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Got scheduled for nine days in a row with no break, but at least my favorite work dilf was wearing a very tight shirt and signed up to be an HRC donor today.

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Gojo-Fushiguro family :]

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MDNI

thinking abt noritoshi kamo who stays a virgin till he’s ready to have children, having grown up with the mindset that “sex” is only for producing offspring

but the second he sinks his cock inside you, all previous beliefs flew out the window. how could something that felt this good only be reserved for making children?

he quickly loses his mind inside you, humping his cock in and out of your wet pussy with reckless out of time thrusts as he nears his orgasm in under a minute, fully ready to cum inside you with no remorse or embarrassment about cumming prematurely

and when he does? he’s addicted. he’d cum in you overrr and overrr whispering, “gotta make sure it takes, gotta make sure i get u pregnant right?” but after 5 hours of him breeding you, his explanation holds no other reason than the fact that he just wants to cum inside you because it felt good

sure, it might’ve started as solely trying to knock you up, but now it was for his own selfish reasons too. it felt so warm and soft inside you how was he meant to stop? “fuck- take it, take my fucking load” he groans in you ear, his sweaty chest pressed to your back, his weight crushing you

“gonna get you pregnant with my babies, you want that? huh? want me to make you a mother?” his foul mouth has caught you off guard several times this night, since he was usually more reserved otherwise

you’re sure you’re about to black out from kamo wringing himself dry inside of you for hours on end with no break, and you don’t see any break on the horizon when he whispers “not gonna stop still i’m shooting blanks inside you” against the shell of your ear

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the self-indulgent fanfiction will continue until morale improves

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Me writing Kishibe 🫣

'he would not fucking say that' maybe he would if he knew he was starring in his very own porn fic for the sole purpose of delighting some freaks on archive of our own dot org. maybe he'd play it up for the cameras. ever consider that

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him kissing the soft spot between your neck and shoulders as he's buried deep in you, murmuring how much he loves you and that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you

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༝ ᭝ ༝ REALISTIC SEX / SCENARIOS WITH NARUTO MEN ༝ ᭝ ༝

⤷ ⋆ ft. itachi, neji, sasuke, kakashi ⋆

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cw ; MDNI — reader has trouble reaching an orgasm with itachi, neji struggles to get hard, not sure if it’s classified as somnophilia with sasuke but he wakes you up by playing with your pussy, kakashi cums too fast + he eats you out afterwards.

༝ ᭝ ༝ itachi ༝ ᭝ ༝

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

There are moments when your mind and body seem to disconnect.

Times, like the present, when Itachi leads you to bed with the intention of tasting your orgasm on his tongue, fingers curled straight into your g-spot. Itachi never fails to paint a pretty picture between your legs, eyes heavy lidded as he stares up at you, warm tongue licking your clit in a strong, steady rhythm. There’s an ache in your chest from the view.

Your brain screams with desire for your husband, frustration starting to well up in your throat because you’re trying with all your might to cum for him. Clenching the muscles in your pelvis, holding your breath until the knot in your lower belly goes taught. But it’s like sand slipping through your fingers any time Itachi moves so much as a centimeter out of place.

It’s not his fault. Itachi’s been diligent in his efforts to arouse you. Working out the tense knots hiding in your back and shoulders, kissing you until you’re dizzy, whispering praise and sweet, filthy nothings in your ear. He’s been eating your pussy for at least fifteen minutes.

Gritting your teeth, you push the heel of your palm against Itachi’s forehead, eyes stinging with defeat. “Itachi, baby, you can stop. It’s not gonna happen.”

Itachi pulls back to stare up at you in concern, deep voice soothing. “Are you sure, sweetheart? I’m happy to continue.” The pads of his fingers pet over your g-spot as proof, and the jolt of pleasure coaxes a soft moan from your lips.

You nod. “I’m sure,” you murmur. Itachi hums, lips cherry red, and there’s a sense of loss when he frees his fingers. He crawls up beside you and shifts to lay flat on his back.

“Would you be interested in riding me? I know it helps you reach your peak much quicker.” Itachi extends a hand your way. You glance between the small, encouraging smile on his face and the rock hard cock resting on his pelvis.

You grip his hand and straddle his hips. He’s irresistible.

“Are you okay with this position?” Your voice is breathy, anticipation buzzing in your veins. Raising up to your knees you reach down to steady his shaft, sliding the tip between your lips and line him up with your pussy. You begin to sit down, enjoying the slow stretch his cock provides, and don’t bother to wait for his answer.

Itachi white knuckles your hips, gasping, and digs his thumbs into the bone. “I — oh god, you know I’ll have you any way,” he manages to say through a moan.

With that, you brace your hands on Itachi’s flushed chest and start to bounce in his lap. Strong hands find their way to your butt and help support your movement, Itachi’s biceps flexing each time he pushes you upwards. Your husband’s right, as usual, and when you get close to the edge you sit with your ass flush to his pelvis, rolling your hips back and forth, and moan his name as his tip presses snug to your g-spot.

After your first orgasm, it’s much easier for Itachi to draw a second one from you. Only this time, your face is in the sheets and your ass is in the air.

༝ ᭝ ༝ neji ༝ ᭝ ༝

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

Neji is smart.

A prodigy, a genius, a phenomenal sensei — one of the highest ranked shinobi in all of Konoha. There’s no argument that Neji wears a lot of responsibility on his shoulders, and he returns home worn to the bone most evenings. You miss him, but he loves it, and the ache in your heart quiets when he manages to secure a day for you to spend together.

So naturally, sometimes, even when Neji’s belly burns white hot with arousal, he struggles to get hard.

He’s tired.

But even so, Neji’s throat still vibrates with a low moan when you plant a kiss in the hollow of it, sucking the skin between your lips, biting down and rolling it between your teeth. His fingers find your hair and thread through, content to ride along for the journey as you kiss his collarbone, over the defined muscle of his pecs, all the way down until your tongue runs along the crease of his inner thigh. He smells clean, like his body wash, and his knee jerks in response.

He avoids your ribs by an inch.

His cock’s filled out a quarter of the way by the time you reach it. It doesn’t deter you in the slightest. You lick from base to tip and Neji chokes on his next breath, head thrown into the pillow, when you swallow his soft, warm cock like you’re starving. Neji cries out and your scalp stings, hair wound tight around his fingers.

“Baby,” Neji breathes, voice cracking, and his hips buck up because he can’t quite sit still. “Don’t stop, please.”

You hollow your cheeks and suck, working him with your tongue until the muscle in your jaw aches. Despite your best efforts, Neji remains half hard. Even when you use your fingers to squeeze and play with his balls.

Neji’s noise of frustration pulls your mouth from his cock, watching it slap wet and sticky against his pelvis. You push up and sit on your calves, sending your husband a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, Neji. I don’t mind using my fingers.”

Nevermind that your pussy is so wet it spreads to your inner thighs whenever you shift your weight.

His face twists, distaste obvious. “I want you,” he affirms, pushing up to his elbows. “Talk to me.”

One of your eyebrows hikes up. “Talk to you?”

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he clarifies, a dusty pink blossoming on his cheeks. His gaze stays firm.

You take Neji’s cock in hand, squeezing, stroking once. He’s still slick with your saliva. The heat of embarrassment crawls up your neck and you swallow your hesitation. “Neji,” you begin lowly, voice thick with lust. “Please. I need you to use your pretty cock and fuck me. My pussy is so empty without you, I need my husband.”

Neji’s breath hitches, cock swelling fully in your palm as you stroke him faster, twisting your wrist. Neji sits straight up, catches you by the forearm, and pushes you onto your back.

With little fanfare, Neji settles between your thighs. He slides inside you to the hilt, pushes your knees to your chest, and promises, “I’m going to make you cum on my cock.”

༝ ᭝ ༝ sasuke ༝ ᭝ ༝

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Sasuke looked…good, tonight. Really good.

So much so that you’d been staring at him without an ounce of shame for the last ten minutes as he cut vegetables for dinner. It’s impressed you since the beginning how fluid he moves with one arm.

For awhile, the only noise in the room was the sharp crunch of Sasuke’s knife slicing through various veggies.

“Enjoying the show? Anything I can do to improve your viewing pleasure?” Sasuke’s voice rings out, the playful lilt to it showcasing his teasing. He shifts his head to glance at you out the side of his eye, hair swaying just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his rinnegan.

“Well,” you begin, dragging out the word as you rise from your chair and saunter up behind your husband. Your arms wrap around his waist, hugging him tight, and you relax into the heat bleeding through his shirt. “If you take your shirt off, I wouldn’t be opposed.”

Sasuke’s quiet laugh makes you bury your face further into his back, smiling to yourself. “Is that so? What if I get cold?” Sasuke chops straight through a cucumber.

“I’ll keep you warm,” you promise, playing with the hem of his t-shirt. Sneaky fingers slip under his shirt, tracing feather light over the skin right above his waistband. Sasuke’s breath catches, and goosebumps are waiting for you by the time your fingers trail over his ribs.

Sasuke sets his knife down on the cutting board and snatches one of your hands before it vanishes below his sweats. “After dinner.”

You pout, but respect his decision and untangle yourself from Sasuke.

Once you’re finished eating, you climb into your husband’s lap and make out with him, ignoring the movie you’d put on as if it never existed. Sasuke eventually maneuvers you out of his lap, stands, and leads you to your room. Once your clothes are scattered across the bed you shove Sasuke onto his back and resume straddling his hips, bracing your hands by his head, tits in his face as he cups one and sucks on your tender nipple.

He’s half hard beneath you, moaning with each roll of your pussy back and forth along his cock. Your clit throbs with flickers of pleasure, but soon you find the heavy fatigue of the day catching up to you out of nowhere, battling the urge to lay down beside him and sleep. You want Sasuke, there’s no doubt, but you can tell his heart’s not in it. Neither is yours.

Your hips come to a halt, hand lifting from the bed to brush the hair off his forehead. “Sasuke,” you murmur, toes curling lightly as he sucks your nipple once more and releases it with a pop.

“Hm?” He asks, meeting your gaze.

You give him a sheepish smile. “Would you rather have sex in the morning?”

You’d be offended by the relief in Sasuke’s eyes if you weren’t feeling the exact same. You slide off his lap and snuggle into his chest after he nods, arousal fading and drowsiness weighing you down instead.

You’re expecting it when slender fingers shake you from the haze of sleep in the morning, pressed to your clit and rubbing in steady circles, blood heating and thickening into something sweet like honey.

Sasuke shifts lower in his place behind you, warm breath tickling the nape of your neck. He clutches your thigh and lifts, nudging his tip to your pussy. With a slow press, he seals you together, pausing with his hips flush to your ass as his cock throbs.

Sasuke fucks you slow and deep, the perfect pace for a sleepy morning spent tangled in the sheets.

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After Kakashi passed the mantle of Hokage to Naruto, you assumed your husband would have more free time.

To be fair, for the most part, your theory rings true.

Sometimes, however, Kakashi is sent to deal with short missions. Which by all means isn’t an issue, but now and then he’ll get delayed. Stuck out in the field for weeks instead of days.

In the grand scheme of your relationship with Kakashi, two weeks is a minuscule amount of time to go without sex. Especially after all the years Kakashi spent coming and going on assignments before he took over as Hokage.

You’d just gotten used to getting Kakashi’s dick on a semi regular basis is all, so the two weeks he’d been gone this time felt like months. The day he returned, Kakashi got stuck doing debriefs before returning home to take the hottest bath known to mankind.

You remained patient. Barely. Lounging on your bed, staring at the ceiling until your eyes crossed waiting for your husband. As soon as he wanders into the bedroom, leaving wet footprints all over the floor, you hop off the bed and shove at his stomach, forcing him to land on the mattress. It knocks the wind out of him, eyes going wide as you yank his towel free.

“Fuck,” Kakashi groans, voice somewhat strained. “You miss me that much baby girl?” You place a knee on the bed, falling forward to crawl up the bed and straddle Kakashi. His hands shoot out, clinging to your hips while you sit down heavy in his lap.

Kakashi’s chest is firm and warm when your palms make contact, bracing your weight, pushing in close with a teasing grin. “I only missed your dick.”

He laughs, eyes crinkling at the sides. “Just my dick? Not the person attached to it?” Kakashi snakes his arms around your waist, hugging you to his chest, and traps your arms between your bodies. Your forehead playfully knocks against his.

“That’s correct. Just your dick, not the husband connected.”

Kakashi pouts. Then the world shifts and you squeak as Kakashi throws his weight to the side, rolling and crushing you, nestling himself snug between your thighs. “That’s mean, I’m hurt. Heartbroken!”

Your lips tug upwards as you squirm to free your arms, running them up his biceps, his shoulders, and frame the sides of his neck. “Aw my poor baby, will it help if I kiss it better?”

“I’m fatally wounded by your words, but I suppose you can try,” he teases, wearing a coy grin that rivals your own. You laugh and guide him down into a kiss, lips meeting hot and slick. Lust gathers rich and honeyed in your lower belly.

You’ve missed him so much, the sensation similar to tiny blades slipping between your rib cage. Kakashi whispers sweet nothings to you as he strips you bare, pussy pulsing from the nasty words. The entirety of your focus becomes centered on his cock when he slides home, forgoing the foreplay in favor of having you wrapped around him.

Kakashi picks up a quick rhythm, hooking your knees over his elbows, bending you in half, and snaps his hips as if he’s chasing a sweet pleasure that remains an inch out of reach.

Fingers locking tight around his biceps, pleasure coils tight and hot in your pelvis, thighs twitching the closer you get. Kakashi lets out a telltale moan that pitches higher at the end, a surefire sign that he’s this close to cumming, and your eyes fly open. Your husband’s are squeezed shut, lips parted as he pants.

You smack his chest, startling his eyes open wide. “K-Kakashi! Don’t you fucking dare cum yet!” You warn, his cock jerking in response.

Kakashi shivers. “I —,” he cuts himself off with a cry, shoving himself in until his hip bones are digging into your ass, grinding hard as a new warmth blooms inside you. Your own high fades fast into the background.

You wiggle with enough force that he drops your legs. “Kakashi you jerk! I was so close!”

“I’m sorry! Two weeks is a long time!” He defends, a hand coming up to rub the back of his neck, expression sheepish. Kakashi’s now soft cock slips free, and he scoots down onto his belly, face to face with your pussy. “I won’t leave you on the edge, I promise baby.”

The insult you were about to hurl at him disappears when his soft tongue drags up the seam of your pussy, lips parting under the gentle pressure. “Play with yourself,” he murmurs, kissing your clit once before placing his tongue where his cock had been, not the least bit bothered by the taste of his own release.

The relief of your fingers finding your clit is dizzying, rubbing tight, fast circles that arch your spine. Heat surges and resurfaces, the pleasure manipulated with ease by your fingers. As soon as that knot starts to release in your belly your fingers thread through Kakashi’s white hair, jerking his mouth to your clit. He follows your silent plea, lips sealing and tongue flicking to push you over the edge.

Heat prickles through your limbs, a soft cry of his name spilling past your lips. He only quits when you shove at his forehead, hips twitching away from his mouth. He dips his tongue in your pussy before pulling away, choosing to raise up and sit on his knees instead. His lips and chin are shiny.

“So….,” He begins, patting your inner thigh a few times in comfort once you’ve melted into the mattress.

You pry an eye open to peak at his cheeky smile. “You’re forgiven.”

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Ah damn, the restaurant absolutely SUCKED. Terrible vibe, no other queer people (at least visually), waited almost a half hour for a reservation, sardine seating.

We bailed and went home to get Taco Bell and get drunk!

Spirits are still high and we just saved a bunch of money! Win-Win!

Just had excellent bizarre freaky sex, wearing a fur coat, cigarette in hand, about to go eat a bunch of Italian food at a beach restaurant.

Never kill yourself

May you all enjoy your valentine’s days!

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Just had excellent bizarre freaky sex, wearing a fur coat, cigarette in hand, about to go eat a bunch of Italian food at a beach restaurant.

Never kill yourself

May you all enjoy your valentine’s days!

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Bloody (Kishibe x Reader)

MDNI, SMUT, 18+ ONLY

Kishibe comes over to hook up at a less than opportune time. Too bad he's a total freak and doesn't care about getting a little messy.

wc: 4k ao3 Masterlist

Warnings: BLOOD, PERIOD SEX, MENSTRUATION, cunnilingus, absolutely foul dirty talk, kissing, fingering, anal, getting really mystic when you're fucking (if you get it you get it), nipple play, a lot of discussion about consent. NASTY, SWEATY, DIRTY SMUT

“You think I’m put off by a little blood?” Kishibe clicks his tongue.

“It’s…weird? I don’t know?” You shifted under his gaze, your face heating up.

“We’re a bit past weird, don’t you think?” He inched closer, you leaned back trying to keep the space, “I’m covered in blood every day.”

“Not mine! And not…this, it’s different.” You whine again

“Exactly, I’ve had so much blood in my mouth and it's never been yours.” He was even closer now, pushing you against the back of the couch, hands not touching you, but lips and nose brushing along your neck making you shiver, “You think I can’t get my hands dirty?”

“Kishi—“

“Don’t you love to swallow my cum? My spit?” Finally his hands find your hips, sliding back to your ass and squeezing, “Or when I slide my tongue around your pretty asshole?”

You let out a small shaky moan, you couldn’t believe how nasty he was being. And he was usually filthy. 

“It’ll help the pain go away. It’s good for you.” He kisses right against the heartbeat in your neck making your eyes flutter.

“So you’re just tired of hearing me complain, huh?” You wrapped your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, you were folding already.

“Mmhm” he teased, “wanna give you something else to whine about.”

His hands circled your aching hips, the pressure and heat of them already alleviating the dull pain.

“Kishi—“ your lip caught between your teeth, the trepidation inching further over your desire to give in.

“Come on, baby. Let me.” He asks again, moving his hands up your side, bringing your body right against his.

You moan again, every nerve in your body reaching out for him. He had dropped his coat at the door, his tie was folded on the kitchen counter, his shirt was already wrinkled when he had put it on this morning, but now it was half undone and completely disheveled. His body was warm, you could see the flush of desire creeping along his shoulder and neck under the collar.

“You’re so sensitive like this.” He whispered, maybe just to himself, he cupped one of your heavy, sore breasts,“I bet you taste so good. Let me.”

You pushed your chest into his hand, feeling your head fall back in ecstasy already. 

You hadn’t even asked him over tonight, he just showed up and found you crumpled on the couch under a sea of blankets whining about how much your body hurt. 

“What the hell happened to you?” He asked, already taking off his coat and making his way to your liquor cabinet.

“I got hit by the menstruation devil.” You huffed, keeping your eyes on the flickering tv.

He chuckled, the bastard actually laughed, “oh you poor thing.” 

“What are you even doing here?” You rolled your eyes. 

“Suddenly I need an invitation?” he poured himself a glass from the wide, amber colored bottle, “What was it you said last night? ‘Cum inside. Cum inside Kishibe, please, cum inside.’”

He pitched his voice up to mock your whimpery fucked out tone and crossed over to the couch, taking a seat beside your blanketed form. His dark eyes scanned over the impression of your body nested in the covers. 

“There isn’t much I can do for you tonight, Kishi. If you’re just going to hang out here and drink the booze I paid for, then just pour yourself one to go.” You rolled your eyes, not sure what hurt worse your head or your lower stomach. 

“I like you better when you’re playing hostess.” He picked up your legs and dropped them in his lap. 

You groaned but turned over to lay on your back, the slight rise in your legs actually alleviating the pain in your uterus. You peek at him over the blanket covering your body, watching him sip on the drink he made with your liquor. He looked like he had a rough day, thank god his coat wasn’t in sight or you would be thinking about all the dust and debris and god knows what else that could be sinking into your couch cushions. He looked back over to you, surveying your flushed face, your knit together brows. A rare tenderness came over him. 

“You really feel shitty, huh?” He runs his hand up your leg, under the leg of your soft sweatpants. 

You nodded, “let's have an organ leak out of your body and see how you feel.” 

The asshole smiled again, “oh come on, Sugar. I’m trying to help.” 

You rolled your eyes as his hand smoothed further up your leg. If your body wasn’t so sensitive right now you would be kicking him out, but his hand on you felt so…sweet. Warm with the perfect amount of pressure, you wanted it higher, you wanted it pressing so deliciously on your aching, contracting womb. You thought back times where his hand had pressed right where you need him, right on your lower belly, pressing against himself deep inside of you, making your eyes roll back, making you squirt onto his pelvis as he fucked deeper into you. Fuck, the blankets were feeling too hot now. 

Reason took over, “No, you’re here to help yourself. I can’t fuck you right now, Kishibe.” 

“We don’t have to fuck. Just let me eat you out, it’ll help.” Your jaw fell open, you studied his face for any sign that he would break into laughter or swat at your thigh for even thinking he was being serious. 

But you found nothing, except for the burning glint in his eye full of hunger. 

“No!” You tried to pull your legs away, sitting up, but he caught your ankle as it left his lap and firmly, not painfully, kept it against his leg. 

“What? You love when I eat you out.” he gave a wicked smile, moving his thumb over the ball of your ankle. 

“But its…gross…I’m all bloody and I haven’t showered and---”

His throat gave a small groan, “I’m already sold, baby, you don’t have to convince me.”

“Kishibe---”

“You think I’m put off by a little blood?” He clicked his tongue. 

This was how he had brought you onto your back on the couch, him between your legs, hot, wet kisses moving over your neck. You couldn’t help it, you were anxious and put off by the idea, but you were so sensitive, so reactive, your body craved the release of being pleasured by him. And the idea that he would be disgusted, or that he was doing this begrudgingly was gone from your mind the moment you felt how hard he had become against your thigh. His blunt nails scratched from your hip to your knee, you shuddered and arched up for him. This allowed him space to move his arm under your waist and hold you closer to him, he loved you like this. Soft and pliant, reactive and aching for him.

“You know baby, If you hate it so much, I can make it go away for a little while. Few months at least.” He kissed up your jaw to the corner of your mouth. 

“As if,” you giggled, “No one wants a dad old enough to be their grandfather, it's far too confusing for a child. Especially when mommy’s not even close. What would the parent’s at the pick-up line say?”  

“You’re so considerate.” He teased, taking your mouth. 

He was an excellent kisser, had been since you first got together, well, likely before that, but you didn’t care to think about that much. His tongue was smart, mapping out your mouth, or retaining the memory of the layout. His kisses were overwhelming, they took your breath away, they brought you to that state of breathlessness where all you want to do is kiss him more, kiss him harder, explore him more, be taken over by him. He slid his hand up your body and under your t-shirt, taking one of your breasts in his palm, squeezing it firmly, making you gasp out. 

“Owww, Kishi be careful.” You whine, bottom lip between your teeth. 

He tuts, eyes looking over your desperate face, “Oh, honey, I’m sorry. You’re just…so sensitive…I can’t help myself when you make those pretty sounds for me.”

He squeezed again, just as hard, making you keen back. 

“My poor girl, it hurts, huh?” His voice is so thick, so coated in the dripping hunger to taste you at your most vulnerable. 

You nodded, giving him your softest doe eyes, hoping he would lighten up. Instead, he ducks his head down under your shirt and takes your peaked nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue over it, listening to you huff out pathetic whimpers of pleasure, before taking it between his teeth. You cry out, hands on his shoulders trying to push him off of you. He doesn't budge, you knew he wouldn’t, but your reflexes tried anyway. His arm around your waist kept you firmly in place against his mouth, which he opened to lap gently over the peak he had just abused. He didn’t care about your whimpers and protests, his mind had been completely overtaken by the desire. Every part of your body was calling to him, he could feel the heat coming from your core, the waves of humid pleasure laced with the untasted  

“Has anyone had you like this?” The smoke of his voice danced over the wet spots on your neck, making goosebumps appear despite the heat surrounding you both. 

You shook your head, he thought he would lose it in his pants right then and there. Your mussed hair, your sloppy, spit covered lips parted in a gasp. His hips rolled against the couch, the friction so delicious against his burning erection. 

“Saved it for me, huh?” He moved down your body on the couch. 

“Already forgetting you walked in here and practically begged me?” Your cheeks burning made it harder to be smug, but you tried your best. 

His fingers found the waistband of your sweatpants, rolling them down and off your legs, leaving you in a less than sexy pair of underpants. 

“Kishibe, wait.” You gripped his shoulder, “It’ll get on the couch.”

He swiped up the drool collecting on his lower lip, his black eyes frenzied. 

“Bed? Or I can put a towel down?” He huffs out, his breath heavy. 

“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea…” the embarrassment was getting the best of you, you started to sit up, until he pushed you back down. 

Looking over your body, only in a t-shirt and thin panties, he wouldn't let himself be denied. He was too close to his carnal desires. He wanted this for so long, not just with you, the idea had fascinated both his mind and his groin for as long as he could remember, the sensitivity, the taste, the primal call to him to devour his partner. And that was you now, so kind, so generous to him. You hadn’t denied him any whim of his, anything he had asked of you, you had catered to, you were so good to him. And he wanted this, your hesitancy stemmed from your own shame, not from lack of trust in him, so he was more than willing to push you beyond your limits. He stood from the couch, moving his arms under your knees and back to lift you into an easy bridal carry. Your hands wrapped around his neck, fighting to ignore the pain in your lower back, it felt nice to be carried by him, he was so strong and sturdy, he made you feel so cared for and tended to. Why shouldn’t you trust him to help you know? 

He carried you to your bed, dropping you somewhat unceremoniously into the mattress, moving to the en suite to retrieve a towel. He chose a light colored one, wanting to see the work as he made it, like a beautiful canvas waiting to be painted by his tongue and fingers. He spread it out flat under you, pulling you so that your hips were over the terrycloth. Your long, shapely legs exposed to him, knees bent, trying to keep them spread for him despite the nervousness flooding through your veins. Kishibe traced the back of his fingers from your ankle to your knee, his other hand opening his shirt and discarding it to the floor. His knees joined the garment at the edge of your bed, he pulled you closer to him on the towel. 

You sucked in a tight breath, this was far from the first time that he had eaten you out, in his own words it was his favorite meal, the one thing he craved at the end of long, tireless days of work. But usually you would both be in bed, you on your back with him laying between your legs, or him on his back with you sat on his face, riding that perfect nose under you soaked the pillowcase under him. Having him on his knees before you was new. He had never been so openly hungry for you, he had never begged you for something the way he had today. If you could even call that begging, it was about as close as Kishibe ever came. Being on his knees between your legs, looking right at your covered, dripping core waiting for you to tell him to begin. You weren’t sure if you’d ever get a chance like this again. 

You carded your fingers through his hair, watching his eyes flick up to yours. 

“You want to taste, baby?” You coo down to him. 

His eyebrows raised, amused, “mhm.”

“You walk in here, demanding to taste me, and you think you’ll just get what you want?”

He was growing tired of you trying to play dom, one hand pushed you down onto the bed, his long fingers splayed over your stomach, holding you down firmly. His other hand is pulling your sticky panties away from you. 

“I can have you however I want.” He groaned, the smell of your iron laced arousal hitting him, “You don’t deny me what's mine.” 

Your back arched against his hand, which held you so firmly in place. He tucked your soiled panties into his back pocket, a momento to honor his achievement. He parted your labia with his forefinger and thumb, taking in the sight of your messy folds. Soft gossamer strings of arousal parting and snapping as he opens you further. Your clit was twitching and swollen, soon he would kiss her better, make her feel cared for and tended to, but his eyes fell further to the woven white string peeking out from your hole. He wrapped it around his index finger and pulled, relishing in the small puff of air you exhale as he does. He tosses the tampon aside into the small trash can by your desk, not caring whether or not it makes it inside, too occupied with the sight before him. 

You were trembling on the bed, not wanting to look at him between your legs, you were past the point of no return. He released the hand on your stomach, using his thumbs to spread you open, watching your hole clench around nothing, small dribbles of blood and arousal slipping from you, down your vulva. He moved one thumb over your clitoris, circling it softly, looking up to see your chest rising and falling under your flimsy t-shirt, nipple poking through the thin fabric. 

“You’ve never let anyone taste you like this. See you so weak.” he marveled at how reactive you were, the slightest touch across your outer labia pushing more desperate fluid from your hole, the circles on your clit making you writhe on the bed, “She’s begging for me, baby. And you didn’t want me to help her. So unfair.” 

“Kishibe please.” you pant. 

“Oh now you want me to, after trying to make me beg for it, now you need my help.” He mocks, blowing a bit of cool air onto you that makes you clench even more. 

He slides his fingers up your slit, watching as the blood stains his fingertips, using the wetness to make his circles on your clit even smoother. 

“Please, Kishi, please, I’m sorry. Please help me feel better.” You whimpered, already feeling the anticipatory tears filling your eyes. 

Finally, finally he closes his eyes and leans forward running his long, flat tongue over your vulva, stimulating every part if only for a moment. You keen back on the bed, hands flying to his hair. You can’t believe he really did it, that you allowed him to, and how fucking incredible it felt. He was drunk, he had to be, the way his head became light, swimming and fuzzy. He laps again, tasting more of your bloody leaking cunt. He can’t help himself. He dives in further, tasting the rich iron, the sweet-salty wetness he was so familiar with, he had worn it in his mustache for days after your encounters, letting the smell waft in with his breath, not wanting to be parted from you. Sure, that probably made him a massive pervert, but he was a massive pervert. He had your panties in his back pocket and your blood in his mouth, lips closed over your pulsing begging clit. If this was the life that being a total freak allotted him, then great. 

His tongue pushed into your hole, your tight, swollen muscles quivered around it. He wanted more, he wanted to taste more of you, he didn’t want any of it to go to waste. Kishibe licked at the space between your holes, catching the stray blood that had tried to escape him. He couldn’t hear you moaning on the bed, he couldn't see the way your jaw was hung open permanently in a pathetic silent scream, he didn’t care. He needed more. He pushed two of his fingers inside of you, not caring to make it slow. He carried on, watching as your lubricant moved from a clear pink to a full dark red around him. He scissored his fingers open, watching the thin spread of cum and blood hold itself together until they couldn't anymore and it popped like a bubble. 

“Fuck, fuck baby you’re filthy.” He was mesmerized. 

“It's so good, Kishibe, please don’t stop. Fuck, please.” You panted above him, your voice finally breaking through the whirr of noise that filled his frenzied ears. 

He pumped his fingers harder, watching the blood trickle down the back of his hand, catching and coloring the wrinkles and divots, it was beautiful. It was creating its over vascular network over his own skin, your blood mapping out his own, separated by a thin layer of skin. He pulled his fingers from you, much to your dismay, and studied the way your blood had given him color, made his tan skin red. He watched as it dripped from him onto the towel, which had taken on quite a bit of your blood and cum. It was a splotchy mess, he wiped his fingers across the mess, leaving a streak behind. He mourned the loss of the crimson nectar he coveted so much, but the sight was just too much to be without. 

You pulled at his hair and his shoulder, once again he didn’t even budge. 

“Kishibe, please. Please, please, make me cum, please.” you begged, you needed him so bad, you needed his tongue, his fingers, his endurance, him. 

He was nothing if not thorough, so without further pressure he dove back in. Now completely consumed by the fever burning through him. He slurped and kissed, sucked and lapped at your bloody cunt. He hadn’t even touched himself yet, but a mess of his own was seeping through the fabric of his pants. He could feel the cooling precum against his thigh, against the shaft of his pulsing, aching cock, growing sticky against his skin, staining his work pants. He felt like he was eating you whole. Hell, you felt like he was eating you whole. You felt like when this was done you wouldn’t remain, nothing would be left of you. You would be taken in completely by him. And you wouldn’t mind it, you felt so connected to him, like an extension of him. His tongue inside of you felt so natural, it made you complete. It made you whole. His fingers inside of you, prodding at your most sensitive, swollen sex, made you see stars--no, you saw the cosmos. The whole galaxy had aligned perfectly to bring the bundle of stardust that now inhabited your body together with the stardust that now inhabited him. You didn’t believe in God, you had seen and experienced too much to believe in something so divine. But this had converted you into believing that something, something beyond human that was working to keep his mouth and body fused to yours in delicious stasis until the end of time. 

Your pontification had brought you to the point of releasing erratic spurts of squirt adding to the mess building underneath you, only the parts that weren’t caught by Kishibe’s desperate mouth. He was in the same cosmically induced haze that you were imagining the plants that would be formed by your one day decaying bodies, the animals that would feast on your botanical bodies and decay there themselves. He tasted the whole of time in your oozing, bloody cunt. He pumped his fingers faster, bringing them to his mouth and back into you over and over again. 

He couldn’t stop, not even when your thighs clamped over his ears. Not when your hips bucked up, his free hand shot forward, keeping you pinned to the bed, only able to writhe against his grip and take it. 

You cried out his first name in pleasure shaking the apartment walls, surely alerting your neighbors. Fat tears slipped from your eyes, you dug your nails into the forearm attached to the hand that held you down. He moaned against you, slurping down everything you gave him. Keeping his tongue and fingers moving through your climax, taking you back down piece by piece. You panted, the combined oversensitivity making you tremble and shake, trying desperately to push his head away. It wasn’t until you pulled him off by his hair did you find solace. But not for long, once his head wasn’t buried in between your legs, you could take in the effects of his work visually. The dark red blood on his lips, collecting in the corners of his mouth, dripping down his jaw and neck, speckling through the pinpricks of his stubble. Panting, blood wet mouth, dark eyes lidded and hungry. You sat up, with a shaking core, to marvel at the beautiful sight of him sullied before you. His skilled, exhausted tongue swiped at his lower lip, trying to catch as much as he could reach. Finally his eyes opened all the way, looking over the mess under your hips, the visible tremor in your stomach, the rise and fall of your chest. He rose from the edge of the bed, moving off his knees, and crawling to cover your body with his. Your eyes and his both scrambled to capture and memorize every inch of each other. He lens down to kiss you, but you cower away. 

“Kiss me.” His brow crinkles and his eyes narrow. 

“Kishibe…” Your brow crinkles right back, he grabs your face in his bloody hand, squeezing your cheeks and pressing your pouted lips to his. 

You cringed at the slimy feeling against your lips, the metallic taste coating his tongue and now filling your mouth. He kissed you hard, with the same intensity and passion he had used lower on you just moments ago. Eventually the shock of the cloying taste wore off and the decadence of the kiss took over, the sparkly feeling of being fated with him returned. Finally he released your mouth, giving you another quick kiss before moving off of you. 

“Cigarette?” You sat up on shaky hands. 

“Think I would get rid of the taste I worked so hard for?” Kishibe chuckled and rolled his eyes. 

You admired him for a moment, his strong body, stretching and moving. He finally leant over the bed and moved your legs off the towel. 

“I’m keeping this.” 

“You’re such a freak.” You roll onto your side, moving carefully to get off the bed before Kishibe stops you. 

“I’ll get you cleaned up, don’t move.” The look in his eyes was soft, and rare. 

He did clean you up, and when you got up to use the bathroom, he joined you to clean himself up. And once you were both clean he finally shed his pants and joined you in bed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.  

“Don’t you want to…?” You questioned, running your hand down his torso toward his neglected cock. 

“What you haven’t had enough yet?” he kissed the side of your head. 

You smiled flirtatiously, rolling over to kiss him, “Never.”

I hope you enjoyed my wonderful friends!!!!! And i hope you don't think less of me for this lol. I hope this can get you through your period, like writing it helped me get through mine! May we all be blessed with our very own bloody munch. -- Doodle. XX

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dedicating all my brain cells to think about this

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*stares*

ac: shesdeny

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BITING THE BARS LET ME OUT OF MY CAGE.

OBITO KAKASHI WAIT IM COMING!!! WAIT FOR ME.

(Or get started without me and I’ll catch up.)

This is so hot in freaking out. My brain is melting.

God bless you Rookie

I'll Show You How It's Done

relationship: akatsuki!Kakashi x fem!Reader x jōnin!Obito

warnings: explicit/mdni - smut, porn with plot, threesome, frottage, oral sex (all receiving), orgasm denial (sorry obito), vaginal sex, anal sex (male receiving), cum & spit as lube, multiple orgasms for everybody, creampie, cum eating, light degradation, use of pet names (sweetheart/princess), praise kink, uchiha breeding kink, POV reader

word count: 7.9k

summary: On the hunt for a member of the infamous Akatsuki, you and your teammate Obito find far more than either of you expected.

author's note: this work was written in collaboration with @ficsforgaza's "sponsor a wip" campaign. thank you to @delirious-donna for making a donation <3

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“This way.”

Though Obito whispered the command, you stayed right by his side as he followed the target through the forest. His eye was fixed on one of the signature black and red cloaks worn by the Akatsuki, flashing from tree to tree. The rogue ninja was easily a hundred meters ahead of you, but there were only a handful of shinobi in history who could escape the Sharingan of the Uchiha clan.

Your goal was to tail the Akatsuki member and find their hideout. If possible, you would bring the criminal back to the Leaf for questioning. If not, you were to gather as much intel as you could. Most of the shinobi who made up the Akatsuki were unknowns, so getting information on their identities and abilities was crucial.

“This guy sure is fast,” you noted. The trees were getting more and more dense, so maneuvering through them was getting more difficult. “Should we split up?”

“No,” Obito answered. “We don’t know what we’re up against if he catches onto us. Stay close.”

“Right.”

Obito had always acted responsible for you—even before you were put on the same genin team together—but his protectiveness surged after the third member of your squad, Kakashi Hatake, was killed on a mission. Obito had stayed behind in the Leaf, recovering from the mission at Kannabi bridge that left the right side of his body mangled. In enemy territory, you and Kakashi were overwhelmed by ninja from the Hidden Stone. He ordered you run while he bought you time to escape, and as your captain, his word was law.

You waited as long as your denial would allow before you returned to the village alone and in tears. Obito was furious that you and Kakashi had been sent on that mission without him; sure that if he’d been there, all three of you would have made it home.

For the rest of his recovery, you stayed in the village honing your medical ninjutsu so that you wouldn’t have to go on any missions without him. And when he was fully recovered, Obito vowed that he would never let you return home alone again.

You continued to pursue the rogue ninja from a safe distance, wondering how much further he could be going. The landscape narrowed as the beginnings of a cliff-face began to rise on either side of you. Just as you started to suspect he might be leading you on some wild goose chase, you heard the ear-splitting sound of electricity cutting through wood.

“Look out!” Obito lunged toward you and tackled you out of the way of the falling tree limbs. You both quickly got to your feet. “Shit, he spotted us.”

You looked up and saw the Akatsuki shinobi had stopped not too far ahead, like he was waiting for you to make a move. He was crouched on a tree branch, lightning still glowing in his hand. The dense foliage threw a shadow over his features, but the electricity made his hair look snow-white.

“So much for stealth,” Obito conceded. “Guess we’re in for a fight.”

“What’s the plan?”

“We know he’s a lightning-style user, so fire won’t be too effective, but maybe if I can surprise him, it—”

The Akatsuki’s low, unconcerned voice rumbled through the ravine like thunder. “You aren’t seriously going to use a fireball, are you?”

The hair on the back of your neck stood up. You knew that voice.

Paralyzed, you watched as the enemy cut off his jutsu and took a step forward, emerging from the shadows. He wore a tight mask over his lower face, blending into a black compression shirt under the Akatsuki cloak. Silver hair fell carelessly over his forehead. His right eye was charcoal-black; his left, a Sharingan, the skin around it bisected by a familiar vertical scar.

“Ka…” His name was stuck in your throat. It wasn’t possible. Despite the hair, the Sharingan, the chidori you’d seen crackling in his palm. It wasn’t possible. “K-Kakashi?”

“No way,” Obito breathed. “It’s some kind of trick. Genjutsu, transformation… something.”

The rogue ninja scoffed. “If that’s what you need to tell yourself.”

The two men sized each other up, twin Sharingans swirling and dilating. Obito suddenly stepped back, trembling. “No way…”

“Shouldn’t you two be trying to kill me or something?”

“How?!” Obito shouted. “How are you alive?” His voice cracked on the last word. You looked over and saw tears brimming in his eye. “Why didn’t you come home?”

Kakashi sighed like someone who’d already told his story a thousand times. “Home?” he scoffed. “The Leaf treated us like dirt. What point was there in going back?”

“I thought you were dead!” you shouted. “I thought it was my fault!”

His expression seemed to soften. “You shouldn’t carry the blame. None of it would have happened if we hadn’t been sent on that mission. I only understood too late.”

“So you just left?” Obito tightened his fists and shook with rage. “What happened to all that talk about how shinobi who abandon their mission are scum?”

“All shinobi are scum,” Kakashi spat. “It’s their arrogance and their need for power that put the three of us in the middle of a war when we were barely teenagers. They relied on us too much, and look how it left us.”

Kakashi jumped down and landed directly in front of you and Obito. The way he moved was fluid and unnerving. You had no hint as to what he would do next, and it scared you.

But up close, you could see him so much better; the man he’d grown into in all the years he’d spent away. He was maybe an inch taller than Obito—a little leaner, but clearly stronger than he looked. The angles of his face were more defined; his jaw and cheekbones sharp even hidden under his mask. And his eyes…

You hadn’t had enough time to get used to Obito’s eye on Kakashi’s face before he was gone. But his right was as dark and focused and intent as it has always been.

Your heart clenched. You couldn’t let him disappear again.

“Come back with us,” you begged. “Whatever you’ve done, we’ll help you explain—we’ll make them understand!”

Kakashi peered down his nose at you, seeming curious at best. As if to wonder, is that the best you’ve got?

Obito had another offer.

“Either that, or we kill you. Here and now.”

You whipped your head around to face your partner. “Obito!”

He didn’t face you, keeping his eye on the perceived threat. “He’s a rogue ninja, Y/N. I don’t like it any more than you do, but if he doesn’t cooperate, we can’t just let him go.”

“Let me go?” Kakashi repeated with a laugh. “You think just because you grew up and started wearing that vest that anything’s changed? You still don’t stand a chance against me.”

Obito fumed. “What?!”

“They probably only promoted you to replace me. Surprised they didn’t spit on my grave while they were at it.”

“Kakashi stop!” you shouted. “Obito, you know that isn’t true. Don’t let him get under your skin.”

Kakashi’s gaze shifted to you for a moment before moving back to Obito. Then he smiled, clasping his hands behind his back as he started to pace. “Look at this; you and I bickering while Y/N tries to keep the peace. I guess some things will never change.” He abruptly paused in front of you, both eyes staring directly into you. “Then again, you’ve come a long way: Y/N the jōnin. Great job, sweetheart.”

Obito bristled in place. “D-don’t call her sweetheart!!”

“Why not? One of us ought to.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“You really want me to say it?” Kakashi challenged with a grin. “All this time and you still haven’t told her. You’re the same pathetic crybaby you’ve always been.”

“HEY!”

“But Y/N…”

Kakashi’s mismatched eyes scanned your body from head to toe and back up again. Obito’s face grew somehow more flushed. “Quit looking at her like that!”

“What’s he talking about?” you asked, turning to the Uchiha. “What haven’t you told me?”

Obito stalled, but Kakashi didn’t give him time to regroup. “That he’s pathetically in love with you, of course,” the rogue ninja sneered. “He has been since we were kids.”

You stared at your teammate. “Obito? Is that true?”

It would be a lie to say that you hadn’t felt some romantic feelings for Obito. He was the type that snuck up on you; funny and sweet and dependable, easy to be comfortable around, so friendship quietly starts looking like something more. Your feelings for him teeter-tottered over the years, but nothing ever happened between you. He gave off the impression that he was just like that with everyone, so you didn’t take anything as any type of signal.

The Uchiha stammered, growing redder with every attempt to respond. “T-that’s… I…”

Kakashi brought one hand to his mouth in a stage whisper. “I think your crush on me sort of got in his way.”

You stiffened in place. Sure, you knew in hindsight that your childhood crush on Kakashi was obvious, but it was too much to have it laid out so plainly by the man himself, returned from the apparent dead.

“But it’s been what… fifteen years?” Kakashi laughed. “Honestly Obito, what’s taking you so long? Still can’t figure out how to do something unless I do it first?”

Before you knew it, Kakashi was directly behind you; close enough that you could feel the heat emanating from his body. He pressed his chest against your back, his fingers deftly unzipping your flak vest and grabbing at your breasts through your shirt.

“Wh-what are you doing?!” The Uchiha’s face was bright red. “Get your hands off her!”

“It’s called foreplay, Obito.” Kakashi’s smooth voice was right by your ear. You shivered as you felt his now-naked mouth draw down your neck. “See? Her heart is racing and her face is pink. She’s getting excited already.”

“Or you’re freaking her out!!” Obito squawked. “Seriously, quit it!”

“Mahhhh, but we could share.” Kakashi slipped one hand up your shirt and the other down your pants, chuckling before nibbling your earlobe. “She always wanted us to get along. And what would be better proof than sharing?”

“ARE YOU NUTS?!! That’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever said!! There’s no way she… wants…”

Obito trailed off, his Sharingan whirling as he watched Kakashi touch you. You were already shamefully wet, squirming on the rogue ninja’s fingers like you couldn’t get enough. He was barely where you needed him; close enough to drive you out of your mind long before you would ever find relief.

And with that eye, Obito could see it written plainly across your face.

“Go on, sweetheart,” Kakashi teased in hot breaths against your neck. “Tell him what you want.”

You looked at Obito through dewy lashes. His jaw hung open—seemingly unaware of the tent growing in his lap—and his eye was glued to you, taking in every movement that Kakashi made. Under their twin gaze, you felt like a butterfly pinned to a board; locked down to be selfishly admired by the two men.

Kakashi fit himself closer against you, the bulge between his legs making you gasp as it pressed into your ass. “If you want me to stop, better say so before we make Obito cum in his pants.”

You let out a needy whine and tossed your head back on Kakashi’s shoulder. “Don’t stop,” you begged. “Want you. Want you both.”

Kakashi grinned against your throat. “Hear that, Obito? She wants us both. Think you can keep up with me?”

Obito only stammered, his mouth gaping open with tiny false starts.

“Come on,” Kakashi purred. “I’ll show you how it’s done.”

He took his hands away and began tugging the clothes from your torso, letting your flak vest drop unceremoniously from your body. Distantly you could hear his cloak fluttering to the ground beside it. His fingers danced at the hem of your shirt, pulling both it and your protective underlayer away. When he returned, you could feel his naked chest against your bare back.

“Aren’t you pretty?” Kakashi purred in your ear, continuing to kiss and nip at the flesh. “I’m gonna make you cum until you black out. And I’m gonna let Obito help me.”

Your eyes found Obito again. He had barely moved, except to hide one hand in his pocket and absentmindedly stroke himself through the fabric. Kakashi pawed at your breasts again, toying with them to prolong your anticipation.

“Finish undressing us, Obito,” Kakashi smoothly requested. “Yourself, too.”

Obito snapped into action without question, starting with his own clothes. Although he was moving quickly and rather haphazardly, you still felt your body react to the show he was inadvertently putting on. Obito’s skin was tan and thick, his entire right side covered in twisted scars from that terrible mission all those years ago. Ordinarily, you knew he was self-conscious about it. You hadn’t seen more of the scarred flesh than what he wore on his face or maybe his forearm in years. So seeing him now… you roughly swallowed.

This cut and toned statue of a man was your teammate?

His body was a canvas of gnarled swirls that you wanted to trace with your tongue. The muscles of his arms were sculpted to perfection, his thighs carved to match. Prominent veins ran up and down the length of his limbs, pulling your attention to his wide chest, broad shoulders, defined abs. Dark hair dusted his chest, gathering into a thick happy trail that was lost in the nest of curls between his legs. His half-hard cock bobbed up from the center, thick and flushed and vascular.

And the whole time he was undressing, red heat simmering in his cheeks, he stared at you like you were the only thing worth looking at.

A feeling that was so deeply reciprocated; for a second, you forgot Kakashi was even there.

“Like what you see, princess?” Kakashi crooned.

You nodded, your eyes still following Obito as he carefully approached, like he might scare you off. The Uchiha took a shaky breath before licking his lips. He gently put his hands on your waist, rubbing his thumb over the smooth skin as he dropped to his knees in front of you.

Obito slid your pants down your legs while Kakashi made quick work of your bra, the two men leaving you bare and vulnerable between them. Kakashi hummed as he rolled your nipples between his fingers. You rubbed your thighs together, bringing Obito’s gaze right to your apex, glistening with arousal.

His tongue peeked out to lick his lips again.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Kakashi warned the Uchiha. “You still have work to do.”

Obito flashed an impatient look up at Kakashi, but ultimately he did as he was told, reaching behind you to tug Kakashi’s pants down. Though you could tell he just wanted to get it over with, you caught the way Obito’s eye widened as he looked Kakashi over.

“Hmmmmm, maybe Obito and I can do more than just share.” The silver-haired ninja nuzzled into your neck to softly speak into your ear. “Maybe Obito should make us both cum? How does that sound?”

Obito quickly looked back at you. “W-wait… I—”

“Yeah I know,” Kakashi grunted. “We’ll do plenty to her. But we should get reacquainted as well.”

He stepped back and your body instinctively turned to follow him. No wonder Obito was staring. Kakashi was a sight himself; paler and leaner than Obito but just as strong, with a smaller waist and a wispy trail of silver hair that drew your attention straight to his groin. His cock was longer if not as thick, with a flared head that was starkly contrasted against the pale shaft.

Kakashi also had scars, but his were isolated incidents; lucky breaks that were likely the last bit of luck his opponents had. They had healed the hard way—you knew just from a glance that he’d been the only one seriously looking after himself all these years. But he was just as beautiful as you always imagined he’d be.

He sat on the ground, beckoning you over before lying flat on his back, his legs comfortably spread so you could continue to stare at him. “Sit on my face, Y/N,” he said. “Gotta give Obito a proper demonstration.”

“Sh-shut up…” Obito blushed.

“You waited this long,” Kakashi deadpanned. “Another ten minutes won’t kill you.”

“Fuck you, Bakashi.”

“Yeah?” Kakashi sighed as he positioned you to hover over his mouth, facing his feet. “I suppose you can hump my leg if you really need to, but pay attention.”

He was so nonchalant and dismissive about it—which in some ways felt impossibly false, and in others; was exactly the way you would have expected him to act. You only caught a glimpse of Obito’s shocked face before Kakashi gripped your hips and licked a wide stripe down the length of your sex, tasting the mess that had been building since he first touched you.

“Aaaah!” You tried to shift your weight but Kakashi held you still, beginning to suck targeted kisses along your folds.

“Mmmmmm.” His pleasured groan vibrated against your skin. “Already so wet.”

Kakashi pulled you down to sit flush on his face, expertly working his lips and tongue through your folds. You cried out and closed your eyes, rocking against him in a mindless show of submission. His name settled on your lips on repeat. “Kakashi… Kakashi—!”

Your hands grasped all over his torso, blindly searching for purchase. Kakashi groaned into your core as he ran the rough surface of his tongue over your clit, taking direct advantage of your most vulnerable spot. Your eyes fluttered open to find Obito right in front of you, kneeling between Kakashi’s legs and watching you with his Sharingan spinning. His eye was roaming; like he couldn’t choose whether he wanted to watch Kakashi eat you out or watch the faces you were making in response.

“O-Obito…”

He lunged forward, cupping the back of your head and pulling you into a harsh kiss. You squeaked against his lips and caught yourself on Obito’s chest, arching your back to give both men better angles. Kakashi grunted and held you down, continuing to unravel you with the precise motions of his skilled tongue while Obito sighed into you and tried to pull you further into his orbit. You let your tongue run along Obito’s lower lip, coaxing him to open for you. The inside of his mouth was sweet with the taste of the candies he always carried. You smiled as your tongue found his, winning a pained whine from the Uchiha.

Suddenly the men both shuddered at once. You peeked one eye open and looked down to see Obito’s fat dick wedged between Kakashi’s legs, pressed into the other man’s cock and rubbing against him. Precum was already beading on Obito’s tip, a wet glob leaking onto Kakashi’s shaft. The dripping fluid smeared between them and lubricated their movements. They were both so pretty; shiny and twitchy and needy.

Your head swam, dizzy with want as you watched their cocks rub together in a fight for dominance. Acting on pure lustful instinct, you reached out and wrapped a hand halfway around their combined girth to give them some semblance of a hole to fuck—something they both instantly took full advantage of. Their hips worked together to rut into your hand, their velvety cockheads taking shaky turns pushing past your curved fingers in a greedy rhythm. You would have wrapped your other hand around them to close the circle if you thought you had any hope of staying upright.

As they pistoned back and forth, Obito panted against your lips, muttering half-curses and incoherent sounds. Kakashi snaked his tongue into your cunt, making you moan and break away from Obito’s mouth. The heavy breaths passing through your lips turned into embarrassingly high-pitched whines when Kakashi reached his tongue forward to lap at your sensitive clit over and over.

A shock ripped its way through your body as he pulled you over the edge. “Aaah! K-KAKASHI!!!” Your back arched in an effort to grind against his tongue and ride out the high as long as you could.

Obito let out a desperate little cry and rutted into Kakashi with fervor, his eyes starting to roll back in pleasure. Kakashi tore your hand away from them both before pushing Obito back with both hands, denying him his orgasm.

You blushed as you came down and fought to catch your breath. Kakashi gripped your hips and lifted you off his face, sitting you on the ground above his head. “There,” he announced as he sat up to face Obito, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. “Got all that?”

“Wh-why did you…”

“Don’t be selfish,” the rogue ninja snipped.  “You haven’t made her cum yet.”

A fresh tint of red swelled in Obito’s cheeks. He was lost for words as Kakashi pushed him flat on his back, then knelt down to address him.

“Well? Think you can handle it?”

“Uh-huh,” he dazedly nodded.

“Good.” Kakashi then stood and faced you; his presence looming and dark and dangerous from your position on the ground. “You can give us another one, right princess?”

Your incoherence mirrored Obito’s; your head nodding in dumb acceptance.

“Atta’girl. Now climb on Obito’s face for me.”

With legs like gelatin buckling beneath you, you crawled the few feet to where the Uchiha was waiting. You prowled your way up his body clumsily, but he didn’t seem to mind, instead looking at you with wonder as your body lined up with his.

“C’mon. Up.”

You dazedly did as you were told, glancing down at Obito as you got in position just out of reach of his mouth. His hair was mussed, his lips were swollen and kiss-stained, and his face was nearly as red as his eye. Your heart pounded as his Sharingan locked onto you. Something about the look in it was like he would die if you strayed even an inch from him.

Kakashi clicked his tongue. “Not like that.” With two fingers under your chin, he pulled your gaze from the man beneath you. “He gets you the same way I did. Turn.”

With a self-conscious blush you glanced back down at Obito, biting your lip as you shuffled around to face his feet. Obito gently put his hands on your hips to help support you. His fingers gripped possessively into your flesh.

Kakashi stood beside you, admiring the lewd tableau. “Isn’t she pretty, Obito?”

“Yes…”

“You want to taste her?”

“Fuck��yes…”

“Go on then,” Kakashi smirked, pushing you down with a firm grip on your shoulder. “Let’s see what you can do.”

His comment was lost the second Obito’s mouth made contact with your cunt. Your teammate groaned against your lower lips, his fingers tightening into your flesh while his tongue lapped clumsily through your folds with loud, messy slurps. You yelped and arched your back to press your pussy further onto his enthusiastic mouth.

“Ohh-Obito!”

The sound of his name on your lips turned the Uchiha feral. He groaned and started sucking on your skin, kissing all over your core while you ground your hips down onto him. He fumbled his way around until his tongue incidentally swiped over your clit, making you gasp and clutch at his chest for stability.

“That’s a good girl.” Kakashi stepped forward with his cock in his hand. “Let me borrow that mouth.”

He cupped your jaw with his free hand and brought your mouth to his cock, pushing his way in like he owned it. You made a surprised sound but didn’t protest, welcoming the weight of his cock on your tongue. The salty taste of his skin filled your mouth and you moaned around him as you started sucking.

“Mmmm Y/N…” he groaned. “That’s right. Just like that.”

You grabbed onto Kakashi’s thighs to hold yourself up as you began massaging his sensitive underside with your tongue, licking around the crown of him. He tangled his long fingers into the roots of your hair to guide you up and down the length of his cock, holding eye contact with you all the while.

“Hmmmm,” he grinned, “that’s my girl.”

Obito grunted in response, his brow furrowed as he tightened his grip and pulled you down to smother his face. You shivered when his wicked tongue lapped back and forth over your entire core, his saliva mixing with your arousal only to be slurped back into the Uchiha’s mouth.

“He’s sloppy,” Kakashi muttered to himself. His head tilted for a better view. “He’s eating you like a rabid dog.”

Obito’s hand left your thigh for only a second to flash his middle finger up at Kakashi.

“That’s not how I showed you. You’ll never make her cum like that.”

The man below you completely ignored Kakashi’s criticisms, happily burying his tongue in your cunt. You squirmed, and Kakashi used his grip on your hair to guide you back to a steady pace.

Giving him proper attention was next to impossible with the uncoordinated way Obito was trying to devour you. Not that he was doing a bad job; in fact, it was the opposite. He definitely had the stamina and enthusiasm to get you off, but he just wouldn’t stay in one place long enough to get you any further than the first stirrings of pleasure, and you couldn’t follow his patterns well enough to chase him.

It wasn’t long before Kakashi intervened.

“That’s enough,” Kakashi spat, tugging you off the Uchiha’s face. Obito pouted and tried to pull you back down but he was too dazed by lust to overcome Kakashi’s strength.

“Seriously, give it a rest.” He pulled himself out of your mouth with a sigh, cradling your jaw with his free hand and scrubbing his thumb down your plump lower lip. “Sorry Y/N; looks like Obito just isn’t up to the task.”

“Says who??”

“You were getting nowhere,” Kakashi said. “It’s embarrassing.”

Before the Uchiha could respond, Kakashi gathered your hair in his fist and yanked to bend you forward. You braced yourself on your elbows and found your face only an inch away from Obito’s weeping cockhead. The heady scent of him made your mouth water. Without thinking, you stretched your tongue forward to lick up the dripping trail of precum.

Obito shuddered beneath you and grasped at your back. A breathless sound of euphoria passed through his lips.

“Not so fast, sweetheart,” Kakashi smirked, grabbing you by the back of the neck to keep you from making contact again. “He doesn’t deserve it.”

“Please…” Obito sounded nearly broken as he begged, his needy cock twitching for more of your attention. “Fucking hell Kakashi please.”

The look in Kakashi’s eyes made it clear that you were to stay still. He released your neck and walked behind you. Obito’s hot breath fanned over your core, his hands shifting to hold you by the waist. You felt Kakashi settle on his knees behind you, his hands joining Obito’s and shifting your hips just so.

“Fuck, look at that.”

Two of Kakashi’s long digits waded through your folds, collecting your arousal until it coated his fingers. You felt Obito slide one hand toward your center, but Kakashi quickly slapped it away.

“Ah-ah. Watch.”

Your position of course meant the command was only for Obito, but what you couldn’t see was a nonissue; feeling the blunt pressure of Kakashi’s cockhead splitting your entrance. The stretch burned despite all the attention they’d given you. You couldn’t help the strangled cry that flew from your lips as he eagerly sank deeper.

“Slow down!” Obito scrambled, reaching back to halt the rogue ninja’s movements. “You’re gonna hurt her!”

“She can take it,” Kakashi confidently grinned. “Can’t you, princess?”

“Mhmm,” you nodded furiously. Yes it was a tight fit, but it felt so good. And this was only a taste of what he could do; there was no way you were gonna let him stop now.

“See, Obito? Don’t underestimate her. She was made for this.”

Kakashi gripped Obito’s wrist and brought the other man’s hand to your stuffed cunt, letting him feel the way your pussy stretched to accommodate him. “Feel that?”

An audible gulp rose from Obito’s throat. “Yeah…”

Kakashi plunged deeper, burying his cock and drawing a moan from deep in your chest. The overwhelming sensation of being full would have knocked you over if not for both men’s hands on you.

“That’s our girl,” Kakashi groaned, beginning to work his hips back and forth in search of his own pleasure. Your jaw hung open and your eyes rolled back, your wet tongue lolling out of your mouth as you let him fuck you like an animal in heat.

“You can suck him now, sweetheart.”

Beyond your half-closed eyelids you saw Obito’s cock positively throbbing; clear fluid oozing from his flushed, angry tip. All you could think of was how solid he felt under your fingertips and how cute he was shuddering under one lick from your tongue. Of course you wanted to suck him. You wanted to make him do it again; make him shudder and whine and beg.

You wanted to turn Obito Uchiha into a whimpering mess.

Though you could barely hold yourself up, you lifted one hand and guided him to your mouth. You couldn’t resist leaving a few messy kisses on him before wrapping your lips around his bulbous cockhead.

“Aaah-haaaaaahhhgnhhh!” Obito immediately started rolling his hips in a greedy show of desperation.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Kakashi smirked. “You’ve been waiting a long time for her to touch you.”

“Just shut up…” Obito moaned, his jaw slack. “Y/N… oh shit…”

Kakashi barked a laugh. “You’re not gonna cum yet are you?”

Obito didn’t answer; he just groaned deep sounds of pleasure as you bobbed your head up and down his length, swallowing as much of him as you could handle while Kakashi continued his onanistic strokes from behind.

“Do that thing with your tongue,” Kakashi directed. You blushed before swirling your tongue around Obito’s tip the way you had with Kakashi, feeling the girth of his tip and wondering how the feeling would differ if he were the one tunneling toward your cervix.

Obito shook with pleasure and dug his fingers into your hips. “Ohhhhh fuck fuck fuck Y/N please—!”

“Touch her here.” Kakashi moved Obito’s hand again, this time guiding his fingers to stroke your clit. He found your swollen nub this time easier than you expected, taking you by surprise when he started rubbing directly over it and causing you to clench around Kakashi.

“Fuck, she liked that,” Kakashi exhaled. “Keep going—exactly like that.”

The Uchiha followed that instruction to the letter. Between his rough fingers working you over and Kakashi’s cock filling you perfectly, you felt yourself go completely brainless.

Obito gasped; you had him right on the edge; his cock twitching in your eager mouth. “I wanna make her cum…” His voice was absolutely wrecked. “What else can I do?”

“She likes to be praised,” Kakashi noted. “Tell her how good her pussy tastes. Tell her how good she is at sucking your cock.”

“Gods you’re so fucking good Y/N, so fucking good.” Obito sounded possessed with lust. “Feels even better than I ever imag—”

His praises stuttered as he seemed to worry he’d said too much, and you whined; ready to beg him to finish the thought. 

“She’s close,” Kakashi panted. “Keep going. Tell her how you think of her when you touch yourself.”

“I-I…” You could hear Obito take a nervous gulp. “I always imagine you,” he admitted, words beginning to tumble out as his thumb continued those maddening circles. “I picture you lying on your back in my bed and how pretty your face would look if I could bury my dick in you and it makes me—”

His thigh tensed, the muscle tightening as his thumb moved at a more insistent pace. “Fuck, Y/N please cum, please you gotta cum before I…”

You moaned his name around his cock, grinding against his digit to get that perfect pressure. Bright sparks finally burst across your vision as you reached your peak, your cunt spasming around Kakashi’s dick.

“That’s it,” Kakashi growled. “See that, Obito?”

Whether he did see or he didn’t, you had no clue. All you knew was that one second you were riding out your high, the next Obito had his hand on the back of your head, holding you down as his cock pulsed hot cum down your throat. It was all you could do in your post-orgasm haze to not let it drip right past your lips and back onto his lap.

He groaned a low, sustained note of male satisfaction that made your skin simmer with warmth and affection. It spurred you on to lick him over and over, letting him enjoy himself just a little longer while he skated his plush mouth dotingly over your calf.

Kakashi held still inside you, his cock buried deep while you and Obito both came down. “How’s he taste?” the rogue ninja asked. “Did you swallow it all? Let’s see your tongue.”

You slowly pulled away from Obito with a pop, noting how his cock was still half-swollen like it wanted more. As best you could, you turned and stuck out your tongue to show Kakashi.

“Good girl,” he purred. “Worth the wait, Obito?”

The Uchiha still seemed incapable of speech, but he managed to hum his agreement as he steadily continued to kiss every bit of your skin that he could reach.

“Good. Now get out of the way.” Kakashi pulled out, holding one palm flat on the small of your back. “It’s my turn.”

Kakashi rolled you off of Obito and onto your back, folding your legs backward to present your puffy cunt to him. He didn’t say a word before stuffing his dick back inside and quickly working back to a rough pace. His palms held your legs back in an iron grip while he pumped back and forth greedily; his eyes focused on the place where you took him in over and over and over again. Your sensitive walls clung to him with every thrust—it was like your body wanted to give him every reason to never leave again.

Beside you, Obito was still catching his breath, his cock twitching in a mixture of exhaustion and interest while he watched Kakashi jackhammer into you. He got up on wobbly knees, scooting to Kakashi’s side to watch the rogue ninja take you like he knew he had every right to.

Kakashi tossed his head back with a growl, and suddenly you felt him cum; thick warmth pumping into you and spreading through your lower body. He kept fucking you through it, wringing every ounce of pleasure from you that he could until his chest was heaving and his cheeks were red.

“Fuck,” he gasped as he pulled out with a wet squelch. “That’s a good girl.”

As Kakashi sat back on his heels, Obito leaned closer, staring between your legs at the sticky abused mess Kakashi left behind. 

“Eat my cum out of her pussy,” Kakashi smirked. “I know you’re dying to.”

Without giving him a chance to take back the offer, Obito eagerly slid into position, wrapping his arms around your legs and pulling you forward until your back was propped up on his thighs. A mesmerized look came over his features, his Sharingan spinning wildly and his mouth watering as he curled your knees further into your chest. 

He leaned in and licked a long, wide stripe up the full length of your cunt, his groan of pleasure tingling its way through you. Finishing with a kiss to your clit, Obito lifted his face just enough for you to see the gooey white cream cloying his mouth.

“Still taste so good,” he muttered. “Most perfect pussy…”

He worked so much differently than he had before; lapping at you slowly like you were some delicacy to be savored instead of the frenzied way he was devouring you earlier. He left wet kisses along your folds before sucking your clit into his mouth almost teasingly. You grasped at the ground beneath you, wriggling under his adoring treatment. 

“I want this to be my cum,” he groaned drunkenly, words vibrating against your lower lips. “Wanna cum in your pussy.”

“Then do it,” Kakashi said. “I got her more than ready for you.”

Obito lifted his head; lips and chin shiny with a mixture of fluids. “Can I?”

He looked so needy and reverent—somehow making you feel delicate and precious, despite the way you’d been passed between the two of them like a rag doll. You bit your bottom lip and nodded, flames of bashfulness licking your cheeks. A huge, giddy smile broke across his face as he let you relax your legs, prowling between them and resting his dense cock against your pussy lips.

“Thank you.” He held eye contact for a beat like there was more he wanted to say. Instead, he glanced away and reached between you, guiding his tip to your entrance and pushing inside.

“Oh shit��!” he gasped, letting his head hang limp as he pressed deeper. “Oh shit shit shit shit…”

You reached forward and brushed your fingers back through his dark hair. His scalp was greasy with sweat. “O-Obito,” you moaned.

“Does it hurt? Did I do something wrong?”

“You’ve barely done anything,” Kakashi deadpanned.

“Just shut it, Bakashi!”

You tugged on his hair so he made eye contact with you again. “Come here,” you breathed, pulling him down for a kiss.

Obito moaned against your mouth, his hands grasping all over your sides as he started fucking you in earnest. Spurred on by your affectionate gesture, Obito let himself loose; drawing his hips back to thrust into you with deep plap plap plap sounds of his balls bouncing off your thighs. You peeked one eye open and were treated with the sight of his warm pink face, smiling in ecstasy as he sloppily followed his body’s instinct. His fat cock stretched you just a little more than Kakashi did, and the inexpert way he used it was adorably charming.

He broke away for air; mouth hanging open in a greedy maw; eye rolling back and a moan rumbling from deep in his chest. His hips worked at an erratic pace, bumping into you awkwardly, but judging from the look on his face; he couldn’t care less.

Obito Uchiha was in absolute bliss. 

“Aaaaaaahhhhhaahahahh feels so so so good…”

Kakashi positioned himself behind Obito, straddling the broader man and pressing his chest into Obito’s back. “As good as her mouth?” Kakashi taunted.

“Better,” the dark-haired man gasped indulgently. “S-so fucking good…”

“She sounds so wet…” Kakashi reached between you and Obito, gathering the thick layer of creamy arousal that had built at the base of his cock. A shaky breath escaped Obito’s mouth in response to the other man’s touch. Kakashi hummed and pulled his hand away, admiring the way the strands webbed between his fingers before he reached down.

Obito jumped—his body suddenly held taut; his cock frozen halfway inside you. “What are you—”

“Shhhh,” Kakashi whispered. You could see his bicep flex while Obito’s face twisted in apprehension, and your cunt clenched down when you registered where that hand went. “Trust me.”

The layers of irony to his statement were not lost on you, but from your position on your back—two orgasms deep—you had no authority to point it out, and Obito’s silence proved he felt the same.

Besides, your desire to see just what he would do was stronger than any need you’d ever felt before. 

“Let him, Obito,” you begged. “Please.”

“Wh-while I’m—haaa!?”

His question slurred into a harsh yelp. You craned your neck to see Kakashi now had two fingers inside Obito’s ass, carefully pumping in and out only an inch.

“You’re too tense,” Kakashi tutted as he worked to coax Obito open. “Relax; keep kissing Y/N or something.”

The Uchiha still looked unsure; both anxious and excited. His eye rolled back into his skull when Kakashi must have brushed against the right spot. It was so fucking dirty and hot, thinking of them getting each other off. The memory of their cocks rubbing together rose to mind, making your pussy clench.

You reached up, your lips parted and begging to be kissed. “Keep going,” you pleaded. “Want you— please, Obito.”

He let out a breath before sharing a look with you that made your heart swell. He swiftly leaned forward to cover your body with his, scooping you into his grasp to keep from pressing you into the solid ground. “-’ve wanted you forever,” he rasped in your ear, voice breaking as his hips renewed their efforts. “No way I’m gonna stop.”

Obito panted heavy breaths into your neck as he moved inside you with controlled strokes. His plump mouth latched onto you for barely a second at a time, always breaking away with a gasp or a curse; an awestruck moan of your name. Behind his back, Kakashi removed his hand, only to spit a wet glob of saliva into his palm that he spread over his hard cock.

“That’s right,” he smirked, grabbing Obito’s hips and spreading him open with his thumbs. He spit again, letting the fluid land directly on Obito’s puckered hole. “Fuck her good.”

Kakashi timed it perfectly; lining his cock up with Obito’s entrance and pulling him in as he was rearing back for another thrust. Both men grunted, Obito’s movements stuttering when Kakashi bullied an extra inch past the second ring of muscle. His back arched, giving you a clear view of his handsome face twisted in hesitant pleasure.

“Bakashi…”

The rogue ninja smirked and tightened his grip. Obito slid forward when Kakashi went further, forcing him deeper into your cunt. As Kakashi pulled back, Obito tensed and balled his hand into a tight fist.

“Damn it…” he panted.

Kakashi bent forward to look at Obito, his eyes half-lidded. “I can just pull out if—”

“Don’t you dare.”

“No?” he grinned. “Good boy.”

Thrusting back into Obito, Kakashi moved his hands to the back of your thighs; his long fingers gripping harshly enough that you knew he would leave marks behind. He bent you backward as he set the pace, the impact of his thrusts forcing Obito’s cock in and out of you at the rogue ninja’s will.

“Obito…” you whined, reaching out to tilt his face to yours. “Fuck… feels s’good.”

He answered with his own call of your name; a desperate, winded sound. Without warning he collapsed down on you, his hands tucked under your ass to tilt you to a deeper angle. The ridge of his cockhead brushed over your g-spot, causing you to let out a surprised squeal.

Obito aimed for that spot over and over as his mouth claimed yours. His kisses were hurried and messy; hungry little things that were just one more way to take and take pleasure from you. The rough surface of his scarred chest felt incredible rubbing over your stiff nipples. You squeezed your thighs into his sides to keep him close, your hands tugging on his hair.

Kakashi folded himself down over Obito’s back, sucking hickeys into the other man’s shoulder blade. The shift in his angle caused Obito to batter against the spongy area behind your clit every time he bottomed out. Crying out, you tossed your head back and gasped for breath. Obito tucked his face into your neck, regaining a little control over his own thrusts, fucking both you and Kakashi in turn.

“Wanna fill you up…” Obito mumbled into your throat. “Cum so deep, get you pregnant…”

“What is it with your clan and breeding?” Kakashi laughed. “That all the Uchiha know how to do?”

Obito huffed like he wanted to respond, but nothing came out.

“Go on,” he dared. “Breed her like an animal. Fuck her full of your little Uchiha babies. Make her yours.”

He repeated Kakashi’s words in a trance. “Mine… mine…”

“Just make her cum and she will be,” Kakashi promised.

“Kakashi… I don’t… don’t think I can before I—!” Obito bit down on his lip.

“Maaaa, do I have to do everything for you?” Kakashi reached between you and started rubbing demanding circles into your clit. “Cum for us, sweetheart,” he huffed. “Cum all over Obito’s cock. Give him what he’s been waiting years for.”

Their combined assault left you no room to fight the building climax even if you wanted to. You grasped at them as the pressure inside you snapped for a third time; this one tearing through you almost violently. 

“Kakashi!! O-Obito!!!”

Obito dropped his head on your shoulder, overtaken by the dual stimulation of your cunt milking his cock and Kakashi’s dick massaging his prostate. He shouted, throwing a fist outward and banging it into the ground. “Fuuuuuuuck oh fuck shit FUCK!”

His thrusts went shaky as you felt his cum gush out of him, flooding deep inside you just like he wanted. The muscles in the small of his back flexed with every pulse. Kakashi let out a grunt and bit down hard enough on Obito’s shoulder to leave the imprint of his teeth. You watched his mismatched eyes screw shut and his chest heave. Obito made a strangled sound beside your ear, shivering as the rogue ninja pumped his own load into your partner while your pussy continued to milk him.

Kakashi cupped the back of your head and pulled your mouth within reach of his, moaning against your lips. He parted your mouth and nipped at your lower lip before licking at the tiny wound. You grabbed for him and sighed into his kiss, tangling your tongue against his. A still-panting Obito turned his head and sucked open-mouth kisses along your neck.

The three of you stayed like that for what felt like hours; kissing and catching your breath and basking in the afterglow of what was—for you at least—the best orgasm of your life. You were parched and exhausted and your back would be killing you tomorrow, but you still would have chosen to lay beneath their combined weight forever, if it meant your team was whole again.

Kakashi was the first to move, pulling away and leaving Obito shivering at the sudden emptiness. You turned to kiss Obito’s cheek, winning you a warm, content sigh.

When you looked back only a few seconds later, you found Kakashi already dressed; a strange vortex emanating from his Sharingan. The edges of his body looked warped; circling toward his eye like water down a drain.

He was disappearing. Again.

“Wait—” Your throat was scratchy and the command came out in a whispered croak.

Obito hardly shifted, still lost in his post-orgasm haze. But Kakashi smirked, winking his dark eye as his lower half was completely lost. “Take good care of him.” He waved a hand just before it too was lost.

“See you around, sweetheart.”

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