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fast pace.

synopsis ﹒jjk men n their unmatched stamina foreal (ima be honest . . this doesn’t have a specific theme . .)

pairings ﹒satoru gojo, suguru geto, choso kamo, toji fushiguro, kento nanami x f!reader

cw ﹒nsfw MDNI. unedited. desk s3x (satoru gojo, kento nanami) 、mirror s3x 、praise 、t!tplay 、multiple orgasms 、use of names (baby, sweetheart, etc) 、mentions of breeding (choso) 、they’re a tad bit pussydrunk . . just a tad bit!

notes ﹒ITS CHRISTMAS EVE ! ! (merry christmas too) hope everyone is doing well ! and no the title is not a seventeen reference. (i jus couldn’t come up w a title) haven’t wrote a jjk fic in awhile ! i hope this is well . . reblogs r highly appreciated, feel free 2 send me an ask ! — millie ♡ (i was supposed 2 post this on christmas.. oops — future millie)

୨୧ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

“i’d hold onto something if i were you.”

he wasn’t lying when he said that. satoru groaned deeply, his hips thrusting into yours in sync with your moans and cries of pleasure. the special grade sorcerer couldn't help but get aroused from how your body took his cock, his fast pace, his hips slamming against yours, skin slapping against skin.. this mere escape from reality where he could forget about everything else except for the feel of your body beneath him drive him absolutely insane. he wanted more of you, more of your soaking wet pussy. each powerful thrust brought forth another grunt or sigh of satisfaction from both of them, you struggled to keep your grip on the soft pillows beneath.

"fuck, angel.. you're so tight," he panted between breaths, his hands gripping your waist tightly. "i forgot how much i missed this." satoru’s own cock throbbed against your damp core, straining to be released inside you once more. your passionate lovemaking with satoru was euphoric, to say the least.. he had no goal besides making sure you reached climax after climax, painting his cock creamy white. “like it when i fuck you this fast, baby? does it arouse you how fast i can fuck this pretty pussy?” his thumb rubbed against your clit, chuckling as you struggled beneath him. “s—satoru . . i just came please don’t say things like that . . ‘s embarrassing!” “but you do, don’t you?”

୨୧ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

"turn around and look at me," suguru ordered, his voice husky with desire. the larger male behind you positioned himself between your spread legs once more, a chuckle rumbled from his throat as he traced his teeth along your shoulder blade, making your body shiver. “watch yourself take my cock baby," he growled, thrusting inside your wet cunny again, watching as his body moved in sync with your own. “s-suguru..” you could barely mutter out proper sentences as his speed was almost too much for you, causing your plump breasts to bounce wildly against the cold surface of the mirror with your nipples all hard and erect for him to touch and pinch all he wanted . . . the mark of your growing desire evident on your skin. “keep your eyes on the mirror, just like that.”

his agility always impressed you, there was just something about him that made you want him more.. how he can last many rounds nonstop. his thick cock bullied itself into your warm insides, it was like he was claiming you as his as he increased the pace, pounding into your with nothing but pure desire . . . claiming your pretty pussy as his own. “would you look at that? there’s a bulge down there, sweetheart. can you see it? can you feel my cock filling you up? about to breed you full of my cum?” he ran a hand over the huge bulge on your stomach, his eyes never leaving yours on the mirror. “fascinating, isn’t it?”

୨୧ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

choso’s stamina was also amazing . . it was impressive. he could go on for hours and hours, bullying his cock right up against your cervix and he wouldn’t be tired! a low groan escaped choso’s lips as he felt your warmth enveloping his twitching entirely within your pussy, stretching you just right while you tried accommodating him perfectly. sweat trickled down his forehead as his hair was damp from all the lovemaking you both had been doing since you were laid upon the bed, his hips began to move rhythmically . . . thrusting in and out of your tight channel with a sense of urgency and desperation that made you gasp. “c-choso . . hng . . are you not tired yet? my legs feel so sticky . .”

you cried out in pleasure, the disgusting sounds of squelching and stickiness filled the quietness of the room, his quick pace causing waves of pleasure to course through both of them. “no, no not yet . . s-still need you, ‘m sorry . . i need to fill you up to the brim!” his powerful thrust brought him deeper into your aching core, claiming you completely. his cockhead ramming within you made you see all stars in the universe as you could’ve sworn he came inside you again, your stomach bloating slightly from how much he was filling you up. you couldn’t even count how many times he came! “doin’ s-so so good, pretty . . so so good . . gonna breed you full, yeah? fuck . . gonna breed you full of my kids, gonna make you a mommy, i wanna see it happen . . please please please.”

୨୧ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

it’s not surprising that toji had very good stamina during sex, it’s like he was trying to put you in a wheelchair . . the headboard slamming against the wall of your room as he fucked you on his cock with his impressive pace. toji growled with satisfaction, his cock throbbing violently in anticipation. “c’mon, slut . . let me claim you properly," he whispered with a smirk against your ear; thrusting faster and harder, his hips slapping against yours in monstrous speed that made your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. “fuck . . you like taking big cock like this don’t you?” his hands reached around to grab hold of your ass, squeezing them tightly while using them for leverage to increase the pace of his hips. “toji . . too fast!”

“you feel so fucking good on my cock, babe," he panted between heavy breaths. "tell me how much you want this, how you want my cock to ravage your insides, fuckin’ tell me.” a deep chuckle left his throat as he spun you around ti your stomach, slowly inserting his shaft back into your tight cunt grabbed a handful of your hair, tugging at it roughly. “i’m gonna fuck you silly tonight, baby. c’mon. show me just how much you can take, prove to me that you’re worthy of getting fucked by my cock like this, moan more for me.” you could only whimper incoherently, unable to form coherent words but expressing your desire through your body.

୨୧ 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

honestly . . he’s such a sweetheart, his stamina is impressive yet he always stops to make sure you’re okay! nanami’s tongue would dance around your sensitive nipples, his other fingers teasing the other one as he sought to pleasure you in any way possible. " . . you taste pretty," he murmured against your nipple, the tip of his tongue rubbing all around it. he continued his slow and deliberate loving on your most intimate parts, savoring the sound of your moans and whimpers as he worked you up towards another orgasm. that was until he thrusts his hardened cock inside you once more. his thrusts were fast and harsh as he savoured the way your cunt spasmed around him almost immediately, eyes slightly widening when he saw a look of discomfort on your face.

nanami groaned softly, his thrusts slowing down slightly. "i’m sorry," he managed to mutter between heavy breaths. "this is too fast for you, i apologize.” nanami pulled out almost completely, allowing your body to adjust before slowly pushing back in again, this time giving you more time to accommodate him. his impressive rhythm picked up gradually, becoming more gentle and partially quick yet equally passionate. his moans of pleasure mixed with your cries, creating an erotic symphony that reverberated throughout the office as he fucked you full on his desk, some documents falling off. “my sincere apologies, darling . .” he grabbed hold of your hips, lifting you upwards and impaling himself fully into your tightness once more. the blonde began to pound into you faster and harder than before, driving them both closer to climax as he soothed you with kisses. “you’re doing great, i’m here sweetheart . . you’re taking it so well.”

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your mistake is thinking healing will always feel good, and not often like molting while clung to dead tree bark

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“Living weapon” covers a lot and all of it is hot

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Little sad eyes, I’m a little lonely too.

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König is the type to simply tell his partner to quit if they complain about work. (Work is beating me)

Engel- work was so hard today😞

König- quit

E- what?

YES honey you don't even know!!! He would try to make you quit your job at every turn 🥲

And lol now I have to share this little snippet from the König x escapee!Engel wip:

"I... I'm having trouble with the boiler," you whisper a muffled confession somewhere in his shirt. "And the lock on the back door doesn't work…"

You don't want to think about work, or broken locks, or boilers that turn themselves off in the middle of your warm shower. You don't want to go to bed alone; you don't want to sleep without a big, safe form right there by your side, even if König has the annoying habit of stealing half the bed when he's fast asleep. You don't want to hunt for a job and have no one to cry about your stupid little life to.

But most of all, you don't want to live without him and his care.

A deep intake of air tells you that he is horrified that you have slept here without a lock on one of the doors. First the bed and now this...?

"I will fix everything tonight," he announces, and you believe him. König always had a knack for machinery and things like that. Somehow, he always knows how everything works. How even humans work.

"I don't even have a job yet," you sniffle more confessions in his musk. You know you shouldn't gift him any more weapons, but his scent always makes you regress into this... helpless little thing.

"Engel, this is nonsense. You don't need a job," he declares even more softly as he caresses your hair. "Your job is being mine."

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Silly old men

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ice cream day

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There are three kinds of people. Based on this post.

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— impatience (mini)

pairing: izuku midoriya x fem! reader

contains: nsfw content (18+; minors + ageless blogs dni), aged up characters; thighriding, orgasm control/denial, overstimulation

notes: i wrote this at 2 am. horny. unbetad. i don’t think i forgot to tag anything but please do tell me if i did. goodnight

izuku midoriya is nothing if not patient. giving. he’s so sweet and kind that you can’t help but love him. so willing to do any and everything to make you happy—to see you smile. he’s so patient with you, so lenient, relaxed. you swear you’ve never even heard him raise his voice, even a little bit.

every time you see him, he’s always smiling. one seems to be glued to his face, presented to everyone, but there’s something there that’s reserved for you and you only. nothing about him is noticeably different, he still talks like he used to, laughs like he used to. his eyes still twinkle like they do when he sees all might. but there’s a flash of something impatient in his eyes, dwindling. a rope being pulled and pulled until it snaps.

he gives into your every need, every desire, every want. indulges you even when he doesn’t have the time, sitting you on his lap or fucking you with his fingers when he has hero work to do. but this time? he’s a little fed up.

“use your words,” he says to you, voice low in your ear, firm hands holding you steady in his lap. “what do you want?”

“to—to come,” it comes out as a choked sob, born of overstimulation and impatience. the heat between your thighs burns like the sun. flowing through your body, from your fingers to your toes—throbbing, aching, like no other. but you deserve it, you think. you’ve not been good, like you’re supposed to be.

izuku hums, and gives you a little squeeze. he’s not minded you rutting against him before, grinding your weeping clit on his thigh, desperate to cum. to get the release that he can give you; whining and whimpering his name, pleading for him to give in and touch you already. but that’s not how you learn your lesson, no. that’s how you get what you want, and not learn anything at all. he thinks you’re so cute like this, so needy. working yourself to the point of near orgasm, then bringing it back down again. so pathetic, so helpless. his name, “izu,” slips from your lips between gasps, breathy and soft all the same.

“why should i let you come? hm.” you let out a soft ‘fuck’, that makes him laugh mirthlessly, “go on, tell me.”

“because i’m—i’m good,” you keen, and he hums in question. “i’ll be good, i promise, izu,” hiccuping, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt to hold yourself up, fearing his hands aren’t enough, “i’ll be more—more than good, please—please let me come.”

izuku plants a kiss to your forehead, steadying you with his hands—pressing your hips closer to him, he spreads his legs to give you more room, “again.”

sensitive, you rock your hips slowly, clumsily. you’re still there, close—teetering around the edge, warmth pitching a tent your belly. it gives you butterflies and swallows you up as your jaw goes slack, unable to stop the moans that escape you. it gets worse and worse with every rock of your hips, and the tighter izuku’s grip gets. surreal, bruising, dragging your wet cunt against his clothed thigh, dampening his pants. debauched, flushed, shameless. it’s humiliating, even if it is him. especially because it’s him.

he knows. he can tell by the way you tremble, burning from the inside out, searing hot. your movements become more ragged, more desperate, grinding down onto his thigh like it’ll kill you. you plea, you cry for him to let you cum. he’ll let you, this time.

he doesn’t relent even then, letting you fuck yourself on him through your orgasm, as intense and shocking as it is, coming over you in waves—telling you to keep going; keep fucking yourself through it, he says, scarred fingers digging into the fat of your hips as you ride him, cunt drooling and slicking with every thrust.

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Bakugou is the type of partner to say “this shit sucks. I miss my partner, I’m going home” and just leave.

Boys night? Fucking boring when he could be hanging out with his s/o.

His bachelor’s party? Why the fuck aren’t they there? Shit’s lame. He’s leaving

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