Y’all forgive me for being TMI & MIA, but my husband just fucked me so good that my heart palpitations flared up. (I’m only 25 and have anxiety so ntm on me)
Tag which jjk/aot member you think would give y/n palpitations after sex and/or vice versa.
CW: fingering, unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving)
You get home after your third 12 hour shift. You're beyond exhausted and can't wait to get home. You pull into the driveway of your townhouse and you see a basket on the porch. You walk up to it and notice its another “care package” from your sweet neighbor, Armin. You smile as you look down at the baked goods and read the notecard he left you
Hope you're not too exhausted after saving lives. Here's some banana-nut muffins, made from scratch. Enjoy!
You walk in with the basket he left you and make your way inside to shower away the day, making a mental note to head over to thank him later.
After your very long and hot shower you throw on some clothes and head over to Armin’s to tell him thank you. You knock lightly on the door and step back, waiting for him to answer.
“Hey y/n, did you get the basket i left” he says as he opens the door
“Yes i did, thank you so much you are too kind. Please let me make it up to you. You have no idea how much that brightened my day” you say as you pull him into a hug.
“No need! I noticed you've been working some extra shifts at the hospital and though you could use a pick me up”
“Armin please, you have to let me pay you back for these you must have spent forever making them”
“You can thank me by coming in for dinner! I'm baking a chicken, id love for you to try it”
You stepped through the door into Armin's half of the town house. It was cozy, something you'd expect from an English professor. He had books all over and a few pictures hanging on the wall and even his multiple degrees.
You smelled the cooking and your stomach growled. During your shift as a nurse you barely get time to eat and realized this would be your first meal of the day
“Thank you again, I really appreciate it when you bake for me. It's nice to know that someone thinks about me from time to time. Please armin, is there anything i could do for you don't hesitate to let me know” you said as you took a seat on his couch
“I really enjoy baking and I know you work long hours. If you really want to do something for me, you can keep me company while I cook dinner. My friend Eren bailed on me. I'm trying that baked chicken recipe you gave me, mind helping me out in the kitchen?”
You stood up and made you way to the kitchen
“So after you place it in the oven you baste it…how often again?” he asked
“Every 30 minutes, how long has it been?” you respond
“Its been about 45 minutes, should be done in about another 30 minutes if im doing this right” he laughed as he basted the chicken once more
He walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of stella rosa, your favorite after work drink
‘Want a glass?” he asked
“Please, make it a big one”
He laughed as he poured you a large glass of wine. He handed it to you and you took a long sip, enjoying the sweetness of the drink
“Long day?”
“Yes, and it was awful. 3 code blues back to back and of course we were short staffed again”
“Oh I'm so sorry, are you getting any time off soon?”
“I requested the week off next week, here's to hoping they approve my PTO”
You raised the glass and took another long sip
“What about you? How's your classes going?”
“Not bad. My students turned in another essay this week, unfortunately i had to fail one of my best student for obviously using AI”
“Yuck, fuck AI”
“I agree, it just so easy to come up with the concepts on your own, plus the paper flows better when you use your own words”
“I remember writing papers in nursing school, I always felt like i never knew what i was talking about”
“Im sure your papers were great”
You stared at Armin for a long time, for once you noticed how blue his eyes are. Like an ocean. And your not sure if its the wine, the way he has his sleeves rolled up, or the fact you havent been fucked in years but you were ready to dive in head first.
Your face got hot as your thoughts ran wild. You took another sip and listened mindlessly at what he was saying. You noticed small muscles under his shirt and wondered how strong he actually was
“Do you workout often” you asked
“Not often but sometimes. My friend Eren owns a gym and I can go as often as I want. I haven't been recently because of the papers I've been grading.”
“Can I see your biceps?”
“Sure”
You were expecting him to roll up his sleeves but armin opted to take off his whole shirt. He flexed for you and showed you his biceps but you were distracted by the abs you could see forming on his abdomen. The wine mixed with the fact you're also ovulating had you seeing stars. He was speaking to you but you were too far in a daze to listen
“y/n? Hello? Can you hear me?”
“What?” you said with a blank stare
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah im fine its just - i’m- nothing im fine i swear”
“You seemed out of it…”
“Yeah it's just that…”
You thought for a second before you continued speaking. You took one more sip of wine before you let the liquid courage get the best of you
“..i didn't know you were so fine Armin”
He smiled and blushed at your statement
“Why thank you, I do notice my students' lingering stares from time to time. I've noticed yours too”
You can’t help the giggle that comes from your lips at his comment.
“Can you blame me?” You ask gesturing to the shirtless man in front of you.
He looks down at himself and can’t help but laugh at himself.
“Well don’t be embarrassed, I often find myself glancing at you every now and again. In all honesty, I truly find myself hearing you more than I see you.”
“Hearing me?”
“You think I can't hear the little rose toy after those long shifts? You think those moans are quiet but these walls are thin”
You grabbed the whole bottle of wine off the counter and took a large sip
“Would you like to hear me up close and personal, since you enjoy the show so much?”
He smirked at your comment and walked closer toward where you were standing. You stood upright and looked him directly in those captivating eyes. You both wadded in the sexual tension for a minute before he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you towards him. Your lips crashed and you fell into a passionate kiss.
“You want me to fuck you right here or take it to the bedroom” he whispered in your ear
“Right here armin, fuck me on the counter” you moaned in response
He lifted you up and placed you on the kitchen counter, you take this opportunity to squeeze and massage his muscles. His lips trail down your neck and another desperate whine leaves your lips.
“You sound so pretty baby.” He mumbles against your skin and your body shivers in return.
You let out a gasp when he picks you up and he swallows your sounds by attaching your lips together once again.
You continued kissing and your tongues intertwined with one another, the clanging sound of utensils rang your ears as everything was swept off the table.
His large hands pull your shorts down to your ankles and you kick them off with urgency, he stands up and his eyes lock in on your dripping cunt.
“You’re so gorgeous” He leans in for another kiss and you happily oblige.
His warm fingertips gently trail over your sensitive clit. You moaned and he rubbed tiny circles on your bud. He slipped his middle finger into your now dripping cunt.
He placed light kisses on your neck and trailed down your body until he was face to face with your pussy
“She’s so happy to see me” he says before placing a kiss on your clit
He spreads your lips with his fingers and his tongue glides across your folds
“You’re just as sweet as I imagined you’d be”
Your hands tangle in his blond hair and your back arches as he continues sucking your soul through your clit
He slips another finger in your dripping cunt causing you to softly moan his name
His tongue works wonders on your clit while his fingers work that spongy spot inside you
Your body shakes as your orgasm washes over you. You expected him to come up for air, but he continues working your cunt with his fingers and tongue.
“Just one more please” he whispers as he continues to tongue fuck you to your next orgasm.
Your legs begin to close around his head as the overstimulation gets the best of you and his free hand pins your thighs open
You’re sure the neighbors can hear you moaning his name over and over but let this be a lesson to them on just how thin these walls really are.
Your back arches and you feel the knot in your stomach forming again
“armin please” you moan as your grip on his hair tightens
“Mmhm, since you asked so nicely I’ll go easy on you this time” he hummed in response and decided to come up for air.
He curled his fingers and hit that spot inside you causing you to see white and another orgasm overcame you
“Oh my god!” You screamed behind your hand, your poor thighs are soaked in your mess and continuously shaking.
He stood up and looked you directly in the eye, face soaked in your essence
He lowered his pants and his dick sprung free. Your mouth watered at the sight of his dick in front of you
Pink tip leaking precum, he grabbed the shaft and started stroking it softly.
“You like what you see?”
You nodded in response unable to speak, still working on catching your breath from earlier.
He walked closer to you and grabbed your hips to pull you closer to the edge of the counter. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and waited for him to make a move. he lined his tip at your entrance and you couldn’t help the whine that escaped you.
He slid in slowly until he bottomed out and you both gasped.
“So wet for me baby” he pressed his forehead against yours and let out a small whimper.
He started off slow, sliding in and out at a steady pace but you needed more.
You wanted Armin to fuck you like he meant it. You needed him to destroy you in the moment.
“P-please armin, more”
Without hesitation, he pulled you off the counter and quickly bent you over it.
Sliding back in but this time he didn't take his time. He started fucking you just like you wanted it. The sound of skin slapping filled the room as Armin continued pounding into you
You were in a daze. This is not what you expected from your sweet neighbor who constantly baked for you but you weren't going to complain. He was hitting your g-spot with every stroke making your vision blur.
“Fuck- just like that” you moaned
“Yeah? You like that baby? You like when i fuck you like this?”
“Y-yes, fuck, i like when you fuck me like this”
Your words were music to his ears. Armin grabbed your neck and squeezed. Not hard but just enough to make your head spin. Armin was relentless behind you. Fucking you hard and making sure you felt good
That familiar knot in your stomach tightened again
“Im gonna c-cum”
“Yeah baby, cum for me. Right on my dick make a mess baby”
The knot snapped and you came hard for Armin. You soaked his thighs and even made a mess on the floor but he didn't mind. It was exactly what he wanted from you. He bit his lip at the sight in front of him. He was in heaven. His vision also started to blur as he reached his orgasm. His pace faltered but he quickly regrouped and continued fucking you through your high.
“This pussy’s gonna make me cum. Let me cum inside baby please”
“Please, inside me. I need to feel you fill m-me up”
He didn't need to hear anything else. A few more hard strokes and Armin was emptying himself inside you. You moaned as the warm cum filled you to the brim and dripped out covering his dick. He stayed inside you while you both caught your breath. After a few minutes he slid out and rubbed your back
“Wanna shower?”
“As long as you come with me”
You both headed towards the shower but stopped in your tracks.
“Armin….the chicken”
“Oh shit..”
After realizing the chicken was burnt you decided to order food. You showered as you waited for the delivery
Armin was sweet and washed you off as you stood in the shower together. He gently ran the washcloth over your body and helped you clean up.
Once the shower was done the food had arrived. You both sat on the couch and watched tv as you ate and enjoyed each other's company
Warnings: Milf!Reader, Toji is the readers ex bf, dirty talk, overstimulation, unprotected sex, pet names, squirting.
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When you and your ex broke up a few months ago, you swore up and down that anytime you two communicated it would be about your daughter.
That was until your ovulation week came with a vengeance and you were ready to hump anything; from the couch, to the pillows, and apparently your ex boyfriend.
“Jesus Christ, what’s gotten into you mama?” Toji asks with a slick smirk on his face.
You respond with a breathless moan and continue bouncing in his lap, the sound of skin slapping amplifies with each bounce.
“heh, I guess it’s me that’s gotten into you.”
“Y-you’re so fucking corny.”
“Awe, she doesn’t seem to mind though” he mumbles as he begins to tease your poor clit.
His smirk slowly turns into a sinister smile at how your back arches and your chest pressed against his.
Your poor cunt continues sucking him in deeper and deeper with each rough press of his hips. The sound of squelching intensifies each time his swollen tip kisses your needy cervix.
“C-cumming!” You gasp is swallowed by his lips as he pulls you into a nasty tongue kiss.
Your soppy cunt continues pulsating around his thick cock as more of your sticky slick drips down to his heavy balls.
“ ‘m not done with you yet, pretty girl.” He flips you over to your back in one swift movement and rest his heavy cock head between your puffy lips.
“Don’t start that teasing shit Fushi- AH!” You choke on a moan when his fat tip erratically rubs over your overstimulated nub.
The older man can’t help but laugh at how easy your attitude switches when you suddenly get what you want.
“Let’s not forget babydoll-“ He lets out a low grunt while moving back into your warm embrace, your bottom lip is developing bite marks with each hot inch that slides in.
“You called me over here.” He finishes his sentence at the same time his cock head kisses your needy cervix.
You wish you could say that you regret calling him over, but deep down inside you can’t get enough.
“A-and nobody said you had to c-come” You can’t help the smirk that shows on your face.
Toji opens his mouth to rebuttal but stops in his tracks when your wrap your thick legs around his waist, choking on a deep moan instead.
“Princess…” he says with a cautious tone.
You giggle mischievously and wrap your arms around his neck, forcing your lips obly inches apart.
You swear you see him lean in a little bit before you pull yourself back.
“You’re playin a dangerous fucking game, and you know it.” A large hand wraps around your throat before he pounds into your dripping pussy once again.
The whites of your eyes are more prominent as ever, each tug of his veiny cock brings you closer to the edge and pulls out more of your sweet slick in the process.
Toji begins to let out a mantra of groans as you get tighter and tighter with every push of his hips.
“ ‘m gonna make a mess” Your mouth falls open in pleasure as your cunt gushes an drips onto the bed sheets below you.
Toji’s grip on your throat loosens and he pulls you in by the back of your neck for a sloppy kiss. Your noses messily bump into each other and his own teeth find comfort in your bottom lip.
“You keep tempting me, ‘s like you want me to breed you again.” You mewl and slightly nod at his statement.
Toji lets out a guttural moan when his heavy, full balls tighten at the look of desperation on your face.
“P-please, put another one in me.” You weakly reach a hand up and tangle it in his black locks.
You solidify your action by locking your ankles together behind his back; The Finisher as he likes to call it.
He presses his forehead against yours and locks eyes with you as hips pick up speed. Precum oozing out in thick drops and mixing with your sticky juices.
Toji gives you a few more harsh thrust before emptying himself inside of you. You whimper in overstimulation with each twitch of his spent cock.
“Y-you’re fucking evil.” He mumbles against your collarbone.
You’re lost in the rhythm of sorting clothes until your best friend, Connie, breaks the silence with a question that catches you off guard. When your verbal answer doesn't cut it, he takes matters into his own hands, trading the laundry for a vocal demonstration you won't forget.
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The late afternoon sun filtered through your bedroom window, catching the dust motes dancing over the piles of clothes scattered across your bed. You were in the middle of a seasonal purge, folded tops and bottoms from your many styles and phases; Alt, Goth, Coquette, Bohemian, Y2K—the list is long—forming towers around you. You were currently sporting a matching set—a tiny top that showed off the curve of your waist and soft, low-slung pj pants with little Snoppys that dragged slightly on the floor.
Connie was sprawled out across the foot of your bed, looking entirely too comfortable for someone who was just "waiting for his phone to charge." He was dressed down in cotton shorts and a graphic tee that stretched across his chest. The most distracting thing about him was his hair. He’d recently let it grow out just enough to bleach it and dye it with leopard-print spots—a look that was objectively strange, yet somehow, on him, it looked rugged and cool.
He was scrolling through your phone with a casualness that only came from years of being best friends. You didn't mind; you had nothing to hide, and usually, he was just looking for memes or checking the score of a game.
You were folding a sweater, your brow furrowed in concentration, when his thumb suddenly stopped moving. The room went quiet, save for the distant sound of traffic outside.
"Hey," he said, his voice dropping into a lower, suspiciously casual register.
"Yeah?" You didn't look up, struggling with a stubborn wrinkle in the wool.
"How loud do you get?"
You stopped mid-fold. You blinked, slowly turning your head to look at him. Connie wasn't looking at you yet; he was staring intently at the screen, a little smirk playing on his lips.
"Excuse me?" you asked, your tranquil energy replaced by a sharp, stunned edge. "What did you just ask me?"
He finally looked up, and the look in his eyes was pure mischief—that classic, goofy Connie spark, but with a new, heavy layer of heat you weren't used to seeing. He didn't look embarrassed at all. If anything, he looked challenged.
"I asked how loud you get," he repeated, tilting the phone toward you. "During sex. Like, are we talking neighbors call the cops or just muffled whimpers?"
"Give me that!" You lunged for the phone, but he lifted it high above his head, using his reach to keep it away. You ended up hovering over him, your chest inches from his face, your calm expression now dampened, twisting into something abashed. "What are you even looking at? Why would you ask me that?"
"Relax, I'm not just being a creep," he laughed, his free hand coming up to rest on your hip to steady you as you leaned over him. His palm was warm, and his fingers dug slightly into the soft fabric of your pj pants.
"Mikasa texted you. Apparently, she’s overthinking things with Eren. She asked 'how loud is too loud' because she knows he likes hearing her, but she’s terrified of embarrassing herself."
He pulled the phone back down, his hazel eyes locking onto yours. The goofiness was still there, but his gaze dragged slowly down to your mouth and then back up.
"It got me thinking," he murmured, his thumb absentmindedly stroking the skin of your hip. "Since you’re always so bubbly and talkative... I bet you’re a screamer. I bet you don’t know how to keep your mouth shut when things get good."
You snatched the phone out of his hand, huffing as you sat back on your heels. "You’re so gross. And for your information, I am a lady."
"A 'lady' who's getting all coy because I mentioned her vocal cords," he teased, sitting up and leaning close enough that his shoulder brushed yours. "Come on. Tell me. If I were the one in there with you, would you be making enough noise to wake up the whole floor? Or would you be trying to hide it?"
You stared at the text from Mikasa, your heart hammering a rhythm that had nothing to do with the laundry. You could feel him watching you—waiting, playful, and far too observant.
To: Mikasa 🩷
> Don't overthink it. If Eren likes hearing you, that's all that matters. Just be yourself and do what feels natural in the moment—there’s no such thing as too loud when it’s someone you love. You won’t embarrass yourself!!
You hit send and tossed the phone onto the pile of clothes.
Connie was still hovering, his eyes fixed on the screen. "So? What'd the expert have to say? Give me the details."
"Stop being nosy. That’s girl talk." you teased, sticking your tongue out at him.
"Oh, come on, I'm the one who gave you the phone!" He reached for it, but you swiped it away, tucking it behind your back.
"Too bad. You’ve officially lost your phone privileges," you said with a playful glare. "Go back to your own device."
"Fine," he muttered, but he didn't move toward his phone. Instead, he lunged forward, his large hands catching your waist and hauling you onto his lap. You yelped as he forced you to straddle him, your knees digging into the mattress on either side of his hips.
For a second, the playfulness shifted. He just wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest and burying his face in your shoulder. "Sorry," he mumbled into your skin, his voice muffled and unusually soft. "I'm being annoying."
You softened, your hands coming up to rest on his shoulders, fingers grazing the leopard-print fuzz of his hair. "You really are, but I'm used to it."
Suddenly, he gripped your hips and rolled, pinning you onto your back against the bed. Before you could even catch your breath, his fingers were digging into your sides.
"Connie! No! Stop it!" You shrieked, your legs kicking out as you dissolved into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. You were squirming, trying to shield your ribs, but he was relentless, his face lit up with a mischievous grin. "Stop—Connie, I swear—I'll beat your ass! Constance!"
He stopped abruptly, his hands hovering over you, laughing as he remembered the last time you’d followed through on the threat. "Alright, alright! Don't kill me now."
He let his weight settle on you, laying his head on your chest and listening to your racing heart. The room was quiet for a moment, just the two of you breathing in the afternoon heat.
Then, his voice came out low, vibrating against your ribs. "I bet you moan and beg for more, even when it's too much. You seem like the type who doesn't know when to quit."
You scoffed, your hand coming down to playfully shove at his head. "Please. That sounds like projection. You’re probably the one who gets all whiny and needy the second things get intense."
Connie lifted his head, his chin resting on your sternum as he looked up at you. The goofiness was gone, replaced by a dark, steady challenge in his eyes that made your stomach flip.
"Whiny, huh?" he repeated, a slow, dangerous smirk spreading across his face. "You want to find out?"
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The shift from best friends to this was like a physical blow. One minute you were laughing about laundry, and the next, Connie had you stripped and bent over the edge of the mattress. The playful goofy Connie was buried under a layer of raw, unchecked hunger, though that signature streak of mischief was still very much alive—and it was meaner now.
He was behind you, his large hands reaching around to grip your jaw, forcing your head back and down as he drove into you from behind. The leopard-print spots on his head were a blur of motion as he worked, his chest slapping against your back with every heavy, rhythmic thrust.
"Connie—ah! Fuuck—you’re so deep—" you cried out, your voice echoing off the bedroom walls. Your fingers dug into the tangled sheets, your back arching as he hit a spot that made your toes curl. "Connie, please—"
He let out a sharp, jagged laugh, his fingers squeezing your jaw a little tighter. "'Connie,'" he mimicked, his voice a perfect, cruel imitation of your high-pitched, desperate tone. "'Oh—Fuuck, you’re so deep!' God, you’re even louder than I thought you’d be. The neighbors definitely know who's fucking you, don't they?"
"Shut up!" you hissed, trying to turn your head, but he just used his grip to keep you pinned.
"Make me," he challenged, his voice dropping into a gravelly rasp as he increased the pace, fucking you with a mean, relentless energy that had you gasping for air.
You’d had enough of him having the upper hand. As he lunged forward again, you planted your hands firmly on the bed and pushed back against him, meeting his thrust with a sharp, aggressive roll of your hips. You clamped your walls around him as tight as you could, a slick, lewd sound filling the space between you.
"You like that, Connie?" you whispered, your voice dropping into a dark, sultry purr. "You like how tight I am? You're shaking."
A high, thin whine escaped his throat—the exact sound you’d called him out on earlier. He tried to cover it with a grunt, but you heard it. You reached back, your fingers find his jaw, mimicking the way he’d held you. You pulled his face closer to yours, your eyes flashing with a dangerous sort of triumph.
"What was that, baby?" you teased, your voice dripping with a honeyed, cruel sweetness as you felt him throb violently inside you. You leaned back, feeling his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against you. "Sounded a little whiny to me. A little desperate."
You shifted your hips, grinding back slow and heavy against him, watching his eyes roll back as he let out a strangled, needy sound
"How about this..." you whispered, your breath hot against his ear, "after you're done fucking me like a good boy, I tie you down? I’m gonna spread those thighs and tie you to the headboard. I'll play with this dick until you're crying sobbing for me. I'll get you right to the edge, let you see the stars, and then I’ll just... stop. I’ll make you wait until you’re begging me to let you cum."
You pulled back just enough to look him in the eye, a wicked smirk playing on your lips as you saw the raw hunger in his gaze. His breath hitched and for a split second, he looked completely undone, his resolve wavering under the sheer audacity of your words.
"Fuck..." he breathed, the word breaking in the middle. But then his eyes darkened, and he shoved your hand away, grabbing your hips and slamming into you with a force that knocked the wind out of you.
"You're so fucking nasty," he gritted out, his jaw tight as he regained control. His voice was thicker now, more desperate. "Think you're in charge because you heard a little noise? Forget it. You're not the one doing the work right now."
He leaned down, burying his face in the crook of your neck, biting at the skin where your shoulder met your collarbone. His teeth grazed you with a sharp, possessive hunger that made you yelp, the sound echoing in the humid quiet of the room.
"Keep talking like that and I'll make sure you can't scream anything but my name for the next hour," he rasped, his breath hot and damp against your pulse. "You want to see 'whiny'? I’ll show you who’s begging by the time I’m through."
He didn't wait for a rebuttal. He began to tease you, using shallow, agonizing strokes that barely crested your entrance before pulling all the way out. Each time he retreated, you felt the cool air hit your slick skin, making you whimper and reach back, your hips stuttering in a desperate attempt to find the friction he was stealing. Whenever a particularly pathetic sound left your lips, he was right there, whispering it back to you in that mocking, ruined voice, forcing you to hear exactly how much he was affecting you.
"Is that a moan, princess?" he whispered, his thumb catching a stray tear on your cheek as he hovered at the very edge of you. "Sounded a lot like a 'please' to me. Say it. Say 'Please, Connie, fuck me for real.'"
The ghosting strokes were driving you insane, making your skin itch and your core ache with an empty, throbbing need. You were trembling, your forehead pressed into the mattress, your breath coming in short, jagged hitches that betrayed your every thought.
You couldn’t take the teasing anymore.
"Please," you finally broke, the word cracking in your throat like a dry branch. "Connie, please... fuck me for real. Stop teasing."
He let out a low, triumphant hum, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your back. "That’s my girl," he whispered, mocking the way your voice had gone small and desperate. "'Please, Connie...' Much better."
He didn’t just give it to you, though. He grabbed your waist, his fingers digging into your hips with an athletic, predatory strength, and hauled you upright. He flipped you over in one fluid motion, the sheets tangling around your legs as he crowded over you immediately.
He pinned your wrists beside your head, his sweat-slicked chest heaving as he looked down at you. This was exactly what you wanted—to see the way his hazel eyes were blown wide with lust, the way his leopard-print was damp and mess, and the way his jaw was set in a hard, possessive line.
He didn't waste another second. He hiked your legs over his broad shoulders, opening you up completely, and drove in. It was a deep, soul-shattering thrust that bottomed out instantly, the sheer volume of him making you scream his name into the quiet of the room.
"Yeah, you like that?" he rasped, his face inches from yours, his pupils dilated until they swallowed the hazel. He began to fuck you with a frantic, messy energy, his hips snapping against yours with a rhythmic, wet slap. "Look at you. Face-to-face and you still can't keep it together."
"Connie—ahn, you're so—mghn—" You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down so you could bite his shoulder, trying to stifle the sounds you were making, but he wouldn't let you hide.
He let out a ragged laugh, his head falling back as he hit that spot again, deep and certain. "What happened to that big talk, huh? What happened to tying me down?" He started mocking your moans again, right into your mouth, his tongue grazing yours as he imitated the pathetic, high-pitched whines you were making.
"You’re so loud, sweetheart. I bet the whole building knows you’re taking it right now."
You were losing your mind. The friction was perfect, and the way he was looking at you—with that mix of intense love and bratty, mocking mischief—was pushing you over the edge. You arched your back, your fingers digging into his shoulder blades, scratching thin red lines into his skin.
"I hate you," you gasped, even as you tilted your hips to take him deeper, wanting to feel every ridge of him.
"Liar." he grunted, his rough pace accelerating, breath hitching in that way you knew meant he was getting close. He leaned down, his nose brushing yours, his eyes locking onto yours with a sudden, startling intensity. "You love it," he rasped, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly vibration that you felt in your chest as much as your ears.
"You love this dick. You love that I’m the only one who can make you sound like this—screaming and crying like a brat when I hit that spot."
You let out a shaky, broken laugh, your fingers digging into the corded muscle of his shoulders. The overstimulation was peaking, making you feel reckless, your mind hazy from the way he’d just dismantled you.
"Yeah?" you whispered, your voice thick and syrupy. You tilted your head back, exposing your throat, your eyes fluttering as you felt him twitch inside you. "And what about you? Look at you... obsessed with me. You're such a slut for this pussy, aren't you? Following me around all day, acting all tough, but the second I let you touch it, you lose your damn mind."
His jaw locked, a vein jumping in his temple. He didn't like the truth of it, but he couldn't deny it. He ground his hips forward, a slow, punishing roll that made you moan.
"I’m the slut?" he asked, his hand leaving the bed to wrap firmly around your throat—not enough to hurt, just enough to make you feel the weight of his possession. "When you're the one dripping all over the bed? When you're the one begging for me to go deeper because you can't get enough?"
"You are," you provoked, your voice a breathless dare. You reached down, your nails dragging over his sweat-slicked hip. "All that muscle, all that mouth, and you still work yourself into a frenzy just to get a taste of me. You’re addicted, baby. You’d do anything to keep me under you like this."
He let out a low, guttural sound. He didn't argue. Instead, he pulled back just enough to slam back home, his pace turning fast, crude, and unapologetically dirty.
"Yeah, I am," he gritted out, his forehead dropping to yours as he hammered into you. "I want to live inside you. I want to fill you so full of my cum you can't even stand up straight. I want to make you cum all over my dick until your crying."
He wasn't being careful anymore. He was taking what he wanted, his movements raw and rhythmic, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing through the room like a steady, filthy heartbeat.
"That's it," you gasped, your back arching as the tension coiled again, tighter and hotter than before. "Give it me, baby. Make me cum."
He kept fucking you, his weight pinning you down as he sought out that glazed, blown-out stare that meant you were seconds away from shattering.
The heat between you was suffocating, a fever pitch of friction and salt. Then Connie saw it—the way your eyes lost focus—and he decided he wasn't done playing with his food just yet.
As soon as you felt yourself tip—just as you reached the peak, your back arching and your fingers clutching at his biceps, he abruptly stopped.
He didn't pull out; he stayed buried deep inside you, but he went completely still, his heavy weight a taunt against your sensitive walls.
"Connie—no—" you whimpered, your hips stuttering, trying to find the friction that had just been there. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."
He let out that light chuckle, his eyes dancing with mischief despite the sweat dripping off his chin. "'Don't stop, Connie! Please, Connie!’" he mocked, his voice a perfect, high-pitched mimicry of your desperation. He leaned down, whispering against your lips, his voice thick and ruined. "I thought you were the boss? I thought I was the whiny one? You look pretty whiny right now, begging for it."
He began to grind his hips in a slow, agonizing circle—not thrusting, just stirring inside you, making the overstimulation unbearable. He kept mocking your broken sounds, repeating every "oh god" and "please" back to you until you were crying out of pure, exquisite frustration.
"Please, Connie... I'll do anything," you sobbed, your head tossing on the pillow, your body a live wire.
"Anything?" he rasped, his eyes darkening as he finally lost his own battle for control. "Fine. Then take all of it."
He grabbed your thighs, hiking them even higher until your knees were practically touching your ears, and he lunged. The pace went from zero to sixty in a heartbeat. It was a brutal, relentless pounding—no more teasing, no more mocking, just the raw, wet sound of him slamming into you with everything he had.
Your orgasm hit like a freight train. You screamed, your voice finally giving out as your body seized, your pussy clenching around him with a strength that made his head snap back.
"That's it," he groaned, his voice finally losing its mocking edge and turning into a pure, guttural roar. "Cum for me. There you go, baby. Let it all out."
He didn't pull out. He shoved his hands under your lower back, lifting you up to meet him as he delivered three more violent, soul-searching thrusts. He let out a long, choked-off cry—that high, needy whine you’d teased him about earlier—as he spilled deep and hot inside you, his whole body shaking with the force of his release.
He collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving, his heart drumming a frantic rhythm against yours. The room was silent except for the sound of your combined, ragged breathing and the distant hum of the city outside.
After a long minute, Connie lifted his head. He looked at your wrecked, tear-stained face, and that goofy, loving smirk returned to his lips, cutting through the heavy tension of the moments before. He reached up, his thumb brushing a stray tear from your temple.
"So," he panted, his voice a total wreck. "Scale of one to ten... how loud was that? Should I go check on the neighbors, or do you think you were quiter than Mikasa?"
You reached up, weakly smacking his chest. "I hate you so much."
He just laughed, rolling over to pull you into his side, tucking your head under his chin and holding you close as the sweat cooled on your skin. "Yeah, yeah. Love you too, loudmouth."
So sorry we’ve been MIA we both have had so many things going on in our lives but we promise we’ll be back soon! We got something special for you cooking up tonight so stay tuned 😘
Warnings: threesome, satosugu kissing, dom!suguru, switch!satoru, bottom!reader, oral (m. receiving), swearing, just pure filth tbh.
Pros:
• You’ve got two personal chefs whenever you want something homemade.
•They take you anywhere you want to go as long as you buy them food.
•Whenever you need a shoulder to cry on, you get an extra shoulder to go with it!
Cons:
•one of the boys is the reason you’re crying :/
“S-sugu, please let me cum” you whine in desperation as the older man continues fucking his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt.
“Not yet baby, this is punishment for being so impatient. Right Satoru?” The blue eyed man shakily nods in response.
It’s hard to talk when you’re being teased by a vibrating cock ring.
Poor Satoru has been on the edge for the last 45 minutes, Suguru didn’t let him finish when he found you two getting started without him.
“W-we’re sorry Suguru, p-please let us finish.” Satoru begs, back arching as the raven haired man turns the vibration up quickly.
You throw your head back and let out a gasp at the feeling of your neglected clit finally getting attention.
“You two promise to be good and wait next time?” Suguru asks with a smirk on his face, he can be so mean sometimes.
“Yes!” You both respond in unison, bodies jolting with immense pleasure.
“Okay.” He abruptly removes his hand from your wet grip and ceases the torture on Satoru’s poor cock.
“Suguru!” You almost scream in protest and grip the sheets as your needy hole clenches eagerly.
Suguru rubs his thumb over your lip and you wrap your tongue around it in response.
“You’ve been talking a lot tonight princess.” He whispers against your cheek, his large hand wraps around your throat and you let out a soft sigh.
“Satoru, put our pretty baby’s lips to good use.” He locks eyes with the white haired man, Satoru instinctively leans in for a kiss and moans at the sensation.
You resist the urge to whine and focus on the bulging outline in Suguru’s boxers. You sneakily reach a hand between you two and gently massage his shaft over the fabric.
He hisses and pulls away from Satoru’s lips. He smirks against your cheek and leaves a trail of kisses down your neck.
“You just can’t help yourself tonight, hmm?” He sucks a dark bruise on your neck and you throw your head back.
“She’s ovulating Sugu, she couldn’t help herself when we came back from the grocery store.” Satoru answers for you before you could think of anything.
“So that’s why you couldn’t help yourself, poor girl. Just ask for help next time baby.” You nod and whimper as he pinches your nipple, he just loves the way you sound.
Satoru holds the base of his cock and gently rubs his angry red tip on your lips. You teasingly plant little kisses on the tip, he’s so sensitive that he damn near loses it just from that.
“A-ah fuck baby” He bites his lip at the feeling of your warm mouth engulfing his pulsing tip.
Your eyes stay locked on his face as you take more of him down your throat. He holds the back of your head and moves his hips at a slow pace.
“Her mouth feels so good Sugu.” The pale man throws his head back in pleasure and lets out little breathy moans.
Your own eyes widen when Suguru bottoms out inside of your tight, warm hole. Your cunt spasms at the feeling of his veiny cock dragging against your walls.
“Her pussy feels even better” He groans and sinks his teeth into your shoulder, leaving yet another bruise.
You moan around Satoru’s shaft and his leg shake with the vibrations of your throat. His grip on your neck switches to your hair, and his hips begin to pick up speed.
“You gonna come like this princess? One cock in your throat, one in this sweet sweet cunt of yours?” Suguru asks, his thrust pick up speed and force as his climax approaches.
“Go ahead princess, come all over me. I know you want it.” He holds your thighs open and rapidly rubs your clit with his thumb.
Your back arches off the bed and you grip the sheets as you come on the bed and the man in front of you.
You choke out a weak moan and squeeze your eyes shut as his thrust continue, white spots fill your vision at the feeling of his pelvis hitting your overstimulated nub
“Fuckkkk Suguru, I-I’m coming” Satoru lets out a shaky whimper and holds you at the base of his cock.
Your nails dig into his thighs as you breath through your nose, tears still streaming down your face while Suguru fucks into you.
“A-ah me too baby, fuck I’m coming!” You pull yourself off of Satoru’s softening cock and attach your lips to Suguru’s.
He moans in your mouth and your nails drag down his back as his warm cum fills you up. His hips finally stop their movements and he collapses on top of you.
“Jesus Christ” you whisper, you can only imagine how red and raw your throat is at this very moment.
“Everybody okay?” The long haired man lifts his head and looks around the room. Satoru is already under your sheets ready to drift off.
“Of course he is.” You roll your eyes and run your fingers through Suguru’s hair.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and then join him.”
Pro: They make sure you never sleep alone.
Ari
Hello everyone!! I FINALLY finished one of the blurbs you all voted for. Idk why this one stumped me so bad but believe me when I tell you I was struggling. I believe the next scenario is cult!leader Gojo and his wife so we shall see when and how that comes out.
Warnings: threesome, satosugu kissing, dom!suguru, switch!satoru, bottom!reader, oral (m. receiving), swearing, just pure filth tbh.
Pros:
• You’ve got two personal chefs whenever you want something homemade.
•They take you anywhere you want to go as long as you buy them food.
•Whenever you need a shoulder to cry on, you get an extra shoulder to go with it!
Cons:
•one of the boys is the reason you’re crying :/
“S-sugu, please let me cum” you whine in desperation as the older man continues fucking his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt.
“Not yet baby, this is punishment for being so impatient. Right Satoru?” The blue eyed man shakily nods in response.
It’s hard to talk when you’re being teased by a vibrating cock ring.
Poor Satoru has been on the edge for the last 45 minutes, Suguru didn’t let him finish when he found you two getting started without him.
“W-we’re sorry Suguru, p-please let us finish.” Satoru begs, back arching as the raven haired man turns the vibration up quickly.
You throw your head back and let out a gasp at the feeling of your neglected clit finally getting attention.
“You two promise to be good and wait next time?” Suguru asks with a smirk on his face, he can be so mean sometimes.
“Yes!” You both respond in unison, bodies jolting with immense pleasure.
“Okay.” He abruptly removes his hand from your wet grip and ceases the torture on Satoru’s poor cock.
“Suguru!” You almost scream in protest and grip the sheets as your needy hole clenches eagerly.
Suguru rubs his thumb over your lip and you wrap your tongue around it in response.
“You’ve been talking a lot tonight princess.” He whispers against your cheek, his large hand wraps around your throat and you let out a soft sigh.
“Satoru, put our pretty baby’s lips to good use.” He locks eyes with the white haired man, Satoru instinctively leans in for a kiss and moans at the sensation.
You resist the urge to whine and focus on the bulging outline in Suguru’s boxers. You sneakily reach a hand between you two and gently massage his shaft over the fabric.
He hisses and pulls away from Satoru’s lips. He smirks against your cheek and leaves a trail of kisses down your neck.
“You just can’t help yourself tonight, hmm?” He sucks a dark bruise on your neck and you throw your head back.
“She’s ovulating Sugu, she couldn’t help herself when we came back from the grocery store.” Satoru answers for you before you could think of anything.
“So that’s why you couldn’t help yourself, poor girl. Just ask for help next time baby.” You nod and whimper as he pinches your nipple, he just loves the way you sound.
Satoru holds the base of his cock and gently rubs his angry red tip on your lips. You teasingly plant little kisses on the tip, he’s so sensitive that he damn near loses it just from that.
“A-ah fuck baby” He bites his lip at the feeling of your warm mouth engulfing his pulsing tip.
Your eyes stay locked on his face as you take more of him down your throat. He holds the back of your head and moves his hips at a slow pace.
“Her mouth feels so good Sugu.” The pale man throws his head back in pleasure and lets out little breathy moans.
Your own eyes widen when Suguru bottoms out inside of your tight, warm hole. Your cunt spasms at the feeling of his veiny cock dragging against your walls.
“Her pussy feels even better” He groans and sinks his teeth into your shoulder, leaving yet another bruise.
You moan around Satoru’s shaft and his leg shake with the vibrations of your throat. His grip on your neck switches to your hair, and his hips begin to pick up speed.
“You gonna come like this princess? One cock in your throat, one in this sweet sweet cunt of yours?” Suguru asks, his thrust pick up speed and force as his climax approaches.
“Go ahead princess, come all over me. I know you want it.” He holds your thighs open and rapidly rubs your clit with his thumb.
Your back arches off the bed and you grip the sheets as you come on the bed and the man in front of you.
You choke out a weak moan and squeeze your eyes shut as his thrust continue, white spots fill your vision at the feeling of his pelvis hitting your overstimulated nub
“Fuckkkk Suguru, I-I’m coming” Satoru lets out a shaky whimper and holds you at the base of his cock.
Your nails dig into his thighs as you breath through your nose, tears still streaming down your face while Suguru fucks into you.
“A-ah me too baby, fuck I’m coming!” You pull yourself off of Satoru’s softening cock and attach your lips to Suguru’s.
He moans in your mouth and your nails drag down his back as his warm cum fills you up. His hips finally stop their movements and he collapses on top of you.
“Jesus Christ” you whisper, you can only imagine how red and raw your throat is at this very moment.
“Everybody okay?” The long haired man lifts his head and looks around the room. Satoru is already under your sheets ready to drift off.
“Of course he is.” You roll your eyes and run your fingers through Suguru’s hair.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and then join him.”
Pro: They make sure you never sleep alone.
Ari
Hello everyone!! I FINALLY finished one of the blurbs you all voted for. Idk why this one stumped me so bad but believe me when I tell you I was struggling. I believe the next scenario is cult!leader Gojo and his wife so we shall see when and how that comes out.
Hello my loves! Rachel and I have a PLETHORA of ideas to write but we aren’t sure where to start. I’m gonna list what we have and y’all vote on what you like. These are ofc gonna be lil blurbs and one shots and will all most likely be smutty. I do have a series idea coming out based on a VERY old fanfic series of mine. It’s called Best Friends Baby, so I’m sure you guys can imagine what it’s about 💀. This one is going to start our sweet baby boy Jean and I can’t wait for it to come out. More details will be released as things become finalized though! If you want to read the original version you can find it on this tumblr page!
If y’all have any other ideas please send them in or leave a comment!
Which one should we start first!
Reiner owns a construction company and is in charge of building your house.
Eren owns the local smoke shop and flirts with you every time you come in.
CEO!Nanami and Baker!YN: He has a stressful day and a needs sweet treat.
Dilf!Nanami and Nurse!Reader. Who knew a fever could bring two people closer.
Ex!Suguru x Reader: He’s so toxic but his tongue is to die for.
SatoSugu need help picking a roommate.
Overprotective fiancé!Suguru won’t let you leave out in a skimpy outfit.
Best Friend! Suguru loves to get you high.
Snobby rich!Gojo x Middle class!YN
Single Mom!YN x Music Teacher!Gojo
Cult leader!Gojo and wife! YN trying to add an heir to to the Satoru dynasty
Married couple going out for the first time in a few months (ALL)
if the dad’s best friend trope where he knew reader since they were born and immediately have feelings and attraction the minute reader turns 18 has no haters that means i'm dead
turnnoffyourmind
blakekathryn
prguitarman
snowghoul
romaincrisis
stormborns
