THE INFINITE HEARTBEAT

mdni. what happens when you hook up with the wrong twin?

pairing: nerd!gojo x f!reader x frat!gojo

a/n: art by @smokeigheh !!

you wanted satoru gojo bad.

like, every waking thought was filled with daydreams of what his glasses would look like all fogged up if you rode his face until those pretty pink lips of his were glossy with your slick, sort of bad. pining hard enough to have pinterest boards dedicated to what domesticity with him would look like. wishing you were wrapped up in those bulky arms he hid under digimon hoodies practically every day, snoozing against his chest in his dorm room.

but despite sitting directly next to him in organic chemistry, he didn't seem capable of seeing past the thick rim of his glasses to notice you. too busy studying fucking atoms and fiddling with his pencil to pay attention to the girl desperately aching for him to say her name.

praying to be partnered with him on projects, half-debating on asking him for help with papers or studying, contemplating engineering a meet-cute just for the chance to talk to him.

showing up to frat parties because you heard his brother was the president of one just on the slim chance he'd stop by.

it wasn't your fault you didn't know they were twins.

you felt like a fucking moron when you were five shots deep and let the liquid courage convince you to confess to your huge crush when you thought you spotted him, tapping on the broad back of a beautiful white-haired boy and blurting out, "um, i think i'm in love with you."

it took you half a second to realize your mistake.

the tattoo on his bicep. the annoying shirt with arrows drawn towards his mouth and dick proudly proclaiming he was a two-seater. the piercing on his left eyebrow.

but he just grinned, a blindingly brilliant smile curling up on his lips as he cocked his head to the side. "oh yeah?"

you should've said nevermind.

his hand was already slipping over your hip though, grazing higher until it settled on your waist, drawing you in until your chest was nearly touching his. and when you glanced down at those pale, thick fingers, you could nearly pretend they were his.

"wanna go up to my room?" he offered, low and husky, in a voice eerily similar to the one you loved to listen to rattling on about equations and stoichiometry.

shrugging your shoulders as you held your breath, wondering just how much they had in common as you mumbled, "uh, sure?"

if you couldn't have the real thing, couldn't this be close enough?

and when his head was between your thighs, your fingers tangled in his soft hair and your eyes shut tight, you could almost believe it was him. his deep moans reverberating through you, his thumb digging into your ass to hold you close so he could drag his tongue in-and-out all slow and sloppy, swirling it around like he was trying to drive you insane.

god, you didn't even know his name.

but you guessed it was fair when he'd forgotten to ask for yours too.

making you cum with his mouth, his tongue painting pretty patterns over it while you grinded down against him, crying out his last name instead while you tugged at his scalp. and the second your shivering subsided, he was picking you up by your waist and pinning your thighs up to your chest, pushing you into a mean mating press like he was the one in love with you.

you didn't think your gojo had dick piercings.

but you were not about to complain.

his mouth falling open in pretty little pants, your heartstrings pulling tight at the way his face scrunched up in pleasure as he rutted desperately into you. fucking you hard and fast, filling you up as his grip tightened on your thighs, crashing his lips against yours in a messy kiss like you couldn't taste yourself on his tongue.

those piercings of his rubbing against you just right, the friction making your head feel all warm and fuzzy as your vision blurred with white and blue. body aching and brain scrambling, guilt and lust coiling together into a tight ball in your core, pressure building until you were on the precipice of a second climax.

maybe he wasn't the one you wanted, but the one you needed.

or maybe you were just a hopeless fool waiting and wishing for someone to see you. to need you.

and okay, maybe pulling out with two seconds to spare and spilling his cum all over your trembling thighs and his sheets wasn't the most romantic, but wasn't it still something?

his big blue eyes all wide and watering with want? white brows pinched together and mouth hanging open in low moans?

you'd probably be touching yourself to the image for weeks. clinging to the memory of how it felt to be so stuffed, how his thick veins and ridges dragged along your walls like he was made for you.

"that was-" he started, all raspy, almost like he tired himself out.

"yeah, uh, thanks," you awkwardly squeaked, growing more self-conscious by the second when he started to climb off of you, bending over to show off his perky ass as he picked up his discarded boxers to wipe off his cock and clean you off. "i think i should, um-"

"stay the night," he finished the sentence for you, offering a lopsided smile that made your stomach flip.

"don't you have a party to get back to?" you softly asked, heat crawling up towards your face as you shuffled off of his bed, covering yourself up with your arms as you snagged your discarded panties.

"nah," he grinned. "rather spend it in here."

"why?" you asked without thinking, feeling your nose scrunch up in confusion as his hand slid back over your bicep. he was humming some song under his breath, happy. you hated how easy it was to see that bright gleam in his eyes without any glasses to block them. or well, how it reminded you that this was wrong.

"wanna hear all the reasons you fell in love with me."

shit.

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