toji who lives in a trailer for the time being which makes it so easy to fuck you on every surface, be it the kitchen counter where he fucks into you from behind while you grab the edges of the sink to not be thrown around by his merciless thrusts that make the whole trailer shake or on the entrance steps where he eats you out, spreading your legs over the sides of the steps so his tongue can reach deep inside your soaked hole while his thumb abuses your clit.
how he grabs you by the neck and drags you inside because he hasn't tasted you in so long. how his neighbours have to listen to his moans and your screams when he pumps you full of cum and fingers you from one orgasm to another after to keep the cum from spilling out until he can burry his cock inside you again.
how toji pays attention to not let you hit your head when you two roll from the couch-bed on the dirty floor because your play fight turned into a borderline violent makeout session where you pulled his hair so hard he nearly came on the spot.
how he asks you to give lurkers a show by fucking your tits, kneeling over you on the cheap camping stool, holding eye contact with the creep from the trailer nearby who watches you through the window and leater beats him up good for spying on you
Yeah, I looked with my face up to the sky But I saw nothing there... • #selftime #shadow #sinefromabove #chromatica #bedroomtime #mood #snapseed #tezzaapp (at Uberlândia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDNFtEOFGZV/?igshid=1ipt0ij0odcmz
𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: cursing, oral sex (receiving), vaginal fingering, smut, Hanma being Hanma, minors dni
𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: it's not your birthday but your favorite friend with benefits still thinks you should get a nice cake that reminds you of what you are.
𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘: Hanma Shuji x fimplied!reader
𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: this story contains explicit sexual content. Minors fucking dni. This story is a little non-birthday gift for my lovely fuckboy/boyfriend's not-birthday @virtue-and-beneviolence. kisses. This is also my first time writing smut so. Hah. Yeah.
When you open the front door of your tiny apartment and stare right into the white buttercream of a badly baked birthday cake with the words happy birthday slut you aren´t as surprised as you should be, even if it isn´t your birthday at all.
“Hey Hanma,” you dismiss the man hiding behind the baked sweet and turn around, letting the door open so your friend can invite himself in like he always does.
It´s not unusual for the taller to come by your place unannounced, especially since you started your little arrangement, he developed this little habit of his where he suddenly stands in front of your door at the most ridiculous times with a disgustingly handsome smile and an old horror movie you two wouldn´t get to watch anyway.
You hear him follow you into the flat and turn around for a second to see Hanma kicking off his shoes easily into a corner and closing the door with a foot, all while smirking at you -all teeth and mischief. You caught yourself smiling back at him.
While you walk through the narrow hallway he stops at a small cupboard and puts the cake on it before fumbling in his jacket for his pac of cigarettes.
“What are you doing?” you ask from the kitchen and he holds his finger up as a waiting sign, hurrying to get a few cigarettes out of the pac. You watch witch a raised brow as he starts to push a few of them into the icing, arranging them like candles and putting the last one into his mouth. Fishing out a lighter he lits the cigarette, takes a drag, ignores your “don´t smoke in my apartment Hanma!” and turns to you again. He balances the cake on the hand with the word sin on it and walks past you, blowing smoke in your face playfully.
“So,” he starts when you fully enter the kitchen and gently take the cake from his hands before he ruins your carpet by accident.
It wouldn´t be the first time that happened unfortunately.
“What do you say?” He looks excited, taking another drag of his cigarette and leans his elbows on the kitchen counter, resting his head on the written punishment. His purple eyes fixate you, his stare so intense that you have to look away.
He has a way with his eyes. These damn beautiful and enchanting eyes that make you burn up when he looks at you, desire and lust swirling in his violet orbs. Hanma can pin you down or make you jump him with only one glance and you hate it. Hate how much control he has over you and how much you love it. God, you want to fuck him so bad.
“What do you want me to say?” You answer instead of ripping his shirt in two like you want to.
“Thank you, master, maybe?” he quips and you laugh, walking around the counter to face him from the other side.
“But it´s not my birthday.”
“Does it need to be your birthday to give you a little present?” He tilts his head a little and winks, he really has the audacity to wink at you, his cigarette still burning in his other hand.
“Very rude of you to not even thank me.”
“A cake that says happy birthday is usually only for people whose birthday it is, yes," you lean over to dip your finger into the butter cream, inspecting it.
“Did you even make this?”
“Yes,” he says immediately.
“Liar.” He smiles, that bastard.
Hanma watches you lick the buttercream off your finger slowly, his eyes getting darker with every swirl of your tongue.
“It´s not bad,” you mumble, sucking on your finger one last time before dipping it into the cake again and holding it to the mans lips, “wanna try?”
“Fuck yes baby,” the purple eyed closes his mouth around your finger and swirls his long tongue, sucking slowly on it before biting gently down all while keeping eye contact. You could cut the tension between you two with a knife, the way he undresses you with his drowsy yet intense eyes.
It´s the usual game you two play when he comes over. Who loses control first and who can get the other riled up enough to ruin whatever clothes the other was wearing, tearing them down and meeting the other in a violent kiss, all teeth and tongue. Hopefully, he would restrain himself from fucking you on the ground and staining the carpet again. It was a nice carpet you intended to keep for a while.
“Hanma,” you say after a few seconds of the other just mindlessly sucking on your finger like it´s the most delicious thing in the world, “why the cake?”
“I liked it. I took it home and wrote slut under it because you are one so-“ you interrupt him by shoving your finger deeper into his mouth and he gags before catching your wrist and bending it around. You gasp and try to get yourself out of his grip but he just takes a step back –finger out of his mouth already- and twists your wrist a little bit further until you have to support your body leaning over the counter with your free hand. You´re nearly falling into the cake but the other doesn´t seem to care.
“So I thought why not, is what I wanted to say,” he ends his sentence unbothered and kisses your wrist before letting you go.
“Bastard.”
You stare at each other from across the counter for a moment, then he suddenly jumps over it in one smooth motion and grabs you by the collar. Your world turns when he whirls you around roughly and presses you against the nearest wall.
“Say that again, baby,” he whispers into your ear, flipping the rest of the cigarette onto the table. “Hey!” you say and try to get out of his grip but his hands wander from your collar to your hips, circling around them and pressing your smaller frame against his.
“Say. That. Again.” You feel his hips rolling into yours with every word and you let out a quite moan.
“Fuck, Hanma,” you plead, clawing at his back, fingernails digging into his board shoulders.
“That´s not what you said.”
The dark-haired presses you against the wall harder and lets his big hands wander down to your ass to grab a hand full and squeeze it. You moan sinfully and embarrassingly loud when you feel Hanma´s long finger massaging your flesh, his hot breath fawning over your pulse.
You want him so bad.
“Shuji, come on,” your voice is hardly more than a whimper at this point and he finally has mercy and captures your lips in a passionate kiss, prying your mouth open to force his tongue in, swallowing your gasps like a man starving.
Without you realizing he hikes one of your legs up over his hip to grind his clothed dick against your cunt, sending bolts of pleasure through your body.
“Is that what you want?” he asks in between, kisses rolls his hips extra hard.
And you know he is teasing you, trying to make you beg and cry for him before turning you into a fucked out mess. But today you seem to have no patience because instead of entertaining him you grab lose strands of his hair and pull. He hisses when you tug at his hair until it hurts, using his defencelessness to push him from you.
He stumbles against the kitchen counter, trying to get a hold of the edge but you are faster and push him to his knees, gripping his chin and force him to look u to you.
He smiles widely, hair messy and eyes dark with lust.
“What now?” He inches closer, leaning his head into your touch, hands automatically going for you ass again.
“You´re getting your dessert now,” you say coldly, pulling your skirt up and panties aside to show him your glistening, already wet pussy with an expectant look. He doesn´t need to be told twice and presses his nose between your thighs, kissing your clit before letting is tongue glide between your folds.
“God damnit, you taste so divine,” he murmurs while he starts fucking you with his tongue.
You throw your head back and open your legs more for him to get closer, fuck you deeper.
If his hands work as punishment for the ones who are in his way, his fingers and mouth are the sin that tempts you every night to touch yourself, chanting his name thinking about how he fucks you so good you forget your own name.
Oh, how dangerous he is and oh, how you love it.
Two fingers press against your entrance, your breath hitching when they join his skilful mouth, scissoring you open and pressing against the spot that makes your vision go white and waves of pleasure overtake your body.
“I- I think I´m cumming,” you moan and he smirks against your pussy, groaning lowly when you clench around his fingers.
“Oh, baby fuck yes,” his voice vibrates against your clit deliciously and you feel your knees give out feeling his teeth against your lips, pain and pleasure mixing until your mind goes blank.
You shake with how hard you cum against him, all while he fucks you through your orgasm.
Wouldn´t it be for his strong arms holding you up, you would drop to the ground, your strength leaving you as the aftershocks of your orgasm jolt from your core to your fingertips.
With one last kiss to your inner thigh, he pulls away from your soaked middle, his mouth wet with your juices.
He smiles up at you, “you came so fast. Were you pent up, baby? Well, thanks for the delicious meal,” he says and licks his lips, watching your red face turn into a pout.
“Shut up,” you breath and he stands up to give you a loud kiss. You can taste yourself and try to turn away but he keeps you in place.
“ah ah ah, take what you get.”
Rolling your eyes you let him kiss all over your face and pull you close to burry his face in your hair, hugging and blissfully swinging you around in his arms.
“Happy birthday,” Hanma purrs and you laugh, looking at the weird cigarette cake.
𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: I love lingerie. Not even in the sexual way. It's just fucking pretty. Idk this felt weird to write though
shinichiro sano
Classic pretty lingerie that caresses your body but doesn't look too cheap or forced. Soft colors and a little lace, keeping it simple but elegant. Also something that isn't too expensive because it might get ripped off anyway.
ran haitani
Silk! Ran loves the feeling of silk on his body just as he loves how smooth and soft it falls over yours. The shiny material looks so mouth watering good on you that the fabric is reserved for his eyes only and you're not allowed to wear it outside. For your own good.
rindou haitani
He strikes me as the purple guy tbh. Looking at your hair young man. He wants something that matches him/his vibe to get get the "we belong together"-feeling across. It should also be a little extra and eye-catching. Soft see-through fabric that hides your body just right will never be a mistake when you want him to cancel his plans for the night and stay at home.
sanzu haruchiyo
A mix between sexy and cute is his go-to. Dark panties with ribbons and flowers? A corset with ruffles out of satin? Makes him go crazy. Your shoulders adorned with little ornaments while dark fabric makes you look dangerous and alluring can save a poor mans life this night.
kokonoi hajime
Everything expensive and more for his darling. If he could he would dress you in only diamonds and gold, even the finest silk only covering your form when it's littered with ruby and sapphier. He settles with nice sets that are comfortable for you to wear and nice enough to look at in the end. A big plus are little chains of gem stones hanging from your hips for him to pull.
akashi takeomi
Flower guy. He might look like dude who enjoys strip-club underwear but you can always catch him off guard with nice and pretty things that make you look more innocent then you actually are. High quality flower patterns that have difficult but fancy decorations can make a grown man fall to his knees after all.
𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: nsfw minors dni, suggestive themes, kinks, name-calling, me trying to be sexy, dumbification
𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗: Nanami, Gojo, Geto, Toji
𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: I got inspired by searching for lingerie for someone and this is what happend. this is going to be my first smuty piece so again please don't interact if you are not 18 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖙𝖜𝖔
Gojo
everything expensive and extra for you. He loves seeing his s/o in elegant colors, silky material and dazzling gold - especially when he can undress you again. He likes opening his presents with care and undoes every strap and ribbon slowly, leaving open mouthed kisses on every part of exposed skin he unveils until he has you naked and dripping with arousal in front of him. If he likes the panties enough to let them stay on he might just hook his fingers around the silverchain straps to get better control over the movement of your hips
Nanami
yeah you thought I'll take the "Nanami is a simple man"-train but guess what: Nanami loves the oh so innocent look on his s/o too much to not be a sucker for frilly panties and soft lace corsets. pastel colors and cute flower patterns make him want to throw you over his shoulders and suck beautiful, red hickeys along the lines of your underwear, calling you his good girl while he fucks you into the mattress. The more you look like a scandalous renaissance painting the better he fucks you into oblivion.
Geto
let me say, Geto chooses a simple but alluring set over every babydoll or bodysuit you can find. He loves your body and probably prefers you naked anyway - but where is the fun? So he settles on simple two pieces where he doesn't have to fight much to get things out of the way. He starts with hugging you from behind, letting his hands slip under your velvet top and massage your nipple while his other hand traces over your clothed heat teasing you with feather light touches.
Toji
The bimbofication is strong in this one. Toji wants you to look like his personal, dumb, little stripper whorw and goes all in for the slutty vibe. He wants his s/o to be classy but at the same time looking like a cheap Y2K doll. Be as bratty as you can with him, he loves seeing you dance and smirk like a minx at him while the fake diamonds on your ass reflect the dim light of the room. He has to buy you a new set every week because this dude can't contain himself and rips the pink material to pieces when he pounds on you.
if someone whenever someone even reads this wants a part two or another edition let me know ♡
𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: slight nsfw minors dni, suggestiv themes, Naoya and Mahito are getting kind of slandered again
𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗: Sukuna, Mahito, Naoya, Choso
𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: the lovely @yelzoldyck asked me for Sukuna and how can I not do a part two when it's them who is asking, also I just love being mean to Mahito. please don't interact if you are not 18
Sukuna
Leather and stripes and everything nice. Sukuna loves seeing his s/o in something that makes him feel like he's entering a sex dungeon. He wants to grab the straps that adore your legs and pull you back into him when you try to crawl away from overstimulation. He is also a big sucker for boob-windows. He probably has a matching set for himself, if we're honest.
Mahito
Mahito is into shit that makes others turn on their heels and leave the bedroom. If you look like the porn-hub version of a sesame street character he might cream his pants. No but honestly, as long as he can feel the soft silk on his skin while he hooks your legs over his shoulders he's good.
Naoya
Also one who is in for the corruption-kink. He loves seeing you in white - the image of you as a blushing virgin, oh so naive walking into his trap, turns him on like nothing else. This man is a raging misogynist so of course he wants you to remain his sweet, little housewife-whore without own will and thoughts, don't you ever dare not wearing white. It makes you look dirty. Someone just please kill or peg this dude
Choso
A babydoll-Fan! Choso likes seeing you all pretty and beautiful for him, he could stare all day at you and how the tulle of your babydoll caresses your thighs. He likes how the see through material barely hides the curves of your body. Choso makes you spin around for him until you feel dizzy before he carries you to bed like the gentleman he is.
Hiii!! I saw ur new matchup thing but I didn't feel comfy sending in a pic of myself, so I just drew up a lil thingy (yes this is my art! anyone seeing this pls dont use, repost, etc).
20, she/they, bisexual(male matchup pls!), sunflower emoji
🥀🌷🌹⚘ !! + jjk <3 🌱
favorite aesthetic is 90's/decora!
favorite song? it changes but rn its Vampire Kiss - Hatsune Miku, or Love to Dream - Doja Cat!!!
fav color is pink!
sweet tea (^:
favorite tropes are amicable exes (exes who are still flirty/kinda together) and fake relationship->real relationship
TYSM!!!
Hey precious!
the florist gifts you
the Gojo-sweetsoftcore-bouquet
They say sex with the ex is never the answer but oh how they are wrong. Despite you two breaking up after only two dates, you still find each other at the end of the day. Most of the time you can't even make it to the others apartment before he buries his face inbetween your thighs and tounge-fucks the living daylight out of you
