jeez

In your freshman year you somehow in your bravery managed to worm your way into being the fraternity sweetheart of roar omega roar (sato’s fraternity) just to get a little closer to him. Yes, being frat sweetheart meant you had to watch him take a new girl up to his room all day, wash his dirty laundry and pick up his old dishes after him, but you convinced yourself that these little things will only bring you closer to him. You memorized his class schedule so you knew when to wake him up, you memorized his coffee order, even the schedule of all of his football games so you always knew when to bring the water bottle that he so often forgets down to the field for him. 

After all this he has to notice you right?? right?? What you clearly havent noticed until this morning is how low your grades have dropped since this “obsession” of yours had started.

“no fucking way” you gasped, gaping down at your computer after opening the gradebook for the first time in what has to have been a month. 

“how the hell am I failing intro to philosophy?”

your roommate wheels her chair over to your desk and peeks over your shoulder to examine your grades as well.

“maybe because you haven’t gone to lecture in weeks?” 

“oh spare me” you retort weekly “there is simply no way i’m failing philosophy of all classes.” you check down at your gradebook again. “holy shit.. I’m failing flower power?? thats supposed to be my easy A class!!”

“again.. no work in 3 weeks” your roommate adds starkly.

“I- I just dont understand!! How have I been so distracted!!?”

Your roommate just stares at you in response and you already know the answer. 

“okay well what do I do to get my grades back UP because whats done is done.”

“you hire a tutor.. obviously” your roommates so mean why do you take this.

“can you maybe pretty please find me a tutor?? i need to email all my teachers and totally cram! I’ll pay you back, cross my heart”

“Whatever”

You do good in trusting your roommate to find you a tutor because she’s super quick with it. She gives you his office hours, hall name, and room number, then she sets you off to recover your grades. 

You can’t help but want to put the blame for your grades on Sato, but you know it’s literally all your fault for letting a boy who doesn’t even acknowledge you get all in your head like this. 

When you finally find the room your roommate led you to you find yourself positively struck and dumbfounded. Its sato?? But no, its not he looks well read (no offense to sato) and he looks educated? dapper? Like sato but smart! Woah. 

The man finally looks up at you from his computer in a way that makes your heart drop slightly. Are your hands sweaty? Jesus.

“Are you here for intro to philosophy review?” he asks. His voice even sounds like sato’s.

For a moment you can only blink in response. Youre still trying to figure out if youve accidentally walked into an alternate universe while trying to find your tutoring session.

“Yeah, I am” you finally respond after way too long of silence. 

“Awesome. You can sit down here” he pulls out a chair right next to him and he indicates you to sit down and of course you comply. 

Eventually after having been tutored by him for a few weeks your grades finally went up! yay! Slowly youve noticed that you haven’t been worried nearly as much about the actions and whereabouts of sato and your sights and worries have been fixated on his much smarter twin, toru. Slowly throughout your lessons with him youve found yourself disregarding lessons and engaging in smalltalk with toru. He’d ask for your favorite tv shows, favorite foods and everything the like. Eventually he invited you to his dorm to enjoy your favorite shows, snacks etc. and you were beyond ecstatic to see in the room, thus the mind of your nerdy friend so you agree to join him friday night, whittger hall, 8pm (post honors government lecture(what a plebian)). You found your way to his dorm via the find my app on your phone and upon knocking on the door you’re greeted with an excited face and a half hug.

“Youre finally here! Thought you’d never make it.” he teased.

“It’s 8:04 toru.” you rermarked.

“on time is five minutes early!” what the hell is this dude on about?

ugh skip the filler

youve been sitting on his bed surrounded by pokemon and spiderman posters for so long and you dont know how much longer you can take this for. You figure if he’s never gonna make a move you have to take initiative. so initiative you take. 

“Toru this movie is fucking boring”

“Wha- but you said this was like your favorite movie!!”

“I lied. Okay? I don’t care about street fighters as a video game! why would I like it as a movie?”

“Well.. then. What would you rather do instea-”

Before he could even finish you grab him by the back of his head and finally pull him into a kiss. His hands immediately moved away from his sides, one gripping your waist, the other holding tightly onto your thigh. Youve hardly even touched him at all and he’s already lightly whimpering into your mouth. His glasses are already fogging up and sliding precariously down his nose bridge. When, through your kisses he reaches up to push his glasses back up, you take your chance to reach down to his pants and unbuckle his belt.

“W-wait.. fuck I’ve never actually..” he breathed out coursely through his teeth. You ignore his complaints and kiss him again, now having removed his belt and making your way towards his pant zipper. 

“shut up” you reply to him. shifting your mouth’s attention from his lips to his neck and finally having done away with his pants. 

his breath hitches sharply the moment your lips latch onto the sensitive skin of his neck. You’re unrelenting, sucking a dark mark onto his pale throat reveling in the way his hips jerk up helplessly against you. "Jesus—fuck,". He’s so needy for you and he’s finally showing it. You palm his embarrassingly hard erection through the underwear that you left him in. He practically chokes on a moan when your hand presses against the stiff outline of his cock, the friction through the thin fabric making his whole body jerk violently. His head thumps back against his pillow as you push him down to straddle his lap. glasses sliding down his nose as his hips shamelessly buck up into your palm, seeking more friction. "God— p-please don’t tease me like this,". 

“Then what do you want toru?” Tell me what you want” 

"Mmph-fuck. I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you so bad." He pants it out instantly, abandoning any remaining dignity. His hips jerk rhythmically against your palm, his pathetic desperation completely overriding his usual arrogance. "Please. Please let me fuck you." He's actually begging, flushed red and practically trembling. "I- I need it." 

With his spoken consent, you guide his hands to your own pants so he can help you do away with them. Satoru’s hands move with frantic, clumsy urgency, his coordination completely shot by his desperation. He fumbles with the button and zipper of your pants, his fingers trembling so badly that he nearly tears the fabric trying to get them down. Once he finally manages to shimmy them past your hips, he doesn't even bother taking them off your ankles properly, too focused on the exposed skin. “Can I touch you? Please? I just want to feel you.” he asks through sporadic breaths. You nod at him to give the green light he so desperately needs. "Fuck, thank you" he stammers out, his face flushing impossibly darker. His trembling hands move between your thighs, fingers awkwardly seeking your entrance. He hesitates for a split second before rubbing his fingertips over your slick folds, gathering your wetness. "Just..mhph… youre so fucking wet right now" He looks back up at you for a sense of comformation that he’s doing this right. His breath hitches as he inserts a finger slowly, his eyes widening when he feels the warmth and slickness engulfing him. He's so careful, tentative, like he's about to break something precious. His hand trembles on your hip, holding steady as he begins a slow, cautious curl.

"You're wet,"

“You already said that”

“I wanted to say it again”

“Shut up.. youre doing good” you choke out between moans.

"Okay, okay, fuck-" His brain melts instantly at your praise, immediately slipping a second finger alongside the first. He stretches you carefully, pumping them in and out with that adorable, awkward determination. his face is burning red. He has absolutely zero experience, but he's following your lead religiously. "Like this? Right?"

“..mhm just like that” your mind is going blank at his fingers alone.. you start to wonder if you should fear for how his cock may feel. His thumb tentatively brushes against your clit, still unsure of what it does but feeling how your hips buck into his hand. Your reaction, the whimpers, only makes him more feral. His cock twitches violently in his soaked underwear, leaking onto his stomach. 

“Toru stop stop!” you suddenly exclaimed. Beads of sweat drip down your forehead as you reconnect your eye contact to him. 

Satoru freezes, fingers buried knuckle-deep inside you. "W-what? What'd I do wrong?" He looks absolutely mortified that he might have messed up, hands still trembling between your legs.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong, I just- I want you to fuck me properly now. The relief washes over him instantly, replaced by a look of utter, shell-shocked arousal. His fingers slip out of you, and his hand shakes violently as he hooks his thumbs into his waistband, practically ripping his underwear down his legs. His cock slaps up against his stomach, thick and flushed an angry red, the tip leaking copiously.

"O-okay. Properly." You’re immediately shocked by the size of his cock and perplexed by the question of whether or not you can take it all. Satoru’s eyes are locked onto your face, watching your reaction with wide, anxious eyes. He wraps a hand around the base of his dick, squeezing it like it’s a lifeline. It’s enormous like, really enormous and the veins running along its length pulse visibly. You line yourself up with him anxiously and prepare to sink down while you pull him in for a kiss. He kisses you back with frantic, messy desperation, all teeth and tongue and panting breaths, his hands trembling as they grip your waist to steady you. You sink down slowly, inch by thick, overwhelming inch, your walls forced to stretch around the sheer size of him. The sheer fullness makes your head spin, a broken moan catching in your throat against his lips. You moan into his mouth but he beats you to it. He’s already whimpering sporadically and just your sinking down onto him.

He’s practically falling apart beneath you, his entire body trembling violently as you take him inch by overwhelming inch. He breaks the kiss to gasp, a high, broken whine tearing from his throat as his head falls back against the couch cushions, his eyes rolling behind his fogged-up glasses.

"Fuck-fuck, you're tight-hah-" what does he know about tight? fucking virgin. You raise your hips to thrust down on him again and continue to take his full length. Satoru's words come out in stuttering, broken gasps as you continue to sink down onto him, his cock disappearing inch by agonizing inch inside your tight heat. "Y-you feel so good-fuck-I can't-your pussy is so perfect-ah! Ah!"

“Youre gonna cum so fucking fast arent you?” you ask him almost condescendingly. "H-holy shit-" He practically chokes on the words, his entire face turning a violently deep crimson. The question humiliates him and makes him impossibly harder at the same time. He's absolutely pathetic, trembling violently underneath you. "YES-fuck, yes, I'm gonna cum so fast-I'm literally gonna fucking ngh-" He admits it shamelessly, borderline crying. You bounce on him even more relentlessly now. Tears are threatening to fall from his eyes by now. “I-I’m soo fucking close ri-ngh right now. Please where can I cum” By now your mind is nearly as blurry as his is. “Just.. inside, inside”

His brain shorts out. He was already hanging by a thread, and you just cut it. His cock throbbed visibly, leaking precum down onto his stomach with every bounce. "I'm-I'm gonna-fuck, I'm gonna cum so hard inside you-"

“Do it Toru” His eyes roll completely back into his head, his mouth falling open in a silent scream as his hips slam up one last time. The orgasm tears through him like a lightning strike, his whole body seizing violently as he pumps thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside you. He’s sobbing, absolutely ruined, his fingers digging into your thighs hard enough to bruise. Feeling his hot release flood your insides triggers your own climax instantly. Your pussy clenches viciously around his spurting cock, your walls milking him for everything he’s worth as you ride out your high. Your vision whites out, thighs trembling violently as your orgasm crashes over you, drawing a broken, raw moan from your throat while he fills you to the brim. He's completely collapsed back against the bed, utterly boneless and gasping like he just ran a marathon. His eyes are unfocused, mouth slack, glasses crooked and fogged up completely. He can barely form words, just making weak, pathetic little sounds while his cock continues to twitch inside you, pulsing out the last few drops. 

"...d-did I...do good...?"

“You can’t come to these parties every week and just do jack shit. It's getting repetitivee.” Your friends hiss.

You can’t find the words to explain to them that the only chance you have at catching a glance of Choso is at these stupid parties.

You’re not even sure if he takes classes here. All you know is he’s gorgeous. And that the frat president of Sigma Nu buys his ‘party supplies’ from him exclusively. 

You caught his attention slightly about a week ago when you figured the best way to snag his attention was to taste-test his inventory. Weed brownies are normally gross and bland but, ‘it’s for the cause, ’ you told yourself, and promptly scarfed down three of them. The intake of weed seemingly gave you the courage to approach him.

“Didd you make these yourself??” you slurred out.

He responded with a chuckle and a grin, followed by

“How many did you eat?” 

“Like threee?” you smiled, proud of yourself.

“Bad idea,” and he promptly walked away, leaving you with nothing but your newfound high.

You don’t remember anything else from that night. Thank god

Today would be different. Not only will you speak to him completely sober, but he’ll talk to you. Your eyes scan the party from Sigma Nu’s kitchen counter. Your friends have left you by now because they're sick of waiting around with you. 

There he is. And he’s never looked better. His eyes are just exhausted. If he doesn’t have time in his day to sleep, when does he get the time to go to the gym?? 

After way too long of staring, his eyes finally meet yours. His face contorts into a sort of smile? Maybe he remembers you? That's embarrassing. 

You turn back around to avoid staring like a freak, and when you finally look back in his direction, he’s... gone? 

“You aren’t looking for more brownies, are you?” a voice behind you asks. You whip your head around to face the source of the voice, and there he is.

“They're like really bad for you in mass,” he quips almost nervously

“No.. I only ate all those to impress you,” you blurted out and almost immediately cursed yourself for it. Why would you admit that?

“For..me??” his slight smile shifts into a face of worry. “I don’t remember putting you up to that, I swear.”

“Oh no, I meant I thought if I ate all those you’d think I’m cool and I don't know.. hang out with me?”

“oh. Well technically… i did hang out with you then.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You practically passed out in my arms. I watched you, though, don't worry.”

Holy shit. The entire night that you don’t remember was spent with the absolute love of your life?? What sort of sick joke is this?

“I’m so sorry! I had no ideaa I’m beyond embarrassed.”

“Don't worry about it. I thought it was… cute.”

“Well, I’ll have to repay you somehow, right? For taking care of me?”

The cleanest ally oop in history.

“Repay me? What do you mean?”

And that's how you ended up upstairs in whoever the hell’s frat lodging. 

Choso had both of his strong hands on either side of your waist. Leaning down to your level, allowing you to kiss him comfortably. He’s panting like a dog in your mouth while pushing you gently onto the bed behind you. His body finally mounted on top of yours on top of the silk sheets. He’s biting and sucking at your lips like a man starved. You’ve been doing nothing but kissing for so long that you finally grow restless.

You move your hand down to finally palm his already entirely hard cock. You're met with a deep groan into a whimper.

“f-fuck touch me like that again? pplease?” his teeth are gritted, and his eyes are just screwed tight. 

“look at me,” you tell him softly, urging him to open his eyes. He obeys almost immediately, opening his tired eyes to meet yours. Yo say less.

You take his obvious moment of vulnerability and use it to flip him over, leaving him underneath you. You straddle his hips and lean in to kiss him underneath you. One of his hands goes to grab your ribcage while the other hand palms your clothed waist. You slowly grind down on his waist, which results in a hiss through his gritted teeth.

Both his hands now start tugging on the bottom of your shirt.

“can I take this off you?” You never would have said no to him anyway, but the pleading look in his eyes made you think you’d say yes to anything he asked you ever. 

“mhm,” you reply softly

Once he’s removed your shirt, you reach down for the hem of his pants. He gasps at just your touch by the hem of his sweat pants. 

Every time you look up at him, he’s staring back, almost as if he hasn’t closed his eyes since you told him to open them. You free him from his constricting sweatpants, and you take his boxers down with them. You do the same to yourself, throwing your pants as well as your panties, who knows where.

When you look back up, Choso has his hand covering his mouth, biting down on the side of one of his fingers to silence his own sounds. 

You move his hand away from his mouth to free his whimpers, and you line your entrance up with his now twitching cock.

“haaah- fuck- please don’t tease me, I need to be inside you.” 

You follow his request and lower yourself down, taking all of him. Choso’s back immediately arches up off the bed; you gasp, sure, but gasps underneath you. 

You move your hands that had been at his shoulders up to his neck and slowly apply pressure right where his adams apple had been bobbing just seconds before. 

His hands guide you up and down on his thick cock as best they can before letting you lead completely.

Meeting his eyes again, you see tears slowly welling up in his pretty eyes. 

“tell me if this isn’t okay,” you assure him

“n-no this is p-perfect, you're perfect,” he blurts out clumsily through his panting and through his tears.

“fuck i- mmh” he blurts out. You can feel his cock twitching inside of you. 

“you're that close to cumming already?” You lean down closer to ask him. He’s beginning to thrust into you sporadically, instead of letting you have full control. 

“y-yes please.. can I -mmh- fuck let me cum? pleaasee” 

“where do you wanna cum, choso?”

“I-inside, please.. I wan- i need to fill you up.” 

You don't even get a full chance to fully say yes to him when he grabs your body, hugging you close to him while he groans gruffly into your ear, and finishes inside you.

who woulda guessed?

Hiromi Higuruma had already been on the 9 pm train for half an hour, on his usual daily commute. He considered falling asleep on the train, but quickly deduced that falling asleep would cause him to miss his stop - then he wouldn’t get to see you. It hadn’t helped that he hadn’t seen you in weeks; it also hadn’t helped that you kept sending him pictures of yourself in the lingerie sets you bought with his card. 

On the other hand, on the same train, lingered equally tired Kento Nanami. Going from an office job to fighting curses and back is no easy task; in fact, it’s torture. Even more torturous, though, is the lingering fact that his pretty girlfriend is somewhere waiting for him. He doesn’t get to see you often, so when he does, he likes to make it count. He grabbed flowers from the only open shop left on the way to the station to bring back to your apartment. 

After having stood for however long now the train had been on its way, too seats finally opened up, leaving space for both the men to sit down next to each other, setting down their identical brown briefcases. 

Finally arriving at their stop, Higuruma stood up and went to grab his briefcase and inadvertently grabbed Nanami’s in his tiredness, only to be met by a tug on the bottom of his suit.

“hm?” Higuruma just hardly managed to mutter out through his teeth.

“you uh.. That’s my suitcase,” Nanami replied calmly, understanding the simple mistake.

“I can’t believe myself today, my goodness.” Higuruma switched the bags back out with a sigh and a slight smile.

“Long day?” Nanami asked

“The longest” 

“I get it.”

 The doors finally opened, ending this awkward conversation, and both men went their separate ways. Until they met at the same crosswalk. Walked in the same direction for two more blocks? Stopped at the same apartment complex? 

‘Does he live here? What a coincidence’ thought Nanami

Higuruma simply tried to ignore the man while entering the apartment complex and heading into the elevator. To his utter dismay, the man had entered right behind him.

‘I should have taken the stairs, ’ Higuruma thought to himself. 

“What floor?” Hirguruma asked, going to press on floor six.

“Sixth floor, please,” Nanami replied. 

‘This is one of the most absurd coincidences ever,’ Higuruma thought, pressing the button of the floor they’ll both be on.

Both men stepped out hastily, almost as if they were racing each other. Nanami had quickly located the room number he was aiming for and knocked loudly. And Higuruma approached what seemed to be the same room? Did he have the wrong room? No, he’s sure he doesn’t. Had you moved? That's impossible.

“What’s going on?” Higuruma muttered loudly enough to catch equally confused Nanami’s attention.

You heard the knocking and skipped giddily over to the door. You had been expecting someone over. You open the door expectantly and to your surprise..

“Nanam.!-. Higurama?” Both men are towering over, Nanami’s hands on his hips, and Higuruma leaning on the doorframe, staring at you with expressions you can’t read. Anger? Confusion? Sadness? All of the above?

“What is this?” Nanami asks, gesturing towards the other man leaning in your doorframe. 

You’re strapped for excuses and utterly flustered. You’ve never asked both of them over on the same day before. How did this manage to slip your mind? 

The two men looked at you, then at each other, then finally, back at you. They obviously both wanted an explanation. But what could you even say? After way too long a period of silence, and no ideas coming to mind, you decided to tell the truth.

“I hadn’t realized that I invited you both over- I’m so sorry, I just-” you frantically blurted out, only to be interrupted by 

“Save it,” Nanami blurted out, cutting you off, tossing the flowers he bought for you, and turning to walk off, only to be stopped by a tug on his dress shirt. 

“Isn’t that disgusting? Her inviting us both over, I mean,” Higuruma quipped. Was he shaming you? As if you're not already embarrassed enough.

“That’s the reason I’m taking my leave,” Nanami responded

“And you think that’s enough?”

“I don’t understand.”

“She embarrassed us, should we not embarrass her back” (what am I writing, bro im livid)

Nanami's expression swiftly changed at the suggestion. Both men then walked in through your door, pushing you backwards as a result.

“You guys aren’t mad at me?” you asked hopefully.

“How could anyone stay mad at you?” Higuruma replied.

Before you could process what was going on, Higuruma had made his way behind you, slowly pressing soft kisses onto your neck while Nanami closed your front door behind him. When the door behind him is finally locked, he encapsulates you with another kiss. He’s usually sweet and soft when he kisses you, but this was different; this was aggressive.  His tongue shoved into your mouth as the man behind you’s kisses on your neck began to shift into bites.

Both men methodically pushed you onto the grey couch that they both individually know very well. Your heavy breaths turned into shallow moans that got swallowed into Nanami’s mouth. All three of you are sitting up, Higuruma’s behind you, while Nanami’s in front of you still. Nanami’s head moves down from your lips to the opposite side of your neck, where Higuruma is still biting and marking. Nanami’s hand slipped down to the buttons of your jeans to undo them, and took them off swiftly, pressing his fingers to the now dampened part of your dusty blue thong.

“You like this? Having both of us?” Nanami asks, moving your thong to the side and slowly rubbing his fingers around your already soaking entrance, creating the most lewd sounds.

“You can hear how fucking wet for us she is, what a slut.” Higuruma chuckles behind you, palming his own boner through his dress pants, with his head resting in the crook of your neck. 

“Nanami..” you start, finally getting tired of his teasing.

The man just looks at you, expecting you to complete your request.

“Please,” you utter through your pants. You try to lean forward to kiss him, but he pulls back.

“Use your words.” He commands sternly. (dude, I hate this)

“Please.. finger me, Nanami,” you finally request. 

His fingers finally push us deeper than where he had been teasing you, resulting in a deep gasp. Higuruma had pushed his free hand under your shirt to find your breast and squeezed like a needoh(?), his mouth made its way down to your shoulder and bit down aggressively, causing you to inadvertently bite down on Nanami’s tongue.

“Damn,” Nanami said, cupping his face, his tongue now tasting like metal from the small amount of blood you drew from biting him. You felt physically empty without him inside of you, but that only lasted for a second. Higuruma cupped your face from behind, forcing you to face him. You immediately expected him to kiss you like he usually would, but seeing your face lean in made him draw back. 

“No..” Higuruma tuts, finally lowering his hands to unbuckle his belt.

“Help me with this.” He gestures towards his belt, and you successfully remove his belt and pants. He’s finally left in his boxers; his bulge is prominent. He looks at you expectingly as you pull his boxers off and watch his cock spring out. You hear Nanami unbuckling his belt behind you.  

You lean down towards Higuruma's cock and softly lick the tip.

“Lick it.” Higuruma commands.

As you prepare to wet his cock you feel Nanami’s bulge press against your entrance, making you gasp around Higuruma's cock. His impatience with you is obvious; he grabs a wad of your hair and pushes your head down, forcing you to take his length. He thrusts his hips upwards, only making you tear up. 

You feel Nanami’s length behind you, slowly pushing into you, making you moan around Higuruma's length. Nanami thrusts into you, not sporadically like Higurumas thrusts, but calculated.

“I feel you clenching around me,” Nanami groans. 

“You're soo close so quickly because you're taking us both, aren’t you?” Higuruma asks, “Which one of us did you expect when you opened the door?”

You try to choke out an answer, but your mouths so full that only incoherent noises come out.

Nanami groans loudly through gritted teeth. 

He couldn’t announce it; all he could do was hold onto you and grunt. You grabbed onto Higuruma's thigh, bracing yourself as you got flooded with Nanami’s thick juices, coating your insides. 

Higuruma’s hand stayed on the back of your head.

“I want you to catch all of it,” Higuruma groaned, releasing your head and holding the nearest part of the couch he could. His head is thrown back, and his groans have turned into whimpers. Ropes rapidly begin to shoot out through his cock.

“D-don't swallow,” He manages to get out through his broken moans. You obey and make sure not to spill a drop.

Higuruma pulls your face up as if to inspect it, making sure you didn’t miss anything. He turns your head around to face Nanami.

“Kiss him,” Higuruma commands. You lean in to kiss him as you’re told and kiss Nanami, consequently sloshing Higuruma’s juices between both of your mouths. Nanami finally pulls away from the kiss, panting. He leans in beyond you, and you follow him with your eyes. To your shock, he pulls Higuruma into a separate kiss. 

The men grab each other hungrily, sharing more of Higuruma’s juices in between the two.