Mito’s thumb stays in the divot of his chin as she speaks, it’s distracting, “how long have you been in love with your enemy?”
Mito’s thumb stays in the divot of his chin as she speaks, it’s distracting, “how long have you been in love with your enemy?”
“Love is a strong word, princess,” Kakuzu growls low in his throat as he squeezes Mito’s hips so hard he can feel the softness of her give way to the strength beneath. He crowds in close enough to smell Hashirama’s scent on her hair; his taste on her breath. “It’s going to take a lot more than a pardon and a few good fucks to bridge that gap.”
"I see."
She smiles—soft and serene—but this flavor of sweetness isn’t for him, not yet. Her eyes linger over his shoulder and Kakuzu knows to brace himself to take the hot line of Hashirama's weight for them both. In his distraction, Mito slides the light press of her thumb down his chin and ghosts her fingertips along his neck where the racing beat of his hearts tells the truth his lips won't.
For the 'Leave the first sentence of a fic in my askbox and i will write the next five' prompt meme!
HashiKakuMito for the post-it note on the fridge?! <3
Here it is!! Thanks for asking for these three! It is... so much fluff 😅 and again, much more than three sentences. I hope you enjoy!
Kakuzu would often roll his eyes whenever he saw the post-it-notes stuck to the front of the refrigerator. Small, pastel squares of paper in a multitude of hues that usually only had a heart, or maybe a flower, drawn on them.
Sometimes a quick ‘Have a Nice Day!’ was scrawled across it with an overly cheerful happy face. Sometimes there was an apology for a misunderstanding or argument, or a simple ‘I Love You.’
But it didn’t take long and soon he found himself looking forward to them, little notes left by Hashirama, or Mito, often times both, to remind each other that they were all loved.
Kinktober Day 7: Spanking
Pairing: Hashirama x Kakuzu x Mito
Rating: E
A/n: Omg, this is such a FUN pairing!!!!!
It’s a strangely charmed life Kakuzu has been thrust into. Never once had he imagined that all of his training, all of the unnatural experimentation forced upon his body would lead to...whatever this is.
“Harder if you please,” Mito orders.
Her chin is light on his shoulder, her breath soft. Kakuzu has come to find that’s not the only softness housed beneath her veil of stoicism—a privilege he still doesn’t understand, but far be it for him to refuse riches freely offered.
“And what did he do this time?” he asks, voice a lazy drawl even as his threads strike with unerring precision. Hashirama—lying across his lap on the tatami mats with hakama and fundoshi gathered around his ankles—screams sweeter than a bounty. Even his copper complexion can’t hide the welts growing hot and angry across his buttocks.
Pretty bastard.
“Nothing at all. Consider this preemptive,” Mito answers without inflection. She kisses his neck and only there can Kakuzu feel the hidden smile on her lips.
Glorious bitch.
This playacting is all for her husband, their husband, which again, is strange beyond telling. The fabled God of Shinobi is a wolf cowled in the guise of a sheep and not afraid to take what he wants. Kakuzu learned that fact firsthand after his failed assassination attempt, then by being on the opposite end of a successful rescue mission from Takigakure. Kidnapping, technically. He can’t fathom why people are comfortable having a leader so dangerously convinced of his own righteousness, but he doesn’t care enough to ask.
Konoha is wealthy and their Hokage can fuck for days. That’s good enough for Kakuzu. Second chances are worth their weight in gold, he’s found.
He looks down at the arch of a proud spine, sweat-slick and bowed under the sting of his threads. Chestnut hair clings to Hashirama’s shoulders and back in tendrils very much like his own. It’s an aesthetically pleasing image, but not one of Kakuzu’s favorites. That will come later when he splits this mythological man wide up against the wall and fucks him with five hearts’ worth of stamina.
Mito likes to watch when he does that. Sometimes she’ll get a step stool and test those hearts’ resolve by pegging him with a mokuton strap-on at the same time. It’s cute. Satisfying.
Kakuzu can feel his face split into a nightmare grin at the thought. Not a bad life he has here.
“You want him bloody?” he grunts, eager to get to better things.
“This is a lesson, not a punishment,” Mito sighs like a dream. “Be firm, but kind to our dear husband. He works so hard for us. I would hate to see him suffer unnecessarily.”
That wasn’t a ‘no’. Which means it was as good as a ‘yes’.
Snorting, Kakuzu swings his segmented arm up high enough that his knuckles scrape the ceiling, then brings his palm back down so hard the air whistles. Again. And again. And again. He loses count to be honest, lost in the screams and the steadily widening pool of come Hashirama spills down his thighs.
The wet, meaty slaps make Kakuzu’s cock twitch after a while and he thinks maybe—just maybe—he can understand why these two are always so turned on by spanking.
Hashirama howls until he’s hoarse—that tenor no less beautiful for devolving until it’s barely a rasp. And while there’s no blood, the perfect, red imprint of Kakuzu’s hand is going to be there for hours, ridiculous healing factor or no.
“Oh, that was nice,” Mito purrs, rewarding him with the warmth of her bare breasts pressed against his back. Judging by the sharp intake of breath, Kakuzu figures his fire and wind masks aren’t staying idle.
“Now—” Mito continues, voice only slightly breathy, “—now that our husband is suitably chastised, perhaps we should take him to bed to sooth the burn.”
Funny how quickly her intent loses subtlety so close to getting what she wants. In this way, she’s very much like the man spread out and drooling across his lap.
Kakuzu can feel one of her delicate hands explore his sternum even as the other leaves his chest to pluck at a stitch tucked just under the swell of his Adonis’ belt. She strokes along his incision lines and digs her hooks under his skin when he reflexively lets her in.
There’s no mistaking the unspoken command, just as there’s no hiding how she widens her knees to let Kakuzu feel her most intimate warmth against his buttocks. Wet and swollen lips parting against him paint a story his water mask eagerly laps up.
And here on his lap, Hashirama stirs again, muscle bunching as he pushes up just enough to glance over his shoulder.
“Yes, please,” he moans, tears of satisfaction painting salt trails along the same lines as his Sage mode.
Again, the spanking thing isn’t his preference, but for this, for them, Kakuzu can make allowances.
Me: I really love hashikakumito. Kakuzu fits between them and Mito and Hashirama love to snuggle him, and he loves it, too. Kakuzu is good and solid to hug and is very warm, so they save money on the heating bill during winter. Cold? Snuggle up to Kakuzu. But during summer when it’s so hot he likes some space and they are all mature enough to be able to give him his space let him have the fan blowing on him all night.
hashikakumito with #31 please? I have two plot starters that you can use if you wish: 1. kakuzu is a newcomer to hashi/mito's preexisting relationship and feels too much like an intruder to sleep with them, until they have the other bed he was sleeping on thrown out and 2. they are somewhere where the bed is too small for three, so mito ends up lying on top of them or they all end up horizontal with their legs sticking off the side or something. they're problem solvers :>
Hello, yes you may have this lovely ot3!! I went with the first one, and I hope you enjoy <3 Thank you for giving me an excuse to write these three, I love them! Let me know your ao3 and I can gift it to you.
Room Enough For Three
Summary: Hashirama and Mito want Kakuzu to join their relationship but he feels unsure about it. He just needs a little more reassurance that it's what they really want.
“Didn’t you tell him it was alright?” Mito asked, disappointment evident in her voice as she came out from the bathroom, finished with getting ready for bed. Her dark green bathrobe belted at the waist, hiding an oversized t-shirt beneath.
“I did,” Hashirama sighed, “and he still insists on sleeping on our couch.”
Mito sat down on the end of the bed, large enough to fit all three of them comfortably, and turned to look over her shoulder, a thoughtful look on her face, “He must be feeling unsure about all this. Maybe you didn’t make things clear enough.”
“Kakuzu has always been stubborn, but not dumb. I was very clear. At least, I think I was.” Hashirama crawled down to sit behind his wife, “Go talk to him again. Please...”
She kissed him lightly on the cheek and got to her feet, “I’ll be back with our Kakuzu.”
