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[hanasnx]

after some time i think ive finally figured out a way to make ko-fi work for me.

as you all know i’ve been going through a family tragedy, and i’ve had to take off work to recover as well as be there for the people that lost my sister. my mom has been a wreck, and my sister’s husband and kids are hurting. i’ve been doing what i can to support which means i’ve run out of sick time and bereavement, but in the meantime my job has essentially screwed me over, and it’s looking more and more like i have to take an LOA to keep my position safe until hours free up or i find another job.

if anyone could help me pay for my meals and for gas until my job either frees up or i find another one, i would greatly appreciate it. i’m sorry to ask for help, but my rent payment is coming up and genuinely anything would help me get through this difficult time.

[hanasnx]

" YOU DON'T SEEM TO LIKE IT WHEN WE TALK " — naoya zenin.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: dedicated to @dosiido. WARNINGS: fem reader ノ dom naoya ノ dubcon: coercion ノ sexual content ノ unprotected sex ノ arranged marriage ノ breeding ノ degradation: m + f receiving ノ objectification ノ size difference.

"It helps you're easier on the eyes." NAOYA ZENIN teases, nipping his teeth against the line of your jaw. You're frustrated, and he's exacerbating it deliberately with how leisured his ruts are. Dragging out this experience at a snail's pace, the anger flared in your chest reignites with each detail of his cock sliding against the sensitivity of your walls. Your lips press together, refusing to look him in the eye despite him chasing it.

"You're a pig." you spit. Unfortunately, he chuckles. It's dark, cold, triumphant. You jerk your head away as you feel his body heat near.

"I'd prefer it if you kept that mouth shut. Might get you into some trouble." he replies, and you huff at his threat. Even if it holds truth, you're sure any fate would be better than remaining his wife. He picks himself up on his knees, large hands splay under your hips to raise them from the mattress. "At least try to act like you want it. You're to carry my heir after all, is that not an honor?" he purrs, rubbing salt in the wound as lifts you against your will. Despite your resistance, he bottoms out, his grasp on you tightening to a painful degree—purposefully making you wince. His powerful body flexes with each movement, not a muscle out of place, yet it appears easy. Like you weigh nothing to him, he uses your hole like a fleshlight.

The lack of lube from your disinterest is not a deterrent for him, instead he winds his deft hips in a circle, lodging his dick all up in your sticky insides. It hurts.

You throw your hands down to the mattress at your sides, neck craned from the position he's chosen to put you in with your back fully arched off the bed and your ass in his hands. "Will you just get it over with, Zenin?"

"I'm enjoying myself, aren't you?" your husband's steady pace of ruts annoys you to no end because he's milking it. He's not even close to finishing, and the sooner he does the sooner this will be done, and he knows that. With Naoya, it's not good enough you're practically his property—and his future incubator—but you're entertainment, too. He weaponizes your distaste for him.

You sigh, clawing into the sheets as a way to curb your anger. If you show too much emotion, you know it'll end badly for you. "This is to serve a purpose. Consummate the marriage, make a kid. I don't want to do anything else." you explain, despite knowing the likelihood it'll bury you. "If you could just—"

"You're just saying that."

Brows furrow, exasperatingly puzzled at him. "The hell are you talking about?"

That sickeningly wolfish grin stretches wider on his features. He'd be handsome if he wasn't so evil, if his personality wasn't so putrid, if he didn't disgust you. His canines and ear piercings alike glint in the dull light, like a yokai. "You can't refuse me." he replies easily, as if relaying the weather. Like his dick isn't in you raw, fucking your drying walls with no regard for your comfort or enjoyment or even fulfillment. "If you don't give me what I want, I'll take it from you."

At the prospect of yet another threat—one you're significantly more wary of—you open your mouth to refute, but your incredulousness is cut short by a palm swatting over your gaping trap. A darker, more sinister fire glows in his eyes as he looms over you. "Speak again, and the clan'll wonder why my brand new wife is tongueless." Your fear shows on your face visible under the large surface area of his hand, swallowing hard. "Make yourself useful and lie there."

@HANASNX 2024 | do not copy, plagiarize, or steal.

[hanasnx]

“NO ONE HAS TO KNOW.” — satoru gojo.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: reference. for my mutual @dosiido. WARNINGS: infidelity | explicit sexual content | established relationship | p in v | fem reader | dom satoru | clit play | exhibitionism | light choking.

"Dunno what you're being so uptight about, s'not like he's around." SATORU GOJO reasons, advancing on you casually until you raise a hand to halt him. Instead, he surges, making sure your palm lays on his chest. It’s rigid, toned under your touch and your lips part at the sight just as his curl. You break from your trance with a shake of your head, backing up to turn on your heel.

“I don’t want to talk about this with you, Gojo, it’s not appropriate.” you hiss under your breath around your shoulder, as if stooping your head will keep your volume lower.

Easily, as if you’re nothing, his hand reaches out to clasp your upper arm, stopping you in your tracks. You give it one yank, but it only serves to put a sting in your socket. He’s indomitable when he wants something done. “I don’t believe that.” he objects, his decibel unaltered, seemingly uninterested in whoever listens in. “You just don’t want to be seen with me. Not after what happened the last time.” He peers at you over his black sunglasses, a wolfish grin spreading onto his expression, cheeky and arrogant.

You stamp your foot, pressing your lips into a thin line when you huff through your nose. An unwilling concede is reached, so he releases you with an air of flair only his unserious self is capable of. With a quick scan of your surroundings, you check for anyone that might be eavesdropping before you decide you need a more private environment. Roughly, you escort him to a cleaning closet with your hand fisted in his clothes, opening the door for him to motion him inside. With a snicker, and a straighten of his jacket, he follows your direction, leisurely entering the dark closet. The door shuts louder than you meant it to, but you can’t stop your momentum, reaching behind you to turn the light on.

An accusing finger points to Gojo, seething through your teeth, “This is nothing like the last time, let me make that clear. What we did can’t happen again, and I don’t understand why you can’t get it through your thick skull—“

“Oh, will you just relax?” he coos, pulling a hand from his pocket to slither aside you, drawing him closer into your atmosphere as he casually shuts the light back off.

You’re interrupted, and you gasp in disbelief at him, promptly facing the switch to resume the light. Being tucked away into some dark corner with him is—at the very least—dangerous, considering your track record of total lack of self-control. “Satoru! This is serious.” you hiss, whirling around to him to find that he’s much closer than before. Inches away from you, towering over you, his smile is mesmerizing and his scent is fuzzying your brain.

“Why? You afraid of what you might do?” he goads, amused, like this is a game. He stoops to meet your eye level, his nose narrowly missing yours so your arch away. “C’mon, pretty, don’t tell me you haven’t been thinking about it.” Those sultry words make you gulp, traveling a powerful shiver down your spine at the remembrance of what it felt like the last time. He’s much bigger than your boyfriend, in every sense of the word. Caged between his arm, body, and the tiny space of the closet you’ve trapped yourself in, the light shuts off again with a click, drowning the two of you in darkness once more. You can only hear your breaths. “You called me ‘Satoru.’” he remarks, but his tone has shifted. It’s quiet, and serious. An observation made not at your expense, but coolly and pleasantly surprised about hearing it again from your lips. Nimble fingers brush a lock of your hair behind your ear, tracing the shell of it and you flinch. You can feel his warm exhale against your nose, warning you of his proximity.

“That’s your name.” you reply in an attempt to steel yourself and break the tension you feel in your chest. You don’t want to leave, but you know you should. You have a boyfriend, you shouldn’t be alone in the dark with someone you’ve been unfaithful with before.

“Aren’t you mad at me?” he whispers, and you swear you felt the lightest brush of his lips against yours as he spoke. Ever since you two almost got caught, you’ve been keeping him at arm’s length, calling him formally to give everyone around you the idea that you and Satoru Gojo are not close, despite the rumors. It killed him.

“Last time…”

“This won’t be like last time.” he’s quick to assure you, but it betrays the sense he’s already decided what this meeting entails. You don’t trust him, but your desire outweighs it. Those hands find your hips, your skin on fire from his touch as he presses you into him to show you the physical manifestation of his yearning. Hard and outlined in his pants you gasp at the familiar feeling. "No one knows we're in here, no one has to know, we could be in and out." The innuendo is heavy, thick in the air as your cautious hands on his chest that previously kept him from going too far now relax.

It doesn't take long at all before you're back exactly where you don't wanna be—where you know it's stupid to stay. Every time you're alone with Satoru Gojo, he persuades you into situations that fit his best interests, proving that by plowing into you from behind, his strong hand tucked into the crook of your knee to lift your leg clear off the ground. You steady yourself on the shelving of the small closet, whimpering through your nose as he makes you fit his best interests. Long pale cock drives into you at a pace with a dangerous volume, and he doesn't seem to care about the grunts of pleasure that emit from his open mouth.

"Gojo... keep it down—!" you chide, your tits jumping from a sharp buck meant to chastise you.

"S'not my name." he growls, and you squeeze your eyes shut from the new pain of his tip slamming against your cervix. He grabs your waist, yanking you back as he lifts his forearm, sliding your knee into the crook of his elbow as he raises you to your toes, using the leverage of gravity to slam you down onto his cock hard. A choked sound of discomfort escapes your throat, as well as the snapping of skin on skin as your ass ripples from each contact. "Say it right." he tells you, and there's a level of upset to his winded tone, husky from his efforts yet hurt.

"S..." you begin, exhaling as you throw your head back. The new angle as your pussy squealing obscenely, slick coating your inner thighs as a cock other than your boyfriend's ravages your insides. "Satoru..." you manage. Against your expectations, he doesn't let up in pace, but makes up for it by dropping your leg, hooking his arm around your shoulders instead to press your back to his chest. It's uncharacteristically intimate, his breath on your cheek as your neck is nestled comfortably between his forearm and bicep.

"Who makes you feel this good, 'uh?" The lack of ventilation in this closet makes the air hot and skin tacky, sticking together as he talks shit in your ear.

"Satoru... Satoru does..." you confess through sounds of strain, and when you hear talking on the other side of the door your hands reach back to claw at the bones in his hip. Anything to signal to him to let up, quiet down, or stop so you're not discovered.

He snickers. A mean spirited sound as he holds you close to him. His hand creeps between your legs. "You afraid of getting caught again? You know it makes you close up?" he muses as his middle finger follows the divot in your vulva, sliding through the crest of your slit. "Too tight, let me fix that." The pad of that finger kisses your clit and you gasp, but he's quick to cover your mouth with his bicep, wrapping his arm around your head. "What if I made you cum right here? Would that be so bad...?" he thinks out loud while you have no room to object, eyes fluttering as two fingers roll over your clit, creating a sensation you sorely needed. The coil in your stomach tightens while your hole loosen and accommodates his formidable size. "You think it's your boytoy? Come to look for you? You think he'd even recognize the sound of his girl's moan when she cums? Dunno, sweet thing, if he were so good at it you wouldn't have come lookin' for me."

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

TOJI FUSHIGURO hitting it from the back is nothing short of violent. He makes a mess of your insides with little regard for your pain tolerance, especially when he notices how much higher you squirt when he’s being a pig. Your little pussy learns to take a beating, and your self-esteem takes a backseat to every cruelty Toji’s capable of. Might as well be checking off a human rights violation bingo chart when you’re fucking Toji.

After a booty call with him, you need a day of recovery. Hydrate, recuperate, and plenty of rest—as if you’re getting over the flu. But you can’t help it, you’re addicted. Especially when he treats you like less than trash, no better than the dirt under his feet, but fuck if it didn’t turn you into a fountain.

Doggy style is one of his favorites, but he puts a particularly tyrannical spin on the position that makes your body ache every time you remember it. He can't help it, something about resting his foot on the back of your head to stretch and twist your pretty little spine while he's plowing your insides makes his dick swell.

[hanasnx]

do you think toji would do the derek luh braid move?

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: i’ll literally fucking kill you with my bare hands ro. holy fuck. reference. WARNINGS: fem bratty reader | established relationship | size difference | sexual content | doggy style | reader has two long braids in her hair.

TOJI FUSHIGURO doesn’t let you get away with a thing. He tells you it’s because he’s so generous, you better be grateful he ain’t spoiling you, that you’re in good hands until you meet whoever you end up with. Even while you’re huffing and puffing, he’s boredly picking at his meal. He can’t take you seriously in a little outfit like that, wearing your hair in double braids like that, sweet pink ribbons tied around their ends.

“You’re not the boss of me, Toji!” you cry, desperate for his attention whether it’s good or bad. Your foot stamps, fists thrown behind you as you squeeze your eyes shut. His chopsticks clatter on his dish, and you falter, gasping from the unexpected sound of his chair skidding when he stands. His expression is remarkably cool, mild-mannered in the way he approaches you with his hands in his pockets, an easy thin smile on his scarred lips. You take a faulty step back, wary of his potentially feigned friendliness.

Petrified in your shoes, he towers over you. Before you know it, he snatches your upper arm without a word, whirling you around so your braids whip your neck. As he’s done a thousand times before, he does whatever he wants with your body, directing it in whatever contortion sits in his mind’s eye. Brutish big fists find your braids, roping them around his palms, stinging your scalp until you whimper from the sensation. The heel of his hand shoves your shoulder, and you pliantly bend right over, settling your ass against his crotch. He yanks you back, pulling your hair, and arching your spine. Like reigns, he’s got you where he wants you, so he rubs salt in the wound.

“If I’m not the boss, why’ you listenin’ to me?”

Abusing your poor scalp, he leads you by the hair like a leash, his fist at the base of your skull. You reach back, but he swats you away, forcing you down onto a surface by your head. You flinch, your cheek and pretty tits kissing the cold surface as he deeply inhales, generously checking out your curvature in this position, tilting his head to follow the line of your pretty body. Soon after, he’s got clothes moved out of the way to get at you. You bob as his hips hit your ass, rippling it when he bottoms out. “Ow! Toji, you’re hurting me.” you claim in a whimper, but a husky snicker sounds from behind you, reigning you in by the ropes around his palms, fucking your hole.

“Then why’re you so fuckin’ wet, huh? Backin’ up on me like that... Wanna tell me what you were so bitchy about earlier? Or were you just acting out so you could get some dick?”

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

NAOYA ZENIN walks into the bathroom to see you admiring yourself in the mirror post-fuck. All flushed and disheveled. Hair a mess and make-up staining your face. Standing tall and proud behind you, he wraps an arm around your shoulders to clamp a hand around your jaw. His thumb and fingers dig into your cheeks, squishing your pretty lips together all puffy from bites while you make a noise of distress. “What’cha lookin’ at, huh?” he taunts, showing yourself to your reflection, making sure it’s plenty rubbed in how much of a slut you look. You feel pathetic, especially when compared to him and his formidable size. His chest is warm against your back and you can’t fight his grip, glaring at him in the mirror. “You look fuckin’ terrible.” The ache in your core throbs at the memory of his dick lodged up in your insides just minutes ago, and aside from sweat and sex hair he appears unaffected. “Clean yourself up.” he tells you, releasing you so you stumble and swatting your little ass about it.

[hanasnx]

b.....baby daddy...... baby daddy gojo.....

“ARE WE DATIN’? ARE WE FUCKIN’? ARE WE SOMETHIN’ IN BETWEEN THAT?” — satoru gojo.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WARNINGS: fem reader | dom satoru | established relationship | explicit sexual content | p in v | daddy kink | size difference | lactation references.

BABY DADDY!SATORU GOJO has a severe lack of boundaries, but in his defense he’s always been like that. Before the pregnancy, before you found out the news, before you were dating him, it’s all the same. He doesn’t see the need for it and there are times—especially now—when it’s simply inappropriate in the highest form.

“You ready to go, kiddo?” he asks, perky with a big grin as he eyes his son through his eye wrappings. The boy nods determinedly, bounding away while his backpack that’s too big for him weighs him down. For a second, he watches him run off to spend the weekend with his dad, and you observe him do it with a comfortable smile on your face.

He catches you, but instead of teasing you about it, he shoves a thumb over his shoulder. “Can’t believe that came outta you.” he jokes, and you nod along, aware to just go with his little quips until he decides to leave. “You look great.” He gestures to your form, head-to-toe, and you roll your eyes at his attempt to flatter you like the other moms do. How they dote on you to tell you you’re so lucky that you’re back to your old body after a baby. Some change permanently. “You been working out? Seriously.” he continues on, and you catch him when he slots into you, wrapping arms around each other in a familiar side-hug. His hand feels big on your back as he strokes it.

“Oh, Satoru, stop it.” you respond, devoid of conviction. It’s been years since your son was born, and it’s been a while since you and Satoru had to part ways, yet he talks to you like nothing’s occurred. Like you’re still friends, like you’re still lovers. He squeezes you and you playfully push him off. “Now get outta here, he’s practically bouncing off the walls to spend time at Dad’s.” You gesture to your son, who trips in his excitement, only to pick himself up just as quickly to keep running aimlessly.

“Would’ja look at that. Tough kid, just like his momma.” Satoru muses, and you scoff through your nose as he faces you, sticking his tongue between his teeth. “You got a goodbye kiss for Daddy?”

You sigh, resolved, and roll your eyes again. He’s so full of it. You concede anyway, innocently offering your lips to him.

You should’ve remembered that when Satoru gets an inch, he takes a mile, leaning down to meet your gift with pliant lips. At first, it’s chaste as expected, but he tilts his head. That arm around you traps you against him, and you make a noise of distress when he parts your lips with his, slipping his tongue in. It’s not supposed to go that far, yet he continues, slithering his tongue over yours like he’s done a thousand times before, and the sicko actually sends a pleasurable tingle down your spine. Gathering your bearings, arching away from him, you shove at his chest, freeing yourself. “Satoru!” you chide, and he snickers at you. You’ve kissed him hello and goodbye before, completely respectful and quick. Pecks, really. This was a full-blown french, and you eye him incredulously.

“Is Mommy and Daddy getting back together?” the slurred words of your son can be heard, and the two of you face him as he peers at you two with wide eyes.

“Look what you did! You confused him.” you admonish in a hushed tone, hitting the chuckling Satoru as he downs the steps of your front door to join his son. “Make sure to explain yourself to him, Satoru.” you iterate, shifting your weight to your hip as your cross your arms.

“I will.” he replies in a tune, gesturing vaguely over his shoulder. He idles a second, side-eyeing you over that shoulder slyly. “Mommy.” Your narrow your eyes at him with a shake of your head, but he merely continues on. “See you Monday~!” he adds in a much more lighthearted tone.

Monday couldn’t come fast enough but you didn’t know that after Satoru dropped your son off at school, he was gonna pay a little visit to you. You especially didn’t know what that visit entailed, you didn’t know you’d jump at the opportunity to scold him for the stunt he pulled, only to jump at the chance to get more. Things are hard lately, it’s lonely being a single-mom. Even though Satoru’s involved as he can be, it’s not like you get time for a dating life. He’d shown clear interest in you a couple days ago, shoving his tongue back in your mouth where it hasn’t been for months, now he’s shoving his cock where it hasn’t been for the same.

“Actin’ like you missed Daddy.” he remarks with that self-satisfied grin you wish you could smack off. He’s fucking with you while he screws you for real, that cock you miss so much hollowing out your insides.

“Cut the shit, Satoru, and just fuck me already.” you demand, fisting the covers to your bed as he’s got you on all fours.

“Hey, I’ve been thinking.” he replies, a leisured pace to his hips as his hands clutch the plush of your hips. To rush him, you back up on him until the sounds of skin on skin fill the room. He doesn’t wait for you to answer him. “Why not make another one?”

“Sato, quit playing around—“

“No, I mean it.” he insists, that signature grin stretching onto his features as his hands clamp down on your flesh. He inclines forward, driving into you at a reckless pace that causes a choked sound to emit from your throat. “C’mon, think about it.” he says just as your brain begins to fog from a fat cock shoving its way through your pussy. “We could make another one. We make such cute kids together, you know?” Your spine’s arch is so low it aches as his strength overpowers you, squeezing your eyes shut while he fucks you hard. “We’d be doin’ the world a favor. ‘Sides, you’ll look cute again all filled up with my cum.”

You whine, burying your face in the mattress as you claw the sheets. The pain and pleasure between your legs makes a mess, dripping down your thighs as he hits it from the back.

“Tits all swollen with milk. You remember when I drained some of it for you?” The memory bubbles up mixed emotions within you, sighing into the covers. “Drank it all, ran down my chin, they were so sensitive, always making little noises while I sucked on your nipples. Don’t be shy, baby, I know you liked it.”

[hanasnx]

modern naoya’s got that pretty boy face that churns your insides and you think it’s butterflies. until he drugs your drink and fucks you outside the house party.

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

You line the end of your stick up with the cue ball, your tongue poking out from between your lips in concentration. Playing pool was never your strong suit, but you’re not trying to win this game per se. You’re interested in something far more valuable.

TOJI FUSHIGURO approaches you from the back, hanging his head to the side to get a good gander at your round behind. The baby tee you wear rides up from how you bend over, revealing the dimples at the small of your back. Not at all brief, and in great detail, Toji imagines other contexts. Circumstances in which his thumbs would find a handle on those divots, yanking you back onto him when you run away from a good dicking. Looking at you now, dressed up in a pink outfit two sizes too small, you wouldn’t know a good dicking if it hit you in the face, and he sure was considering batting your pretty cheeks with it.

You wiggle your hips, subconsciously rearing to prepare for your shot, and he chases you. Without thinking about it, he lines himself up with you, rolling his tongue between his lips as mere inches separate the bulge in his pants with your backside strapped in by that teeny skirt. His hand itches to fix onto your tailbone, steadying you so he can nudge up against you. Jus’ a little, wouldn’t even know he was there. Tuck his thumb in the crevice to give your asshole a massage while he did it, he’s really thinking about you here, you should be grateful.

You wind back, and flick your stick forward, pool balls knocking together in snapping sounds as you watch your move play out. He sniffs and swipes his nose pinching it between his index and thumb real quick, adjusting his pants by the back of his belt as he rounds you. A hand at the top of his stick allows him to lean on it marginally, the pool balls slowing to a stop under his gaze.

“You’re bad at this.” he tells you.

The curl to your lips deepens, popping your hip out as you tilt your head at him. He notes the flirtatious body language, the knowing glint in your eye. “Am I?”

His gaze darkens. “Can show you a few things. If you promise it’ll get through that thick skull o’ yers.” A small smile on his mouth stretches out the scar tissue overlaying his lips, and you visualize tracing it with your tongue.

“Oh, don’t be a brute.” you respond as he passes behind you, forcing you to follow him with your eyes. As he picks his target, he holds your gaze, hunching over the table as he lines up his stick. Powerful shoulders confined in a thin black t-shirt has you biting hard onto your lower lip. He breaks the eye contact long enough to hit the ball, but you don’t bother watching them scatter, focused on taking in every marginal move he makes, straightening to his full and dizzying height. The end of his stick comes to your exposed midriff, and hooks under the hem of your baby tee, flicking it up.

“You like it when I’m a brute.”

Indignantly, you tug your shirt back down. It’s clear he wanted to fake you out, make you believe he was gonna get away with flashing himself and any lucky stiff at this bar. You swat his arm scoldingly, but all your dumb brain can think about is how hard and thick his bicep is. “I do not! Why do you insist on bullying me?”

He grins, canines glinting in the dim and smoky light, snickering through his nose. “Easy to bully when you’re bite-sized.”

Bite-sized. That’s all that goes through that thick skull of yours when Toji’s pulling out your brains and shoving ‘em back in with every fuck into you later. Powerful and harsh thrusts, nailing your abused cervix so hard you’re sure it’ll bruise. “The fuck are you thinking about, hah? You rememberin’ those pool tips? Got ya to lay down real low on that table. Bet everyone saw up that stupid little skirt.” Toji jeers at you while he’s pinning you by your head, big hand on your hair to pin your cheek to the mattress. “Everyone saw you leave with me. Saw a slice of cherry pie get pushed around by mean ol’ Toji, only to hang off my arm out the door. A little slutty, don’t’cha think?” He’s amusing himself, you can tell by the sound of his deep voice he’s got that wolfish grin on he wears so well. Wickedly, his reckless pace speeds up so you can’t form a response.

Your limp body has no choice but to move with him, rippling with each sheath into you. Poor cunt puffy and agitated around him as his mean cock brutalizes it some more. Tears sting your eyes but you can’t tell if they’re of pain or pleasure.

“T- Toji—“ you choke out, reaching back to finger timidly at his thighs. He won’t have it, picking himself up to a kneel so he can yank you back on him. Thumbs slot onto your dimples as fingers tuck between the folds of your pelvis and thighs. That perfect ass of yours smacking against him so hard, your skin pebbles and blushes.

“Huh?” he mocks. “What’s that? S’this the part where you lie and tell me you can’t handle it? Nah, little girl, I’m looking at the way this cunt’s slurpin’ me up. Fucking take it.”

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

SATORU GOJO and his obsession with anal. the things you’ve let him get away with… you don’t even wanna think about. it’ll be during a perfectly normal day, enjoying yourself outside when you feel him get just close enough to talk to your ear. “this makes me wanna butter you up in oil and buttfuck you.” a sentence said so crudely for the benefit of shock value, and so you scold his name in the cute way you do. when he fucks you—get you to lay on his chest on your side so he can fuck your pretty pussy at a new angle—he’ll use both hands down there. it’s warm, and comforting, to feel a pad of fingers playing your clit, while his other hand cups your neglected asshole. circling both in tandem, you can’t help the sounds that spill out of you while he handles you. it opens you up, relaxing your hole while a pale horse cock splits it, and a long middle finger delves into your asshole so tenderly. it’s intimate, eye-rolling, makes it hard for you to think. after your cunt gets a fair turn, he moves on, flipping your body to land in all fours so he can curl around you, landscape you with his figure. you’re relaxed now, his swollen tip kissing your loosened asshole. “you can’t pretend you don’t like this as much as i do.” he taunts, talking right into that ear while you struggle to catch your breath. the tip dips in, and you gasp. his hand clenches into the sheets as he starts to rock—a reverent, savoring kind of rock. “god, i wanna fuck your ass. god, i wanna fuck this perky, little ass.” you can tell he’s holding himself back, forcing himself to build anticipation, cherish this. his grip on his base releases so he can give you a spike to your right cheek, a healthy smack puckers up your tailbone, angling your hips to him instead of shying away like before. you grit your teeth as you feel the lip of his tip pass your rim, even though it’s not all the way in you still feel it in your throat, you feel your abdomen’s instinct to reject it. “want anal, baby? yeah?” he croons, lifting himself up and you feel the weight of the bed shift. those hands seat at your hips to keep you angled and to control where you’re going. “i know you’re gonna try to run away, but don’t worry—i’ve got you… i’ve got you.”

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

Something about TOJI FUSHIGURO who drawls, “My sweet Aphrodite…” when he wants something. Big hands grab onto your skirt with infallible grip, drawing you to him as he sweet talks you. You try to steel yourself, rallying as you brace on his broad chest, that wicked wolfish grin stretching onto his lips as he tilts his head at you. Your heart beats fast, and he toys with the hem of your skirt, your uneasiness apparent in the unstable quiver of your frown. “You gonna say no to me? My goddess of grace and beauty?” It’s plain to see he’s overcompensating, and you still can’t help but fall for it, lulling your head as you whine through your nose. His tone of voice is sickly sugary, dripping with husky honey and feigned sympathy. It guilt trips you expertly, your exterior visibly melting into his touch. Those rough palms knead into your hips, rocking you gently from his strength; you sigh. “Leaving ol’ Toji out in the cold. And all I wanna do is get inside that warm cunt. Ain’t that somethin’ my merciful, generous girl can help me with?”

[hanasnx]

NO KISS SEX — satoru gojo.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WARNINGS: bratty fem reader | dom satoru | established relationship | explicit sexual content | cock warming | fluffy | size difference | no kiss sex.

“Sato, please?” you beg, pouting your bottom lip so enticingly SATORU GOJO nearly breaks his streak just to lick at it out of familiarity.

“Wasn’t this your idea?” he anecdotes amusedly, tilting his head with that wolfish grin. “You said you wanted to try it, and now you don’t wanna commit.”

“I change my mind!” you insist, bobbing your body in place to emphasize your frustration, his cock still lodged comfortably up in your guts in a mating press. “It’s lonely.”

He gives a few swings of his hips, and your lashes flutter in turn. “‘Lonely?’” he parrots in feigned disbelief. “You wan’a kiss that bad?”

Eagerly, you nod, under the impression he’s about to give in and you raise your head to meet his with an innocent smile. “I didn’t mean what I said earlier, honest.” You eye up his lips, just out of your reach.

“Ah, ah,” he chides, arching away. “I distinctly remember,” he states matter-of-factly as he picks himself up using your knees, pressing them to the pillow as your head is forced to lay back down and you peep and grit your teeth when the dick soaking in your hole brushes your spongy spot. It twitches, but he keeps it sheathed. He alters his expression to exhibit what he sees when he looked at you earlier, upturned brows, wide-o-shaped mouth, and heightens his voice to an embarrassing high pitch that grates the ears, “‘Goji, I want to try no-kiss-sex, please? Please? Can we-can we-can we?’” he mimics you unflatteringly, and you reach up to yank him back down to you. “You only call me ‘Goji’ when you want something, just like you call me ‘Sato’ when you’re trying to butter me up.”

You jerk your head away in a mock attempt at bratting, frowning your brows as he snickers through his nose as you, readjusting so he pulls out a few inches just to push back in. As if he’s testing the waters with his hips, watching your minute reactions written all over your pitiful little face. You pant through your mouth, so he keeps going, slowly sinking in and out.

“If you get so lonely, why’d you suggest it?” he questions, soothing you out of your difficult mindset and your want to be uncooperative with the splendid ministrations of his cock licking your insides.

“I dunno, I saw it on a show or something! I wanted to see if it would make me want it more.” you inform him with a fair amount of attitude, and toy with his hair at the nape of his neck. That pout resurfaces, and you must know you’re making your pillowy lips look so irresistible that Satoru bites his own hard. He has to remind himself he’s proving a point. Even folded in half you’ve got some kind of power over him.

“Does it?” he asks, more winded than before as your hole loosens the slightest, letting him pull out more. You question him with an idle hum, brain fuzzy from the sensations pulsing from your core. “Does it make you want it more?”

“Yes!” you cry, offended he’d ask such a thing. “Obviously!”

That wolfish grin stretches back onto his mouth as he dips down, and a grateful thrill blooms in your chest at the notion he’s going to do it this time! You offer yourself to him, facing him to reach for him, but as soon as you get close he rears his head. Your lips narrowly miss each other. Your bodies bob as he moves in you, a steady pace of pulling completely out to ease in until he bottoms out. He’ll do all that, exhibiting a strong sense of control over his body, but he won’t give you a kiss. Instead, he does the same thing as before, ducking so you’ll gain a false sense of security, reach for him again. He teases you, keeping his lips just out of your area of influence. “Stop that!” you whine, your brows pinching together from the pleasure he’s giving you between your legs.

“Can’t help it, pretty, you make it so easy.” he taunts, “You keep falling for it.” As soon as he’s said it, he stoops and lingers, letting your cock-drunkened brain work through the thought process, lifting yourself again out of habit and trust to go for a kiss. Once more he corrals it from you, but he laughs this time. A jeer that burns your cheeks hot as you glare at him. “You keep falling for it!”

“Satoru!”

“I see the appeal now.” he lowers his voice, the grain of it traveling down your spine straight to your core, taking his cock at gradually hastened pace. “No-kiss-sex, huh? This shit was a good idea, baby.”

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

the thing is… you’re a little afraid of SATORU GOJO. there’s something to be feared about how mysterious he is, about what he’s hiding. you don’t entirely trust him, you’re intimidated by him—you’re scared of him. you fantasize that at any moment he could take you hostage, dangle you over his supposed superiors and there’s not one thing anyone could do about it. satoru gojo makes you feel like collateral. “you don’t talk much.” you don’t stop what you’re doing, rocking your body like clockwork, matching the pace of his surging hips. “you could talk more, you know.” he muses, adding to his observation as those eyes bound in bandage somehow burn through, a gaze you still avoid by turning your head away. he bottoms out, and a pitiful squeak is pushed from your parted lips. “i like that.” a large hand clamps your face, wedging your chin into the web of his thumb as he pinches your cheeks together, pouting those lips. yet, your eyes defiantly look off to the side. you’re not trying to be difficult, you just want to avoid the way your heart stops when you feel like he can see right through you. “are you having fun?” a nose strokes your skin, fanning his warm breath on your face. “do you feel… good?” his voice, barely held together because of his own cock sinking in over and over again, causes your eyes to squeeze shut. a breath hitches in his throat, “like i do?” he speaks to you, low and gravelly. a shaky exhale releases from his throat as a shiver runs down his spine. does he… like this? you ask. you feel a shift in the dark, weight redistributes, you hear the noise of fabric being pulled off. hair tickles your face. “look at me.” you swallow. “open your eyes, i want to see you.” one by one, you peel them open as he requests. you’re met with that piercing blue gaze, the one that makes you cower like you’re met with the face of god. “look at them. i want you to see me.”

[hanasnx]

at the very least, you’ve always known satoru to be weird. ever since you met him you’ve kept a proper distance—or at least tried. falling into bed with him is a detail you’d rather avoid thinking about, a sharp pain shooting through your skull whenever you recall how quickly you fold. like touching a hot stove of guilt, cowardice, survival instinct, and the unholy desire of knowing your own mortality. it’s always been in your nature to be anti-social, doing things on your own, there’s comfort in your solitude. however, it was satoru’s friend group that you’d steer clear of entirely. being passably socially anxious evolved into a recluse, you’d retreat just so he wouldn’t look at you over those circular sunglasses. you didn’t know the extent back then, but you knew what was good for you. it just didn’t stop him. you get bloody noses, it’s not your fault, they just sort of happen. you plug it up, you sit for a while, and you wait for them to go away. it’s an individual activity. satoru came to help. “jeez, did’ya see something you liked?” he’d said while he sat with you, seemingly to keep you company while you waited out the injury. there’s not much conversation, but it was the first time you really interacted with him. “hey.” the much deeper voice of the present interrupts your thoughts, the flat of his hand comes to pat intimately at your cheek. his other tightens around your two wrists held above your head. “you’re getting lost again.” he says tenderly, and you swallow. you meet his gaze, like swirling cerulean pools you get lost in them. hypnotized, you stare at him blankly. you flinch only when he sinks in to the hilt, pushing a minute gasp from the back of your throat. “where do you go?” missionary is too intimate, but it’s the customary round before he switches up the positions or what he wants to try. you’re like an empty canvas, you let him have his way with you. a thick finger taps at your temple too hard, you’re not sure if he knows it’s too hard, rattling your skull. “what’s in there that’s so interesting?” sometimes his eyes appear to glow, and you try to rear your head further into the soft down of the pillows. he’s undeterred, chasing you, as his great body curls and fits your mold. every muscle ripples under his taut skin as he forms against you, and when he bottoms out, your toes curl. you breathe as one, you rock your bodies as one. “don’t run away from me.” he speaks against your lips, and you force yourself not to shy away. it’s unspoken that he likes when you run away, what he doesn’t like is when you escape.

[pthalto]

i feel like megumi would have a thing for having a pet!gf. like puppy kitty bunny whatever, he just likes the idea of collaring you. it feels so intimate - ceremonial in a way, like it’s bonding you to him in a way that feels more permanent. especially if you’re eager about it too, wanting to belong to him. he’ll keep you on a leash, get you a plug with a tail, letting you curl up in a little bed at his feet while he games. it’s sexual but it’s also a comfort thing for him

wait this is so cute (∩˃o˂∩)♡ he’d be so chill ab having a pet for a girlfriend. some of it feels like he’s humoring you but that’s just how his personality makes it come off, he actually cares a lot ab how u prefer to be perceived n he takes some pride in being trusted w it. all his friends know him as the pet play guy who’s remarkably self assured ab it. can’t even tease him rly. he can’t say no to you

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

SATORU GOJO is a playboy but as soon as he’s cuffed someone he falls for, suddenly space makes him tweak the fuck out. Space makes him think you’re leaving, space makes him think there’s room for cheating, space makes him think if he doesn’t see you right now at this very moment then he’ll do something rash. He doesn’t tell you when he bursts into your apartment that he came here feeling insecure, he just fucks it into your head he wants you to move closer. How about his place instead?

[pthalto]

thinking about asking toji to pee in my mouth bc i know he’d immediately pull his sweats down 🥹

water sports. ft;toji fushiguro.

masterlist.

warnings. ageless blogs;minors do not interact. smut. fem reader. established relationship. size difference. piss play;kink. peeing in mouth (f receiving). pornography mention. sex work mention. praise (f receiving).

“use your mouth like a urinal. is that right?” toji drawls as the sound of him undoing his pants has you bouncing in your seat. “you ever done this shit before, woman?” it’s a rhetorical question, degrading you for your interest in experimentation. pissing on each other isn’t new, but kneeling down n getting jumpy about feeling it pour down your face is. those brutish hands make quick work, a complete lack of apprehension towards your request as he lumbers forward to present himself to you, half-hard n laying quietly in his palm. you gush between your legs, nodding in both response to his flirtings and your enthusiasm for what’s about to happen. “you’re lucky i got a full tank.”

you think about the porn you’ve seen that made you wanna give this a try in the first place. you recall how the girls in those dirty videos do it, and you want to feel like that right now, so you mimic their position. you cup under your tits to bunch them together, forming a rack for the stream to bounce off of, and you drop your jaw to hang your tongue out. in his eyes, you witness that flash of intrigue. what you’re doing is teasing him, drawing him in as his dick chubs up in his hand. he gives it a few healthy yanks at the sight of your naked curves sitting so pretty for him.

“you look like a million fuckin’ bucks. feel like i should be paying you.” getting called a hooker never made you so wet, tipping your head back to get the right angle as he approaches. an appropriate distance is left between you two as he aims. “you ready?”

you nod.

“keep your eyes closed.” you do as he instructs. the image of his figure towering over you with his waiting cock in his hand is burned into your mind, focusing hard on it as you hear him exhale in with a relaxed groan. you flinch as something hot and wet hits your nose first. you have to ignore your instinct to rear so you can breath, belaying your panic on getting some up your nose. “there we go, there we go…” he talks you through that visible conflict as he angles down, letting it land and trickle off your tongue. the taste is unpleasant—bitter. the corner of your nose pricks up in disgust as your eyes squeeze together to protect from how it spatters against them. your tits get showered with it, coming to pool in your lap where your thighs hold together. “oh, fuck-k, baby. holy hell.” the power of the stream dies down as he runs out. “look at you. sat so good f’me, princess.” you can hear him rustle his pants back up to fit himself back inside. you’re afraid to open your eyes, but you use your tongue to push n spit out whatever’s in your mouth you don’t want. “let me grab you a towel real quick.”

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