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emo! choso lets he’s you into the break room once his lunch break starts so he can have his way with you, pushing your tiny skirt up to your waist as he pounds into you at an angle that manages to hit your g-spot immediately.

emo! choso is protective over you, shooting boys a nasty glare if he even as much sees them looking at you in a hungry manner. and you eat it up every time because you love the way his large hands wrap around you in possession.

emo! choso lets you dye his hair once in a while, letting you experiment with different colored dye all while you cock-warm him, of course.

emo! choso has a piercing on his tip and you’re crazy about it. you love licking it when you give him head and he loves it as much as you do, throwing his head back in pleasure as he feels you gagging on him when you feel the cold ball hitting the back of your throat.

emo! choso puts on his favorite music as he thrusts into you at the beat of the song. at the end, he gets bored and begins pumping in and out of you as fast as he can.

emo! choso watches you gather your combined releases, placing them on his tattoos, almost as if you were coloring him in with your cum. he forces you to lick him up afterwards.

emo! choso loves sharing you with his coworker, suguru. the two dark hair colored boys using up your needy holes at the same time. suguru leaves for a bit, returning back to the store with a dildo.

emo! choso lets he’s you into the break room once his lunch break starts so he can have his way with you, pushing your tiny skirt up to your waist as he pounds into you at an angle that manages to hit your g-spot immediately.

emo! choso is protective over you, shooting boys a nasty glare if he even as much sees them looking at you in a hungry manner. and you eat it up every time because you love the way his large hands wrap around you in possession.

emo! choso lets you dye his hair once in a while, letting you experiment with different colored dye all while you cock-warm him, of course.

emo! choso has a piercing on his tip and you’re crazy about it. you love licking it when you give him head and he loves it as much as you do, throwing his head back in pleasure as he feels you gagging on him when you feel the cold ball hitting the back of your throat.

emo! choso puts on his favorite music as he thrusts into you at the beat of the song. at the end, he gets bored and begins pumping in and out of you as fast as he can.

emo! choso watches you gather your combined releases, placing them on his tattoos, almost as if you were coloring him in with your cum. he forces you to lick him up afterwards.

emo! choso loves sharing you with his coworker, suguru. the two dark hair colored boys using up your needy holes at the same time. suguru leaves for a bit, returning back to the store with a dildo.

when one thinks of a nerd, you'd think it would be one of those musty guys that don't have time for hygiene because they're too busy studying for whatever the hell they're always talking about. their usual sayings, "bro, im so fucking cooked." or, "erm, actually!" well, satoru does say those things but he's also perverted in a way.

your first interaction was when you were assigned to a project together, choosing his place for the meet up. "oh! um, are you sure?" he nervously asked, feeling sweat form at the back of his neck.

you were gorgeous in anyone eyes, including his. and the last thing he needed was for you to see his room. because said room has shelves full of manga and figures with little to no clothes and body proportions you were unsure were anatomically correct.

you thought it was mad weird.

thankfully, he got rid of the figures when you got together. claiming that he sold them online, except for one that you had found stored away in a box under his bed. 

one with a sexual maid outfit and bunny ears. 

at first, you were fuming until you took a closer look. the doll looked almost . . . like you. same face, hair color, body type.

then, you were ordering an exact replica of the outfit it had on, slipping the frilly little thing over your body and positioning the bunny ears and little tail before sitting down on his bed, waiting patiently for him to return from his digimon trading game. 

"babe, should we order takeout-" his words died out on his tongue after his eyes landed on you. "oh.." his dick began hardening in his pants like a damn virgin.

the gooner doll was in your hands. you waved at him with it. 

he gulped. 

"what's with outfit, pretty?" 

"what's with this?"

"uh, well," he stuttered, his bag falling onto the floor. "you told me you sold all of them toru. why'd you lie to me?" you pouted.

there was no time to explain. his hands were on you in seconds, feeling you up even while shaking like a maniac. 

his fingers dug into your hips, holding you down his cock. 

"oh my god.. you look so hot like this."

he threw his head back onto the headboard, watching as you carefully sank down on him. "you should hah.. wear ngh.. more outfits like this." he grunted, shifting his hips to help you bounce up and down. 

"yeah?" 

"yeah!" fuck you feel so good.." satoru moaned, shifting his hands to rest on your waist instead, eyes set on you. or more at the way the bunny ears flopped with every thrust. "gonna explain why you kept that figure?" you gripped onto his shoulders.

satoru looked away, face drenched in embarrassment. "it reminded me of you.." he confessed. 

you hummed, kissing his nose. "I figured. weirdo."

"you dressed up for this weirdo." he moaned, eyes sliding down to take in the sight of his cock disappearing in and out of you. the plap plap plap of skin on skin would make you cringe any other day, but the way satoru's face was fully displaying arousal, you didn't mind it. 

"you're so loud." he says as if he wasn't the one whimpering. 

his hand traveled up to your breasts, squeezing over the clothed area before ripping off your top. 

"babe!" you gasped. "I just bought this." 

"yeah, I'll buy you even cuter sets. no way are we ever stopping this."

your best friend of two years had begged you repeatedly to tag along with him to his personal hell on earth. the dental clinic. the four back teeth in his mouth have been bothering him for some time now, leaving no option but to get them removed.

“i can’t do this, hold my hand.” satoru’s hand roughly grabbed onto yours. you tried not to get flustered by the action, but you could feel warmth erupting on your cheeks. his leg kept bouncing nervously, waiting for his name to be called.

“toru, you’re twenty years old.” you reminded.

“i’m allowed to be scared at twenty!” he whisper shouted. his clammy hand didn’t let go of yours even for a second. when his name got called out, he refused to let go. “please, come with me. come with me.”

fortunately, he finally went in without you. with a final pleading look, satoru got taken away. safe to say, he had every right to be terrified. the white haired boy walked out with his cheeks all puffed up like a chipmunks, eyes teary, and walking like a drunk man.

“he was very difficult to drug.” the doctor said, leading satoru by the shoulders over to you. he whined out your name, reaching out to hug you. “help.. hurts..”

you stifled in a laugh, enjoying the sudden behavior. after thanking the doctor and a very difficult time having to push satoru into your car, you made your way over to your apartment . there was no way you were letting him be unattended until tomorrow.

the radio played his favorite music, making him sing along in the backseat. very off key, mind you. “hey.. hey, where we going?” his voice was very funny sounding. “to my place.” you stared at him through the rearview mirror.

“ooh.. and what are we gonna do at your place?”

you rolled your eyes, shaking your head with a small smile. “i’m gonna take care of you.”

“whole house happy.” he slurred out before flopping back into his seat. upon arrival, he was talking nonsense. something about digimon and his econ class, you couldn’t tell. “oh no..” the bloody gauze fell from his mouth, landing on the floor. “my tongue!” his eyes widened in horror.

“it’s not your tongue, silly.” too late, he was already crying. his hand tapped against his cheek in attempt to feel his still attached tongue. “no.. my tongue!” he tried bending down to grab it.

in total, it took ten minutes to get him inside the house and to convince him that his tongue was very much intact. “open up..” you gently placed in a new gauze, closing his jaw so he could start biting down on it. “i’ll be back.” doctors recommended to place ice packs on both cheeks to numb down the pain and luckily, you had two bags of peas sitting in your freezer.

“don’t leave me.” his strong arms wrapped around your torso, pushing his face in between your chest. “toru!” you gasped, trying to push him away.

“i love you so much.. do you know that? bet you don’t.. don’t even have a clue.” satoru mumbled out, leaning up to place a sloppy kiss on your cheek, spreading his nasty blood all over you before you stopped him. “babay...” he pouted, watching as you placed your hands on his chest, preventing him from getting closer. “satoru calm down, you’re not yourself right now. you’ve got no idea what you’re saying.”

“i do.” he groaned. “love youuuu.. sooo much. do you love me too?”

you had spent the past two years believing the crush was one sided, that there would be no way he could ever feel the same way about you too. this wasn’t the way you’d want to confess, so you’ll save it for another day. “i’ll tell you when you’re thinking straight.”

“i’m straight.”

“i’m sure.”

very sorry for the inaccurate representation of getting your wisdom teeth removed. i haven’t gotten mine out yet. i’m scared.

Toru (20) has been eyeing you ever since his brother, Satoru (20), introduced you to him. How could a pretty girl such as yourself end up with a good for nothing boy? Now, don’t get Toru wrong, he loves his brother (most of the time) but, Satoru has never taken his future seriously. He preferred to party all night instead of studying for an important test. Because he claimed “it isn’t that deep. Just live your life.”

Unlike you.

Toru has seen the way you tire yourself out in the library. You had to force your eyes to stay open, reading multiple books stacked on your desk and worksheets spread out with neat notes you had taken in class. In a way, Toru was like you.

You took college seriously, and you actually cared for your education.

So he asks himself again, what did you see in Satoru? Well yeah, he had the looks and all. But that’s about it.

“Oh, we broke up.” Satoru casually said as he tied together the two elastic bands attached to the trash bag. Toru’s eyes widened. “W-what? Why? You guys looked so well together!” That was obviously a lie, but there was no way he’d show his excitement at the sudden breakup.

“We just didn’t match each other that well. Thought it’d be like, opposites attract or some shit, but nah.” Satoru scratched the back of his neck with his free hand. He was clearly bothered with the still sensitive topic. Regardless of the mutual agreement to break up, Satoru genuinely liked you. You were both pretty and smart and best of all, you saw past the ‘party animal’ and understood him.

Until you eventually decided it was best to break things off. “So..” Toru dragged out the ‘o’, tapping his hands on the kitchen table. “What happened?”

“She thought I was holding her back, which I probably was. And I want what’s best for her..” He quietly said before leaving to throw out the trash. Toru sat in silence after the door clicked behind his twin. Sure he felt horrible, but fuck, he wanted you too.

Toru never told his brother that he’s been eyeing you since the start of the semester, nor the way he’s been fantasizing about you.

He loved your eyes, wanting to be the one to make them roll behind as he slammed his pulsing cock into you. Or the way he’d daydream in class about ripping off your top to suck on your tits. The thought alone made his jeans begin to feel tight.

Toru’s back straightened when his brother walked back in. “I’m gonna go out, mind doing the dishes tonight?” Satoru asked, already going over to his room to grab his jacket. “Oh, sure. You going to a party?”

“Where else? Need to get my mind off things.”

Perfect. Toru had already planned to spend his whole afternoon jerking off to your posts on instagram. He prayed you weren’t the type to completely delete everything after a breakup.

“See ya.” Satoru threw a peace sign as a goodbye.