𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗲

fwb!hot pants who keeps being your friend and roommate, you and her share the same friend group and when they come over to your apartment, none of them know that hours earlier Hot Pants was three fingers deep inside of you, making you cum all over her hand in the couch. None of them even suspect that you are something else than friends.

fwb!hot pants who likes to cuddle after sex and doesn't know how terrible that makes you feel. Not because it's not good, but because it feels too real. She fucks you, she makes you cry and beg, but she's also the one who wipes away your tears with kisses and grabs a towel to clean between your thighs. She keeps you tucked on her chest, her short nails drawing lines in your back, it tickles, but you never say anything.

fwb!hot pants who hates when you get jealous. She can't stand you when you get pouty or visibly sad because someone who isn't you is having her attention. It's too embarrassing for her. One time, you two were at a party and some pretty girl comes up to her to chat and maybe flirt a little (nothing that would lead to anything, Hot Pants was sure that she was fucking you tonight, not anyone else). But when you spot them, you clung to her side, head on her shoulder and even whining in her ear about how you wanted to leave.

"Goddamn, babe, get off me!" she said between laughs, shaking her shoulder a little.

Your face burns hot as you grab her wrist tight. "We're leaving," you mutter, voice barely cutting through the music but sharp enough that she raises an eyebrow.

She lets you pull her out anyway, but not without a little laugh that makes a few heads turn your way. Someone whispers something, god, this is humiliating. You drag her outside onto the quiet street, the cool air hitting your skin as the door swings shut behind you.

You spin on her, arms crossed tight over your chest. "Why do you always have to act like a bitch?"

"Excuse me?" Her mouth opened to say more, but you were faster.

"You-you were flirting with her and... treating me like shit all night!" You raised your voice just a little out of frustrating.

Hot Pants sighs, running a hand through her short hair. She looks annoyed but still so hot under the streetlight, and that just makes you madder. "Babe, seriously? You pulled me out for that. Everyone saw you acting all clingy and dramatic."

"Stop doing that! Stop trying to embarrassing me in front of everyone!" You're getting more and more frustrated each time, not being able to remember every phrase you mentally prepared for this moment.

"Listen, I'm sorry I embarrassed you, yeah?" Hot Pants nods, not even sounding sorry at all. "But you can't get this mad for some innocent flirting. We are nothing serious, remember? Maybe if you weren't glued to my side every second, other women would actually flirt with you too. You're scaring them off acting like this."

Her words sting deep, making your eyes water even as your heart races. She doesn't say anything softer, she stands in front of you, waiting for your tears to run down your cheeks so she can raise her hand and clean them with the thumb.

"C'mon, I'll take you home, you're drunk."

You let her grab your hand without a word or a complain. Truth is, you haven't touched a drop of alcohol tonight but still, you let her fuck you that same night even if it makes you feel dirty.

fwb!hot pants who keeps being your friend and roommate, you and her share the same friend group and when they come over to your apartment, none of them know that hours earlier Hot Pants was three fingers deep inside of you, making you cum all over her hand in the couch. None of them even suspect that you are something else than friends.

fwb!hot pants who likes to cuddle after sex and doesn't know how terrible that makes you feel. Not because it's not good, but because it feels too real. She fucks you, she makes you cry and beg, but she's also the one who wipes away your tears with kisses and grabs a towel to clean between your thighs. She keeps you tucked on her chest, her short nails drawing lines in your back, it tickles, but you never say anything.

fwb!hot pants who hates when you get jealous. She can't stand you when you get pouty or visibly sad because someone who isn't you is having her attention. It's too embarrassing for her. One time, you two were at a party and some pretty girl comes up to her to chat and maybe flirt a little (nothing that would lead to anything, Hot Pants was sure that she was fucking you tonight, not anyone else). But when you spot them, you clung to her side, head on her shoulder and even whining in her ear about how you wanted to leave.

"Goddamn, babe, get off me!" she said between laughs, shaking her shoulder a little.

Your face burns hot as you grab her wrist tight. "We're leaving," you mutter, voice barely cutting through the music but sharp enough that she raises an eyebrow.

She lets you pull her out anyway, but not without a little laugh that makes a few heads turn your way. Someone whispers something, god, this is humiliating. You drag her outside onto the quiet street, the cool air hitting your skin as the door swings shut behind you.

You spin on her, arms crossed tight over your chest. "Why do you always have to act like a bitch?"

"Excuse me?" Her mouth opened to say more, but you were faster.

"You-you were flirting with her and... treating me like shit all night!" You raised your voice just a little out of frustrating.

Hot Pants sighs, running a hand through her short hair. She looks annoyed but still so hot under the streetlight, and that just makes you madder. "Babe, seriously? You pulled me out for that. Everyone saw you acting all clingy and dramatic."

"Stop doing that! Stop trying to embarrassing me in front of everyone!" You're getting more and more frustrated each time, not being able to remember every phrase you mentally prepared for this moment.

"Listen, I'm sorry I embarrassed you, yeah?" Hot Pants nods, not even sounding sorry at all. "But you can't get this mad for some innocent flirting. We are nothing serious, remember? Maybe if you weren't glued to my side every second, other women would actually flirt with you too. You're scaring them off acting like this."

Her words sting deep, making your eyes water even as your heart races. She doesn't say anything softer, she stands in front of you, waiting for your tears to run down your cheeks so she can raise her hand and clean them with the thumb.

"C'mon, I'll take you home, you're drunk."

You let her grab your hand without a word or a complain. Truth is, you haven't touched a drop of alcohol tonight but still, you let her fuck you that same night even if it makes you feel dirty.

“So, kid,” he drawled, “ are you always this shy when the drinks start flowing? Or is it just us making you nervous?” His hand landed on your knee, giving it a squeeze that lingered a second too long.

Tsunade laughed, she was definitely drunker than you, her cheeks pink and her eyes half-lidded as she pressed closer. Her massive chest brushed against your arm, soft and warm even through her top. 

“Leave her alone, pervert. Can’t you see she’s enjoying the view?” Then, without missing a beat, she tilted her head and let her gaze drop right to your chest. “Though I gotta say, those tits of yours look fantastic. Perky and full. Bet they feel even better.”

Heat shot straight through you. You swallowed hard, but the words came out before you could stop them. “That’s a nice compliment coming from you, Lady Tsunade. Yours are... legendary.”

Jiraiya barked out a laugh, scooting even nearer until his thigh was flush against yours. “Hah! Hear that, Tsunade? The girl’s got good taste.” 

His fingers traced lazy circles on your knee, inching higher up your leg. Tsunade’s hand finally slipped lower, resting just above your hip, her thumb stroking the side of your waist. You felt very hot, your panties getting wetter from all the attention.

“You know,” Tsunade whispered, her breath warm against your ear, “I like how you look all pretty between us.” She nipped at your earlobe lightly, making you shiver. “Bet you've got all kinds of secrets under that outfit. Care to share with your Hokage?”

“L-Lady Tsunade…”

Jiraiya’s hand moved bolder now, sliding up your thigh as he leaned in to whisper on your other side. “We can show you a really good time, y’know. We’re not feeling very professional tonight." His fingers brushed the inside of your leg, so close it made your breath catch.

Tsunade’s arm tightened around you, pulling you against her curves while Jiraiya’s touch kept exploring higher.

Jiraiya laughed, shoving his shoulder against hers as he tried to nudge her out of the way. His hand slid up your other thigh, fingers brushing teasingly close to your entrance but not quite touching. “Like hell, Tsunade. I’ve been dreaming about burying my face in a sweet pussy like this for years.”

“Why would I care about that?” She says, shoving her shoulder back against his.

They kept arguing right there between your legs, their hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin, making you squirm and leak even more. Tsunade pushed Jiraiya’s face back with her palm, leaning down so close her lips almost brushed your clit. “She’s mine first, she won’t need your dick after I’m done with her.”

“No one’s talking about dicks, Tsunade.” He rolls his eyes dramatically. “I’m gonna suck on that puffy clit until she’s begging for more.”

“More of me, obviously,” she adds right away. 

You could barely think straight, your body throbbing with need while they bickered like competitive idiots, both so eager to be the first one to taste you. Their hands kept roaming over your naked body, squeezing your tits and stroking your hips as they fought for position. It was so hot watching them argue over who got to eat your wet pussy first. 

But you were getting tired and needy.

“Enough already!” you snapped, voice coming out sharper and a little angry from all the frustration. You pushed up on your elbows, glaring down at both of them between your spread legs. “Just eat me out at the same time, gosh! Stop fighting and do it together before I lose my mind!”

Tsunade and Jiraiya both paused, then grinned, you just gave them the best idea ever. “Greedy girl,” Jiraiya chuckled.

Tsunade dove in first, her warm tongue dragging flat and rough right up your soaked slit, licking up all your juices while Jiraiya attacked from the side, sucking your swollen clit into his mouth hard. The feeling hit you like lightning, two mouths on your pussy at once.. Tsunade pushed her tongue deep inside you, fucking you with it in messy strokes while Jiraiya flicked and sucked on your clit.

You cried out, hips bucking wildly, but they held you down. Tsunade’s strong hands gripped your thighs, spreading you even wider as she ate you out sloppily, moaning into your pussy like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted. Jiraiya was rougher than you expected, his beard scratching your sensitive skin while he sucked harder, occasionally letting his tongue join hers to lap at your entrance together.

It was too much. Way too good. Their tongues slid against each other and against your folds, wet sounds filling the room as they devoured you. Pleasure crashed through you in huge waves, making your legs shake uncontrollably. You regretted it almost immediately. 

“Wait— oh fuck, it’s too much!” you gasped, but they didn’t slow down.

Tsunade growled against your pussy and shoved her tongue deeper, curling it just right while Jiraiya sucked your clit faster, one of his fingers pushing inside you alongside her tongue. The stretch, the heat, the way they worked together had you screaming. Your orgasm hit so hard your vision went blurry, but they kept going, licking and sucking through it until you were thrashing and sobbing from the overstimulation.

Another climax ripped through you right after, even stronger. Your whole body tensed up, pussy clenching around their tongues as they kept eating you out like they were starving. It felt so insanely good it almost hurt. Your mind went blank, pleasure overloading everything.

The last thing you remembered was Tsunade moaning something dirty while Jiraiya sucked your clit one more time. Then everything faded to black as you passed out from the overwhelming bliss, body twitching helplessly on the sheets.

It took him a few moments to catch up, missing the cute sounds of your moans. 

“Hey, kid—” Jiraiya lifted his gaze, seeing your eyes closed and your mouth half-opened. “Shit, Tsunade, did we kill her?”

She was already kneeling beside you, shaking your shoulders a little for you to gain your consciousness back. “Don’t be dramatic, asshole. She just passed out from pleasure.”

He forms an ‘o’ with his mouth, nodding along Tsunade’s words. “So we are that good.”

“Bring her a glass of water, c’mon.”