#hayate

The ANBU barracks were almost always empty. 

They saw maybe four shinobi a month. Only the poor, desperate bastards too wrung out from a mission to drag themselves home used them. Most pushed through on stubbornness alone, minds fixed on their own beds, their own blankets, anything but the thin, crusty cots waiting in the barracks. 

Tonight, however, the barracks had already reached half their usual monthly occupancy.

Unfortunately, it was the exact two degenerate bastards responsible for leaving the cots crusty in the first place.

You were bent over on one, bare tits pressed against the thin blanket, ass in the air as Genma pounded into you from behind. One of his hands gripped your hip hard enough to bruise, the other tangled in your hair, pulling your head back so he could growl filthy praise against your ear.

“Fuck, baby. Taking me like this in the barracks… dirty girl.” He punctuated it with a sharp smack to your ass, watching it bounce with open appreciation. “Damn!”

Your moan ricocheted off the concrete walls when he slammed back into you, his thick cock stretching you open with every deep thrust. The wet slap of his hips against your ass filled the room, its sparse furnishings doing absolutely nothing to dampen the echoes.

Genma’s senbon remained clenched between his teeth, glinting beneath the low light as he grinned. “Yeahhh,” he drawled. “Just like that.”

You were right on the edge, pussy fluttering around him, when the barracks door swung open.

Hayate Gekkō stepped inside, already mid-cough.

He froze instantly, dark eyes wide as he took in the scene: you, glancing over your shoulder in pure panic, hurriedly pushing your upper body onto your forearms, tits jiggling. Genma, on the other hand, had zero reaction other than slowing his thrusts to a lazy, deep grind, keeping you pinned in place with a hand on the small of your back. 

“Oh, Hayate. ‘Sup, man?”

You gawked at him over your shoulder, brows twitching. Your pussy was busted wide open for Hayate to see. Hell, even your asshole was winking at him, and Genma’s reaction was… ‘Sup?! There was zero point in covering yourself now. Hayate had already seen all there was to see. 

Thankfully, he was somehow even more mortified than you were. His pallid face flooded scarlet, his gaze snapping toward an old bloodstain on the floor with such determination that it suddenly appeared to be the most fascinating thing he had ever encountered.

“I—shit, I’m sorry,” he stammered between wheezing breaths. “I thought no one was in here. Never mind. I’ll leave. Right now. I didn’t—I didn’t see anything.”

He turned and fumbled for the door. Genma’s low chuckle stopped him. “C’mon, Hayate. Don’t be a fucking prude.”

You squawked indignantly. “Genma, what the fu—”

Genma leaned over you, lips grazing the shell of your ear. He had stopped thrusting, though his cock remained buried inside you, keeping you full while he murmured, “Poor guy’s a virgin, y’know. Gets no play whatsoever.”

Hayate made a strangled noise near the door.

“Besides,” Genma continued, sounding entirely too entertained, “you look so pretty like this. What’s the harm in at least letting him watch?”

Your mouth fell open.

Hayate’s mortification somehow deepened. “I couldn’t possibly… I’m sorry, I’ll just—” He reached for the door again, doing his best not to look at you.

You glanced back at him, biting your lip. Despite everything, he was still trying to be respectful. Sweet, even, with his flushed face and hunched shoulders, coughing through his desperate attempt to retreat before he embarrassed the both of you any further. 

It was true that Hayate never got much attention. You had witnessed it plenty of times. Most women hardly noticed him when Genma was nearby, monopolizing every pair of eyes in the room. Even when someone did show interest, Hayate could barely make it through three words without nerves sending him into a coughing fit.

You, however, had always found him cute.

…In a sickly, haunted sort of way.

Not feeble, certainly. Hayate was still a tokubetsu jonin and an ANBU operative. Whatever his illness was, he remained formidable enough to survive work that killed healthier men. And suddenly, curiosity began to prickle beneath your embarrassment. A man who looked so fragile but fought so viciously… what would he be like in bed? Had he truly never fucked anyone before?

A fresh coughing fit seized him as he tugged at the door, and an even more alarming thought struck you.

What if he died a virgin?

“Wait.” The words slipped out before you could reconsider them. Hayate went still, slowly lifting his wide, dark-circled gaze to yours. For once in his life, Genma stayed silent, curiosity bright in his eyes. Swallowing, you sank deliberately back into your arch, moaning as you felt Genma shift inside you. “Stay,” you breathed. “Don’t you wanna watch?”

Hayate stared. His shoulders remained tense, his face burning as his gaze betrayed him, shifting to the place where Genma’s cock disappeared inside you, then dragged slowly upward over your arched body until it reached your parted lips.

The bulge beneath his pants was impossible to miss.

Behind you, Genma’s mouth curled into a smirk. “You heard the lady. Pull up a chair.”

Hayate remained frozen for another long second, chest rising and falling so rapidly that you began to wonder whether inviting him to stay might genuinely kill him. 

“This… this is insane,” he whispered. Still, he took one tentative step closer, then another, until he lowered himself into the rickety chair a few feet from the cot. His long fingers dug into his own thighs like he was physically restraining himself.

Genma began moving again. 

His hips rolled against yours, dragging his cock slowly along your walls. The first thrust drew a helpless sound from your throat. The second made your fingers curl into the blanket.

At first, Hayate’s gaze stayed stubbornly fixed on your face. Then it slipped lower, following the movement of your body beneath Genma’s hands. His eyes lingered on the flex of your thighs, the bounce of your breasts, the place where Genma vanished into you with every measured stroke.

You could feel him watching.

Each time Genma drove forward, you found yourself wondering what Hayate could see from the chair. How much of you was hidden by the angle. Whether he was imagining himself in Genma’s place.

Genma noticed too.

“Look at him, baby,” he murmured, slowing until every inch of his cock dragged visibly in and out of you. “Trying so hard to be polite.”

Hayate’s fingers tightened against his thighs.

Genma grinned around his senbon. “He’s never seen a real pussy before. Bet he’s dying to know how you feel.”

You’d never seen a face so red before. Somehow, Hayate’s flush only deepened as Genma picked up his pace, drawing each thrust out until only the tip remained inside you before driving back in hard.

Genma was putting on a fucking show. You couldn’t blame him—you wanted to perform, too. 

Biting your lip, you pushed back to meet Genma’s next thrust, letting your moan spill freely into the room. “Then let him see better.”

Something flashed in Genma’s eyes. He chuckled, low and dark. With a wet sound, he pulled out, and you whined at the sudden emptiness. He caught you around the waist, flipped you onto your back, and spread your legs wide, pressing your knees toward your chest until your dripping cunt was fully exposed. 

Hayate inhaled sharply.

“Come closer,” Genma told him, voice laced with amusement. “She doesn’t bite.” His grin widened around the senbon. “Unless you ask nicely.”

Hayate’s gaze darted helplessly between your face and your spread thighs. Slowly, he scooted closer, stopping close enough that you could see sweat glistening along his pale brow. His cock strained painfully against his pants, a darkened spot forming over the tip.

Genma slid back inside you in one smooth thrust, drawing a loud whine from your throat. He set a steady pace, fucking you deep while Hayate watched every inch disappear and reappear, shiny with your slick. You were burning up, lingering embarrassment and arousal twisting together. 

Hayate looked at you as though he could scarcely believe he had been permitted to stay, much less allowed to sit inches away and watch as Genma split you open. His wide, dark-circled eyes tracked every movement. Every flex of Genma’s hips. Every tremor that passed through your thighs. 

It made you bolder. Your back arched off of the bed, deliberately pushing yourself farther onto Genma’s cock. 

“Fuck… she’s so tight,” Genma groaned, mostly for Hayate’s benefit. “Clenches every time I hit that spot right here—” He angled his hips and drove into you hard enough to make you cry out.

Hayate whimpered. One hand drifted toward the bulge in his pants before stopping midway, fingers curling uncertainly. A broken cough escaped him. You reached out and brushed your fingertips over his wrist.

“You can touch yourself,” you coaxed sweetly, breathless beneath Genma’s thrusts. 

You watched as he processed your words, pale face burning an even deeper shade of red. For an instant, he looked perilously close to fainting. Then, with shaky hands, he fumbled with his pants, shoving them down just far enough for his cock to spring free against his stomach.

It was… cute.

That was the first word that entered your mind, even though you knew he’d probably die of embarrassment if you said it out loud. It was a respectable size, enough to make your cunt clench in anticipation, but the way it curved upward from its dark nest of hair, the tip all flushed red and weeping… it was endearing, okay?

You felt Genma’s rhythm falter. A single betraying stutter of his hips, followed by the way he throbbed inside of you. Attention snapping toward him, you found Genma staring, chestnut eyes heavy and intent, fixed on the sight of Hayate’s cock twitching in the open air. Interesting.

His cock throbbed hard inside you.

Very interesting.

Hayate wrapped a tentative hand around himself and gave one shy stroke. His thumb swept over the leaking head, spreading the wetness, and he bit down on a soft whimper. 

Genma resumed fucking you. He gripped your thigh and tried valiantly to keep his eyes on your body, but his attention continued slipping sideways. Again and again, his gaze returned to Hayate’s fist, to the upward curve of his cock. You noticed every stolen glance, a slow smile spreading over your face.

“Hayate,” you cooed. “Do you want a turn?”

His hand stopped midway down his shaft, eyes wide as they flew to yours. “N-no!” he stammered immediately, voice cracking. Another cough rattled through him. “You and Genma are… I mean, I couldn’t—I shouldn’t—this is already too much—”

Genma buried himself deep inside you and released a low, delighted chuckle. 

“Fuck, baby. Look at you being generous.” He leaned over and kissed you messily, tucking the senbon behind his ear so his tongue could slide against yours. When he pulled away, his grin had returned, wicked and far too pleased. “That’s my girl.”

He looked toward Hayate without withdrawing from you.

“C’mon. I’m not jealous.” The warmth in his voice made your suspicion sharpen. “What kind of friend would I be if I kept a pussy this perfect all to myself?” Hayate’s cock twitched helplessly in his hand. Genma noticed. Of course he did. “She wants you,” he continued, voice dropping into a coaxing murmur. “Look how wet she is just thinking about it.”

Hayate looked at you, visibly torn between shame and desire.

You touched his wrist again. “Do you want me?” you asked softly.

His lips parted. “Yes,” he breathed, nearly inaudible. “S–so bad…”

Smiling, your fingers curled around his wrist. “Come here, then.”

Genma pulled out of you slowly, leaving you clenching around nothing, and slid off of the cot. He stepped behind Hayate. 

“Shirt off,” he ordered gently, already tugging the fabric up. Hayate lifted his arms obediently, letting Genma pull the shirt over his head and toss it aside. Genma’s hands immediately found his waist, sliding over pale skin, thumbs stroking along his ribs. Hayate shivered under the touch.

“She’s nice and ready for you,” Genma murmured, guiding him closer. “Want help?” 

Hayate released a shaky breath and nodded, looking down at your glistening pussy with a mix of pure awe and anxiety. One of Genma’s hands stayed on Hayate’s hip, steadying him. The other wrapped around Hayate’s cock, giving it one slow stroke that made him jolt, hard.

“G–Genma—?!”

“Relax.” Genma said, almost tenderly, giving him another. “I’ve got you.”

His voice had gone rough around the edges, and suddenly, your suspicion settled into realization. This wasn’t mere generosity—no, Genma wanted him. Badly. 

He lined Hayate’s cock up himself, rubbing the flushed head up and down your slick folds before notching it at your entrance. “There. Now push in. She can take it.”

Hayate whimpered, hips jerking forward instinctively. The head of his cock slipped inside you, and both of you moaned. Genma’s hand stayed on his cock for another moment, guiding him deeper, until Hayate was fully sheathed inside you. He threw his head back and groaned, eyes fluttering shut.

“S–she feels…” His voice dissolved into a hoarse moan. 

“Good?” You offered. He nodded, whimpering. Grinning, you whispered in his ear, “Then fuck me, Hayate.”

Genma stayed right behind him, hands roaming over Hayate’s back and hips, pressing encouraging little kisses to his shoulder while his best friend started fucking you with slow, experimental strokes.

“Better than all those nights you jerked off imagining someone like her, hm?” Genma teased softly. 

Hayate’s rhythm faltered, embarrassed. “Y–yes, so much better—” he broke off with a whine, hips already beginning to stutter. 

Genma sucked a breath through his teeth as he watched. His cock stood rigid against his stomach, flushed and slick from fucking you, twitching each time Hayate drove forward. You caught his gaze and grinned. 

“Touch him, Genma,” you whispered. “Touch him while he’s inside me.”

His eyes flashed with dark heat. “Yeah? You want that, baby?”

The smugness in your expression answered for you. Yes… but the two of you knew perfectly well which one of you wanted it more.

One of his hands slid down Hayate’s back, over the curve of his ass, while the other dipped between your bodies. Genma gathered your slick straight from where Hayate’s cock was stretching you open, coating his fingers. Hayate let out a whimper at the feeling of Genma’s fingers brushing against his shaft.

Then Genma pressed a slick finger against Hayate’s hole.

“F–fuck—!” Hayate’s hips jerked hard, burying himself deeper inside you as Genma slowly pushed the finger in. Hayate’s whole body trembled, his cock twitching wildly inside your pussy. He looked like he was already about to bust, eyes wide and glassy, mouth open in a silent moan.

“Hold on a little longer,” Genma growled softly against Hayate’s ear, voice rough with arousal. “I want to fuck you first. You can do that for me, right?”

Hayate nodded frantically, but he was clearly struggling, shallow little thrusts turning erratic as Genma worked a second finger into him, stretching him open with your own wetness. He was surprisingly gentle, kissing the back of his neck and murmuring filthy praise. “That’s it. Take my finger while you’re balls-deep in her. You’re doing so good.”

Genma didn’t make him wait long. He pulled his fingers out, lined up his thick cock, and pushed in slowly. The sound Hayate made was pure sin—half-cough, half-sob of overwhelming pleasure as Genma sank into him inch by inch. The pressure forced Hayate even deeper inside you, and all three of you cried out. 

Genma’s hands locked around Hayate’s hips, drawing him backward onto his cock before pushing him forward into your dripping pussy. Each thrust passed through Hayate and into you, turning his body into the trembling link between yours.

It was Genma fucking you through him.

The thought alone was so fucking hot you couldn’t stand it.

You reached down immediately, fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing tight circles as you watched them move together. Genma’s face had gone taut with concentration, chest glistening with sweat. Hayate was already falling apart, every sound punched from him by the force of Genma’s hips. 

The room filled with the filthy sounds of wet skin slapping, desperate whimpers, and the scrape of the cot against the floor. 

Hayate was falling apart fast.

“G–Genma—ah—I’m—I can’t—it feels too good, I’m gonna—I don’t know where to cum, I—” he babbled, voice cracking between coughs and broken moans. Tears of overwhelming pleasure pricked at the corners of his eyes. “Please—I’m so close—”

“Cum in her,” Genma grunted, voice gruff and commanding as he kept pounding into Hayate’s ass. “Fill her up. She wants it. Don’t you, baby?”

“Mm,” you gasped, rubbing your clit faster. “So bad. Cum in me, Hayate.”

That was all it took. Hayate let out a wrecked sob and buried himself as deep as he could, cock pulsing hard as he came. Thick, hot spurts flooded your pussy, pushing you right over the edge with him. Your back arched from the cot as your walls clenched rhythmically around his cock, milking every drop while pleasure tore through you.

Behind him, Genma swore.

He was panting now, jaw clenched, barely hanging on as he felt Hayate’s ass tighten around him. With a strained growl, he withdrew, catching Hayate around the waist and forcing him to the floor. You were next, manhandled right off of the cot. 

“On your knees,” Genma ordered roughly. “Both of you.” 

You knelt side by side. Hayate sagged against your shoulder, trembling and dazed, while Genma stood before you with one hand wrapped around his thick, glistening cock. His chestnut eyes moved between your faces. He stroked himself once, then twice, before his head tipped back with a deep groan. 

Hot ropes of cum painted you both, streaking across your lips and cheek before splattering Hayate’s flushed face. Some struck the corner of his mouth, and his lips parted instinctively.

Genma shuddered at the sight.

He milked the final drops from his cock, breathing hard, senbon back between his teeth as he looked down at the mess he’d made of his best friend and his girl.

“Fuck… so perfect,” he murmured, voice low and satisfied, thumb brushing a streak of cum from your bottom lip and pushing it into your mouth. You gazed up at him slyly from your knees, licking his thumb clean. 

Hayate was still trembling, face flushed and eyes dazed, but he slumped into your side slightly, like he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened.

You turned to him with a soft, affectionate smile. Cupping his flushed cheek, you captured his trembling lips in a slow, deep kiss. He whimpered into your mouth, still overwhelmed, as you licked the thick splatters of Genma’s cum from his cheek and the corner of his lips, savoring the salty bitterness. Hayate melted against you, his breath hitching with every swipe of your tongue.

Genma watched in awed silence. A crooked, affectionate grin slowly spread across his face as he shook his head, senbon glinting between his teeth.

“Shit, you two,” he muttered. “Right from a wet dream, I swear…” 

Scooping you up effortlessly in his strong arms, Genma laid you carefully back down on the cot. Hayate stayed on his knees, watching with wide eyes as Genma settled between your spread thighs, running his hands up your legs. 

“Got a little distracted tonight, didn’t I?” he murmured, pressing a kiss just above your knee. “Made my pretty girl get herself off while I was busy fucking my best friend. Not very fair, is it?”

You shivered as he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over your sensitive cunt. Hayate’s cum continued to drip from you, mixing with your own slick and trailing toward the blanket. Genma watched it with dark, hungry eyes.

“Since you’ve been such a good girl…” His hands tightened gently around your thighs. “I’m gonna clean you up properly.”

-

None of you noticed that the barracks door had never fully latched.

It stood ajar by a few inches—just enough for the two figures standing in the hallway to have seen everything.

Kakashi and Tenzo were both frozen in place. Kakashi’s visible eye was wide, his mask slightly askew from just how long his jaw had been slack. Tenzo had gone permanently bright red from his neck to the tips of his ears. But the prominent bulges straining against the front of their pants made it very clear they weren’t exactly complaining about their discovery of the culprits behind the crusty barracks cots.

Tenzo finally managed to speak, voice hoarse and barely above a whisper. “…You think they’ll let us join for round two?”

Kakashi didn’t answer right away. He just kept staring, throat working as he swallowed hard.

Then, very quietly, he muttered, “I’m not above begging.”

Day 1: Squirting