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Daryl Dixon x OC ( Afro Latina ) x Shane Walsh 🫣

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Daryl Dixon x OC x Shane Walsh 🫣

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Daryl Dixon x ( AfroLatina ) OC x Shane Walsh

( this is a random chapter out of 22 I have posted on Wattpad & AO3 )

“Kinda nice bein’ out here instead of the farm.”

“Would be nicer if ya stopped scarin’ away the game.” Daryl grumbled a curse when Romina tripped him from behind and made him stumble a few steps. When he caught himself, he sent a scowl over his shoulder at her, flipping her the bird since she was grinning so damn smug about him almost falling. So far, they’d been walking in a straight line with Daryl in the lead and Shane in the back; Shane hadn’t brung his shotgun, just a machete and a hunting knife that’d been in the inventory so he wasn't empty handed. Daryl, of course, had his crossbow.

Romina had been given Daryl’s knife back not too long ago, that’s what she had tucked in her pocket just in case. She knew she wouldn’t need it, she had two strong men here to protect her after all. “You seem to be doin’ just fine.”

Shane was talking about the four squirrels and three rabbits that they’d already caught, most of them from Daryl’s crossbow. Two had fallen victim to traps that he set around. Seeing those two reminded her about the weak trap she’d crafted on her own back at that cabin, she never got the chance to check if she caught anything.

Daryl didn’t have a rebuttal to that, so once again they delved into a somewhat awkward silence. Romina could feel Shane’s eyes on her back the whole damn walk, she was too hyperaware of his presence to not notice. Knowing him, he’d probably been thinking of shit for him to say the entire time.. “What uh.. What made you ask me to come out with y’all?” He asked the real question.

He hadn’t said yes at first. It took him a day of thinking about it to come back to Daryl’s camp set up to tell ‘em he’d thought about it long enough and wanted to join. He didn’t know how to feel about the twinkle in Daryl’s eye when he said it.

Shane took two big steps to walk by Romina’s side instead of behind her, that way it was easier for him to see her signing and mouthing words if she did. He peeped the apprehensive look that grew on her face and the subtle glance she sent Daryl’s way, it had him raising a brow with genuine curiosity swirling in his dark eyes. ‘Don’t get mad.’

“Why would I get mad?”

“I don’t think he’s gon’ get mad. Maybe he’ll take it as a compliment.” Daryl commented, slowing his steps so that they were all walking side by side through the woods now. He couldn’t even fight the smirk that made its way onto his face when Shane looked at him over Romina’s head with a ‘the hell?’ look on his face.

‘Okay so,’ She began to mouth and sign, licking at her dry lips nervously. ‘I’ve been seeing you with other women for so long that I think it.. I think it makes me so much more excited when you watch Daryl and I.’ When she pointed between her and Daryl to finish her statement, Shane’s eyes flew from her lips to watch her finger fly between their chests. He’d been reading her lips the entire fuckin’ time, so many emotions flying across his face the more he processed it.

Confusion at first, obviously before he pieced together what she was saying. Then surprise, regret.. He blinked a few times and looked at Daryl, mouth open but lips unmoving and eyes a bit wide. Was she.. Was she serious? “E-Excuse me?”

Her hands flew to cover her blushing face, head falling in complete and utter embarrassment. Daryl was chuckling, Shane was… He was fuckin’ shell shocked right now. “Hold on, hold on. Lemme get us to that cabin first.”

Neither of them knew what he was talking about, he said they were going out to hunt and so far that seemed to be exactly what they were doing. But a cabin? Did he bring them to the cabin she’d been holed up in when she was lost? How fuckin’ close had she been to the group that whole time?!

In awkward silence, the group trudged the woods and were led to the cabin by Daryl. Just like she thought, it was the cabin she was shacked up in. They silently checked the perimeter, first. After, they made their way inside and looked around to make sure there were no new occupants in the place. It looked exactly the same as she’d left it, dust everywhere and all of the cupboards in the kitchen open. Daryl made himself comfortable quickly, dropping all the animals he caught on the kitchen table with an unceremonious ‘thunk’.

Shane took his time looking around the room, finding any pictures scattered on the wall to stall sitting down. He couldn’t sit still, she said she got excited when he watched her and Daryl? Watched them do what?

Romina followed Daryl to the kitchen, tapping at his back so he could hurry up and look down at her signing and mouthing her words before Shane looked over at them and caught her. ‘Talk for me!’

“Talk for ya? I look like a mind reader to you, Weezy?” He cackled at her failure at trying to push him over, the pouty look on her face and blush on her cheeks always showed when he teased her like this. If she liked when Shane watched them interacting.. This was just a fuckin’ warm up. “Alright, alright. What-What ya want me to say?”

‘I don’t fuckin’ know, you invited him! Not me!’ She screamed in her head. How was she meant to go about this?! Shane had already looked at her like she grew two heads when she said she got excited when he watched, how the fuck-what the fuck was she supposed to do after that?

Dig up a whole, crawl in it… and live in it for the rest of your life, you dumb ass. ‘What if he doesn’t like it?’

Daryl glanced towards the living room, Shane was eavesdropping by trying not to make it obvious. He was facing a framed photo that sat proudly on the coffee table, his right ear facing them and his head low so he could zone in on their voices and not be distracted by these stupid fuckin’ pictures. It was quiet as fuck in the cabin so they weren’t hard to hear, Daryl wasn’t even trying to whisper to cover up the fact that they were having a side conversation without Shane.

Shane’s eyes raised, he was brave enough to look their way to see why they weren’t talking… It was because Daryl was too busy looking at him with his head tilted just a little, Romina looking up at him with her pretty lips curled into a pout. Pouting up at him.. Man, if I could just-

“How ‘bout this,” Daryl was talking to the both of them, his eyes hadn’t left Shane’s but Romina knew this was meant for her. She glanced his way when she noticed their stare down, her bottom lip was tugged ‘tween her teeth at the quick growing tension. “Let ‘em watch for a ‘lil bit.. Then maybe you can show ‘em what you learned. Ain’t that what ya wanted last time, Shane? For her to kiss you like she kissed me?”

That’s exactly what he wanted..

‘You should sit down.’

For one of the first times in his life, he listened to instructions without questioning it. He hadn’t even turned around to walk to the couch, he’d taken a few slow steps back to it and sat down with his legs spread a bit and his lips sucked into his mouth. “How long I gotta watch for?”

“Didn’t you make her watch for a few years?” Daryl asked with mock curiosity, biting the insides of his cheeks so he wouldn’t hiss when she smacked at his arm. Shane knew it was deserved, he didn’t say some smart ass comment back like he really wanted to ‘cause he was too busy trying to figure out why Daryl was wasting water from his water bottle to wash his hands over the sink that didn’t work. “Ya learnin’ somethin’ new today, Weezy?” He threw the question her way, a mischievous glint in his eye that made him look way too much like Merle.

She nodded wayyyy too fast thinking of all the perverted things he could be teaching her next, how far would he go with Shane sitting there? He wouldn’t- Surely he wouldn't, right?

Guess she was about to find out.

“C’mon then, pretty girl.” Good Lord she liked that pet name, and she especially liked when he cupped her jaw in such a gentle caress so he was able to lift her head back for a kiss that smacked from how quick he’d done it. “Give ‘em a closer look.” He muttered once he pulled away from the kiss, his hand leaving her jaw so he could slung an arm over her shoulders and maneuver her into the living room area.

They were in the same room now, the distance between them all was growing smaller and smaller; Daryl didn’t let her close the distance, he stopped her when they were standing right in front of the coffee table. It was the only thing between them, that and the thick ass tension in the air..

She spared Daryl a look of confusion when he adjusted himself. Instead of his arm slung over his shoulder and him standing at her side, the same arm came from under her so he could grip lightly at her throat and bring her closer to him. Her back pressed against his chest, that soft ass of hers pressed up against him just right. She almost mouthed his name to stall, the dark look in Shane’s eyes whilst he watched.. That was different from the look she’d seen before.

Romina was so turned on right now that her stomach was starting to hurt, either that or her ovaries. Either way, she wanted to be rid of it. So much so that she’d arched her back a bit against Daryl behind her, her breath shuttering when his hand tightened around her throat a small fraction.

She turned her head to the side and was more than happy that his lips were right there ready to be met by hers. They weren’t timid with their kisses anymore, this kiss was heated and sloppy as ever. Two seconds of heated kisses, that was all it’d took for Romina. She bucked her hips back against him again for some more friction, a crackling whine coming from her when Daryl moved his hips back so he was out of reach. He couldn’t have her rubbing up on him and making him cum quicker than he needed. “I can touch on you?” He breathed between kisses, his chest rumbled with a purr of satisfaction at the nod of approval she gave.

The moan that came from her was overshadowed by the sound that came from Shane. She couldn’t forget he was there, not when it was his eyes were on them making this so much more sensual. Watching. Studying as if he were watching his favorite information television show.. It was a desperate groan that came from him, one he’d tried to swallow but had failed when he saw her body's reactions. So reactive to Daryl..

And all he had to do was ask. When they’d been in the car, she might’ve-she might’ve let him go further if he’d just asked..

He thought seeing this shit would stir a jealous rage in him, that he’d end up pulling Daryl away from her so he could make his own mark. He couldn’t do that, not with the faces she’d made when Daryl’s hand slipped beneath the hem of her sweatpants to dip his fingers in her… “She’s already wet, Shane. I told ya she really likes when ya watch.” Daryl’s raspy voice was low. He was rock hard himself, before he’d dipped his fingers in that fountain of youth of hers he was already hard.. And he could tell, Shane was too. “Don’t you, Mina?”

‘I do.’ Was all she could mouth as her eyes rolled back, body shuddering against his. She wasn’t sure how he was doing it with one hand, rubbing circles into her clit and pumping his curled fingers inside of her like a fuckin’ expert..

Desperate for release, her hips jerked against his hand; She wanted to cum, she wanted to cum so fuckin’ bad and yet every time she thought she’d climb over the edge with just his fingers he’d slow his pumps.. He was teasing her.

“Can I?”

“Can you what?” Daryl knew what he wanted, he’d be a brain dead idiot if he didn’t know what Shane wanted right now. He had to ask the same way Daryl did, it’d been him not opening his mouth this whole time that kept him starving for her… he couldn’t do that shit anymore.

“C-Can I touch ‘er? Or kiss ‘er?” Shane wasn’t sure what he wanted to do first, what he wanted to taste first.. He wanted- No, he needed to feel something of hers on him. At this point, Daryl was just hogging her to Shane.

“You want that, pretty girl? You want him touchin’ on you like this?” She wanted whatever was going to help her cum. If that was the rushed hands of Shane… she needed that. Romina nodded frantically, whine slipping from her the moment his fingers slipped away from her. “Go ‘head, go show ‘em how I like it.” He instructed her, giving her two soft pats to the ass to get her going. She had to round the coffee table first, then she’d settled on straddling Shane’s lap.

He may have been still stunned by the show of watching her be fingered in front of him, he reacted slowly. He’d watched her come around that table with an open mouth and eyes swimming in disbelief. She’d cupped his face in his hands and wasted no time bringing her face to his to kiss him just as feverishly as she’d done Daryl. She didn’t taste like he’d remembered from when he was sober, her taste was tainted by Daryl’s spit and her lips swollen from him.

“Don’t be rough with ‘er, only she likes bein’ rough.”

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Itachi x OC scene!! Be a good girl with her.

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Kisame x OC x Itachi

It’d taken an entire month for Deidara to let go of his grudge on Sasori for poisoning his sister, through the month they’d gone on a few missions together but the blonde still hadn’t brought their mattress back to the room they were meant to share with the living puppet. Makika had tagged along only two of their missions, and they’d dragged by painfully slow with how awkward he felt with her brother glaring at the redhead and the damn puppet looking blank as ever. After that, she’d gone on missions with her new regular team that was Kisame and Itachi.

Even though she was meant to be a floater, it was pretty clear she favored them based on how many missions she’d decided to go on with them. She’d only been on three with Hidan and Kakuzu, the first two had gone swimmingly but that third time Hidan spent most of his time trying to convert her to Jashinism. She’d even gone on a number of missions with Konan, who’d easily become someone she went to when she was bored with the men.

Tonight was the first night her brother was going to sleep alone, or well… with Sasori while she stayed in Kisame and Itachi’s room. He preferred to sleep with his sister but he recognized that this was her way of getting alone time with Kisame… or Itachi. He couldn’t really tell what their dynamic was, who she was with or what all their intentions were… He just knew that the three of them definitely had something going on. Her high state had exposed that Kisame was truly her favorite to all of them, Itachi had been doing his best to be just as favored since that night.

“Sasori isn’t a very good cuddler.” Deidara grumbled, standing at Kisame and Itachi’s door with a pillow dangling from his hand and a pout on his face. He wasn’t acting his age right now, he was acting more like the pouty eight year old she remembered growing up with.

“I’m honestly surprised he agreed to that at all.”

“It’s ‘cause he owes us now, un. Wasn’t very happy about you not coming back with me… I’m starting to think he has a weird crush on you or something, un.” Both their faces twisted with discomfort at that, their shoulders shuddering as if the thought disgusted them completely. It wasn’t like the puppet was unattractive or anything, he was just-he was just a control freak. It was pretty easy for both of them to see how much the man loved being in control of things, exactly why he was such a master puppeteer.

She preferred having at least some control, her being so ready to take that poison had been her first red flag. She did not like how much control Sasori could have over her, how easy he was to trust..

Kisame and Itachi were both stronger than her too, capable of overpowering her at any time yet it was always her they let lead. She was the one that’d wanted them, it was her that’d been perverted openly at those hot springs and quite literally threw herself at Kisame. Just thinking about the night had her belly warming, man she fuckin’ hoped Deidara hurried this shit up and stopped being a cock block right now. “Forget about him. Maybe I’ll sleep in there with you tomorrow or something. But tonight? I don’t feel like dealing with it.”

He sighed in dejection, throwing his arms around her for a hug where his gaze had danced on the two men in the room behind her. “Fine… Goodnight. I love you, OneeChan.”

“I love you more, OtotoChan.” He grinned at the wet kiss she placed on his forehead, giving her one last lingering glance before he headed off to his and Sasori’s room.

When he finally disappeared from down the hall she sighed as she shut the door with a gentle click, the pervert in her already celebrating in her brother’s absence. She already had a plan in her head, she’d wash up first to rid her skin of the day and wear something a little more.. More provocative than she usually would wear. How wounded would the Uchiha’s ego be if she made him watch this time…? “I’m gonna take a shower!”

She chirped it a little too enthusiastically, something that had the duo exchanging a suspicious glance when she dug through the drawer she’d stuffed some of her own clothes. She was trying to move too fast for them to see what articles of clothing she was grabbing, it didn’t take a genius to notice that. Itachi didn’t need his Sharingan to notice, her movements were too sloppy and excited to hide.

She’d turned the shower on and made sure it was hot enough to sting with every touch, humming to herself as she undressed and hopped in to scrub every inch of her skin. She washed her hair, shaved everything she could and let out one of the biggest sighs of relief she’d ever let out when she turned the water off and was left with a bathroom full of steam and the smell of vanilla.

She kept having to bite at her bottom lip to try and contain her grin as she put on the clothing she’d chosen; more like lingerie. A sky blue set that contrasted against her bronzed skin, so much so that even her dark nipples couldn’t be hidden behind the lacey bralette. The bottoms didn’t leave much to the imagination, though to make up for the lack of coverage it’d come with a matching robe so she’d be able to have a small ‘grand reveal’. Though when it was all on and she stood in front of the bathroom mirror to look at herself, she faltered.

Is this sexy enough? What if they preferred different colors and didn’t like the light blue on her skin? What if spending time with both her and her brother made them view her differently? They hadn’t had a single conversation about the night they all had.. They’d just become closer and never mentioned it.

“MakiChan?”

She jumped at the knock that sounded right after Itachi’s voice sounded, right on the other side of the door. Had she really taken that long? “Coming!” She moved fast to dump her clothes in the laundry bin before looking in the mirror one last time to make sure her short hair wasn’t messy. Only when she was satisfied with her reflection in the mirror did she finally turn the door. She took a deep breath to calm her racing thoughts before she actually opened the door.

Itachi was already hovering by the door as if waiting to use the bathroom, but she knew he’d already showered before just like Kisame. He simply just tended to hover when she took too long to do things, to her it felt like he knew she’d gotten lost in those dark thoughts of hers. The faint shimmer of concern that was always lurking in his onyx eyes vanished as soon as he noticed the blue robe that she was wearing, he blinked once and then twice in shock before he’d glanced back over his shoulder at Kisame who was lounging on his bed with his hands behind his head and feet kicked up.

“Go sit! That way I can show both of you!” She was too busy not trying to make her hands visibly shaking to notice his Adam's apple bob when he swallowed at her words. Her once shaky smile widened when he obediently turned to return to his bed to adapt nearly the same way that Kisame was laying. He’d scooched up so that his back was pressed against the head board so he didn’t have to incline his neck to get a good view of the show that was about to ensue. “Such a good boy~.”

A slip of the tongue, one that had the Uchiha stirring and Kisame sending the man a grin at the blush that crawled up his cheeks. The blue man knew very well how much Itachi loved some praise, he wasn’t a prodigy for nothing. “We’re gettin’ a show? Hell yeah.” Kisame was more open about his excitement, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed the article of clothing at Itachi’s head who was too focused on Makika standing between their beds to stop it from landing on his face. “Get outta yer clothes, Uchiha. It’s only fun if we’re all naked.”

It was a dramatic whisper that she still heard that had her giggling when Itachi actually listened to the man and peeled out of his night time clothes. Both of them, like they’d been trained with utmost patience, had gotten out of their beds to strip and fold their clothes neatly to set them on the desk that sat between their beds. Then, they both returned to their positions sitting on their beds and waiting for the grinning Makika to decide what she wanted to do next.

They watched with bated breath as she slid off that robe that seemed to be hiding the real gift underneath it, the beautiful blue two piece that barely covered those most intimate parts of herself. The insecurity she’d felt in the bathroom was long forgotten, now that she had the two shinobi sitting before her with visible proof of how much they wanted her. Not just the way their darkened eyes lingered on her figure to soak up every curve and crevice, but the twitch that both of their cocks gave before they were springing to life.. “I knew it, you guys are perverts too!”

“What are we allowed to do?”

Her brow twitched in surprise at the rumbling of Kisame’s voice, it was deeper than it’d gotten the last time she remembered him whispering in her ear.. She clenched her thighs together at that, greedy eyes bouncing between the two men with her bottom lip tugged between her teeth. “You’re allowed to tell me how pretty I am~.” She was teasing, she fuckin’ had to be. She knew damn well that wasn’t what he meant, it was clear by the mischievous smirk on her face as she made her way over to his bed.

A guttural whine came from the impatient ravenette who was watching from his own bed, there was a shift of movement and when she glanced his way she saw he was already off his bed and making his way over to them. “Itachi,” She breathed his name with a giggle, straddling one of Kisame’s thighs so she could encircle his large cock in both her hands to give him some well needed friction. “It’s your turn to watch.”

He sat on the edge of Kisame’s bed, corners of his lips tilted down in a barely there frown that he knew Kisame would tease him about later. A test of patience this was, one that grew harder when Kisame threw his head back to let out a moan when her hands pumped at his cock. He stirred when she’d let spit that’d gathered in her mouth drip onto his throbbing member before she finally took him in her mouth..

“She wants you to look at her, Kisame.” Itachi was scolding him while he was getting head, something he never truly thought would ever happen. He had to pry his lids apart for him to look at the view Itachi wanted to see so badly, he nearly thanked the entire Uchiha bloodline in his head for it.

Makika was a fuckin’ sight, face smothered with her own spit that was dribbling down her chin from her bobbing her head so he could touch at the back of her throat. A reward for him not pushing her head down at all or raising her hips to rush her at all, he deserved it. Her violet eyes wide but dark with lust and what he saw as hunger.. He could feel how wet she was, she was practically dripping on his thigh even though she hadn’t taken off those pretty little blue panties.

“Makika,” He breathed her name like a warning, a shaky one that held no real heat behind it.

She fuckin’ loved that desperate look on his face, the furrow of his brow and part of his lips as he tried to contain himself… He was trying so hard to not give into the temptation of just taking her, not when she’d been so excited to tell them what to do. Her lips let his cock come free with a ‘pop’ that had his body shuddering, she didn’t give him much time to dwell in the feeling before she was shuffling up so she could straddle his hips now. She purred when she’d felt him poking at her pantie covered entrance, pressing her bra covered chest against his bare one as she arched her back and reached behind to move her panties to the side. “Can I kiss you?”

He didn’t give a verbal answer, he’d instead tangled his fingers into her short tresses to grasp at the back of her head and bring their lips together harshly. There hadn’t been any of this in their last encounter, there’d been no kisses like this… Had there been any at all now that she thought about it?

Their lips separated briefly to let their moans escape the both of them when Itachi’s cold hand had been the one to guide Kisame’s cock into her, they hadn’t even noticed the way he was leaning over Kisame’s legs so he could watch the sight. To see how wet Kisame’s member was when she’d lifted up a bit so she could settle her feet on each side of him instead of her knees. Now, she was squatting over him.. Getting a steady bounce going so she was riding him.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty when you ride me, Makika.” Kisame growled when their lips separated, chest heaving when now it was her throwing her head back to moan out into the air when his large hands squeezed at her hips. She set one hand on his shoulder for leverage, her nails digging into the skin of it when his praise had her squeezing around him with the wave of a pre orgasm. Her other hand reached behind her, easily finding Itachi who’d simply moved so he was easier to reach.

Itachi was more than ready to be included in some way, taking her hand and raising to settle on his knees when she’d lifted his hand a bit as if telling him to raise along with it. “Do you wanna kiss me too?” The words were breathless and mixed with a moan, he didn’t care at all. He delved forward so their lips could meet, her head slightly tilted back so she could do so. It was a slightly uncomfortable position for her, having to turn her neck and back a bit just to kiss him and he seemed to notice. He moved closer, chest now pressing against Kisame’s shoulder who was now literally suckling kisses across her chest as she rode him.

Her hand slipping from his own so it could grasp at his cock had his body shuddering, moaning into the kiss that was becoming sloppier as Kisame began to thrust up into her to meet her bounces. There was the sound of a tear, a sound that got her pulling away from their kiss and looking down at her now ripped open bralette that was Kisame’s doing.

“That was expensive.” She hissed, making Kisame’s beady eyes snap up to her violet eyes. Her riding paused, his strokes paused right along with them though her hand still pumped at Itachi’s throbbing member.

“I gotta make up for it?”

“Yes… now you two.. Kiss.” She demanded, lips twitching into a pleased smirk when Kisame and Itachi locked eyes.

It wouldn’t be the first time, and it would not be the last.

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Some Kisame x OC x Itachi love 😏 ( oh yeah, it's def smut . )

“You really do enjoy watching, don’t you?” Makika said with a teasing lilt to her tone, suddenly amused by the blush that’d tainted Itachi’s pale cheeks. Kisame chuckled, though his words caught in his throat when she’d slipped away from Itachi to glide her way gracefully through the water and to him with a mischievous glint in those lavender eyes of hers. “What about your pleasure though, Kisame?” Her fingers touched at his waist under the water, and his eyes immediately jumped to Itachi’s who was already watching him.

His pale skin was still pink with a blush, his onyx eyes taking in everything so readily he was sure he’d seen the sharingan flicker… “It brings me pleasure to see another man, a skilled man, bring a woman to her own divine pleasure.”

“Can’t you do it yourself?”

“Oh, he can.” Itachi grumbled, making his way over the edge to push himself out of the water. Of course the perverted woman couldn’t help but take a peak, or she tried. Kisame’s large hand was blocking her view the moment her eyes tried to sway Itachi’s way, redirecting Makika’s eyes right back up to him. “He just likes seconds.” He sounded far away, and she glowered at Kisame at the cheeky grin he’d given at the clear disappointment that flashed on her face from missing the free show.

“You really are a pervert, aren’t you?” It was a rhetorical question, one that’d made her grin devilishly before she was latching herself onto the blue man who really… didn’t seem to mind at all. Why would he mind a naked woman pressing herself against him? He is a man after all.

When her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders and her legs wound round his hips, now it was his turn to grin devilishly at the short haired woman whose cheeks were coated with a blush. “Can you blame me?”

He couldn’t, not when he could be just as perverted at times and in his own way. Like now, where he was so damn tempted to stay submerged in the chakra infused water so she wouldn’t have to let go and he could keep her body pressed against his the way it was now. As sculpted as her abs were, as tense as her muscles always seemed; she was so damn soft. She was still soft when Itachi clicked his tongue to rush them, making Kisame roll his eyes before he too was pushing out of the water with Makika still attached to him.

“Hurry up and get dressed, it’s a public hot spring and I’d rather not scar the locals.” Itachi instructed them, ignoring the sly looks they’d cast his way at how quickly he’d gotten dressed. He stood on stand by as Makika detached herself so they could both get dressed too, the silence that spread between the trio was … it was tense.

She was a touchy person, they both knew that about her since she couldn’t even sleep without being in contact with another person. Even when she was awake, she was always using someone’s body as a jungle gym like how she’d done Kisame on the beginning of their journey. Like Hidan, who had ended up with the short haired woman on his shoulders at least twice already and her brother who she was literally always attached to.

So it’d been literal fuckin’ torture when she’d tried to grasp at the sleeves of their cloaks when they’d all walked back to their hotel together and they’d simply step out of her reach. The first time one of them had done it, she’d thought that maybe they just hadn’t noticed her reaching out the way she was. But then she’d reached for another and it’d happened again, that’s when she’d glanced up to their faces as they walked to see them glancing at one another over her head like they knew exactly what they were doing.

They were taking advantage of her being deprived of touch, making sure she received none on their short walk so that once they’d made their way past that door.. She’d be needy. The closer they’d gotten to the confines of their room, the faster her heart raced in her chest and her skin buzzed with excitement and nerves. As scandalous as she was about to be.. This was something she wanted to do, something she had full control over. Maybe that’s what was making her blood pump even quicker with adrenaline, and the grin on her face to stretch when they’d made it inside and that door clicked shut with a click so daunting she nearly held her breath when it sounded.

She was hot and bothered and these two dickheads were stalling, and it was obvious now too. So instead of pouting about it, she’d jumped on the bed on the right side of the room and hopped on it while both men got comfortable getting out of their cloaks and putting all their bath items away. Man, it was almost like they were ignoring her at this point…

“Makika, stop jumping on the bed. You’re going to break it.” Nevermind, Itachi’s blank tone had her throwing her head back with a groan. But she didn’t stop jumping on the bed though, something that had an irk mark appearing on the Uchiha’s head.

“But I’m so bored~” She whined out obnoxiously, mostly just to get on his nerves since he was the least reactive of the three. Kisame picked up early on her game, and snickered at the exasperation that’d flashed briefly on Itachi’s face before that mask was right back up.

In a flash of movement, he was at the bedside with his fingers wrapped around her ankle and giving a tug that had her yelping in surprise. Though, when her back hit the mattress and she saw it was just the Uchiha dragging her towards the edge of the bed by her ankle she’d become a mess of giggles. Giggles that were abruptly cut off when he’d let go of her ankle so that very hand could come up to smack over her mouth to silence her, making her eyes widen in confusion and surprise.

Her breath hitched when she heard the sound of shuffling, movement from where she knew Kisame had been before she heard the undeniable sound of the other bed shifting.. He’d sat down on the other bed, something that was confirmed when Itachi’s grip loosened on her face just so she could get a glimpse of the blue man facing them with a wicked grin on his face.

“Stop playing games, Makika.” Itachi scolded lightly, one hand staying over her mouth while his other focused on traveling past her abs so it could slither its way into the waistband of her sweatpants. He wasn’t surprised by her lack of underwear since he’d watched her dress at the hot springs, but what did make him let out a hum of satisfaction was how wet she already was. “She’s already soaking.” He nearly purred, the hand over her mouth letting go just so he could hear the mew that slipped from her parted lips at his touch.

There was some movement, Kisame standing up..”Let me see.” He said, voice husky and sounding closer than before. When her eyes peeked back open, he was standing behind Itachi more on his left side, peering over his shoulder so he could get a glimpse of the faces she’d made to match the sound he’d heard come from her.

A light gasp was heard when Itachi’s fingers slipped out of her sweatpants, though she wasn’t even sure if it was from her or one of them at this point. He held his two glistening fingers up for a moment as if he himself was observing them before he’d pointed them back over his shoulder, as if Kisame couldn’t already see them with how close he’d gotten.

And then.. Then Kisame’s slick looking tongue slipped from his mouth and was dancing around Itachi’s fingers, those beady eyes of his locked with Makika’s who was watching the exchange with lips parted in shock and chest heaving. Goddamn, this was the hottest fuckin’ foreplay she ever experienced in her life. He made it even better when his lips closed on Itachi’s fingers and she heard him suck on them, breathing out a sigh through his nose that ruffled Itachi’s long hair. “Mhmm, waiting for my turn is about to be real hard.” He grumbled once Itachi’s fingers left his mouth, heaving out a sigh as he stepped back to sit on the edge of his bed to watch the show. “Now switch positions so I get a better view.”

He said as he spread his legs a bit, give himself space for the hard on he had that was damn near throbbing in his pants. But… Itachi wasn’t out of his clothes just yet, so he couldn’t be either.

She was so reactive to his touch, even letting distorted whimpers spill when he’d grabbed at her frame and listened to Kisame’s instructions like he was so well trained. He moved her as if she weighed nothing, something that seemed to excite her even more since she’d slipped out of her sweatpants and sports bra before she’d even been told to do so. Thank fuckin’ everything that he followed her lead and began to shed his own clothing before he was crawling on the bed to hover over her looking like a big cat stalking its prey.

To the middle of the bed they gravitated, Makika’s eyes dark with lust and lips parted so her quickened breaths could escape easier; Itachi’s hands were almost too gentle for her liking with how he’d caressed at the skin of her legs as he made his way up, she nearly sat up on her elbows to rush him to get him to get rough but he seemed to read her mind. Those hands that’d once been so gentle gripped at her thighs, prying them apart since she’d had them clenched closed as if they didn’t already know how wet she was.

“Don’t look at me,” his breath danced over the skin of her navel and goosebumps rose, her body shook with a shutter from the sensation and her eyes found his.. She hadn’t even realized that she’d shifted onto her elbows to watch him, so when he’d said it her brows furrowed in confusion for a split second. So, he elaborated. “You’re supposed to be looking at Kisame.” He said, adjusting her legs so he could drape one of them over his shoulder whilst the other spread wide on the bed, just so Kisame was given a proper view.

She threw her head back, turning it to the side to lock eyes with Kisame who was leaning forward now. His elbows planted on his knees, chin in the palm of his hands as if he were watching a movie or being told a good story. Then, she’d felt Itachi’s tongue on her clit and dragged painfully slow along her sex as if he were coating himself in her. Her face twisted with pleasure, moans spilling from her lips when the Uchiha swirled that talented tongue of his before adding a finger into the mix.. And then two…

“Holy shit,” She breathed, stomach tight and a hand entangled in those silky raven locks of Itachi’s. She rocked her hips against his face, her other hand grasping at her chest to pinch at her own nipple for the extra stimulation. Kisame, oh Kisame, had adjusted himself so he could pull his pants down enough for his cock to spring free. He wasn’t just watching anymore, he was stroking himself as he watched.

“Uchiha, touch her. She’s touch starved.”

If she thought she was feeling pleasure before, it was nothing compared to the feeling that she’d felt with his hands began to wander at Kisame’s order. They were somewhat reluctant, yet when his hand found hers at her nipple he didn’t hesitate to join her and pinch at the very nipple she’d pinched before. His hand, so much larger than hers, had no issue grasping at her breast to massage at it and make her squirm. “I’m gonna cum.” She breathed, surprise laced in her words because she truly was not expecting to cum into Itachi's mouth. She actually wasn’t sure if she’d ever came to a man eating her out..

“Yeah, you’re gonna cum a few times, Pixie.” Kisame teased, only to grunt when her eyes squeezed shut and her back arched off the bed. She’d tried clenching her thighs around Itachi’s head so he had to smack a hand on her thigh to keep them open, but he couldn’t stop her from tugging at his hair when she’d cried out with her orgasm. He had to pause his strokes so he wouldn’t cum at the sound, and was more than glad when Itachi waited for her body to relax just a bit before he was flipping her over onto her belly.

“Itachi,” She panted his name, followed by a sound that resembled a mix of a groan and a moan when he hadn’t wasted time to hover over her from behind. He snaked a hand between her belly and the mattress so she could lift her hips a bit, only for him to sink into her as soon as he was satisfied with her position.

She’d nearly forgotten the rules, the rules about keeping her eyes on Kisame, because when he’d adjusted her she wasn’t even facing him anymore. Her head was facing the wall that their bed was pressed against, until she felt a tug at her short hair that she hadn’t even realized was capable of being pulled with how short she kept it. Itachi grasped at her hair roughly, pulling her head up for a second and then slamming her head back down into the pillow so that she was back to facing Kisame.

“What did I tell you?” He asked, finally sounding breathless now that he was buried inside of her. He kept his strokes slow and steady, strokes that had her gripping at the sheets beneath her. She didn’t answer, too busy moaning at the sensations she was feeling; She could barely keep her eyes open to- “What I tell you, Makika, hm? Speak.” He’d dipped down to whisper it in her ear, a low groan rumbling his chest when she squeezed down on his cock with yet another orgasm. He … He didn’t plan that one.

“Look at Kisame.” She ground out, forcing her eyes open to lock them on Kisame who was panting with his cheeks dark and hand stroking his own cock at a slow tempo to try and match Itachi’s strokes.

“Good girl~.”

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“You think you could pick me up with one arm?”

“My sword weighs more than you probably ever would in your life, pixie cut. Of course I can pick you up with one arm.”

That’s what prompted Makika to then begin to use Kisame’s arm as a monkey bar. They both cackled when her feet left the ground and yet he was still walking normally with her hanging from his arm that was held out, even Itachi breathed out a laugh. They’d left in the evening, so they’d been walking throughout the night to get there quicker. The walk had been somewhat silent for the most part, other than the sound of their footsteps and the chirps of bugs and wild life that thrived at night.

She did a quick flip, kicking her legs a bit for momentum so she could fly up into a handstand on his arm. Unlike them, she hadn’t put on her Akatsuki cloak for their walk and had stuffed it in her bag. She’d tried it on and it was just as large as it was on everyone else, it covered her entire frame and the tall collar covered half of her face and yet the cover it offered gave her no comfort. She wasn’t used to being masked away, or hiding her identity that much.

She had to hide from the law, sure. But they were pretty easy to avoid when you stuck to places that didn’t have many shinobi. Plus, her and Deidara always chose good places to hunker down and call their safe zones. Never once had they been infiltrated by an outside source.

“I look like a jungle gym to you?” Kisame joked, looking up at her upside frame when one of her feet dropped into his vision. When he looked up, he saw that she’d dropped her other leg too and was doing a split in the air. He knew from their previous fight that she was flexible, it was something she’d used to her advantage in every fight. But seeing her using it for simple entertainment and not a fight? That was pretty impressive.

She was maintaining her balance even with him still walking, her body tense and a wide grin on her face. “Eh, I don’t wanna be rude and say what you look like.” She teased, eyes widening in a quick panic when he’d relaxed his arm for a split second as if he were going to drop her. “Don’t do that!” She hissed, swinging back down from her split and dropping onto her own two feet.

“Enough games,” Itachi chided, making the woman click her tongue at his seriousness. Kisame didn’t seem to care for his scolding, he just sent a sideways grin her way since they’d been scolded together. “Umemo Raka is our target, here’s his photo.” Itachi was calm as ever, the zipper of his cloak sliding down so one of his hands could come out with a photo in its grasp. Makika took it with a thoughtful expression, sparing Kisame a glance who was eyeing the photo with disinterest.

Umemo Raka was a pale man with green eyes that seemed to shine with mischief even in the photo. He had messy looking brown hair that seemed to point in every direction, like he’d rolled out of bed and taken the photo. “Looks like an easy target.” Makika muttered, scratching at her cheek as she observed the photo. On the back were more details, like his physical statistics regarding his height and weight. There was also what looked to be a schedule written in code scribbled underneath as well, it was all written in code.

“He’s currently in Kasengakure, the Land of Rivers, taking advantage of the free hot springs that seem to be scattered throughout the land.” Itachi went on to inform them as they walked, now an air of seriousness fell over the trio as they soaked in the information. They weren’t too far from that area, probably a few more hours of walking and they’d be stepping into the borders of the land. Yet, if they ran, it’d take maybe a few minutes shy of an hour. If they ran though, they’d need to stop and rest to restore the chakra they’d used to run. Well, Makika would, she wasn’t sure of their chakra levels.

For a few seconds, she looked up at the two men with her brows raised in curiosity at the faraway looks in their eyes as if they were lost in their own thoughts. She knew they’d been partners for a while, that much was obvious when they’d used teamwork in the battle from the beginning. Itachi didn’t have to speak, Kisame just seemed to always know what the Uchiha was thinking… Maybe it was just a hidden gift the blue man had. “What’re you guys thinkin’? What’s the plan?”

“Pein gave us a few days,” Kisame started, sparing her a side-eyed look when she dipped her head a bit with a facial expression that screamed ‘okay and?’. “If we run and get there quickly, we could rest for at least half the day since we spent the night walking. The rest of the day would be dedicated to following his steps, getting the scroll and then getting rid of him.” She nearly shuddered at the words leaving his lips, which was odd considering she knew what they were all capable of.

But still, the time she’d been spending with the blue man today nearly made her forget he was a murderer just as much as everyone else in the organization. “Okay! Maybe we could take advantage of those hot springs too.” she chirped, pushing down that disgusting feeling that curled up in her chest at the fact that she was doing this without her usual partner in crime. Fuckin’ Deidara and his moods…

“That wouldn’t be too bad, it’d make all the walkin’ worth it.” Kisame grumbled. They each gave their nods, agreeing with the plan before they were taking off in the direction of the land of rivers. Chakra pushing their legs and sweat coating their bodies from the trek.

Kisame had been correct on his timing, just like Nozomi had thought. Running had gotten them to the borders fairly quickly and the two men and Makika were forced to stick outside just so that they’d be able to conceal their identities without the akatsuki cloaks making them so noticeable. They’d kept their straw hats to keep their faces covered, but their cloaks had been changed with a jutsu to make them appear as if they were plain blue cloaks. Makika claimed it had to be blue because it was a welcoming color, whatever that meant.

When they were satisfied, they’d made it past the border when the sun was just beginning to rise. Meaning it was very early in the morning, maybe around six. They’d gone to the motel they knew their target was residing, making it easier for them to cross paths without the man without his knowledge.

“How many rooms?”

“Just one.” Kisame grumbled to the woman at the front desk, ignoring Makika’s scowl when he’d said it. She wanted two rooms, that way they wouldn’t all be forced to be in such close proximity. But Kakuzu had a strict budget, and that budget didn’t include extra rooms when they were going on missions.

The woman behind the counter gave them all a judgemental look, her gaze lingering on Makika who was standing between the two men with a very clear attitude. Kisame held out a hand impatiently, making the woman jump a bit before she was rushing a key in the palm of his hand and uttering their room number to the all.

“And where’s the nearest natural hot spring?” Makika asked, not yet turning around when the two men turned on their heels and began to make their way to the room.

“That’s uh, that’s down the road and to the left.”

Makika nodded and took her leave, hurrying after Kisame and Itachi since they seemed so ready to leave her behind. When they got to their room, Kisame and Itachi had shed their cloaks as if they were sick of the weight of it and Makika had jumped to hop on one of the beds in the room. It had two beds, thankfully, only separated by a bedside table that was directly between them where a lamp sat. She only jumped a few times on the mattress before she fell on her butt with a huff, bored with the stoic expressions on the duo’s faces.

“You guys look so damn serious it’s making me bored.” She complained, lips twitching when Kisame scoffed out a laugh and shook his head but Itachi still remained stoic like always. “C’mon, can we go to the hot spring before we get some rest? Wash up before bed, yeah?” She offered, even clasping her hands together in a pleading motion and jutting her lip out in a pout to try and convince them even more.

“Hell yeah, let’s go.” Kisame said, getting a small bag together of what looked like was gonna be his next outfit and some of his bath items like soap. His enthusiasm got Makika perky as ever, hopping up from the bed so she could do the exact same thing. “C’mon, Uchiha, you know you wanna join.” Kisame urged Itachi when he genuinely seemed to contemplate it, and finally the ravenette heaved out a sigh and was following suit.

The hot spring wasn’t very far, thank goodness. It also wasn’t full of people, there were two people soaking in the steam before they arrived and even they had made their way out when the trio had joined. Makika silently blamed Kisame’s large stature even though he was covered by his cloak.

Makika was the first to pick a rock to set her things down on, then to start stripping from her clothes only to pause when there was a choked sound that sounded like it came from Itachi. She glanced back over her shoulder in confusion, looking back at the two men who were still clothed. “Aren’t y’all coming in?” She asked them the question, finally making the duo move and settle their own things down so they could copy her and get rid of their clothes.

It was a natural spring, meaning there was no separation between the sexes with it being out in the open. She didn’t mind being naked in front of others, she’d done it without wanting to enough times to care about it anymore. They were all adults, anyway. So they should know what a woman’s body looks like, right? Eh, who cares.

She descended into the warm, steaming waters with a sigh of relief when the warmth caressed at every muscle that the water swallowed. She sunk in, letting her feet leave the ground so she could float on her back in the water with a lazy grin on her face. That lazy grin stretched even wider when she heard the water splashing just a bit, the sound of Kisame and Itachi stepping into the spring. She’d barely noticed them actually getting out of their clothes with how damn good the water felt on her tense muscles, at least it’d helped her not be a pervert though.

“Don’t just play in the water, pixie cut. Yer supposed to be washing up too.” Kisame reminded her, hovering near the rocks so he could break out his soap. She huffed, yet she’d still made her way over to dig into her own things to grab her soap and shampoo. The water wasn’t too high to them, but to her it was just reaching her chest which made it easy for her to just bend her knees a bit and hide her naked chest under the water.

Fortunately for her, the men didn’t have that luxury. Itachi’s frame was lean and athletic looking, muscles that he usually kept hidden so well under that damn cloak. Kisame though, his back and shoulders were wide and solid. She could see small lines on his rib cage that kissed at those abs she could just barely get a glimpse of since he wasn’t facing her. Oh, he had gills there too, Huh? What a feat… She glanced back at Itachi again, scanning his side but no gills there, pretty obvious since he wasn’t a fuckin’ blue man like Kisame was. Back to Kisame-

“Makika,”

Her eyes snapped up to his eyes, a blush on her cheeks and embarrassment shining in her eyes at being caught staring so blatantly. He wasn’t uncomfortable though, he was grinning down at her with his hair covered in suds that slid down his back slowly. “Yer bein’ a pervert.”

She snatched her soap and shampoo and drifted off to the other side of the rocks with her face red and nose bleeding, she was definitely being a pervert. Could you blame her? The most play she’d gotten was from men that weren’t even attractive, ones that literally had to pay her to spare them a glance. Now here she was, in the hot springs with two fine ass criminals. God, she was living a perverted dream.

She did her best to scrub herself down with soap under the water, and when she was satisfied with her body being cleaned she moved on to washing her hair that felt oily as ever. She hummed to herself as she scrubbed at her scalp for nearly an entire two minutes because of how damn good it felt, then she’d dunked herself entirely under the water to rid of the suds on her head. She wiped her face, peeking open an eye only to hiss when soap still made its way into her eyes. “Agh, bitch.”

Chuckles followed her curse, and not even seconds later did she feel a warm hand grasping at the back of her head. With her eyes closed, it was almost hard to tell which one of them it’d been had it not been for their size difference. The hand wasn’t that huge, so this had to be Itachi.

“Relax,”

She hadn’t even realized how tense her shoulders had gotten, or how her entire body had stilled at his touch for a moment. She breathed out a nervous laugh, trying to bring her hand up to scrub the soap from her eyes but his other hand grasped at her wrist before she could. “You’ll only rub it in. Keep your eyes closed and let me help you.” He said simply, the hand on her head gently urging her to turn around so that her back was facing him.

Reluctantly, she listened to him and turned her back to him even though she could feel Kisame’s eyes burning on her. On them.

Itachi didn’t have to speak, his gentle hands seemed to do most of the talking for him. The hand that was once on her head had slipped down so he could settle it on her waist under the water, his other hand gently pushing at her shoulder so she could lean back into his arm and float back into the water with his guidance. “Hold your breath.” he whispered, humming when she’d taken an intake of breath to follow his instructions. Then, he’d cupped water in his hand and gently brought it over her face to get rid of the soap that was bothering her so badly.

She’d nearly taken in a gulp of water when that nimble hand of his slid to her collarbones, testing the waters that were her boundaries. She was just thanking every fuckin’ god there was that they were already in water, because the burn in her belly.. She knew that burn. Her thighs clenching under the water was too obvious, because her knees had popped up to break the water's surface making both men's eyes fly to her knees.

“All done.” Itachi mumbled, helping her stand back up even though her face was red as ever and she was a little nervous to open her eyes. Though, when she did open her eyes she was upset she hadn’t opened them soon. Itachi’s cheeks were dusted pink, his onyx eyes scanning over her blushing face. Kisame on the other hand, was watching them both with his arms up on the edge of the hot spring.

His lids were droopy, beady eyes slightly hazy with what she was sure was lust. He really did like to watch…

“Oh please, keep going.” He urged, voice a rumble and lips tugged into a lazy smirk. Oh, Makika was sure she was about to have fun.

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here's a snippet ( chapter 11 ) from my Kakashi story, Blacksmith's Lover 🤪 this one has spice since that's what y'all like 😂

“Kashi-Chan,” Her voice called out to him in a gentle whisper, afraid to disrupt the silence that the darkness of the room had created. They were both laying in his bed, both terribly close to the edge nearest them because they were too afraid to reach out first to the person beside them. But Nozomi, her ego wasn’t that big that she could call out for him.. To see if he was still awake even if they’d been laying in the dark for what felt like hours pretending to be asleep.

It wasn’t like she was always afraid of the dark, only when there wasn’t the comfort of a fire to go along with it did she become nervous. There was no crackle of wood burning to sooth her nerves, no teasing sparks reaching out to her when she stared too long. Just darkness.. And the sound of their breathing.

“Hm?” He hummed, head turning to stare her way as if he could see her through the night. Which, he could. But he wasn’t going to tell her that. She looked tired, but her eyes kept dancing around the room as if she’d catch a shadow being anything but what she thought it was. “What’s wrong?” He nearly sat up, even though he knew for certain that they were safe here. He’d checked.

Her hand reaching out to him stopped him, he could tell she couldn’t really see in the dark because she’d tapped at his wrist before her fingers were trailing up his arm. She didn’t stop at his shoulder, she’d clumsily guided her way to feel his face to gently cup his cheek. “Nothing, I-I’m just scared of the dark.”

He turned his head to place a kiss on her palm that cupped his cheek, lips curling into a smirk at her words as if he found it funny. He did, it was funny that she was laying in bed with a ninja and she was more afraid of the dark. Then again, she’d never really had to see him be dangerous so he couldn’t really question it too much. “I’m here now, there’s no need to be afraid.” It was cheesy, sure, but it got her giggling.

She’d turned into even more of a mess of giggles when he’d snaked an arm around her waist to slide her across the bed and closer to him. Her reaching out for him was all the invitation he’d needed, and her nuzzling into his side.. It seemed she was braver than he was, so ready to accept affection even if she wasn’t sure he’d return it. He fucking liked that.

“Y’know, I didn’t think you liked me very much at first.” She admitted out loud, the hand that’d been cupping his cheek had moved down to rub slow circles on his abdomen that were quite soothing. Until the times her hand would dip dangerously low, like she was tempted to dig under the waistband of his sweatpants. She never did, she’d just picked up her head a bit so she could stare up into his eyes. Lips twitching into a smirk when the steady rise and fall of his chest seemed to pick up when that devilish hand of hers decided to tease him. “You were so professional.”

“I was on a mission, and we were surrounded by my students.”

It wasn’t an excuse, it was the truth. She was new here, she didn’t understand how seriously ninja took their job. She knew enough about it, but not enough for her to understand the mask of nonchalance he seemed to wear when he was working.

“That’s true…”

“Did I make you doubt your charm?” He was teasing now, remembering back to when they’d first met and she’d so readily asked to call him chan instead of san. She rolled her eyes at that, comfortable enough and brave enough to push herself up so she could maneuver her way to straddle him. That sharp intake of air he’d taken when her thighs squeezed at his sides didn’t make her doubt anything. She let out a breathless giggle when his large hands slid over her thighs and up her hips, feeling at her frame as if trying to memorize it in the dark.

“Nah, I am here in your bed, after all. Means I got what I want.” She dipped to press her lips against his for a kiss, one that he met her in the middle for because he’d sat up as she came down to crush their lips together. A moan that mixed with pleasure and shock slipped from her lips when one of Kakashi’s hands had slid up her back to tangle into her hair to tug her head back. Feverishly, his lips made their way to her jaw and neck to leave wet and sleepy kisses along her skin.

She felt him twitch beneath her, whether it was the sound she’d made or the taste of her skin she didn’t know. That didn’t matter, what mattered was the way his body shuttered against her when she’d reached around to palm his growing hard on through his sweat pants. “Nozo-”

“How bad do you want it, Kakashi?”

Both of his eyes snapped open at that sultry whisper of hers, his sharingan zoning in on that pretty face of hers that was staring down at him with a dark look in her eyes and her plump lips swollen from their kisses. He tried to lean forward again, to steal yet another kiss from his lips that were still shining with his saliva. She pulled back though, denying him with a shake of her head and a giggle that had his brows furrowing. “I asked you a question, Kakashi. How bad do you want it?”

His lips parted, a rumbling groan slipping from them when she rocked her hips against his tantalizingly slow to give him and her some friction. He had to fight his body's reaction of closing his eyes at the feeling so he could see that face she made, the way she’d bit at her bottom lip and her cheeks turned pink. “So bad,” His answer was a breathless whisper, one that almost sounded like a whimper since she’d squeezed at him through his sweats.

“Bad enough to let me do what I want for just a little?”

He nodded once, cheeks pink and chest heaving when she’d slid down his body just a bit so that she was straddling just one of his legs now. He’d helped her slide down the hem of his sweatpants, lifting his hips to assist her so his cock could spring free from its confines and jump to try and meet his bellybutton. Something that made her purr before her hands were reaching for it like she was ready to enjoy a new toy. “You’re the best boy.” She purred before her tongue was swirling around his tip, a sensation that had him throwing his head back against the bed with a desperate moan.

This was so much better than the scenes in Icha Icha Paradise.

He raised his head when he felt her mouth engulfing him, just so his sharingan could save that image in his brain , fucking sear it there for all he cared. Her pretty brown eyes peered up at him from under her lashes, mouth full and spit dribbling from her chin… His stomach clenched, the sight of her mixed with that beautiful feeling of her mouth on him was too damn-

“Did I say you could cum?” He blinked in surprise when she’d raised her head so suddenly, tone sharp and eyes narrowed on his blush covered face.

“Uh, w-no, I-I wasn’t!” It was a lie, not a very good one when they both knew if she would’ve kept going he would’ve come down her throat. She sat up on her knees, her hands on her hips and eyes narrowed down on him. But he wasn’t happy with the removal of her touch, so with a growl rumbling in his chest he moved quite fast to switch their positions.

It was him on top now, nestled between her legs so his saliva covered cock could grind along her panty covered core. She hadn’t bothered wearing pants to bed, she only even wore a shirt because she wasn’t home. Now though, she was regretting wearing even that.

“You said you’d let me do what I wanted.” She breathed in surprise, pouting up at him when he shook his head and rocked her hips against her own. One of his hands clenched at her thigh, keeping it pushed back so that her foot was settled on his shoulder. “But you were about to-”

“I’m not gonna cum.” He growled, hushing her with his lips and a sloppy kiss that stole her breath. It was a distraction really, because the hand that wasn’t pushing her leg back was brushing her panties to the side so that his cock teased at her wet slit. “You’re already wet?” He sounded surprised, but he didn’t give her time to answer before he was sinking into her with a whine slipping past his lips.

Beneath him, she writhed at the feeling of being filled. He was bigger than she was used to, that was for sure. His strokes were slow and deliberate at first, testing her body's reactions to the moves he’d made each time. Her face was twitched in pleasure, a face he didn’t think he’d forget any time soon. The moon light glinting off of her sweat covered face made it all the more ethereal to him, how easily the light seemed to find her even when tangled like this.

“Kakashi~” She moaned his name, stomach clenching with an upcoming orgasm she knew was to come. But her moans dwindled into a whine of displeasure when he pulled out, breathing harsh and sweat dripping down his bare chest as he began moving her around himself. Pushing her into the position of being on all fours, her chest pressed into the bed and ass high in the air just waiting for him.. “Kashi-Chan?”

“Did I say you could cum?” He repeated the very question she’d asked him moments before, that deep voice of his dipped into a serious tone that had her fighting the chill that went up her spine.

She didn’t answer for more than a few seconds, and he urged her to open her mouth with a smack to her ass that echoed through the room. It’d shaken her, it stung, and yet she still had to clench her thighs when it made her burn at her core more than she already was. “N-No.”

“I thought so.” He grumbled, and much to her surprise, his face disappeared behind the mound of her ass before she’d felt that glorious mouth of his licking at her pussy from behind. It wasn’t just the feeling that his skilled tongue gave her, but the slurping sounds he’d made as he’d gone at it that had moans tumbling from her lips and her fingers grasping at the sheets.

When he was satisfied with her taste, he’d raise his head with his mouth and chin glistening with her juices. Once again his fingers were entangling in her brown locks, pulling her head back so that she was forced to look back up at him at an almost uncomfortable angle. “You want to taste?” He asked, brow raised and eyes dark.

“Yes, sir.” Her answer came out raspy and breathless before her lips parted, trying to move up to reach him half way but his grip was a bit too strong for that. She whined when she couldn’t move her head, only to breathe out a sigh of relief when he’d nearly bent over her to kiss her sloppily.

That sigh of relief soon turned into moans of satisfaction when he’d brought his hand that wasn’t in her hair to guide his cock back inside of her. No longer were his strokes slow and deliberate, but now rough and on the quicker side. He couldn’t help it, not when she was bouncing back on him the way that she was and glancing back at him over her shoulder to see his face. That beautiful, strong back of her sprawled out as she reached out to grip the sheets with every stroke… “Fuck, Nozomi.” He moaned her name when she squeezed around him, her body warning him that once again she was nearing the edge of an orgasm.

“Can I cum now? Please?” She whined desperately, a hand reaching back for him the same way she’d reached for those sheets. He didn’t hesitate to slide a hand in hers, it only gave him more momentum to fuck her harder though. “Please, Kakashi?”

He had to twist his face up with concentration so he wouldn’t cum at the way her face fell and then twisted with euphoria when he nodded once, all the answer she needed to finally let that spring in her stomach unwind and come loose all over him as he pounded into her. When her body convulsed with her orgasm, eyes sliding shut and a cry slipping from her lips did he finally let himself cum right along with her. A strained groan leaving his own lips as his body practically curled around her own, a position they both remained in for mere seconds before they were letting out relieved sighs and falling onto their backs on the bed.

They both lay trying to catch their breath, cheeks pink and bodies coated in sweat after their endeavors. After a few minutes, they turned to one another as their hands reached out at the same time. They’d gravitated back to one another, legs tangling together and Nozomi nestling back onto Kakashi’s chest even though they were both sticky.

“Sure glad I stayed.” She hummed, earning a hearty chuckle from Kakashi as his fingers found their way back into her hair. This time, it wasn’t to tug at the strands for control though. It was to gently brush through the strands, brushing them away from her shoulders and neck as if he knew it’d bother her.

“Yeah? I didn’t disappoint?” He mused, voice husky with his growing exhaustion just like her. It wasn’t like he expected to, he was just a little weary considering how easily she seemed to take the lead with things.

She hummed in thought for a second, too long for him not to think she wasn’t trying to stall. Was he bad?

“Nah, you didn’t disappoint… But I didn’t say you could cum, Kashi-Chan.”

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Okay I got an idea for this Akatsuki story.

But um.... Cuck Kisame ? 👀

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I got some Itachi x OC fluff... And some Sasori x oC fluff if it's wanted 👀

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Did y'all want some more of that Kakashi story? Or uh... Are y'all just here for the smut part of it? ._.

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Chapter 3 of "BLACKSMITH'S LOVER" ❤️❤️

The trip had taken longer than the three days that she'd hoped for, it'd taken an entire five days. Team seven wasn't entirely to blame, Nozomi would get sidetracked by things she'd see on the side of the road and the children would follow right along with her. Kakashi was the only one keeping everyone on path, which became a hard task when not even he could help getting distracted himself. Not just with his Icha Icha Paradise, but by Nozomi herself.

He was usually stoic and pretty unreadable for the most part, people always assumed he was just bored of everything going on around him. It wasn't always true though, sometimes he was putting on a mask just so the people around him would feel comfortable enough to say what was really on their minds. That was what everyone did when they thought people weren't paying attention, if people weren't seeing the silliness that they were up to. He found that Nozomi didn't really care.. She was almost always saying what she was thinking...

"You should settle in and then check in with the Hokage.. He's probably wondering what took us so long." Kakashi tried not to seem too irritated about how long it'd taken them to get here to Konoha, as soon as they'd passed the gates he'd told his students to update the Hokage with a mission report without him so that he could walk Nozomi to her new home. "If you want, I could-"

"Escort me to the Hokage's office since today's my first day? Uh, yeah." The sassiness in her tone had him biting his tongue so he wouldn't spit out a rebuttal, but it wasn't like she noticed. She was too busy pushing her way into her new one story home, one that looked fairly small from the outside. Since it was just her, she probably didn't mind though.

She didn't waste time, she didn't even step into before she turned on her heel and went to grab some things from her carriage. All she needed was her bedding, some clothes and maybe some food she had stored for the day. She didn't need to set everything up right now, she didn't feel like it. Plus, she was pretty sure she was gonna have to cart most of the material around town anyway to get sales. She didn't have a storefront yet, the Hokage didn't offer that just yet. She didn't wanna overstep any boundaries by asking for more though, she was already living in a free home.

"Do you need help?" He sounded unsure, looking from her open front door to the carriage as if the visible options were a bit much.

"Kashi-San," she laughed out his name, throwing her head back since her hair had gotten into her eyes when she'd turned to look at him. His shoulders were a little slouched and his hands were buried in his pockets in the same stance she'd kept seeing Sasuke in on their journey here. Maybe the little shit got it from his sensei then... "You don't have to help, but that would be appreciated. You can come in, look around the same way I am." She flashed a shy smile, one that he didn't get to admire very long before she'd hurried back into the home to put her things away.

At first, he stood there and contemplated. His one eyes looking at the one bag of luggage that was poking out since she'd been looking through them all so recklessly. It was practically calling out for him to grab, to give him a reason to step into those confines that were now hers for him to be the first person besides her to be inside.

He mentally cursed her sultry voice calling out to him during the last mornings of camping, it was that specifically that had his chest stirring with an unfamiliar sense of something...

He grabbed the luggage with one hand and snatched up a smaller book bag in his other hand. Only then did he turn back and reluctantly follow her into the home, eye peering around with slight caution. When she'd come back into the living area, he was standing right in the middle holding her bags looking around. She couldn't help but smirk at how serious he looked from that one eye that she could see, like he was always in ninja mode and preparing for some type of battle.

"Safe in here, don't worry. The mission is over.. Right?" she raised a brow, hip cocked and arms crossed over her chest as she gave him an appreciative once over when he'd looked away. He was tall, taller than her by just a few inches and even though he had on ninja attire she could tell he had an athletic build... And not just because he'd carried her for a day of travel to make up for a lack of them making progress.

Kakashi nodded, setting the bags in his hand down so that he could make his way around the room. He circled it slowly, eye still scanning and air around him serious as ever. When he was satisfied, he made his way to stand before her. His steps slow and steady as if he were teasing her with his proximity, he'd start off across the room and his steps would sound far away even though her dark eyes were still on him. And then he'd get closer, and his steps sounded like her thundering heart beat in her ears. "Yeah, mission's over. Just making sure the area is clear, which it is.. Don't know about your bedroom though."

As plainly as he'd said it, a blush flared across her fakes at how cheeky it was. Well... either he was being cheeky or she was the pervert here because her mind instantly resorted to bedroom activities. "Kashi-Sa-"

"The kids aren't around, I'm not on the clock anymore, Nozo-Chan." He ducked his head a bit, taking a step closer so that she could feel his body heat radiating off of him. He was within arms reach now, she was too nervous to uncross her arms from her chest because she knew it meant she'd probably touch him accidentally now.. When he did raise his head again, his eye danced across her blushing face to scan her reaction. She seemed surprised, yes... But not uncomfortable, a fantastic sign. "I think I can call you that considering how much time we spent on the road together, don't you?"

His head tilted a bit, and her eyes had to follow his so they wouldn't break eye contact. "So I can call you Kashi-Chan then?"

"How come you only call me nicknames and never my actual name? What if I want to hear it?" He took on a tone of mock confusion, a teasing light in his eye when she took a subtle step back when he crossed his arms over his own chest to mock her stance. She narrowed her eyes at that, tilting her head to mock him now.

"You wanna hear me say your name, Kashi-Chan? I don't do that unless people make me."

It was a challenge, a very clear challenge that Kakashi was more than ready to take on. She was taken by surprise when he breathed out a chuckle, she could tell even from under that damn mask that a smile made its way onto his face by the way his eye stretched a bit. A twinkle of amusement in it as if she'd told a joke, or said something funny he hadn't heard before. She was mostly surprised because she'd barely even heard him laughing at his students, and they were fuckin' hilarious. Well.. to her they were, especially Naruto.

"I will.. Maybe after you're introduced to the Hokage. Ready for that?" He was subtly changing the subject, making her suck her teeth and throw her head back with a groan because that meant she had to get serious. Meeting with the Hokage for her wasn't a mission statement, she had to state her business and affairs. She'd been invited here, sure. But that didn't mean she wasn't capable of being a spy of some kind so she understood the Hokage's caution.

He was an extremely formal man, as far as she knew he greeted everyone who came into the village. It wasn't exactly personal considering that people were immediately brought to him once they passed the gates, but it still counted. "Ugh, fine."

He didn't bother hiding his amusement when she bumped her shoulder against his to go by him, it wasn't like he could see it. But he did have to bite his tongue so he wouldn't laugh when she'd tripped over one of the bags he'd set down as they left. She glared at him over her shoulder when she locked the door behind her, only for her glare to wither away when she noticed he wasn't even paying attention to her.

Or it seemed that way, anyway.

Luckily for the both of them, the Hokage's office wasn't too far from her new home. It'd only taken a solid fifteen minutes of walking for them to come to the official building. The walk had been fairly silent, mostly because Nozomi was too busy thinking about the interaction they'd had in the entry of her bedroom.. He'd been so much more straightforward than he had been the entire time they'd spent together. They'd walked for five days and not once did he try to do anything unprofessional, which is why she wasn't even sure if he'd take up her offer of helping her bring things inside.

Kakashi on the other hand was trying to mentally debate on whether or not he should let himself fall into the temptation that was Nozomi. She seemed interested and he would be stupid if he said he wasn't, she was a beautiful woman that was close in age... She was a business woman, one that was crafting things he knew were of value to him in his line of work. Would it be too bad to mix business with pleasure right now?

"Here we are." Kakashi mumbled, stopping in front of the doors that led to the Hokage's office. He would enter with her, yes. But he couldn't stay in the room while the Hokage spoke to her unless it was permitted by the man himself. He knocked twice, not mentioning anything about the starstruck look on Nozomi's face as she looked around the grand entrance and building as if she'd seen nothing like it before. When he heard a strong 'enter' from the other side, he held open the door and gestured for her to enter. "Ladies first."

Sending a bashful smile his way she entered the room with her hands clasped in front of her, trying to keep her shoulders squared and back straight to look as proud as she felt to even be in the same room as a leader. But to the others, she still seemed anxious. Her forehead was coated in a sheen of sweat and the smile on her face was shaky, you would've thought she was up to no good.

"Woah.. I'm in the same room as the Hokage." She breathed, sounding dazzled by the idea. The old man grinned from behind his desk, his robes looking heavier and holier than she could've ever imagined a Hokage's attire to be. He looked wise just like she thought he would, his tired eyes still seemed bright though. Probably because he was amused by the look on her face. "It's an honor to be here, sir."

She snapped into attention once she realized his eyes were on her, she didn't have to be a ninja to know you were meant to give him your utmost respect when you were in his presence. She smacked her hands at her sides and bowed at a ninety degree angle, not even bothering to tuck her long hair behind her ears when it'd created curtains around her face to hide it.

"You may rise." The Hokage said with a rumbling chuckle, voice deep and full of authority. She listened quicker than she could even question it, snapping right back up to meet his eyes. "Nozomi, the blacksmith from the Land of the Waves... Your weapons have made their way across nations to find my own, and I've been painted impressed."

Kakashi stood silent, patiently waiting to be dismissed but the Hokage hadn't even acknowledged him yet much to his frustration. So he'd shut the door quietly behind him so he could stand with his hands at his side, at full attention until he was told otherwise.

"Ninjas have been fusing their chakra with their weapons for as long as I can remember, yet somehow.. I've never seen them be able to do it the way it's able to be done with your weapons. I can tell you take inspiration from the craftsmen who created the swords that're carried by the seven swordsmen." He tucked his chin between his thumb and pointer finger, staring at her with a thoughtful expression on his face as if he hadn't already thought of ways she'd be useful to Konoha. In the Land of the Waves she was still an asset, but one that was too far for them to benefit much off of.

It was likely that she could be recruited by other nations if they'd caught wind of the capabilities her weapons had before Konoha, so he hadn't wasted time when he'd caught sight of something she'd crafted. When the ninja who had acquired the weapon channeled their chakra into it, it was trapped there. However, that chakra was no longer a part of the ninja chakra system. It was like the weapon cut off the chakra supply when you did, yet maintained the chakra and let it brew. He'd asked questions upon questions, like did the weapon have its own chakra before you picked it up? Because that would make the most sense...

But no.. The weapon didn't come with its own chakra supply, or if it did.. It only seemed to come alive when someone else's chakra was added onto it. It was beyond fascinating.

"You can tell based on my blades? That's pretty cool!" Her lips stretched into a grin, body relaxing at what felt like praise from such a high figure. "Growin' up I apprenticed with my fair share of blacksmiths and swordsmen so I could learn a thing or two. If I'd come to Konoha sooner I probably would've been able to expand my horizons but y'know... We only just got that bridge."

"Hopefully you settle well," He smiled warmly, and his eyes briefly jumped over to Kakashi who just so happened to have his eyes trained on Nozomi's back as she spoke to the Hokage. "Kakashi treating you well?"

Nozomi glanced back at him, making them lock eyes for a split second and make both of them blush at the eye contact. She let out an awkward laugh as she nodded, her cheeks pink and eyes suddenly avoiding meeting another persons.

"Yeah, he's been helpful. He even helped me bring some bags in."

"Oh, did he?" The Hokage let out a soft hum of interest, eyebrow raising at that because he swore Kakashi was too damn lazy of a ninja to help someone with something as silly as their luggage. Not unless he was getting paid for it, and in this case... he wasn't.

"Mhmm, real strong man."

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January 25th, 2026

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