#icha.vol3

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madara is as good as a husband can be; respectful, caring and even fun to be around- he likes to gossip every now and then about the villagers, the hokage and his brother even. he loves how nice it feels when you giggle at a particular comment of his.

but most of all he's attentive.

and that is why he has the beautiful silk of your kimono bunched up your thighs, your panties pulled to the side so he can have easy access to your needy, wet pussy.

you're panting, back against the wall as you try your best to keep your thighs spread for your man, to keep yourself standing despite how weak your knees feel already.

but he's got you, a strong hand around your thigh, fingers gripping the supple skin- keeping you both firm and spread wide so he can lap at your pretty cunt.

his tongue circles your clit, then trace down your folds until it reaches your entrace- leaking and already pulsing, clenching around nothing and craving to be filled. you feel a huff of breath against your sex, almost like a chuckle, before he's licking at your dripping hole and you break into a moan with fingers running through his long dark mane- a silent encouragement as your hips buck against his mouth.

madara hums.

"you're eager today," he comments in such an unfazed tone, one that couldn't be coming from someone currently mouthing your swollen clit.

you curse under your breath, fingers gripping his hair just a little tighter and it's his time to curse as you pull him closer to your sex.

you need this so bad. you can feel the need boiling in your stomach, dripping down your thighs and you know he can feel clit throbbing in his mouth, feel it swelling with need as he suckles on the sensitive nub.

and yet, he teases you. madara pulls away despite how you pull at his hair and whimper in frustration; and you can feel the smirk on his wet lips as they press lovingly to your thigh.

"oh? did I interrupt something, my queen?" he has to hold back a chuckle at the way you look at him- disheveled and oh so angry at his little anticts. he's such a little snake. "I thought you were enjoying it?" he feigns innocence as another kiss is pressed to your inner thigh and you squirm.

you grunt. gods you were so, so very close, and the further your orgasm dissipates from your reach, the more desperate and frustrated you grow.

you fingers dig both in his scalp and in the fabric of his clothes, tugging the man up until he's standing face to face.

he stares at you with a raised brow, curiosity and provocation in his narrowed eyes. he is daring you, almost taunting you to do something about your frustration.

and you do.

you pull him close until his mouth is on yours, and his sly smirk is forced off his face in order to kiss you back. it's demanding, heated and almost heady to be pressed against him. his hands grips both fabric and skin and you can feel, despite all his teasing, how being on his knees and eating his wife's pretty pussy has affected him.

the unmistakable tent on his pants is pressed on your leg and you can feel his cock twitch beneath the fabric at the contact.

you chuckle between kisses, even as he bites your lip in retaliation. oh how revenge is sweet.

you pull him by the hair and he groans. madara looks like he wants and will devour you right where you stand, and it makes you stomach flutter in anticipation.

you inch closer to him, breath tickling his mouth and he's so sure that you're going for another kiss that he's left dazed when you pull away and brush your lips against jaw instead. oh, he likes this.

"take your pants off and lay down on the bed," it is a command, but you utter it so hotly on his skin and you sound so sweet that it makes his dick throb in his pants at the mere chance to be released from its confines.

sure, he'll humor you this once.

you watch the man strip and each newly revealed skin makes a new wave of heat run through your spine. madara will never not take your breath away, with layers of scars on his beautiful skin, with muscles strong enough you were sure he could and did break and even killed things. but he was beautiful, alluring nonetheless.

he watched your gaze carefully, taking in your lust and relishing in the pride it brought him. to be wanted, to be needed like this by you was exhilarating and addicting.

with all his clothes gone he laid on the bed, and you felt your heart pound in your chest the closer you got to him.

you kneeled over his hips, thighs on each side, trapping him in the best way possible.

oh, he was loving this; you looked ravishing on top of him, with chest heaving with each intake of breath, how shy you looked even as you straddled him- as if he couldn't feel the heat of your pussy even while inches away from his cock, as if he couldn't see it glistening with arousal, and how your swollen your poor little clit has become. as if you are not dying to ride his cock until you come apart around it.

but madara is a good husband, a caring lover. he caress your thigh and the gentle act brings your pretty doe eyes back to him.

his gaze is so intense it nearly makes you gasp. if you were wet before, now you are sure you're soaking.

"ride me, my queen, let me see how beautiful you look," two fingers traces their way from your hipbone all the way down to your sex, spreading your damp lips apart and fully exposing you to him, "while you fuck me."

your entire body shakes at his words, at his voice, his touch and the mental image of that. you bite your lip and take his cock in your hand. it's heavy and hot around your grip, and you slowly press it on your sex, sliding it up down between your slick folds for a bit to coat it in your leaking juices.

madara exhales heavily at that and his dick twitches, beads of precum ebbing from its tip. he needs to feel you around him, squeezing his cock.

and so do you. you press his tip to your entrance with trembling fingers; the arousal is almost suffocating, you are aching with need and the feel of the thick head of his cock pressing into you, making your sensitive sex stretch for him is nearly enough to make you cum then and there.

he's so fucking big it makes your chest feel heavy. it's hard to concentrate on breathing as you lower yourself further down his dick, each inch is a delicious stretch that nearly stings. it feels so good, so overwhelming.

"fuck," you breathed out, thighs tensing and body relaxing at the same time. you don't think you'll ever get used to this man's cock- how heavy and huge it feels and how much it spreads your pussy to its limits, almost painfully. it's the kind of pleasure that makes you heady, that utterly blanks your mind from anything but him.

madara has to clench his jaw and nearly bite his tongue to stop his moan. gods, you are so fucking tight around him and your pretty little cunt is so wet, he can feel you leaking on his balls. this little game of yours- this dominance, the way you are taking your pleasure from him, it is all too fun for him to simply lose in the first round. he won't moan like bitch, not yet.

though that doesn't mean he doesn't reach for you. his fingers grip your hips tightly, and in a sense the touch anchors you from the overwhelming sensation of easing him inside you, of feeling so full with his dick. 

your lips are parted, slightly gasping for air when you tentatively roll your hips against his. you feel his cock move inside you, pressing into your walls and the way you are right now- with pussy lips quite literally kissing his groin, pressed flush, fully sheating his big cock inside you, when you move forward your body trembles and you clench from how your clit rubs deliciously right below his navel.

it feels wonderful and you could do just that, rub your poor little nub right against crotch with each roll of your hips, with his cock still buried deep inside you. but you need more, need to fuck his dick until it reaches that spot inside you, until you're shaking from your high.

you lift your hips slowly, but you impale your sweet cunt on him with such vigor that madara cannot hold back his groan this time.

fucking hell, you feel amazing.

he sounds so good and something about having your man, powerful and feared as you know he is, so willing and responsive underneath you has you shuddering in pleasure. the thrill of it- of bouncing on his cock not simply for his pleasure but to chase your own, and have him encourage you with every groan is addicting.

you reach down for him, fingers sliding beneath his head and tangling in his hair. madara can't deny that having you pull him up by his hair so demandingly is hot, makes his cock throb inside you and he pants right against your lips. you are taller than him in this position, and with half lidded eyes, you make him look up at you, moaning right against his lips.

he nearly breaks from the sensation. he never thought he'd be so into being dominated like this, that having you pulling him by the hair and forcing him to look into your eyes as you fuck yourself on his cock would get him this weak, this ready to cum like a needy fool. but can he be blamed though? when you look so ravishing and your cunt feels so tight and sweet? when he can hear every squelch as your hips come down on his and every squeeze of your pussy almost feels like its choking his cock? oh no, he can't.

so he buries his head on your shoulder and moans, hoping your skin will muffle his voice, hoping that he can feel your pussy cumming on his cock soon or he'll lose his mind.

"you feel so fucking good," he breathes out and the praise make your fingers tighten against his scalp and your slick walls on his dick. your body shivers in delight.

oh, you love to be praised don't you?

"that's it, you're being so good for me," you nearly choke, the pleasure that his words ignites trail up your spine, down into your very bones. deep inside you know this is his way of regaining some sort of control, but you don't mind when it makes you feel this good.

you moan his name, "I'm close," your warning breaks into another moan as you feel him finally thrusting up into you, he reaches so deeply into you that it makes your stomach turn and sink in mindblowing pleasure, and it finally hits that sweet spot.

you are so so close, you can nearly taste your orgasm on the tip of your tongue.

you call his name, mewl so delightlfully as he feels your pussy repeteadly clench and drool around his dick with every snap of his hips. he moans into your neck, feeling your pace get faster and rougher the closer you get. his voice is deep and filled with unbridled lust as he speaks, "come on then, take what you need, come on my cock."

your orgasm crushes through you so violently that your voice is robbed from you- the moan that desperately wanted to leave your beautiful, tempting lips die in your throat as your body is wrecked with tremors and shudders above him.

for a moment madara is so fascinated by the sight of you– of your head thrown back and eyes scrunched shut in sheer bliss, of lips parted and pearly drops of sweat dribbling down your neck to the center of your chest– that the man forgets his own pleasure, for that moment he's so enthralled by you that he neglects his own aching cock.

and when he does take notice of it, with how hard it is twitching inside of you and how he's on the brink of his own orgasm, it's too late. in seconds you lift your hips up and off him and the lack of any stimulation after being on the very edge of the precipice leaves the man so dazed he doesn't react.

lust, perplexion and frustration courses through his features but never to settle. for the first time in his life he was speechless.

your chuckle brings him back to reality, forces him to face the brutal ache he feels on his drenched cock and balls from the merciless denial.

"what?" your breath is still ragged and coming in pants, eyes still half lidded in your blissful beauty. you look stunning, abosolutely fucked out and beautiful even in exhaustion, "did I interrupt something?" but is the look in your eyes and that little smirk you have when you utter those words that does it for him.

kakashi will postpone your first time a lot, ok, like. everything with him is baby steps, slow and steady so you both can be comfortable with it. 

but it comes with a price– this man is so insanely touch starved, and it gets harder to conceal it when you have a partner that kisses you lovingly, that seeks to touch you so casually and yet, everytime it sends him a shiver through his body. 

he knew he craved physical contact badly, but it's SO much worse than he thought and it's a struggle to take it slow. the makeouts are hot and heavy and always leave his brain fuzzy, his body tingling with want and need. he never wants to pull out, so he always stops before it gets that heated. 

the first time you both actually get together is intense– the longing has been building up in both of you now, and it's like a hunger that simply does not cease, no matter how hard you kiss him, how tight you grip and pull him closer.

his body shakes and you are just kissing his neck. you kiss down his body and he moans, mind reeling and he can't think of anything but how close your lips are to his dick. 

he knows he won't last, gods, he knows he won't, and he tries to tell you but you simply smile to him, pressing a kiss to his navel while saying you want to do this for him, that you don't mind.

the anticipation is agony, creeping up his stomach as you pull down his pants. 

damn, he looks so good. the tip of his dick is red, swollen and leaking small beds of precum– he craves you so much you can see it twitching as you lean closer, just by feeling your breathing fanning over the sensitive skin. 

at the first contact of your lips, a simple and small kiss, his head falls back and his fists clench around the sheets. he feels a burn in his left eye, a familiar burn he can't control. the eye opens at the exact moment you wrap your pretty lips around his aching tip.

the sharingan takes in every movement you make and it's heady, feeling the sensation of your lips– plump, wet and warm around him as you take him deeper and deeper into your mouth with each bob of your head, and registering every second of it. 

he pulses in your mouth, you can taste him already and you barely even started. you know he's close, and he comes with a strained moan when you push him down your throat. 

his hands reach for your head, digging in your scalp as he releases, legs trembling on the bed and body spasming slightly– the orgasm washes over him like a wave, giant and overpowering, the feeling so overwhelming it takes him minutes to come back down. 

he couldn't put into words the sensation if he had to, he feels like floating as he catches his breath. you crawl back up to him, pressing gentle kisses to his skin before placing one to his lips.

he looks at you like you're something divine, his fingers cup your cheek with so much delicacy. 

kakashi presses his forehead to yours, and he has a smile on his lips, "your turn now, I assume?"

kisame is a patient man, more than many and he's gentle. he knows he's packing it, he knows rushing will bring you both nothing but discomfort, and that's the opposite of what he wants.

his hands are on your hips, running up and down in a soothing way, and it helps calm down your nerves, even if just a bit.

you breath in and out slowly. your hand is around his dick and your fingers can barely close around his girth. he feels hot and so heavy on your hand as you press him to your clit, rubbing his tip up and down your sex, coating him on your slick.

he moans low, encouraging you. he's happy to simply sit down with you on top of him like this, to let you control things and go at your pace.

he already did everything he could to help you stretch out: he fingered you, nice and slow, and let you come around his fingers twice. he ate you out until your legs were shaking around his head, and made sure you were extremely slick, so much so you felt it dripping now on his cock.

you mewled low. gods, he felt so good like this, just griding against your pussy, but you wanted more. you bit your lip, and with a whimper you pressed his dick against your entrace.

your head fell against his shoulder, forehead pressed tight against his skin as you felt the thick head stretching you out almost painfully, but you keep pressing down on him, feeling him sink inside you, your fingers digging in his skin as you whimpered and sobbed low.

he can't deny how good your pussy feels– clenching so tight around him, quivering around his dick and pulsing around him as you push yourself to take more and more of him. but he knows it's painful for you, he knows you're trying to take more than your tight little pussy can take. his hands grip your hips and force you to stop, and it's only then you release your breath.

"shh," he pressed his lips against your hair, arms holding you tight and so protectively. his voice is low and warm, "I got you, relax, baby," you whimper again in response. gods, he's so fucking big. you feel like he's splitting you in half and when you look down, you realize barely half of it is inside you.

kisame silences your whine with a kiss, pulling your face to his and caressing your cheek. his eyes are so kind on you– the lust is there too, but the care in them is just as strong.

"you gotta take it slow, shorty," his voice is warm and soothing and you're just so glad he's such an attentive lover. you feel your pussy aching, and tears sting in your eyes.

you whimper his name and he groans when he feels your pussy pratically squeezing his cock. he grips your hips harder, keeping you still, "want to stop?" you shake you head frantically, clinging to him and your tears threaten to fall.

"n-no! no, I... I can take it, I just... you're so fucking big, I-I just need a second," your voice is strained and kisame can feel his dick throb slightly from how cute you sound.

he presses another kiss to your lips, this time slower, letting you concentrate on his lips moving on yours. when he parts, you feel dizzy, "want me to rub that cute little clit of yours?" it takes you a second to register his words, but when you do, you feel a heat pricking at your cheeks. you nod, flustered.

he smirks, his lips going to your throat, and amidst the burning kisses presses to your nec you can feel the sharp teeth brushing over the skin, and you shiver. you are so distracted by them that when his thumb finally presses to your clit, you feel your whole body shudder, like electricity raked through you.

he rubs your clit slowly, circling it under his thumb, hearing you sigh and slowly relax around him, "you're so wet for me, shorty, you're doing so well," you moan to him and this time, when your pussy contracts around him is not out of pain or discomfort– it's eagerness, it's out of craving more of him.

and this time he allows it, he lets you slide down his dick but his thumb keeps touching your clit, keeping you stimulated as you slowly start rolling your hips against his.

fuck, he's so fucking deep inside you that you feel your toes curl from just that. you cling to him, moaning his name and your pace grows faster, harder. he feels so good, gods, his cock feels amazing inside you.

you've never been this stretched in your life, and you're sure you'll be sore the next morning, but it's so worth it. especially when he's moaning with you, low and breathy as he lets you fuck him into the mattress.

he gives you small praises and encouragements, and they only spur you further to chase that high.

he gives a deep moan and bucks up into you, "fuck, baby, your pussy is so fucking good," he grips your hips and helps you up and down on him– he lifts you and push you down so effortlessly that your head spins.

"I-I'm close," you manage to let out between mewls and moans, sobbing his name as pleasure completely overtakes your senses. and he moans and only fucks you harder, hellbent on making you come as hard as possible as he thrusts into you and pinches your swollen clit.

and you do, you come hard around him, feeling your whole body spasming in his arms as your pussy contracts and clenches tight around him. he curses and doesn't last much longer– not when your pussy feels good, milking his cock for all its worth.

the sound of your heavy breaths mingle into the room, and even as your mind is still fuzzy from the pleasure, you cling to him.

you hear him chuckle– breathy and pleasant, "damm, that was amazing, shorty," he presses a kiss to your forehead, "I knew you could take it."

kakashi LOVES having your legs over his shoulders, ok. the feel of your soft thighs trembling and trying to clamp around his head as he goes down on you, the way you sigh whenever he grips them tighter and makes you come in his mouth.

and he also loves the way they dangle on his back as he fucks you slowly, hearing every single one of your breathy moans as he slides in and out of you. he kisses your thighs, bites them even as his pace picks up, and you become nothing more than a moaning mess beneath him.

his hands will leave marks on your thighs and so will his lips, pressing such avid kisses as he feels himself throbbing inside you. it feels so good, fucking you like this– with you clenching around him and your whole body spasming as you come again. it's his own piece of heaven.

tsunade never thought love would find her again, much less a love as pure and thorough as yours. you're both aware of her position, of her duty and how busy it renders her and yet, you still chose to stay with her, to share what little is left of her time with her. you chose to love her, to call her your lover, your wife.

it's the kind of thing that boosts her energy even when she's exhausted, coming home late from the office– to see you there, greeting her at the door and pressing gentle kisses to her face as you offer to get a bath ready for her? it's the best feeling in the world.

so much so that, sometimes, she catches herself daydreaming about you when she's supposed to finish the paperwork. how can she not, though, when you're this good to her? she feels bad she can't give you more– more of her time, invest more of herself. and yet, for some reason, what she already gives you is enough to have your whole heart.

the paperwork wasn't as dragging today so she manages to come home on time. you beam when you hear the door opening, coming to her with a wide, loving smile and a sweet kiss.

tsunade smiles against your lips and something in the way in her kiss– the swift and lingering movement, the way they brush so teasingly and then press fully, taking your breath away, makes your skin bristle with a shiver. she takes a step forward, leading you between kisses until you feel your back hitting the wall.

when she finally parts the kiss you panting, and the hazy look in your eyes makes the woman's heart skip a beat. you look so beautiful and she hates the fact she barely has time to enjoy you like this everyday, as you deserve.

you have this giddy smile on your lips and you feel a faint heat on your cheeks as her lips brush against your throat, "someone came home hungry," you tease and can feel her smirk pressed right to your neck.

"oh, darling, I'm starving," she has been for so long and she can't wait to devour you– to see the tears of overwhelming pleasure pooling in your eyes as she fucks you silly, she misses your cute moans and breathy whines so much.

she pins you firmly against the wall and your gasp is swallowed by her kiss, hungry and fervent. you feel your knees weaken slightly as her fingers deftly work under your shirt, pulling it up and over your chest to expose your breasts.

she pulls away only to press a teasing bite to your jaw. her hands cup your breasts and she lets out a breathy chuckle at the feel of your nipples already stiffening under her grip.

heat pools deep and quickly below your stomach while her fingers circles your nipple, your hands bury in her hair and a low moan slips from your parted lips when she pinches your stiff little nub between her fingers. her leg press in between your legs and your breath grows ragged– you missed her like this so much, so eager, so dominant.

you can barely think like this, your mind feels hazy and there's nothing but her– her lips, her hands shedding your clothes and the way she presses you into that wall, making you feel so pleasantly small and so desired.

she is kneeling before you and you gasp when you feel her pulling both of your legs over her shoulders. and then her lips are on you– licking her way into your pussy, circling your tight entrance and moving up to swollen clit.

your legs shake around her head and you pull her hair– nothing but her strenght is holding you up, and you can't help but feel the most relaxed you've ever been as he eats you out, suckling on your clit and tasting your juices. gods, she missed your taste so much.

you almost feel ashamed at how quickly you come against her mouth, but it's been so long and any stimulation was enough to tip you over that edge– she moaned against your clit the second she feel it spasming slightly against her tongue, encouraging you.

she doesn't give you much time to come back from that high before she starts builing up your second, though, this time with two of her fingers pressing and quickly fucking you through your orgasm– the feel of your tight little pussy spasming around her, wet and fluttering against her fingers as she sucks on your sensitive clit and hear your whimpers. the way your legs clutch around her head so deliciously.

she could spend hours like this, fucking you to tears while licking your pulsing clit, making you come against her mouth until you're sobbing. you mewl her name, feeling tears pricking at your eyes as you fist her hair, trying to ground yourself while pleasure overtakes you.

"please, baby, I'm so close, I–" she doesn't wait for you to finish before she's pulling that orgasm from you.

you come with sharp cry, feeling something breaking inside you as your pussy spasms and gushes against her mouth and fingers– tsunade moans at the sight of you squirtig so beautifully, the way she can see your pretty pussy clenching around her fingers so desperately as you gush. she could almost come just from that.

she's so fucking wet that her underwear feels uncomfortable, her clit is pulsing and she's dying for some attention, but she holds on, lips all over you as drinks from your pussy– she moans at your taste, but this time, she pulls back and lets you come down from your high.

she has to grab and lift you up the second she puts your legs down. she takes you to the bedroom, chuckling softly at your blissed expression. your heavy breath, the sweat that clings to your skin– you look divine.

she lays you down, laying right beside you and pulling you close. still trying to catch your breath and with eyes closed, you feel her lips pressing against your ear, "you did so good, my love," her voice sounds so good, like hymn from te heaven.

you turn around, peeking tiredly at her with a smile on your lips, "I hope you're not done yet," you tease a little and she raises her brow with a curious smile and a lustful glint in her eyes. you lean closer to her, until you can feel her breath against your lips, "I miss taking your big strap."

tsunade feels a shiver run down your spine, desire pooling right in her sex and making a mess of her panties. oh, she's gonna give you her strap very thoroughly.

I think hashirama is into boobs. nothing brings more comfort than laying your head on a tiddy (he even becomes one in the end) 😔❤️.

madara likes the combo of thighs + ass. they're just so aesthetically pleasing to look at, and also so good to grip and squeeze.

tobirama likes ass but he won't EVER talk about. like. yeah he wants to fuck your cute butt so bad but you will never know, he WILL die with that secret and his dick will make him suffer until that day, as well. nobody wins 😔.