Threesome with Shikamaru and Sasuke but their both really possessive and mean 👀👀
fratboy!Sasuke and plug!Shikamaru 👀
The bass from the party downstairs throbbed through the floorboards like a second heartbeat, sending low vibrations up your legs as you shoved open the door to the dimly lit bedroom on the second floor. The air was thick with the scent of spilled beer, cheap weed, and the faint musk of sweat-soaked bodies. Clothes and empty bottles were scattered across the floor like battlefield debris, but none of you cared. The tension between Sasuke and Shikamaru crackled in the air, heavy and electric, thick enough to choke on—years of resentment, sharp glares, and unspoken challenges finally boiling over.
You slammed the door shut behind you, the sound cutting through the muffled music like a gunshot. Chest heaving, nipples already tightening against the fabric of your shirt from the charged atmosphere, you rounded on them. “I’m done with this bullshit. You’ve hated each other since freshman orientation, and now I’m stuck in the middle like some fucking prize. Sasuke, you ignored me for weeks while you partied with your frat brothers. Shikamaru, you act like you’re too smart to care but you love rubbing it in his face—”
Sasuke didn’t let you finish. He crowded you against the door in one fluid, predatory motion, one hand slamming beside your head with a loud thud that rattled the frame, the other gripping your chin hard enough to make your jaw ache as he tilted your face up. His dark eyes burned with that familiar, scorching intensity, pupils blown wide. “You were mine for a whole goddamn year.” His breath was hot against your lips, smelling faintly of whiskey. “I know I fucked up, but he doesn’t get to just take you.” His mouth crashed down on yours—possessive, bruising, teeth clashing as his tongue pushed past your lips like he was reclaiming every inch of territory. The kiss was wet, demanding, his tongue stroking deep, tasting of smoke and anger while his hard cock pressed insistently against your stomach through his jeans.
Behind him, Shikamaru let out a low, smug laugh that vibrated through his chest. “How dramatic.” He pressed in close, sandwiching you tightly between their bodies. The heat of them was overwhelming—Sasuke’s firm chest in front, Shikamaru’s lean, deceptively strong frame molding against your back. One of his hands slid under your shirt from behind, calloused fingers splaying across your overheated stomach before cupping your breast roughly, rolling and pinching your nipple until it throbbed. Sharp sparks of pleasure-pain shot straight to your core, making you gasp wetly into Sasuke’s mouth. “She left you because you treated her like an accessory, Uchiha. I actually make her cum without checking my phone every five minutes.”
Sasuke broke the kiss with a feral growl, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he glared over your shoulder. “Shut your fucking mouth and get her clothes off if you’re so useful.”
They worked together with sharp, competitive efficiency, hands everywhere at once. Sasuke yanked your shirt over your head, the cool air hitting your flushed skin and making your nipples pebble harder. Shikamaru unhooked your bra with deft fingers, letting it drop as he palmed both breasts from behind, squeezing the soft flesh and tugging your nipples until you whimpered. Jeans and panties were shoved roughly down your legs in one motion—Sasuke’s strong hands gripping your hips bruisingly, Shikamaru’s fingers grazing the sensitive backs of your thighs and the curve of your ass. You kicked them aside, now completely bare, skin prickling with goosebumps between two fully dressed, very hard men whose erections strained obviously against their pants. Their eyes raked over you hungrily, still shooting venomous looks at each other over your shoulder.
“Bed,” Shikamaru ordered, his voice deceptively lazy as he gave you a light push forward.
Sasuke scooped you up instead, his arms flexing under your thighs as he carried you the few steps and dropped you onto the messy mattress. The sheets smelled faintly of laundry detergent and lingering cologne. He climbed over you immediately, knees spreading your thighs wide apart, exposing your glistening pussy to the cool air. “Look at this pretty pussy,” he murmured, voice low and rough, dragging two thick fingers through your slick folds. The wet, obscene sound filled the room as he spread your arousal, circling your swollen clit before pushing two fingers inside without warning, curling them perfectly against that spongy spot that made your back arch off the bed and a broken moan tear from your throat. “Already dripping. Still gets soaked for me, doesn’t it?”
You moaned loudly, hips rolling desperately against his hand, the wet squelch of his fingers pumping in and out echoing. Shikamaru knelt beside your head on the mattress, fisting his long, thick cock—veined and flushed dark, already leaking clear precum from the tip. “Open up, baby.” He tapped the heavy head against your swollen lips, smearing salty precum across them, then pushed in slowly, stretching your mouth wide. “That’s it… fuck, your throat always feels so good. Suck harder—such a good girl.” The musky taste of him flooded your tongue as he rocked deeper, his hand gentle but firm in your hair.
Sasuke’s tongue replaced his fingers, licking a slow, filthy stripe from your dripping entrance to your throbbing clit, savoring your tangy wetness before sucking the swollen bud into his hot mouth. The dual sensation overwhelmed you—Shikamaru’s lazy, deep thrusts stretching your lips and bumping the back of your throat while Sasuke devoured your pussy like a man starved, his tongue flicking rapidly, lips sealed tight around your clit. Your eyes rolled back, thighs trembling around his head.
“Bet you're too lazy to eat pussy, Nara,” Sasuke taunted between messy licks, voice muffled and vibrating against your slick flesh.
Shikamaru’s grip tightened in your hair as he let out a mean laugh, pushing a little deeper until your nose brushed his pelvis, tears pricking your eyes. “Yeah? Why don't you tell me how my dick tastes, Uchiha.”
The argument only fueled them. Sasuke sucked your clit harder, fingers pumping fast and deep, the wet sounds growing louder and filthier until your thighs clamped around his head and you came with a choked, muffled cry around Shikamaru’s cock. Your walls fluttered desperately, gushing slick heat over Sasuke’s chin.
They didn’t give you time to breathe, bodies still buzzing with rivalry.
Sasuke flipped you onto your hands and knees with ease, lining up his thick cock and thrusting into your spasming pussy in one brutal stroke. “Fuck—still so tight,” he groaned, bottoming out with a wet slap, his balls pressing against your clit as he ground deep. His hips snapped forward in a possessive, relentless rhythm, the obscene plap-plap-plap of skin on skin filling the room, his hand fisting your hair to yank your head back. “Nara doesn't know how to fuck this pretty pussy properly does he?”
Before you could, Shikamaru knelt in front of you again, feeding his slick cock back into your mouth. “Don’t listen to him. You’re coming home with me tonight, remember that sweetheart.” The taste of yourself mixed with his precum as he fucked your face with controlled, lazy strokes that still made drool spill down your chin and tears streak your cheeks.
They set a punishing rhythm—Sasuke pounding into you from behind, balls slapping wetly against your soaked pussy, while Shikamaru used your mouth. Their free hands roamed possessively: Sasuke slapping your ass hard enough to leave stinging red handprints that bloomed hot, Shikamaru pinching and twisting your nipples until they ached. Every time their hands met on your sweat-slick skin, they shoved each other’s away with muttered curses.
“Move, bastard,” Shikamaru finally growled, pulling out of your mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting you. “I want her ass. She can take us both.”
Sasuke slowed but didn’t stop, glaring daggers. “Like you know how to prep her properly. You’ll hurt her with your sloppy shit.”
You pushed back against Sasuke, voice wrecked and hoarse. “Both of you. Please—I want it. I can take you.”
Shikamaru produced a small packet of lube, slicking his fingers generously. He pressed one, then two into your tight ass while Sasuke kept fucking your pussy in shallow, teasing thrusts. The burning stretch melted into overwhelming, full-body pleasure as they coordinated, your holes clenching greedily around the invasion.
Sasuke pulled out briefly, then lay on his back and dragged you on top, sinking back into your dripping pussy with a deep groan. “Ride me, baby. Show him how well you take my cock.” You sank down, moaning at the thick fullness stretching your walls, your juices coating him.
Shikamaru moved behind you, pressing the blunt, lubed head of his cock against your ass. “Relax… good girl,” he murmured, pushing in inch by inch. The pressure was intense—two thick cocks stretching you to your absolute limit, rubbing and pressing against each other through your thin inner walls, creating mind-numbing friction.
“Fuck,” Sasuke hissed, hands gripping your hips bruisingly hard. “She’s clenching so hard. You feel that, Nara? How perfect she is?”
“Shut the fuck up and move,” Shikamaru growled, bottoming out with a low curse, his pelvis flush against your ass. “Or are you too jealous to fuck her properly while I’m buried in her ass?”
They started thrusting—first alternating, dragging against each other inside you, then finding a devastating, synchronized rhythm that had you sobbing and shaking between them. Every thrust pushed you higher: Sasuke’s cock dragging relentlessly against your g-spot, Shikamaru’s stretching and filling your ass so completely. Sweat-slick skin slapped together, harsh breathing mixed with guttural moans, the wet, filthy sounds of your holes being used echoing obscenely.
Sasuke leaned up to bite your neck, sucking a dark, claiming mark into your skin. “Mine. No one else gets to fuck you like this.”
Shikamaru’s hand cracked against your ass again, the sting blooming hot. “Keep dreaming, pretty boy. She’s mine now—and she loves how I fuck her better than you.”
The overwhelming fullness, the rivalry-fueled aggression, the constant stimulation sent you spiraling. You came hard, screaming, body convulsing violently between them as waves of pleasure crashed through you, your holes clamping down rhythmically on their cocks.
The clenching sent them both over the edge—Sasuke first, burying himself to the hilt with a broken groan and flooding your pussy with thick, hot spurts. Shikamaru followed seconds later, cursing filthily as he pumped rope after rope of cum deep into your ass.
You collapsed onto Sasuke’s sweat-damp chest, heart hammering, Shikamaru draped heavily over your back, both of them still buried inside you, their mixed releases leaking slowly. Their hands stroked your overheated, trembling skin almost gently now, though the rivalry lingered—Sasuke’s arm locked possessively around your waist, Shikamaru nipping at your shoulder with a dark chuckle.
“This doesn’t change anything,” Sasuke muttered against your hair, voice rough and sated. “You’re still coming back to me.”
Shikamaru chuckled darkly. “You're pathetic. She’s staying with the one who actually knows how to keep her satisfied.”
You smiled breathlessly between their possessive, heated bodies, every inch of you sore, sticky, and utterly claimed, knowing the fight was far from over—and secretly loving every filthy, overwhelming second of it.
