything else though. You ended up turning over and rolling off is bed a few minutes later to gather your things and leave, to which he'd peacefully helped you with.
Then Sato escorted you all the way out of his maze-like home and was "kind" enough to give you a kiss on the forehead before sending you off.
Little things like that always caught you off guard. Your heart would do that weird thing in your chest as you wondered if there was a possibility of experiencing more than just hook-ups with the man.
Though, reality is quick to slap you back to your senses when you see him with his arm around some other woman the next day while on your way to class.
You knew better than to get emotionally attached to Sato Gojo. Everyone did.
āā
Some days later is when shit decides to hit the fan between you two.
It happens so randomly that you almost feel as though you dreamt the whole thing up. The day starting with him texting you to come over that night and somehow ending with you in thwarted tears.
In all the time you spent with Sato, there'd never been a moment where he was blatantly selfish. Something of which surprised you in the beginning of your relationship since he was known to be a fuckboy.
Yet, ending up in his bedroom for the nth time, as his thumb rubbed at your clit with unsteady, jerky motions, appearing otherwise annoyed about somethingāSato had been selfish for the first time with you.
Foreplay was skipped entirely and you should've known something was up from that alone.
The most you got out of him prior to being stripped of your clothing was a messy kiss and a barely audible, "Need somethin' from you, baby," grunted into your mouth.
Then you were being carried all the way up to his bedroom, handled frustratedly down into the mattress, and soon fucked at a rate you weren't used to.
His thrusts were sloppy and needy, voice quiet since he didn't bother talking you through it or saying anything at all, and the only thing with a sense of normalcy to it was the way his thumb nudged over your clit as his cock dove in and out of you.
Midway through, you assumed he just had a bad day or something. Figured he wanted to take some of that stress out on you.
And that wasn't out of the ordinary for him, it's happened more often than not.
But as his thumb drew desperate circles around your twitching bud, Sato's cock twitched and he pulled out the moment you were about to cum. You were too dazed by his abrupt action that you nearly missed the way he stroked himself into finishing on your stomach and then scoffed. Bitterly.
Your eyes were glossed over since the taste of your own orgasm had been right there on the tip of your nerves, stripped away from you faster than you could blink.
Whatever had been bothering him about having sex with you was felt before it was understood.
He was already turning away by the time you pushed yourself to sit up, the sheets gliding down your arms as you watched him with wide, teary eyes. The room felt ten times quieter than it normally did. You saw how he crossed the room as if nothing had happenedāas if this was just another unremarkable moment to be shrugged off.
"Sato," You say, his name tripping in your throat on the way out.
Only then did he pause, fingers curled around his drawer handle. Not sparing you a glance back, "What." he breathed out.
It was hardly even a response, more of a wall you'd audibly stumbled into. You'd never heard his voice so dull and flat with you.
Swallowing down whatever confusing emotions were building up in your throat, "Did I, um... did I do something wrong?"
Somehow that gets his attention. He glances back over his shoulder then, expression insipid and eyes casting over you all bored-like. "Don't start that," He said, irritation weaving into his voice, "You're overthinking shit already."
Your mouth opens to say something but it's like you'd been slapped in the face, leading your lips to seal shut for a second. His words were too heavy for you, coming off with weighted dismissiveness.
After a few beats, your words trail out slowly, "Sorry I'm a little confused, Sato. You asked me to come over for that..?"
He exhaled sharply, like the question itself had tired him, "What else do I ever call you over for?"
Something shrewd twisted in your chest, "Certainly not whatever the fuck that was just now."
Sato finally turned more fully and leaned back against his dresser, crossing his arms and letting his eyes meet yours firmly. "You sound upset."
"I feel used," You'd snapped back immediately.
His brow twitched, "'Cause I didn't make you cum?"
Again, the words came off blunt and careless.
Leading you to flinch internally, "I meanāyeah," You said as a humorless breath tiptoed out, "You normally do."
"Well, I didn't feel like it today. M'spent." He scoffed out.
It was almost as if that was supposed to be an explanation for everything.
You stared at him and felt the way your disbelief began to fade into something of anger, "You could've told me that."
"Would that have made you feel any better?" Every response came out of him like he'd rehearsed the entire conversation beforehand.
"We could've done something different," Your hands began to curl into the sheets a little, trying to steady yourself. "I could've-"
"I didn't want anything different." Sato cut off crisply.
You'd never been so utterly confused in your life. Everything was fine before thisāfor the most partāso what had come over him all of a sudden? Why was he acting like this?
The finality in his statement only made your stomach drop, your head shaking slowly in disbelief, "...So you wanted to use m-"
"No, sweetheart," The pet name sounds empty on his tongue, lacking its usual affection. "I wanted you to see how it feels to get into something thinking things are going to go like they always do, just to feel disappointed by the end."
The next sound that spreads throughout the room is your laughter as it exits you in incredulous fashion, "Sato, what the fuck are you talking about?"
He dragged a hand through the white tuffs of his hair, pacing only once before coming to a stop. "You..." Letting his words trail off, he released a long and stressed-out sigh, "Every woman I've been with has never had the problem you do."
That hits you square in the chest.
Head cocking back as you frown with immediate offense flaring over, "Excuse me? Are you... are you talking about squirting, Sato? You can't be serious."
"I am," He said without hesitation. "If it's just something you can't do, I'd rather you tell me than making me look like an idiot when we fuck."
"What?" Your eyes narrowed as your anger bled into something strictly hurt. "I... I'm sure I can. Maybe we're just doing something wro-"
"We?" Sato cuts you off instantly. Then his tone seemed firmer and you knew he didn't think things through when he said, "No, no, you've got shit backwards here. I can assure you I'm not doing anything wrong, that's all you."
Something inside you finally boiled over.
"All me?" You scoffed, pushing yourself out of the bed. The cold air wrapping itself around you felt like even more of a wake-up call than what he'd just said. "Oh, sorry for not being like all the other twenty girls you sleep with."
Grabbing your clothes with uncoordinated and janky movements after wiping away any lingering trace of what had happened, you subconsciously wished you could've erased the moment entirely from start to finish. Your hands trembled as you got dressed, seemingly more from the heated emotions waving through you than the embarrassment.
Sato stiffened upon hearing your words. For the first timeāprobably in his lifeāhis confidence had cracked. "Shitāwait," He rushed out, trying to step towards you and stop you from leaving.
It was almost like he himself wasn't aware of how severely fucked up his actions and words were.
His hand reached out for your arm, "I-I didn't mean it like that, c'mon. I justā"
"Save it, asshole." You spat back at him, shoving his hand out the way and storming out his room before giving him a chance to say anything else.
He'd said more than enough to have your vision blurry and heart pounding in your chest as if pained.
The hallway was dim, your footsteps quickened to carry you as far away from him as possible, and your emotions buzzed all too loudly in your ears for you to think straight. You think you hear something clash against the wall back in Sato's room but you ignore it.
You're so wrapped up in your feelings that you're not even paying attention to where you're going. You only made it a few steps down the hall before you collided with something solid.
Someone solid.
Gasping as you stumble back, a pair of hands come up to steady you. "Ah, sorry," a voice hums out to you. The sound is soft as it reverberates throughout the hallway but your chest feels as though it's caving inwards since the guy in front of you sounded exactly like Sato.
There was a pitch of unfamiliarity in it, though. One that made you look up.
For a moment, you thought maybe you'd fallen off the bed earlier and that everything thus far had been some type of hallucination because surely Sato wasn't standing right in front of you right now.
...Except, with glasses? And a dorkier look in his eyes?
With the same snowy white hair, the same perfectly sharp jawlineāthat's somehow a tad softerāand the same dazzling blue eyes, he stared at you all longingly as if an angel had fallen right into his arms or something. The only difference between him and his brother being the black glasses sitting center on the bridge of his nose.
Despite the hallway's lack of lighting, you swear you see his cheeks flush with red as the moment of exchanged staring passes.
Prior to this, you'd only ever heard rumors of Sato having a twin brother but you never once imagined those would turn out to be true. The man's eyes widen slightly as he really looks at you, confusion flickering across his face whilst he takes in your flushed skin, the way your clothes are hanging off of you as though you'd rushed to put them all, and how your eyes are somberly glossed over.
"I-," You try to blink that wetness out of your gaze and then clear your throat. "Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going."
"It's fine," He replies as he thoughtlessly continues to hold onto your arms. Then, uncertainly, "You're... Sato's, uhā"
"Sato's what?" You cut off harsher than you meant to.
There was no way he was about to refer to you as that asshole's girlfriend or anything like that, right?
His mouth visibly goes taut, realizing he was about to step into something fragile. Instead of responding, he just stands there awkwardly enough to piss you off even more.
Groaning, you push past him and continue storming down the hall. You didn't have time for whatever that was about to turn into.
Unbeknownst to you, he'd stood there and watched as you walked awayācursing himself out for letting his opportunity to talk to you pass him by like that. He'd known who you were for months prior to this. Out of all the women Sato brought over, you were the only one Toru took a genuine interest in.
It's unfortunate for him that Sato's a stingy asshole who doesn't care to introduce the two of you. Because of that, Toru had to go out of his way just to get glimpses of your personality.
He was always home when Sato brought you over, always in his room that's just one wall over while the two of you fuckedālistening and secretly getting off to those gorgeous moans you let off. Toru knew it was perverted of him to do so, but he truly couldn't help himself.
Now here he is with sagging shoulders at the fact that he totally fucked up his first interaction with you.
He heard the whole argument between you and his brother and came out into the hallway hoping to come to your rescue or at least cheer you up, even if only for a second. Yet, all he managed to do was piss you off with his awkwardness and lack of confident social skills.
After a few minutes, Toru straightens up and settles his jaw in a way that says he'd made some type of silent decision. That wasn't going to be the last time he interacted with youāno matter how badly his brother fucked upāhe knew you'd be back eventually.
As he turns back to his room, he promises to himself that next time he sees you, he won't hesitate or fumble things with you.
āā
A few weeks pass before anything else noteworthy occurs.
In that time, things between you and Sato remain rocky, to say the utmost least. Conversations between the two of you were more careful, apologies came far slower than they should've, and some semblance of trust had been rebuilt in uneven steps.
Sometimes he was sweet and more attentive than he had been before that big argument, kinda like he was afraid it'd happen again. Other times he'd slip up and those old habits would seep through, any excuse he gave you dressed up charmingly enough for you to ultimately end up forgiving him again.
The fact that you both were trying had to be enough to count for something, otherwise the two of you were better off calling it quits months ago.
Somewhere in the middle of that relationship, Toru became familiar to you. You went out of your way to see him whenever you visited the Gojo estate, even if you were only there for Sato.
He was almost always cooped up in his room, drowning himself in his studiesātextbooks stacked neatly on his desk, handwritten notes color-coded and meticulously organized.
It wasn't long before you realized he and his brother were complete opposites. Where Sato excelled in partying and socializing, Toru peaked in academics and hobbies that were far more niche.
You remember poking your head into his room one time to say hi and catching him lost in Digimon reruns with strategy guides pulled up on his nearby laptop. He was so engrossed in it that he hadn't even heard you saying something to him.
Situations like that are what got the two of you to be something close to friends.
Though, you still didn't know him any more than you knew Sato. You were still kept at an arm's length from either of their personalities beyond what was noticeable. Sato made sure of that where both he and his twin were concerned.
While he did soften up with you, he still wasn't interested in keeping you that closeānot close enough to know him. And he damn sure wouldn't let you go off and try to find that in Toru.
Anytime you and the nerdier Gojo sibling were alone, Sato was intruding minutes later. Always interrupting.
Even when you ran into Toru on campus.
One time when you found him outside the library, standing near a vending machine and ran up to talk to him, Sato seemed to spawn out of thin air with his arm around you is if to silently tell his brother to fuck off.
You weren't sure what had gotten into him as far as that was concerned. He didn't care when you talked to anyone else.
This was but another unfortunate thing for you since you were quite fond of Toru. He remembered little things about you; your major, your favorite cafe, and even your preferred place to sit in lecture halls.
If you asked Sato questions about any of those things, he'd probably shrug and ask you why any of it matters in the first place.
But you bet that dick for brains could tell you which position makes you cum the fastest...
It's regrettably because of that as to why you're currently standing at the large front doors to his home, having rung the bell only a few seconds ago due to an earlier text requesting you come over.
In said text, Sato promised that he only wanted to talk to you and you chose to believe him.
Just for Toru to swing the door open with a surprised look on his face.
"Oh, hey." He began, pushing his glasses further up on his face so that he could get a proper look at you. "If you're looking for Sato, he's not here. I actually think he's been gone for the past three hours or so."
Disappointment settles into you and you roll your eyes, already annoyed. "Of course he has," You sigh.
Toru offers you a half-comforting grin before stepping back a bit and opening the door wider for you, "He'll probably be back soon though, if you wanna come in?"
You debated leaving but the prospect of being able to spend some alone time with Toru is what swayed you into staying.
Which is how you ended up in their living room.
The rest of the house was quieter than Sato ever allowed it to be. There was no music blaring, none of his restless pacing or constant yammering about fuck knows what. The only thing heard was the low hum of the TV ahead of you and Toru.
He'd put on a movie a few minutes ago and although you'd agreed to watch it with him, you kept glancing towards the front door hoping to see Sato walk in any moment now.
It never happens.
Sitting on the opposite ends of the couch, you and Toru are steady to find comfort in one another's presence. You eventually let yourself focus on what he'd put on, snorting whenever he laughed at the unfunniest bits of it and finding yourself mused by the easiness of it all.
You noticed how Toru also tried to sneak his eyes onto you here and there, lacking that smoothness his slightly older brother had and always catching your attention when he did it.
The two of you even shared those warm moments where you'd catch him staring and then whisper, "What, is something on my face?"
To which he'd swallow thickly and shake his head, "No, not at all. Sorry..."
His shyness is probably what drew you in the most about him. You loved how often he avoided eye contact with you, how gentle his voice always came out, and the way he'd begin to adjust himself against the couch due to the smallest of things.
The night was going well enough for you to forget all aboutā
Your phone rang and Sato's name was lighting up your screen.
At the sight, your shoulders went tense and you were unsure if you should answer it or not. Toru looked over at you but he didn't say anything.
The movie continued to play ahead as you picked up the phone and quietly spoke to Sato, "What?"
Whatever was said to you on the other end made your jaw clenchāsomething of which Toru noted instantly. He didn't mean to be nosy but it was hard not to when minutes passed and you were clearly getting frustrated about your conversation.
"You sound drunk," You're heard muttering, making Toru's ears perk up and then strain to hear more.
Sato is just barely heard grumbling in response, "M'not drunk, baby."
Your shoulders slump, "Did you even mean to text me?"
There's a long pause. Toru tenses up and Sato's heard burping.
"I texted you?" The man on the phone asks, making your entire mood sink. "Hahhh, fuck. I don' remember doing that.. What uh, what'd I say?"
"You said you needed to talk." You reply rigidly.
He nods even though you can't see him, "Ah... I mean, I do need to talk to you but," Pausing to grumble, "Don't see why I didn't jus' call.. Anyway, s-so yesterday I was with this girl 'n she said m'not doin' anything wrong."
His early attempt at trying to convince you he wasn't drunk fell flat in that instant. You stare into space for a moment, "What?"
"Remember how we got into it about your squirting problem?" Sato blurts out in response.
You could feel yourself getting irritated with him all over again. You hated the way he said that like it was truly an issue on your end alone, even though the two of you have talked about it after the argument.
"My squirting problem? You mean the fact that you can't get me there?" You snapped back, matching his energy for just a second and unintentionally gaining the dull attention of his nosy brother.
At this point, you don't think you cared whether or not he overheard.
"No, no, I cannnn..." Sato drags out drunkenly. Then you hear this giggle in the background before he adds, "This girl told me it really is you 'n not me. Because like-"
You hang up the phone before he can continue.
The last thing you wanted to do was entertain whatever the fuck he was about to tell you for any longer than you had to. Your phone falls down into your lap and you feel it buzzing a few seconds later but you only swipe it back up to silence it entirely.
After which, the room falls into a thick quietness that swallows up both you and Toru. Even the movie playing ahead had switched to a soundless scene that only added to the shift in moods.
A few minutes of this stillness pass before you feel the weight on the other side of the couch shifting. Your eyes flick over and you see him readjusting himself in his seat.
You don't question it nor say anything but his sudden movements do manage to pull you out of your funk for a second. Ignoring it, you pick your phone back up to see that Sato had texted you a bunch of gibberishāthe only sensible message you can make out being one of him begging you to text or call back.
As soon as you start typing, his twin decides to clear his throat again.
āI mean, it canāt be that hard.ā Toru says all timidly, his words catching enough to snag your attention away from your phone.
Your thumb goes idle against the screen and you look up at him to see his cheeks colored over with bright red. He was looking off to his left and you could tell by the rapid rise and fall of his chest that his breathing had gone off-track.
Clearly, he hadnāt meant to say that out loud.
You chuckle as if intrigued by his words, humming, āYour brother said the same thing."
Toru scoffs and then speaks without thinking again, āHe doesnāt care enough.ā
Cocking a brow, āDoesnāt care enough to make me squirt?ā You ask.
The sound of the manās breath hitching was clearer than the dense tension between you both. āObviously not,ā Toru continues, lifting two slim fingers up to the center of his glasses to adjust them against his nose. āIf he did, he wouldāve made sure you⦠uh, did that.ā
Never would you have expected to have this kind of conversation with the same man who can barely look you in the eye. But it was clear something had changed. Even in his body language, you saw how he'd sat up a bit straighter against the couch and let his legs sprawl out widerāalmost invitingly so.
He was still avoiding your gaze but the sturdiness in his voice is what intrigued you the most.
āDid what, Toru? Say it,ā You pressed, putting your phone down and turning on the couch to face him fully.
You watched as his Adamās apple bobbed in his throat with the way he gulped thickly. āHe wouldāve uhm..." Toru pauses to take a deep breathāmentally reminding himself that he swore not to embarrass himself in front of you againāand then clears his throat one more time, "He would've made sure you squirted.ā
Too shy to look at you just yet, he misses how the look in your eyes changes entirely. It was like seeing him in a new light.
Not that you hadn't thought about it before. He does look exactly like Sato and there's been a few times where you've wondered what it'd be like to be the cause of his glasses going crooked 'n foggy.
Biting back a smile, āWell, he makes me cum a lot.ā You explain to him casually. Certainly Toru wouldn't have started talking to you about this if he didn't at least have some advice for you, āLike, back to back.ā
He nods, nimble fingers fidgeting over one another in his lap, āThen, he just doesnāt know what heās doing.ā
You bat your lashes at him all cluelessly, āButāā
āAs I said the first time,ā Toru looks at you all of a sudden, his eyes mildly terrified behind his frames despite the attempt of confidence spreading over his face. There was a devilishly sexy blend of sureness and hesitancy plastered all over his features, āIt canāt be that hard.ā
The direct eye contact and few inches of space between where you two were sitting made everything feel hot all of a sudden. Blush melts itself into his skin again and it was clear that this initiated flirting of his was a first time thing.
You knew Toru found you intimidating and that subconsciously accepted fact only made you want to see more. More of your affect on him.
Sliding closer to him on the couch, your voice slyly dips into something more taunting, āYou sound like you wanna try.ā
Watching the way his jaw flexes, teeth tightly gritted within his mouth, and throat struggling to conceal the high-pitched sound that threatened to jump out of himāyour affect on the man was as clear as day.
Somehow, Toru manages to maintain his confident facade, āWould you let me if I did?ā
āDo you?ā You ask quicker than he expects you to.
His head felt like it was spinning already. Is this what it's like to do drugs? Does his brother get to experience this all the time?
Toru gulps again, āDo I.. what?ā
Now he was playing dumb on purpose, as if he wasn't the one who commenced this whole thing with his earlier statement.
Which makes you giggle, āYouāre the smartest guy I know, Toru." Your compliment makes his heart skip a few beats. Then your head tilts and your tone softens, "Donāt start acting dumb just to appeal to me.ā
He bats those pretty white lashes at you with his eyes all doe-like on you for a moment before he looks down, āI just⦠I wanted to hear you say it.ā
You stand up from the couch all of a sudden and he freezes up. Then you walk over and stand right in between his legs, moving a hand to his chin and forcing his head up. āDo you wanna try making me squirt?ā
Toru shakes his head and your brows furrow. His face nuzzles into your hand, forcing it to spread open as his cheek presses into your palm, āItās not something to be tried, itās just something I can do for you.ā He explains.
Your thumb brushes against his cheek and his glasses slip down his nose a bit. Smiling, āSomeone's confident.ā
He merely whispers, āāCanāt be that hard.ā
āā
Ten minutes later and you're wondering why he wasn't the first Gojo twin you met.
Loong fingers stretching your pussy out crudely, hot tongue attacking your clit like he wanted to lick you into numbness, and eyes still doe-like as they remain glued up on your faceāToru was nothing like his slightly older brother.
No, no, he aimed not only to please but to learn how you like to be pleased.
Whereas Sato would just sleep with you the same way he did with anyone elseābeyond confident in his own abilities to bring a woman pleasureāToru was the kinda man who took his time to work you up specifically.
āTaste sāgood,ā He praised in a tone deeper than you knew to be capable from him. You were laying across the couch now and he was stuffed neatly in between your legs. Whining, āMore,ā as he tugged at your thighs, his jaw going slack, and his mouth smearing against your cunt. āGimmeā moreāmmpfh. Please?"
You weren't sure what more he could be referring to when his fingertips were already twirling something sinful against your g-spot. You had a hand buried into his hair, your other behind you as you held onto the couch to steady yourself with the way he feasted on you as if your pussy was the best thing to wet up his tongue.
āAh, T-Toru, fuck!ā You cried out, unconsciously pulling away from him when his fingers focused in deep against that soppy spotāaddicted to the way your slick gushed out around his hand and left a sweet mess against the couch.
His fingers leave your insides for only a second and a half before he's shoving them into his mouth to suck the taste off. Toru's eyes rolled back for a moment before he let both of his hands redirect to your inner thighs and then spread you out wider just so nothing was obstructing your view of the way he sloppily kissed your cunt.
Small strings of aroused filth would hang in between his mouth and your puffy pussylips, all of which would get licked off by his eager tongue before he dove back in for more.
Before you'd let him make his way down there, you recall the way he oh-so-awkwardly kissed you. He hardly had a clue what to do with his tongue when it was against yours but now that he was in between your legs, he became an entirely different person.
Suckling the dewy tastes into his mouth and guzzling it down his throat just to let it linger, Toru was nothing short of desperate to make you feel good. So much so that his brain practically turns off as he moves his hands to grip your hips and then lifts the lower half of your body up against his face.
His mouth nuzzled harder against you and you felt the wiggling tip of his tongue slap against your clenching walls. He softly humped the couch as he ate you out, letting the sounds of your moans coax him into giving you everything he could.
Toru only pulled away from your cunt when his glasses fogged up too much for him to see your face. And before you could offer to wipe them off or anything, you met his gaze with the way his head angled for you to do so.
His voice deep and aching, āSit on my face,ā He requested before whining again. āPleasepleaseplease,ā the man panted almost puppy-like and then seared his next words right into your clit with the edge of his tongue, āNeed it sābad.ā
You don't think you had it anywhere in you to deny him when he was asking so nicely like that.
But by the time the two of you had flipped over and you were left hovering over his pleasantly flushed faceāhis shaky hands tight against your hipsāyou were a little too nervous to sit down.
Toru had caught his breath by now but nothing about his starved appetite had changed. Those previously soft blue eyes of his seemed to pierce straight through you in a way that Sato's sometimes would. You know they're twins and all but fuck, it was nerve-wracking to experience that hungry look from the alleged "shy" twin.
āRide it," Toru husked out all of a sudden, giving your body the faintest pull.
Your eyes went all wide, āā¦Your mouth?ā
Instead of clarifying things or being patient with you, he snatches your frame down with a strength you didn't know he possessed. Moaning before your core even reaches his lips again, āWant you to feed your pussy to me.ā
Then he was practically suctioned to you again, eyes rolling back far enough for the whites to be visible beneath the foggy frames of his glasses.
āOhfuck,ā You cry out, the upper half of your body slumping forward a bit as your thighs squeeze around his head.
You felt the way Toru smiled at the feeling, almost like he was exactly where he'd wanted to be. His tongue skated up into you with a vigor you'd never felt before.
The man ate pussy like he wanted the results of your release plastered all over those pretty glasses of his, leaving him with sogged vision and a numbed tongue. It was yet another thing that made him so much different than his brother because although that man had stamina like no other and knew how to use his cock, he never once ate you out.
Meanwhile Toru couldnāt seem to get enough.
He even left a needy smack to your ass, encouraging you to do as he initially asked of you and ride his face. It wasnāt until his tongue was constantly plunging past your glissading folds that you unconsciously rolled your hips forward and earned a whimper from him in response.
Then the hands on your hips began to tug at you again, not even begging you for more but demanding it now.
You could no longer focus on the way he looked with splashes of your slick spread out on his glasses in nasty droplets since the tip of his nose had bumped up against your clit, and his jaw went slack just to adhere to your drooling nerves.
The sensation made your entire body flinch, but he wouldnāt let you pull up. For the nth time, you were stunned by Toruās strength.
His tongue was thick and gathering against your pussy, not letting a singular drop of your taste escape his mouth until something light ghosted out of you.
āS-Something feels-, nngh,ā Your struggles were just the cutest thing. āDifferent.ā You tried to warn him.
His head tilted slightly and you felt his lips curve against you again as he smiled knowingly. Plucking his mouth away from you for the first time in forever with a wet pop!, Toru let his warm breath pat your quivering hole as he whispered, āItās supposed to feel different, sweet girl. Thatās what happens when you come to the right twin.ā
Cocky. You never knew Toru had that in himāmust be a trait that runs into family.
Except, itās not like he was wrong. Once he lathered his tongue back in and sucked on your cunt like it was the only thing keeping him sane, you felt that coiling burn building up inside you. You knew you were gonna squirt despite never experiencing it before.
But it felt like too much, made you feel dirty as you neared that shattering edge. So much so that you tried so hard to snatch yourself away from Toru, whining excessively only for each sound to fall on completely deaf ears.
Your legs had clamped around his head so tight that he was getting lightheaded from his lack of oxygenānot that he cared. He had one singular goal and nothing was gonna stop him from reaching it.
It wasnāt long before it happened as his complimenting moans turned into graveling groans. The sounds vibrated against your pussy and you were tongue-fucked right into something blissful. Bleary white streaks coated your vision and you think you wouldāve fallen over if not for the mean grasp he had on you.
Toru had done it, he managed to make you squirt.
By the time your brain feels like itās functioning enough to hold a conversation, you let your vision come back to you and look down to see his soaked face.
His eyes are dazed whilst they peer up at you, appreciation swirling through his pupils. Those same glasses youāve managed to squirt over are now crooked and you wonder if thatās from the way you unconsciously started rutting your hips forward just a few minutes ago.
Toru didnāt do anything but pant heavilyāhis breath stuttering here and there due to how long he went without breathing properly. When he finds the energy to send you another boyish grin, you feel a wave of embarrassment flutter over.
āShit,ā You huff, slowly moving from over his face and then grabbing his glasses.
With his face revealed, you saw how unfairly pretty he was with content written into his skin.
Then he chuckles softly, āYou donāt have tāclean those.ā Toru tells you, tone mumbled.
You were trying to wipe his glasses off with your shirt but heād moved his hand to your wrist to stop you.
āI like the mess,ā he added.
After which youāre stuck staring at him while he takes the wet glasses out of your hand and puts them back on his face. Surely thereās some hygienic concerns to take into consideration here but heās not at all worrying about that right now.
Not with the painfully hard cock heās got twitching in between his legs.
He wasnāt gonna tell you out of fear youād assume he was some kinda loser (he is) but, not only did he cum half-way through eating you out, he also got hard again when that messy stream came pouring out of you.
Toruās never made a woman squirt before but he did study enough videos toāclearlyāfigure out how itās done. He didnāt think it would work so easily with you since all he had to use was his tongue but considering the way you just-
āCan you do that again?ā Your voice hits his ears all of a sudden and his eyes widen.
āW-What?ā Toru chokes, āYou uh, you want me to make you squirt again?ā
You nod and then move to sit back a little, not exactly in his lap but still close enough for your body heat to mingle. Your finger trails down the center of his torso slowly as you speak, āIt felt really good. I wanna do it again,ā You requested almost innocently. āBut, on your cock this time.ā
He doesnāt know how he managed not to cum at the sound of that.
Toru knew you were bold, he knew you could be a bit of a ditz at time, but fuckādid you have any idea of the things you were asking for sometimes?
Mustering up that faux confidence from before, he leans up and hums. āAlright, yeah⦠I can do that.ā He thinks. Not that heāll admit his lack of assuredness to you though. His hands simply move against your body and you hardly realize whatās going on until heās swooped you up in his arms. āBut not here.ā
You blink dumbfoundedly, āWhy not?ā
āI have a better idea.ā
āā
When he said that, you didnāt think the better idea in question would be having sex in his brotherās room.
You recognized the path there as Toru carried you, felt the familiarity when he laid you down on the bed, and smelled the same scent of Sato lingering around even as Toru tried to distract you with kisses.
It seemed to be surprise after surprise with this man.
āI think after all the times Iāve had to hear the two of you fuck,ā Toruās hands were running down your bodyāhis touch smoother than his brotherās ever were. āItās only fair that I make you squirt in the same place he never could, right?ā
Too many thoughts of sin swirled in your head for you to answer that properly so all you did was nod your head again. Which was yet another thing he found cute.
Itās no wonder Sato kept you to himself all this time.
That realization becomes even clearer by the time Toruās got his cock freed from his clothing, his pinkish tip dribbling precum down onto your cunt while he gapes at the sight.
With his clothes all gone, you realized that heād been hiding a ripped body under all those baggy, nerdy-branded tees he wore. His muscles would flex without him even trying and he didnāt even notice how badly you were drooling over him until he stopped looking at your weeping hole and remembered to redirect his gaze up.
Seeing how youāre staring at his abs like you wanted to take a bite out of him, he leaned all the way up and allowed himself to be on full display for you. His cock bobbed with its hardness due to the way you admired him.
He was only reminded again that his brother got this time and time again and was too selfish to share.
What an asshole.
Toru scoffed and let his head cock to the left, peaking down at his length still hanging over your lower abdomen. āHm,ā His hand moved and he began to measure himself in comparison to how deep inside you heād be within the next few minutesāhand stopping only a few inches short of your belly button. āDoes he reach this far?ā
You flinched out of your gawking thoughts and moved your attention to where his hand was, gasping at the debauched sight in between your legs.
Truth be told, the fact that they were twins clearly applied to every inch of their bodies. But if you looked hard enough, you could notice that Satoās is a bit longer while Toruās has that veining thickness.
To avoid making the man jealous, you shrug and make eye contact with him again, āPut it in and find out.ā
Toru laughs dryly and you throb. Something had changed from before. His shyness seemed like it hid itself away considering there was nothing shy about how he wrapped his hand around his cock and then let it slap slap slap! against your swollen folds.
Your body twitched at each slap but what caught his attention most is how your cunt salivated with each one.
āHuh. I think I figured it out,ā Toru breathed, his glasses slipping a bit.
Then he guides his dick up to swab around your clit for a couple seconds just to see the way your hips instantly squirm up for more. The smile that drags out across his face is chillingly close to the one Sato wears while he fucks you.
āThere it is,ā Toru whispers, hauling his cock down and letting his plump tip poke against your hole to feel you clench, and then slide back. āThatās what you like. You like being teased.ā
You were so needy that you felt your slick wetly sliding down your skin to pool beneath you, āN-No, I justāā
āShhh, focus on how this feels, pretty girl.ā He instructs. All the shakiness you normally heard in his speech was gone and replaced with something sinfully commandingāyearning only to teach you true pleasure. āSee how my cock keeps slipping out? Mmgh,ā He repeated his action from before and your hips bucked for more this time, making him huff. āDonāt you want it inside you sooo badly?ā
Your hand reached down for him, trying your damndest to angle him into you, āI do. Toru please,ā You pleaded delightfully.
His naturally submissive nature leads him to slip an inch in but the dewy warmth of your pussy makes him let out a stuttered gasp. Then he lets his cock slop right out of you with another ringing sound of filth spurring out into the air. His deft cockhead thwacks at your quivering hole again and your eyes roll back.
"Say that again." Toru grunts, slapping your parted folds with his cock again to emphasize his words, "Beg me for it."
Your back arches up off the bed this time and youāve got the prettiest look of desperation on your face, "Mnh, please?"
Fuck. He was not strong enough to drag this out any longer.
Nor was he reader for how welcoming your cunt is for him. Swallowing him in inch by stretching inch, Toruās left with a slacked jaw as he finally slides into you. Choking on his own breath, āO-Ohh⦠Oh fuck.ā he pants, āYouāre so wet. F-Fuck, were you always this wet? Shit..ā
You let off a pleasant string of moans that make his cock twitch wildly inside you before he even makes it halfway in.
Managing a short breath, you smile up at him, āDidnāt know you could curse sāmuch, Toru.ā
He knew right then and there he was fucked.
āG-Gonna cum,ā He whimpers as he drops his face down into your neck. The singular utterance of his name is what did it for him.
You thought he was just being dramatic but when you feel velvety ropes of creamy cum flooding into you followed by his throaty grunts against the crook of your neck, you realize he was being everything but.
The man could barely move his hips and all he had to offer you was thick loads in sporadic spurts and whiny groans.
By the time you feel his cum escaping where the two of you are still connected, youāre slow to snort, āā¦Toru?ā
āShit,ā He gasps immediately, āShitshitshit, Iām sorry. Iām so sorry. I-I didnāt mean to cum,ā His head flies up, white hairs sticking to his forehead from sweat and eyes all wide and apologetic on yours, āI just-, you felt so good. I couldnāt-, fuck. Iāmāā
āItās okay,ā You giggle, moving your hands to cup his face, āJust keep goinā.ā
āBut-,ā His eyes travel back and forth between your own as he continues to stare. It takes Toru a long moment to realize heās⦠still hard.
With a breathless oh tumbling out of his kiss-bitten lips, he rolls his hips forward and pushes his cum deeper into you as a creamy squelch rings out. āO-Ohh, fuck. That sounds sānasty...ā He murmurs, arousal decorating his expression from the sound.
āMhm,ā You whir, tugging him down to kiss you.
If Sato had good stamina then, as twins, Toru should too, right?
A very intimate mess of his hips rocking down into you carries on with your lips sliding over one another. Unlike his older sibling who typically fucked like his every thrust guaranteed pleasure (it did), Toru moved inside you in the same way his mouth moved over yoursāawkward but careful.
The streeeetch from his cock definitely made up for his lack of hurried strokes since his steady pace forced you to feel every prodding inch.
He may not have lasted long inside you without cumming but he was able to bring you to an orgasm of your own, whispering things into your mouth about how perfect you wereāhow his brother never deserved any of this.
It made your heart feel heavy and your cunt sloppily sang around his cock up until the sound of something dropping made you both gasp.
āWhat the fuck.ā Satoās voice was heard seething, having dropped the bag he had hanging off of his shoulder.
When Toru pulls away from you and glances back, you manage to move your head enough to catch a glimpse of how Sato stuck was staring at the way his twin steadily fucking you to gentle tears.
āS-Sato,ā You sputtered out, suddenly feeling Toruās hand move to press down your lower abdomenātightening the pressure around his cock and making him feel impossibly bigger inside you. āOhmygod-,ā Both men heard the way you choked, āMāgonna cum.ā
Only to be interrupted by Toru scoffing, "Not yet. Someone has to teach this guy how to make you squirt, right?"
āNo one has to teach me shit,ā Sato argued as he fully entered his bedroom.
What a sightāhis own brother fucking his favorite girl. Sato never thought heād see the day, honestly.
Hell, he didnāt even know what to say. The sight of you two wasnāt the worst thing in the world. Toru had his face so it was like seeing himself fuck you. But, yāknow, with glassesā¦
āClearly someone does,ā Toruās delayed response came after heād tugged his cock out of you, watching his cum sap out and soil his brotherās bedsheets. āEspecially if I was able to do it.ā
Rolling his eyes, āBullshit.ā Sato spat without letting his brotherās words register properly. When they finally do, an appalled expression colors over him, āWait, what? No way, show me.ā
Toru moves a hand to scratch the back of his neck, looking off to the side dorkishly, āUh, we didnāt record it or anythingāā
āNo, I mean do it again, four eyes.ā His older brother clarifies rudely.
You sit up at that. Glancing back and forth between the two for a moment and then settling your eyes onto Sato, āWhat?ā
āI donāt believe him,ā Sato huffs as comes to sit on the edge of his bed. Throwing his eyes onto you, āSo, if he really made you squirt then surely he has no issue doing it again.ā
You blink. āYou want him to do that in front of you?ā
āI want to see you squirt, period,ā He admits, āI donāt care who gets it outtaā you at this point.ā
You and Toru then exchange glances before looking at him.
āWell?ā Sato scoffs. āIf youāre gonna go out of your way to fuck in my bed, donāt stop now that Iām here. Put on a fuckinā show for me.ā
Ever so demanding he wasā¦
āā
Not that you or Toru seemed to care.
The next position you end up in is rather⦠precarious, to say the least.
You thought you were left stretched before but that feeling was utterly pale in comparison to what you felt now. Toru had you bouncing up and down his heavy cock, letting it talk you through every pummeling thrust by leaving sweltering smooches against the deepest crevices of your cunt.
Your maw was left to dangle open and you looked like a true slut in the eyes of the Gojo twins. As one fucked you beyond dumb, the other was sat in front of you with his hands wrapped around his shaft, his palm running up and down that wildly long cock of his as sticky precum glistened out from his tip.
Drool and spit trickled all down your jaw and fell onto the floor below and you couldnāt move in any way to escape Toruās desperate thrusts.
The sound of sweaty skin slacking and clashing against one another echoed through Satoās large bedroom whilst he watched and got off to the sight.
Your arms and legs were locked firmly in Toruās grip and he was just using your pussy to satisfy that swollen ache heād been dealing with for fuck knows how long now.
The remnants of his cum sobbed downwards and left a messy ring around his base, the pearly color nearly mocking the white happy trail of hair he had.
"Tighter-, hahh.. squeeze around me tighter, please." Toru muttered into your ear, having found himself pussydrunk and slopped. The walls of your pussy narrowed around him and his hips snapped up a little faster, "Good girl, just like that. F-Fuuck... you're gonna make me c-cum." Toru whimpered.
A singular gasp of, "Inside.ā from your horribly sore throat makes both him and his brother groan.
"Again? Shiit," Toru sent a bragging smile ahead before bucking his hips up into you faster as if to prove a point. Still talking into your ear, "Y'want me to breed you in front of Sato? Damn, you're sluttier than I thought you'd be."
You feel his weighty balls pounding up against your skin as his cock bullied in deeper, your pussy stretched into the prettiest shape and molded perfectly around him.
Sato couldnāt take his eyes off the errotic sight and his hand moved faster, his own hips thrusting up as he reminisced on that feeling of positioning into you. The man swears he could feel you wrapped around him just from watching his brother handle you.
It was so different to see things from this perspective but fuck was it sexy. Your tits bounced as Toru dragged you up up upp and then let his hips meet you halfway with a needy thrust as he let your body come back down.
"Mmngh, Toru!" You moaned softly.
To which his teeth nipped at your ear, "It's so cute when you say my name like that," He huffs, "Do you like me that much? Hm? Like the way Toru treats this pussy?"
You weakly moved your head in agreement, tears running down your cheeks, "Uhuhh⦠f-fuuuck, Toru. Mācummin.ā
His movements grew faster then, ruder. The plump crown of his cock mashed into that sweet spot of yours over and over and over as if to make the spot his new homeāimprint himself there permanently.
Breathing all heavy against you, āSāokay, let it out, sweetheart. Show him what he should be making you do, yeah?ā
Sato cums a split second before it actually happens, based on the fact that it was about to happen. Thank god you were too drunk to see it because heās watching with teary eyes as you squirt all over Toruāhis dick slipping out of you because of it and the mess spraying ahead filthily.
Your pussy quivers from the release and youāre whining all through it, the cooing sound of Toru whispering you through your high prominence in your ear. You could barely think, barely breathe because of the intensity of it all.
When you calm down from it, Toruās still got you in his arms and all youāre left to focus on is Satoās pouty face as he continues to stroke himself.
āWell, fuck. Look at you,ā He spoke hoarsely the moment he noticed your attention on him, his head resting back against his headboard, āJust a whore for some Gojo cock, huh?ā
Your head barely bobs in responseāfar too dazed to answer that with a properly functioning brain.
Satoās hand squeezes around his tip and his brows furrow, āYeahhh? Yāliked watching me jerk off like some pathetic loser while I let my brother fuck you?ā He hardly waited for another answer out of you before nodding his chin, āBet you do. Look at that pussy, so fuckinā wet from this.ā
Toruās easing you down on the bed in between the both of them, puffing, āUnfair of you to keep her all to yourself, Sato.ā
Keeping things simple, āIām willing to share now.ā
ā¦
Things should have ended there. Seriously.
But, allas, the hold these two have over you appeared to be much stronger than you thought.
āWrap those lips around me, baby.ā Sato had requested, watching your shaky limbs move in between his legs.
Toru was somewhere behind you, diving his face back into your cunt to⦠clean the mess he left in there, apparently.
Out of both of them, Toru was definitely the more perverted oneācurrently eating his own cum out of your cunt after giving you some bullshit excuse about wanting to keep you clean.
All he wanted was to stick his tongue inside you again. You werenāt that dumb.
While you gathered Satoās cock into your palm and let your lips press into his tip, he hissed as his face twisted up due to sensitivity. Easing a hand onto your head, āAtta girl. Choke on this dick while he cleans you up. Wanna see every inch down that throat.ā
His words never failed to leave your cunt soused, a physical reaction of which met Toruās compliant tongue.
Satoās bed was a mess of all sorts of fluidsāoverly due for a washing after all that had taken place thus far. His cock was somewhere in the back of your throat and he felt your moans tremble against him whenever Toru slurped against you just right.
The three of you were lazy with everything by now and the only thing that made the Gojo siblings perk up was when you ended up gifting Toruās mouth with another raining mess.
Oh, Sato was in awe at the sight all over again. So much so that itās what caused his next orgasm. He was so dazed by your squirting that he didnāt even bother to ask you to swallow what heād just unconsciously thrusted into your throat.
Normally thatās his favorite part; watching or asking you to swallow his seed. Yet, heād missed all of that because seeing his brotherās face smothered in your wetness left him shocked.
āOhhh, shit. That was more than the first time.ā Toru said as he finally pulled himself from in between your legs.
Satoās ears twitch and he cocks a brow. Daze broke completely, āFirst time?ā he asked. It was clear he still didnāt believe that his geeky, clumsy, and overall awkward sibling made that happen before he walked in.
Toru looks at his brother, āYeah⦠More than the first time she squirted.ā
Sato stares. āYou⦠You made her squirt before I got here?ā Disbelief was evident in his tone.
He chuckles, āYou asked me that like itās hard or something, of course I did.ā
You pull yourself up from Satoās softening cock just in time and give the two slow blinks while transferring your gaze back and forth. Sleepiness wasnāt slow to overcome you.
Sato met your eyes with his pointed ones and puffed all brat-like, āSoooo⦠youāre gonna do that for only me next time, right?ā
Thereās not a singular thought inside your head as you blatantly ignore him. Then, you turn over and plop onto the bed to lay downāback facing the two of them.
āHello?ā Sato taps your shoulder and then jokingly adds a comedic, āChat, am I mutedā¦?ā
Toru snorts with a shake of his head, getting out the bed to start cleaning up the mess you three collectively made within the past few hours.
Then, youāre wondering if the roles had reversed for a second when he grumbles, āFuckinā loserā¦ā
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Hey, Katie here. I hate saying things like this because I feel like it invalidates me as a good leader, or even a capable one, but itās long past time to say this.
Glitch in the System isnāt going very well right now.
Itās not the fault of anyone on the team. We all love what we do, but we have personal lives outside of the game and several team members have gone on indefinite hiatuses. This has delayed production for months. Weāve listed out the areas we need for the game and out of 28, we have only come close to completing 3. And about halfway through a fourth.
Thatās when I realized something. Weāve been so stubbornly focused on making sure the game looked good, on making sure everything ran smoothly and blew everyoneās minds that we forgot that this is a Jacksepticeye community production. The fact that Jack is interested in the game is a huge blessing and he wouldnāt know about it if not for everyone.
But Glitch in the System has been in and out of development hell since its inception. From arguing over plot points, to people on the team leaving over things like how we wanted to portray the egos or general disorganization, to people going on hiatus⦠itās a complete mess right now. Even after we smoothed over the story and what we need, itās still going to take several years at the pace weāre going.
And for the first time since I started making this game, I wanted to quit. I wanted to throw in the towel and say that this is more trouble than itās worth, that this game clearly shouldnāt ever happen because we canāt get it together. I donāt want to feel that way. I want to remember the joy of creating a game the community cared about, looked forward to, and I want to do it again and give you the best game possible.
But at our current pace⦠we canāt do that. We canāt do any of it.
We need help. We need the community.
You all loved the previous game. Making it was one of the best experiences Iāve ever had. I donāt want to give up on what I know will be a phenomenal sequel because of setbacks and development hell.
Right now, our primary need is tilesets and sprites. There are an incredible number of areas and while many of them have completed maps, most of them do not. We also need help with VX Ace coding, which is to say the implementation of scripts, creation of puzzles, and troubleshooting. Finally, our core team just doesnāt have time to do faces for every single character, so we need help with faces.
If you have the skills and the time to commit to this project, or even to a single tileset, map, faceset, puzzle, etc, please contact me at @katiemarie999. If you donāt want to be part of the core team, we can promise not to give you any spoilers. Weāre already planning to only use the team we have on the finale, so no one would be tasked with something that would reveal major plot points of the game.
Please boost this message whether or not you can help us. And if you have the skills and spare time, please consider contributing.Ā
Letās turn this game into A Jacksepticeye Community Production and make him proud.