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Call me the strongest because I volunteer

AT. THE. SAME. DAM. TIME. 😜😏✨

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“YO! If you’re not a brother or fucking a brother, then get out!” Satoru Gojo yells, stood wonkily on a table sticky with beer and tipped over red silo cups. Drunk frat bros laugh and record as the table folds into two, and Gojo goes down with it.

You, however, aren’t there to see it happen -or get kicked out by Nanami- because you’re all too busy falling into the latter category.

No, you’re too busy being pummelled face first into the mattress of Ryomen Sukuna’s bedroom.

“Shit, relax- s’jus’ me, no need to be so tight, woman.” Sukuna grunts out through gritted teeth. The voice comes from behind you, a large splayed palm resting on the curve of your back to force your spine into a delicious arch.

You huff. “S’not-ah!- my fault you’re so big, Ryo-ow!” The sharp smack of his hand colliding with your ass echoes embarrassingly around the room, and the imprint stings. “What the fuck is your p-problem?”

You can’t see him, but you can picture him. You can picture the smug, shit eating grin plastered across his annoyingly gorgeous face as he watches your ass smack back against his pelvis while his dick carves out space inside you.

“I-hck- I know you’re looking, perv.”

“Yeah? So what?” He throws back, and you can see clearly in your mind the way a hand comes up to nonchalantly push locks of coral hair from his eyes. “I can’t look at you now? You gonna kick me out?” He snickers. “Because as far as I’m concerned this is my bedroom, and it’s my dick that’s fucking you so good right now.”

“I could l-leave.” You both know you’re lying through your teeth- as if you’d leave midway, as if he’d let you. You both treasure the time after sex as much as the orgasms that precede it, no matter how much he denies it.

Palms grip your hips and knead the flesh thoughtfully. “Would you? Go on then, get off me.” And then, Sukuna- the asshole he is- stops moving completely. He just stays inside you, hips flush to your ass while his cock twitches inside.

A high pitched, borderline petulant whine tears its way from your greedy throat. “No- no, no I didn’t mean it, move, move-“

“But I thought you were just so-“ smack. “eager to-“ smack. “leave?” Your body shudders, ripples under the force of his vicious hits. Your hips are getting ravenous, moving on their own for any friction they can find; but it doesn’t work.

“Say pleaseeeee, and I’ll think about it, brat.”

You sigh, shove your face further into the sheets, and groan. “Please move?”

“That’s it!” He laughs, tinged with patronisation, but you don’t care. Mainly because you can’t even think with how hard he’s suddenly banging into you; the jagged vein decorating the underside of his deliciously thickening cock brushes past and sends zips of electricity through your mosh sensitive spots.

He can feel you wrapped around him, and as much as he’ll never admit it you drive him insane. Ryomen Sukuna claims to be levels of intellect above his fellow frat brothers (he definitely isn’t, Nanami probably takes that title fair and square) but his brain is fuzzy.

Every drag of his painfully hard dick through your velvety, soft, saturated walls has him fighting not to double over and cum like an inexperienced teenager.

He can feel you so suffocatingly, pouringly, yieldingly sublime around him and his eyes squeeze shut. Sukuna feels if he keeps looking at your ass, the way it bounces so perfectly and how your pussy swallows him whole he’ll cum.

He’s not alone in his predicament, though- you can feel him, too. His cock is perfectly pumping in and out of you, rubicund tip just glazing the cushy walls of your crying pussy. Your stomach swoops low, and you feel your clit twitch with every pass of his perfect length within you.

Two of your own ravenous fingers slide back to rub your clit messily, slick smearing across your thighs and manicure.

“M’gonna c-cum,” you sob, cunt clenching around Sukuna as he continues barrelling into you from behind. “Oh, m’gonna cum, oh!”

And you do, practically scream into the mattress in a pool of drool. Your hair is ruined, the dress Sukuna specifically asked you to wear lies neglected in a pile of sequins on the floor with your underwear.

White paints your vision, stars bursting in minuscule galaxies behind your eyelids. “Fff-fuck, fuck! Slow d-down!”

Sukuna does not. In fact, it feels like he quickens his pace. He’s avaricious with your body- it’s all his for the taking, and you’d better believe he’s going to use you until you’re a pliable, limbless mess under him. His name comes out in a cracked moan.

“Shit, do that again-“ he groans, hand fisting meanly into your hair to yank your face up. “Oh.” And you’d just made Ryomen Sukuna of all people gape, because you look so incredibly fucked out it actually shocks him.

Shocks him for all of two seconds, before it has him rumbling into you at double the pace; he twitches once, twice, thrice and suddenly there’s strings upon ropes of pearlescent white cum staining you from the inside out.

It spurts out against your cervix erratically, nacreous pendants blossoming in empty hues of white. He overfills you, and watches with heavy red eyes as it drips from your overstuffed hole and forms a small puddle on his sheets.

“Still wanna leave?”

With considerable effort, you shake your head tiredly. He rolls down next to your collapsed body.

“Wanna go downstairs and see if Gojo’s dead yet?”

“No.” The sounds of the party have hummed down now, just the occasional drunken voice and squeaky, muffled moan from another girl hidden in a bathroom across the hall.

“Wanna go join in?”

“Fuck no.”

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a/n: FRAT JJK AU FRAT JJK AU!!! me next who said that

tags: (open)

SNOWING

⋆౨ৎ˚✧ ₊ in which your dealer finds out you’re a girl

ft. Gojo, Geto, Toji, Sukuna, Shiu, Ino

you’re already halfway through applying the face mask when you hear him approach - slow, deliberate steps, like he’s making a point just by walking. you don’t look up.

“don’t say it.”

a beat.

“you look stupid,” sukuna says, deadpan.

you sigh. “and there it is.”

he doesn’t move to leave. just stands there behind the couch until eventually, predictably, he lowers himself onto the cushion beside you with all the subtlety of a wrecking ball.

“what even is that?” he asks, eyeing the jar in your hand like it might explode.

“hydrating mask. it’s for my skin.”

“i have skin.”

“okay?”

“put it on me.”

you blink at him. “what?”

“you said it’s good. so put it on me.”

“you just called it stupid.”

“yeah. now i want it.”

you don’t argue. mostly because you’re too tired, partly because a small part of you thinks this might be his version of asking nicely. so you scoop a bit onto your fingers and shift to face him, settling one leg over his lap for better access.

he doesn’t flinch when your fingers touch his face, but he does scowl.

“cold.”

“that’s how it works.”

“feels weird.”

“you’re weird.”

he doesn’t respond, but you catch the way his eyes soften just slightly. 

you finish applying the mask in careful strokes. he stays still the whole time, watching you through heavy lids, like maybe if he blinks you’ll vanish. or worse, stop touching him.

once you’re done, you lean back, wiping your fingers on a towel.

“fifteen minutes,” you say.

“is that when it starts working or when it becomes permanent damage?”

“you’re so dramatic. you're the one who wanted me to apply it on you so bad..”

he hums, low and lazy. nothing like the sukuna you deal with on the regular.

you grab your phone from the table, flipping to a playlist. he glances sideways when the music starts playing.

“what is that?”

“our playlist.”

“no, it’s not.”

“yes it is. i added you as a collaborator.”

“you did what?”

“sukuna. you added no.1 party anthem last week. don’t play dumb.”

he narrows his eyes, but he doesn’t argue. just tilts his head and listens for a second. then:

“skip this one. i hate it.”

you roll your eyes yet you still skipped it.

the couch creaks slightly as he shifts, one arm sliding behind you on instinct. he doesn’t say much after that. just lets you rest your head on his shoulder, both of you sitting there in the low light, smelling faintly like mint and clay.

fifteen minutes go by, and neither of you move to wash it off.

“stay still,” kento murmurs as he adjusts his tie, phone already pressed to his ear. you’re in his lap, skirt hiked up, panties pushed aside, his cock buried deep inside you, stretching you full as he answers the call. “yes, go ahead,” he says, professional, calm, like you’re not warming his cock.

you try to obey, hands gripping his shoulders, but it’s torture feeling his thickness pulsing inside. your hips twitch, a tiny grind, chasing friction, and a soft whine slips out. nanami’s free hand clamps onto your thigh, warning, his gaze flicking to you. “i said still,” he whispers, barely audible, but the edge in his voice makes you shiver.

you can’t help it. another grind, slower, needier, and you whimper, louder this time. his jaw tightens, and he sets the phone on speaker, muting it briefly. “you’re testing me,” he growls, yanking his tie off in one swift motion. “open.” you do, and he stuffs the silk into your mouth, muffling you. “quiet, or they’ll hear.”

he unmutes the call, resuming like nothing’s wrong, discussing reports while you squirm. the tie tastes faintly of him, and you’re soaking, the urge to move overwhelming. you rock your hips, just a little, and he grunts softly, hand gripping your ass, guiding you to grind slow, controlled, enough to tease but not satisfy. “good,” he mutters under his breath, half to you, half to the call.

the call drags, and you’re trembling, muffled whines barely contained. when it ends, he tosses the phone aside, ripping the tie from your mouth to kiss you hard. “fucking brat,” he pants, lifting you to thrust up, deep and rough. “now you’ll get what you want.”

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont: smut

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

your oaf of a lover, toji fushiguro, lays with his weight all-but crushing you into the couch. what was meant to be a relaxed movie night has somehow ended up with your panties pulled to the side, toji's cock reaching inhuman depths inside of you, and your face wet with his spit.

he won't stop fucking licking you.

"hell you mean 'gross?'" toji squishes your cheeks together, forcing your lips to stick out like you wanna kiss him. "you're the one with my cum all on these pretty lips."

okay, so what if you let him cum in your mouth before sticking his dick in you. and so what if you practically made out with the head of his cock after said blowjob? he was a mess and you're oddly addicted to the taste of his release. it's all that good food you've been bulking him up on. that good food is also why he's so fucking heavy on top of you, and why he's got that extra bit of meat on his bones for you to grab onto while he leans down and licks your lips clean. you ignore the way your pussy tightens around him at the act.

"oh god you're like a dog," you try to turn your head, which turns out to be a mistake when toji licks a stripe up your cheek instead. "down boy. git' off."

"mmm, careful," toji nips at your earlobe. "this dog bites."

you roll your eyes, "this dog begs," you correct him. "and drools."

"you wanna put a collar on me or somethin'?" toji laughs when you clench down around him again. "now shut up and let me taste you."

he catches your lips in this awful sloppy kiss that you're ashamed of enjoying. his tongue rolling over your lips and tracing the row of teeth behind, just to push onwards and try to map every crevice of your mouth in the name of explorative innovation. his hips roll forward into you and, not for the first time since your movie started, toji brings you to a leg-shaking orgasm.

he stills his cock inside of you as he follows you through and cums as well, deep inside of you where he insists it belong, before giving you only a second to catch your breath before meeting your gaze in something that makes you pull a face.

"ew, toji, don't you dare—"

"i'm gonna lick you clean," toji grins, pressing his first gentle kiss of the night to the corner of your lips, before pulling out and trailing his tongue down your neck, chest, stomach... "like a good boy."

"i'm gonna start telling your friends you call yourself a good boy in bed."

toji nips at your thigh, and then delves his practiced tongue between your legs to lick you clean of himself.