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bridgetotheskyyy · 7 months

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Prove it - Hashirama

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Warnings: 18+, pegging (of course lol), hints of body worship, bdsm undertones

A/n: Day 1 complete! Got really fluffy toward the end but how can it not with daddy hashi ❤❤❤

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The bouquet was huge. Tulips nestled with baby's breath mingled with sunflowers and roses the color of the sea at morning's light. Hashirama had uprooted an entire forest to offer these to you. Or, rather, he had grown an entire forest just to uproot it as a gift to you.

Still, you stared deadpanned at the array of flowers, leaned to the side to see Hashirama.

“You can’t be serious.”

Hashirama leaned to the side to shoot you a wide-toothed grin.

“I am!”

You threw your hands up and went back inside. “You can’t possibly think this will make up for all the dinners you’ve missed?”

This would, in fact, be the fifth he had missed in favor of a council meeting. When he had to meet with the other Kage, you let it go; you had to, of course; the shinobi world depended on such diplomacy.

“I don’t.” Hashirama’s tone had turned serious. “It’s just ― Tobirama. You know how he is if I miss anything, even something as serious as a dinner with loved ones comes second! This is only the start. Anything else ― you only have to ask.”

He settled the gigantic bouquet by the front door and followed you to the living room, where you sat, already, on the couch, arms crossed and staring straight ahead. He approached you, knelt by your side. Hashirama planted a reverent kiss to your knee, exposed by how your dress had ridden up your thigh.

“I am yours, (Y/n).”

He trailed kisses up your thigh. He took your arm in his hands, turned it over to expose your inner wrist, where he commenced to plant kisses against the train of your veins, up and up.

After a few seconds of obstinacy, you retrieved your hand to caress his face. “Prove it.”

Hashirama’s eyes widened slightly, surprised by the challenge. Both knees were on the ground now to allow him to kneel farther, until his lips kissed your feet.

“I mean what I say, (Y/n),” he said. “Tell me what you want.”

A devilish thought crossed the moon of your thoughts.

“You know what I want.”

Hashirama stiffened, realization dawning. “B―But, dear, we have guests tonight! The council and my brother are coming to ―”

“Aw.” You dipped your head to coo. “Then we should hurry.”

Hashirama shuddered against your evil.

You chuckled. “It’s up to you, Hashi. You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.”

Hashirama gulped. He bowed his head. “Very well.”

Leader. Hokage. God of Shinobi, even. All the titles your husband had accrued for himself.

But all of them were null and void as he sat on his hands and knees, fully nude as you came to fix yourself behind him, the strap-on tight around your lower half.

You licked your lips, relishing the view before you; Hashirama bucked slightly as your hand roved over his ass cheek, swallowing as he hunched, ready to receive.

“Go easy,” Hashirama said. “Won’t you, (Y/n)?”

“Of course,” You purred, giving his ass a playful smack ― and at the lack of response, you wished you had done so harder. “Remember when I prepped you that one time?”

You took the shaft of your false cock, relieved you had found it so easily and so cheap, and trailed it along the crack of Hashirama’s perfect ass. Despite the state the world was in, somehow strap-ons and dildos were allocated to the necessity category.

You held Hashirama by his hip. He lowered his face in the sheets, long hair training the side of the bed.

“I ―” He swallowed. “I do.”

The twitch of his cock did not go unnoticed.

“I prepped you for hours, if I recall …” You directed the tip up and down the valley of his crack, “accidentally” getting the tip stuck against his puckered hole. “Just the tip, then a little more, in and out … in and out …”

Hashirama clenched the sheets. His torment salivated you, overran your mouth in excitement.

“Beg for me,” You said.

You could see him in your mind’s eye, clenching his teeth, cheeks pink, suppressing his pants ― and you hadn’t even done anything to him yet. The image went right to your clit.

“P ― Please …”

“Louder.” You tapped the tip against his asshole. “Let the whole of the shinobi hear Hashirama Senju beg to be fucked ―”

The sheets ripped in his hold.

“Please! Please, (Y/n)!”

You forced the dildo in, pulling Hashirama toward you.

He released a harsh groan as you sunk into him, until the hilt met his ass. You drew circles over his sun-kissed skin with your thumb as he shuddered under you.

“Tell me when ―”

“Now,” he ordered. “Please. I can take it.”

You smiled. “Thatta boy.”

You experimented with an initial thrust. Hashirama sighed as you found a rhythm, fucking slowly into him each time. You bit your lip to his soft sounds of praise, the “yes yes” and “so goods.” The gentle expletives under his breath. Not for the first time you wished you were strong enough to rock Hashirama’s steady form, but he showed his affinity to wood in even this respect, rooted on his hands and knees where he was.

You angled both hands to his hips to steer you forward and gave your first hard thrust ―

“Aargh!”

Hashirama reached forward for the headboard, taking a chunk out of it upon contact.

You slapped his ass, harder this time.

“Behave!” You ordered as he shivered at your touch.

“I’m sorry,” Hashirama said hastily, breathlessly. “I apologize, please, please, don’t ―”

“I don’t move for boys who don’t behave,” You said, determined to sit dormant inside him.

Hashirama whined, but accepted the punishment. Your fingers ghosted over the stalks of hair on his skin and you stared in delight as goosebumps raised them. You met a strand of his hair and twirled it around your finger.

Moments more, and you began to move again.

“Oh, thank you,” he breathed out, his praise more for the heavens more than you. “Oh ― aargh!”

Your hips slapped into him, skin spanking and reddening between the two of you as you fucked him. You wove a hand around to grasp at his cock ―

Hashirama jolted in surprise. He cried out as you stroked him.

You leaned to run your tongue against the small of his back, bucking harder into him.

“I love you like this,” You said as Hashirama whined at the feel of your warm breath on his skin.

Still, despite your composure, you were not immune to the way the strap-on brushed against your clit, soaped with your slick, the sensation heavenly.

You bit your lip against it as Hashirama bent a head down to bite down on the sheets.

SLAP

He drew in a sharp breath.

“No muffling,” You said, quickening your pace. “I want to hear you, my love.”

Hashirama bent his head forward, groaned as you palmed at his hefty erection. You thumbed his tip and he gave the loveliest, most defeated whisper-moan.

You gasped, your cunt clenching onto nothing. You knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

You stroked him faster as you rolled your hips, surprising the man underneath you with jolting thrusts.

“Aah!” Hashirama bucked into you, meeting one of your thrusts head on.

He twitched in your hand as you mustered the hardest thrusts you could, in search of your climax as much as his. You reached forward with another hand and bundled Hashirama’s hair in your fist for leverage, another throb of pleasure jolting your cunt as Hashirama cried out louder, masculine voice nearly set to an echo against the pristine walls.

“Cum for me, Lord Hokage,” You purred. “Cum on my cock.”

With a magnificent roar, Hashirama spilled into the sheets, staining them white. He ground against your hand, having since released his hair in favor of palming at his ass and muscled thighs. You hummed as you rocked and humped with wild abandon against the strap-on, fucking your clit raw as you fucked into Hashirama.

“Oh, gods!” Hashirama fell forward as you found your orgasm.

Clench, clench, clench. You gave Hashirama a few more parting strokes before pulling out. You disposed of the strap-on with struggling, trembling hands. Once removed, you joined Hashirama on the bed, closing and tightening your legs to enjoy the final thrums of your climax. The poor man had swirls for eyes for seconds more as he panted to recover his breath.

You kissed his shoulder, resuming your habit of drawing invisible patterns into his tawny skin, following the planes of his back.

He turned his head to face you, cracked the eye not planted into the sheets. He smiled at you.

“You’re a goddess,” he said. “You know that?”

You kissed the sharp cliff of his nose before returning his smile. “You could say it more.”

Never one to run out of stamina, Hashirama sat up, roping an arm around you to move you to the top of the bed. He laid you on pillows before kissing your lips, your chin, the line of your jaw, all the way to your ear.

“You’re not really angry with me, are you?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes halfheartedly. “I never was.”

“Wha ―?” Hashirama shot up to see your face, shock coloring his. “Then ―?”

You chuckled. “I just wanted to bait you into this, is all.”

Hashirama shook his head, though his smile was stubborn. “You are a vixen.”

“And you are a man who’s doing his best,” You said, caressing the side of his face. “I know that. If you had a choice, you’d spend more time with me.”

He chuckled and it was a laugh from a man much younger. “Especially after that.”

You cuddled into Hashirama’s side. “So, when do we have to be ready for guests?”

Calm. Wind chimes tinked nearby as Hashirama hummed.

His eyes flew open. They found the clock.

“... Five minutes.”

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hauntedhokage · 1 year

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hi hi! Could I please request hcs for your first time with the Konoha founders (Madara,Hashirama, tobirama?) tyia!!

hi, you certainly can! I totally got carried away with these but i had a lot of fun ~

warnings: written with female reader in mind, sexual content, mentions of potential pregnancy, cock warming,

Madara Uchiha

Madara isn't one for letting people get close, so to be at the point with him where not only you were regularly kissing and close enough that he's asking to go further says a lot.

He basically loves you at this point, even if he hasn't said as much out loud and the question of whether you'll let him go further requires no deeper consideration to have you nodding in the affirmative in the moonlit forest clearing

He's careful as he undresses you, gentle hands pulling at the various ties and buttons keeping your clothing together, his eyes staying on yours to ensure that you remain comfortable under his hands as he moves. It's only when you're undressed that he notices that he's still fully clothed, and sits back to give you the opportunity to see him as he'd gotten to see you.

He's very bashful as you undress him, which is truly out of character for the normally (mostly) collected man - unless he was with you. Madara was still strong and confident, but something in the way you specifically looked at him made him feel that way. It's the love but don't tell him that or else he'll blush

His hands are gentle as they explore your body without the layer of clothing keeping you from him, warm as they hold your breasts while he kisses you.

"Every bit of you is perfection, my dear," he'll compliment as he lies you back, kissing you one last time before he moves to explore the rest of your body with his mouth, gradually getting more comfortable with how you like to be touched.

He's nervous at first, but he is very generous when it comes to oral. He could probably be between your legs like this for hours, since he thoroughly enjoys how sweet you taste to him and the sounds you make for him and him alone while he's licking at your most sensitive spot.

The nerves return when he's sitting up in front of you again, cock in hand and lined up with your entrance. All he has to do is gently push forward, you've already begged asked him to take you finally, but he finds himself pausing as his tip is just barely pressing against your folds. But then he reaches for your hand, and holds it tight in his own as he finally urges forward to work himself into you.

He's painfully careful as he makes love to you, desperate to maintain his self control so he can avoid causing you any pain. Each thrust is calculated and careful, and his eyes stay on yours to make sure that he's actually making you feel good.

When he comes it's inside you mostly by accident, you'd made him feel so good that he wasn't thinking about arguably the most important detail. He hopes you're not upset, but he wouldn't be upset by having his heir conceived in such a setting. If you're not upset, he's able to relax in the grass beside you and pull you close, peppering kisses to your head as the cool night air blows over you both.

Eventually you'd both need to get up and get dressed before someone found you so exposed, but for now he's content to lay there and mumble sweet nothings back and forth.

Hashirama Senju

Oh, Hashirama is a nervous wreck over this. This was a moment he'd been waiting a while for and now it was here and you were sitting naked in front of him as planned and it was almost too much.

He's so worried about whether or not you actually want to have sex with him, if you'll like how he looks? Is his penis the right size? What even was the "right size"? These weren't things he talked about with Madara or his brother, so he feels under prepared for something so important.

Please kiss this man to pull him out of his head, otherwise you'd be sitting there naked all night while he overthinks.

His hands are shaky as he undresses, so giving him a helping hand will help him feel a lot better (and keep him from accidentally tearing something and feeling the need to explain how to the tailor when getting it repaired). Kisses to his chest and stomach as more skin is revealed, keeping your eyes on his as you do to help reassure him that you want to be here as much as he does.

"Relax, Hashirama," you request, taking his hands in his and gently peppering kisses along his knuckles to try and help him relax. "We don't have to if you don't think-" "I WANT TO TAKE THIS STEP WITH YOU!"

He's already hard, cock aching at the sight of your body and feel of your warm skin on his hands. When you bring one of his hands down to your already wet center, he's suddenly much more relaxed as he realizes that you want this too.

His fingers are eager to explore, spreading and stretching you open like he knows he'll need to while indulging in the sweet sounds you make as he pleasures you. He's not intending on making you come, so he's actually surprised when you do just by his fingers.

And when he gets to lay you back, his hand holds yours as he guides himself in. He could come from the sight of your face, contorted in pleasure as he stretched you, but he knows that he couldn't possibly cut this experience short for you.

But as enamored as he is by your face, he can't help but sit back so he can watch himself go in and out of you. There's something hypnotizing about watching his cock disappear inside you, he could sit there and watch forever.

But all things come to end eventually, and when he meets his end it's with his face pressed into your neck, profusely thanking you for providing him with the honor of this intimacy and telling you how much he loved you.

Tobirama Senju

The only one out of this trio that isn't at all nervous. Not at all understating the importance of the first time he's being intimate with you in that way, but it's a natural human occurrence and if you didn't want to take that step with him you wouldn't have let him move his hands further up your skirt. Nor would you have said "yes" when he asked if that was okay.

His kisses are confident as you sit on his lap, one of his hands resting on your thigh under your skirt while the other holds the back of your neck. Every so often he'll give your thigh a squeeze, moving his hand just a bit closer until his fingertips are brushing against the fabric of your underwear.

"Eager, are we?" you tease against his lips, gently nipping at his bottom lip and grinning when he lets out a soft groan. "I'm eager, too."

"You look so pretty on my lap like this, how can I not be?" his counter is accompanied by his fingers hooking into the band of your underwear, gently tugging at them so he could pull them down your legs. He doesn't let them hit the floor, instead pocketing them to keep them clean.

He takes a moment to wet his fingers before his hand goes back up your skirt, pushing your legs apart so he can spread your folds. The contact has your mouth falling open, your head falling against his shoulder as he spreads your wetness that had gathered to your clit.

You hold tight to his shirt as he fingers you; the long, slender digits taking their time in exploring your pussy, his thumb maintaining a constant pressure on your clit. It's when he feels your walls start to tighten around his fingers that he starts to rub small circles around your clit while maintaining that same wonderful pressure.

"Please come for me, my dear, I need you to be ready for me," he requests, his own mouth trailing kisses along your face and neck. Based on your pleasured whimpers and tight grip on his shoulder, he knows you're about to topple over that edge, and he's smiling as he feels your clenching around his three fingers. "That's it, you're so pretty when you're coming on my fingers."

Your skirt and his pants were going to be a mess, but that's not a concern for either of you as he's pulling his cock out of his pants. He's already so hard, and you gently take hold of him as he helps you adjust so you're straddling him on his chair and hovering just above his length.

There's a moment of hesitation, those red eyes meeting yours with a question in them that only you have the answer to. And your answer is given by carefully lowering yourself onto him, keeping your gaze locked on his until you're fully seated on his length.

With his hands on your hips and your hands settled on his shoulders, you both work together to set an easy pace. His goal is to make sure you feel and enjoy every inch of him as he helps you move, and he can tell by the way your walls are fluttering around him that you are very much enjoying what he's giving you.

He's a relatively quiet lover, the sounds that leave him are mostly quiet grunts and maybe a soft groan but nothing too loud. However, he wants you to be as loud as you want to be - let the whole village know that you were quite happily spoken for and well looked after.

His hand will leave your hip in favor of seeking out your clit, wanting to make sure that you find your release before he does. His fingers work against the sensitive bud rapidly, all while urging you to show him how pretty you are when you're coming for him.

And when you do come, your walls clenching rhythmically around his length, he's kissing you to muffle his groan as his hands keep you firmly planted on his lap as he finishes inside you.

He'll lean back in the chair, bringing you to relax in his arms as he works to regulate his breathing once more. Gentle kisses are peppered into your hair and his hands rub your back as he lets himself enjoy this moment with you.

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mortyvongola2-0 · 2 years

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Sacrificed

Pairing: God!Hasirama Senju x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, dirty smut

Word Count: 7.8k

Warnings: afab!reader, rough sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk, oral sex female receiving, creampie, unprotected sex, aphrodisiacs, praise kink, hung Hashirama, overstimulation, cum marking, kind of tentacles, no refractory period, Yandere Hashirama, strong language

A/N: This one took a bit longer than intended, for multiple reasons but I'm glad to finally have it out. I definitely wasn't expecting it to be this much longer than Madara's version but this did have a bit more plot going for it. Not that the plot is really all that important. As far as their personalities go I feel like god Madara would fuck anyone who moves and Hashirama would be too nice to be that way so there had to be a bit more build up.

Another HUGE thank you to the incredible, wonderful, amazing, genius @therantingfangirl for helping me edit and refine this one and for being the bestest of best friends. I really love her, she's an incredible writer, and if you guys liked my Madara Sacrificed then you should check out her Madara mirror fic. Its awesome.

And a huge thank you to all of you for showing Sacrificed so much love! I only hope this one pleases you all just as much!

Without further ado, please enjoy Sacrificed (Forest)

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It was hot that day, the sun boiling and bearing down on you like it intended to kill you. Heh, maybe the sun god is mad at me, you thought, a snicker leaving you at the thought. You didn’t believe in the gods, didn’t need to. And why would you? They hadn’t done anything worth believing in, after all. Your village in particular had an obsession with the god of the forests. He had one large statue in the village center, and another two that guard the entrance to the forest surrounding the village; most people placed their offerings before those specific statues.

You wondered why; it wasn’t like there were any fantastical stories about him that you had heard. As far as you were aware he hadn’t done anything to merit such reverence, though there was the legend of his rivalry with the god of sun, but you didn’t find that particularly interesting either. What did interest you was science, medicine, those sorts of things. The villagers often called you a quack, but they did it endearingly. Afterall, without you, there would be no one to tend to the wounded. The original clinician had retired as soon as he thought you were good enough to take over. And you were damn good.

Be it morning or night, you catered to anyone in need, only closing the clinic two days a week but still making exceptions for emergencies. On days where you closed the clinic you went into the forest and nearby mountain to gather herbs for medicine. You loved the forest and all it had to offer. If you could spend all of your time there, you would. You took a deep, relaxing breath in and released it with ease.

“Woah!” You fell, your hands and knees hitting the ground first. There was a mild sting, and you clicked your tongue in annoyance. After standing and brushing the dirt off, you turned to see what your foot had gotten caught on. It looked to be a root, a long one that came from the direction you knew to be a small lake. “The end of a root,” you muttered to yourself. It looked unique and thin, odd for the flora you knew to grow here. “Hmm,” you scratched at the side of your head as you contemplated what to do. “Well, no harm in checking, right? Maybe its something I can use.”

Following the roots trail, you noticed more roots, almost identical in size and color. They all seemed to be from the same plant. “This has got to be one big tree,” you muttered. You picked up your pace, running in your eagerness to sate your curiosity. “How have I not seen it before?”

The sound of the lake reached your ears and when you finally saw the clear waters you paused to catch your breath. As you attempted to refill your lungs, you glanced around for any odd-looking plants, big ones, but the only unusual thing you saw was a large bundle of those roots. Carefully, still a bit out of breath, you made your way over to said roots. “How does this happen?” You crouched down to try and get a look at it from all angles. It looked almost like a cocoon. Puzzled, you stood back up and placed your hands on your hips. “Should I cut some of it?”

You reached into your satchel and pulled out the hunting knife you had for cutting tough plants and in the rare instance of wild animal attacks. “Sorry, I’ll only cut a little,” you apologized to the plant as you knelt and began to cut out a small section of the roots. They were tough, taking quite a bit of effort to saw through, but you were finally able to break off a length that was satisfactory. It oozed a golden sap, almost the same consistency as blood. It was a bit off putting. You glanced back at the hole you had created only to be completely taken aback. “Is that a hand,” you exclaimed. You reached in and touched the tan hand; it was large and dwarfed yours, but it was cold. You gasped, “A dead body?”

Thankfully you were able to manipulate the hand enough to reach the wrist and feel for a pulse. Your heart pounded in your chest. Please be a pulse, please be a pulse, please, please, plea- there it was. A weak but still there thud against your fingers. “I’m going to get you out of there, just hold on.”

Letting go of the hand, you began to hack away at the roots, adrenaline fueling you. You were going to save them, you had to. Your role as a caregiver wouldn’t let you abandon this task. It took a lot out of you, and you were covered in the strange golden sap by the time you were done, but you had made a hole large enough to drag the man out. He was also covered in the golden sap, and it almost looked like it was leaking from the wounds he was covered in. His long black hair was matted and caked, his masculine face bruised, and his jaw misaligned. As you struggled to drag him out of the roots more and more injuries began to show themselves. “Shit,” you grunted with effort. You usually weren’t one to curse. “Shit, shit, shit!”

You felt a bit overwhelmed, definitely under prepared. You had some of herbs that you had collected earlier, your eyes looked back and forth for a vessel to use to mix the medicine and make a paste. “I’m sorry sir, I’m going to have to undress you. I hope you understand,” you told him. You began with his armor; it was unlike any armor you’d seen before. A warrior maybe? It was strong and well made. Great, some rich guy. After his armor was removed, albeit not intact, you looked around to try and get a better idea of his wounds, however that golden sap wasn’t giving you a clear idea.

Picking the knife back up you began to tear through his black shirt. His chest was in as bad shape as his face, but that golden sap had soaked through to his skin. You tore the left sleeve off your shirt and made sure he was in a comfortable position before quickly walking up to the lake and soaking the impromptu cloth. “I will save you,” you promised, more to yourself than anyone else.

As the sun began to set you were finally finished with his first aide treatment. You sat with your back leaned against a tree trunk and his head resting in your lap as the adrenaline finally wore off. With your eyes closed you sighed and carded your fingers through his hair, attempting to untangle the matts and twigs in it. “I’m sorry if this is a bit too intimate for you,” you whispered to the unconscious man. “But I have nothing better to do while we wait for the village’s watchmen to come and find us.”

His black tresses gave way to your fingers easily, and the action reminded you of how your mother used to comb her fingers through your own hair. You smiled softly and began to sing the same tune that she had taught you. The birds chirped and everything was peaceful for a moment, but as the sun went down the horizon you grew concerned about the dangers the forest had to offer at night. “You have such a lovely voice.”

You jolted in surprise and looked down at the man you’d just spent hours bringing from the brink of death. He shouldn’t be conscious yet, let alone smiling up at you so carefree. “You,” you began, hesitant. “How are you-“

“I’m a fast healer,” he cut you off, and even began to sit up. You panicked.

“No! Don’t sit up!”

“Why? I’m fine,” he said easily. He pulled off some of the bandages you had placed on his chest, the bandages were made from torn pieces of your dress. The man glanced down curiously at the goo that coated the cloth and brought it to his nose. “Mm, echinacea, excellent idea.”

You were completely dumbfounded. The cuts along his chest now just mere bruises and closed scars. “How is that possible?” He let out a laugh, lighthearted. He turned back to face you, his dark eyes full of life and mirth. Heat began to creep up from your neck to your ears. He was so handsome, even covered in dirt, golden sap, and half-assed bandages. His smile was arm and one of his big hands reached out and caressed your cheek gently. “What are you?”

“I’m Hashirama,” he responded softly. “And you?”

Before you could tell him your name, it was shouted. You turned to look in the direction of the voices, Hashirama’s hand still connected with your cheek. The watchmen, you thought. As you opened your mouth to respond to your fellow villagers, that warm hand moved to cover your mouth; you looked back at him, fright contorting your face. Using his other hand he placed a single finger to his lips, signaling for you to remain silent. “Wait until I leave, then you may go.”

Was he a rogue of some sort? You nodded your head; his smile was a bit more strained. “Don’t tell them you saw me.”

He removed his palm from your lips and stood to his full height, he offered a hand to help you up as well. Hashirama was tall and broad, much larger than you. As you stood you watched him warily and he gave a small wave. “Goodbye for now,” he said before jumping up, high up, and away. You were left stunned and confused.

A few weeks later found you back in the forest, humming along as you collected your weekly supply of herbs. Since that incident, you hadn’t seen hide nor tail of Hashirama. It was a shame really, despite his oddities and unexplained origins you found yourself rather attracted to his toned muscles and bright smile. Unconsciously, you smiled just thinking about him.

You had kept some of the cut ruts and golden sap for analyses but hadn’t found anything that would explain what you saw. The only thing you had discovered was that the golden sap had reactions that were identical to blood. It congealed over time but stayed liquid with the assistance of specific herbs. The similarities in consistency had been one of the first things you noticed. It both scared and intrigued you. You wondered what type of plants bled? Were there other trees that had the same golden sap? Maybe I should go back and- “Oh! It’s you again!”

“Ah!” You jumped, Hashirama’s deep voice startling you. He was squatting down in front of you, blinking at your startled face like he wasn’t the reason for it. “Hashirama,” you started softly. Had you been so focused on your thoughts that you hadn’t noticed him?

“You remembered my name,” he said excitedly.

“Of course I did. How many strange men do you think I meet in the woods?”

He placed a hand to his chin and acted like he was giving it some thought. “Maybe two?”

“No, only you,” you responded dryly.

“Ah,” he responded, a sultry smirk molding his full lips. His voice seemed a touch deeper as he said, “I’m honored.”

Your face felt hot, and you looked away from him and back to the plants in front of you. His looks are dangerous, you thought. “Who are you, really?”

“I told you, I’m Hashirama.”

“You’re not going to tell me anymore, are you?” You paused, giving him time to respond. When he didn’t you sighed and looked back at him warily. “Will you at least tell me if you’re some kind of criminal?”

“And if I am? Will you turn me in?” A tease.

“Yes,” you said back with a huff. “I could use the money.”

“Oh,” he muttered, his entire continence crumbling. His head was down between his knees, which had been brought up to his chest, even the air around him seemed to exude sadness. You stared at him for a few seconds before laughter began to bubble through you. He looks like a pouting kid! He sniffled and sunk further into his depressed position. “And now you’re laughing at me.”

“Sorry, sorry!” You giggled uncontrollably, one of your hands at your mouth while the other you placed on his tanned hand. “I won’t turn you in, don’t worry.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.” With that he sprung back up, bright smile back; that only made you laugh harder.

Every week after that you’d continue your trips to the forest, and every time he’d find you. It became a routine, your time with him full of laughter and learning. Hashirama knew so much about plants and medicine, he told you things that you had never heard of, let alone thought to try. He told you what worked best for illness, what worked best for injury, herbs to strengthen constitution, and so much more. He was an untapped wealth of knowledge and you hung on his every word.

He seemed just as excited to see you as you did him every time the two of you met. He’d ask you mundane questions, like how you grew up and the things you liked. Hashirama seemed rather impressed when you told him about your position as the village clinician. He understood the weight your position as a woman carried, and it was almost inevitable that you’d develop feelings for him. And the more time you spent with him the deeper your feelings went.

You had invited Hashirama to stay in the village with you, many times, but he refused. It hurt a bit, though your head knew the difference your heart treated it like he was rejecting you. You had no idea how he felt about you, other than he liked to talk with you. He never gave any inclination about reciprocating your feelings and the longer you spent with him the more that stung. Should I give up? You thought. He’s just some wanted criminal anyway, right? I should just move on and marry someone from the village. But then you’d see him, his large smile causing crinkles under his eyes, his warm hands squeezing yours tightly as he led you excitedly to some new tree, and all your resolve to forget about him would crumble.

“Is something wrong?”

“No,” you responded, not quite meeting his dark eyes. He was swimming in the lake. The man was trying to kill you, you were sure. His torso bare, the water making his momohiki cling to his lower body, his dark hair stuck to his face, neck, and back. Definitely trying to kill me. You gulped and began to look at some of the lake’s smooth stones. “I just have a lot on my mind.”

“Hm,” he tilted his head to the side, leaning on a rock close to the edge of the water. “If you’re willing to talk, I’ll listen.”

If only I could. Another sigh escaped you before you formed an idea. Maybe? “Well, lately I’ve had a few men try to court me.”

“Oh?”

“They’re not ideal, but I am passed marriageable age. I’m wondering if I should accept them or not.” Your heart pounded in your chest. Would he take the bait? You chanced a glance in his direction, but he was still smiling, it looked a bit smaller, a bit tighter, but other than that there was no difference. Your heart sunk. Right, you thought. How could I be so stupid.

Four weeks after that meeting, and things had begun to change in the village. There was a large increase in sick villagers visiting your clinic. You were so busy you hadn’t had the chance to see Hashirama since then. Many were beginning to show signs of malnutrition, especially the children. “Wasn’t our harvest good? What’s changed?”

“We haven’t been able to hunt in weeks, and our crops have all but died,” the village leader responded. You looked at him, puzzled.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s the god of the forests,” another elder suggested. “He’s angry with us, we must placate him immediately.”

“Shall we give him more offerings?” Another asked.

You clenched your fists. “Enough with the gods, we need to do something about this quickly.”

“We will give our food reserves to the children first,” the leader decided. “And if this continues the women will come next. If we continue to lack in supplies, I will contact other villages for help.”

But the food shortage continued, and you hardly had enough supplies to feed yourself, let alone your patients. You began to chew on appetite suppressing plants to push past the hunger. “Make way! We have wounded!”

You ran out of your clinic, toward the commotion. Four of the village’s best hunters lay incapacitated, carried toward you by their injured companions. “What happened?”

“It’s the forest,” one called, a look of terror on his face. “It attacked us as we tried to get in!”

The other villagers began to whisper, “If we can’t hunt then we’re doomed!”, “What have we done to offend the gods so?”, “What do we do now?”.

Shit, you thought, leaf hanging from your lips. What can we do?

Everything was starting to fall apart. You had gone to the forest entrance to see what the hunters were talking about, and just like they said the trees pushed their branches together to force you from getting in. You tried another not so public entrance and met the same resistance. One of the trees had even cut your shoulder. “Shit,” you muttered under your breath. You were low on supplies, low on food, and Hashirama was still in the forest as far as you knew. You couldn’t imagine he’d be better off. “Hashirama,” you called out into the trees. “Please be okay.”

When the situation seemed dire, the village leader ordered a meeting. With all in attendance, he claimed to have a solution to all the suffering. “We will offer our gracious deity a sacrifice,” he announced. “A sacrifice of flesh and blood. One of our own.”

Outrage began to spill from the villagers’ lips. How can we stoop so low? “Silence,” called an elder. “At dusk we will give our offering. This will bring everything back to how it should be.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Please don’t choose my daughter, please not my daughter!”

“Can’t we just leave for another village?”

“You’re asking for too much!”

But the ones in charge weren’t listening to any of the back talk. The village leader’s eyes met yours, and a chill went down your spine. His gaze lingered a bit too long for your liking before he looked away. “Everyone go home and stay there, we will get the sacrifice when its time. While you wait, pray. That is all that can be done now.”

As soon as you got back to your home you began to pace. You had a sinking feeling that you were the one that was about to be sacrificed. But that would be ridiculous, you were the village’s only healer. Getting rid of you would bring far more harm than good. But your mind kept going back to that stare, to the way the village leader’s eyes held yours is if he was sorry, like you were some creature to be pitied. A swift knock at your door all but confirmed your suspicions, and when you opened the door, you felt like throwing up.

“We’re sorry dear,” said the leader’s wife. The two women beside her kept their heads down as if ashamed. “But we’ve come to prepare you for the sacrifice.”

“Shit,” came your breathless reply.

All three were the wives of the heads of the village, all three kind souls who had wanted nothing but the best for you growing up. Your heart pounded as they took their time in grooming you. They bathed you in warmed water, poured expensive oils onto your skin, combed your hair, and decorated it with gold decorations made to look like flowers, and painted your lips with red dyes. The clothing they dressed you in could hardly be called clothing. The material was expensive and white, but sheer. The top stopped just below your breasts and the bottoms were a skirt that showed much more than it covered. “No wrappings?” You asked, hoping against hope for some coverage. They shook their heads.

“Before we go dear, please, eat this.”

“But this is-“ Ginseng, and in this context it was hard not remember its aphrodisiacal qualities. The eldest woman just placed her hand on your shoulder, her face only displayed pity. You ate the ginseng without another word. It tasted different from normal ginseng, it could’ve been your hunger talking, but it tasted much, much, sweeter; like the sweetness would melt you from the inside. A band of gold was placed around your waist and sandals of a similar color were placed on your feet with care.

“Alright,” the eldest said, a dour look on her face. “That’s everything,” she paused and pressed her lips together. She approached you, leaned on her tip toes, and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. You felt like you wanted to cry. “Please, come back safely.”

The bitterness of betrayal settled on your tongue. Come back? You thought, the idea of it giving you mixed feelings. After being abandoned like this would I even want to come back?

Like a funeral procession, the village leader’s and their wives, were all silent with grave faces as they lead you to the main entrance to the forest. You looked up at the two statues, their faces eroded by time, and suddenly they felt a lot more foreboding. You didn’t believe in the gods, but you do know that something strange was going on in those woods. Would it even let you in this time?

As the trees seemed to part their branches to allow your entry, you began to form a plan. I’ll find Hashirama and we’ll run away, you nodded to yourself. Find Hashirama, run away, easy as that. It’ll be fine. You took a sharp breath in as you saw the state of the woods. It had been once been so bright, with animals and insects making constant noise, but at that moment all you heard was the wind rustling leaves. The flora looked so wilted, like they were on the brink of death. “Please, accept our humble offering,” the leader said. They all bowed, and you felt like you were on a precipice.

No matter what you did, your next step would change everything. If you ran back into the village, even if the villagers didn’t become upset with you, they were still doomed without food and medicine; if you stepped into the forest that you used to make you feel at ease, there was no telling what would happen. You squeezed your eyes shut; your heart felt like it was being split in two. The best choice is probably to just run away. But there he was again, his overly cheerful smile flashing through your mind, and a sigh left your lips as you made up your mind. “Always coming to your rescue,” you muttered, beginning to walk forward.

The path was different, the sky was dark, the trees had blocked the entrance behind you. Everything about this made your skin crawl. You had no idea what part of the forest you had been led to, but you could see the shadow of a manmade structure. As you approached, rain began to fall. It drizzled at first, gave you a minute to look at the odd building before you had to run inside due to a downpour.

It looked to be a forgotten temple of sorts. A large building covered in vines and weeds that were decaying with the rest of the woods. The walls and columns which you believed to once be pristine and white were dyed yellow with wear and hunks of stone missing. The inside was largely the same, though there were two large skylights which you were sure were beautiful with moonlight, but they also allowed the downpour to follow you inside. Between the two skylights in the center of the room was a raised table, a large decorative throne a ways behind it and against the backwall. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you walked toward the throne what little clothing you were wearing was soaked through and clung to your skin, it embarrassed you how visible your breasts were.

“Well, this is just great,” you grumbled, pulling the golden decorations from your wet hair. You placed them on a raised table at the rooms center. The rain continued to pour, and you stared down at puddles on the floor you’d have to walk through. “Whoever designed this place really wasn’t thinking.”

There were no visible decorations, only visible distress. How long has this been here? You wondered if it was as old as the village itself. The water had ruined the lovely sandals you wore so you took them off and placed them beside the throne, your bare feet made audible smacks as they walked through the water. After brushing off some dust and vines, not very well, you sat on the throne.

“You’re here!”

You perked up at that voice, its’ baritone echoing even over the sounds of the downpour. “Hashirama,” you called back and stood. “Thank the gods you’re alive.”

“Of course I am,” he responded as he made his approach. The man looked the same as he always did, which was both relieving and distressing. It had been over a month of starvation, illness, and injury for your village, and yet he didn’t show any visible signs of suffering the same ailments. “I am suffering though.”

“Really?” You met him halfway and placed your hands on his face, clinician mindset taking over. His smile softened as he closed his eyes and nodded. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you,” his tone was teasing. “How could I not suffer?”

“Don’t joke around like that.”

“But I’m serious.” Hashirama wrapped his warm hands around your still wet forearms. You tilted your head to the side. How had you not noticed he was dry? “Not being able to see you was upsetting.”

You had forgotten your state of dress until you watched his eyes look you up and down, his pupils dilated in obvious arousal, and you had to look away. In attempts to cover yourself, you tried to pull your hands away from his face but his grip on your arms was too strong. “Please,” you pleaded, keeping your gaze at his chest to avoid watching those dark eyes devour you. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Why?” Hashirama pulled you closer, he brought your left wrist up to his lips and began to kiss a slow trail down your arm. “You look mouthwatering.”

Weakly you tried to pull away, but it was more of an instinct than anything. His attentions were what you had craved for almost as long as you knew him. Your breath hiccupped as he nibbled at your pulse, his other arm reached behind you to circle the gold band on your waist. “How could I resist such a beautiful offering?”

“Offering?” Your eyelashes fluttered, partially distracted by the tan hand that had began to creep toward your rear. “What do you mean?”

He pressed you further to him, his body almost flush against yours. Your torso was leaned back, reluctant to let your sensitive breasts rub against his armored chest. “Your village offered you to me in order to regain access to the forest.”

You furrowed your brow. “They said that I was a sacrifice for their imaginary forest god.”

Hashirama lifted his lips from your skin to look back at you with a pout. “I’m not imaginary.”

A beat, then two, then three, before your brain finally began working again. Your voice was hesitant, a bit strained as you asked, “What?”

He blinked at you a few times before his eyes widened in surprise, “You didn’t know? But I told you when we first met.”

“No, you didn’t,” you retorted, your nerves building, not quite sure how to handle the new information.

“I told you my name.”

“Yeah, but that was it. You said Hashirama, not Hashirama god of the forests!”

“The village you come from has been loyal to me for centuries.” The black-haired man seemed to refocus on your body, he placed the arm he had been showing affection on over his shoulders and moved both hands to grab your ass. You yelped and wrapped your legs around his hips, he held you up with ease. “A god’s name is an invaluable part of the teachings. I am the only one allowed to be called Hashirama.”

Closing your eyes, you thought back to when you were younger and tried to remember ever hearing that name, but your mind quickly went blank as he leaned his head forward and began to place sloppy kisses against your neck. The movement caused your skirt to raise up, bearing your sex against his clothed erection. A gasp tore through you. “Ah, you’re driving me mad.”

Your brain tried to rationalize it, alright even if he has the title it doesn’t mean he’s actually a god. Hashirama licked a stripe along the column of your neck, and you shivered, your hands gripped at his shoulders before moving to wrap around his neck and comb through his hair. “I still don’t believe in the gods,” you muttered breathlessly, his hands tightened their grip on the flesh of your ass.

He straightened his neck and smirked at you. His dark eyes filled with lust and confidence. A strange texture brushed against your legs before gripping your ankles with immense strength. You clung to Hashirama’s neck like your life depended on it, “W-What is that?”

“Relax,” he shushed you. The things began to pull your legs apart, removing them from his hips. Similar things wrapped around your wrists, but these you could see. They looked almost like vines, but with a more wooden texture, like the roots that he had been wrapped in the day you met. As the roots began to remove your arms from his neck you looked at him in a panic, he shushed you gently. The roots at your ankles rose you as the ones on your wrists suspended you, your arms above your head. He took your chin in his hand gently and whispered, “They’re apart of me, there’s no need to worry.”

His plush lips pressed against yours and you groaned. His tongue immediately sought entrance and you obliged. You moaned as he slid it against yours, he allowed you to take the lead after that. With ease he allowed your tongue to explore his mouth, he tasted like herbs, fresh and crisp with a hint of bitterness. Hashirama’s hands moved along your body, ghost like touches all along your frame. The tips of his index fingers pressed against your clothed nipples before he rubbed them in circular motions.

A grunt left your mouth and he swallowed it. Your nipples pebbled under his touch, and he began to palm at the full weight of your breasts as he pulled away. “Your breasts are so perfect,” he groaned. The roots on your ankles began to spread your legs further apart and he brought his thigh up to place against your heated core. “So pretty, spread and at my mercy. I’ve wanted to have you like this since I first laid eyes on you.”

The roots around your raised wrists pushed you down and onto his thick thigh. You ground down on it unconsciously, the promise of stimulation too great to resist. “Are you getting impatient, dear? Sorry, I’ll take better care of you.”

Hashirama ripped the wet cloth from your breasts, the fabric tattered as it fell open and hung by its sleeves. That had startled you. He began sucking and licking at your neck again, making sure to nibble at the places that made your breath hitch. His right hand continued to tease your breast. That left hand, though, began to trail downward. It fiddled with the golden band, “I like it, like a handle,” he muttered against your skin. Handle?! His left hand finally reached your thigh and began to creep inward toward your wet sex. The body heat from his hand brought anticipation with it. He gently touched your outer labia, his thigh moving away for a moment, you let out a soft moan.

His deft fingers began to spread one side of your outer lips and then the roots pulled you back down to his thigh. You squeaked. The friction was more intense, the cloth rubbing against your clit almost painfully. “Ha-Hashirama,” you panted. The dark-haired man kissed his way to your neglected breast and flicked the hardened nipple with his tongue. Another flick, again, only after you whined did he wrap his lips around the abused fresh and you almost sighed in relief.

Another root seemed to make its way up your leg and slipped between your slick folds and the forest god’s thigh. “Ah! Too much,” you cried, the feeling of the root alien to you. It was very textured, groves and abnormal lumps, a tapered tip, and you could feel every bit of it. It slid against you, your fluids more than enough to give it easy passage. The tip pressed against your already throbbing bud with each thrust forward, and his thigh only pushed it further against you.

You wished you could grab a hold of him, dig your nails into his tanned flesh as he made you cum in such an abnormal way. The knot in your stomach tightened, his mouth switched breasts, and his right hand gripped your hip and began to make you rock against the assault on your sex. “That’s it, pretty thing, let go. Soak my thigh,” he said after he pulled away from your skin, his voice deep and a bit hoarse. One more hit from that tapered root tip and you were coming undone, groaning as you did so.

“That’s a good girl,” he praised, the roots began to lower you, his hands coming up to take you from them gently. “Do you think you can go over to that table there? I’ll be right behind you.”

“Uh-huh,” you nodded, your legs felt like jelly. He chuckled and kissed your forehead before giving you a push in that direction. You stumbled but righted yourself and slowly made your way. The table was wet from the rain that had seemed to stop, it was cold, but you wanted to sit down. The table was slippery, your hair decorations still rested on the edge, the moist chill of the stone felt like a balm against your recovering sex. But you weren’t ready to be done and as you watched Hashirama’s naked form approach you, you clenched your thighs.

He was gorgeous, you had always thought so. The warm color of his, the toned muscles along his arms and pecks, even his abs were well defined. Your eyes drank in the sharp v of his hips as it led into a patch of curly black and a rather generous erection. His cock was long and thick with a delicious curve. Hashirama seemed rather proud of your attentions. His approach was slow with and with intention, when he reached you, he placed his arms on either side of you before his lips fell to yours once again.

This kiss was different, slower, but his twitching cock gave away his excitement. It was strange if you thought about it, you were being extremely intimate with a god, who’s abilities you doubted until he literally all but fucked you with them, and who you hadn’t believed in until the tryst began. But there was no time to think with his tongue back in your mouth and moving toward your throat. Your arousal drove you as you began to run your hands through his hair, down his back- he shivered at your light scratches. His hands moved, one rubbing the gold band again and the other boldly touching at your soaked folds. His pecks had the perfect amount of firmness, you liked squeezing them, and his abs quivered under your touch.

He broke the kiss again, his hand retreating from the apex of your thighs, you would have been embarrassed by the sticky trail that followed his fingers if Hashirama hadn’t looked so pleased. “Can I taste you?” You thought he meant his fingers, so you nodded, but when he knelt and spread your knees you were glad that hadn’t been what he meant.

The dark-haired man licked one long stripe along your lower lips before pushing your legs further apart to lap at your entrance. It felt like heaven. His tongue moved in opposite manners, started bottom to top then on the next lap it was top to bottom. He kissed your clit before sucking on it, your hips bucked automatically. His fingers came back and began to rub that bundle of nerves after his lips left it in favor of tonguing at your entrance. Your fingers went to his head, gripping his long tresses with urgency as you began to wholeheartedly ride his face. Hashirama groaned as you did, his tongue wriggling against your walls and driving you to the edge of sanity.

“Ha-Hashi,” you finish, your voice raising in pitch as your orgasm approached yet again. His fingers began to rub your clit faster, going back and forth as opposed to the circular motions they originally were. The noises that were coming from his mouth were debauched. He was groaning and moaning, almost as much as you were, his vigor like that of a man starved. Your fingers tightened in his hair, you would have worried that you were pulling too hard had your peak not hit you. “Mmm,” you whined, your eyes tearing up. Your hips kept moving, as did his tongue and fingers, and you rode out your orgasm until it hurt.

“Stop,” you begged softly. “Please, please, no more.”

He pulled away slowly, like he would go in for more at any moment. His chest heaved and his chin was covered in your slick. “You taste divine,” he told you, he looked as if he was the one who had reached his peak. “I don’t think I could ever tire of your taste.” The man stood back to his full height and began to position himself between your thighs. “Like the sweetest honey, haha, I’ll probably crave it again very soon. But unfortunately, I don’t think I can wait any longer.” You felt his tip begin to stretch your opening and you squeezed your eyes shut, but he didn’t move any further. “Tell me that you’re mine.”

“I am,” you nodded, your eyes opened once again. “I am yours.”

“That you’ll stay with me here, in the forest.”

“Stay in the forest?” You struggled to not give in, to not go along with everything just to feel more of him.

“That’s right, with me, forever,” Hashirama confirmed, his own breathing labored and arms shaking with restraint. “Say it.”

As you opened your mouth to respond he slid just a bit more inside and you groaned. “Yes,” you grunted, desperate in your need for more. More of him, inside you, enveloping you, more. “Yes, I’ll stay.”

He groaned and pushed in slowly. “Good,” he grunted. It felt like you were being split open, your mouth open in a silent gasp. He continued to push in, slow and steady, until he bottomed out and you could feel him in the deepest parts of you. His glans touched your cervix and your toes curled.

It was torturous, he hadn’t moved. You wanted him hard and fast, like he was going to break you in half, but when he pulled his hips back it was slow and methodical, like he wanted you to feel every inch drag against your walls, and oh did you. His hips snapped into yours and suddenly you were stuffed full again. You buried your face in his neck. “You feel so good, the way you rub and squeeze me, it makes me want nothing more than to pump you full of cum.”

With every snap inside, your sensitive breasts jostled against his chest and with every slow drag out you bit into his shoulder. “What’s wrong pretty?” You couldn’t tell if he was teasing or if he meant it. “If you need something you have to ask for it.”

He felt so good, but the slow methodical drag almost hurt. The stimulation was intense, like an itch that needed to be scratched. But it was still so good, you felt so full when he thrust inside and so empty as he took himself away. You felt a keening whine beginning in the back of your throat. You needed him faster.

“Please,” your fingernails began to dig into his back.

“Please what?” Another excruciatingly slow drag out.

“Hashirama, faster please,” you exclaimed. “Harder, please, fuck me until I can’t walk straight just- more please!”

He placed one hand on the back of your head and the other on your waist. “There’s a good girl, so pretty when you beg.” His hips began a brutal pace, his chest rumbled with his groans, his eyes closed as he also began to feel the pleasurable friction of his speed. “Such a good girl,” he said in a staccato, timing it with his thrusts. “Do you think anyone else could take my cock as well as you? You’re so special, so perfect.”

His words made your insides tingle, a pleasant sensation that began to build with your peak. You couldn’t help but gasp every time he hit your cervix. The sound of his aching balls smacking against your ass echoed against the stone walls, the mix of your combined sounds furthering your ecstasy. He moved your face to his and kissed you once again, your third climax of the evening crashing through you.

Your walls squeezed around him, and he groaned into your mouth as you began to milk him. He came as well, and the warmth of his seed made you gasp. Hashirama continued to pump himself into you until you began to feel overstimulated, until all spurts of his hot sperm had finished. He pulled out, his semen immediately began to trickle out of you, but instead of having a softened member, as was typical, he was still fully erect. You blinked up at him in surprise.

A chuckle left him, and he backed away for a moment, one of his hands reached between your legs to collect your combined fluids before he began to rub them along your skin. He rubbed it onto your breasts, your stomach, along the gold band, and the fat of your thigh. “Get on all fours on the table, pretty.” You scrambled to obey.

The hardness of the stone put pressure on your knees, but that pain flew to the back of your mind as you felt his hand move up your back to between your shoulder blades and his own pressure begin to push you down. With your face down and your ass in the air you shivered. Hashirama rubbed the flesh of your right cheek before giving it a light smack, not hard enough to hurt but enough to make your body move. “This is my favorite view. Your ass up, your hole on display and dripping with my cum. Nothing makes me harder.”

He entered you again, his pace fast and merciless. You almost missed the slow and tortuous one he had begun with. The new angle was almost too much, he hit your gspot and a sharp whine left you whenever he did. You thought your eyes might cross from the pleasure. “Touch yourself,” he panted. “Rub your clit for me.”

Eager to obey, you shakily reached a hand down and began to rub your abused clit. Tears stung your eyes; it was almost too much. It hurt but it also felt so good. “You look so pretty wrapped around my cock. I can’t imagine anyone would fit you better. No one could make you feel as good. Only me!”

“Ha,” you swallowed, your saliva thick in your throat. You were already at your peak again. It would have to be the last one, the pleasure was already more than you could handle. “Hashirama, I can’t, I,” you whined, loudly. It was too much, it felt too different. Something above the average orgasm was coming. “I can’t.”

“You can,” he told you, his own voice strained as he felt your walls begin to twitch around him. “Go on, cum on my cock again.”

You rubbed your clit a little harder and after two more thrusts of his godly member and you came for the fourth time. It felt like rapture. A loud gasp tore through you, and you could feel the gush of fluid leave you. He kept going, you kept coming. It seemed like there would be no end to the high and it made you want to sob. Too much of a good thing. “Such a good girl, you sprayed all over me,” he whispered and licked a stripe down your back, his own hips began to stutter. “Just a bit more.”

One more thrust, then two, then three, and he was pulling out. You felt the warmth of his cum hit your back and he trailed it down to your ass. When he was finished, you were both panting, his hand already rubbing his spend along your skin. In a more labored version of his disheartened voice he announced, “Ahh, I want to cover you in more cum.”

You began to shake your head, throat dry and sore from overusing your voice. There was no way you could take another round, your thighs were still trembling, blood still thrumming. “Don’t shake your head,” he tsked. His hair began to tickle your sides and you felt him press his over warm cheek against your hip. Hashirama placed a gentle kiss on your pelvic bone and put an open palm against your lower belly. “You can relax for now, after all, we have plenty of time for me to continue marking you,” there was his cheery lilt.

You heard it before you saw it, the plants beginning to move and cover the exists, even going so far as to block out any human sized hole in the skylights that could be used to crawl out of. A nervous shiver wracked your spine and goosebumps began to crawl along your skin as he licked a trail up your side from your raised hip. “After all, you said you’d be here with me forever.”

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Hi its a different anon from the others who sent the jealous ex bfs but do you think you can do one for hashirama, tobirama, and obito?

Take your time ofc and make sure to take care of yourself💖

Jealous Ex Bfs Pt 3 ☾ Naruto NSFW Headcanons

⚘ hashirama, tobirama, obito x fem!reader

a/n: high af rn. lol. enjoy peeople sorry its been a lil over a week ahh!! anon u are also v sweet and i hope u all are taking care of yourselves too! part 1 and part 2 found there,,, also i made a taglist! go check my pinned post to be tagged in dis juicy shi

warnings: NSFW (minors do not interact), rough sex, degradation kink, praise kink, dub con ish, choking, oral m receiving, cream pie, daddy kink

hashirama

first hokage,,, cough cough, very powerful man,,, brings you into his office after hearing whispers about you with a new guy.. he basically knows everything

holds a smirk on his face the entire time he's speaking to you

"so this is how this is gonna be, huh y/n?"

faces your back against his stomach and presses his crotch into your ass,, then bends you down and gently thrusts his hips

"that's right, be a good girl and bend over"

"you're not allowed to be bent over in front of anyone but daddy, understand?"

fucks you from behind harshly, watching his dick enter in and out of your cunt in awe

"oh fuck, squeeze around my cock, yeah"

grabs your hair around his fist and pulls harshly so you arch your back more

"arch your back, do it for daddy"

cums inside you and tells you that you were always his, nobody else's

tobirama

ohhhh fuck,, lord second, aka tobirama, ahem aka the most jealous person you will meet

shows up at your house unannounced just to confront you about this "guy" he's been hearing about

"are you fucking serious?" he'd say in a stern but calm tone, not showing any facial expressions the entire time

grabs your waist, holding his lips only inches away from yours

"do you need to be punished to remember that i own you?"-- "tobi, we aren't together anymore"-- "uh uh,, shhhh"

proceeds to slide his finger in your mouth slowly, letting you suck on it as you look up at him

"get on your knees. now."

throat fucks you harshly until there's tears falling from your eyes and you're begging him to stop

cums all over your face and in your mouth like the 'good girl' you are

fucks you in missionary after while his hand chokes your neck

"my little slut, you're mine"

obito

sees you out in public with a guy and basically snatches you from him and takes you to his house

locks you in his room and rests you on his bed to lie down as he towers over you now

"naughty girl, why wasn't i aware you were out being a slut?"

"don't you remember how good my cock felt? don't you miss that?"

undresses you so you're all naked for him and makes you bend over on his bed

proceeds to slap your ass roughly, making you count out loud for each slap as he turns your ass red

"say it louder. i can't hear you."

"has my slut been a good girl? does she need her reward now?"

puts you on your stomach and spreads your legs as he inserts his cock

rubs your clit while fucking you and makes you squirt all over his cock before cumming deep inside your cunt

"that's right, baby, nobody else will make you squirt like me"

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veroniquesboutique · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 11 - Sensory Deprivation/Role Reversal

For Kinktober day 11!

Hashirama Senju x gn!Reader

Content warnings: gender-neutral reader, manipulation, sensory deprivation, bondage, choking, cumming untouched, hands-free, established relationship

18+ Minors DNI!

More under the cut!

The feeling of the grass slowly growing and stretching up to tickle your toes will never stop surprising you. As you sit in his lap in this field the two of you tend to find yourself in, you lean yourself into his chest and breath in the earthy, mossy smell that feels like home radiating off of him. The only thing interrupting the sound of your shared breathing is the babbling creek cutting through the field, and it is all comforting despite the chaos of life outside of these moments. With your hand caressing his cheek softly, you press your face into the crook of his neck, trying to get yourself as close to him as possible. He laughs softly at your squirming, wrapping his arms around your body and keeping you tight against him.

“Are you sure?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper but loud and close enough for it to echo off his skin. He chuckles again, twisting a strand of your hair between his fingers.

“I’m just saying that I think it would be interesting,” he muses, tilting his head to let his body envelope you whole.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then don’t?” It feels so obvious to him. That you can control yourself enough because of how dearly you love him. And honestly, how could he be wrong?

And your own use of the word love always freezes the churning in your stomach. Your moments with Hashirama were few and far between, private, tense with the knowledge that you two probably shouldn’t be as friendly as you are. Of course, that hasn’t stopped you from becoming friends, the best of friends, from blurring the lines of friendship as your hands and lips explored each other’s bodies in this exact same field. Now it feels like a universal truth that you cannot be together as much as it feels like a universal truth that you cannot live without him, and it’s awful when you think about it for too long, and the only time you’re not thinking about it is when you’re wrapped up in him, all of him surrounding all of you and keeping you from the harshness of the world you live in.

You’re brought back to the moment by the sound of snapping in your face. “You disappeared on me for a moment,” He laughs, and it vibrates your whole body with the warmth of joy that you can only feel when he’s with you.

“I’m just trying to predict every way I could kill you to mitigate it…or use it to my advantage,” You offer back, your deadpan as playful as you can get, and it makes him smile because he knows you’re trying to match his energy.

“It’ll take a lot to kill me, so give it your best shot,” he challenges, and you can’t help but smile at him.

Continued on AO3...

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queenuchiha89 · 2 months

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moumouton4 · 1 year

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delirious-donna · 2 years

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NSFW Alphabet [Hashirama Senju]

Masterlist

B - Body Part

Hands.

It has to be his hands.

The founder of Konohagakure is famed for his use of hand seals and his overall prowess as arguably, the most powerful Shinobi of all time.

He devoted an inordinate amount of time to training and developing his skills throughout his upbringing, despite wishing to see an age of peace and prosperity within the harsh reality of the Shinobi world.

Hashirama is not a boastful man, he is warm and compassionate with his motivations clear to all who know him. To him, his hands are useful twofold; one as a way to fight and defend what he holds dearest in the world and two to offer out as a way of showing friendship and hoping to resolve differences without the need for conflict.

Your husband has such an enormous heart when it comes to the welfare of his friends, family and in a larger sense, the entire world.

In a more intimate manner, he likes his hands as these are what hold you tight each and every night. The fingers that slide through your silken hair, graze along your jaw and press against your lips.

Hashirama adores linking fingers with you, often waking in the mornings with your hands entwined much like the rest of your limbs. He worships you with the gentle touch of his roughened pads, chuckling as you gasp when they brush against your sensitive nipples or dip into the hollow of your belly button.

Yes, Hashi really likes his hands - a lot.

I - Intimacy

Intimacy is certainly not lacking in your marriage. Hashirama may be the Hokage with a huge amount of responsibilities on his plate, but he always makes time for you.

You are his ultimate addiction, and he never plans on breaking the habit.

There are days when his hours are long, too much work to allow for him to slip home to you at a reasonable hour. Hashi is tired, weary from the troubles of the village and the surrounding areas but the minute he spies you eagerly waiting for him, his exhaustion lifts.

Your welcoming smile, the arms that wrap around his neck and the sweet kisses you press to his cheeks are invigorating - in both body and soul.

He often forgoes a proper breakfast in favour of revelling in your embrace. Twisting in the cotton sheets as he wrestles playfully with you, tickling at your ribs as you try to wriggle out of his reach. Your sweet laughter is music to his ears and it sets him up for a long day better than any nutritious breakfast ever could.

Of course, his brother chastises him for this foolishness. Especially when he crashes at 10am, in desperate need of a caffeine boost but it’s worth it in his eyes.

Your dear Hashi has a way with words, always has, and he never fails to say exactly what you need to hear in any given moment.

Feeling insecure about your body?

“Look at how radiant you are this fine morning, my dear. I could spend an age worshipping every inch of you, will you let me?”

His eyebrows waggle suggestively, and you can’t help but grin and agree with a shy nod of your head.

Holding hands. Soft kisses. Lingering touches. Endless hugs. Hashirama indulges in it all, he wants to give you the world - a peace filled world.

K - Kink

The First Hokage loves, and I cannot stress this enough, loves to overstimulate you. He has very soft Dom vibes and this plays into this role, big time.

It always starts with you sitting on his face, his arms wrapped tightly around your thighs to keep you exactly where he wants you. You'll brace your hands behind you on his toned abs, the nails curving into his honeyed skin whenever he suckles your puffy clit, which is often.

His nose nudging against the hood of your clit, rubbing from side to side whilst his tongue flickers a path along your slick folds. His hair looks like a dark chestnut halo on the stark white pillow and he'll groan against your sensitive cunt sending the vibrations to resonate deep inside.

Hashirama will force orgasm after orgasm from your sweet little cunt, he simply cannot get enough of your intoxicating nectar. Waiting until your thighs are trembling, tears pricking your eyes as you try to move away from his possessive mouth.

He lets you leave, releasing his grip to watch you fall back on the bed, panting and totally delirious from his actions, but it is all a rouse. He hasn't tired of making out with your pussy yet.

"Hashi, please," you whimper as he spreads your thighs, pinning them to the mattress as he takes his first long slurp of your flowing juices. His lips pull gently at your lower lips, making you keen and whimper as the coils of overstimulation only increase in fervour.

"But you taste so good, my dear one."

You'll have suffered through endless orgasms before he strokes himself to the sight of your puffy lips and clit, painting your mound and tummy with his sticky seed.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?"

W - Wild Card

It was a little-known fact that your husband liked to gamble, and he was pretty good at it too - surprisingly.

Perhaps it was the disarmingly kind smile that he often wore, it lulled people into a false sense of security and superiority, surely someone this smiley and warm couldn't be the biggest bluffer going.

But he was.

That was until it came to playing against you. It was foolish of him to think you would not be able to see through all of his tells in a heartbeat. He was your man and you knew him inside out, he couldn't hide from you, but he still tried in these rare instances.

You never played for money and it was a good thing too, or Hashirama would be utterly penniless by now.

Strip poker was the favoured game with the winner granted one boon to use at any point in the foreseeable future.

Your dark-haired husband sat on the floor, his shoulders slouched forward and his torso entirely bare. He was down to his boxers and you were yet to have removed even your blouse.

He pouts at you as if this alone would mean you give him an ounce of mercy. Where was his mercy when you were begging him to let you rest between orgasms the other night?

"Something to say Hashi?"

Placing his cards down on the mat between you, he crawls towards you with a sultry look in his dark eyes. Pulling you into an embrace where his silky hair curtains around you, enveloping you in his earthy scent that you adore so much.

"How about we stop now, huh? I can think of better things we could be doing?"

Soft open-mouthed kisses grace the side of your neck, his teeth nipping at your pulse point as you lean back to grant him wider access.

"Such a sore loser, my dear husband. Admit that I have won and I'll indulge you," you coo back at him with fluttering lashes and a wicked smirk on your lips.

You hear the growl, but ignore it in favour of quirking your eyebrow at him.

"Fine," he huffs, "you win."

You throw away your hand of cards, sending them flying in every direction as your arms wrap around his neck, kissing him soundly.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?"

He scowls at your mimicking words but is distracted as your blouse follows the scattered cards as you toss it over your head.

"Now, come here my dear husband."

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suvidrache · 9 months

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NSFW Alphabet - Hashirama

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 439 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version

A: Aftercare - What they're like after sex?

- Will get you anything that you need and clean you up.

B: Body Part - Their favorite part of themselves/you?

- His arms, your legs.

C: Cum - Taste, texture, etc?

- Slightly salty with an opaque color.

D: Dirty Secret

- He gets himself off in your lingerie when you aren't there. Of course, he will either wash the clothes or pretend like nothing happened to them.

E: Experience - How much experience do they have?

- Lots, he has 3 kids from a previous partner.

F: Favorite Position

- Lotus, Missionary, Doggy style.

G: Goofy - How are they: serious, funny, etc?

- Will make jokes and laugh at times to ease the tension. He doesn't want it to be uncomfortable or too serious.

H: Hair - Shaved, not shaved, color?

- Trimmed, black.

I: Intimacy - How are they romantically?

- Very romantic. He tries his best to make you happy. He will also leave marks on accident.

J: Jack Off - How often do they masturbate?

- Once or twice, when you've been gone a while.

K: Kink - Their kinks?

- Breeding, playing with his hair, light scratching.

L: Location - Favorite place(s) to do it?

- The bedroom. He doesn't really want his sex life to be public.

M: Motivation - What gets them into it?

- Lingerie, teasing touches.

N: No - Will not do/turns them off?

- Threesome, public places.

O: Oral - Giving, receiving, skill?

- Loves receiving and giving equally. Very skilled.

P: Pace - Fast, rough, slow, etc?

- Slow and hard but will adjust to how you want.

Q: Quickie - How often?

- Whenever he can get a chance.

R: Risk - Willing to take risks/experiment?

- It depends on what they are. He isn't much of a risk taker, but as long as it isn't dangerous or causes harm.

S: Stamina - How long/many rounds can they go?

- 2-3, for about 40 minutes.

T: Toys - Do they have any/will they use them?

- Only if you want to use them. He doesn't own any himself. However, he'd be willing to try them.

U: Unfair - How much do they tease?

- A little, at times, but mostly loves pleasing you.

V: Volume - How loud are they?

- A little loud, but not much. He would rather hear your noises.

W: Wild Card - Something random?

- Would love to do it in Madara's house, but would never suggest or tell you.

X: X-Ray - Size, appearance, etc?

- 6½, noticeable veins. Slight curve to the right, a slightly lighter tip, cut.

Y: Yearning - How high is their sex drive?

- Nothing too high or too low. He takes what he can.

Z: ZZZ - How quickly do they fall asleep?

- As soon as you do.

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dolliestfairy · 10 months

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TW: Smut, Fluff, Breeding, Praising, Size Kink (?) lmk if i miss anything. Chubby Reader Fics with No Skintone of Reader Mentioned.

-Dividers from @v6que

can you imagine having a husband or boyfriend who is a farmer boy? like he's all buff, beefy, and strong and stuff.. and every time he gets home and opens the door, one thing he always does is that he will always look for you first, then he will carry you up to his room, and fucked you for the rest of the day. he's a boy who always fucked you like you're some kind of whore of his, but he somehow -- praise you like a princess. he use his dick to get you to your place, but on the other hand he also use his words to make your heart flutter by saying how good you're doing for him, how you're his woman, and how are you, sooner or later, that you will for sure, will gave births to his 'mini me'. and by the end of the day, you're gonna be nothing but his Pretty Woman.

🍡

one of the things about a farmer boy that i really like to thoughts about is the fact that since he's (so) beef and buffy, he really like to just carry you, scooping you, and bump you into his shoulder while his hand leaning on your back, ignoring your whining and protest about how you're a heavy woman and that you've also beg him to let you down while he was just saying "oh come on baby,, its not that bad. i promise i'll gave you a sweet treats."

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iambilliejeanok · 2 years

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Okay hear me out Madara eating reader out and Hashirama fingering reader's backdoor with both men whispering dirty words and fucking them till morning? It's okay to ignore this if this is too intense ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Warnings: 18+, overstimulation, dacryphilia, mild somno, it’s just a lot going on in here.

Yeah anon this one was too intense fr.😩

A low moan rang through your throat as the warm water massaged your back in the shower, the pressure perfect enough to put you to sleep. You needed to be quick so you could go and enjoy some rest, grabbing your loofah and body wash to begin scrubbing yourself. Lathering the loofa with your favourite cherry scented soap, the running water and exhaustion distracted you from the noises your husbands made as they entered the house, back from parking the yacht and dealing with all the fish you caught. Madara was obsessed with canning and drying foods after all, so after Hashirama escorted you back to the villa, he returned to help Madara with all the fish.

Even as the shower door opened, you didn’t hear Hashirama open it, but you felt a cool breeze hitting your back, opening your eyes only slightly, to see where it came from, only for them to widen in surprise. “Hashi?”, you said, too tired to be bothered by the smell of fish coming off of him. “You don’t mind if I join you dear?”, he asked, “No, that’s fine, close the door it’s cold!”, you whined. Hashirama was tired too, but not too tired to love you, wrapping his arms around you from behind, taking the loofah from your hands. “I know you’re tired, let me wash you”, he said, already lifting your arm up to start scrubbing. “Hashi, you’re so sweet”, you said, your voice low. Leaning against his chest, you simply let him wash you, closing your eyes and sinking further into him, Hashirama making small conversation to keep you from falling asleep.

The door opened again and in came Madara, who also smelled like fish, but it didn’t even matter to you, you just wanted peace as Hashirama began working on your chest. Coming around the two of you to stand in front you, he smiled at you, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Hey baby”, you drawled, reaching your free hand out to place it on his chest. “Hey sleepy head”, he smiled, trying not to distract himself with your chest area, Hashirama scrubbing your breasts with the utmost care, hypnotized by your hardened nipple, that got too much attention from the loofah, the soap studs decorating them prettily. Licking his bottom lip, Madara was also hypnotized by the two pretty, brown buds Hashirama getting carried away, tweaking one of them while he repeatedly washed the other, like a broken robot. You on the other end, were still tired, not noticing the pause since you were beginning to doze off. Being married to such kind men meant that you had the luxury to fall asleep right here and now and you’d wake up clean and cuddled up with them sometimes later on.

“I’ll get the lower half”, Madara said, his voice husky and his dick semi hard after staring at Hashirama working your nipples. “Sure”, was all Hashirama said, Madara taking the loofah out of his hand and kneeling down on one knee, he got to work, scrubbing your tummy, your thighs and legs, moving a little fast so you could all get out of here. Placing your foot back down, he stood up to rinse the loofah, hanging back on the hook before squeezing some of your feminine wash on his hand. Rubbing his hands together to get the soap spread out, he saw your thighs were together again. Hashirama gently pushed his knee between your legs, spreading your thighs open for you, Madara cupping your pussy, carefully lathering the soap in between your folds, making sure your entire vulva was covered before he began rinsing, Hashirama still tweaking your nips, totally losing himself in placing kisses and nibbling your neck.

Opening your eyes, you were not surprised to see Madara on his knees infront of you, his head dangerously close to your puss. The shower was so steamy, and you were so tired, already overstimulated by the situation, shifting to get out of Hashiramas hold. “Relax love, you’re exhausted, let us take care of you”, Hashirama softly spoke in your ear, his voice an erotic whisper, deep and smooth as it played it your ear, and you began to feel that overwhelming sense of safety, “Okay”, you nodded, relaxing into his chest again. “Madara, the soap please”, Hashirama requested, Madara standing up to squeeze a little bit in his hand, Hashirama rubbing them together before he wrapped an arm around your waist, Madara spreading your cheeks apart for Hashirama to gently rub the soap in between, getting you all cleaned up like you trusted them too.

The water felt amazing, but now your body felt heavy and the pressure of it and you longed for your bed. “Hashi, I’m tired”, you whined, both your husbands looking at one another, communicating something you didn’t understand. “Hey!”, you whined again, lightly hitting Madara’s chest, “I need sleep!”, you complained, Madara cupping your cheek with his palm, leaning in to place a sweet kiss on your lips. “Yes baby, we’re almost done okay”, he cooed, two more kisses for both your cheeks and one for your forehead before he got to washing himself, Hashirama giving you over to him so he could have his turn washing.

You couldn’t hold back the soft whimpers escaping your lips, Madara and Hashirama got too sidetracked while moisturizing you, now giving you a full body massage. While Madara worked wonders on your lower half, squeezing and rubbing you from your ass and going down to your feet, Hashirama focused on your shoulders and back, you felt so good you weren’t sure you still existed, but even as relaxed and as tired as you were, arousal still crept up on you, your coochie growing wet and you weren’t sure why. Flipping you over, the divine treatment continued, Hashirama excited to massage your breasts, starting from your tummy and working his way up, finally reaching his favorite part of your body, selfishly grabbing both of your mounds in his large hands, his eyes focused on your nipples as he kneaded them, teasing himself a little by staying away from your nipples. Madara on the other hand, slowly massaged your thighs, dipping his hands between them to massage your inner thighs, moving far too close to your pussy, your arousal dramatically increasing as he applied the right amount of pressure on a spot very close to your pussy, making you bite your lip to stifle a louder moan. Hashirama began tweaking your nipples again, his mouth watering as he played with them, denying himself the chance to latch onto one, waiting for Madara to make the first move.

As Madara massaged you, he could now smell your arousal, noticing a bit of the sticky slick on the back knuckles that “accidentally”, grazed your cooch. Just like Hashirama, Madara loved taking advantage of you while you were asleep, looking at Hashirama, silently communicating to flip you back into your tummy. “You wanna play around a little?”, Madara asked, that evil smirk on his lips making Hashirama smirk too. “Yeah, why not”, he said, carefully moving to kneel beside you, Madara on his knees beside you, your face sinking into the soft covers, sleep seducing you all the more. “Shhhh sweetheart, we’ll be gentle I promise”, Hashirama softly whispered in your ear as he adjusted you to sit up on your knees, Madara laying on his back, grabbing your thigh and lifting it so he could squeeze in between them and now you were seated on his face, Hashirama caressing your body as he kept your upright with his arm, softly squeezing and rubbing your ass. “Oh god”, you moaned, gasping when you felt Madara separated your folds, exposing your clit, his breath hot against the vulnerable pink bud. “Baby, we promise we won’t take too long okay? Can you be my good little girl and work with us please?”, he asked ever so sweetly, carefully pushing you so you rested on your hands, (at this point you’re in all fours, sitting on Madara’s face while Hashirama is assisting right next to you) bringing his hands between your legs to pull your clitoral hood up while Madara speared your folds. You were perfectly exposed, already moaning with the way they touched you, so hot and ready for them you wanted to cry, grinding your hips down onto your hubby’s face in hopes of receiving some much needed relief and yes, your needs were met, Madara waisting no time in latching on to your clit, softly sucking it, forcing you to bite your lip hard, before you softly cried, oh so close to coming. “Babbyyy”, you whine, your whimpers stuttering as he continued to suck, flicking his tongue against it before sucking again. You gripped the covers, shutting your eyes tight and moaning repeatedly as Madara devoured you. Hashirama could no longer resist, using his free hand to rub your ass, squeezing before slipping his finger’s covered in massage oil in between, massaging your anus. Your moans grew louder and you began jerking your hips, a sign that you were close, Hashirama using this opportunity to dip his thumb inside, biting his lip at the tightness, imagining this around his dick, doubting if he’d be able to settle for simply fingering you tonight. “Mmm, yes baby”, Hashirama moaned, focused on how he worked his thumb into your tight asshole, which only grew tighter to a point where he couldn’t move it as you quickly reached your climax, Madara burying his tongue inside your warm vagina, greedily tongue fucking you as you squeezed his tongue through your orgasm. Your thighs slightly trembling, the orgasm intense like it usually was, neither one of them ceasing any of their actions as you tried to catch your breath, Madara withdrawing his tongue from your pussy and spreading your lips to start sucking on your clit again, a scream ripping from your throat from how amazing he was making you feel, the thumb in your ass intensifying your pleasure as Hashirama began picking up the pace, burying two of his long fingers inside of your pussy, his other hand still holding your clitoral hood back for Madara to have more access to your clit, you arms failing you, your body falling into the bed. Hashiramas placed a hand around your neck, pulling you to sit straight up this time, both your hands gripping his forearm hard as he began fingering your ass and pussy at the same time, and you couldn’t even scream with his hand restricting your airflow. All you could do was cry in gargled whimpers, writhing around as Madara focused on sucking the life out of you, his hands now on your hips, holding you still.

“Ahhhhhh!!!!! Hashiiii!!!”, you screamed, your next orgasm explosive your eyes rolling so hard it hurt, your entire body shivering as you tried to handle the pleasure, Hashirama’s fingers being pushed out as you squirted hard across the bed and all over Madara’s face and hair, but did that stop him from his cruel actions? His mouth and tongue still torturing you. You’d long accepted that you were going to have to just cum for them. It’s something they made sure you understood everytime they put their hands on you.

“P-pleeaaase!!!”, you cried as you felt Hashirama’s fingers plunge inside of you again, your pussy and your ass stuffed. “Pleeassse I’m b-begg—oh my gaaaaaahhhh!!!!”, you tried to speak, screaming through gritted teeth, spit falling from you lips, down your chin and onto Hashirama’s hand. “Hush baby, did we say you could speak?”, he softly asked, licking up the trail of spit on your chin and sucking on your lip, his fingers moving fast as another orgasm quickly crashed onto you. You felt that your clit would explode, gripping Madara’s hair so hard even Hashirama heard him grunt loudly. You didn’t realize how hard you were yanking on his hair, your brain barely able to register anything but the constant stimulation. Hashirama scooped you off of him, wasting no time in rolling onto his back, easily manhandling your now weak and numb body into a full Nelson right ontop of him. You wanted to cry so bad, but you knew that Madara wouldn’t ignore it, but what else could you do? You should’ve expected this. They always ask for a nibble only to end up eating the entire cookie.

“Fuck, I guess we’re wrecking her tonight?”, Madara chuckled , biting his lip at the sight of your pussy spread so wide open for him. He could do all kinds of things to your juicy, puffy pussy while Hashirama fucks your tight ass. “I can’t help myself, get me the oil”, he spoke , his voice having dropped a couple of octaves. “Sure thing”, Madara said, quickly reaching for it. The oil was still nice and warm as Madara held the bottle over your pussy, slowly dripping the oil right onto your clit, watching it run down your pussy and to your ass crack. He then poured a little in his hands, rubbing them together and gripping Hashirama’s fully erect dick, not gentle at all in the way that he knew he’d like, massaging the tall, thick shaft, biting his lip at the precum that dripped onto his fist. Hashirama’s toes began to curl, Madara just knew how to fuck with him. “Fuck, Madara enough”, he growled, digging his heel into the bed at the intense pleasure costing through him, Madara now fondling his balls, squeezing them nice with the perfect amount of pressure, Hashirama letting out a deep and long groan. “What’s the matter? I’m trying to prep you, sit still”, Madara reproached, now massaging Hashiramas dick with one hand, his other hand now prepping you. “Such a pretty little pussy you have baby”, Madara drawled, massaging your swollen clit with the pad of his fingers, getting the oil all over you. Hashirama knew there was no getting out of this, he knew just how much of a dominant prick Madara could be, and if he was in Madara’s shoes, he’d probably do the same. “Fuck Madara, stop!“, he groaned, his voice deep even as he whined and moaned, digging his fingers into your thighs and kicking his heels into the bed. He knew he’d probably have to just endure this, and try not to cum before he got to sheath himself inside of you. “I’m not done prepping, take it”, Madara spat right back, your feet kicking the air and your toes spreading open and curling as Madara massaged you, the slow and lazy way he moved his fingers just have to be the end of you. “Baby p-pleeaasse!”, you managed to beg, “Please what?”, Madara asked, suddenly plunging two of his fingers inside of you, his middle and index finger, facing upwards, all the way to his knuckles, and you screamed beautifully for him your legs now shivering. Another orgasm threatening to violently possess you once again.

“I said please what? Ask your daddy politely for what you want”, he spoke, but you couldn’t answer him, not with how he curled his fingers to stroke your gspot, keeping at a steady pace, enjoying the whimpers and cries coming from both his partners…mostly from you, but Hashirama was barely holding on, his eyes shut tight and beads of sweat forming on his forehead from how much effort he put into refraining from coming. Just when you thought you’d get to enjoy yet another blissful orgasm, he withdrew his fingers, now attempting to the push the same fingers in your ass. “b-baby!!! I can’t!!!”, you cried, barely making sense in your speech, stuttering and whimpering as he pushed his finger in deeper and deeper, until it was fully inside of you. He immediately set to a fast pace, and you came undone, squirting hard all over your hubbies, “Hashirama, go ahead”, he spoke above your screams, quickly pulling his finger out of you to rub on your clit, “Aww baby, let it all out, fuck, look at this pretty pussy making such a mess, good girl baby, keep squirting for your daddy”, he praised, as Hashirama began to sink inside of you, your rectum squeezing him so hard it hurt, but he was far too horny to stop, the pain only tempting him to cum, but he told himself he wouldn’t cum until he got to fuck your little asshole for a minute. “Baby, your so tight, you’re going to make me come. You want daddy to fill you up with his cum?”, Hashirama asked through gritted teeth, trying to contain himself while he spoke. “Uhhuuuh!!!”, was all you respond with, your brain half conscious as you tried to keep up with them. You loved lasting throughout the entire session but sometimes it proved to be a bit of a challenge for you. And tonight was one of those challenges.

He was just barely halfway inside of you, but considering his size, he usually just fucked you like this whenever he wanted you from behind, this was better than nothing. Madara sat back on his heels, playing with himself just as rough as he was with Hashirama earlier, edging himself off just once before he decided he wouldn’t be able to last any longer. He only did this to himself and Hashirama so they would both nut quick to spare you. He was only thinking of you, hypnotized by how you shivered, screamed and cried. What an angel…he thought

When he saw Hashirama had a good pace, he decided to join, hovering over you to lined himself with your sloppy pussy, unintentionally thrusting into you harder and faster than he wanted, earning a good mixture of a scream and a grunt. You were so tight, he immediately corrected himself, slowing down as he continued to fuck you at an agonizingly steady pace. Having one of them fuck you was always overwhelming, but two of them at the same time, you surely wouldn’t feel bad for passing out. “Aaahhhh, fuck, I’m sorry baby, is this better, when I fuck you nice and slow? I know you love it when I go deep and hard”, he seductively spoke, placing a few kisses on your sweaty face, emphasizing the words “deep and hard” with a mind numbing, hard thrust of his hips, hitting your cervix you immediately came, you were so brain dead you couldn’t even scream, just drooling, gritting your teeth, rolling your eyes, kicking your feet and making all these grunts and whimpers.

“Awww it’s alright baby”, Madara comforted you, his heart exploding with so much love for you. You were so cute.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay”, Hashirama said at the same time, both of them praising you as you fully surrendered.

Madara couldn’t help but pick up the pace, Hashirama following suit, as Hashirama thrusted into you, Madara pulled out, and when Hashriama pulled back, Madara went all the way in. “My sweet angel, gonna fill up both of your holes”, Hashirama moaned. “Fuck yes, stuff you until you’re nice and full, and you’ll have all of our babies right?”, Madara added. Who knew that such an innocent day would end with such a chaotic night. You definitely wouldn’t be able to move tomorrow.

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