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cw: smut, surferboy!kiri, praise, fingering, public sex, slightly nerdy kiri, biting, fluff, overstim, orgasm denial, cockwarming, slight somnophilia, cunnilingus, lmk if i missed anything >_<

a/n: finally home for the summer so I’ll have time to write again, send recs!!!

Surfer!Kirishima who’s always at the beach before sunrise, chasing waves with you on his mind. He’ll spend hours combing the shore afterward, pocketing smooth shells and pretty rocks he thinks you’ll like, already imagining the way your face will light up when he presses them into your palm later.

Surfer!Kirishima who tries to teach you how to ride his board but can’t stop laughing when you immediately tip over. “Baby, you’re supposed to stand on it, not wrestle it,” he teases, hauling you back up by the waist. He’s merciless about it, calling you his “little sea turtle” every time you wipe out, but he always kisses the salt off your lips afterward.

Surfer!Kirishima who pretends to hate it when you tease him about his sun-bleached ends, grumbling under his breath—until you’re carding your fingers through his hair for hours while he melts into your touch, eyes half-lidded and content.

Surfer!Kirishima who gets relentlessly teased by you for being a “shark boy.” You’ll poke at his sharp teeth and call him Jaws whenever he grins too wide, and he always retaliates by chasing you into the water, growling, “Keep talking and I’ll show you how much of a shark I can be.”

Surfer!Kirishima who gets so excited showing you the tide pools, pointing out every colorful fish and rambling about how great whites are actually “the biggest misunderstood sweethearts of the ocean.” His voice goes soft when he talks about them, like he’s trying to make you love them as much as he does.

Surfer!Kirishima who has your name written in small, neat letters on the bottom of his surfboard. He did it one night when he couldn’t sleep, carving it carefully near the tail. He never tells you, but every time he paddles out, he glances down and smiles to himself, like having your name there keeps you with him even when you’re not.

Surfer!Kirishima who pulls you onto his board at sunset, letting the two of you drift farther out while his fingers slip beneath your swimsuit. He works you open slow and deep, murmuring praise against your ear the whole time. “That’s it, sunshine… just like that. Such a good girl for me.” He doesn’t stop until you’re shaking and cumming around his fingers, then kisses your temple like you didn’t just fall apart in the middle of the ocean.

Surfer!Kirishima who grinds against you in the water when his friends are only a few feet away, voice low and teasing. “Quiet, baby. Don’t want them to hear how pretty you sound when I’m inside you, right?” His hand stays firm on your hip, keeping you close while he rocks into you beneath the surface.

Surfer!Kirishima who drags you back to his little beach house after a long day, too tired to do anything but strip you both down and slide into you from behind. He falls asleep like that, buried deep, one arm slung over your waist, the sound of the waves drifting in through the open windows.

Surfer!Kirishima who eats you out so slow and thorough that you’re half-asleep by the time you cum, the ocean breeze cooling your skin while he licks you through it. He loves the way you go boneless under his mouth, murmuring, “Love tasting you like this… all relaxed for me.”

Surfer!Kirishima who invites his friends over for a late-night swim but spends the whole time behind you in the water, two fingers buried deep while he whispers against your neck. “Don’t cum, baby… be good for me.” He sounds so sweet about it, but the second you break and cum anyway, he’s praising you in that low, rough voice. “Fuck—there you go. Couldn’t help yourself, huh? My needy girl.”

Surfer!Kirishima who has a habit of leaving bite marks all over your thighs. He loves spreading you open on the beach towel after a surf session, sinking his teeth into the soft skin just hard enough to leave pretty red crescents. He’ll soothe each mark with his tongue afterward, murmuring against your thighs, “Can’t help it, sunshine… you taste too good. Everyone’s gonna know you’re mine when they see these.”

Surfer!Kirishima who waits until the beach is empty at dusk before dragging his board higher up the sand. He lays you out on it, the wax still warm from the day, and fucks you slow and deep while the waves crash a few feet away. One of his hands stays wrapped around your throat, the other pinning your thigh open as he groans against your ear, “Fuck, you look so pretty like this… all spread out on my board.” He doesn’t stop until you’re shaking and crying out his name, the sound nearly drowned out by the ocean.

you need your own place. you’ve been tossing and turning for hours, sero and your brother are playing music too loud and the smell of weed is seeping under your door. you kick your covers off, ready to say something when the music stops and the apartment seems to finally quiet.

you huff and settle into your bed once more, waiting for your eyes to get heavy with sleep. just as you get comfortable your door cracks open. you sit up, finding sero filling out your door way.

“you know where the bathroom is.” you hiss, throwing a pillow at him.

“yeah.” he steps in and clicks the door shut. “must’ve got lost on the way to the couch.” he stands at the end of your bed. “those are cute.” he nods with a lazy grin.

“what?” your cheeks heat.

“your panties with the little bunnies.” his eyes flick up to yours. “lemme get a closer look.” he grabs your ankle and yanks you down the bed.

“sero!” you gasp. “he’s in the other room.” eyes going wide.

“then don’t make any noise.”

your legs fall open and his eyes leave your face, sliding down the over sized shirt that’s now bunched up around your middle and stopping on your cotton panties. he reaches down and thumbs at the cotton, glancing up at you when you make a small sound. you bring your hand up to your mouth as he keeps dragging his thumb up and down.

“there you go.” he mumbles. “good girl.” he grins at the shudder goes through your body.

your chest is heaving with each pass of his thumb, hips jerking every time he avoids your aching clit. he watches a wet patch grow in the center, chuckling at you and the desperate cant of your hips. when he finally circles your clit, the sound that comes from you has him locking his eyes with yours.

“‘m sorry.” you gasp.

“try to stay quiet.” he taps your clit and pulls back.

he pushes his sweats down and your eyes go wide as he pulls his cock out, stroking himself a couple times before he smacks the head on your soaked panties. you jerk with the feeling, looking up at him with round eyes as he starts to slide up and down the cotton, nudging your clit perfectly.

“sero.” a small plea.

“shh shh shh.”

one of his hands is on your waist, the other is between the both of you holding his cock in place as he drags his cock up and back down. he groans lowly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he starts to pace up momentum. your panties are embarrassingly slick, the sound making its way to your ears.

“got my shit soaked and you still got your panties on.” he lets out a breathy chuckle.

you turn your head to the side, covering your eyes with your arm and clamping your teeth into your bottom lip so you can use your other hand to pull up your shirt. he groans when you show him your perked nipples, mouth watering and wanting to scrape his teeth agaisnt them to hear your noises.

“play with em.” he nods. you peek at him, bringing a shaky hand down to your chest and taking your nipple between your fingers. “good girl.”

while you play with your nipples, he fucks your panties faster, low grunts spilling from his mouth while small gasps fall from your lips. his cock keeps catching on your covered pussy, pushing in just a fraction before he slides back up to your clit. you’re bucking against him, panties so soaked he’s practically just rubbing himself against your bare folds now from how translucent they are.

“sero!” you whimper.

“shush.” his eyes lock with your glossy ones.

a low grunt rises in his chest when his cock slips under your panties and slides against your honeyed mess. he collapses over you, his hand clapping over your mouth as he starts to hump against faster. your panties are keeping him presses right against you as he slides through your slick. with another pass of his tip on your clit you fall apart, shaking beneath him as you cum, your fingers digging into his back.

he groans, twitching between your legs and with a low groan of your name he’s cumming. you’re both panting, staring at each other as you slowly detangle. he fixed your panties, rubbing over them with his fingers and smearing his cum all over your puffy lips.

“see you in the morning.” he pats your thigh, adjusting himself in his sweats and walking out.

“fuck—look at you,” kirishima sighs, throwing his arms behind his head to get a good look at you bouncing manically on his cock, pretty mewls slipping from your slacked jaw mixing with his own brutish sounds, “wish you could see what i’m seein’, doing such a good job for me.”

his praises cause you to choke back a delicious moan, long nails digging deep into his alabaster shoulders in an attempt to stabilize yourself in the euphoria your feeling, his flesh irritated and raised.

“can’t b-breathe,” you stutter, pace hesitating. it’s difficult to keep up with him, the intensity of your ass smacking into his thighs nearly knocks the wind straight from your lungs every plunge downward on his rock hard length, the skin slapping so loudly it echoes right off of the bedroom walls.

“you got it, can tell you’re close,” kirishima grins, thighs flexing beneath you, “squeezin’ my cock so fucking tight pretty girl, let yourself feel good.”

“feels like i can feel you inside my chest.” and you can. his inches pulsate snug inside your womb, ropes of iridescent precum slipping recklessly around your walls, the sappy combination of mixed fluids dripping down, down, down, to coat your sensitive inner thighs.

the room smells thick of sex and fluids, the animalistic routine ending up with you taking exactly what you wanted, hips rolling up and down his shaft to chase your nth high of the night.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—  masterlist  𓏵 part 2

after carrying your son around in your stomach for 9 months, and pushing through 8 hours of intense labour, you are now staring down at your beautiful baby boy with tired eyes.

he is beautiful, but he looks exactly like his father.

you huff. "he looks exactly like you"

"don't sound too excited" sukuna jokes, smoothing over yujis scarce pink hair.

you inspect the baby further, peering at his pink hair, the exact same shade as his daddy's, as well as the same skin tone and his little mouth laying perfectly flat along his face while he sleeps. your eyes follow his chubby arms and fingers and belly, baby fat almost promising that he will get as big and strong as his dad.

then you look up to his father, kuna's face resting in the same serious line while you watch him watching yuji. you reach up and cup sukuna's cheek. when his gaze meets yours you take in the details of his pretty eyes, his tattoos, and his markings below his eyes.

you snap your head back to yuji.

"kuna he even has your little markings" you whine, "he looks nothing like me... i pushed out your fatass baby and carried him for 9 months the least he could do is look a little like me.." you continued on.

sukuna holds back a laugh and smooths over your hair, "the next one will look exactly like you.. maybe a pretty little girl."

you grumble a little more but inevitably settle down and lay back onto the pillow. with yuji in your arms, and sukuna leaning over you both, carressing yujis face, you all sit there for a while.

yuji babbles a little in his sleep and cracks a little smile. "he must be dreaming" you softly mumble with a smile.

sukuna looks back and forth between you too. "he has your smile"

if you weren't so tired, you would've jumped for joy. "really?" you tuck yourself against sukunas chest, nuzzling him slightly.

he hums.

you’re pouting in the seat of suguru’s all black hellcat srt. your legs crossed and your upper body turned towards the window. “why?” you may ask — because during you two’s “quickie” in the backseat, he mumbled something along the lines of “best pussy i’ve ever had.” — your face scrunched up in disapproval and you tugged his hair. “huh? who else’s pussy have you been in?” you interrogate, pushing a hand to his abdomen to halt his thrusting. “baby..” he exasperates, rolling his amethyst eyes “baby what? get off me.” you scowl, pushing his body off of yours. he sit next to you, pissed off. why did you take everything to heart? you put your mini skirt on and pulled your crop top back over your body. you stepped out of the car and get back into the passengers seat.

“ready whenever you are.” you mumble, buckling your seatbelt. suguru mumbles something under his breath, putting his sweatpants back on as he opens the car door. he gets into the drivers seat and glances over at your upset demeanor. he starts the car and continues your drive to satoru’s party, the music being up the loudest it can to cut through the tension in the car. you clench your jaw and move a manicured hand to turn the music down. “baby, what are you doing?” he asks, his larger hand going to gently hold your wrist. you yank your hand away and cross your arms. “turning down this shit you call music.” you reply knowingly, turning away from him once again. “what’s your problem?” he asks, braking at the stoplight. “you keep talking about other women when we have sex.” you bark out, stomping your foot against the floor of the car.

suguru runs a calloused hand along his sharp features, a dry chuckle leaving his lips. “fuck, y/n. you’re insane.” he sighs, stepping on the gas as soon as the light turns green. “i’m absolutely obsessed with you. i don’t even think of other women when you’re with me.” he explains himself, slowly trailing his hand over to your thigh. “that’s the bare minimum.” you huff out, smacking his hand. “you’re impossible.” he grunts, retracting his hand. “you love it.” you respond, chuckling.

✶⋆.˚ to be loved is to be given a letter from your bf .

⟢ warnings ; MDNI! Suggestive. Also fake human bones (pls don’t let that alarm you💔)

⟢ summary ; it all started when you posted a screenshot of a tiktok on your instagram story. now your beloved bf is scrambling to find a pen and paper

⟢ characters ; Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna Ryomen.

the blunts been out for a minute now, both you and hanta leaned back on the couch facing each other and he’s watching how your eyes stay locked on his abdomen. he flexes subtly and smirks when he sees you press your thighs together.

“you have like.. muscles right?” you drag your eyes back up to his face.

“mhm.” his tongue slides along his bottom lip.

“like abs?” you glance down.

“wanna see?” he tilts his head.

“yes!” you answer too quick, nodding too fast.

“phaha bet you do.” he tosses his head back.

“hanta please?” you let out a little whine.

“come take my shirt off then.” he leans back even further, spreading his legs and looking at you with those heavy eyes.

you crawl across the couch and straddle his hips, fingers curling into the soft fabric of his shirt before you tug it up. you let out a small sound when his muscles come into view while he pulls his shirt the rest of the way off. his stomach flexes when you trace your fingers over the ridges before flattening your palm.

“well?” he raises his brows.

“i..” you blink at him, mind blank besides his muscles. “i wanna ride em.” you whisper.

“what kinda freaky shit do you watch?” he grins, grabbing your waist and scooting you up from his hips to press your cotton shorts right against his abs.

“i just.. i read that- oh!” you gasp, pressing yourself harder and rolling your hips.

“you read about this..” he looks up at you, thumbs rubbing soft circles into your warm skin under your shirt. “and thought about me?” he chuckles when you cover your face.

“hanta don’t be mean.” you stop moving but he picks up your pace right away, pressing you down even harder until- “nghh!!”

“c’mon babygirl.” he coos. “show me that pretty face. ohhh there she is.” he smiles when he sees your wobbling lip. “show me what you read about.” he nods.

you roll your hips, whimpering when your shorts bunch and give you that perfect friction on your clit. you chase the feeling, eyes fluttering shut, tummy blooming with hot pleasure. you gasp when you feel his fingertips tracing up your sides, soft, delicate. he circles your covered nipple and your pace breaks, breath getting caught as he continues his teasing.

“y’look perfect.” he brushes his thumbs over the hardened buds. “you feeling good? this everything you thought it would be?” he flexes his muscles and your face twists.

“yes! mmmf hanta!”

he takes one of your nipples between his fingers, rolling it and tugging softly, smirking at the way you buck your hips. his other hand moves up, dragging a finger up the center of your throat and tracing your lips. he taps once and you part your lips for him to press the pad of his finger on your tongue.

your head’s fuzzy, body so hot you feel the sweat dripping down your neck as you work yourself up. he’s talking so sweetly, touching you like you’re porcelain and with one more tug on your nipple and a flex of his abs your hips still as you lean forward giving him the perfect view of your face as you cum.

he watches you pant, eyes blinking open softly as you come down. “you read about face riding?” he grins.

kageyama drives for ferrari now

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—  masterlist  𓏵 part 2

toji came through the door, taking his gym shoes off immediately. you were on the couch, blanket pulled to your chin. as you heard his heavy footsteps, you looked over the arm of the couch, meeting his own dark, mischief filled eyes. “no.” you said, beginning to sit up. “no, toji. get back.” you smiled, putting a hand out to distance him. “you didn’t miss me?” he said, a sleazy smile on his face. he stalked closer to you, looking through his eyelashes at your form. “don’t run from it, baby. come feel on me.”

before you could protest, he braced both of his hands beside your head, and laid his body weight on you. you smiled, trying to push him away, but ultimately failing. “toji, you smell.” you said, pressing your hands against his chest. “oh, i missed you baby. mm.. couldn’t stop thinking of you.” he murmured against your neck. “i was doing hip thrusts today. i thrusted how much you weigh.” he said, rubbing himself against you, almost like a dog trying to put its scent on something. “that’s when i thought of you.”

you felt something poking your inner thigh, and you scoffed. “you’re nasty.” you said. “i want you.” he mumbled, sitting up between your thighs. he took your hand, and guided it to his heavy bulge. “i trained. just for you.” he said, his voice in a mockingly pleading tone. he moaned as your hand kneaded his bulge, and he looked down at it, watching as you did so. he looked back down at you, biting his lip. “aren’t you proud of me? trained hard as shit so you don’t have to do any work when we’re fucking.” he said, pushing his damp hair off of his forehead.

he grabbed your hips, pulling them closer, so your covered crotch was flush against his bulge. he gave one slow thrust, and smiled. “i know you feel that.” he said, looking down as he began to slowly grind against you. “you don’t have to do anything, yknow. i can do all the work. like i usually do.” he teased, putting wet kisses all over the side of your neck. he grabbed your waist, and effortlessly maneuvered you, so you were straddling him. “it’s okay, baby. you can act like you don’t want it, but i know you do.” he cooed, running his hand down your stomach. he smirked, biting his lip as he noticed you trying to be subtle, as you “adjusted” your position on him.

“see? that’s my girl, always wanting this dick. it’s okay, baby. you don’t have to hide it.”

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