obito is alive

You murmured, too shy to speak more loudly. "I don't... You're imagining things."

His chuckle sent a vibration against your ear, giving you goosebumps all down your spine. Kakashi’s fingers brushed the hair from your shoulder until his lips touched your cheek.

"I must say I didn't hear you. Can you repeat that, darling?"

He probably won't keep quiet about his little discovery for a long time. And you probably won't be as annoyed as you seem, maybe you'll even sing for him if he asks more nicely.

⟢ Itachi Uchiha

Itachi is a man of surprises when you least expect them.

Sometimes your heart would burst with joy when he came home early from missions, and other times you would be overcome with sadness when months went by without him. So you both decided not to make any predictions, because life is too varied and spontaneous to predict the future in a shinobi world.

That’s why you didn’t mind spending your last nights surrounded by musical notes, both literally and figuratively. Itachi didn’t necessarily know, not because you kept it a secret from him, but simply because you didn’t have the time to get to know each other on such a personal level, even though you knew from the beginning that you were meant for each other.

At least that’s what you thought.

Surprised by the scene in front of him, Itachi noticed your sleeping body, curled up on the couch. It seemed that the deprivation of sleep in his absence had really knocked you down, otherwise, there was no explanation for the chaos in the room and all the papers and pens, ink from everywhere.

Before taking you to your room, he noticed something in his peripheral vision that made him frown. Musical notes? After getting the sheet from the floor, he began analyzing the words. The writing was clearly yours. Above the partita, he read the small, almost hidden title.

Senya - Itachi

Is this a composition for him? But most importantly, since when his partner has been a hidden artist?

He tried to analyze your childhood quickly for clues, especially since both of you grew up together. A particular memory that appeared before him caused his eyes to widen.

You, yelled at by your parents when instead of preparing to be a strong shinobi, you dare to occupy your time with something else.

“[Name], stop wasting time with this nonsense! Who do you think will give a damn about your little foolish notes scribbled on these old papers when this village is at risk? Why aren’t you more like the boy you always hang out with, the Uchiha one? Didn’t you learn anything from being around him?!”

Maybe he shouldn’t have been eavesdropping; even if it wasn’t intentional. Through the narrow door gap, he saw you crying and being scolded, and he felt a new, unfamiliar emotion. Angry? Angry that someone was treating you, his friend, like that? And when you thought you saw him that time, you were hopeful that maybe it was just a hallucination of your mind.

Now, Itachi came up beside you, kneeling on one knee, his other hand reaching towards your face as his slender fingers brushing your hair aside to reveal your vulnerable expression, the fragility of your beauty in that moment.

You blinked, your eyes furrowed in confusion before opening them slightly.

“Itachi?” The back of his hand lingered on your cheek while the first thing you saw was his faint smile. “You’re back!” He nodded at your enthusiastic voice despite the tiredness behind it as you embraced him. With your head over his shoulder, your eyes took in your surroundings.

As you nuzzle more into his neck, Itachi didn’t miss the curse under your mouth.

“[Name]? Will you look at me?”

You swear you heard a little chuckle when you shake your head in disapproval and by the glint in his eyes when you eventually find the courage to do so, it surely was.

“Well... I guess I have some answers to give, am I right?”

He reassured you, patting your head tenderly.

“Only when you are ready to.”

You nod, thankful for his patience. Still, you couldn’t resist the curiosity.

“D-did you also see the...”

The look in his eyes was telling you enough, enough to groan in despair as you lowered your head until it landed on his chest. Such a precious soul he managed to encounter in his life. Maybe too precious for the misery he had lived, leaving imprints on his destructive soul.

He put his arms around you, murmuring in your ear with such softness, reflecting how much you touched his heart for writing a song for him.

“I’ll cherish it. Thank you, [Name].”

⟢ Madara Uchiha (ㅤaltered scenario)

Yarigakure, the Village Hidden by Spears has a distinct warrior culture and deep religious affiliations. However, underneath, Yarigakure is a poor village with many homeless people, orphans, and maimed due to the wars inflicted on them.

After losing his brother, Madara finds himself once in a while at the church. Because if a God exists, he must find a proof, even a small signal to make him go further, to guide him so his hatred deep rooted in the soul to not take control of him, making him hopeless.

And maybe He did. He did give him what he needed - at least that’s Madara’s reasoning for him to meet you. To spare him from misery, from a bloody future.

His head raised along with the others at the sudden movements in front of him and behind the priest. Performers — ones by voice, ones by instruments. Yet, his eyes landed on you from the start to the end.

Some may say that unusual forces drive him in like a magnet, to your angelic appearance along with your voice. But Madara could recognize that expression, that hidden expression. The fire in your eyes is burning.

As you were putting all the emotions you could have, releasing at least a bit of your pain, the thoughts in the back of your mind told you someone, someone with a strong presence watched you. Only at the end you lock eyes with him. When the recital was finished.

But it was like you already knew where to look to find him, without wandering your eyes. He was indeed brought into your life purposely.

It was a matter of fact when your first contact would be. From that moment, Madara had more frequent visits, but without success of seeing you again.

Until one day when he found you again. The longing from before was enough to make his stone heart break a little. He waited for you and you waited for him to come. His first words were enough to make it official.

“From the second I laid my eyes on you, it was clear to me that you must be someone I should meet. And something is telling me I’m not the only one who shares this feeling.”

⟢ Obito Uchiha

After a difficult day with his made-out-of-stone friend, Obito was preparing to leave the ANBU headquarters to go home. Although trained for such situations, he still jumped when Rin called out to him just as he was leaving the building.

"Obito! Hey, wait a second."

"Rin?" He looked at her as she gave him a small flyer that he didn't have time to read because Rin already wanted to leave. "What's this? Why are you leaving so suddenly?!"

But Rin only smiled, waving at him as she started to leave.

"I know you don't feel like yourself these days! Maybe you want to see my friend here! I'll be there."

He blinked twice, confused by the sudden events. As he looked down at the flyer, furrowing his eyebrows at the small words, murmuring along with them, Kakashi also exited through the door.

"A gathering in the Konoha village family can bring smiles even to the most innocent, deprived souls. We look forward to seeing you there."

What the fuck is this?

He was startled once again when Kakashi spoke. (Maybe he should get fired from the position as a member, but maybe the fact that he was so unskilled by the confusing encounter with Rin was a good excuse.)

“Probably something charitable. By the look of the instruments drawn here, most likely a musical one.”

Why should he go to this kind of thing? It wasn't something he would go to.

He thought for a second before speaking.

"Do you wanna—"

"No."

His shoulders dropped at his friend's plain tone, even though he started walking along with him, sighing as he spoke mindlessly.

"Did you know Rin's friend?"

***

Obito felt a little bit uncomfortable, sitting in the wooden chair, cramped between all these people. Yet, he forced a smile when Rin gave him one, not daring to complain since she only wanted to make him feel better like a good friend would do.

Already bored, Obito looked around at the people instead, ignoring for a while how a random girl sat down on a chair in the middle of the stage. Just then, some burly guys came in with an massive instru—a harp?! next to her.

Perplexed by the size of the harp, his eyes fell on you only after, shocked for the second time that day. Who are you?

You looked so angelic in that white dress of yours, dropping low on the floor like a princess you only hear about in history books. Not that he knew one to compare, he wasn't usually very attentive in class before. But if a princess ever existed, it was definitely someone similar to what he was seeing right now.

Just before it started, you looked over at Rin, smiling at each other, but that wasn't all. Maybe out of curiosity about who Rin might come with, you looked at him too. And maybe it was delusional or his mind slowed the moment, but it seemed you looked at him purposefully too. Like you also had a flicker of interest.

Or maybe he is delusional.

He felt himself shed a tear by the end of the song, his eyes couldn't be moved from the place you stayed for so long. What was more concerning was that he also put almost all his money for that month into this event.

You were here, where the donations were made. And when he dropped the money in the basket on the table at the exit door, you made sure you smiled at him.

His eyes flushed for a long time, even after he left.

It was only a matter of time until the real victim here would be so annoyed by the actions of both of you, too embarrassed or scared to say anything about the chemistry between the two of you. The real victim was Rin.

Finally, she encouraged Obito enough to talk to you. Enough so that he wouldn't miss any future events to he saw you and to stay after the event to talk at least a little bit.

Courting you took so long because of his shyness, even though by now he was pretty convinced you liked him too.

Until the day he asked you to be his lover.

He dropped to one knee, looking at you after you playing a song on the harp just for him.

"[Name], I can't take it any longer."

"Obito?"

You panicked when he lowered himselr, not knowing what to expect, if he was sick or—

"Will you be with me? Will you spend your days with me from now?”

You almost cried when he asked you that time, hugging him with all your strength and taking his breath away as your sweet voice calmed the turmoil inside him from the fear of rejection.

"Yes, yes! How long have I wanted you to ask me, Obito…”

He caressed you, holding you even tighter again his chest.

"Oh...my dear baby. She waited for me, did she?.”

⟢ Sasuke Uchiha

After you unpacked in your new home, in the Uchiha estate now finished from the post-war repairs, you settled down on a couch, tired.

You opened one eye when the light beneath your eyelids dimmed from Sasuke’s shadow.

“Hm?”

You blinked, as if waking up, when you saw him with that massive box — though not that heavy — containing an instrument dear to you, unused for a long time.

“What’s this?”

You appreciated that he hadn’t gone through your personal things, maybe embarrassed by your old passion, untouched for so long considering the times you lived through.

When you stuttered, Sasuke raised an eyebrow, suspicious.

“Ahm, n-nothing important. Leave it, I’ll put it away myself.”

“So I can throw it away?”

He tested you, and you confirmed immediately that you were hiding something when you stood up flustered, gesturing.

“No, no! Just… leave it.”

Now he was even more curious than before. He wasn’t the type to insist, but something told him it wasn’t about hiding something from him — you were ashamed of it. His insistent gaze cornered you.

You tried to take it from his hand, but without success; Sasuke didn’t budge, only looked at you. After a silent eye-contact battle, you even lost here, though no ability had been used. Sighing, you sat back down on the couch.

“I used to play it. I liked it quite a lot.”

He leaned down, taking the violin case with him and touching it gently, thinking about what you had said. Obviously your soul had been too burdened to have time for such distractions.

“I understand.”

You smiled at him, still with a heavy heart, leaving the situation as it was.

Only that one random day, when he returned home from the neighboring village, Sasuke placed a placard next to the coffee you were sipping, now propped on the table.

“What’s this?”

You looked at it curiously as you took the placard in both hands, while Sasuke said nothing. He left you alone to read about the amateur musical festival in Konoha, watching every micro-expression of yours.

When you lifted your gaze, your cheeks were already flushed that he had thought of you.

“But I haven’t played in so long. I’m going to embarrass myself. You don’t even know how I—”

“It doesn’t matter.” You blinked, opening your mouth in surprise. “You’ll practice. I’ll support you with whatever you need.” His cheeks were no longer their usual pale, having a bit of color as well. “Only if you want to.”

You gulped, swallowing with a dry throat from the emotion bubbling up. In the end, you nodded.

Though you wanted it to be a surprise — for him to hear, for the first time on stage, a song dedicated to him — Sasuke can’t lie that he didn’t secretly listen to you while you practiced, at least a few notes every now and then, learning late what piece you were playing.

Experience, Ludovico Einaudi.

But he was glad he had watched you without your knowledge; otherwise his heart would have shattered from emotion seeing, without any preparation, how angelic you looked, how beautiful you were, and how much passion you poured especially into the intense parts of the piece, where you never took your eyes off him.

Sasuke, almost hypnotized, with no lyrics spoken — only the emotion behind the melody he wasn’t familiar with — felt his cheek grow damp with a tear.

⟢ Shisui Uchiha

Sighing, you sat down in the circle around the fire. After a specific ANBU mission, you could say you were just as exhausted as your friends. Well, maybe not just your friends.

You and Shusui had agreed that you would not make your relationship official in front of everyone, at least not yet. So when he sat down on the other side of the fire next to Itachi, the only thing you could do was smile briefly at each other, as only your eyes could convey the thrilling secret that only the two of you knew.

Gekko, on the other hand, sat down next to you, giving you a peculiar smile while his gaze fell afterwards on the others as if he were about to reveal a state secret.

"What would be appropriate for a campfire with dear friends?"

You played along, urging him to reveal what he has under up his sleeve.

"I don't know, Gekko. What would that be?"

He pulled out a small, slightly worn guitar, probably passed down from generation to generation. When your eyes lit up, Gekko had a smug on his face.

"Oh? Something tells me we have a singer among us?"

You waved your hand, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Eh, I haven't sung in a long time."

He handed you the guitar and you instinctively took it from his hand. Why not?

Although it was a slower version of "Blue Bird," you felt a lot of warmth in your soul as the rest murmured the lyrics under their breath along with you.

Mezashita no wa

Aoi aoi ano sora

You didn't know that Shisui had stopped talking to Itachi as soon as Gekko started talking to you. And it wasn't hard for him to notice that you had been avoiding his gaze until now, perhaps embarrassed by your hidden talent.

Only at the end, when you sang side by side, did Shisui get more comfortable after the shocking news. His arms were on his raised knees, sitting back. His gaze was only on you.

When your eyes met at the final, Shisui’s lovely smile widened, almost making you shedding a tear.

***

Only when everyone went to bed, Shisui's shadow appeared for a millisecond in front of you, cast by the tree behind from where his hand reached out, pulling you by the arm like a perfect kidnapping could happen.

You gasped in surprise, your eyes widening until you noticed who the man in front of you was. At the recognition, you pushed him in the chest, leaning your body against the tree.

“Shisui! You scared me!”

He chuckled, shoving his hands in his training pants pockets as he looked down at you with that addictive, charming smile.

“Yeah? Don’t tell me you're under the strong ANBU member, you are actually a frightened kitten.”

You pout, cheeks turning red at his teasing. Tilting your head, you try to avoid his gaze until a finger under the chin raises your head for his eyes to lock on yours.

“I didn’t know my girl was such a talented artist.”

You gulped, eyes softening at his praise.

“You exaggerate like always, Shisui.”

He smirked, staying still one more time until his hands suddenly embraced your body, raising you from the ground while your hands pushed on his shoulders for support.

“Shisui!”

He turned you around like he was dancing a part of a tango dance, making you giggle in the process.

The scene seemed ripped from a romantic book - two lovers enjoying each other's presence under the moonlight.

⟢ Gaara

Being Gaara's lover was something to be grateful for. Although it certainly meant that your personal life and passions had to take a back seat due to limited time. Not that he ever asked you to help him with anything, on the contrary, he wanted to give you everything without you even lifting a finger to reward you for the loyalty and support you had always given him since he met you.

He didn't expect Temari's friend to be the person he would give his life for.

As you visited the places destroyed by the Akatsuki invasion, your gaze fell on an instrument you hadn't seen since childhood. A piano.

Your melancholic gaze made Gaara, who was looking at you from the side, speak.

"[Name], everything okay?"

Surprised, you felt bad that your own concerns had taken priority in your mind over the people who had been left homeless, so you just muttered, shaking your head disapprovingly, ready to go somewhere else.

"Nothing, it's nothing. Let's go, Lord Kazekage."

You winked at him, just enough to distract him and turn his cheek with your innocent teasing.

But still, late in the day, Gaara sighed as he leafed through some reports on plans for the village's restoration. Temari, next to Kankuro, raised an eyebrow at his sudden, silent emotional outburst, used to seeing him as a stoic man. At least towards others.

"Eeh? Is Kazekage Gaara tired already? Reconsidering his choice of being a leader?"

Kankuro rolled his eyes, used to Temari's antics. But to their surprise, they widened their eyes when Gaara suddenly opened up a bit without realizing it. You managed to change him a bit here, too.

"Nonsense. Just something on my mind about today?"

Too excited for their own good, they spoke at the same time, making Gaara tense.

"What is?!"

He blinked before returning to his sharp, contained expression, even if his voice was now much lower, shy.

"As I went to make a destruction analysis in the village, [Name] was moved, or that's what I thought at the moment, by a musical instrument. Ruined, but you could see it was an old piano." Temari smirked, already knowing the story behind it. "Right...so I was thinking if there's more to it."

Gaara looked at Temari for a second, silently asking her for further knowledge if she had any. She rose from the chair she was sitting on, putting a smug, arrogant look on her face before speaking.

"Here I am, an open book for your dear [Name]." Gaara froze when Temari leaned on his office desk, putting both of her hands on it. Her gaze softened when she saw an unknown emotion in his pupils, maybe guilt for not knowing his lover well enough as her friend did. "But don't worry. She was too little for you to know she played piano before."

Gaara was touched, not even thinking about this type of reason. How did he not realize? He should talk more about this. He needs to know all of you.

He nodded at Temari's suggestion, already thinking about preparations.

"But who knows? Maybe a little surprise could be to your advantage. Lucky I'm here for that, right?"

***

The next morning, as you were getting ready to leave without Gaara, considering that he leaves much earlier than you — at least that's how it's always been — you froze in the doorway leading to the voluminous living room, unable to ignore the massive object in the middle of it.

The glimmer in your eyes was completely visible, a hint of joy drowning them. You stepped closer, your fingers lingering on the piano keys while a million thoughts flooded your mind. His sudden voice, even though it was soft enough, still made you gasp.

“Did you like it?”

You turned around, looking at your lover as he approached you slowly, trying to decipher everything he could from your expression without words.

“Gaara, what’s the meaning of this?” You remember the last day, thinking about anything that can justify instead of the obvious true. “Did you buy it for the home we visited yesterday?”

A faint smile could be seen on his face. Now, in front of your face, he looked down with a kind, soft expression as he touched your cheek.

“No, [Name]. It is a gift for my lover.”

“W-what?” You turned around agitated. “Why? But how—How did you know that—“

“Temari told me.”

That woman.

You smiled, really smiled at him. Gaara was taken aback by your sudden jump into his arms, locking him tight as you leaned your head on his chest.

“You..You are… I don’t even have words.” You raise your head, looking up at the glint in his eyes, the same as yours. “Thank you.”

You don’t need to thank him, but he knows it's useless to make a retort. Instead, he brought you more happiness when he asked.

…

..

.

Itachi Uchiha

— Several things will happen at the same time.

— His mind will go blank as his face turns slightly pale.

— And his eyes will open a bit as he watches the cotton transform Sailor Moon-style.

— Except there are no sparkles and cute outfits.

— No.

— Not at all.

— There is an abominable thing the size of his entire hand floating in the water.

— Itachi won't look at you the same way, especially when you're in the bedroom during one of those intimate moments.

— Even though you already told him it was just a joke, the poor man will be worried.

— He'll look at your hole wondering if it's okay inside (I promise it's okay, Itachi 💀).

— For your own good and for his... don't show him menstrual cups.

— He now knows that the tampon doesn't deform when it's inside you.

— But you have to fold a cup to put it into your tight hole and when it's inside it just... puff returns to its original shape and... are you okay…?

— No, bad idea.

— Just no.

— Don't show it to him.

— As for the menstrual cramp simulators...

— Haha

— You like to see him suffer, don't you?

— Look, pretty woman.

— There's something called being human.

— Itachi, despite being a shinobi, is human (a very cute one, by the way).

— And Itachi, like any other human, feels every sensation he experiences throughout the day. Sometimes he feels more than you, he just doesn't show it due to his perfect control over his emotions.

— But all that control goes out the window when you turn up the power on the cramp simulator.

— He stays like this: "😨," but it's so subtle you don't know if you're imagining it. Meanwhile, the poor man feels his stomach contracting with pain until his breath catches a bit.

— Itachi is a shinobi, but that doesn't mean he doesn't feel pain.

— He's used to a different kind of pain, not this one, you know?

— Poor thing.

— He won't look at you the same way after this... probably not at any woman.

— He'll drink his "respect for women" before starting or ending the day.

— He also now has some fear of touching you; sometimes you won't feel his touch completely when you're on those days (you tried to touch him to see if he was okay and all because you saw he was a bit pale, and he looked like he wasn't breathing when the simulator was at its maximum power. Don't worry, the poor guy was just too sensitive from the pain and now he thinks you get like that too, haha).

— In general, he won't change much. Well, now he brings you more sweets whenever he can and also makes bigger portions of food.

— He's also grateful to you because you've now given him a new experience and opened his eyes to topics or situations that, as a man, he never would have thought about, haha.

…

Obito Uchiha

—If your vagina is a muscle and it stretches with a tampon, does that mean you're exercising internally? (I don't think that happens, but good shower thought, Obito!)

—Pretty boy

—At first, he's very excited when you told him you wanted to show him something.

—He's like a little kid when you want to show him something.

—Except now it looks like you just told him Santa isn't real while taking away his Christmas present.

—He'll say something like: “Wait, that thing gets like that when it's inside you 😦?” while looking at the glass in horror.

—Congratulations, girl, you traumatized an innocent man, lmao.

—No, but seriously.

—Obito will now be distrustful of tampons.

—He might calm down, but then he'll get alarmed when he watches videos or reads about “how to insert a tampon in ten easy steps without pain.”

—And he'll be traumatized again when he sees how far you have to insert the tampon.

—What do you mean the string hangs out..?

—And then you have to pull it out?! Doesn't that hurt?

—Oh, don't get me started on menstrual cups.

—Just no.

—Never show your man the cups.

—No.

—Please, no.

—Just don't.

—At least he was excited when you showed him the period cramps simulator.

—The guy smiled until you turned on the device and he was just like.

—He asked you what level it was on, and when you told him it was on eight, he just said: “What do you mean eight? How many levels does it have?”

—You swear he's going to start crying thinking about all the times he had to run an errand or was called by the Hokage and had to leave you.

—He'll apologize almost crying as you increase the level.

—You can ask him what he means, but I advise you not to.

—You'll make him cry like a baby while he clings to you and apologizes for leaving you alone so many times, making you suffer all this pain *dramatic music starts playing*.

—Lmao.

—Obito will feel proud of you for facing this kind of thing every month.

—He might now say something like: “That's it, babe, fight those cramps!” while you're curled up in bed trying not to cry from the pain.

—It's not out of bad intentions, he's just trying to cheer you up the best he can, haha.

…

Madara Uchiha

—He will stare at the glass intently and then at you.

—Please do not interrupt his thoughts.

—He is imagining how the whole process happens.

—“Are you telling me that piece of cotton…”, and he can no longer continue while looking at the floating cotton.

—Just like Itachi, he won’t look at your little hole the same way.

—He will stay thoughtful, wondering if it returns to its normal form every time.

—It might kill the moment.

—Lmao.

—He might also offer his help to put a tampon in you.

—Just tell him yes.

—You will make him feel like he’s doing something important.

—With menstrual cups… mmm.

—He will congratulate you… for some reason.

—It’s not a big achievement, Madara, but we appreciate your words.

—He will look at you a little worried and at the same time proud while you fold the cup to insert it in yourself and he just…

—“That’s my woman, you can do anything, darling.”

—Uhh… yes, well,

—We’re talking about a man who grew up in a time of war, and don’t get me wrong, it’s not like he doesn’t know where the clitoris is.

—He simply doesn’t know and has no idea that the vagina is elastic, xd.

—Please explain it to him before he brags to someone about how you can handle everything.

—As for the menstrual cramps simulator:

—He is a strong man.

—Who said it would hurt him?

—Clearly, they’re out of their minds, he is Madara Uchiha.

—At least that’s what he thinks before you turn on the device.

—And he’s simply like: “What do you mean this is how you feel every month?”

—Madara is not dumb or forgetful.

—He has seen your naked body when you’re on those days.

—And suddenly it makes sense why your belly looks slightly more swollen when you’re menstruating.

—For Madara, it hurts slightly or at least that’s what he wants to imply.

—Maybe he will never tell you it hurt, but that’s okay.

—At least he took this experience as a lesson to know what else to do and how to act during those days of the month.

—“Madara, darling… why are there many more pillows on the bed?” “They’re for you to be more comfortable.”

—Poor man.

—At least he’s trying!

…

Sasuke Uchiha

—His worst enemy has returned.

—The tampons *dramatic music plays*.

—Ok, no.

—Anyway.

—You're so cruel, girl.

—He swears he'll burn all the tampons in the world while looking at the abominable thing floating in the water.

—He's like...

—Do you put that thing inside and it enlarge…?

—On the outside, his face will remain moderately calm (I'm joking, he already looks disturbed), but on the inside, his face is like: “💀”.

—Even if you tell him it's a joke, he won't shake that image from his head.

—For a whole week, he thought your vagina was filled with tiny cotton residues for some reason.

—Until you explained that was impossible.

—(He still thinks that to this day). Anyway!

—Ehh, cups...! They're fun and comfortable things!

—Until you see them from a man's perspective and things change.

—No, please, no.

—He can't imagine a CUP inside you.

—Out of curiosity, he looked up menstrual cups on the internet and now swears he'd burn menstrual cups too if he could (cups can't hurt you, Sasuke).

—Anyway.

—As for the simulators...

—He might refuse at first until he starts thinking about how he could benefit from this (you know, new knowledge, more power).

—So he decides to put himself in his girl's shoes to see the whole picture.

—He began to regret it when you raised the intensity to seven.

—His face might turn pale when you explain that some menstrual cramps feel like labor pains.

—He'll stare at the highest intensity level wondering if he's ready for that.

—Spoiler: he wasn't.

—At least now he buys you more ice cream and makes you hot chocolate with marshmallows on top, even though he hates the smell of chocolate.

—He'll also start reading more about the female body, looking for ways and methods to make it hurt less.

—So it's likely he'll now regulate the amount of black foods and drinks you consume (you know: chocolate, coffee, cola, etc.), all because he read in a study that black-colored beverages and foods are a key factor in intensifying cramps during the period.

—Good luck with your boyfriend being more protective than ever ;)

…

Shisui Uchiha:

—"Do you want to show me something...? Sure! What is it?" he'll ask with the most innocent and soft voice, that you'll wonder if it's too cruel to play this prank on him.

—Poor guy.

—You do it anyway.

—Lmao, I think there's no emoji that describes the face he made in those moments.

—When he composes himself, he'll be torn between looking at you and the glass container.

—Because gosh.

—Does that thING really react like that when it's inside you?

—Before, he was fine with seeing you use them.

—He knows it's much more comfortable for you, but now that he sees it in the container...

—He doesn't know what to think.

—The guy is still terrified.

—Poor thing, his soul left his body and greeted God before returning to you.

—He might laugh a little when you tell him it's a joke while trying to act normal.

—But eventually his imagination will fly and he'll start thinking: "What if it gets stuck?" "What if the string breaks?" (It's impossible for that to happen, Shisui).

—Of course, he's a smart guy.

—He'll practically run to investigate more about tampons until his mind is at ease.

—But accidentally he saw menstrual cups and...

—"What do you mean cups are also inserted?" he half yelled into nothing.

—Oops.

—You'll have to explain.

—"Cups are friends, not enemies, Shisui..." "But what if it gets stuck?"

—You swear he's about to cry.

—Luckily!

—He'll get over it in a few days (it lasted a week and another while he tried to recap what happened, and the new information).

—The cramp simulator is great.

—It can last quite a while, you know, smiling and looking handsome as always, until you raise it to maximum power.

—You think you broke something when suddenly it falls and you think you killed it.

—Oh.

—Don't worry!

—He's just suffering and recapping how all of this happened, also about all the pain you go through month after month and... Oh, is that an angel...? (No, Shisui, it's your girlfriend trying to motivate you to get up).

—Well.

—At the end of the day he thinks the same as Itachi; you've shown him the other side of the coin and he's grateful for that.

—He'll also be much gentler with you during these days of the month.

—And for some reason, if he finds out that Sasuke is not in favor of tampons and cups, they may secretly start a group against those things or something similar, it's also possible that they'll drag Itachi by force.

—Lmao.

lmao, guess who search and watch videos about how to put tampons in her for the first time... and it didn't work 😭

✧ “I hate you so much,” your voice cracked with pain and resentment as you spoke to him. Your Obito. The revelation that he was still alive, but causing so much pain and suffering shattered your world, leaving you emotionally fractured. “Why? Why do all of this? Why hurt so many?” You ask, searching his face for remorse but finding none, “Because this world is broken,” he answers steadily, his voice awfully gentle to you. “You have nothing in this reality,” his arms open, showing you the distress and chaos that is currently occurring around you. He wanted you to see how your comrades laid lifeless—to make you understand that you lost your friends, your family, your ‘happy ending’. “ Let this happen, and you will be forever happy,” he pauses briefly, searching for the right words to say. He chose his words carefully, locking eyes with you, “With me. With a better version of me. One that will keep you happy for the rest of your life,” Despite your heart-wrenching cries, he did nothing to stop this war. As you wept before him, he knew your pain would be temporary. He knew that once his plan took action—the infinite Tsukuyomi—you would find happiness. Even if you hate him now, he reassured himself, you wouldn’t think the same after his plan was completed.

Obito Uchiha (Shinobi)

✧ Obito, a strong and beloved jonin from the Leaf village, stood there, his chest tightening at the words that just came out of your mouth. His expression shifted as his mind struggled to comprehend what you had said. Suddenly, without a second thought, his words slipped through his lips as he tried to make sense of what you told him, “What… did you say?” he asked carefully, his eyes frantically darting over your face as if searching for an answer. You met his gaze, repeating your words with unwavering conviction, “I said, I hate you,”

✧ As you repeat yourself, Obito’s heart sank to the bottom of his stomach, his throat constricting as it became harder to breathe. He could handle any other response, any other thing you could have said, but hearing your harsh words was almost too much for him. “Why? What did I do? I don’t understand,” he manages to ask in desperation, trying his best to move closer to you. His heart clenched and turned inside his chest, and he boiled with fear. He loves you! He loves you to the moon and back! Why would you say that you hate him when he eats, sleeps, and breathes for you? You were his everything, so how could you hate him when he loved you so dearly?

✧ “Because you never notice how much I try for you. You’re always looking for Rin’s approval, and what about me? I’m left in the dark with nothing. I’m done with you. I’m done with trying to make you realize I’ve been in love with you for years,” you pour your heart out to him, desperate and hurt, and that’s when he realizes what this was about. Though his heart slightly fluttered at your revelation, he still felt awful for the way you were feeling all this time. The tingling sensation in the back of his mind kept bothering him as he examined every inch of your expression. “That’s… why?” He asks with a drop of his shoulder, sighing in pure relief at your confession, which only fueled the burning anger inside you. “I thought it was for something else I might’ve done… (Y/N), I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed, but I’m in love with you,” his confession caught you in surprise, his voice revealing his true feelings with no hesitation. What once was nervousness and anxiety had now been replaced with determination as he yearned to seek for a solution. It was true, he was deeply in love with you, but people still thought he had something for Rin when he didn’t. However, he did hide the fact that he liked you out of fear of another rejection. With Rin, he handled it well, but with you? He wouldn’t be able to take it. “I’m sorry if I ever made you feel horrible. I’m sorry I never noticed, and I’m sorry I hid it from you for so long. I love you, over anything there is in this world. The only thing I want is you, always and forever you,”

Madara Uchiha

✧ “I hate you,” your words felt like a slap to the face, making Madara turn around to face you swiftly. Although his face was deemed expressionless, his body tensed and tightened the more he processed your words. He had obviously been taken aback by your audacity to say such things, but he tried his best to hide his discomfort. With arms crossed over his chest, he scoffed and parted his lips, ready to give you a piece of his mind. “Get over it, woman,” he snarls at you with authority, and slight annoyance. You, his wife, should never say that to him. He’s given you everything; a home, a family, and more importantly, love. “You are acting like a child over something that should have never pestered you in the first place,” although your words had not hit him hard when you first spat them, they started to annoy him the more they set in, “If you hate me, why even decide to say yes when I proposed? If you are going to bother me with such nonsense, I will not bother with you,”

✧ His words were meant to hurt you as much as you hurt him, and when he notices the pain in your eyes, he’s satisfied… until he’s not. Until that annoying tingling feeling lingers under his skin as he watches your eyes brim with tears. The tingling feeling that pulled on the tendons of his heart any time you cried was crawling under every inch of his body. “Oh please, do not start with the tears,” he groaned in annoyance, but the salty tears were already streaming down your puffy cheeks. Despite this, he didn’t move an inch to comfort you, but watched you as you cried for a couple of minutes until he released an exasperated sigh. “Why? Why do you care so much for those people when all they have done is hurt you?” He asks with irritation, referring to your clan members who’ve hurt you in the past. He has said something out of line, and you argued with him about it, which ended you two up here.

✧ “Because we should be better people than them. Violence should never be the answer,” you sniffle with clenched fist, “But that is something you seem to never stop thinking about,” you admit, trying to hold in your tears. You didn’t want to keep crying like this in front of him. You wanted to be strong, “And if you think I am such a burden, then why keep this ring on my finger—,” you were surprised when his fingers wrap around your wrist to stop you from taking off the ring he had gifted you the night he proposed, “Because I know who I married. The same nagging woman I am with now, is the same nagging woman I fell in love with. If I had any regrets of marrying you, you would be back in your clan,” he scoffs and pulls your head to his chest with an annoyed expression “I love you, you stupid woman,” to any other person, your relationship might’ve seemed strange, but to you, this moment showed you just how much he truly loved you. Even if he has weird ways of showing it.

Shisui Uchiha

✧ Wait, he didn’t quite hear you well. Wait, what did you say? He turned towards you with a raised brow, his mouth slightly parted as he tried to figure out if you had said what he thought you said. Noticing his lost expression, you had no choice but to repeat yourself, much to your annoyance “I hate you,” this time, he did hear you. Loud and clear. To him, it felt like he took hours to respond to you, but in reality, his answer left his mouth almost immediately, “No you don’t,” It wasn’t meant to be cocky, it just sounded like it was. At least, to you it sounded cocky, and it made you even angrier with him. It annoyed you that he never took you seriously, “Oh, so now you think you know how I feel, do you?” you spat at him, hands clenching into tight fists as your eyes locked intensely, “You never care about anything! You come home and sleep and don’t even have time for me. I know you have a hard job, and I don’t expect you to be there at my beck and call, but at least asking me how I am would be enough,” you stressed, waving your arms frantically around you in desperation. You had been like this all week, stressed and unable to talk to anyone, because the only person you could ever rant and banter about things that bothered you in life was barely there for you, and when he was, it was like he wasn’t! He would barely listen to you anymore, and would expect you to listen to him. And you did, you always did. But you wanted something in return, and that was a sliver of his attention.

✧ “You're telling me you hate me over something so little?” he asks with furrowed brows, making you even more annoyed, “Over something so little?” You repeated through gritted teeth. His face, for once, contorted into one of annoyance, something you had never seen on him before, “Yes! Little! Because you know how my line of work is! You know that I barely have time to sleep, let alone waste my time with useless banter!” You were left speechless, standing in front of him with hurt eyes. “Yeah, useless. You’re right. Because my feelings don’t matter,” you scoff, “That’s not what I—” you interrupt him by turning away, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as realization finally hits him. You weren’t trying to waste his time, you just wanted to spend time with him. He had been so lost in his work, so busy caring for himself that he completely neglected you.

✧ “Oh darling,” he takes your hand again, a frown painting his face, “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean any of the things I said. I’m just stressed out. Everything's happening so fast, and the clan isn’t helping at all.” he sighs and pulls you in towards him, engulfing you in his tight embrace, yet you didn’t say anything, “I know I’ve been neglecting you, and you deserve better. Please, let me make it up to you,” he whispers into you hair as he lowers down to kiss your head, “I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t have you by my side,”

Itachi Uchiha

✧ “I hate you,” you mumble under your breath as you look at your lover. No, he wasn’t your lover anymore. He had left the village years ago, leaving you behind with a broken heart and a broken image of him. He was a monster who murdered his entire clan, and even though he had left years ago, he still looked the same as when he was still in the village, with only one difference. Those eyes. Those red eyes that stared deep into your soul. They terrified you. The eyes that you once loved and cared about so much looked down at you with no emotion. They were empty. They were dark. They were hurt. “I hate you, for everything that you did,” you pushed him, backing away from him with angry eyes. His cloak told you everything you needed to know. He was part of the Akatsuki, he was the enemy now. He was a traitor, and although your words were meant to hurt him, he closed his eyes and nodded, understanding your hatred towards him. “I understand,” he says in such a soft voice. His voice that you missed so much.

✧ You didn’t understand why he came to visit you. Why come in the middle of the night to see you? Why? Why waste his breath coming back to see you when he knew you wanted nothing to do with him? Because this would be his final goodbye. There were only a handful of people Itachi cared for—Two, to be exact. His brother, and the love of his life. He knew that soon he’d perish, and this was the final time he would ever see you again. Not that it mattered. He tried not to think about it, thinking it would make things worse. It would be better if he never came to see you, but his heart got the best of him, and so he sat there at your window, looking at you for one final time.

✧ “You don’t,” you clench your fist, hurt by his mere presence, “I don’t want anything to do with you, and I will report you to the higher ups. Unless you came here to kill me, which I don’t doubt,” you were defenseless, but you wouldn’t go out without a fight. Never. You would fight until the very end, but soon you realized he wasn’t there to kill you. “I have no need for that,” he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, “I came by my own selfishness. I don’t expect you to understand, and I accept your hatred, which I deserve,” he looks at you, red eyes burning into yours, “I simply wanted to see you for a final time,” he smiles and reaches out for you, pushing your hair out of your face, “My love,” and with that, your vision goes black as your consciousness slips away from you. You would wake up the next day tucked into your bed with a necklace tucked tightly in your hand.

Sasuke Uchiha

✧ Words never hurt this Uchiha, he was used to every awful thing anyone could throw at him. He cared too little about anything and everything, and that's what you hated the most about him. He barely cared about anything you did or said, at all times. He didn’t care how you looked because he never complimented you, he didn’t care how you acted because he barely spoke to you. You felt like you were in a relationship with a ghost, in fact, the comparison was not even close, because dating a ghost would be ten times better than this. And with every passing day of being emotionally neglected by your partner, today was no different. He was back in the village, and instead of coming to you first—to his home—he decided it was better to meet with Naruto and Sakura over seeing his wife who waited patiently everyday for him. You questioned if the ring on your finger meant anything to him at all at that moment. Despite this,

✧ When he got home, you were so happy, yet he showed no sign of interest in anything you did for him. You cooked and he ate, saying nothing about the taste of your new recipe. In fact, he seemed like he didn’t notice that you had learnt to cook a new dish just for him. Even so, you shrugged his annoying attitude off and asked about his day instead. Your question seemed to annoy the tired man as he became uninterested in mid conversation. When you asked him what was wrong, he shrugged you off. You kept questioning him until he snapped at you, telling you how you were annoying him with all your worries. This had been the final straw. You always gave everything in the relationship. You understood he wasn’t the best at showing his emotions, but it didn’t mean he could act like he didn’t care about you. Like you were nothing. The argument got heated and it ended up with you opening your mouth without thinking. “I hate you!” After your words fell out of your mouth, the room fell silent. He who had been looking away from you, had now turned his full attention towards you, “You don’t mean that, stop being dramatic,” the sight of him rolling his eyes hurt you more than it ever did. “You don’t care about anything, Sasuke. I do everything to try and please you. I could even say I live for you, but it’s never enough! You don’t take a sliver of your time to appreciate me. You think I have to be there for you whenever you need me, but can just leave whenever you want!” you yell, hitting the wall in frustration.

You gasped to hear your husband speak about you like this, though the words were not untrue. The hollows of the eye holes shifted from deep midnight pits to blazing crimson orbs that seared your skin with tantalising warm fire without so much as touching you. His breathing was becoming laboured as he sat there, hands laying flat on his thighs in a position of submission.

Obito was only this composed and subservient for one man—your man—and it aroused you to see that there was a strain in his posture to maintain his stance. The threads of his compliance frayed beneath the weight of his desire.

“Kashi,” you breathed, voice barely more than a whisper though your gaze never left Obito’s. Your tongue felt thick and heavy in your mouth, the thin cotton of your dress smothering despite being lightweight and flimsy on your body. The heat of Kakashi’s body beneath you certainly didn’t help matters, nor did the intense fiery blaze you were captivated by.

He hummed in response. “Hm? Something to say, sweetheart? Weren’t you just finishing telling me that you’d let him put his hands and mouth on you if I agreed?”

With an embarrassed moan, you tried to hide your face in the crook of his neck. Mortified beyond belief that Kakashi would so openly admit the hushed words of your most forbidden fantasies, ones you never thought would come to fruition.

“Don’t be shy, my love. Obito feels the same way, although I guess you didn’t know that,” Kakashi drawled with such measured control that you were reminded exactly how he reached this position of power. Not many could act so calmly in high-pressure situations, but Kakashi excelled where others failed. Simply another reason to love him as much as you did.

Obito hadn’t said a word up to this point, not even the smallest sound escaped his mouth and you marvelled at his self-control. The metal arm guards that normally covered his forearms were nowhere to be seen, the same for the grey flak jacket you were accustomed to.

Now, he knelt on the floor in only the standard ANBU dark pants, a black sleeveless compression shirt that covered up to his throat and equally black gloves that ended halfway up his biceps.

You were endlessly fascinated by those biceps.

The way they bulged when his hands curled into fists only to flatten back into some semblance of submission seconds later. Your breathing became harsh watching the action be repeated in an endless loop. Without realising, you pushed yourself upright on Kakashi’s lap, your fingers curling into his forearm each time Obito made his own fists until you made indents with the edges of his nails.

Behind you, Kakashi smiled. “You’ve been rather quiet, Obito… don’t you have anything to say to my wife?”

“I… don’t know if that would be wise, Lord Sixth,” Obito muttered after a long drawn-out moment of silence. His voice was deeper than Kakashi, rougher around the edges and you could hear the forced formality enough to know it grated down his spine to speak this way.

The three of you had shared many casual moments, it was a given since the two men were friends and rivals from years gone past. Heavens, you had cooked for this man. Shared stories of their youth over bottles of wine. Patched rips in his uniform.

Kakashi clicked his tongue. “Lose the airs and graces, you’re not here as my guard. Speak freely and tell my wife how much you covet her.”

You gasped, turning your head to meet charcoal eyes filled with humour, but while you stared, you could make out a darkness that spoke of something else. A power play? It should make you feel vulnerable… used, yet it was quite the opposite.

To be desired by two powerful men, one the Hokage and the other the current highest-ranking ANBU captain in Konoha. Your beloved husband and his best friend, though both would try to deny such a claim. You were damp between your thighs, arousal pooling into the seat of your underwear and it warmed your cheeks until you were certain it was obvious.

“It’s true. I’ve wanted a taste of what you have for some time now. Not that I would have ever done anything about it!” He asserted, eyes never leaving your face whilst he spoke to the man at your back. “But if she is willing and you… are willing to share—”

“Under my supervision and guidance only. Take off the mask, let our pretty girl see you without the guise of an animal,” Kakashi interjected whilst pressing a kiss to your neck.

The animal mask fell to the side, skittering across the floor and out of sight. It left only the man. The scars on his face from years gone by did nothing to detract from how handsome he was. His lips were pleasingly plump, nose nice and straight and those eyes—those beautiful expressive eyes—were easy to fall into and lose yourself entirely. Even without the Sharingan activated, you were drawn to those dark, all-seeing eyes.

“May he touch you, sweetheart? Shall I teach him how to please you? Let us see if he can make you mewl as I can,” he hummed, nipping at your ear and drawing his hands higher to paw lightly at your breasts.

A nod was all you could manage, followed by yet another gasp of alarm when Obito leaned close and kissed the outside of your knee. He’d moved so swiftly that following the movement was impossible.

His touch was delicate, careful as if he worried you’d break if he were to show his true colours. With his assistance, you spread your legs until they bracketed the outside of Kakashi’s beneath you. The man in question gripped at your dress and bunched it higher until your underwear came into view.

Obito appeared transfixed and a vein popped in his temple from tightly he held his jaw. The muscles of his biceps bulged against the snug hold of his long gloves and when he raised a hand to touch your pubic mound through the cotton fabric, you sighed breathily and shifted your hips.

“Is she wet?”

His crimson eyes shot up to yours, searching for permission to reply, and you smiled kindly, a wave of affection forming in your chest. “Y-yes. Right here…” Obito stroked his gloved fingertip over the small damp patch.

“I’m not surprised, she’s been squirming ever since you came in. Perhaps, I should have arranged this sooner,” Kakashi mused quietly whilst leaning back in his chair so your butt was in the air. “Take them off her, please.”

“Kashi, I can…” You tried to free your arms to help shimmy out of the troublesome underwear but a bite to your collarbone silenced you. The sting of sharp canines elicited a slow pant from your throat, your sight growing hazy and before you knew it, a cool breeze played across your bare pussy.

The chill wind didn’t last, it was replaced by warm lips on the inside of your thigh, thick black hair obscuring your view and you clung to Kakashi at the shiver that rippled down your spine. His breathing was steady in your ear, the feel of a smile on your skin whilst Obito pressed kisses, which started gentle, to your plush flesh until they were messy and open-mouthed.

“You can be a little rough with her, she likes it… don’t you, my precious girl?”

Despite his continued presence and hold on your throat and breasts, you jerked in alarm when Kakashi spoke. The implication of the statement had you clenching around air and you heard Obito’s muffled groan when he too noticed.

“Mhm. Please. I’ll tell you if I don’t like something,” you managed after licking your parched lips.

Obito wasted no time in nudging his nose along your labia, smelling you until he couldn’t stand it any longer, and parted your folds with two thick fingers. You could feel all the blood in your body zero in on your core, skin becoming puffy in anticipation. Scintillating wet warmth sent a hiss through your clenched teeth, the path of his tongue along the full length of your slit arching your spine and forcing your heaving breasts further into your husband’s grasp.

The man on his knees glanced up at you through his eyelashes, careful to judge your every movement and noise for possible signs of distress but he found none. The strong muscle created wave-like patterns over your achingly empty hole and passed it to just below your pert clit. It was a sensation you were unaccustomed to, but it scratched an itch you didn’t even know you had.

Your eyes flickered shut, bottom lip caught between your teeth. You were ready to absorb every stroke and touch, every wet-sounding kiss and the melody of three people breathing in tandem, but Kakashi had other ideas. How he even knew your eyes had fallen closed, you weren’t sure, but he withdrew his hand from your chest to click his fingers. It was a soft click, enough to cause your eyes to spring wide and you tilted your head back to meet his hooded gaze.

“You really should watch whilst our guest eats you out, dear, it’s only polite. How is he doing? Make sure he knows what you want.”

His voice was a whole octave lower and you could feel the rigid length of his erection pressed firmly into your lower back. He was turned on by the act he was witnessing and that only served to stoke your fires higher.

As if to prove a point before you could speak, Obito licked across the surface of your clit for the first time. It was barely a kitten lick but it was more than ample to short-circuit your brain. Your brows knitted together, mouth falling into a deep oval of enthralment at being teased like this. In response, your hips undulated only to be trapped in two gloved palms.

“So good… I-I want more,” you admitted with your shuttered stare being met with a blazing inferno that looked more than ready to blow.

Kakashi licked over a fresh mark he’d not long finished sucking into your neck, the act of possession was not lost on anyone in the room and he chuckled softly. “Mhm, give the lady what she wants, Obito. I want to hear how she sounds coming apart by your hand and mouth.”

Obito sat back for a moment, his lips swelling steadily from his actions and skin coated in a thin sheen of your slick. Strands of his black hair stuck to his forehead and you reached forward to brush them back, warmed when he nuzzled into the heart of your palm. You missed the heat of his mouth on you, squirming around to find a position that would alleviate the ache growing rapidly in the pit of your belly.

“Lo—Kakashi, I want to fuck her with my fingers. Is that… uh, is that okay?”

The furious flush that washed over his cheeks was downright adorable, as was how he refused to meet your eye while your husband pretended to ponder. You knew he’d allow it, it was something you had discussed before this even beginning, back when you were certain it would remain a fantasy.

“Who do you wish to fuck with your fingers?” Kakashi prompted, the smile evident in his words and you whined in protest. It earned you a pinch to your nipple, enough to silence you.

Obito cleared his throat, swallowing down his pride in search of what he wanted above all else. “Your wife. I want to fuck your wife with my fingers. Please.” The nicety was forced, his nostrils flaring as if ready for a verbal argument but none came.

“My wife, that’s right. Do as you please, just make her cum nice and loud.”

This side of Kakashi rarely came out—the cool demeanour which spoke of calculating control. It made you weak at the knees, heart in your throat whenever he set those predatory eyes on you and you could well understand Obito’s reaction to the pulse of dominant power. He too was used to being an alpha presence given his line of work, and especially since he chose to become the Hokage’s personal guard. A decision he would never have made for anyone other than Kakashi.

The power play ignited the room with dense tension that felt like swimming through honey, and to realise that you were the object of affection, the reason this was even happening in the first place… you didn’t feel worthy.

However, you had no time to process these thoughts as the man on the floor took his permission with a sharp nod of his head and lunged for you. The poor little mouse was trapped by the jaws of a lion, but this feline was far from going to harm you. Instead, he was gentle despite how eagerly he moved.

His tongue bathed your tender pearl in his spit, lapping it incessantly until he changed directions and suckled you between his lips. You cried out, only to be blindsided by the intrusion of two thick fingers. Whilst you had focused on the mouth set to wring you dry of your bliss, you hadn’t noticed the dance of his fingers which collected your nectar to coat his gloves.

The warm leather rubbed soft friction into your velvet walls, stretching you just right. It felt wonderful, but you couldn’t help but wonder if it would feel more so without the gloves in the way. A small voice in the back of your head boldly decided that you would request his bare hands the next time.

Next time… Would there even be a next time to speak of? You didn’t know, but you could hope.

Kakashi’s breath fanned your wildly beating pulse, smearing open-mouthed kisses in between words of encouragement. His voice was your guide when you couldn’t keep your eyes open. When you did finally find the resolve to pry them apart, you found your hand tangled at the roots of Obito’s midnight black hair.

He was working you closer and closer to the point of no return, wet slurps mingled with your moans of more and the steady rhythm of his fingers fucking into you. His wrist rotated suddenly, fingertips brushing that deep area of sensitive tissue that your own fingers could never reach.

“Oh. Fuck… right there. Obito, don’t stop.”

Both men jolted at your keening declarations; Obito glanced up with his chin shiny with the gloss of your making, cheeks flushed from where your thighs had crushed around his head, and Kakashi groaned deep in his throat.

His slender fingers lowered the neck of your dress and repeated the action with the cups of your bra. He licked his thumb and finger and rolled your nipple between, drawing it out taut until you whimpered and struggled. “Ah ah, don’t thrash. Look down and see how well my guard dog is eating you out, beloved.”

You tightened instinctively, squeezing around Obito’s fingers, who doubled down on the pace he stroked you to. His nose ground at the hood of your clit, tongue swiping left and right then up and down. He was losing his restraint, pushing into you only to be met by the force of you rutting your cunt into him. A growl rumbled in his chest at being called a guard dog, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.

Gods, you wanted to be full. To cum around more than just fingers and feel how they would react to you orgasming on their cock. Did you want your husband or Obito or… both? The thought alone tripped your orgasm into effect. You were barely aware of Obito pulling his wet fingers from your cunt to press his tongue into your fluttering hole instead, intent on catching every drop of your nectar and swallowing it greedily.

Kakashi cooed soft words in your ear, coaxing you through your high and stroking over your hair whilst you sobbed from the overwhelming and continued stimulation from the plush muscle digging into you in search of your slick. Those wet gloved hands gripped into the meat of your thighs, keeping you open and forcing you to endure what he wanted to give.

“Obito, enough. Let our little flower catch her breath.” You heard the command distantly, twitching and still seeking out grounding from your high.

Dazedly, you blinked and moaned anew at the expression written across Obito’s face. His cheeks were ruddy, lips swollen with blood and the lower half of his face streaked with a mixture of your arousal and his spit. His chest heaved with the struggle of retreating, every muscle in his body tense and straining and how badly you wanted to reach out and comfort him.

“Kashi, sweetheart, let me go to him?” You asked softly, turning so your words were in his ear, your lips on his neck. He regarded you with a look of unconditional love, eyes softened with affection and a smile decorating his lips which was a far cry from the cool power play of earlier.

He kissed you on the forehead, fixing your dress to cover your exposed breasts and lowering the hem. A lone finger traced the curve of your jaw, moving to brush over your lips and you caught him by surprise by pressing them to his and savouring the warmth of his mouth.

Kakashi was familiar with being touch-starved, as were you. It was something that helped to bind you together in those early days and you both recognised that Obito was also touch-starved and in need of a demonstration of how welcoming love and affection could be. He nodded, his nose nudging along yours and embracing you with delicate care.

“Show him how amazing it can feel. I trust you, both of you.” Kakashi added those final words loud enough for Obito to hear. His eyebrows pinched in confusion, but he had no time to assess the meaning when you slid from your husband’s lap only to be caught by Obito.

You wound your arms around his neck and settled your head right there in the crook. Twisting your fingers into the hairs at his nape, you pressed kisses to his shoulder until he finally placed his hands on your waist. His touch was unsure, body rigid with nerves and you could understand.

“Thank you, Obito… you made me feel more alive than I thought possible. Let me hold you, it’s okay.”

His chin dipped until his cheek rested on your shoulder and some of the tension drained from his body. It had meant to be a fantasy scenario of being shared but it would be so much more than that in time and you would discover this in the months to come.

For now, you calmed your racing heart and gave the man held in your arms a piece of you that was worth more than any orgasm. All under the watchful and loving eye of your husband, the master strategist…