Pretty Face, Community Dick.

SWEET LIKE HONEY — MASTERLIST.

【 started 】 — july 3, 2021.

【 finished 】 — ????

【 status 】— ongoing.

【 blurb 】 — "It’s your smell — your honey-like smell. Intoxicating from beginning to end, the first time he breathes it in, he can’t help but get addicted. And now, he doesn’t just yearn for your sweet scent — he craves for you."

【 pairing 】— tanjiro kamado x reader.

【 playlist 】 — SIDE A - him (comment: the songs in the playlist depict tanjiro's perspective. it is not my intention to romanticize the situation.) ; SIDE B - her [ under construction ]

【 DISCLAIMER 】— none of these behaviors are condoned by the writer. Please refrain from interacting if any of the following topics are triggering for you. Also, feel free to block the "_____ tw" tags.

ART ON PROLOGUE IS NOT MINE. credit goes to their rightful owners.

【 notice 】 — minors, ageless blogs do not react, do not interact. Age in bio or you'll be blocked.

【 warnings 】 — yandere themes, toxicity, gore, manipulation, smut, delusional thoughts, unhealthy relationships, obsessive behavior. All characters are aged up.

WARNINGS VARY FROM CHAPTER TO CHAPTER, MAKE SURE TO READ THEM FIRST BEFORE DECIDING WHETHER TO CONTINUE OR NOT.

00. PROLOGUE - released on 07-03-2021.

01. CHAPTER 1 - released on 07-14-2021.

02. CHAPTER 2 - released on 08-02-2021.

03. CHAPTER 3 - in progress.

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☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : toji wants to give you another baby

☾₊‧⁺...cw : toji fushiguro x fem!reader, smut, penetrative sex, pre-established relationship, overstimulation, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, rough sex, begging, smug and cocky reader, feral toji

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : this is a post from my old blog but i revamped it and i really wanted to share this again because i was really proud of it. and yes, it's another breeding kink + pregnant kink. consider it a part two, since it takes place after megumi is born

toji never thought he’d get off on the idea of having another kid with you.

yet here he is, dick hard in his sweatpants as he thinks about you carrying his baby again...how you'd start to fill out all over again, that cute chubbiness coming back, how he'd have an excuse to dote on you whenever you complained about the simplest of things.

it starts off with how he sees you coo over megumi, calling him your sweet baby. you're such a good mother, too, it's clear you'd likely be the favorite parent to that little brat.

but god, does he find it attractive just seeing you be a mom to the kid that he gave you.

the day you ask megumi what he wants for his upcoming 4th birthday at dinner, neither one of you is prepared for the words that come out of your son's mouth.

“i want a baby sister,” he states bluntly as he chews on the steamed carrots, looking at you and toji. it was clear from how confident the little guy is that he's put a lot of thought into this.

“but, i don’t want her to look like daddy. he’s ugly, i want her to look like mommy.”

little brat. you straight up choke, trying to stop the laugh-coughs as toji looks at his son, offended. this really is his son, because who else but you and the kid he made with you could have the nerve to say shit like that to him?

“twerp, you look just like me, you realize that, right?”

megumi huffs, looking at his dad in the cutest little glare. “that’s 'cause i'm a boy, though," he explains as if it's obvious, his precious little cheeks puffed up as he stuffs more of his food in his mouth.

"my sister has to be like mommy. you’d be an ugly girl, daddy.” toji just rolls his eyes, pinching the cheeks of the mini him, ignoring his protests. as the two bicker, you think. would it...really be that bad to have another baby? you always wanted a girl, after all, and toji took such good care of you and megumi...it couldn't be that bad. “well, uhm,” you begin, catching the attention of toji, an unfamiliar smile on your face.

there's a mischievous look on your face right now, his eyes narrowing as he waits for your response. whatever you're about to say is either going to haunt him for the next few days or make him roll his eyes at you.

“i'm sure daddy and i can work something out for you, 'gumi, but let’s think of some other things, too, m'kay?” 

ah.

you went the haunting route.

ignoring the little cheer his son let out, toji can't hide the disbelieving look that crosses his face when he processes what you just said.

'daddy'?

you've said the word, sure, usually when you talk to megumi about him. but something was different about how you said it, the way you looked at him when you said it, the barely visible flutter of your eyes...a silent promise there'd definitely be a deeper conversation about it later.

the very day megumi has a sleepover with the neighbor's kid, yuuji, toji is mentally cheering. he loves his son with all his heart, he truly does, but having a toddler in bed meant limited contact with his pretty wife.

it's only been 3 days since that little comment you made and it's been on toji's mind constantly. every time he tried to bring it up with you, megumi would interrupt and toji was not being the reason his son ended up traumatized because he overheard mommy and daddy talking about making babies in the kitchen.

"bye, gumi! make sure you behave for mr. nanami, okay? have fun with yuuji," you coo as you press two kisses to your son's cheeks, snapping toji back to the present.

"see ya, kid, be good," toji says, giving a nod of acknowledgement to nanami. megumi barely says goodbye before he runs after yuuji to the car, his run a bit awkward because of his overnight backpack.

waving goodbye to nanami, you shut the door, turning to look at toji with that smile as you.

"hi, toj."

you think you're so cute, don't you?

"hey, mama."

toji can't even lie, you are. wearing his t-shirt and sweatpants? yeah, your the cutest thing he's ever laid eyes one. his hands rest on your hips, pulling you flush to his chest. fuck, you weren't even doing anything but he could already feel himself getting hard just from looking at you.

he's never been so whipped in his life.

"d'you wanna talk," you murmur lowly, your finger running over the thin silver chain on his neck. "we could go to the bedroom...and talk about the baby thing."

toji's eyes darken at the suggestion, knowing exactly what would happen the moment you both go into the bedroom. "yeah. think it's 'bout time we talked about it," he hums as he grips your wrist, tugging you to your room.

as soon you both step foot into the bedroom, toji hungrily presses your lips against his, letting out a deep groan. "had me thinkin' about knockin' you up again all fuckin' week, mama," toji sighs against your lips, tongue running over your lower lip.

"wanted to stuff you full so fucking bad."

feeling you sigh so prettily into the kiss, his doesn't hesitate to shove his tongue in your mouth, hands busying themselves as they push your (his) sweats down off your hips before guiding you back to the bed.

you knew he would get excited over your comment, but you didn't think it would be to the point where he was rutting into you as he practically devoured you, feeling your back hit the bed.

“you want to give our 'gumi a sister? wanna be a mommy again," he questions, breaking the kiss to press his forehead against yours. one of his hands slithers up under the oversized t-shirt to cup one of your tits and roughly knead it, his thumb just barely grazing over your nipple.

"wanna have another kid with big, bad toji? tsk, poor cunt missed gettin' stuffed full of cum?" 

you just hum a little breathless. your hand comes up to cup his cheek, looking from his lips back up to his eyes. he's so handsome when he's over you like this, his chain dangling right in your face.

“maaaaybe. megumi just made me think about it, 's all. you've been a good dad t' him, how could i not want to give you another one,” you coo, guiding him closer so you can press a kiss against the scar on his lip. 

“besides…”

toji grunts when he feels your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him flush against you so you can feel the thick, heaviness of his arousal through his sweatpants.

“don’t you want me to make you a daddy again, toji? c'mon, knock me up, big guy.”

after those words leave your pretty little mouth, toji is on you as he realizes that you're 100% going to give him the worse breeding kink ever.

"'m gonna fuckin' ruin you," he growls into your ear. you aren't given a second to protest before he's ripped your panties off, complaints falling on deaf ears. the tips of his fingers gently run over your puffy pussy lips, your slick wetness coating his fingers.

"fuck, mama, you're soaked already." his eyes are focused on your face as you squirm and whimper when he swirls little circles into your clit, an evil smirk on his face. "can't wait to fill you up 'til you're dripping with my cum, doll."

you can't stop your hips from trying to grind into his hand, eyes rolling back when he teased your entrance. "toji, c'mon, baby, i need you s'bad."

"baby, you know you can't take me without prep," he coos at you. he can feel how hot and slick you are, finally, finally slipping two of his fingers inside your cunt. and oh, the way you arch your back a little bit with a pleading whine of his name is so, so pretty, you're so fucking cute.

"mmn, maybe y'don't need prep, you just sucked my fingers right in," he says huskily before pressing a little kiss to the corner of your mouth. "you wanna try, mama? wanna see if you can fit my cock in you? really gonna feel that stretch, though, babe," toji warns, knowing you can't give a sensible answer when he starts pumping his fingers in and out.

when it seems like your about to answer him, the only thing that escapes your mouth is a shaky moan, his thick fingers curling to hit just the right spot inside of you that has you gushing. unable to form words, you tug on his shirt and nod frantically, just wanting to feel toji stuffing you full.

"yeah? you wanna try?" toiji pulls his fingers out of you, chuckling when you whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness. he pops his fingers in his mouth, cock throbbing at the addictive taste of your cunt on his tongue. "c'mon, we're both wearing too much, let's get you outta that shirt, ma."

you waste no time throwing the shirt off, not even giving him the chance to undress you. but once your shirt is off, you're practically ripping off his stupid black t-shirt that made his pecs look fucking delicious and those damn sweatpants and boxers that hid your prize.

as you fuss over his boxers, toji takes a moment to look at you spread out on the bed before him. you still had a bit of chub on you, tummy nice and soft and cute, just how he likes it. if he knew where his phone was, he'd take a picture of you right now; frustrated, horny, naked, and pretty. all for him.

"tojiiii, stop staring and kick off your stupid boxers, you're getting on my nerves!"

you can't even look him in the eye as you say that because you're too busy staring right at his cock, a thick bead of precum formed at the tip. the lick of your lips told him everything he needed to know, but he wasn't fucking your mouth, not tonight at least.

"what? i can't look at my own wife," he asks with a raised eyebrow, biting back a laugh when you swat at his hand that pinches one your puffy nipple. "tch, so rude, doll."

before you can snap back at him, he brushes the swollen head of his cock against your slick folds, smearing your wet over the tip. that shuts you up quickly and toji has to hold back another laugh. always so fussy until he finally gives you what you want. he's spoiled you rotten.

"toji," comes a soft whine, so soft he nearly misses it. your eyes are focused between your legs, lower lips between your teeth as he teases you with his cockhead. you huff, pushing your hand against his chest to give you enough space to shift positions, knowing exactly what would get him to stop teasing you.

once you roll over, you shift so that you're face down, ass up, you hand slipping between your thighs to spread your sticky pussy open, slick dripping down your fingers. "tojiiii, please? please, baby, stop teasing an' put a baby in me...please, hubby, give your wife what she wants."

any other whines or begs are interrupted when his hand comes down hard on your ass. he was going to give you what you wanted, what you both wanted. he was going to fuck you, fill you up with all his cum and whatever leaked out? he’d make sure to push it back in, whether with his fingers, mouth, or tip of his dick. 

when he finally pushes into you, he just lets out the most wrecked groan you’ve heard from him yet, each inch sinking into you stretching those tight walls just a bit more.

"holy shit...fuuck me, baby, too fucking tight, you're strangling my cock," he hisses, fingers digging into the fat of your hips as he gave you inch after inch.

god, just the thought of fucking you not just to feel good, but to fill you up, get you to take his seed deep inside to give him another kid? it's fucking with his head, his wife was gonna be the death of him.

both of you moan once he's all the way inside. you feel so full, his cock is too fucking big it doesn't make any sense and you genuinely think you should've let him fully prep you...but shifting your hips just a little bit has his tip pressing against something sinful. you whine and reach back to grab at one of his hands on your waist, turning to shoot him a mean glare as you demand, “stop stalling n’ knock me up, toji." 

who is he to deny what his wife asks?

using a hand to steady himself on the headboard, his hips begin to move slowly, pulling out just an inch and pushing forward again. "so tight 'n' warm..." each thrust hits deeper and more powerful than the last as toji begins to pick up speed, the thickness of his cock hitting every deep part of you.

it's almost too much, but you don't want him to stop, especially not when toji started running his mouth.

“shit, look at you, baby…takin’ it like a champ.”

now you really wish you stayed on your back, then at least you could've slapped a hand over his mouth to shut him up. you drop your head down against the mattress with a moan, starting to move your hips to match his thrusts, the room filling with the sound of skin slapping on skin.

“fuuck, c'mon, throw that ass back on me, thaaaat’s it, good girl.” 

he starts pounding into you harder when he feels you tightening up on him. the sweet moans and adorable words of “gimme more,” “baby, please,” or “s’ too good, toj,’” only pushing him to get even deeper, to get you to cum so he could stuff you full.

he coos when he sees you starting to scramble up further on the bed, away from his relentless fucking. he knows that he found that sweet spot that would have you creaming in minutes.

"tsk, you just never fuckin' learn, huh? 's always gonna be too much for you, isn't it," he huffs as his hand finds its way into your hair, tugging your head back to keep you from moving more. “hey. hey, nonono, don’t run away from it, lemme have it," he coos at you, following you up the mattress.

you never change, always swearing up and down that you wouldn't run from his cock, that you'd be able to take him. you wanted this, you wanted your precious husband to fuck another baby into you, t'give 'gumi a little sister, s’ i’m gonna give it to you.”

toji may sound like he’s still put together, but he’s just thankful you can’t see his face since yours is pressed into the pillows at the top of the bed.

you can’t see how he’s barely holding himself together, trying his hardest not to let himself go too much. the last thing he needs is to cum before you, knowing that while you wouldn’t mind, he’d be annoyed for breaking his streak.

he’s brought back into the present when you manage to turn your head a little, able to look him in the eye, and god, does he love what he sees.

your mouth is open as you moan for him, eyes lidded and focused on only him. he sees the little tears gathered in them, not quite spilling over but the fact that they’re there tells him he’s the one making you feel that good. 

“tuh-toji, ’m gonna cum, gonna cum—!”

"yeah?" hearing you moan so sweetly for him only makes toji smirk, fingers digging into your hips as he helps you meet each thrust. “gonna make a mess f'me already? poor little cunt can't handle gettin' fucked so good? mmn, shit, 's okay, baby. let go for me, mama, cum on daddy’s cock.” 

"t-tojiiiii," you shakily moan, nearly ripping the sheets as you cum suddenly. it was his voice, the way he tried to sound put together but you could hear how desperate he was to feel your pussy clamp down on him and get his cock nice and messy.

toji's deep, guttural moans mix with your cries when he unexpected is pushed over the edge, the way you desperately grinded back against him causing him to swear under his breath as he lost his pace, groaning your name as he emptied into you. it felt so hot, the pulsating warmth of his tip nudging against your cervix paired with his thick cum filling you up dizzying the both of you. 

you expect some kind of snarky comment from toji, trying to catch your breath so you could reply when he said it. but nothing comes (you have to stop yourself from laughing at the pun). you turn to look back, sighing when toji pulls out of you. usually he stayed inside, leaning down to tease you for cumming so fast...but he didn't.

something was wrong and for some reason, you felt like your pussy was in danger.

“toj…?”

he didn’t answer. he probably didn’t even hear you, not with the way he was looking so intensely at the mess between your thighs. the mess he made. toji doesn’t know what comes over him, his hands practically moving on their own as he moves you over onto your back, then moving his hands down to your sensitive hole and spreading. 

the scene in front of him just breaks him. you let out a soft whine, hips gently rolling into his hands. his eyes stay stuck between your legs—sharp and focused—as they watch the thick globs of his hot cum drip out of your hole and down onto the bed sheets.

the groan that leaves him is sinful, and once you make eye contact with him, you realize how fucked you are. he’s hard again, almost making you believe he didn’t cum if it weren’t for the creamy sheen of his cum on his throbbing dick and the hotness of his dripping out of you. before you know it, toji’s climbing over you, making sure your legs get pushed over to his shoulders as he pushes you into a mating press.

yeah.

you're fucked.

you keep making eye contact, and now that he’s so close to you, you see how crazed he looks. his eyes, completely black due to his blown pupils, have an unhinged look in them, and the half smirk on his face only makes you worry about your ability to walk the next day.

“t-toji, if you need a break to calm down, then-oh!” 

he shuts you up by pushing himself inside you, loving how your eyes cross so prettily. he has you now, you can't run away from the overstimulating feeling of him fucking you in this position. and when you feel his hands come up and lock together on your head to really keep you in place, you feel yourself gush all over his cock at the simple display of how strong he was compared to you.

you're so fucked.

all you can do is moan and cry out his name, hands grabbing whatever part of him they could reach. but he doesn't let you break eye contact, keeping you close to his face so he could see every little expression. and fuck, does he like what he sees.

“t-tojiii, t’ deep, t’ deep!”

“wan’ me t’ stop? t’ stop fuckin’ this messy hole?”

“fuck, y-you stop, and I’ll c-choke the shit out of yo-ouh!”

“that’s it, take it, take daddy’s cock, mama, lemme breed you.”

everything about this position is driving both of you crazy.

the closeness has you reeling, the way toji just cannot bring himself to break eye contact, needing to see what he was doing to you.

his thick cock is hitting deep, almost too deep, with the way each thrust of his hips causes the tip to press into the sweet spot inside you every. single. time. 

he has you for the whole day and the whole night, he's going to make sure you're stuffed entirely and doesn't plan on stopping until either you tell him you need a break or until he can't cum anymore. and even then, he doesn't think anything will be able to get him out of your cunt.

but with the way he just moaned into your mouth, thick spurts of more cum coating your insides…and the way he didn’t get soft, instead pressing you even deeper into the mattress as he began to pound into you with a groan of how much he loved your pussy…

you were sure it would be a while until he was done with you.

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Between Light and Dark - Naruto x fem!reader x Sasuke

an: this was my first forte into writing with Naruto characters, it's a little old now and I think my writing has improved but I still adore this story and thought it might be fun to post over here. All of my own design, no request for this filth!

pairing: Naruto Uzimaki x fem!reader x Sasuke Uchiha

warnings: NSFW, post canon events, canon divergent, set when Naruto is Hokage, angst, hurt/comfort, mmf threesome, spanking, discussion of punishment, brat behaviour, oral sex f!receiving and m!receiving, gagging, unprotected sex, lil aftercare

You had really done it this time.

There would be no gentle slap on the wrists after this stunt, no way. True you hadn't risked any lives, no damage had been done to the Village, and the people were still safe and happy in their blissful ignorance, but you had overstepped the mark, big time.

It had to have been discovered by now, a gnaw of guilt ate at your stomach, yet the smirk that graced your lips could not be denied. Could you laugh your way out of it, it was, after all, a practical joke? That seemed unlikely, you knew how closely guarded the Anbu were about their uniform and their masks.

Masks that were to protect identities, although there had been notable exceptions throughout the years. Everyone had seemed to know of Kakashi of the Sharingan, despite the fox mask that concealed his face from view, not that your sensei had ever minded that knowledge. Although the bright crimson eye was sure to be a giveaway in that particular instance.

Your own mask sat nestled safely in a drawer in your bedroom, unused in almost a year. Taking it out only brought pain, not the stab of a blade, more like a thousand tiny papercuts that shredded at your heart and brought forth the twisted rage that festered in your mind.

One accident, one mistake, and you were benched. Forced on to the sidelines under the disguise of recovery. It was fucking bullshit, and everyone knew it. You were more than strong enough to rejoin the ranks, a shadow in the night to be feared and yet they would not allow it.

It was them that you wanted to protect, every fibre of your being demanding that you seek out and eliminate any threat that would wish them harm, but no. It was unfair, a cruel punishment for a slip up that could not have been foreseen, not even with the fucking Rinnegan.

A quick peek around the curtains that were pulled shut, keeping prying eyes out of your home. The sun may have risen, the day begun, but you were not going to open these today, for fear of what you would be greeted with if you did.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, your home edged the central hub of the Village, allowing for peace when desired, but close enough to still feel a part of the hubbub. Konoha awoke to a beautiful spring day, the hustle of people beginning their day, and no one was aware of the fiendish prank that had been played.

~

It had taken weeks of preparation, information gathering from the people you considered your closest friends, and all the while you had imagined the looks on their faces when it was finally discovered. You could already see the deep scowls, the twist of lips turned down in displeasure, brows furrowed, and the tightening of such strong hands.

They deserved it; no one treated you like an invalid or incapable. You were just as strong as them, this they knew as you delighted in proving it time and again in your youth. A once Captain in the Anbu, you could have been so much more, but this was the life you had chosen, to protect them.

The perfect opportunity had been presented last night; a rare evening out that all Anbu were attending. It was almost unheard of for no one to remain on duty, but it had been an official decree from the Hokage himself, and therefore not to be refused. Of course, he would order a night off for them, far too soft-hearted for his own good, but you weren't going to rail too much, he had unknowingly gifted you an excellent chance to pull this off.

It had not been difficult to infiltrate their shared locker room; you knew every building in Konoha like the back of your hand. You had treated it much like the rigorous exercise regime that you continued to push yourself through each and every day without fail. Determined not to lose the strength and power that was tightly coiled within your body, ready to be unleashed at a mere moment's notice.

Slipping into the shadows, becoming a part of them until they curled around your lithe frame, a welcoming extension of your body and so very eager to follow your commands. The last straggler ran to catch up their friend, and in you slipped before the door had a chance to close.

Nimble fingers picked each lock with startling ease, it was lucky that you had not chosen a criminal path to follow, surely you would have made an excellent cat burglar and the idea tickled you immensely. Each matching uniform was gathered into a large bundle and carried into the adjoining bathing room where they were placed into the various Hinoki buckets that littered the room.

A large bottle of dye shook in your hands, this was it, your last chance to walk away from this, no harm done. The debate was over quickly, the cap unscrewed by a determined hand and added to each of the tubs, a quick stir and it was done.

As the dye did its job, you took to eyeing the beautifully decorated masks that hung in each locker, but surely they could use some more embellishment? The click of removing the lid on the first permanent marker, a smirk that stretched your face until it hurt, and you were lost in artistic freedom.

You eyed the masterpieces almost appraisingly, each mask now merely a canvas for the agony, shame, and anger that warred within you constantly. A young Naruto would have been proud of your work, and that brief thought made your heart tug painfully until you shook it away.

You could not afford such thoughts and memories, not now.

After the excess water had been wrung from each garment then pegged up to dry on a makeshift line that you strung up in the bathing room, you eyed your handiwork and a satisfied sigh left your mouth. It felt as if a weight had been lifted from your shoulders, if you could not be an Anbu, well neither could they, not with these uniforms and masks.

The vividly bright pink was an utter eyesore, it stained every piece with its intense colour, and pair that with the outrageously graffiti covered masks, they would never be taken seriously. It would be practically impossible to remain aloof, hidden by shadows in this lurid colour and that effectively rendered them powerless.

It was wicked, cruel, and perhaps unforgivable, but words had done you no good. The many times you had appealed to them, almost ready to beg on your knees, but never quite giving in to the submission that it would require. This was not the fault of your fellow Anbu, but there were always innocent casualties in war, and this indeed was a war in your eyes, and you would not lose.

~

The day passed, uneventful as most others were, but with each tick of the clock, your stomach knotted more tightly. Insides that writhed incessantly, your feet pacing a continuous loop of your small home, freezing at each slight noise that met your ears. You would drive yourself mad at this rate.

Who would come? Which one would be tasked with bringing you to justice?

This was what you thought over most as the day wore on, you knew instinctively that it would be one of them, they would entrust no one else with this mission. You weighed up the options, did you truly have a preference as to who would appear? No, not really.

Your prank could hardly be deemed an outside threat, therefore it seemed unlikely for it to him, but then again, maybe Lord Seventh did not wish to sully his hands with you over this childish stunt? That only made you bristle all the more, you had taken to only referring to him as his official title, flat out refusing to acknowledge him by name. You had seen the flash of sorrow in his blue eyes, quickly hidden by his will to 'protect' you, each and every time you refused to meet his eye fully.

It hurt more than him, you regarded him as one of the most important people in your life, yet he was hurting you and did not seem keen to stop anytime soon. By the same token, you refused to address the 'Shadow Hokage' by his name, there was no sorrow in his sharp eyes, but there was a prominent tick in his jaw that not even he could mask.

The two most important men in your life, and they were trying to treat you with kid gloves, didn't they understand how demeaning that was to you? Did they no longer trust you to watch their backs as you had done for so many years?

The tears fall, silent and scalding as they track down your cheeks. There is no use in crying, it solves nothing and with that you push them away and straighten your spine, daring another peek behind the still drawn curtains.

It was killing you not knowing what was going on, there was no way that your actions had not been uncovered, maybe they suspected another for the prank? That thought was unwelcome, guilt burned in your soul at someone else being blamed for your deed. You would not allow for another to be punished for your crime. Biting at your nails you flitted over the idea of heading straight to the Hokage's office to turn yourself in.

The sun was setting by this point, you had tugged on some black leggings and a simple cropped workout top, ready to head out and face your punishment like a big girl, and then it happened.

An almost imperceptible noise from the living area, most would not have even heard it, but your hearing was as sensitive as any canines and possibly even rivalled that of the Inuzuka's. Braced against your bedroom wall, you slowly peered around the edge of the open door.

A dark shadow moved almost too quickly for you to follow, and then he was in your face.

Towering over you as the mismatched eyes smouldered with annoyance, the tick was working his freshly shaved jaw as the gasp left your lips. His raven hair fell forward as he tilted his head to the side, taking in your appearance far too slowly, almost predatory, and you wished you could step back, but were blocked by a very solid wall.

"I assume you expected me?" he merely whispered, his deep voice washing through you and doing unspeakable things to your insides. It had been a long time since those brief months of passion, the wildfire that had ripped through the pair of you and left many bedsheets torn asunder from the intensity of the love-making.

You would not be swept down memory lane, not now, you would pound all thoughts of jumping into his arms and fucking him senseless into the ground. This was your war, and this merely the opening gambit.

"And why exactly should I be expecting you?" you retorted, proud that your voice did not waver. Your eyes had already dipped down, refusing to look at him directly as you had been doing for almost a year now.

The hand was lightning fast, finger and thumb gripping your chin in a tight hold as he forced your face up and the rumble of irritation from the depths of his chest sparked a burning desire between your legs. Damn your traitorous body!

A scoff of derision lifted his lips out of the scowl that was on his darkly handsome face. The arrogance of his youth had smoothed out over the years, but that smirk was like a mirror to his past self, and you loved it. Adored that you had caused it, your little stunt bringing forth that old spark of self-confidence and cocky exterior that had once so riled you.

You could feel the intense searing heat of his body as he invaded your personal space, you didn't think he could get any closer until he did. Trying to slide yourself out from his body, the other hand lifted and flattened against the wall, right by your head.

"Running somewhere y/n? Surely you don't have anywhere else to be..." he hissed lowly, and the hit of those words was like a physical slap, a low blow indeed from the Uchiha. Clearly, he was not in the mood for playing around.

Shoving with all your strength you dislodged him enough to stride from the room, turning to watch him follow you into the living space. He had the audacity to smile at you as you put the small kitchen island between you, noting that his familiar cloak was already draped over the stool.

How long had he been in your home before you noticed his presence?

It was hard not to fantasize about the possibilities that having the Uchiha alone in your home for the first time in years brought to the surface. Would he accept extracting a punishment for you in the form of sexual favour, did you dare even suggest it? You knew what he liked, could turn it on with the lowering of your lashes, letting yourself submit to his wishes.

Right now you were still maintaining innocence, but it would not last much longer.

Arms crossed over your chest, you cocked your hip in hopes of giving off a look of confidence and indifference, "why are you here oh mighty Shadow Hokage? Surely I am not an outside threat to the Village?" you growled.

His jaw clenched once again, and you wondered over the reason for it. That was until the Sharingan activated, bathing you in the crimson intensity from the one red eye and the vivid purple of the other, so his emotions were heightened, interesting...

You were almost glad that he had come, the other option might have been more difficult to fight against. This way you could bare your teeth and not fear inflicting lasting emotional pain, the Uchiha had taken your harshness on more than one occasion. He could handle it, absorb it, or mould it into something else depending on his mood, and you wondered again what would happen this night.

His mouth opened, but before he could speak two loud knocks sounded on your front door, heavy and ominous. Your gaze ripped to the door, brows drawn up in genuine shock. The bastard looked smug, leaning against the wall that you would have to pass to get to the door, he knew something you didn't and it filled you with a cold dread.

Another knock sounded, a fist thundered once making the solid wood door rattle in its frame. Someone was desperate to come in, and it took all your courage to force your legs into motion, the limbs frozen in confusion and the first wash of fear.

You eyed the Uchiha as you slipped past him as quickly as you could manage, hearing the faint chuckle that made you want to grind your teeth, but that would only serve in humouring him more. His black shirt stretched over his lean chest, his sleeves were rolled to the elbows and that minor detail almost had you pausing, that wasn't right...

Swallowing thickly you unlocked the door, and threw it open, much like ripping off a band-aid. The last rays of the setting sun formed a perfect blazing halo around the frame of the tall blonde man before you.

Both? They both had come for you... well shit!

It would seem unusual for such a dark look to grace the Hokage's face, he was well known for his light-hearted nature, kind and openly compassionate almost to a fault. Yet you were used to this particular look, it was the one he always wore in your presence these days, only seeing it through lowered eyes as you furiously refused to meet his gaze.

As you stared, dumbfounded at him, a burn was building in your throat and you wanted to slam the door shut. To push both men away until you were once again alone with your misery and barbed anger, it was too much. Had they planned it this way?

He was inside with the door pressed closed behind him before you noticed that either of you had moved, and it was much too hot in the small space.

"Good evening Lord Seventh, how interesting to find you here of all places," drawled the bastard raven haired male at your back. He was closer again, having pressed further along the wall towards the door where you and he stood.

Your eyes had not moved from his face, watching the myriad of emotions flicker over his handsome face like clouds passing through the sky. It was hard to forget the happier memories that you held of him, the times you had laughed together, fought, and trained together, teasing the Uchiha to within an inch of his sanity, and most importantly the love that you had felt.

Almost no one was aware that you had spent an equal amount of time with both men in the past, and yet the friendship had never been affected madness, but it had worked out by some miracle. There had never been an ounce of jealousy between the three of you, both relationships had been uniquely different; with the Uchiha, it had been intense, soul-searing, and filled with dark desires that had made your toes curl and your body ignite. With the Uzumaki it had been tender, brimming with warmth, a heated exploration that came with learning every inch of each other's bodies, and the absolute trust that was placed in one another.

The one thing that overlapped in both short relationships was the unconditional love; neither had worked out long term but that love had remained like an ever-burning flame that refused to be snuffed out. You had tried your best to extinguish it this past year, the fury you wore like a tightly drawn cape turned you cruel and unkind to your friends, but they had deserved it, right?

Now things weren't quite so clear anymore.

"Good evening Sasuke, y/n." he crooned, one hand lifting to run through his mischievous golden hair, pushing back the bangs that tried to fall into his crystal blue eyes. He wasn't wearing his usual orange tunic with the black trim, instead, a crisp white shirt rested on his broad chest, and you spied the way his sleeves were also rolled up.

He swept off the familiar cape of the Hokage, pegging it up on the coat rack that hung by the door as if he were an invited guest into your home, his shoes already kicked off and next to yours. This small detail had you swinging around for the first time since opening the door, your gaze falling to the Uchiha's feet, and sure enough, he was barefoot, so where were his shoes?

The Uzumaki took a step towards you, and you backed up, straight into a hard body. Their eyes met above your head, some internal conversation taking place that you had no part in, a tremble coursed up your spine and you felt suddenly very thirsty.

Your hair is swept over one shoulder, two fingers twirling a strand idly as a warm mouth lowers to your ear. Eyes locked with the Uzumaki, his own glittering with some unknown emotion, his mouth set in a determined line and a tiny 'v' between his brows as the Uchiha coos in your ear, "you have guests y/n, shouldn't you invite them into the living area?"

His voice blazes through your veins, burning them with feelings you have not felt for an age, leaving nothing but charred ash in its wake. How are you meant to form words whilst trapped between these two men? Caught between purest darkness and blinding light, gulping audibly you lick at your parched lips.

"Do come in Lord Seventh, and Shadow Hokage." you purred, rolling the titles in your mouth, determined to make them sound most indecent, wanting to fluster them.

The twin sound of breath catching in throats makes you smile, they might have won the first round with this double ambush, but it was round two to you as you managed to pull enough confidence to saunter away, hips swaying in the tight black leggings you wore.

They followed in silence and the faintest pink that stained the Uzumaki's cheeks and the Uchiha's ears was another point in your favour. You threw yourself on the sofa, arms crossed defiantly over your chest as you eyed the two men, daring them to make their next move.

"Do you know why we have come?" Lord Seventh asks quietly, choosing to take a seat next to you, sitting on the edge and turning his body so he can see your face clearly. The Uchiha remains standing, one foot lifted against the wall, the black has returned to his eye and that could only mean business.

You don't like this serious version of the Hokage, longing for the times where he would laugh so hard at your jokes that he snorted like a pig. Those days seem like a millennia ago, too much has changed since then and it was heartbreaking to think that you might never hear that laugh again.

If they are going to treat you like a brat then you were damn well going to act like one, it'll be more fun that way. "Enlighten me oh great one," you mutter, wafting your hand in the air, mocking his status openly and without fear.

"Watch your mouth y/n or I will put it to other use!" the Uchiha snarls yet remains frozen in his position. The blonde lifts a placating hand, his cheeks are twitching making the whisker marks dance and for a second you think he is going to give you that smile, the dazzling one full of teeth and joy, but no.

"Are you telling me that it wasn't you that defaced the entirety of the Anbu's uniforms and masks? Should we be searching for another to take the punishment for the crime?" he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and looking far too mature and grounded.

Well, he had you there, there was no way you would let another take the fall for a crime they had not committed, but you hadn't wanted to admit it quite yet. You had to think fast, a quick glimpse at the Uchiha who continues to watch you like a hawk, one brow cocked as if he knows you are up to some kind of bullshit.

"Whatever could you mean by that? Defaced in what way?" you asked innocently, tipping your head to the side, allowing your hair to fall over one shoulder, and baring your neck at the blonde. The bob of his Adam's apple felt like another point to you, the way his eye lingered on your pulse point, exactly where he used to like to leave his mark.

His rough voice is laced with control that had not been present until this point, a peek at his hands shows that they are gripping his knee tightly, one thick vein protruding from the skin and it made you smile, a sly smile that stroked at your confidence.

"The uniforms were dyed a very vivid pink, and the masks – well let's just say they were... marked."

You chuckled darkly, "oh I would say that the uniforms and masks were merely improved. They looked very fetching in that particular shade of pink." And with those biting words you had taken ownership of the deed, you would face whatever punishment they felt befitted the crime.

Your hands lifted to either side of your mouth in mock aghast at your 'confession', one hand moved to your parted lips, a finger slipping inside until you bit down on the pad and indented the flesh.

"Oh no, what have I done? Confessing my little prank and so readily too. How will you punish me, Lord Seventh?

Will you take me off duty? No, you've already done that.

Tear me away from the ones I love most? Nope, you've done that as well.

Put me under house arrest? A possibility, yet I am practically already under house arrest. I don't want to see the looks of pity on every face that I meet in the street.

May as well exile me and be done with it!"

Your voice had started off quiet, dripping with a false cutesy tone, but it had risen as you continued to speak until you were yelling the last part. A thundering heart pounding in your ears as the Uchiha finally moves, his hand pinning your throat to the couch cushion, no pressure but holding you still.

"Exile?" he roars, it's highly unusual for him to speak to you like this, and for the first time you are scared of what he might do, "you think we'd exile you from the Village?"

The Sharingan is back, burrowing deep into your soul as you sit immobile, but you cannot stop your arm lifting, wrapping around the one holding you down, and pressing your nails into his skin.

"The fuck y/n? Have you lost your damn mind?" the Uzumaki yells, your eyes slide to the side and you can see the intensely red face that is so very mad at you. You hated to be the cause of his anger, but you would take it if it meant that fucking annoying formality slipped away.

"You speak of us tearing you away from the ones you love most, but it is the opposite and you fucking know it! Where the hell have you been, huh? You are a part of us and yet you refuse to look at us, refuse to meet with us, refuse to call us by our god damn names y/n!

I have never been so furious!" and he is on his feet abruptly, obscured by the Uchiha still holding you down.

You had expected the emotion from him, he was always the one to wear his heart on his sleeve and you knew that he had fought for every little bit of love and kindness over the years, therefore this past year would have affected him greatly.

What you hadn't expected was the words from the Uchiha, "we miss you y/n." and you were sobbing.

The tears built in your eyes until they were like tidal waves, pouring down your cheeks as if a river had burst its bank. You couldn't look at them, eyes tightly shut as the emotions you had worked hard to keep locked away for so long burst forth.

You had no idea how long you cried, you felt the Uchiha move away and then you were shifted, lifted upwards as they moved around. They sat side by side with you cradled on top of them, each wrapped an arm around you until you were cocooned in their warmth, the two unique scents invading your senses as you desperately tried to quiet your crying.

Sweet nothings were whispered in each ear, promises that things will be fixed if you would only let them back in, and you pressed yourself further into their embrace. The two strongest men in the Village and here they both were, in your house, seated on your sofa and holding you so tightly like you were the most precious thing in the world.

What felt like hours, but was in fact minutes, passed until you were able to open your eyes and sit up, struggling against the arms that worked to keep you in place, but they were no match when you wanted to do something.

"Better?" the Uzumaki whispered, wiping the final tear from your eye with his thumb.

You nodded, attempting to slide from their laps, but a hand was wrapped around each wrist until you gasped and looked back at them.

"Did you think that there would be no punishment? What do you take us for y/n?" the Uchiha scoffed, and you could see the unmistakable flicker of desire igniting in his searing gaze.

The Uzumaki laughed at the look of abject terror that had spread over your face, "a personal punishment for what you have done, but more importantly for the way you have treated us, little brat." he practically growled at you, and this was too much to take in.

What were they going to do? Surely they did not both intend to take you at the same time... no, they didn't share well at the best of times. Yet as you watched the two men exchange a quick nod, you knew you were wrong in your assumption.

The Uzumaki shifted you until you were straddling his hips, one wrist still held by the Uchiha but he quickly let go as the blonde snaked a hand around your lower back, "tell us to go and we will. There will be a formal punishment if you decide on that route, but I'd much prefer this one," he whispered, his lips were an inch from the skin of your throat, poised, waiting for your answer.

The hand that was now free, shot backwards, seeking out the Uchiha, and what you felt made your insides turn to jelly. He was kneeling behind you, between the blonde's thighs, his warm breath fanning against the back of your neck and raising the hairs that lay there.

"Do your worst," you cooed, and they sprang.

Teeth nipped at your throat whilst harsh kisses littered your shoulder until you whined from the pressure. Your own hands slipped with ease into the golden locks of the Uzumaki, tugging on them until his head lifted to meet your eyes, glazed with lust.

His lips were cruel, punishing in how they devoured your own, sweeping inside without even the decency to ask for permission. You were indeed being punished, but you liked it. Cool hands reached around until they detailed the swell of your breasts held tightly in the cropped top, an equally demanding mouth running kisses down your bare spine until the fingers groped at your chest and you mewled.

The Uzumaki was quick to swallow the mewls with his greedy mouth, his tongue explored every crevice of your mouth, reminding himself of how you tasted as his tongue dominated your own. The writhe of your hips was as instinctual as drawing breath, and the groan that rumbled from the blonde made you do it a second time, only slower.

"Damn brat," he hissed, pressing you back until you were fully in the Uchiha's arms. His mouth fell to your collarbone and began sucking what would become a wicked looking bruise into the tender flesh. You stroked the raven hair that fell like a curtain over his actions, the other hand reaching out for the Uzumaki who was watching his friend suck on your neck with heated fascination.

His hands spread over your thighs, the pads pressing into the thin material of the leggings, the heat that radiated from him was intense as they inched closer to your hips. You wanted to rip the shirt from him, detail every inch of his torso with your tongue, but you were stuck fast in the steely grip of the Uchiha as he marked you.

"Bedroom," ripped from the male at your neck, the sound made an instant heat pool between your legs, and without warning, you were lifted by strong arms and quickly marched into your bedroom and deposited on to the bed.

The absence of their heat came like a crushing blow, a low whimper leaving your lips as you eyed them curiously standing at the edge of the bed. You had never expected to see them working together in this kind of situation, yet perhaps this was not as new as you had assumed. They barely needed to communicate their actions, either they had done this before, or they had discussed this at great length, and you weren't sure which option you would prefer to be correct.

The Uchiha crooked his finger and you crawled to him as you had done on many occasions, lashes lowered as you neared him, the flutter making him growl as you had known it would. Hands wrapped around his neck as you sought out his lips, he dodged them and you whined again.

"When are you going to call us by our names y/n?" he asked softly, deadly even in the tone of his voice. The question took you off guard, but despite your willingness to submit to them, there were still things you would fight them on, and this was one of them.

You licked up the column of his throat, nipping at his jaw until you reached his ear, "when you deserve it Uchiha."

The Uzumaki chuckled from the head of the bed, you hadn't noticed him moving, and his top buttons were now undone as he watched you fight with the Uchiha. Calloused fingers edged into the waist of your leggings until they gave a quick yank, pulling them down until you had to lay back for them to be peeled from you.

You tugged the cropped top over your own head, and now you were only in your bra and panties, the black colour a stark contrast on the pure white sheets. The Uzumaki hummed his appreciation, "I always liked you in black," he groaned out.

The Uchiha made a noise in his throat, your eyes cut to him as he smirked, "pink was my favourite, such a cute colour on such a wanton girl, a total contradiction."

Were they seriously debating the colour of your underwear, now?!

The irritation must have been clear in your eyes as the Uzumaki scooted down the bed, placing a quick peck on your nose before tipping you over his lap until your ass was high in the air.

"What the – ?" you cried out, stabilising yourself on your forearms as the Uchiha held down your legs on the bed, rubbing up against your thighs until they parted slightly.

A rumble of amusement sounded from both men, "punishment remember, although I hear you quite like this, isn't that right y/n?" the damned Uzumaki cooed, and you could feel the heat rise to your cheeks. This was not something you had done with him before, the Uchiha on the other hand, well the same could not be said.

A warm hand caressed your ass, pushing the inky black panties down until your cheeks were bare to them. Little strokes up your inner thighs, likely from the Uchiha, trying to stop you from tensing up, it would only hurt more if you did.

The strokes and caresses went on for longer than you expected and you lost yourself in the rhythmical sensation of being cared for, loved, and desired until you were ripped from those thoughts with the biting sting of a large strong palm against your left cheek.

You cried out, trying to struggle out of their hold, but it was useless. "Count them y/n, let's see if you can make it to six yeah?" the Uzumaki gritted out, and you knew this was affecting him, you could feel his hardness pressing into your stomach as you lay draped over his lap.

Each smack was just on the right side of pleasurable pain, the bite of the strong hand that would lift only to strike down and then gently rubs at the heated flesh was delicious. He could break you if he wanted, yet this was not the true punishment that it could have been, this was all done in the name of pleasure.

Your eyes had watered but no tears fell, you gritted your teeth but took all six hits as the Uchiha continued to worship your inner thighs with idle patterns and the blowing of cool air on your very sore ass. He lifted you from the Uzumaki as he slipped out, palming his painfully restricted erection as he stood and started to undress.

At last, you were given the chance to kiss him properly, the black haired male holding you close as his lips danced with your own. There was a hunger lurking just beneath the surface, yet he held it in check as you pressed yourself to him, wanting to feel him against every inch of your skin, and whimpering your frustration as he pulled you back.

The sight of the very naked Uzumaki caught your eye, he was still as muscled as you remembered. The heavenly sight of his sculpted upper torso lowered into the deep 'V' that you adored so much, how many times had you run your tongue along that very path?

His cock twitched in his palm as he stroked it once, kneeling on the bed until you were practically at eye level with the monstrous length. You squirmed as a head slid between your parted thighs, a quick peek and you saw the Uchiha lick his lips in hungry anticipation of his meal, and that meal was going to be your throbbing pussy.

Before you swung back to the cock that you were eager to swallow down, you noted that the Uchiha had also stripped, although he still wore his tight black boxers with a prominent bulge. He lay stretched out on your bed, still as strong as the blonde but leaner and just a tad more defined. There was no doubt that they were both Gods among men, but each different in their own right.

The drag of a warm wet tongue along your length made you moan, and the Uzumaki used that moment of parted lips to press into your mouth. No teasing kitten licks or kisses allowed on this occasion, you sheathed your teeth and accepted him into your mouth like an honoured guest.

Every bob of your head was mirrored by a lick or suck from between your legs, the vibration of your throat contracting made the Uzumaki groan out and lace his fingers into your hair, his hips snapping in tandem with your own rhythm.

Hollowing your cheeks you sucked him deeper, he pressed against the back of your throat and he faltered, not daring to press further, likely from fear of choking you. Oh, how little did he know, had the roles been reversed, there would have been no mercy for you, the Uchiha would eagerly choke you on his cock.

Your own release was ticking ever closer, and when he slid two fingers deep into your pussy you bucked and writhed over his face, grinding yourself down as he worked you over with his mouth and fingers. Fingers that curled and called you to him as he ripped an orgasm from your trembling body, mouth still around the thick cock of the Uzumaki.

He grunted as your tempo faltered, the waves of your own release almost bringing on his own, but he held back.

"Open up!" he demanded and your lips loosened immediately, his cock lay flat on your wet tongue as saliva pooled from the sides of your mouth. He twitched before withdrawing and taking a step back, eyeing how the Uchiha continued to stroke you past overstimulation, almost towards torture.

Another coil of desire was sweeping over you and the crash of this one almost had you prone on the bed, your arms quivered as you supported your upper half, panting and shaky from the intensity.

"Sasuke!" you all but screamed, and all movement stopped. The name had flown from your mouth before you could even think of stopping it, not that you wanted to at that moment, too far gone now.

The quiet gasp had your eyes flying to the Uzumaki, he stood with a clenched jaw and a burning determination in his beautiful blue eyes. Oh shit, you were in for a world of trouble now.

The Hokage growled, low and dangerous as Sasuke sat up on the bed with an entirely too smug smile on his lips, he licked at those slick lips that were painted with your juices and practically waved towards you laying panting on the bed, the gesture was reminiscent of "be my guest..." and you tried to scramble away.

Your ankle was caught in a strong grip, quickly pulled backwards until you were lifted by the shoulder so your back was flush to the Uzumaki's heaving chest. Your bra was unhooked and thrown away as his fingers pinched at your taut nipples, head thrown back he sought out your pulse point and bit. The throb of his teeth biting down on your tender neck was blissful agony, your vision swam as you watched Sasuke smirk at you as he lay on the bed, boxers now removed as he slowly stroked himself, content with watching for now.

"Always gotta be a damn brat, so I've gotta make you cum so you'll say my name? Is that the game we're playing y/n," he growled in your ear, and the way he clung to you was new from him, every other time had been tender and loving, this was wicked and dominant.

One hand had sunk between your parted legs, your thighs trembled as his thumb brushed your highly sensitive clit and you purred for him, long and low. He liked that, rubbing his cock slick from your saliva between your ass cheeks, humming quietly.

The other hand pressed between your shoulder blades, and you were once again on your hands and knees, but this time staring directly at Sasuke's cock as the Uzumaki aligned himself, more than ready to take the final plunge.

Your hand wrapped around the base of Sasuke's cock, and he shook his head, finger wagging in admonishment.

"You know the rules y/n," he heatedly whispered, your eyes widened as the blonde pushed into your welcoming heat, your hips pressing backwards but he held you back.

He waited, the patience of a saint until you took Sasuke into your mouth and swirled your tongue around the head, only then did he press in further. You could feel every ridge of Sasuke's cock against your wet tongue, the vein that ran along the side and you dared to bare your teeth.

He gasped and gripped your hair, a warning to behave and you sheathed them again as the Uzumaki finally, slowly bottomed out within you and circled his hips with cunning precision. You were stretched to absolute capacity, and he grunted from the exertion of remaining perfectly still and having to keep you contained on the bed.

You didn't see the nod between the men, the understanding that it was time to unleash the frustration that they both felt from your actions this past year. The Uzumaki was ruthless, the pace demanding from the very first withdrawal and thrust back into your aching centre. It was difficult to concentrate on both actions at once, Sasuke demanded your attention as he made you take more and more of him, choking you until you tapped twice on his thigh and he backed off. The years may have passed, but the love and care were still there as they ever had been.

The moment reprieve and you moaned your pleasure to the men, your men. The sound of skin slapping was intense and mixed with the grunts and groans of the Uzumaki, as verbal as he had ever been. Lips wrapped around Sasuke's cock once more, he fucked your mouth and throat, revelling in the vibration of your throat as the Uzumaki pounded you almost on top of him.

Consumed by the desire to please Sasuke and the absolute delight of having the Uzumaki rutting into you like a feral animal, you did not expect the hand that slipped around your hip and pinched at your clit. The orgasm spiralled through your body, stars winking before your vision as your entire being shook from the intensity of it.

Sasuke had drawn back, watching with utter lust at your face flushed by your release, the soft glaze of your eyes as you heaved and twisted from the pleasure.

"Naruto!" you screamed, and the absolute joyous laughter that met your ears splintered the dark shell that had formed over your heart and soul.

Not that you were given any time to come down from your high, Naruto still chased his own release. He angled your ass higher on the bed, his knee braced by your side as he slipped even deeper than he had been before, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

Sasuke cupped your chin, lifting your face to see the mischievous twinkle that shone in his mismatched eyes. You blew him a kiss, he mimed catching it, and then pointed back down to where he stood twitching and drenched in your saliva, patiently waiting to be taken care of.

His fingers twisted deep in your hair as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him down like your life depended on it, the thrust of Naruto only helping you take him deeper until you swallowed and felt Sasuke stiffen up from the sensation around his aching shaft.

He was close, you knew it. The same could be said for Naruto, his pace becoming uneven as your walls tightened almost painfully around him, trying to milk him for everything he had.

You unsheathed your teeth once more, running them along the vein exactly how he liked you to do it, and with a final judder, he poured his seed down your throat, pulling back so it painted your tongue.

Naruto gave a final slam of his hips, jerking himself out of your pussy just in time to cover your back with his hot seed.

"Fuck!" both men cried simultaneously and you could melt right here. A sticky sweat-soaked mess and you were happier than you had been in an extremely long time.

~

The clean up had been less fun, but now you were settled in the middle of your bed between gorgeous and still naked men.

"Sorry Sasuke, such a shame you didn't get a chance to fuck y/n!" Naruto laughed, his hands behind his head as he grinned smugly at the ceiling. You thumped him hard on the chest, there was no way this conversation was happening, not whilst you were here!

"Naruto, don't be a dick!" you yelled at him, almost laughing at the way he edged away from you, scared of another blow from your tiny but powerful fist.

Sasuke simply scoffed, eyes turning to the pair of you, the Sharingan flashed as he murmured, "there is always the morning."

You gulped, gaze drifting between the two men who were eyeing you with wicked intent, and you were suddenly trapped once more.

Trapped between purest darkness and blinding light... and you did not wish to be anywhere else.

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you don't need other boys when you have him, your dad's best friend. he’s everything you’d ever need and more, better than all the boys—he’s a man. a good man. these are the words he croons into your ear every time he sneaks into your room late at night, slipping an arm around your waist and his cock in your eagerly waiting cunt.

it all started when you had a fight with your dad. even though your dad was hosting his own birthday party, you sulked all night. your dad didn’t try to hide his own snide comments, so why should you? you didn’t greet guests nor help out, instead choosing to use your phone, drink as much booze as you could and retire to your bedroom early.

as you lay in bed, you could still hear the reverberations of music and the boisterous laugh of middle aged men and women alike. you groaned and covered your head with a pillow, trying to drown out the noise. so when he knocked on your door, opened it when you didn’t answer, and walked in, you jumped when the weight shifted on your bed as he sat down.

“i didn’t mean to scare you,” he says kindly, lending you a smile, “you just seemed… off, today. i wanted to check in on you.”

you sit up. this man was your dad’s best friend of years. not having any kids of his own, he spoilt you rotten. he bought you all the toys and pretty dresses that your dad refused to, arguing that they were too expensive before throwing money at gambling or whatever new woman walked into his life. as you grew up, you couldn’t help but develop a soft spot for him. when you sat still and pretty during dinners and parties, nodding along like a good girl your father demanded you be, your eyes always fell on him. his charming disposition, the way he chided your father like no one else could, and the way he’d always put food on your plate first, giving you a wink as you said thank you wordlessly.

of course, when your friends would talk about dilfs, your mind would never go to your father, the deadbeat dad who provided nothing for you. instead, you would always think about him. his salt and pepper hair that he ran his calloused hands through, smile lines set on his face more defined than any wrinkles, his toned body that you would dream about, touch yourself to every night. you were suddenly conscious that you weren’t wearing a bra. nor shorts.

“i’m fine.” you pull your blanket up to cover your chest. maybe it was the six pack of beer or the cask strength whiskey, but your head was pounding, and your heart was racing. he put a large hand on your thigh. your blanket hid your bare skin from his, but his gentle touch already sent heat pooling in your lower body.

“i’m sorry about your dad,” he says, “he’s an idiot.” he rubs your thigh reassuringly, perhaps innocently unaware of what he’s doing to you, “he doesn’t know how to treat a woman. much less his perfect daughter.”

you flush. was he really saying this? he continues, “i’ve tried to tell him so many times, y’know? how amazing you are, so filial, better than so many other daughters this day and age. he keeps blaming it on your mum leaving but god, that shouldn’t be a fucking excuse.”

he’s working himself up, you can tell as his brow furrows, his arms tense. it feels good to be validated, especially when your father was so unmoving. you place a hand on his toned arm, “i’m fine, but thanks.”

“but you shouldn’t be fine!” he stands up, pacing. you internally bemoan the loss of contact, “if i was your dad, i’d never treat you this way,” he sits back down softly, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, “if you were mine, i’d take care of you.”

his flushed face is inches from yours, you can smell the whiskey on his breath and see the heat in his gaze, almost blazing. he cups your face gently, eyes studying your face before falling back to your eyes, “you’re perfect, so beautiful.” you hold his gaze, you don’t know where this is going but you don’t want this moment to end.

the moment ends when you both hear your father yell and a beer bottle break. he must have lost in a game of poker. before you can react, your father’s best friend shoots up, “i’m sorry,” he trudges towards your bedroom door, “i shouldn’t have come up.”

his hand is already on your door handle and your mouth acts before your brain can stop it, “no.” he turns to look at you.

your pull the blanket off, revealing your bare legs, nipples perky against your thin shirt, “stay.”

his breath hitches, and you can see his pants tightening. he can’t peel his eyes away from you but he manages to mutter, “it’s wrong.”

you turn your body to his, spreading your legs and placing your feet on the bed, exposing your core to him.

“please.”

whatever self control he had left seems to have evaporated at the pleading sound of your voice as he clicks your door lock into place and races over to your bed, forcing you to lie flat as he climbs on top of you, slotting himself between your spread legs, trapping you under him.

“you’re beautiful,” he whispers, leaning down to press featherlight kisses on your neck, “so beautiful.” you gasp as a hand grips your waist, running down the side of your figure.

“but this is wrong…” he tries to pull away but you stop him. “i don’t care.” you yank him by the front of his shirt, pulling all his weight on top of you as you press your lips together, running your hands down his broad back. he takes a second to react but follows your lead, he nips at your bottom lip and as you moan, he slips his tongue into your mouth.

he breaks away from the kiss, sitting up to pull off his shirt, revealing his defined abs. you let yourself feel him, reveling in the feeling. he leans back down, gaze never leaving yours but just as your lips are are about to meet, he stops. you can’t help but whine, though the sound is replaced by a gasp as a calloused hand cups you through your panties.

“you’re already soaked,” he laughs, “good girl.”

embarrassed but so unbelievably desperate, you let out a sigh, “only for you, daddy.”

he scoffs, “i know.” he pulls your panties aside, revealing your puffy pussy, “this isn’t the first time i’ve come up to your room.” he spreads you with his fingers, and you shut your eyes in anticipation, “i tried to find you last week to say goodbye but your walls are really thin. i heard you call out my name.”

the last time he was over, he must have come from the gym as his damp hair along with the tightest compression shirt you’d ever seen was enough for you to squeak out a tiny “excuse me”, before running to your room before you creamed yourself right there at the dinner table.

he slips two fingers into your greedy cunt, snapping you back to reality. he moves slowly, but his long, slender digits worked their magic, loosening you up while hitting at that spongy spot inside you. his thumb finds your clit and moves in small circles, causing your brain to short circuit. he hadn’t done much but the pleasure is insurmountable, the whole situation overwhelms you, and you find your core tightening, close. “cum for me,” he kisses down your neck, sucking near your collarbone. at his okay, you chase your release, writhing under him as his fingers continue working.

“so good for daddy,” he kisses you as you pant softly.

he slips his fingers out of your cunt and display them to you, slick and dripping. “messy girl.” you squirm as he spreads his fingers, showing off your viscous juices. he maintains eye contact with you as he takes his own digits in his mouth, sucking them clean, tasting you.

"sweet, just like you." he proclaims, booping your nose with the same finger that was just in his mouth seconds earlier. “can you take more?”

you nod. he grins, pressing a chaste kiss onto your lips. he sits up, one hand caressing your face and the other unbuckling his belt. he pulls it off in a swift motion, but before he can begin unbuttoning his pants, you move your hand to do so. "allow me," you smile up at him, puppy eyes glinting.

"someone's excited." he laughs, moving his hand to allow you to work on his buttons. his other hand, still on your face, makes its way down slowly, before his grip finally rests on your neck.

you unbutton his jeans and are faced with his grey underwear, straining from his bulge. “keep going,” he nudges you with his free hand. you pull at his waistband, allowing his cock to spring free. it’s thick, veiny, and big, bigger than any of the other boys’ you’d ever been with. tentatively, you wrap a hand around his length, causing him to hiss softly. your thumb doesn’t meet your fingers, so as you start pumping him slowly, up and down, you have to use two hands to grip him tight.

“god, you’re amazing,” he says with a sigh, giving your neck a gentle squeeze, gazing at you like you’re the most beautiful thing that’s ever crossed his sight. when you meet his eyes you can’t help but look away. still, you manage a whisper, “i- i want you.”

“say that again?” he asks, distracted by your hands working to unravel him. you flush.

“i want you…” you meet his eyes, “…in me.”

he barks out a laugh, spurred on by your boldness, “anything for you.”

he moves to stand up, shrugging off his bottoms. he moves to your bedside table and rummages around, looking for something. “any condoms?”

you shake your head. “i must have ran out. are you clean?”

he laughs. “considering you’re the first person i’ve fucked in a few years, i’d hope so.”

“good,” you hide a cheeky smile, before giving him your best puppy dog eyes, “because i really, really want daddy to give me his babies.”

with a raise of an eyebrow, he accepts the challenge. he always loves you best when you’re confident. makes him want to ruin you. he climbs back over you, spreading your thighs apart and aligning the tip of his cock with your dripping cunt.

he looks at you for your approval, and at your nod, he pushes his tip in. you gasp at the stretch, his thick cock opening you up like a present. you wanted him, no, needed him to fill you up, to make you feel so, so full.

you rut into him and he gets the hint, pushing himself deeper into you. it starts to feel painful, and you clench around him, trying to seek some relief. your fluttering walls make him feel so good, too good. he could feel himself coming close. “don’t do that!” he warns, but it comes out more as a moan.

you disobey, of course, and squeeze tighter. wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him in deeper, causing you both to breathe in a sharp intakes of breath. any pain had evaporated into the pooling warmth in your stomach.

both of you stay in that position for a while, eyes locked. “fuck it,” he growls under his breath, grabbing onto your waist and pulling your body away from his, before snapping it back. he’s thrusting in, and pulling you off, all while his curved cock continues to hit that sweet, sweet spot that makes you see stars. you almost fall limp, but wanting to prove yourself, you start fucking yourself on his cock, lifting your hips and trying to move yourself to ease his load.

“such a good, a good girl. my good girl. my girl. my girl. mine.” he chants it like a mantra, each syllable a beat he moved along to as he fucked you silly. “who owns you?”

“you, daddy!”

he places a hand on your bare stomach and squeezes. following the curve of your body, he finds your breast. he takes your whole boob in his big hand, squeezing it so tightly it hurt. he moves to play with your nipples, rolling it around between calloused fingers, pebbling it. you moan and arch your back, allowing him to sink deeper into you.

“what a good girl you are, huh? fucking yourself on his cock. my pretty, pliant girl. ‘m gonna fill you up with my babies. wanna see your cute little stomach swell.” he lifts one of your legs, tucking it over his shoulder, allowing him to go even deeper than you thought he could. you’re squirming, trying to keep up with his relentless pounding but god it’s too much. his hand wanders your body, gripping at your tender flesh. he wants to feel you, every part of you.

just the thought makes the pooling heat in your stomach come to a boil, your toes curling, you cry out, “i’m gonna cum!” he continues fucking you, his stamina never letting up, “cum for me, my pretty girl, i’m close too.”

the pleasure is building to a climax and as he places a hand on your neck and squeezes, you feel your high washing over you, cunt convulsing over his cock. his grip doesn’t release, and black spots start to cover your vision, making you let out a shaky moan.

as he looks down at you, back arching and falling while he fucked you through your orgasm, the obscene sight of your precious body squirming under him is what takes him over the edge. he’s cumming into you, warm jets of white shooting straight into your cunt. his head empty other than his relentless thoughts, “mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.”

you both reach that peak together, gripping onto each other for dear life. when you’re all done, he presses a deep kiss on your lips and slips his softening cock out of you, rolling to lie by your side. still, greedily, he pushes his cum back into you, “take it all.”

he opens up and lets you roll into his arms. he places a gentle kiss on your forehead, and smooths out your tangled hair. you both lie there in comfortable silence, your eyes falling shut and his focused on you. soon, your breathing became even. when you fall asleep, he rolls himself out of your bed, looking down at your sleeping form, so peaceful and worry-free. he wants you to look like that always. slowly, he gets himself dressed to rejoin your dad’s party downstairs. tucking you in, he presses one final kiss on your head and whispers,

“good girl.”

GETO SUGURU, gojo satoru, zhongli, hajime iwaizumi, NANAMI KENTO, tetsuro kuroo, aki hayakawa

yo 😖this would make me fold instantly fuckkk. cw: fem! reader, chubby reader, face riding, praise. 18+

men who pragmatically live between your luscious legs, and eats your pussy as a hobby. you tell him that you don’t wanna suffocate him with your thighs, and he just gives you a reassuring smile — with slick running down his chin from devouring your sweet mess. “nah don‘t worry, princess i got you,” and you’re whining from his tongue that’s spelling out zigzagged letters and numbers on your heavenly twitching pussy. “gimme all y‘er weight, pretty girl. ‘m starvin’…” and you’re timid and hesitant, you hover, before finally sitting on his face. your fav lays his tongue flat against your folds too, holding your thighs firmly and he’s so into it — eyes closed, tracing circles and squares and rhombuses over your cunt with his skilled tongue. “atta girl,” he praises in a soft sweetened voice. you’re moaning absentmindedly, supporting yourself slightly by holding your weight into your quavering knees. his tongue is just abundantly playing tag with your clit — making sure to not miss a spot, kiss up and down the crevices of your plushy thighs while going back to feast on his favorite meal of the day. his eyes are half lidded once he gets a good glimpse of you, your trembling hands combing through his hair. “use my face, baby. you deserve it s‘much.” he tells you in a subdued tone, and once he feels your hips slow and start to shudder from his tongue, he gets a better grip to control your hip movements to vigorously ride his tongue at a more quickened pace. he grins pussy drunkenly, watching your eyes roll back in pure bliss. but fuck, being between your thighs was ultimate heaven to him.

GOJO, TOJI, SUGURU GETŌ, NANAMI, EREN YEAGER, JEAN, DRAKEN, CONNIE, DABI, HAWKS, KAKASHI, ZORO, BOKUTO, ARAN OJIRO, TENGEN, REINER, ARMIN

girl dinner, lunch, breakfast, appetizer, salad, main course, pallete cleanser, dessert

Pretty young thing

- sasuke uchiha (うちはサスケ)

WARNINGS || nsfw, cheating, age gap, rough sex, choking, breeding kink + mentions of pregnancy

[a/n - This blog is not a Sakura friendly blog. Get over it. Unlike Sasuke, I don’t have to settle]

He only came back because of his loyalty to Naruto. The Hokage was his best friend after all and he couldn’t exactly say no. He felt like an asshole as it is but God he wished he would’ve stayed gone. Marriage wasn’t something he ever cared for and he certainly wasn’t the type of man to be a doting father.

You caught his attention from the first time he met you. You had turned 19 and was one of Naruto’s best students. You were young and wild and he so so so badly wanted you for himself.

You caught his attention from the first time he met you. You had turned 19 and was one of Naruto’s best students. You were young and wild and he so so so badly wanted you for himself.

You caught his attention from the first time he met you. You had turned 19 and was one of Naruto’s best students. You were young and wild and he so so so badly wanted you for himself.

You seemed too sweet to ever do such a thing to your best friend but he was mistaken. You knew exactly what you wanted and you made it known that you lived alone just outside the village, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time and his stupid wife was none the wiser or just in denial. He didn’t really care for the details.

You take dick like a champ and you never complain when he fucks you too hard, if anything it gets you off and he likes that you’re more than okay with experimenting. He wishes he could marry you and he knows that he just needs to get you nice and round and then he’d be “forced” to take responsibility.

He wraps his hand around your throat and pulls you up so you’re both kneeling on the futon. You’re loud and he likes that you’re not shy to use your voice.

“Feels good” You moan, biting your lip when he squeezes a little harder and fucks into you faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room and he knows Sakura is just outside. He timed it perfectly and it’s why he invited you over earlier than usual.

He kisses your neck and uses his other hand to grip your waist tightly. Your gummy walls feels amazing gripping his cock and he can’t wait to paint your walls white with his seed. It would be an honour to have you carrying his child.

“You’re so much better than her” He grunts just as he hears the door opening, “Fuck”

You moan louder when you open your eyes and make eye contact with Sakura. She looks mortified that she drops the bags of groceries. She doesn’t immediately run but she does scream, like he predicted.

“So close” He grunts and presses down on your stomach, “Going to fuck my seed into you baby, going to finally give Sarada a sibling”

You scream his name as he rubs your clit, sending you over the edge just as he cums inside you. It feels so fucking amazing that for a moment he completely ignores her crying and yelling. He vaguely hears her threatening to tell Naruto but it’s not like his pervert of a best friend didn’t know.

omg hi chu can i request on the scarlet witch baby. toji finding out baby fushiguro has a bf ofc knowing mikey is a gang leader asking if hes strong and telling mikey to spar with him? it's okay if u don't want to :)

sano manjiro meets scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader's biological father

jujutsu kaisen x reader x tokyo revengers

masterlist of the series

warning(s): possible manga/anime spoilers for jjk, mentions of violence and mentions of scarlet witch's power

omg hi nini, thank you so much for requesting! this is the first time i got a jjk x tokyorev request in a long while, i missed writing for this crossover sm :D ok enough me rambling, happy reading <3 (sorry it took a while to get written down 😭)

sano manjiro, your boyfriend, has learned about your powers as a chaos sorceress or witch, one of which was your capability to ressurect people by transferring their souls that hadn't passed on to the next life yet to bodies you have created. mikey, being mikey, was not that surprised when you told him that you brought your biological father back to life. what surprised him the most, though, was your father's weird request; fushiguro toji wanted to fight him.

when toji learned from gojo about your boyfriend, he was kind of desperate to meet mikey. he hasn't been able to be with his biological daughter, and he comes back to life to find out you're now a teenager and you're dating, meaning toji had a lot to catch up on, especially with the fact that your boyfriend is a gang leader.

you were the one who was nervous instead of mikey. you recalled gojo's first impression and instant disapproval of mikey when he and the others met him. toji might do the same. from the moment he learned about your boyfriend, he hasn't stopped asking you questions. toji wanted to know and meet the guy that his precious baby had fallen for.

what was your boyfriend like?

is he really a gang leader?

how did you two meet?

mikey was unfazed by the tall, muscular man standing behind you when the two finally met in person. the two of them exchanged greetings and handshakes, toji immediately started asking questions, but not before mikey greeted you with a kiss on the cheek and an embrace.

"you must be manjiro, huh?" toji's analytical eyes looked at the short blonde from head to toe. "[name]'s boyfriend."

"you can call me, mikey, sir." mikey smiled at him, glancing up at him in return.

"so, i've heard you're a gang leader." toji began, folding his arms across his chest. "people call you, the invincible mikey."

"yes, i'm the leader of the tokyo manji gang." mikey simply hummed, nodding his head at toji.

"hmm, are you strong?" toji raised a brow, his tone of voice was almost mocking mikey.

you watched your boyfriend stifle a fit of laughter and cheekily smiled at toji's question, still unfazed by him. "not to brag, but yes. more than capable of protecting [name]-chan over here." he gestured at you with his head.

"i like a guy who has spunk. you're pretty bold for a kid, or gang leader you could say." toji shrugged his shoulders, "on that note, i'd like to spar with you."

"you want to spar with me?" mikey questioned to confirm with a raised brow.

toji simply nodded with a grin plastered on his face. "you heard me, kid. i want you to fight me."

"but.. but, dad!" you cried out in attempt to persuade him, but toji simply ruffled your hair.

"don't worry angel, i'll go easy on him." toji said in reassurance, as if that comforted you at all. your biological dad is about to beat up your boyfriend.

"please, don't. you have my full-consent, sir." of course, mikey is not the type to back down. if anything, he was pretty confident in himself. but you? you were deadass sweating bullets.

though both of them do not possess any cursed energies at all, toji has a heavenly restriction. he was capable of pummeling curses just as he was capable of beating up people. toji wasn't called the sorcerer killer during his prime for nothing. on the other hand, you've seen mikey fight before. sure, your boyfriend was quite the prodigy in martial arts, but this toji is what we were talking about. they were still two different worlds.

"can't the three of us just have coffee and dorayaki?"

"we'll do that after, [name]. if your boyfriend survives, that is."

no matter what you did, your biological father and boyfriend were persistent on sparring against each other. so, here you were, stressfully nibbling on your fingernails as you stood from the side, repeatedly exchanging glances at them. your heart dropped when mikey lunged towards toji, flitting his leg upwards for a high roundhouse kick to the temple at blinding speed but as expected, toji was able to block with a simple raised fist.

toji reacted shortly afterward, delivering a series of jabs and hooks which mikey was able to maneuver and evade almost effortlessly, all the while using his legs to retaliate and fight back. your father was stunned. sano manjiro possessed a prodigious physical condition for his age. not only was he capable of launching devastating "nuclear" kicks that could crush cars and deliver instant KOs to enemies, he had lightning fast reflexes too.

the next scene that took place had your jaw dropping. toji and mikey were now fighting in a blur.

what the fuck was going on?! you thought to yourself.

even with your keen eyes, you barely caught up with the exchange of fists and kicks. you were more impressed with mikey, however. you've seen him fight taller and stronger delinquents before, but seeing him go head-to-head against your father was another whole level. you never knew your boyfriend had such fighting prowess. maybe it was just toji going easy on him, but the troubled look on his face says otherwise. your father wasn't holding back.

after what seemed like hours, you forcefully stopped the heated fight between them with your chaos magic since you couldn't stand it anymore. toji and mikey started to get too personal, and you weren't letting either of them get their faces clawed or bones broken. mikey was starting to act like the gang leader that he was and toji was fighting like he was going to kill him. their thoughts were starting to flood and get through your head from how loud they were getting.

fortunately, there weren't any passerbys to witness your red psionics when you put them into play.

"alright, that's quite enough! no more reckless fighting! you two!" you scolded your father and boyfriend with a small glare. the two of them stared at your chaos magic with wonderstruck look as it dissipated into thin air.

"sorry, [name]-chan." mikey first apologized. the terrifying charisma of a delinquent and gang leader had disappeared from mikey and subsided back into a normal, playful, and childish aura instead. "i got lost in the heat of the fight. i have never faced someone like your father before."

"you earned my respect, kid." toji peered down at your boyfriend, finally acknowledging him with a grin and a pat on the head. "you're not too bad yourself."

"you guys were about to kill each other, please don't do that ever again!" you sighed sharply, shaking your head.

both toji and mikey uttered in unison, "me? kill your father? never!" "me? kill your boyfriend? never!"

"oh, yeah? your thoughts says otherwise. i'm not the scarlet witch for nothing." you placed a hand on her hip, pointing at your temple and released a small wisp of red psionics for a brief second.

"i'm just making sure that you boyfriend is true to his words." toji reasoned with you, "what's a guy if he can't protect his girlfriend, huh?"

"i don't need protecting, i can handle myself just fine! gosh, you're just like daddy (gojo). stop babying meee." you whined, causing toji to chuckle and mikey to ruffle your hair affectionately.

"you might be your dad's baby, but you're my baby too. curses, sorcerers or not, i'll always protect you [name]." mikey pulled you to his side, draping an arm around you before pressing a kiss on your temple which made you giggle and smile.

"heh, you're really all grown-up [name]." toji stared at you with a long sigh, shaking his head. "you really take after your mother too. it's always the good girls falling for the bad boys."

"bad boys with a good heart that is." you snickered at toji's comment which made mikey grin as well.

"alright, alright. enough with the sappy moment. let's go to a café you lovebirds, and get some dorayaki and coffee." toji shook his head at the two of you, throwing his thumb behind him. "sounds good?"

"mhm!" you nodded happily as mikey nodded his head excitedly, a bit too excited at the fact there was going to be dorayaki.

you walked side by side with mikey, your hands intertwined with his. toji walked from behind, watching how your and mikey's eyes were filled with so much love and happiness for one another.

it almost made him jealous, but he was just as happy as you are. toji was glad that you found someone who treats you well and gives you the love you deserve. just like what yoji mentioned earlier, you really do take after your mother. you look just like her, you act just like her, and you've even fallen for someone who's a "bad boy".

HOME, SASUKE.

☁︎ warnings; titty play, sucking, biting, hair pulling, finger sucking, bathtub sex, kinda vanilla.

☁︎ mocha’s note; he’s stuck in my brain rn. enjoy. :)

Tease. Seeing that sultry picture you sent to him earlier in the day, while on an important mission might he add, nearly choking as he jumped through bushes in the air has him off the wall. He heard the notification throughout all the heavy gusts of wind and leaves blowing, noticing he received a few images from you, his adorable wife—not so adorable as of lately. Since he’s been gone so long, he’s barely had time to be with you. Feeling bad whenever he had to leave you when duty called, hating that he was such an important character to the Hidden Leaf Village.

When he does make time for you, you’re insatiably horny. And he couldn’t blame you, because he’s the same. Not one for words, so when he walks into your home he’s quick to grope you up and pull you close, mashing his lips with yours and shoving you up or down some sort of object; the couch, the wall, a table, the floor. You’re on his mind all day long, all he can think about. It’s worse for you considering you’re worried for just his safety more than anything, dread filling your chest whenever he had to depart for a few days, sometimes months depending on the situation. Scared he wouldn’t come back as Sasuke Uchiha; the last Uchiha, your husband.

Then there’s just those days where you’re outrageously horny, missing his touch whenever you think of little things, or flashbacks hit, or Hinata and Ino have girl talks with you about their sex lives. It’s frustrating when those needs cannot be tended to when the urge hits. Since you knew he’d be home in two days, you figured you give him something to look forward to. Let him know how much you’ve missed him. Wearing only a white crop top, nipples taut against the fabric, and a skimpy pink butterfly thong. You perched yourself onto the bathroom sink, curly hair in pigtails touching your waist as you angle your phone to take a few photos for your beloved.

missing you. xoxo.

You send them with a mischievous grin, knowing it’ll stun him. As much as Sasuke hated to admit, he was shy. Especially when it came to you. You were always the bold one in the relationship, coming this far now because you made the first move. He hides it a lot, but he’s surely a hopeless romantic. So fond of you he blushes red as a tomato at anything you do. When he saw you naked for the first time and you asked him how you looked, he couldn’t stop stuttering. He’s really cute.

He’s glad he was alone meaning he didn’t have to warn anyone about his rapid disappearance, making his way back to the village and entering his home without so much as a knock to warn you. His pupils are dilated with lust, searching every corner of the home for you like a madman. He finds you upstairs, hears you humming a tune. He’s like a shadow when he appears, equipment off and tall body emerging into the bathroom where you sees you running a bubble bath and arranging hair products.

“Baby,” his voice is deep which makes your skin crawl, yelping and jumping around with a brush in your hand for a weapon. When you see it’s your husband, you’re more confused than excited. Wondering what the hell he was doing home so early. Though your chest did burst with happiness all things aside.

“Sasuke!” You screech, dropping the tool and hopping in his arms, Sasuke staring at your reflection in the mirror, still wearing what you were in those photos. “You’re home!”

“I’m home,” he says, blunt as ever. You level back on your feet after rising on your tiptoes to embrace him, that precious smile of yours making him caress the side of your face endearingly. “Still on my mission, as you know. But I wasn’t going to continue with a hard-on.”

You blow a cherry innocently. “Sorry.”

“You’re not,” you squeak as he backs you up towards the tub, bending down to stop the water before it overflowed. “Let me see what I rushed here for. I don’t have all day.”

This part of him is your favorite, his dominate side. The way he flips like a switch when he’s horny is scary sometimes. But you lived for the thrill. You were more than happy to have him here now, your face hot from the pheromones he exudes, like a drug almost. His dark hair hides most of his face, tall above you and lips pressed into a firm line. That’s your man for sure.

You grab the ends of your shirt and lift it over your head to reveal your braless chest. Sasuke felt like a predator watching you strip, feeling his mouth water with your every movement. Once you were bare, he helped you into the bathtub, moaning soothingly from the warmth of it.

  "Come in, don’t act shy,” you giggle, sitting on your knees as you waited for him to get inside.

  Sasuke began undressing, shrugging his ninja attire and tossing the clothing to the ground. Your eyes ran along his chest and down to his v-line. You lean over the tub, smirking at the bulge in his briefs, Sasuke closing his eyes, almost moaning when you lightly kissed his happy trail while giving him a daunting stare. Hooking your finger on the soft fabric and tugging it down only enough for one side to drop and reveal the thin growth of pubic hair. 

   Biting your lip, you eyed him as he climbed into the tub after fully naked, your hands resting on the bottom of the tub as you crawl to him, Sasuke eyeing you speculatively before your lips pressed against his chest, a moan vibrating in your throat as you darted your tongue out to lick his skin, kisses light as feathers, trailing your way up to his neck before straddling his waist. Sasuke is breathless as you turn his head to gain access to the side of his neck, nipping at the flesh as he groaned and wrapped his broad arms around your backside, bubbles sticking to your bodies, languidly bringing your chest close to his own. 

   "Let me fuck you, baby," he pleaded, your chest tightening as you pulled your face up to stare down at him. "Let me, please."

   You swallow a ball in your throat, his voice soft as you nod your head to permit him. You were ready, been ready for him to do anything he wanted, just something. Your head was fuzzy, Sasuke pressing his palm against the middle of your back to make it arch, breasts swell, and nipples taut in his face as your head knocked back in pleasure, his tongue running over your flesh. Setting his sweet lips on you, he gazes over your body, humming to himself, staring in amazement at how magnificent your body was. He missed you so much.

   "You are so beautiful." He murmured, and you respond with a whimper, merely watching as Sasuke left a trail of wet kisses up your body. His hand came behind your neck to pull your head up, the other groping your breasts, having pretty chocolate areolas and pierced buds. Kissing down your valley, he latched his mouth to one of your nipples, sucking delicately, letting go as he watched it pop back to your chest with a jiggle. 

   He pursed his lips, blinking at you, your chest heaving rapidly as you gulped, body shaking, legs beginning to quiver. He could tell how desperate you were to have him. The feeling was mutual. Fucking your mouth with his tongue, his thumb quickly rubs your pulsating clit under the water, moaning in your mouth as you kissed him back, lips unstoppable. Waves of pleasure flow through your body, your hips moving to grind above his cock, soft whines of frustration turning Sasuke on more than it should have. 

   "Sasuke, please." You pulled at his hair harder, Sasuke groaning. "I need you."

You didn't mean to sound overly needy, but you couldn't help it as your warm eyes brimmed with tears, Sasuke bringing his head up as your free hand gripped his bicep, apprehensive of your crying but he had a hint on why you were. Emotions washing over you from the time you’ve spent apart. You needed him to take the pain away. He witnessed you sniffle, pushing him back so he could gently collide with the edge of the tub and lifting yourself as your wet hands reached to take hold of his cock before shakily pressing his tip against your hole and pushing yourself down. A disgruntled sigh comes from Sasuke as he drops his mouth the same time you do, deliciously wet around him. Muscles clenching. 

   "Shit baby, sit on me." He wheezed, needing himself completely inside you. 

   You obliged to his command with a shudder, eyes gawping at him with desire, puffy lips in the form of an oval, and chest vehement as you sat down on him entirely. Crying at how painfully good he felt. Sasuke used his hands to grip your curvy hips, long fingers sprawled before he pulls you back up, the head of his cock scorching and kissing your hole before delicately slamming you back down, the water around you splashing. He pushed himself deep into your tight heat making you squeal and claw at his back in shock. Sasuke biting his lower lip and groaning quietly. Your body jolted upwards when he pulled out slowly and thrusts back in, screaming and smashing your lips to his for a rushed kiss, ghosting your lips over the each other’s, pausing when your lips barely touched and breathing one another’s air. Fire pooled low in both of your abdomens as their vision fades to black while you rock your hips.

   Both your movements were slow and shallow, making love and showing just how much you both missed being apart, drowning in each other's pleasure. One of his veiny hands reached around you to press onto your back again, bucking his hips up as your body jolts, having enough of the going slow shit and fucking you faster. Your skin slapped against his thighs as he grunted and listened to you whine, cursing under his breath at how good you felt around him. Eventually, his motion sped up, Sasuke moaning with his eyes rolling to the back of his skull as he gripped your flesh harder, greedily rutting his cock up into you, the sound of skin interacting bouncing off the walls. 

   "You feel so good," you gasped, his pace increasing by the second. "So, so good, baby."

   "I know, baby. Move with me." He told you, lifting you so you could hold yourself up with your hands on the edge of the bathtub. Your head hung low as you moved as told, Sasuke thrusting while you dipped your ass down, moaning his name in bliss. A shaky moan came from you once he wrapped your wavy pigtails around his fists and yanks it back, wanting to regain memory of the marks imprinted on your skin by his teeth, tongue, and lips. 

   "I'm gonna cum." You announced weakly.

   Sasuke didn't question how fast your orgasm approached you, only gritting his teeth and hissing before pulling your face straight to his and leaving his lips there, slicking his tongue in your mouth and letting it glide across erotically. Biting your bottom lip, tugging on it, and releasing as he slowed his hips. Growling. 

   Heart thrashing against his chest, he sighed out of his nose, leaning back on the cold metal of the tub and drops a hand to your ass while the other squeezed the flesh of your tits in his rough palm. You situate yourself on him and race to your orgasm, eyelids shut as she placed a hand on his chest. Humming sweetly before parting her lips to take his thumb in her mouth, Sasuke watching, mesmerized by your thick lips wrapping around him and sucking on his thumb, rocking on his cock. 

   "There you go, baby, let it go," Sasuke whispers quietly, voice raspy enough for you to hear.

   When your orgasm approached, you cried out in alarm, grabbing his free hand and holding it for support. Squeezing his hand tighter as it ripped through you like lightning. Breath ragged as your walls clenched around him. You shouted out into thin air, clutching the nape of his neck and riding out your shockwave. 

   "Mm, that’s my girl.” After letting you come down from your high, Sasuke locked a hand around your hot neck, fondling with your ass, pussy still clenching around him. "Can you take more? Can you take my cock?"

   You swallow, throat dry, the intensity in his pupils, voice tempting with euphoria causing the blood in your vessels to boil with ravenousness. "Yes, I can take you."

   "Fuck,” he hissed again, too addicted to the way you felt around him. "You're gonna make me cum, baby."

   "Cum for me, Sasuke."

   "Mm,” he grins at his name being breathlessly whimpered from your exquisite mouth. He only needed a few more pumps before he could come undone, laying his back on the tub once again and keeping your ass in his widespread hands, fucking you slow and deep. Your hands clutch onto his shoulders as you mewl, feeling that spark in his lower abdomen. 

   You lost your breath, foreheads touching. Sasuke’s eyes were droopy and as for yours, completely closed. Your mouth parted as you whimpered his name, your knees aching from straddling him for too long, digging your nails into his skin. 

   "Tell me how much you like it." He licked his bottom lip quickly.

   "So much," you nod, opening your eyes to stare in his, loving how dazed he looked. "Fuck—so much, baby."

   "Yeah? You wanna make me cum?" The gripping on your ass became harder, his cock pushing deeper within you if that was possible. He’s practically kissing your cervix.

   "Fuck yes," you nod vigorously. "I do."

   He moaned, eyes fixating on his dick moving in and out of you, bubbles dissolving but still making your skin appear angelic. You balance yourself on him by placing your hands on his hard chest, hair moving wildly around your face. 

   "Bounce faster." He rasped, listening to your noises melt sweetly as you fucked him as obliged. Sasuke felt his orgasm near, hand almost slapping your cheek as he aggressively cupped the sides of your face. You steady your hips, feeling your stomach coil again knowing your were going to cum again. All of this could’ve never been done alone. This is exactly why you needed him.

   "I love you, baby,” he whispered. 

   "Hmm?" You ask hazily, voice strained. Words weren’t registering with you right now.

   "I. Love. You,” Sasuke repeats slowly for you to comprehend, wanting your reply immediately before he came. The high of it all driving you over the edge, sighing in pleasure as he ran his tongue under your chin. "Miss you, baby. Love you so much.”

   Now you knew what he was saying, and it made you smile tiredly, nodding your head, feeling like it tossed around for hours. "I love you, miss you too.”

   Gasping with a shuddery whine, you came hard around him, clenching and tugging on him, driving him wild. It satisfied Sasuke, dragging out a throaty groan and releasing deep inside, the ball in his throat evident as he threw his head back in ecstasy. You hungrily gave him open-mouthed kisses to ease him, your head laying on his heaving chest, wincing as you raised your body to release him from inside, weakly falling and wrapping your arms around his stomach. He let go of the tub and let his arms fall beside him, taking a moment to calm himself down. He stared at you and saw your eyes were still closed, wetting his lips and grabbing your chin, your lashes disconnecting as they fluttered open to seek his attention. 

   "You okay?"

You hum with a goofy smile. “More than okay.”