Kakashi doing the shadow clone jutsu and you get doubled teamed 😩
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what about… gangbanging you instead? hehehe !! kakashi’s always wanted to see you airtight— stuffed with cock in every hole, watching you take as many cocks as you could possibly handle at once, and he’s told you so many times before, but you were always apprehensive. even if he was involved and even if the other men were his friends, it still felt like cheating.
“besides, you know i love the way you feel. i don’t want to have sex with anyone else.”
well, now, Kakashi had an idea.
and of course he waits until you’ve already cum once; riding his cock, rocking back and forth with your palms planted on his thighs. with your head thrown back in ecstasy, eyes closed, you don’t see it happen, but you felt a similar grip on your face, jerking your head to the side— his thumb pressing into your jaw to force it open. you let out a startled moan, cut short by a mouthful of cock.
“Mmmff!!”
both hands flee to reach for the obstruction, before your arms are hooked, under the elbow, by two much stronger ones, and brought together behind you. your eyes flicker upwards to see who your assailant is, only to find a mirror of Kakashi staring back at you. you glance, panicked, to the man you’re perched atop, and see that you’re not crazy. you’re still riding Kakashi.
“have i fucked you silly already?” his familiar, playful purr vibrates against the shell of your ear, and you shudder, realizing that the man holding you from behind must also be Kakashi’s twin. “you look so confused. you really don’t know what i did? think long and hard, pretty girl.”
and then it dawned on you what he’d done. with a muffled, moan of approval, you clamp your mouth harder around your lover’s cloned cock, sucking until your eyes crossed.
“uh-huh, that’s the look i wanted. you said you loved the way i feel, right? that you only want to fuck me?” you mewl, gargling on him, a half coherent affirmation, and he chuckles, raspy and wanton. you feel the second clone, the one at your back, worm his way between your asscheeks, spit-slicked cock head pushing up against the ring. luckily, you were so sensitive from cumming that you spasmed and wiggled, pushing back to impale yourself with the second cock.
you whine. the stretch is so incredible, the fullness mind blowing. and, when you open your eyes, scanning the room, you could see a multitude of Kakashi clones, all lined up, stroking their identical cocks, waiting their turns to decimate you.
“good, then i’ll just see how many of me it takes to break you, pretty girl.”
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I need wholesome Bs!reader and Bubba interaction after one night stand sd!simon
Poor bubba prolly starts crying and when you do pick her up she just clings to you like her little life depends on it.
“Ah fuck, I gotta leave for my new babysitting gig in like half an hour” insert having to knock on Mr.Riley’s door and tryna drop off bub only for him to grab and hold you just like the wee bab
except you go stiff as a board. he might've forced himself into your life but he made his bed and brought someone else into it. unacceptable. if he thinks manhandling you like some big skulled small brained caveman is gonna work as an apology, he's in for a rude awakening.
a sharp, "you're squeezing your baby," later and he's dropping you onto your feet. whatever he wants to say sits behind his clenched teeth when you don't even look at him- eyes locked onto his baby.
you spin on your feet without so much as a goodbye. he def starts when you past your flat and head for the exit even though it's a weekday. you never work during weekdays. is it a date?
he's been staring at your location pinging away on his laptop at some random address for hours. his fingers tap the rim of the glass he's been nursing. does he interrupt your little date? the thought of catching you in someone else's bed making the sounds he can still hear ringing in his ears keep his arse planted on the worn chair.
coward. he's a coward. in the face of death, he bares his teeth, sharp and white, fearlessly. but the consequences to his actions have him trying to find a skirt to hide behind.
gotta call the old man happily married price for advice on how to fix this.
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