#kintober

The rain hadn’t stopped since morning. The road had turned into mud halfway up the mountain, and by the time you reached the cabin, your car was a lost cause.

Satoru was still laughing, breath fogging up in the cold. “Told you we should’ve turned back.”

“You said that after we were already stuck,” you snapped, shoving the door open. It groaned like it might splinter.

The cabin was half-dark, with a cold and unused fireplace. You almost missed the sound — a chair creaking somewhere deeper inside, then a voice.

“Don’t move.”

You froze.

From the shadows, a tall man stepped forward, gun raised, but his hand steady. Blond hair, sharp suit that looked too clean for this place. “Name’s Nanami. You’re trespassing.”

Satoru raised both hands. “Relax, man. We’re not here to rob you. Our car’s dead. We just need shelter.”

A deeper voice from the corner: “So the city rats found their way up here too.” A broad man with a scar down his jaw—Toji, he introduced himself after a long stare.

“Choso,” murmured another, sitting by the window. His eyes were strange—dark ringed and tired. You couldn’t tell if he was high or haunted.

Then came the last one: Sukuna. The name rolled out of his mouth like a dare. He leaned against the kitchen doorway, tattoos curling up his arms, grin sharp enough to bleed.

None of them looked like they trusted each other much, let alone you three.

Satoru whispered, “Friendly neighbourhood apocalypse survivors. Great.”

Suguru elbowed him. “At least they’re not dead.”

“Yet,” Toji muttered.

You found the fireplace wood, lit it up, and the room softened into flickering orange. For a while, it almost felt normal. Nanami passed around bottled water, Choso quietly fixed the radio, and Satoru wouldn’t shut up.

“So,” he started, “what’s the deal here? You all coworkers from the same doomsday cult or something?”

Toji snorted. “You talk too much.”

“And you glower too much.”

Sukuna grinned from the counter. “He’s not wrong, though. You all look like you crawled out of different nightmares.”

Nanami sighed. “We met on the way north. The cities fell faster than expected. Power grid’s gone. Something is spreading in the air, or the water—we don’t know. People change. They stop acting human.”

Suguru frowned. “Change how?”

Choso finally looked up. “Like they’re still alive, but not. Like something else is inside.”

The silence that followed felt heavy enough to choke on.

You changed the subject fast. “So, has anyone checked the basement?”

Sukuna’s grin widened. “You don’t want to open that, sweetheart.”

You didn’t answer. Maybe you should’ve listened.

The hatch was sealed with rusted chains and an old padlock. But curiosity is stronger than sense. When Satoru found the book beside it—black cover, symbols burned into the leather—you knew it was a bad idea. You knew.

And still he opened it.

The words on the page weren’t in any language you recognised. When he spoke them aloud, something shivered in the air.

The fire dimmed. The windows rattled. The air turned hot—something was horribly wrong.

Choso gasped first, clutching the edge of the table. His pupils dilated, and his skin flushed like he had a fever. “What—what is this?”

Nanami stumbled next, voice rough. “My chest—burns—”

Sukuna only laughed. A low, delighted sound. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You felt it too. Like electricity under your skin. Every breath too heavy, every heartbeat too fast. Fear and arousal twisted together until you couldn’t tell which was which.

Satoru caught your wrist. His touch burned. “You feel it too?”

You jerked back, but it didn’t help. Heat followed you, crawling, alive. Choso’s breath hitched. Toji swore under his breath. Nanami was trembling, trying to fight it off. Sukuna just watched you all like it was the best show he’d ever seen.

The infection wasn’t killing anyone—it was wanting. A sickness of hunger and loss of control.

Somewhere in the storm, the cabin’s power flickered out completely.

The last thing you saw before darkness swallowed the room was Satoru’s smile—wide, trembling, too bright.

“Don’t be scared,” he said. “Just let it happen.”

You did.

The air in the cabin was stifling. Every breath felt shared, thick with something feverish. Satoru’s hands found your shoulders first—too warm, trembling—but then there were others. A rougher grip at your wrist, a thumb tracing your jaw, someone’s breath grazing the back of your neck. You didn’t know whose touch belonged to whom anymore. It was all heat.

The floorboards creaked under shifting weight. The fire, or what was left of it, threw restless shadows across the walls, making every shape look doubled. Someone whispered your name, low and wrecked, almost reverent. It sent a shock straight through you.

You tried to speak, but the words didn’t come. You didn’t need to. Hands were already pulling, coaxing, guiding—hungry but almost tender. The air reeked of sweat and smoke and the faint metallic tang of blood, but under it all was something else, something alive.

When you finally opened your eyes, Satoru was still there, leaning close enough for his breath to fog against your cheek. His pupils had blown wide, fever-bright. Behind him, Suguru watched, lips parted, eyes glassy. The others moved like ghosts, caught in the same fever, every exhale a shudder.

The room pulsed with it—an infection—all tangled up until you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

And when Satoru kissed you, it wasn’t just hunger. It was a surrender.

The kiss hit you like a fever. Satoru’s mouth was reckless, tasting of smoke and something faintly metallic. You pushed back instinctively—half a protest, half a plea—but his laugh broke it apart, low and breathless.

“Still pretending you don’t want it?” he murmured against your lips.

Before you could answer, another hand tangled in your hair. Suguru. His breath brushed your ear, calm in a way that only made it worse. “Let him have you,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “We all feel it. Don’t fight it.”

You could feel it too—the burn under your skin, the dizzy pulse behind your ribs. The virus, the fever, whatever it was—it hummed between everyone like static. A collective heartbeat.

When Suguru’s hand slid down to the back of your neck, pulling you away from Satoru, it wasn’t dominance—it was instinct. He kissed you hard, teeth clashing, and for a moment, all you could hear were the overlapping breaths, the restless shuffle of bodies too close together.

Toji’s voice broke through the haze, deep and slurred with heat. “You all gonna leave some room?”

You turned, and there they were—the rest of them, drawn in by the noise, eyes dark and unfocused. Choso leaned against the wall, chest rising too fast, while Nanami stood by the table like a man trying not to drown. Even Sukuna—half in shadow, red lines crawling faintly over his skin—was smiling like he’d been waiting for this.

“Don’t be shy,” Sukuna said, voice like a growl. “You started it.”

That earned a ragged laugh from Satoru. “You’re acting like it’s a choice.”

The room felt smaller by the second. Heat pressed down from every angle—hands finding your waist, someone’s fingers tracing the back of your neck, another mouth brushing your shoulder. You couldn’t tell who was touching you anymore. Maybe that was the point.

When you looked up again, the mirror above the fireplace caught it all—bodies moving in flickering light, faces blurred, too close, too desperate. It should’ve been horrifying, but it wasn’t. It was real. It was happening.

And when Satoru’s forehead pressed against yours again, whispering your name like an apology, you realised there was no going back.

The feverish air in the cabin was thick with the scent of sweat and an underlying musk that made your head spin. Bodies pressed against you from all sides, hands roaming over heated skin, breaths coming in ragged pants. You couldn't tell where one person ended and another began in the tangle of limbs and desperate kisses.

Sukuna's mouth was hot and demanding on yours, his tongue delving deep, stoking the flames of desire that consumed you. Satoru's hands were in your hair, on your back, everywhere at once, as if he couldn't get enough of touching you. Around you, the others moved like shadows in the flickering firelight, their grunts and moans filling the air.

You felt someone's fingers brush your hip, tugging at your waistband. Another hand travelled across your stomach. Someone else was kissing your neck, their teeth scraping over your pulse point, sending sparks of pleasure racing down your spine.

Lost in a haze of sensation, you clung to Sukuna, returning his kisses with equal fervour. Your hips rolled against his, seeking friction, needing more. Satoru's hard length pressed against your back, his hands sliding down to grip your ass, pulling you harder against him.

Toji's voice rumbled nearby, low and rough. "Fuck, I need to be inside someone. Now."

You were moving before you could think, hands guiding you, mouths mapping your skin. You found yourself on your hands and knees on the creaky floorboards, a tangle of sweat-slick bodies surrounding you. Fingers dipped between your legs, stroking and teasing your cock and ass. A gasp tore from your throat as someone's clever tongue circled the head of your cock, making your hips buck. "Fuck, so good f’me," they growled, voice muffled between your thighs.

Your head fell back as Satoru's fingers slid inside you, curling just right to hit that perfect spot. "Oh god," you gasped, rocking back onto his hand.

Around you, the others were just as lost in pleasure. The wet sounds of sucking and fucking filled the room, mingling with the crackle of the fire and the crash of rain on the roof. It was carnal and raw and utterly consuming.

Someone's thick cock pressed against your entrance, demanding entry. You moaned, arching your back in silent invitation. Sukuna's voice was a strained whisper in your ear. "Is this what you want? To be filled and stretched and fucked until you can't think straight?"

"Yes," you hissed, pushing back against him. "Please, I need it."

He didn't make you wait. With one hard thrust, he was inside you, splitting you open on his thick length. You cried out, fingers scrabbling at the floorboards as he started to move, each snap of his hips driving him deeper.

Choso leaned down to capture your mouth in a filthy kiss, swallowing your moans. His free hand dipped lower, finding your cock and rubbing tight circles around the sensitive head.

"You're so fucking hot like this," he groaned against your lips. "Taking us all. So hungry for it."

The praise sent a thrill through you, your walls clenching around Sukuna's cock. He set a punishing pace, hips slapping against your ass as he drove into you again and again.

Toji appeared in front of you, his thick cock jutting out from a nest of dark curls. "Open up," he demanded, fisting a hand in your hair and pulling you forward.

You obeyed without hesitation, taking him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head. He swore viciously, his hips jerking as you began to suck.

Your eyes fluttered open as you bobbed on Toji's cock, catching sight of Satoru kneeling in front of Suguru. His head was buried between Suguru's thighs, his lips wrapped around his shaft as he sucked him off with abandon. The sight sent a jolt of desire through you, your walls clenching around Sukuna's cock.

As if sensing your gaze, Satoru looked toward you, his eyes dark with lust. He held your gaze as he swallowed Suguru's length, his throat working around the thick flesh.

The room spun, a dizzying array of sensation—fingers and mouths and cocks everywhere, touching and tasting and filling you up. You were lost in it, drowning in pleasure, when Sukuna's thrusts turned erratic. "Gonna come," he grunted, pounding into you with wild abandon.

"Yes," you moaned around Toji's cock, squeezing your walls around Sukuna. "Give it to me."

With a shout, he buried himself to the hilt and came, spilling hot and deep inside you. The sensation triggered your own release, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave.

You shook and shuddered through it, Toji's cock pulsing in your mouth as he followed you over the edge with a hoarse cry.

As you collapsed forward onto the floorboards, gasping for breath, your hands continued to roam over your sweat-slicked skin. Choso was there, kissing you softly, murmuring endearments even as his fingers delved between your thighs, gathering Sukuna's release and pushing it back inside you.

"Don't waste it," he whispered, sliding two fingers deep. "You took it so well. Let it nourish you."

You moaned at the words, at the sensation of being filled and emptied and filled again. Your body was oversensitive, tingling with aftershocks, but still craving more.

Nanami's voice was a low purr in your ear. "Roll over, sweetheart. Let me taste what they left behind."

Too boneless to resist, you let him manoeuvre you onto your back. He settled between your legs, tongue dragging through your folds, lapping up Sukuna's spent seed and your own arousal. You keened at the sensation, back bowing off the floorboards.

Around you, the others were already starting to stir again, hands questing, mouths seeking. The fever hadn't abated—if anything, it burned hotter than ever. And you knew without a doubt that this was only the beginning.

By the time dawn touched the windows, the fire was out. The others were still, quiet, eyes open and glowing faintly.

You looked at your own reflection in the glass—with your veins dark and your skin pale, your pupils blown wide.

Something inside you whispered run.

So you did. Out into the wet morning air, barefoot and shaking, until the sound of your own heartbeat drowned out everything else.

Then you heard her—Shoko—calling your name, voice breaking through the trees.

You turned toward her. She raised her gun.

“Stay back,” she said.

You tried to speak, but it came out a low, animal rasp.

She didn’t hesitate.

The shot echoed once through the valley.

And then it was quiet again.

© carnalcrows on tumblr. Please do not steal my works as I spend time, and I take genuine effort to do them.

it was the kind of morning that just made everything feel easy.

no schedule, no shoots or filming, just the white sheets wrapped around the both of you and pedro to yourself.

it was rare really — having days like this. pedro — your boyfriend — worked too damn hard for his own good, always having a shoot to attend, a set to be at or an interview to go to. a man like him with a public image like that rarely had time to spend with his girl, but this morning things were different, and you had something on your mind.

pedro was still asleep, sprawled out on his stomach, bare biceps on display and an arm thrown lazily across your waist as he snored softly into the pillow, a habit you’d grown to love about him despite your misophonia.

you gently removed his arm from your waist, rolling him over onto his back and smiling softly when he grunted at the movement in his sleep.

you took a second to just admire him. relaxed, sleeping, yours. his hair was mussed from bed, his tanned face screwed up a little from whatever dream he must’ve been having. you reached over and ran a hand through his messy curls, scratching gently at his scalp and watching the way he leaned into your touch like a purring cat.

you swung a leg over his hip, straddling him without putting your full weight on him. you leaned down and kissed around his chest, kissing a circle around one of his nipples. “wake up,” you whispered, smiling when he groaned softly, his eyes fluttering open.

“mmm,” he hummed softly, shaking his head no.

“mhm,” you nodded, kissing your way back up to his mouth. you pressed your mouth to his own, being met with a soft groan. “wakey wakey.” you mumbled against his lips.

“mm,” he pulled back and squeezed his eyes shut. “i’ll wake up if it’s you telling me that we’re staying in bed all day.” he offered stubbornly, a slow smile creeping onto his lips.

“well, it’s something along those lines, actually. just a little.. less lazy.”

that made him crack an eye open.

a cheeky looking smile crossed his face as he rolled you both over, climbing on top of you with a grunt. “really?” he chuckled, looking like a damn kid in a candy store. “what kinda something were you thinking?” he asked, resting his chin on one of your covered breasts.

you flushed, swallowing thickly as you suddenly felt extremely nervous about what you were going to ask him. he was your boyfriend and you’d been together for almost two years now yet you still hadn’t the balls to ask him to fuck your ass straight up.

it was different, taboo even, doing something as out of the ordinary as this. you giggled and brought both hands up to cover your face, shaking your head in embarrassment.

pedro barked out a laugh, peppering kisses around your clothed chest and smushing his nose into your t-shirt. “please tell me — pretty please?”

“it’s embarrassing.” you whined.

pedro sighed through his nose and reached up to peel your palms away from your face, being met with your red cheeks.

god, you were adorable.

“c’mon, tell me. it doesn’t matter what it is, I promise i won’t laugh.” he said gently, his wide, playful smile drifting into a much softer, coaxing one. he brought one of your hands to his face and pressed a kiss to one of your knuckles.

you huffed, taking a breath to stabilise yourself a little. “okay. but before I say it, i promise it’s okay if you aren’t into it, it’s just.. i’ve never done it before and i thought it’d be fun.” you breathed.

“okay..” he replied, coaxing you to continue.

you brought a hand down to run through his hair, almost as if you just needed something to keep your hand busy to stop the overwhelming embarrassment you were feeling about asking this fucking question. “i was just wondering if you’d wanna try like.. anal? like I’ve heard it can feel really good if you prep properly and.. have good technique or whatever.”

pedro blinked, not put off just clearly not expecting.. that.

he wasn’t opposed to it, god there was nothing he’d love more than to try it. but there was always that worry about not doing it right and hurting you somehow. that would be last goddamn thing he’d wanna do. but then again, it wasn’t his first rodeo. he had done it before with some other people before you and.. no complaints.

you both weren’t complete strangers to butt stuff after all. matter of fact, sometimes if pedro had you on your belly while he was eating your pussy, sometimes he’d slide up and give your asshole a teasing lick or gentle kiss. or if he was fucking you in doggy style, sometimes he’d slick his finger up and thumb at your ass a little. and you seemed to enjoy it, clearly a lot considering you wanted him to go all the way with you.

“well?” you asked a little impatiently, clearly stressed about his silence.

“shit, yeah, sorry baby. i was just thinking.” he apologised, pressing a kiss just over your heart. “i mean, if this is something you seriously want to do, i’m totally behind it. but I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

your throat tightened a little at how sickeningly tender he always was with things like this. always putting your comfort first.

“i promise it’s what i want.” you whispered.

pedro smirked, stroking the apple of your cheek with his thumb. “well, you know i’ll give you anything you want.”

“you’re sure?” pedro asked for the thousandth time as he kissed his way down your lower back. you were now sprawled on your hands and knees, t-shirt off and in just your cotton panties from last night as pedro pressed some extra kisses around your hips, still in his attire from last night which included just a pair of boxers.

“absolutely positive, pedro.” you replied with a giggle, appreciating his checking up all the same. it was nice to know that there wasn’t any rush. that you could both take as much time as you needed and that you didn’t have to hesitate to stop him if you felt you needed to.

“okay,” he whispered, settling on his knees behind you and gently tugging on the waistband of your underwear. “can we take these off?”

you let out a dreamy sigh and arched back into his hand. “uh huh. yes please, baby.” you muttered, knowing he needed to hear your words.

“good girl.” he praised before trailing your underwear down your backside and thighs until you were completely bare for him — pussy and asshole uncovered, your pretty opening glistening with arousal that must have been building all morning, your other hole practically winking at him.

“you’re so beautiful back here, baby,” he murmured, spreading open your cheeks and leaning in to press a kiss to your already-slick clit. “wanna eat your pussy and pretty little ass before i get started with my cock. does that sound good?”

“yeah.. sounds so good.” you heard the click of a plastic bottle open — the lube that pedro had picked up a while back that you’d both barely used. it was cherry flavoured, which you found kinda cute. at least then he could taste you while slicking you up. you also found it adorable that he’d picked your favourite flavour in candy for the lubricant.

pedro shook the bottle a little before pouring out some of the oily liquid over your asshole and pussy — not that your cunt really needed it, you always succeeded in making a mess for him. you moaned at the feeling of the hot oil spilling over your most intimate areas, the tingling sensation of your asshole when the oil settled into it.

pedro leaned in, taking his time in licking a stripe all the way from your clit to your tight, relatively untouched ring of muscle. he lingered there a little — flattening his tongue and moving his head around in circles. you clenched a little at the still pretty foreign feeling but when you felt Pedro’s hand travel up to the back of your thigh, stroking the skin there every so gently, you released that tension, letting out a breathy moan as you allowed yourself to feel that tingling sensation as his tongue licked around your hole.

his hand came up to your clit, gently rolling ir between two of his fingers as his tongue lapped up your asshole. the double stimulation was enough to make you drop your head into your folded arms, back arching into his face while he ate you like a man starved.

“oh, pedro,” you cried softly, feeling him trail his lips back down to your aching core and latching his lips around your clit, suckling gently while circling your asshole with his thumb. “feel’s so good.”

“i’m so glad, baby,” he murmured against your cunt, pressing his thumb a little harder to the taut ring of muscles. his thumb managed to slide past that ring with the lubrication from before. it was no more than inch if even but still felt a little sharp. more of an achy sting as he held his thumb there, giving you some time to adjust and focusing on that bundle of nerves. suckling and flicking it with his tongue. “just wanna work you open a little, okay? I don’t want you to be in pain.”

you let out a sharp breath but quickly relaxed into the feeling, distracted from the stimulation on your sensitive clit. pedro took the opportunity to slide the rest of his thumb in, being met with barely any resistance from your now relaxed muscles. “jesus, baby. been waiting so long to play with this ass.” he moaned, pulling back and letting a drop of saliva fall onto your clit. his hand came down on your ass in a playful, gentle smack and he watched as your cheeks jiggled from the impact.

you giggled into your arms but your laughing was cut short when you felt pedro wiggle his thumb a little in your asshole. the sensation was so much different than vaginal penetration. it felt.. full and sensitive. like every twitch of his finger could make you collapse in the best way possible. surprisingly, there wasn’t any pain but you were almost sure there would be when pedro used his cock to stretch you.

he wasn’t huge, relatively average — probably around six inches when he was hard, but he had some girth to him. he was thick and sometimes if you both spontaneously decided to fuck, you would struggle with the stretch of his cock head.

but you knew pedro, and you trusted him with this. he was always patient when it came to sex — never rushing.

“want you t’take my ass.” you gasped suddenly, turning your head just enough for him to see your flushed face. he seemed to pause — clearly hesitant to do so just yet.

“please, pedro i know you wanna prepare me a little more but i need your cock so bad and i — ” pedro cut your babbling off, removing his thumb from your ass and peppering gentle kisses around the slightly gaping hole to soothe you.

“shh, it’s okay, it’s okay.” he hushed. “i’ll give it you, but i need you to relax, for me, baby. can you do that for me?” he asked, rolling you off of your stomach and onto your back so he could face you.

you looked up at him as he crawled on top of you, taking a second to just take it all in. you looked down at the bulge in his boxers and, god you just couldn’t help yourself. your hand slid down his belly until it cupped his length through the thin fabric of his black underwear. you heard him stifle a groan under his breath. you felt him throb through the layer of clothing, clearly painfully hard from eating your pussy and ass.

the thing about pedro was that he was a pleaser — something he so gracefully decided to tell the whole world in a fucking interview with dakota and chris. he got off on making you feel good. it was just in his nature.

a lazy smile crossed your lips when you felt him twitch in your hand. you pulled down the waistband of his boxers just enough to free his cock and aching balls. the sight could’ve made you drool. you didn’t think you’d ever get used to seeing his cock leak all over itself. “you’re so hard, baby. is this all for my ass?” you asked in that sultry tone that you knew drove him wild.

he choked on a laugh when he felt your hand wrap around his base, giving him an experimental stroke. “shit, sweetheart — it’s all for you.” his lips pressed against your own in a messy, slightly sloppy kiss — his tongue licking into your eager mouth. when he finally pulled back, he was breathless, mouth swollen and eyes wild.

“need to push your legs up for me, baby.” he explained, settling himself between your legs and folding your knees up to your chest, leaning down and and hooking your feet on either side of his neck.

he was lucky you did yoga — folding you up like a goddamn pretzel.

he took his cock between two fingers, notching his tip at your entrance but not quite pushing in, just getting you used to the feeling of that heaviness against your opening. he used his dick’s head to circle around your ring of nerves sending a tingly sensation up your spine.

you dropped your head back into the pillows, a breathy moan escaping your now parted, pink lips. “feel’s tingly,” you hummed, wrapping both your arms underneath your knees.

pedro smiled down at you, reaching over to grab the bottle of lube to slick you up even more. he squeezed the bottle, the cherry oil spilling down onto both your holes. he used his cock to massage the lube into your tight opening and rubbed the excess over his length. “good tingly?” he asked, pushing his hips forward while asking the question, almost as if he was using his words to distract you from that initial stretch.

a sharp gasp was punched out of your lungs at the painful sensation of your opening being stretched around his tip. it was kind of like having freezing cold hands and running them under hot water — that initial shock and burn on your skin that would eventually fade into relief, your body eventually allowing that heat to envelop your skin.

“hey — hey, look at me.” he coaxed, using one of his hands to tilt your chin up to meet his face. he looked and sounded worried. “you okay? we can stop if you need to there’s no pr — ”

“nonono want you to keep going.” you gasped, tears welling up in your waterline. as much as the stretch was uncomfortable, there was a part of you that sort of enjoyed that twinge of pain and sensitivity.

“you’re sure?” he asked, reaching down to press a thumb on your clit.

“m’sure.. please pedro..” you cried.

pedro didn’t waste any more time.

as soon as he felt your muscles relax around his aching dick, he thrusted his hips forward in one, slightly harsh thrust, completely knocking the wind out of you.

you shut your eyes and focused on the building pressure in your lower stomach, feeling the way his cock twitched inside of your sensitive ass. you felt incredibly full, his member pressing against the untouched walls of your butt, stimulating your g-spot — something you weren’t even aware was possible.

one of your hands flew down to the mattress to fist the sheets, needing something to hold onto. “yes, baby..” you whispered, feeling extremely aroused from how intimate yet perverse the whole situation was. it felt so addictive that you wished he could fuck both your holes at the same time. you just wanted to feel him everywhere.

pedro’s voice cracked at the new feeling. “tan jodidamente apretado, nena,” he groaned. you moaned as if you had any idea what he’d just said. he always sounded so sexy when he spoke spanish that he could literally be telling you to hang yourself and you’d still squeeze his cock.

the lube made things much smoother and for a second your mind dipped to how awful it must feel for people using spit. pedro pulled back a couple inches and rocked his way back in — an experimental thrust.

you couldn’t stop yourself.

a loud sob escaped right from your chest. “oh my god,”

a cocky smile looked back at you. “yeah? you starting to feel good now, baby?”

you nodded eagerly. “yeah, yeah don’t stop.” you said in more of a whine than anything. the feeling was still so intense, so foreign that it had your legs trembling, your feet digging into his shoulders.

pedro seemed surprised at how quickly you were relaxing into the feeling. he started to draw those circles that you enjoyed ever so much on your clit, his sole goal being to get you to cum from his dick in your ass.

one of his thick arms wrapped around both your legs as he fucked in and out of your asshole, feeling the way you started to twitch and clench around him. his thumb worked over time on your clit — circling, pressing, rubbing, whatever he thought would feel best in that moment.

“are you going to cum for me?” he asked breathlessly, starting to fuck you brutally that you were sure you’d be a ruin of a woman by the time he was done with you. “gonna cum with my cock in this ass?”

the sounds you were making now were anything but dainty and cute. borderline porn star sounding moans being ripped from your throat. your whole body was buzzing, the headboard slamming against the wall in such a way that made you ever so grateful that you didn’t have neighbours.

“gonna cum, gonna cum on your-your cock,” you hiccuped, tears messily streaming down your face as you felt that familiar feeling in your core.

something you could only describe as a scream left your lungs as the brutal orgasm washed over you. your whole body shook with the impact and intensity of it all, your eyes rolling back in your head as you went silent.

you weren’t even sure what kind of orgasm it was. whether it was clitoral or vaginal, you didn’t know. what you did know though, was that it was the signal most overwhelming climax you’d ever felt.

and pedro was there to catch you.

fucking your quivering hole through it as he now started to focus on reaching the big o himself. “oh my god, honey. just squeezing me so tight. gonna fucking cream this ass, baby. gonna fill you — ”

the next thing you knew, he was flooding your butt with his hot, creamy cum, filling you with every last drop.

it made a tear fall down your cheek. a helpless sob leave your mouth.

you weren’t sure how long you both lay there — it could’ve been hours for all you knew.

pedro had since collapsed on top of you, his cock nestled inside you between those pretty cheeks. he’d let you drop you legs down though so you were comfortable. the gentleman as always.

both his arms were wrapped around your middle, face pressed between your breasts occasionally moving to press a kiss or suck to one of your nipples.

“that was..” your voice trailed off, not quite sure of what to make of the whole ordeal. you were sure you’d both be spending the day in bed eating uber eats considering your.. situation. you were sure that if you even attempted to walk down the stairs you would collapse in a matter of seconds.

pedro chuckled, nosing the soft skin between your boobs. “peachy?”

you burst out in a fit of unexpected giggles. “yeah, something like that.”

okay.. wow. this took fucking years off me. I don’t why I got such huge writers block for such an easy storyline?! anyways, hope you enjoyed! likes, comments and reblogs are all greatly appreciated! happy kinktober everyone👻🎃

“Gonna put-” his muscles tighten mid sentence “fuck-” he drives into me relentlessly. “Gonna put a fuckin’ baby in you darlin’”

“Yeah?” I tease, hands moving from his chest and grazing over my body until they grab at my tits, rolling my hips deeper as I bite my bottom lip, feeling him stiffen even more.

He moves to my hips, guiding my movements, his hands melting into my skin. “Gonna cum so deep in this tight little hole” he reaches up, placing his larger hand over mine, still resting on my breasts.

“Spill all my seed inside” his thrusts become more erratic “Not gonna let a single drop slip out”.

A pitiful whine slips out of me "You said this last time" high and desperate. Jax stills, his thrusts halting like he's deciding whether to ruin me or make me beg for it.

His hand slides to the back of my head, fingers tangled deep in my hair before yanking me forward causing our foreheads to collide. “You doubtin’ me y/n?” I wince at the adjustment of his cock still pitted deep inside.

"Just saying" I mutter, my words hot against his face "why don’t you man up and fucking do it" I say it on purpose, baiting him because I want to piss him off. Want to see that darkness, and plus I wouldn’t mind being a mom.

I see the sudden shift in his eyes, and he doesn't say a word. Doesn't need to. In one rough motion, he grabs me, pulling out with a filthy pop, the sound alone enough to make my breath hitch. He forces me off of him before sliding the condom off and carelessly flicking it onto the bedside table.

I giggle, already knowing what's to come.

"This what you want, yeah?" he asks, like he's giving me one last out, even though we both know I'm not taking it.

"Isn't it what you want?" I shoot back, words rolling off my tongue sweet as honey, a dare laced in sugar. He stares at me, jaw flexing, eyes gone dark. Then that slow, dangerous grin cuts across his mouth.

Before I can even let out another breath, he's on me. Pushing my back into the mattress, all heat and muscle as his weight crashes down, his body taking over me, as mine swallows him whole.

Every ridge of his cock hits against the sweetest spots of my walls. My head thrashes against the cotton beneath me, the pillow cool against my overheated skin. I cant keep still. Fingers clutching at him, searching for something to hold on to as he drives into me like a fucking jack hammer.

“This what you fuckin’ wanted, huh?” His arms snake up, finding my neck like they have a thousand times before. His thumbs trace the lines of my throat before his grip tightens.

“Can’t wait to make you the mother of my kid” He uses my neck as an anchor to drive deeper.

“Jesus Christ y/n. You’re gonna look fuckin’ beautiful pregnant”

“Then fucking cum in me Jax” The words tear out of me, too full of everything to hold back. I can see it in him too. The tightness around his eyes, the way he winces in pleasure.

"Shit. I'm gonna-"

“Do it baby, cum for me” I fuck against his thrusts.

“Im gonna cu-”

“Cum Jax” I scratch down his ink.

“Im gonna cu-” The groan that leaves his mouth doesn't even sound human. Its rough, coming straight from his chest, the kind of sound that vibrates the air. It's full of need, tension and its fucking filthy.

He’s painting my walls with his cum and its the most euphoric feeling, I fall into my own release. He doesn’t move though, he stays put, his balls still pressed tightly against my ass making sure my pussy soaks up every last drop of him. His lips then find my skin, scattering kisses that melt into words. "So fuckin' beautiful" is the last thing he says before he finally leaves me missing his fullness.

“Don’t move” he says, grabbing me by the ankles and thrusting my legs in the air. He uses his index finger to push any run away cum back inside me, taking a second to smear some over my clit in small little circles, the sensitivity making my stomach dip in frantic little movements.

“What a fuckin’ sight” he mumbles to himself.

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Like Eddie holding you up, your thighs wrapped around his waist, his big hands on your ass. His tongue in your mouth as he kisses you more and more aggressively until you can’t breath and your head is spinning. The way he manhandles you, impaling his thick cock inside you as he grits his teeth trying to control himself from being too rough. But his cock only fits half way and you’re clinging onto his shoulders moaning like a ghost in a haunted house.

You heave for air as his cock knocks the wind out of you. He lays you out on the bed, your hair fanning out as he yanks you to the edge of the bed.

“Fuck sweetheart” he groans looking at the way his cock disappears inside of you. His neck straining as he holds himself back.

“More Eddie, fuck give me more” you gasp, your nails digging into his back.

“S-shit baby, don’t wanna hurt you” he grunts, slowly pulling out and back halfway in. As he refuses to go deeper, his eyes already rolling back as your tight velvet walls grip onto him.

“Please Eddie” you whine, pressing the heels of your feet into his ass forcing him deeper into you. Your jaw slacks as you’re stretched open by your boyfriend.

“S-shit s-so fucking big” you moan pressing your chest into his.

“F-fuck you’re gonna kill me” he groans voice higher pitched then normal. He hisses, teeth clenched tightly as he tries to remain still. However you don’t give him the chance, you dig your feet deeper into his pale ass. Pushing him inch by inch slowly into you until his hips are flush with your ass.

Eddie knows that he needs to be the one to slow down, but it's hard when you feel this good - especially when you're moaning like that. He hasn’t even moved and yet you’re already cock drunk. You’re drooling and moaning incoherently as Eddie’s cock fits like a puzzle piece inside you, nice and deep.your pussy struggles to accommodate the stretch. Your walls pulse around him almost like it’s trying to push Eddie out. 

His arms shake as he shallowly thrusts into you, little grunts leaving his lips. 

“Fuck Princess, so fucking tight” he whines. 

“S-shit it’s like you’re fucking choking my cock” he grunts out, looking at the slight bulge in your lower stomach every time he slides back in. The sight is enough to make him cum right then and there. 

“F-fuck fuck fuck ohhhh fuck” you moan underneath him trying to grind into him but his grip on your hips tightens. You know he’s gonna leave bruises on you but you fucking love it. Love that he’s practically whimpering “princess” under his breath like a broken record, like he needs to burn the feeling and imagine in his head. 

“More, Eddie please-” you whine, your pussy pulsing around him desperately trying to drag him back in. He shakes his head vehemently, his jaw tight as he grinds his teeth. No girl could ever take his full cock before and much less someone so petite. 

“So fucking perfect Princess. Your pussy’s taking me so fucking good. Fucking stretching out to fit my cock baby” he grunts out starting to lose his reserve. His hips move slightly faster as he feels the burn deep in his gut. 

“Made f’you Eds” you nod, eyebrows pinched together as he pulls the rubber band tighter. You flex your stomach trying to keep it together. Your moans getting louder as his his resolve starts to slack more and more. 

It isn’t long until he’s snapping his hips into yours looking like a man possessed. He’s fucking feral, hair wild, pupils blown out, neck flexed. His whole body is tense as he pounds into you fast and hard completely breaking you down. 

You’re more than cock drunk at this point. Babbling gibberish, writhing under him, pulling at the sheets, your eyes closed shut as you’re in your own little world taking Eddie’s thick cock. 

“Jesus fucking Christ” Eddie moans at the sight of you. Most girls would’ve cried in pain, he always needed at least an hour of stretching and foreplay to get half way in and yet here you are taking it.

“M’gonna cum!” You cry, stomach flexing harder, your muscles tightening almost painfully. 

“Fuck- cum on my cock, Princess,” he pants, his balls slapping into your ass, hand pressing into your stomach feeling the bulge of his cock.

“Ohh fuck- fuck- fuckkk fuckkk” you all but scream as you let go. You tremble under Eddie’s body, face contorted, jaw slacked, drool dripping down your chin. It’s like you’re high and drunk at the same time. 

“That’s it Princess milk my fucking cock. Taking me so well, begging for my fucking cum” he grunts. His eyes rolling back as he clenched his jaw and comes hard. Thick white ropes paint your velvet walls already dripping down to your ass. Your pussy too small to accommodate both his cock and cum. 

“Shit” he heaves, slowly pulling out not trying to hurt you further. 

“I’m not gonna be able to walk am I?” You groan as he nuzzles into your neck. 

He chuckles,”probably not.”

“You’re the worst” you mumble lightly nipping his bottom lip. 

When you first brought up the idea, Hajime was... shocked, to say the least. Sure, you had rode his thigh and his cock before. But his bicep? That was certainly new. Eventually, you eased him into the idea, and even got him to tie your ankles together underneath his arm.

Once he laid on the bed, he pulled off his shirt and positioned his arm for you whenever you were ready. At first, finding a rhythm was a little tricky. But soon enough, Iwaizumi caught on to your struggle and flexed his arm just right that it rubbed against your clit in a way that made you whimper his name under your breath.

After finding a steady rhythm, he couldn't help but grab a handful of your ass to guide you along the hard muscle of his bicep. The feeling alone could've made you cum right then and there, but you knew you needed to last just a little longer for him.

"I-Iwa— ah... feels good..!" you cried, speeding up with each grind of your sopping cunt on his arm. He couldn't help but let out a low groan at the sounds you were making.

"Oh yeah? Feels good, hm? You gonna cum for me, huh? Gonna cum for daddy?" he teased, gripping the plush fat of your ass and moving his arm from underneath you for extra friction. "Go on then, be a good girl and cum."

That was all it took for the coil in your stomach to snap with a sharp cry of his name. You were sure all of the apartments near you could hear what was going on since the window was still open, but you didn't care. The feeling of him was too much for you to register anything else.

Once you came down from your high, he traced soft circles on your bare thighs then whispered, "Think you can go for another one?"

Even though you were already pretty tired, you nodded your head as soon as he finished his sentence. He turned you around, undoing the ties on your ankles, then pulled down the sweats he was wearing that had been soaked through a little with precum. With an agonizingly slow pace, he rubbed the tip of his cock through your folds, occasionally focusing on your already puffy clit which elicited a gasp from you each time.

"You ready for me?" he mumbled, and you arched your back in response, trying to get him inside you as quickly as possible. With this, he landed a smack on your ass and spoke again, "Use your words, sweetheart. I wanna hear you."

With a shaky sigh, you mumbled, "'m ready.." But for him, that wasn't enough. He smacked your cunt with his tip, and motioned for you to try again. After another whine you finally did what he wanted, "I'm— im ready daddy.. please f-fuck me."

As soon as you finished speaking, he was pushing inside you with a quick thrust upward. You cried out, leaning forward and gripping the bedsheets for support. He was about to move, but instead, he grabbed your hands and put them behind you and tied them together with the belt from earlier. And finally, he started to roughly thrust into you. Barely anytime to adjust, just purely primal and needy.

"Oh— fuck! Iwa.. 's too much !" you moaned. You arched your back, and bounced on his cock in time with his thrusts. You were already so sensitive that you could feel your second orgasm approaching quickly.

He groaned, speeding up a little. He could feel himself getting close, but he had to make you cum first no matter how sloppy his thrusts were becoming. "You— fuck your so tight.. you can take it— b-baby.. cum with me— ah..— okay?"

You nodded, your cunt squeezing around his fat cock to hold it in. "O-okay.. fuck— feels so gooddd!" At this point, you were just a fucked out babbling mess letting him take what he needed from you until finally he came deep inside you with one final thrust with you following right after, thighs shaking from exhaustion.