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Who knew all it took was one look at Simon Riley covered in blood to make you fail miserably at your job.
Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost stand behind your pilot’s chair, chests heaving from the effort of throwing themselves through the plane doors, fresh off the op you’re supposed to be flying them out of.
But you just sit there, jaw stupidly slack as you take in Simon’s already dark clothes, absolutely drenched in the proof of what a powerful predator he is. Deep red dots splatter his mask, too, and streak down his forearm, his fingers curled lazily around the handle of a knife.
Then he turns sharply, like he’s just noticed that the plane isn’t moving.
“The fuck are we waiting for?” Simon snaps.
Soap looks from him to you, then lifts both hands in mock surrender. “Don’t look at me. Seems the pretty pilot’s got a thing for blood.”
Simon’s head whips towards you.
Heat rushes to your cheeks, and your hand flies to the throttle. But then his gaze catches yours and he chuckles darkly.
“ 'S that right?”
The rich brown of his eyes grow molten beneath the smudges of red across his mask as he takes in your expression, and for one incredibly embarrassing moment, you almost forget how to actually fly this fucking thing.
Without breaking eye contact, Simon steps forward and crouches down to your level.
Your breath catches as his gloved hand closes over yours, gently pulling back the acceleration lever. The plane lurches forward hard enough to send the boys tumbling into a pile of grunts and curses.
Your stomach dips and you snap back into gear instinctively, flipping the switch on the dash to pull the wheels up, hands flying to the control stick as you build in altitude.
“Don’t worry, Bird,” Simon says gruffly, raising that knife and dragging one finger down the bloody blade. “It’s not mine.”
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Synopsis: How the JJK men would be with you at Carnival under the blazing sun, while also having non-stop fun (AOT version)
Songs to listen to while reading:
Famalay
Hard Fete
Fast Whine
The bass is deep. It lives in your chest.
Soca rolls through the air, thick and hypnotic drums layered with a dragging tempo that makes every movement slower, heavier… intentional.
Your body already knows what to do.
You bend slightly, knees soft, back arched just enough, hands resting on your thighs as your hips start to roll. Slow. Controlled. Each movement catching the beat like it belongs to you.
And behind you?
Yeah… they’re not surviving this.
Satoru Gojo
“That's right sweets, give it to me like that”
Gojo is right there, hands instantly locking onto your hips the second you lean forward. His grip is firm, almost desperate, fingers pressing into the softness of your waist like he needs something to anchor himself.
You barely get into rhythm before he’s pulling you back.
Hard.
Your body meets his, his breath catching as your hips press into him and before you can even settle?
He pushes you forward again.
“Come on,” he laughs, voice already strained. “Do that for me again”
You try to catch your rhythm but he won’t let you.
Every time you roll your hips, he drags you back again, and again, and again, not even giving you time to breathe properly.
“Satoru—” you laugh, breathless.
“I’m serious,” he mutters, leaning down, voice low in your ear. “Don’t slow down now.”
His own waist starts moving with yours, messy, off-beat at first because he’s too focused on how you feel, but he adjusts quickly, matching the rhythm just enough to keep pulling you back into him like he’s addicted to it.
Geto Suguru
Suguru?
Oh, he’s unfair.
The second you bend forward, his hands slide to your hips like he’s done this a thousand times, and honestly… it feels like he has.
“Relax,” he murmurs, calm, smooth.
Then he moves.
Perfect timing.
When you roll your hips back, he meets you, guiding you into him instead of yanking you, letting the motion flow. When the beat drags, he slows with it, pulling you back in a controlled, steady rhythm that makes your breath hitch. ( take notes Satoru 💅🏽)
“Like this,” he says softly, right by your ear.
And when you try to speed up?
His grip tightens just slightly.
“No… stay with the music.”
Suguru whines with you, effortlessly, his body syncing with yours like second nature, hips rolling, controlled, deliberate, every movement calculated to keep you right where he wants you.
You’re not catching a break with him either.
Just a slower kind of torture.
Toji Fushiguro
Toji doesn’t say much.
He just… acts.
You bend, start moving, and within seconds, his hands clamp onto your hips, rougher than the others, grounding you instantly.
“Mm,” he hums, low.
When the beat drops into that dragged tempo?
That’s when he starts pulling you.
Back.
Forward.
Back again.
Each pull is heavier than the last, his grip firm as he controls the pace letting you move just enough before dragging you right back into him.
“Don’t get carried away,” he mutters, though there’s a smirk in his voice.
But he’s moving too now, hips rolling slow, strong, matching that deep bassline perfectly. Every time you think you’ve got control again?
He takes it right back.
Sukuna Ryomen
You barely get two rolls in before
A sharp pull.
“Stay here.”
Sukuna’s hand locks around your waist, dragging you back into him with no warning, no softness, just purely control.
You try to move forward again, teasing
He lets you.
For a second.
Then pulls you back harder than before.
The beat drags, slow and heavy, and he uses it.
Pull.
Release.
Pull.
Each time stronger, more deliberate, like he’s testing how far you’ll go before you lose your balance.
“Too bold,” he mutters against your ear.
But he doesn’t stop.
If anything, his own hips start moving with yours, measured, controlled, perfectly in time with that dragging rhythm.
You’re not leading this dance.
Not with him.
Nanami Kento
Being the sophisticated gentleman he is, Nanami hesitated.
You can feel it the moment you bend forward, his hands hovering before finally settling on your hips, careful, almost too careful. Like he was trying to be respectful.
“Kento…” you glance back, teasing. “Move with me.”
“I am,” he says, but he’s restrained and measured.
Until you push back just a little harder.
That’s when his breath catches.
His grip tightens.
And slowly… he starts to follow your rhythm.
Not pulling you harshly like the others, but guiding you back, steady, controlled, letting you set the pace while he supports it.
“Is this… okay, darling?” he asks quietly.
You nod, smiling, and lean into it more.
That’s when he finally lets go a little.
Not wild but enough.
Enough to keep you right there with him.
Choso Kamo
Choso is trying.
He really is.
But the rhythm? The timing? The way you’re moving?
Yeah… he’s lost 😭
You start whining, hips rolling smoothly, and behind you, his hands land on your hips a second too late.
Then he pulls you back
Off beat.
You laugh softly, reaching back to grab his hands.
“No, baby, like this.”
You guide him, slowly rolling your hips again, showing him how to match the tempo.
“Wait for the beat… now.”
He follows this time, pulling you back more carefully, and when it lines up?
His whole body stills for a second.
“I did it,” he murmurs, almost surprised.
You smile, leaning back into him again.
“Again.”
And this time?
He gets it right.
The music doesn’t stop.
Neither do you.
And by the time the song fades into the next?
Every single one of them is holding onto you just a little tighter than before.
Pairing: Big Bad Wolf!Toji x Red Riding Hood!Reader
Synopsis: You were just visiting your grandma to take her some baked goods and tea, but one misstep while taking a "shortcut" through the woods has you lost. Lucky for you, the local lumberjack takes pity in you and decides to help you find your way back to your granny's house...until you realize you just stepped right into the jaws of danger when the Big Bad Wolf decides he wants a sweet treat: you.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: I've been wanting to write this FOREVER & I'm so excited to write it for my little fairytale collab event to celebrate 6k!! I hope y'all enjoy!! There will be more to cum later *wink* MWAH! 💋💋💋 -Jazz
“Took a wrong turn, little Red?”
You gasp, startled right out of your soft, creamy skin sun kissed by the bright rays of the warm spring sun overhead. You turn towards the voice—so deep and rasped—realizing that it came from behind you, but all you’re staring at is a brush of tall trees bursting with green leaves and bushes.
Yet, you speak to it anyway: “Who said that? Who’s there?!” you demand, eyes darting around the other side of the woods from where you stand.
You are surrounded by woods—trees glistening with the sunlight that slips between the leaves; bushes littered with blueberries and strawberries; various, colorful wildflowers popping out of the patches of grass lining the dirt path you stand on; little woodland creatures of squirrels, birds, and rabbits happily roaming and scurrying about. It is a very peaceful scene, but you feel as if there is something…off.
You didn’t feel it before, humming to yourself and happily skipping along the trail in your pretty bright red hood and ruffled dress with the lace skirts. But now, you feel it: creeping down your back like a spider. Under the bright sun and serene trees swaying in the warm, spring breeze, there is something wrong. An undercurrent of danger, like something is lurking beneath the surface, ready to pounce.
Quickly, you grip the wicker basket on your arm to your chest to ground yourself. “I’m just hearing things. I’m tired from my walk is all.” You try to persuade yourself that all that’s making you feel paranoid is you.
You’ve walked these woods plenty of times to go picking flowers and berries; to go take a soak in the river; to visit your grandma who lives right across the way. But for some reason, on this particular spring day, you got lost. You stare up at the sky, noticing how low the sun has gotten.
“Oh, dear,” you sigh worriedly. “It’s getting so late. Grandma is probably so worried about me.”
You picture the old woman with her sweet face, glasses, and wrinkles in her bed, coughing into her handkerchief and drinking her peppermint tea. You were just visiting today to make her feel better due to her cold. You were on the right path, but dumb little you just had to make your walk faster…so you veered off of the path.
You’ve often been called a “dumb little bimbo” many times before in your life. Mostly because of how you dress. Even now, the dress you’re wearing stops at your creamy thighs adorned in lace stockings, the bodice clenching your supple breasts together and pushing them up enticingly for the human eye. Black heeled slippers adorn your feet, giving your outfit a very adorable feel.
You’ve never paid much attention to what people said, especially since they were wrong and often assumed because of your body type—ample tits with a shapely build—but now, you feel dumber than ever. “I never should’ve taken that shortcut!” you lament, wanting to pinch yourself.
“No, you shouldn’t have,” the deep, rasped, disembodied voice agrees, “and yet, you persisted. It’s cute.”
Now it’s coming from somewhere else behind you. You turn, facing a gaggle of pine trees. “Okay, this isn’t funny!” you angrily shout, your eyes flitting from one place to the next. “Whoever that is, come out and show yourself! It’s not nice to try to scare a girl like that!”
Only the chirping birds and buzzing bees answer you for a moment, so you think you’re going insane. But then you hear the voice again, this time coming from right behind you: “You’re right, but it’s damn sure fun. Sorry, little Red.”
You turn, expecting to see bushes and trees, only to be met with a man. A very tall, very muscular, very handsome man wearing red flannel, trousers, and mud-covered boots.
"Ah!” you startle. Quickly, you jump back and hide behind a nearby tree, terrified. But the man puts his hands out in defense, mirth in his grey eyes. “Whoa, whoa, cutie, relax before you give yourself a heart attack. It wasn’t my intention to frighten you. I mean you no—“
“Stay back!” you shout, doing your best to sound as aggressive as possible. “Who are you? Have you been following me this whole time?”
Your eyes graze over the stranger, unfortunately with some interest because of how attractive he is. You love tall, muscular builds and he has it, standing like a mountain over you with a broad chest that nearly pushes out from under his flannel, thick, tree-trunk thighs, skin tanned from the sun, and a scare on the side of his plump lips pulled into a smirk. His short, black hair glistens in the bright rays, making you have to squint at him.
“Nah…well, not the entire time. I was just choppin’ wood and happened to see you cross my path. You looked quite lost, so I figured I’d give ya a hand.” He shrugs, passive as ever despite just scaring the wits out of you. He sighs, shoving his hands in his trousers. “Parents probably told ya not to talk to strangers, I’m sure,” he chuckles. “Name’s Toji, the local lumberjack. I live just down that road.”
He turns, pointing down the path you just came from the to the left where a hollow tree stands. You blink at him, processing his words. “Lumberjack? Do you happen to know my granny?”
He blinks at you, raising a curious brow. “Who’s your granny?” You tell him, describing her house and appearance, and he let out a big, bellied laugh. “Oh, her? She pays me to chop her firewood for the winter and always gives me pies. I swear, that lady’s tryin’ to fatten me up for her oven.”
You sigh, feeling the tension somewhat leave your body. At least that checks out. “If you’re headed to her house, you’re on the wrong road, little darlin’. There are never any shortcuts in the woods.” He gives you a knowing smirk that makes you flush with embarrassment for being so careless.
“Well, I know that now,” you sigh, fixing your hair beneath the red hood covering your scalp. “Maybe you can point me in the right direction?”
Toji makes a sour face, crossing his arms over his chest. Two buttons are undone, giving you a peek of a sliver of chest and dark hair there. “It’s hard to explain without seein’ the path, plus there’s a couple of dirt holes around here that you could fall through. It’s probably better if I just take you there.”
And he’s right—the only path you can see is the one you’re standing on. Everything else is nothing but trees and brush. But still, you’re not that dumb to trust him despite his handsome face and the fact that he knows your grandma. “Why? So you can take advantage of me or chop me up into little bits with your axe?”
Surprisingly, Toji laughs after giving you a blank expression, clutching his stomach. “You’re funny, little one. That ain’t my style, but since you’re so weary of me…” He digs into his pocket and retrieves a pocket knife. He then tosses it into the grass between you, never taking a single step towards you, treating you like a scared rabbit. “Here. Use it on me if I start actin’ shady.”
You look at the knife and then at you, weary. The lumberjack shrugs those broad shoulders, looking indifferent. “Or I can just tell you the directions and let you figure it out. It don’t matter to me, but I wouldn’t feel right about just leavin’ you here since I know your old lady.”
You take a moment to think and weigh your options. Yes, your parents and grandma told you to not speak to strangers, but if you’re lost in a forest, how else are you supposed to get out of here? Besides, the knife will allow you some comfort. Finally, you make a decision and grab the knife. “Fine, but you walk ahead of me.”
Toji smiles, happy to do so, and begins to lead you through a throng of trees, holding the low branches up to avoid you getting scratched. Such a gentleman! Like you ordered, he walks ahead of you, giving you a chance to secretly eye his firm ass and muscular back like a wanton slut in need of some d—
“So you got a name? Or should I just keep callin’ you little Red?” You hear the smile in his voice when he asks this despite not looking at you. You think of giving him a fake one, but you’re terrible at lying. “Y/N.”
Toji nods, accepting this answe. “So, Y/N, whatcha visitin’ your granny for? Just to steal her famous pies?” He softly chuckles, obviously trying to break the ice. You decide to throw him a bone, figuring since you’ll be walking with him, you may as well chat. “She’s been sick, so I have some tea and baked goods for her. She loves my baking.”
You smile with pride as you show Toji the dozens of homemade cookies sprinkled with crystalized sugar and each coming with their own filling. Toji hums at the aroma, his thick tongue jutting out to wet his bottom lip. You avert your eyes, ignoring the way your stomach flips. “Ohhh, so that’s what smells so sweet! Apple, strawberry, and fig, huh?”
You shrug, feeling a hot blush coat your cheeks. “I love to bake. It’s my favorite hobby.” As you stare ahead, Toji, unbeknownst to you, is staring at you as he walks beside you in stride. “Well, you make it look easy. I’m sure treats like yours would make a grown man cry.”
You feel your lips curl into a smile, flattered by his compliment. A man’s way to your heart, unfortunately, is by complimenting your culinary skills. “Well, thank y—“
Grrrrgrrrrurle!
Suddenly, you both stop and there is an awkward pause only filled with the chirping of birds. Toji gives you a knowing grin while you hug your stomach, trying to rub the sound away. “Was that you? You hungry?” he asks, sounding like he’s trying to hide his laughter.
You glower at him, hugging your red cape closer to your body.
“No,” you lie. But Toji just quietly snickers, continuing on walking and whistling as he does. As you try not to think about chomping on the cookies in your basket, you nearly walk into a tree because of how distracted you are from your hunger.
You look up and find yourself facing a gaggle of trees with fuchsia-colored berries hanging from the low branches. They are prickly like strawberries but shaped like miniature pears. “Oh, wow!” you gasp. “What kind of berries are those?”
Toji pauses, eyeing the berries as you ogle at them, wanting to pick one off. “Juni-berries. They’re edible, but too much of ‘em can make you sex-crazy.” You glare at him, disturbed by this joke, but he gives you a serious stare. “I’m not kiddin’, doll. They’re aphrodisiacs. I’ve seen animals chomp on these things and then go at it minutes later.”
Still, you wave off his warning and pick off a berry. “I don’t believe that,” you scoff. “I’ll just eat two.” You pick off another and pop both into your mouth, your teeth tearing through the ripe flesh to taste a burst of sweetness. “Mmmm!” you moan, unable to see how unintentionally sexual it is. “So yummy and juicy! These are delicious!”
“So are you.”
The answer comes out of nowhere, dripped in honey coming from Toji’s lips. You turn to him, wiping juni-berry juice from your chin. “Huh?” you ask. But Toji is watching the tree, not you, and raises a curious brow when you stare at him. “I didn’t say nothin’. C’mon, we should get goin’ before the sun sets.”
You don’t have time to wonder about it because he’s already walking off. But when he isn’t looking, you pick a few more berries and chomp on them as you continue to walk, holding them in your palm. The citrus of orange and sweetness of strawberry bursts onto your tongue, making each bite irresistible and addictive.
Nothing seems out of the ordinary as you walk in comfortable silence. Not until Toji directs you down another path. “Let’s turn here,” he says, pointing at a sunny clearing of wildflowers. “We can cross through to the other side.” Though confused, you follow him, figuring that maybe he found a silk hole or something.
So you follow him into the clearing and become surrounded by windflowers, trees, and ankle-length grass swaying in the breeze. The air is scented with blooming flowers and the sky is blue as an ocean, cotton candy white clouds filling it. You look around for the dirt path but find nothing; only lush green and wilderness. “Where’d the road go?” you wonder aloud. “I thought you said there were no shortcuts in the woods.”
You turn to Toji, but he is still in front of you, his back to you. He stops moving, standing two strides away in the grass. “There aren’t. There’s also no sweet treats like you here either.”
You blink at him, confused and taken aback by such a strange and brazenly flirtatious comment. “What do you—ah!” Your question is cut off with a gasp as you suddenly drop the basket and place a hand on your beating heart. Toji abruptly turns, looking concerned. “You okay, little Red?” he asks.
Quickly, you wave him off and swallow, trying to recover. “Yeah, I’m fine.” But you’re not fine at all—your heart is hammering, your stomach is flipping like you just saw your crush, and your body is reacting in the same way it does when you read your smutty romance novels. Hard nipples beneath your dress; a throbbing sensation down below, unwanted and confusing. What is happening to you?
Toji is still staring, giving you a look that feels to intimate and personal. “Just help me get to my grandma’s house,” you pant, clearing your throat as if that will clear away the flush and heat you feel. But the lumberjack doesn’t move; instead, he smirks at you, all knowing and teasing.
“You ate more of those berries, didn't you?” he chuckles. You stay quiet, averting your gaze from his. “I knew you were a little brat. Lucky for you, I’m a guy that can handle bratty girls.”
You scoff at him, fed up with his games. “You know what? I’ll find my own way there.” But as you turn to walk off, you suddenly feel Toji’s muscular arm snake around your waist and turn you around to face him. Without warning, his big hands begin to grope you over your dress, yanking you closer, his dark eyes staring into yours.
Oh, no. This is bad.
Then you remember: the pocket knife!
You try to reach back to get it, but Toji forcefully takes your wrist in his big hand, stopping you. “Toji, no,” you whimper. “I’m serious, don’t. We can’t.” You place your free small hand on his chest, trying to push yourself away, but he’s too strong. Too big. And the berries have seemed to make you weak in the knees.
Your muscles feel like jelly and your entire body is throbbing with need. His scent—fresh pine, earth, and something warm and sweet like maple syrup—is like an aphrodisiac to you, making your pussy throb like a heartbeat beneath your dress.
Toji’s lips ghost across your cheek and neck, making you shudder. “Why can’t we? You can act like you don’t want this, but you’ve been checkin’ me out since we met.”
He gives you a smirk, playful and seductive, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. “The feeling’s mutual, little girl. This slutty outfit of yours ain’t exactly helpin’ my situation either.”
He presses himself against your skirts then and you gasp when you feel it, hard and throbbing against his trousers. “I told you these woods are crawlin’ with predators.” He grins at you, fangs prominent. “I just never said one of ‘em was me.”
Then, to your very naked eyes, he begins to transform right before you. You didn’t think it was possible, but grows bigger than he already is, increasing in mass and height until he is about ten-feet tall.
His tanned skin is replaced with fine, black fur that grows from beneath it, coating his entire body. As he grows, his clothes rip until they are tatters hanging off of his body. Furry ears and a long tail protrude from his scalp and backside, giving him the appearance of a dog-like hybrid.
And then there are his teeth—they elongate and sharpen, especially the canines, looking like fangs on a vampire. His nails grow too, long and sharp like claws, making your eyes widen in absolute horror and astonishment.
And his cock? That grows too. You can see it from his ruined trousers, pushing against the fabric, straining to be released. Toji was big before, you could tell, but now? He has a whole third leg swinging from between his thighs!
What doesn’t alter entirely is Toji’s face—he keeps some of his dashing human features, but he now has whiskers, a semi-snout, and glowing, red eyes that make you freeze in fear. The wolf-hybrid smirks at you, his fangs giving him a menacing look. “How do I look, little Red? You like whatcha see?” His voice is even raspier and deeper, taking on a graveled sound like rocks against cobblestone.
You’re so frightened that you can barely speak. Your fight, flight or freeze has kicked in, making your adrenaline pump. You are deeply afraid…but you’re also very, very horny. You can’t deny that your eyes are stuck to his veiny muscles, big, clawed hands, and even bigger cock pushing against your tummy.
You realize too late who this man is and the fact that he tricked you. “You’re the Big, Bad Wolf,” you whimper. “My grandma warned me about you. She said you’d eat me alive.” You remember all those stories by the fireplace where she warned you to tread lightly in the woods; about a man who isn’t a man but a beast.
Toji gives you a thirsty grin and a throaty chuckle. “Maybe not how she thinks. Don’t worry, cutie; you’ll like the way I eat you. Now be a good girl and gimme a kiss.”
Suddenly, his lips are on yours and you’re whimpering in protest, trying to push him off. But your strength is wailing you and your body is betraying you as his kiss grows deeper, drawing you in.
His fat, long tongue slivers into your mouth and swirls with yours, filling your mouth with the taste of his minty saliva. Suddenly, you go slack and lean against his big, hairy body, his muscles pressing into your fingertips making you drip.
Toji senses your change and smirks into the kiss, groaning in appreciation. He pulls away, your disconnecting lips making a soft, wet smack as you do. “Ooo, you like that,” he chuckles, his wolf-like eyes glittering with lust. “You’ll like this too.”
He runs his clawed hands over your body as if he can’t get enough, drooling at the sight of you. You find yourself wanting to lick it up. He then snatches down your corset, revealing your fully, naked tits to him. He growls at the sight, his eyes flashing and his upper lip curling into a snarl.
You shudder as he leans in, but your frightened whimpers turn into pleasured moans as he begins to suck and lap at your tits, massaging them in his big, clawed hands and somehow not scratching you. You arch your back, pushing your chest into his mouth and touch, eager for more. The berries have made you ravenous, need and lust coursing through your veins like liquor.
Each lap of Toji’s long tongue makes your pussy gush, your hard, sensitive nipples tingling as sparks of pleasure shoot through you. His spit coats your tits, marking you as his as he indulges in your soft, juicy tits like they are hanging fruit, the air filled with the sounds of chirping birds and your moans. “T-Toji,” you whine as his tongue caresses your hard nipples. “I-I can’t…I don’t, ow!”
He chuckles after he nips one of your nipples with his canines, the sharp edge of his teeth nicking you. “Sorry, sweetness. Got carried away.” He gives you a wink before licking up, up, up your cleavage, coating it in saliva. “I’ve been watchin’ you for hours now, just waitin’ for the chance to get your ass alone.”
Your head is dizzy with lust, making it hard to focus on his admission. He’s been watching you from the shadows for who knows how long, plotting and scheming. For some odd reason, the idea of being watched and stalked by the Big, Bad Wolf turns you on. He then pulls away from your tits now coated in his spit and hickeys, his eyes flashing a hot red. “I’m hungry for you,” he growls.
“Oh!” you gasp as he suddenly forces you against the trunk of a tree and hikes your skirts up. He doesn’t stop until he gets to your lace panties now drenched in your wetness.
The sound that leaves his mouth is throaty and deep, the sound making you vibrate. He pushes his nose up against your panty line and takes a deeeeep inhale, sighing at the aroma while you cringe with embarrassment.
He then snatches your skirts up again, making you grab at his hands in protest. “Don’t rip it please! It’s my favorite dress!” Toji glares up at you, appearing as more of a man than a wolf now. “What a girl you are,” he scoffs. “Fine, but the panties can go.”
Rrrrrrrrip!
You squeak as he rips your lace panties right off of your waist, leaving your soft, puffy cunt free to drip down your thighs and onto his tongue. Toji is damn near salivating at the sight of your glistening pussy lips and cute little clit cushioned by your soft, cushiony inner thighs in your stockings.
“God, you smell so fuckin’ good,” he groans, pocketing your panties to keep for later. “So sweet. Look at this fuckin’ pussy.”
Before you can even blink, he has your thigh pinned up on his shoulder and your back against the tree before he proceeds to eat you whole. Right from your pussy.
He laps, drinks, and slurps your honey straight from the source, sliding his tongue deep in your hole. You cry out at the feeling of being filled just by his tongue alone as his clawed hands pin you to the tree, one hand gripping your thigh and the other caressing your ass.
You are a moaning, whimpering, sobbing mess, the sweet sounds coming form you music to Toji’s twitching, furry ears. “Toji!” you moan. “A-Ah, y-you’re—oh, fuck!”
Your eyes roll back into your head as he hits your G-spot, making you grip his hair for dear life as he swallows you up, shoving his tongue inside of you and plunging it in and out like he would his cock.
He is unfortunately so good at eating pussy. It makes your head foggy with pleasure and your body hot with need, making you take one hand to massage your tits, sparks of pleasure shoot through you.
Toji pulls away to breathe for a moment, his mouth dripping with spit and your wetness. “Wanna tell me again that you don’t want this, little girl?” he pants. “That kitty is drippin’ for me. She’s cryin’ for me.”
His eyes suddenly flash another color—gold. It startles you, but you can’t focus on it for too long because he is taking your other leg and forcing it over his shoulder, making you straddle his face. “Let me have another taste.”
With this new position as his personal face mask, Toji is able to grip your cushiony, soft ass in his hands as he laps at your cunt, tongue-fucking you in a way that has you seeing stars and throwing your head back to moan to the sky.
The lewd, sloshing sounds of his tongue fucking your puffy, wet pussy walls fills the warm air scented with flowers and sex. “Oh, fuck yes!” you moan aloud. “T-Toji, your tongue! You’re, oh, shit, you’re gonna make me cum!”
You can feel it bubbling like a cauldron, ready to boil over. “Mmm-hmm,” he hums against your lips. “Cum for me, sweetness. Fuckin’ give it to me.”
His eyes tick up to stare into yours, locked dead on you as he laps at your pussy, his jaw quickening as he licks faster, faster, and faster. Your moans grow louder, echoing throughout the empty clearing. “Cum for me,” he growls. “Cum for me now!”
His order is a growl that shoots through you, making your pussy uncontrollably shudder as it cums deep down his throat. You let out a loud, soft, sweet moan as your honey trickles down his tongue and throat, filling his mouth with your sweetness. It is a blinding, intense orgasm that makes you shake and writhe against his mouth, causing you to ride his tongue in an effort to feel more of this ecstasy.
Finally, your high starts to fade and you slump against the tree, trapped between it and Toji’s big body. After having his full of you, he gently lowers you to the grass, his irises no more than slits. “So good,” he sighs, licking you from his lips, “but I’m a greedy motherfucker, baby, so I need more of ya. And you need more of me.”
He gives you a smirk as his claws go for the zipper to his fly, taking it down, down, down in your face.
Zzzzzip.
“So why don’t you get on your knees, open that pretty mouth, and suck my cock for me?” His smirk widens as he takes himself out of his trousers, exposing himself to you and the bright sun hanging above you.
Your eyes widen at the sight of him—all of him thick, veiny, and long. He has a hook, causing him to lean over, pre-cum dripping from the boubous, pink head. His balls are humongous, sinewy with hair, and he smells just as good here as he does up above. He is the biggest man you’ve ever seen in your life and your pussy throbs at the sight of you. “Y-You’re really…big,” you comment.
Toji lets out a sexy, throaty chuckle as he takes your scalp into his palm, pushing you down onto your knees. “S’okay, baby, you can take it. I know you can. Lemme help you.”
You whimper with uncertainty as he pushes your head towards him, his cock getting closer and closer to your lips until you have no choice but to pop your soft, glossy lips open and take him in it. “That’s it, my Little Red,” he growls, one clawed hand in your hair. “Take me nice and easy.” Though he allows you to slowly take his cock down your throat, it doesn’t do much to ease the stretch of your jaw.
Plus, you do it without your hands. You couldn’t wrap your palms around him even if you tried since he’s so damn thick, so you use your spit to help. “Spit on it,” Toji demands, pulling off of him to do so. “Make me nice and wet, darlin’.”
You do so, coating his shaft in copious amounts of saliva, making it glisten. Then it’s right back to sucking and slurping him, his dick filling your mouth up.
Unfortunately for you, Toji’s impatience gets the best of him, making your time to adjust to his size shorter. When he grabs your hair and begins to fuck your face, you have no choice but to take it.
He shoves his cock so deep down your throat that your eyes burn with tears and embarrassing, wet gagging sounds leave your mouth as you gurgle around his cock that throbs and pulses in your mouth. “Fuck,” he groans. “That’s it, little darlin’! Shit, your mouth is good!”
You whimper and splutter as your throat stretches and flexes around him while he uses it like a fleshlight. Toji growls as he begins to fuck your mouth, slamming himself against your chin, his balls slapping slightly up against your throat. “Deeper, slutty girl,” he grunts. “Take me all the way. Just like that…”
He takes his cock out and taps it against your tongue, loving how slutty you look for him with your tongue hanging out, drooling dripping from your soft, pink lips. “You’re even tighter than your pussy. Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around this dick, takin’ my knot…”
He then shoves his cock back in deep, causing you to gag around him and his claws to grip your hair, tangled in the strands. “Mmm, I love those sounds, Little Red,” he hums. “Keep ‘em up. Those are some pretty noises you’re makin’.”
You can tell he is getting close from the guttural, throaty grunts and moans he is making, his thrusts becoming sloppier and rougher as he uses your throat like a toy, ruining your hair and fucking up your jaw. Toji then lets out a whimper that shocks you and makes you wetter than ever, causing you to reach down and rub your soaked pussy.
“H-Ha, shit!” he pants. “Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum! I-I’m gonna…I’m about to shoot my fuckin’ load!”
He goes harder, faster, pumping his straining, veiny cock in and out of your pretty, wet mouth and tight throat as his dick engorges, throbbing with the promise of shooting a fat, creamy load down your throat. “Take it,” he growls. “Take my load, pretty slut! It’s all for you!”
Finally, with a loud groan that echoes around the clearing and makes the poor birdies fly away, Toji’s eyes squeeze shut and he cums deep down your throat, shooting a fat load of spunk for you to swallow. You splutter as he does, doing your very best to swallow it all despite it dripping from between your lips and dripping down your chin. He then slides out and pumps the rest onto your tits, making you shine and glisten with his spunk.
Though you are a sticky, drenched mess now, you find that you enjoy the taste and feeling of his warm cum sticking to your skin, coating your tastebuds. It makes you feel used and owned. To your surprise, you love it. You crave it. Toji stands over you, his cock still hard and something else attached to it now—it looks like a knot at the base of his balls, making his dick look a lot thicker.
Is that what he meant by “taking his knot”? You gulp, unsure of if that is even possible. But your pussy is wetter than it has ever been, throbbing impatiently for more orgasms.
“Feel better now, sugar?” he pants. Admittedly, you shake your head, not in control of yourself anymore. The wolf chuckles, smug. “‘Course, you don’t. You still need more, don’tcha? That pussy’s feelin’ pretty empty, isn't she?”
He forces you onto your back, causing you to fall onto your butt and your thighs to fly open, exposing your wet pussy to him. Toji shudderingly moans at the sight of the wet strand of your arousal connected from your pussy lips to your panties. “Goddamn, darlin’,” he groans. “You have the prettiest little pussy. Look how wet you are!”
He growls once more, sounding so much like an animal. “You like what you’re doin’ to me?” You can tell he’s started to stroke himself harder, faster, his pants and heavy breaths becoming more intense.
“Toji,” you softly whimper, your clit throbbing, your walls clenching around air. You’ve never been this horny before. Your pussy is about to slide off the bone with how wet it is.
“Y-Yes, I want more” you answer through trembling lips. “Toji, please!”
But Toji just smiles, flashing you his sharp teeth. “Please what? Tell me what you want, brat.”
He then licks one finger and presses it against your pussy, swirling it over your clit. Your body lurches with pleasure, bucking with want. “Fuck me!” you blurt. “Just mount me and fuck me with that big wolf dick!”
Toji doesn’t need anymore proof that you are desperate to be fucked. He pulls his finger away and sucks the taste of you off of his digit, his eyes rolling back at the succulent sweetness of you. “So polite. How can I deny such a sweet little request?” He then picks you up and proceeds to wrap your legs around his waist himself. “Hang on tight, little one,” he tells you.
You whimper as he pins you against the tree again and gives you a toothy grin, easily clutching you to him as you are locked in his veiny, almost-bulging muscled arms. “Ready, baby girl?” he asks. “We’ll take it slow.”
Before you can even say anything in return or take a breath, his big, fat, thick wolf cock is pressing against your entrance and then sinking into your hole. You’re happy for the lubricant of your wetness and orgasm he gave you before because it is a stretch. His cock stretches your pussy out in a way it didn’t do to your jaw when he was fucking your mouth, making your mouth go slack and eyes widen.
“Oh, f-fuck!” you stammer. “Toji! God, you’re so big!” You grip his shoulders, digging your nails into his flesh. He chuckles, panting slightly from your tight walls squeezing him. “Thanks, darlin’, but you ain’t had big yet. Let me bounce you on it a bit.”
Slowly, he proceeds to do that, slowly sliding you up and down his inches, making you take one after the other with every passing second. After a few minutes of adjusting and slow strokes of his cock spreading your pussy, Toji feels you relax around him and finally begins to pound you like he needs to.
He fucks you into the tree that shakes behind you, causing flower petals and leaves to fall around you, making your tits bounce in his face in time with his thrusts. Each pump of his thick cock sends sparks of pleasure throughout your body as your soft, spongy pussy walls stretch and mold into his shape. “Okay?” he asks.
“Yes, yes, oh, yes!” you whine. “Fuck me just like that! A-ah, ah!” You can’t keep quiet, too deep in your ecstasy to care about anything or anyone but this wolf man and his beautiful dick.
“O-Oh, my God!” you cry, grasping his shoulders as he takes you straight to Pound Town on the Big Ol’ Dick Express. “F-Fuck, Toji, yes, baby! Fuck me just like that!”
The wolf man grips your thighs and pins them wide against the tree, pushing himself to keep them stretched out wide, giving you a stretch that yoga couldn’t even do. “So goddamn tight,” he grunts. “So goddamn wet. So. God. Damn. Cute.” Each thrust is punctuated by his grunts, his pelvis rubbing against your clit.
Now he is really fucking you, slamming himself home inside of you over and over again till your head spins. “Toji!” you gasp. “W-Wait, wait, slow down!” It’s too much. Too quick. Your orgasm begins to crest again, making your moans and whines uncontrollable. But Toji doesn’t care.
“Nah, fuck that. I want you to cum over and over again f’me, sweetness…so fuckin’ do it!”
He uses all of his strength to keep you pinned up against him with nowhere to go, forcing you to reach your second orgasm. With a high-pitched whine, you grip his shoulders and cum all over his cock, drenching it in your cream.
You shudder and shake as it takes over, making your muscles feel mushy and your thighs shudder. You whine in response, earning a tongue shoved in your mouth as Toji gives you a wet French kiss while he pounds into you, drawing out your orgasm.
Finally, drained of all that you have, you slump against Toji, tired and sweating. You need rest…but Toji don’t give a fuck about that.
Slowly, he slides you off of him, leaving his cock drenched in your juices, and his knot and balls dripping in it. He then gently places you on the grass and onto all fours, making your heart throb. “All fours. I wanna mount that pussy now.” The growl he says this through doesn’t make it seem like he’s up for a debate.
Again, you spread yourself for him, reaching back to pry open your asscheeks to expose your tight asshole and pussy to him. He groans at the sight, his cock throbbing against your thighs.
“Look at those pretty holes,” he murmurs, chuckling when you jump when he brushes your asshole with his cock. “Relax, sugar. Daddy’s not gonna fuck your ass…yet.”
And then he’s sinking inside of you, filling your soddened, wet, sensitive pussy full of his cock. “Fuck!” you both groan in unison when he slides in again. But why does he feel so different? You feel fuller. Stretched. Then you realize that you have his knot inside of you too. You can hardly believe it and your eyes bulge with the feeling of being totally full.
“Wow, you got my knot in you, little Red! Nice job!” Toji sounds satisfied, his clawed hands gripping the flesh of your ass as he bottoms out inside of you. “Now I can fuck you as hard and as feral as I want to.”
And he does. And you love every minute of it. He pounds you into the grass and flowers, staining your knees and dress with grass stains as he roughly ruts into you like an animal, his big body mounting yours. You are resorted to a moaning, slutty mess, writhing and fucking yourself back onto his thick cock, much to Toji’s enjoyment.
“You like it, little darlin’? You love gettin’ fucked by the Big, Bad Wolf in the grass like a little slut, huh?”
SPANK!
His big, clawed hand smacks against your ass, the pain mixing with the pleasure, making your head dizzy. “AH, YES!” You shout to the blue sky. “I FUCKING LOVE IT, TOJI!”
Toji’s pants are rasped and guttural, sounding animalistic as he gets close to his second nut. “Cum for me again then. Cream all over this dick while I breed you.” He goes harder, faster, pounding you into the forest floor, knocking the air out of your lungs and thoughts out of your pretty head as you fall deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole of euphoria.
“C’mon, baby, make that pussy cum for me,” he grunts, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air. “Give it all to me! Let me make you fuckin’ mine!”
You then turn back to look at him, your eyes widening at the sight. When he begins to get closer, his gold eyes grow almost black and the black rimming his eyes grows sharper like a wolf’s. You feel scared yet aroused at the same time, your pussy clenching around his cock.
“I’m gonna cum, baby,” he grunts. “Gonna fill you up with my fuckin’ litter. Want you to fuckin’ cum with me too!”
“Fuck, Toji, yes!” you whine as your second orgasm erupts and sends you on a trip while Toji fucks you like he’s trying to hit a home run. Your eyes roll back and your body seizes as you squirt all over him, cries of ecstasy leaving your mouth.
When Toji cums, he does so with an animalistic grunt and grips your hips so hard that they bruise. He tosses his black hair back, every bulging, veiny muscle in his body tense from the pleasure. You gasp as he fills you up with his spunk, feeling warmth flooding inside of you. It feels good to be full, you realize. It feels good to be used.
Then, with a rasped sigh, Toji slowly pulls his knot and cock out of you, slick with your squirt. Your cum and his spunk drizzle out of your hole and down your thighs, unable to be contained.
“Mmm, now that’s a sight,” he hums, watching as his cum oozes out of your poor pussy. “You’re gonna look so pretty full of my litter, baby.”
There it is again: that word. Litter. “Wha…?” You can’t finish the rest of your question because exhaustion kicks in, making your head feel discombobulated like you’re walking through a thick fog. Your body aches. You are wet with sweat and cum. Your pussy twitches and is sloppy with his and your cum mixed together, all of it dripping down your thighs and through the crack of your ass.
Toji gently scoops you up and holds you in his arm, right in his lap in the warm sun. “Shhh, just rest,” he whispers. “The adrenaline is wearin’ off; just let it happen, darlin’.”
He strokes your hair, holding you against his furry, warm chest. Your eyes drift closed against your better judgment, your muscles growing heavy. “I’ve got you,” he coos. “S’okay, my Little Red. I’ll keep you safe, Y/N.”
“Y/N?”
“Y/N, dear!”
You gasp, startling awake, coated in a cold weather despite the warm spring air you feel on your skin. You look up into the aged, kind eyes of your grandma who gazes down at you so worriedly behind her spectacles. “Are you alright, dear? You were making quite the stir in your sleep.”
She pauses to cough into her handkerchief and sniffles, still under the weather. You look around, finding yourself lying in a bed in her guest room with its quilts and floral sheets, the window wide open. No forest. No big wolf man. “Where am I? Where’s Toji?”
Your granny pulls a confused face as she picks up a tea cup from the nightstand. “Toji? The lumberjack? He left as soon as he dropped you off here.”
You blink, your mind still foggy from sleep. Quickly, you look down at yourself lying on top of the floral sheets. No grass stains on your pretty red dress. No claw marks or hickeys. No cum staining your thighs. “He came here?” you ask, staring at your grandma.
She nods, pausing to fluff up your pillow. “He said he found you passed out in the woods and walked you here. You poor dear; you were dehydrated.” You want to ask her more, but she's already moving towards the bedroom door. “You sit tight and let me get more tea to share with you. I saved some of those cookies you baked for us to share.”
She gives you a wink before she hobbles out of the room, humming despite her voice rasped from coughing. You lay back against the pillow, your head spinning. Was everything that happened just a bad dream? Could it be that you imagined it?
But as you smooth down the skirts to your dress, you feel something in your pocket. You slip it out, finding a folded piece of paper in it. With your hands shaking, you take it out and read it:
Thanks for the treat, Little Red. Come back for a visit real soon.
P.S. Thanks for the panties too!
Xoxo Big Bad Wolf
That's when you realize that your panties are gone.
Synopsis: How the AOT men would be dancing with you at carnival in the hot sun and nonstop energy (jjk version)
a/n: Going to today's carnival road march really gave me the motivation to finish this piece AND TRUST they will be seeing me next year!!!✨
Songs to listen to while reading:
Famalay
Hard Fete
Fast Whine
The music drags low through the air.
Heavy bass. Slow tempo. The kind that makes every movement feel thicker… deeper… harder to ignore.
The crowd presses close, but the space behind you?
That’s where all the tension lives.
You lean forward, palms resting just above your knees, spine curved just enough as your hips begin to circle.
Unhurried.
Intentional.
Every roll catching the beat, you're owning it.
And behind you?
Yeah… they’re kinda holding up well.
Eren Yeager ( @chrollohearttags for some reason EJ came in my mind while making this lol 💀)
At first, Eren hesitates.
Then his hands settle, firm, steady on your hips.
You move once… twice, and he adjusts.
Instead of dragging you back too fast, he meets you there, easing into your rhythm like he’s learning you in real time.
“Stay like that,” he murmurs.
When the beat stretches out, he follows, hips rolling slower, deeper, keeping everything smooth instead of snapping it.
You try to speed up, teasing him
His grip tightens slightly.
“No, don’t rush it. baby”
And just like that, he’s guiding the pace without breaking the flow.
Reiner Braun
Reiner’s touch has weight to it.
Not rough, but solid.
Grounding.
His hands land on your hips and stay there, steady as you start moving. He lets you lead for a moment… just long enough to understand your rhythm.
Then he joins you.
Every time you roll back, he meets you perfectly, no hesitation, no missed timing. His movements match the music exactly, slow and controlled.
“Yeah… right there,” he breathes.
When the tempo drags, he sinks into it, keeping you exactly where the music wants you.
Jean Kirstein
Jean lasts no time at all.
“nah, come here.”
His hands grab your hips and yank you back fast.
You bump into him, laughing, but before you can reset?
He does it again.
“You’re doing too much,” you mutter, but he’s grinning.
Every time you try to move on your own, he interrupts, pulling you back over and over, completely messing up your rhythm just so he can feel you again.
Messy.
Greedy.
And he doesn’t care who sees.
Eventually, he tries to match you, but he’s still dragging you back more than necessary, still reacting instead of controlling.
Connie Springer
“WAIT, do that again.”
Connie is all over the place 😭
You start moving, and his hands land quick, waayyyyy too quick, pulling you back off-beat.
You laugh instantly.
“I’m trying!” he says, but he’s already doing it again, dragging you back before the beat even hits.
He’s hyped, distracted, completely caught up in you.
But then
He starts catching the rhythm.
A little.
His hips begin to follow yours, not perfect, not smooth, but enough to stay with you for a few seconds.
“You feel that?” he says, excited like he just figured something out.
And even when he loses it again?
He’s still right there, still trying.
Armin Arlert
Armin pauses when you lean forward.
Like he’s not sure what to do.
Then his hands settle lightly on your hips.
“Is this okay?” he asks softly.
You nod, reaching back to guide him.
“Follow me.”
You slow it down for him, letting him feel the timing.
“Now.”
He pulls you back.
Right on beat.
He stills behind you for a second.
“…oh.”
You smile, rolling again.
“Again.”
And this time he doesn’t miss.
Still gentle. Still careful. But now he’s with you, moving in sync instead of guessing.
And he stays close after that. ( such a cutie😭)
Onyankopon
You don’t even fully settle before Onyankopon’s hands find your hips.
Secure. Confident.
“Go on,” he says.
You start movin, and he lets you have it for a moment.
Then the beat drops.
And he takes over.
Pull.
Release.
Pull again.
Each movement clean, precise, perfectly timed with the music.
“Yeah, baby, stay just this,” he murmurs.
His hips move with yours effortlessly, matching every roll like second nature.
You try to switch it up?
His grip adjusts instantly, guiding you right back where he wants you.
Synopsis: How the AOT men would be dancing with you at carnival in the hot sun and nonstop energy (jjk version)
a/n: Going to today's carnival road march really gave me the motivation to finish this piece AND TRUST they will be seeing me next year!!!✨
Songs to listen to while reading:
Famalay
Hard Fete
Fast Whine
The music drags low through the air.
Heavy bass. Slow tempo. The kind that makes every movement feel thicker… deeper… harder to ignore.
The crowd presses close, but the space behind you?
That’s where all the tension lives.
You lean forward, palms resting just above your knees, spine curved just enough as your hips begin to circle.
Unhurried.
Intentional.
Every roll catching the beat, you're owning it.
And behind you?
Yeah… they’re kinda holding up well.
Eren Yeager ( @chrollohearttags for some reason EJ came in my mind while making this lol 💀)
At first, Eren hesitates.
Then his hands settle, firm, steady on your hips.
You move once… twice, and he adjusts.
Instead of dragging you back too fast, he meets you there, easing into your rhythm like he’s learning you in real time.
“Stay like that,” he murmurs.
When the beat stretches out, he follows, hips rolling slower, deeper, keeping everything smooth instead of snapping it.
You try to speed up, teasing him
His grip tightens slightly.
“No, don’t rush it. baby”
And just like that, he’s guiding the pace without breaking the flow.
Reiner Braun
Reiner’s touch has weight to it.
Not rough, but solid.
Grounding.
His hands land on your hips and stay there, steady as you start moving. He lets you lead for a moment… just long enough to understand your rhythm.
Then he joins you.
Every time you roll back, he meets you perfectly, no hesitation, no missed timing. His movements match the music exactly, slow and controlled.
“Yeah… right there,” he breathes.
When the tempo drags, he sinks into it, keeping you exactly where the music wants you.
Jean Kirstein
Jean lasts no time at all.
“nah, come here.”
His hands grab your hips and yank you back fast.
You bump into him, laughing, but before you can reset?
He does it again.
“You’re doing too much,” you mutter, but he’s grinning.
Every time you try to move on your own, he interrupts, pulling you back over and over, completely messing up your rhythm just so he can feel you again.
Messy.
Greedy.
And he doesn’t care who sees.
Eventually, he tries to match you, but he’s still dragging you back more than necessary, still reacting instead of controlling.
Connie Springer
“WAIT, do that again.”
Connie is all over the place 😭
You start moving, and his hands land quick, waayyyyy too quick, pulling you back off-beat.
You laugh instantly.
“I’m trying!” he says, but he’s already doing it again, dragging you back before the beat even hits.
He’s hyped, distracted, completely caught up in you.
But then
He starts catching the rhythm.
A little.
His hips begin to follow yours, not perfect, not smooth, but enough to stay with you for a few seconds.
“You feel that?” he says, excited like he just figured something out.
And even when he loses it again?
He’s still right there, still trying.
Armin Arlert
Armin pauses when you lean forward.
Like he’s not sure what to do.
Then his hands settle lightly on your hips.
“Is this okay?” he asks softly.
You nod, reaching back to guide him.
“Follow me.”
You slow it down for him, letting him feel the timing.
“Now.”
He pulls you back.
Right on beat.
He stills behind you for a second.
“…oh.”
You smile, rolling again.
“Again.”
And this time he doesn’t miss.
Still gentle. Still careful. But now he’s with you, moving in sync instead of guessing.
And he stays close after that. ( such a cutie😭)
Onyankopon
You don’t even fully settle before Onyankopon’s hands find your hips.
Secure. Confident.
“Go on,” he says.
You start movin, and he lets you have it for a moment.
Then the beat drops.
And he takes over.
Pull.
Release.
Pull again.
Each movement clean, precise, perfectly timed with the music.
“Yeah, baby, stay just this,” he murmurs.
His hips move with yours effortlessly, matching every roll like second nature.
You try to switch it up?
His grip adjusts instantly, guiding you right back where he wants you.
monaleo is like the ultimate blueprint for X black girl reader like she is what I envision every time I read a black girl fic like she has the perfect hyper feminine aesthetic, the curly hair and just a pretty face 
ᜊwarningノtags:fratboy!Connie◞ they meet at a party [ cliché ]◞ stalking◞ Connie has a head tattooノ tongue piercingノ navel piercing◞ oral [ reader receiving ]◞ Connie has a monster tucked between his thighs◞ doggy◞ roommate!Jean◞ condom-wearing loving [ ive grown!! ]◞ Connie is implied to be a fuckboy
ᜊwc:2.4k
ᜊan:Connie Connie Connie where do I start? wrote this originally for Toji but realized midway that he’s unc so here we are... fyi the visual is in fact a p!link. you’ve been warned. bye.
visual
“You from here?”
Even through the tsunami of bodies swaying slowly from the hypnotic waves swimming from the speakers, you held his attention like a cherished memory. His shaded hazel stare pierced through your curves, afraid that if he looked away for just a second, someone would be in your face begging for your attention. But you kept the crowd surrounding you at bay, only the people you arrived with being allowed into your domain.
He got in with easy access—no struggle, no weird glances from your friends when he squeezed through— almost like you wanted him there.
“Nah,” you shook your head—midnight spirals woven through your many braids rocking in sync with your disagreement. “All girls college, ‘couple hours down south, Boo” Slithering, sneaky hands occupied by your waist almost had you tripping over your own words. Even with platform heels you couldn’t quite reach his towering shoulders resulting in him slightly bending over to hear you over the drunken crowd and ear splitting bass bouncing off of the walls.
He hummed, dark eyes roaming your soft features protruding through the fluorescent lights. You stared back through your full lashes, your gaze almost pulling him into a paralyzed state. You smelt sweet, like a fresh cherry pie with a vanilla finish. He’d wish you spoke more so he had a reason to emerge deeper into that aroma that swept him from his feet.
“South, huh? ‘Can hear the accent on you. What’s your name, pretty?”
His cologne was something dangerous, similar to a mermaid’s voice; once it had you, you were hooked and gone. A buzz cut dyed a deep twilight was his signature haircut, a tattoo that peeked through the ocean fuzz curved sinisterly above his pierced ear.
“⧼★⧽,” you purred into a grin, heart shaped lips spreading to reveal your teeth.
God, he was built. Now prior to even meeting him, you stalked his instagram. Safe to admit It was nothing compared to seeing him in the flesh. All of the speculations that you’ve made about him editing his muscles were thrown out of the window along with your morals.
His arms alone were an attraction ; hard muscle under soft skin, similar to a pillow stuffed with bricks. Thick veins wrapped around his arms like cords. His black shirt suffocated his torso, one wrong move you thought the fabric would give up and disintegrate on the spot.
“⧼★⧽,” he parrots softly. His thick tongue darted to the side of his lips that curved into a grin. He shrugged, “Has a ring to it. Rolls off the tongue. Sweet like candy, too”
The surrounding crowd was almost nonexistent, extras in your book that had no significance to the conclusion. You stepped closer, your gaze still holding him captive. “So..what brings you he—“
“—Look, I’m just going to keep it real with you, Connie,” His ear perked up at the call of his name, surprised that you even knew it without him mentioning it; thick eyebrows rose to his crisp, straight lineup. A red cup that he’d been babysitting since you’ve first noticed him finally touched his lips, his adams apple bobbing with each swallow of his poison.
Curved french tips toyed at his rock-hard abs that were bulging through the thin elastic. You were careful not to rake his navel piercing. Blinding jewels sparkled in the dim light as he nodded slowly to the music bleeding from the speakers.
“I heard ‘bout you Con, and to be completely transparent with you, I just want to fuck.”
He grinned at your boldness behind his cup, sharp canines flashing under the low light. “Heard ‘bout me how?”
“Jus’ some pillowtalkers.”
He hummed, nodding shyly into his cup. “‘S that how you know my name?”
You nodded with a grin. Soft fingertips raked his muscles.
“Yep.”
He hummed again. “My room or yours?”
“My room is two hours away, genius.”
“My room it is.”
Just how he weaved through the crowd, he got out the same way: quiet and light on his feet. On a mission.
Hunger fanned from his pink spit-soaked lips. Oh how Connie’s tongue worked wonders. If he wasn’t using it to talk shit then it was swirling around your puffed clit with his fingers curled softly into your velvet sponge. He worked hand-in-hand with his tongue piercing like it was his personal sidekick, forcing sounds from you that you’ve only heard during solo sessions. You could barely keep your heavy eyelids ajar, Connie’s face unrecognizable from the constant motion blur.
“Con—baby! Mmh!”
Your hands scatter desperately as you try not to flinch out of his addicting touch. French tips scratch at his scalp, tugging him deeper into your sopping cunt as you chase after your release. Your thick thighs hovered over your naked chest—pedicured toes bent and pointing toward where they see fit.
His knees engraved itself into the fluffiness of the carpet below. The necklace that shined so beautifully under the fluorescents and claimed all attention when in public, swung with every jerk of his head. His golden pendant rocked—advancing just enough to also get a taste of your dripping cunt.
“Thaaat’s it, Pretty girl. Open my shit up.”
You obeyed, thick thighs separating to see Connie becoming one with your pussy. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Siren eyes low and dilated, leaving the golden hue of his iris nonexistent.
His dark goatee was soaked in your fixed flow of arousal, dripping hesitantly like cold honey when he came up for a few seconds of air. Pedicured feet rested on each side of broad shoulders, his rough palms having to push your thighs back more so you’ll spread like a rumor.
“Focus on me, Pretty,” Connie purred, soft golden eyes glancing up at you through his full roll of lashes. Your hips rolled in circles, unsure if you wanted to run away from the pleasure or to soak deeper into it.
“Mmm! I’m goin’ to make a mess, I feel!” You whisper, voice cracking with desperation. You couldn’t look at him—even through your shaded eyesight, his gaze was intimidating.
A deep chuckle broke through your hyperventilating. “A mess, huh? ‘You one of them?”
You nodded shyly, swollen lips tucked behind your teeth.
Without missing a beat Connie pulled his lips from you, a thin string of his spit being connected to his chin. His hazel eyes were fully dilated, his pupal similar to an infinite void.
“Connie? W-what are you—“
Interrupted by a kiss that held you in a trance—your words were swallowed. You lingered on his tongue, your DNA seeping deeply between his tastebuds. “‘M goin’ to have fun with you,” he groaned. That cool metal bar that tore through his flexing tongue tickled the roof of your mouth. He moaned between your lips, your soft hands working the strings of his sweatpants.
“I want to see it, Connie.”
He grinned against your lips before slowly standing to his full height. “I got you.”
And right as he revealed his known secret, your jaw visibly grew slack.
“Big, ain’t it?”
Words are clogged in your throat like five o'clock traffic, all you could do was swallow to prepare yourself for the workout of a lifetime. Grey sweatpants dropped just below his twitching, thick thighs. His dick looked so heavy; the weight of his muscle incapable of holding its own against gravity. His balls alone were huge, capable of rebuilding the human race from scratch. You’ve noticed that they’re more melanated than the rest of his body while his shaft was a couple shades lighter and his tip tinted a light pink, giving the illusion of neapolitan ice cream.
“Wh— how is this even possible? It’s like the size of my head, Connie.”
A deep chuckle and a nonchalant shrug later, “‘M not even that hard yet. This is like…. fifty percent.”
Thick cord-like veins fenced his shaft, throbbing in sync with his sluggish heartbeat.
“So you just…walk around with this just swingin’?”
You were hesitant to touch him—well his weapon that stared a hole through you. It looked like it had a mind of its own; almost like it thought its own thoughts and moved at its own accord aside from its owner. You almost jumped out of your skin when Connie took a step forward.
“I mean, yeah. ‘Can’t leave it home, now can I?” His voice was now deeper. Slower. Hungrier. Now you were just playing on his time with your timid ways and he was growing impatient.
You were certain that his dick smelt the fear venting from your pores—growing centimeters each second to evolve into its final form. Still, the pure heaviness kept his tinted tip pointed towards hell. Ironic.
“I’m guessin’ this is how you know ‘bout me?”
You nodded, swallowing pending drool forming at your lips. “Yea. ‘S so much bigger in person.”
He hissed when your hands wrapped around his throbbing shaft. Its pure thickness prevented your fingertips from touching. “W-Which video did you see?”
“‘Was the video of the girl on all fours. Her hands were tied up with her panties I believe. I want that.”
A sinister grin flashed above you. “I got you.”
Biting pillows was never in your rotation of things to do at a strangers' dorm, especially ones that belong to a frat boy. Their unhygienic ways made your skin crawl. But after being informed that his roommate was home and in the next room, muffling your moans with the closest thing to you, felt like the smartest thing to do.
At the time that is. Connie had the brightest idea to dilate your moans with music. Failed miserably. If anything, it broadcasted you.
You somehow found yourself going vocal for vocal with Brent Faiyaz; he’d hit a high note, his beautiful voice straining the poor speakers on Connie’s phone, and you shot one right back seconds later from the result of Connie’s ruthless, calculated strokes.
“I’m workin’ your shit, baby. You feel me?”
The outdated pillow, that definitely saw better nights, was snatched from under you in a quickness, leaving you bare chested on his sheetless mattress. You weren’t even in the right headspace to cringe at the current situation. In any other equation, you would’ve wasted no time packing your belongings and driving back to your dorm in pure silence—high and dry with regret radiating from your skin, but it was almost like Connie held you in a trance. Working his body as if he had a point to prove. Nothing surrounding you seemed to matter. Not even his roommate.
“I feeeel you, Con!”
His pink tinted dick was already lathered in your cream, a wet, sticky echo of your bodies bouncing wall to wall in his cluttered room. His balls were heavy and swung with a purpose and precision, knocking against your puffed clit with each stroke. You tried so hard to swallow your moans—keeping them hidden behind the jumping springs of the mattress. You were successful until Connie’s fingers rolled tiny circles on your clit. You jumped, doe eyes slightly crossing at the sensation.
“Oh-oooh! I don’t want to be too lou-loud, Con. I’m gonna—” your begging knocked against deaf ears. His hips snapped harder and faster against yours, scooting you toward the headboard inch by inch. Since his dick was so heavy, his curve guaranteed pleasure with every plap!
“Let that shit out. Let me know I'm doin’ good, Baby.”
“O-oh my gosh,” you squeaked between slurring words, thick thighs buckling beneath your rocking weight. The loud applause from your ass clapping against his pelvis had you tucking your face in your elbow. Sweat rained down his flexing abs; the glimmer of his bellybutton piercing adding that extra shine.
You were certain his roommate heard everything that happened on the other side of the paper thin wall. Embarrassment claws at your bones before quickly being replaced with pleasure.
Jean was deep in slumber, warm webs of drool slowly seeping from the corner of his open lips and pooling onto his pillow. His snores were so ear piercingly loud that it'll make your eardrums bleed from rooms away. He slept flat on his stomach, left leg hiked up while both beefy arms hugged the plush, drool-soaked pillow providing extra comfort to his head.
It starts off quiet. Too quiet. Hushed high pitched giggles and occasional low smacking from the kisses bounced off the walls of the peeling paint that decorated Connie’s room. Brent Faiyaz played quietly on the speaker on the night stand. It was low enough to keep Jean at bay, so it wasn't an issue.
It became an issue when the rhythmic knocking of Connie’s headboard made its presence known. And poor Jean, still in a dream state, mistaken the knocks for someone banging at the front door.
"The door, Con," He incoherently slurred, voice deep and groggy. Tiredness lingered in his voice along with slight irritation. Who would the fuck would want something at this hour? Jean still had his eyes wide shut, drowsing in and out of consciousness. His voice was no louder than a mumble, but with the walls so thin, he's sure his roommate heard him.
Then he heard it, the unmistakable long feminine moan of his roommate's name.
"Y’so deep, Con!”
“‘Feel you through the rubber, Pretty. Soakin’ my shit, huh?”
“Mhmm!”
Once he heard that, he heard everything else; the slow and sensual music, the deep grunts and dirty talk, the high pitched whining, and how could he forget the headboard beatboxing against his wall. It was like pieces of a puzzle slowly coming together in his dazed mind.
Now, hours later, Jean laid motionless on his back, his left eye twitching in a type of anger that could only be expressed through violence. This was the third person Connie had over on a two day radius and the number is increasing by the day. He’s convinced that Connie purposely removed the pillow from his headboard to toy with his emotions.
It was working.
“‘M gonna’—gonna’ cum again, Connie!”
“Mhm. You don’t have to tell me, I know.”
Three hours. Three long pleasure-filled hours and counting. Who the hell even has sex for this long? Class started soon, and the only thing that was drilled into Jean’s head was Connie’s name. No matter how tight he curled the pillow around his ears, your muffled moans were bleeding through with ease. “Can’t wait to move out of this damn hell hole,” Jean mumbled to himself, curling himself into the fetal position with his pillow acting as earmuffs. “Bet it’s not even that good.”
Price loves watching his men fuck you. He loves how you grimace a little when Ghost slowly breaches your hole.
Price was mean to you today, not letting you get worked open by the sergeants before tossing you to Ghost. You sobbed and writhed, whimpering for him to slow down.
"Come on, love. You can take Simon's cock good for daddy, can't you?" Price teased, his fingers sliding into your mouth.
You whined, but nodded. You could take it, you could be good!
You sobbed out a high-pitched sound when Ghost bottomed out. He barely gave you time to adjust before he was harshly fucking into you.
Ghost and Price both obvious didn’t care that you had cum around Ghost's cock already. They were busy making out over your head.
When you whined for attention, Price just smacked you upside the head and fed his cock down your throat to placate you.
You couldn't deny it, you loved being used, especially by your boys.
