Archive of Our Own

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The first thing Hinata registered was warmth. A heavy, comforting warmth wrapped around her like a second skin, pulling her from the edges of sleep. She blinked slowly, her lashes brushing against something soft, hair, she realized. Her body was pressed between two distinct sources of heat, one at her back, the other cradled against her front.

A persistent, shrill beeping cut through the quiet. Her brows furrowed. It was Shikamaru’s alarm.

She shifted slightly, and the arm around her waist tightened, pulling her closer. A low, sleep-rough voice murmured against the back of her neck, the words muffled but unmistakably irritated. “Turn it off.”

Shikamaru groaned, his face buried deeper into the swell of her chest, his breath warm through the thin fabric of her nightgown. “No.”

Sasuke’s voice was a growl, vibrating against her skin. “I said turn it off.”

“And I said no,” Shikamaru muttered, his fingers flexing against her hip. “You’re not the boss of me, Uchiha.”

Hinata could feel the tension coil in Sasuke’s body behind her, his muscles going rigid. She bit her lip to stifle a smile. They did this most mornings. A silent, stubborn battle of wills, with her sandwiched between them like the prize in some unspoken contest. She didn’t mind. In fact, she rather liked it. The way they both clung to her, even in irritation, as if she were the only thing keeping them from tearing each other apart.

The alarm blared on, shrill and unrelenting. Sasuke’s arm snaked over her waist, his hand reaching for the nightstand. Shikamaru made a half-hearted attempt to block him, his own arm shooting out, but Sasuke was faster. The alarm cut off abruptly, leaving the room in sudden, blessed silence.

Shikamaru exhaled, his breath tickling her skin. “Show-off.” After a pause, he added, “morning breath.”

Hinata could feel the heat rising in Sasuke’s cheeks, even if she couldn’t see it. He hated the teasing, the way Shikamaru needled at his insecurities, no matter how small. She knew the truth, though. Sasuke’s breath was never anything less than perfect, just like everything else about him. Shikamaru only said it because he knew it would bother him, because he loved the way Sasuke’s composure fractured when he was pushed too far.

She shifted again, pressing back into Sasuke’s chest, feeling the way his body responded instantly, his muscles flexing, his grip tightening. Shikamaru noticed, of course. He always noticed. His hand slid up her ribs, his thumb brushing the underside of her breast, his smirk deepening when she inhaled sharply.

“Please stop being mean to Sasuke,” she scolded, but there was no real heat in it. Her fingers tangled in Shikamaru’s hair, tugging just enough to make him groan, while her other hand reached back, finding Sasuke’s thigh, squeezing.

Shikamaru’s laugh was a dark, knowing sound. “Admit it, you love it.”

Sasuke’s answer was action, not words. His hand slid up her stomach, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her nightgown, tracing the dip of her waist before moving higher.

Hinata’s back pressed harder against Sasuke’s chest, her front flush against Shikamaru. The air between them grew thick, charged, the remnants of sleep burning away under something far more insistent. Shikamaru’s hand joined Sasuke’s, their fingers tangling over her skin, a silent, unspoken challenge.

She could feel them both. Shikamaru’s lazy confidence, the way he let his touches linger, draw out, as if he had all the time in the world. And Sasuke, intense, focused, every movement deliberate, like he was memorizing the way her body responded to him. They were nothing alike, and yet, here they were, both of them wrapped around her, both of them refusing to yield.

Shikamaru’s mouth found her collarbone, his lips pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her skin. Sasuke’s hand slid lower, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her panties, pulling them off. She gasped, her nails digging into Shikamaru’s shoulder, her head falling back against Sasuke’s chest.

“Mine,” Sasuke growled, his voice rough, his fingers curling against her, claiming.

Shikamaru’s answer was a smirk against her skin, his own hand sliding down, mirroring Sasuke’s movements. “We’ll see about that.”

Hinata’s breath came faster, her body caught between them, her skin burning where they touched her. She knew how this would go. The way they would push and pull, each of them trying to outdo the other, to prove something. It was always like this between them, a silent war waged in touches and glances, with her as the battleground.

And she loved every second of it.

The air between them was electric, charged with the kind of tension that only came when two predators circled the same prize. Sasuke’s grip on Hinata tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he shifted behind her, his body pressing flush against hers. She could feel the heat of him, the hard length of his cock trapped between them, his breath hot against the back of her neck. Shikamaru’s hand slid up her thigh, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, his touch possessive, his smirk infuriatingly confident.

“We should decide who gets her first,” Shikamaru drawled, his eyes dark with amusement. “Rock, paper, scissors?”

Sasuke’s answer was a growl, low and dangerous. “Fuck your games, Nara.”

Hinata barely had time to react before Sasuke’s hand slid between her thighs, his fingers parting her, his cock pressing against her entrance. She gasped, her back arching, her body instinctively pushing back against him. Shikamaru’s smirk faltered for half a second, his eyes flashing with irritation, but there was something else there, too. Something hungry.

“Cheap move, Uchiha,” Shikamaru muttered, but his voice was rough, his gaze locked on the way Sasuke’s cock slid into her, the way Hinata’s body took him, the way her lips parted on a soft, breathless moan.

Sasuke didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. His answer was in the way he gripped her hip, the way he pulled her back onto him, filling her in one slow thrust. Hinata cried out, her head falling back against his shoulder, her neck exposed, her body trembling. Shikamaru’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening on her thigh, his eyes darkening as he watched Sasuke take her, the way her body arched, the way her lips parted, the way she whimpered his name.

Hinata felt the rough vibration of Shikamaru’s groan against her skin, his breath hot and uneven. "Fuck," he muttered, his body tense against hers, the hard press of him impossible to ignore. She could feel the frustration radiating off him, the way his fingers dug into her hips just a little too tight, the way his entire body seemed coiled with something raw and restless.

She knew why.

Sasuke always had to prove something, always had to be first, always had to win. And Shikamaru hated it. But she could feel the way his body reacted anyway, the way his pulse quickened, the way his touch turned rougher, hungrier, when he watched them together. When he watched her.

It should have been awkward. It should have felt wrong.

But it didn’t.

Because the heat in his touch, the way his breath hitched when Sasuke’s hands slid over her skin, it wasn’t just jealousy. It was want. And that want, that need, made her shiver, made her arch into them both, caught between the storm of their rivalry and the quiet, desperate way they both clung to her.

Sasuke’s hips rolled, his thrusts slow at first, as if he wanted to savor every second of it. His mouth found the side of her neck, his teeth scraping her skin, his breath hot against her ear. “Mine,” he growled, his voice rough.

Hinata moaned, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her body moving with his, her back arching, her breasts pressing against Shikamaru’s chest. Shikamaru’s hand slid up, his palm cupping her breast from underneath her nightgown, his thumb brushing her nipple, his touch possessive, even as he watched Sasuke fuck her from behind. She could see how his cock ached, his body taut with need, but she knew he refused to let Sasuke see how much it affected him.

Sasuke’s thrusts grew harder, his hips snapping against hers, his breath coming in sharp, rough gasps. Hinata’s moans filled the room, her body trembling, her nails digging into Shikamaru’s arm as she clung to him. Shikamaru’s fingers tightened on her breast, his thumb rolling her nipple between his fingers, his cock throbbing, his body aching with the need to be inside her as he thrust his hips forward, trying to get some relief she assumed.

“You’re so tight,” Sasuke groaned, his voice rough, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside her.

Hinata whimpered, her body clenching around him. Sasuke’s release came with a rough, guttural groan, his body tensing behind hers, his cock pulsing inside her. Hinata cried out, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Sasuke pulled out slowly, his cock slipping from her with a wet sound. Hinata whimpered at the loss, her body still trembling, her skin flushed, her lips parted. Shikamaru didn’t give her a second to recover. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her toward him, his cock pressing against her entrance.

“My turn,” he murmured, his voice dark, his eyes gleaming with smug satisfaction as he glanced behind her at Sasuke. “And I know exactly how to make her beg for more.”

She could imagine Sasuke’s glare was lethal. “You’re full of shit, Nara.”

Shikamaru’s smirk deepened. “We’ll see about that.”

Hinata’s breath hitched as Shikamaru’s cock slid into her. She gasped, her fingers clawing at his shoulders, her body arching into his. Behind her, Sasuke’s hands found her waist, open-mouthed kisses to the back of her neck.

Shikamaru groaned, his voice rough, his hips rolling, his thrusts deep, relentless. “You feel amazing, Hinata.”

She moaned, her body moving with his, her back still pressed against Sasuke’s chest, her neck exposed, her skin burning where they touched her. Sasuke’s hands slid up her body, his fingers finding her breasts, his touch possessive, his mouth trailing hot kisses along her shoulder.

“S-Shikamaru…please.”

“See?” Shikamaru’s voice was a dark, knowing murmur, his thrusts growing harder, his hips snapping against hers. “I told you I’d make her beg.”

Hinata cried out again, her body tightening around him, her nails digging into his skin. “Shikamaru—!”

His name on her lips was all it took. His thrusts grew erratic, his breath coming in sharp, rough gasps, his body tensing as he buried himself deep inside as her came hard.

Sasuke growled, his voice rough, his hips rolling against her ass. “I want to hear you say my name next.”

Shikamaru’s smirk was triumphant, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his release. “We’ll see who she begs for first, Uchiha.”

Hinata’s breath hitched, her body still sensitive, still trembling between them. She could feel them both, Shikamaru, still buried deep inside her, his cock twitching, his body taut with the need to take her again. And Sasuke, hard and insistent behind her, his hands gripping her, his breath hot against her skin.

Hinata’s skin flushed and sensitive, her breath coming in unsteady gasps as Shikamaru’s hands slid down to her waist. His touch was possessive, his fingers digging into the softness of her hips as he shifted their positions with an effortless confidence that only he could pull off. One moment, she was beside him, her body still trembling from the way he had taken her, and the next, she was straddling him, her thighs spread wide over his hips, her hands instinctively bracing against his chest.

His hands gripped her waist, lifting her just enough to set the rhythm. His rhythm. His thumbs pressed into the dip of her waist, guiding her, controlling every movement as he bounced her on his cock, his thrusts deep and measured. Hinata’s breath hitched, her fingers curling against his chest, her body already responding, already climbing toward another peak.

Hinata rocked her hips forward, her breath catching as Shikamaru’s hands slid up to grip her waist, his thumbs pressing into the dip just above her hips. The heat of his touch seared through her, his dark eyes locked onto hers with that infuriating, knowing glint that always made her stomach flutter. She could feel the way his body tensed beneath hers, the way his breath hitched when she rolled her hips just right, the way his fingers tightened when she gasped his name.

"Shikamaru..." His name fell from her lips in a breathless whisper, her voice trembling with need.

From the corner of her eye, she could see Sasuke lying beside them, his body stretched out along the bed. His hand moved slowly, almost lazily, over himself, but the tension in his jaw, the way his sharp black eyes followed her every movement, betrayed how affected he was. She could almost feel the weight of his gaze tracing the curve of her back as she arched, the way her hair spilled over her shoulders, the flush spreading across her skin. His breath came in rough, uneven bursts, and she wondered if he was imagining his hands replacing Shikamaru’s, if he was remembering the way she had gasped his name just as desperately.

Shikamaru’s hips lifted to meet hers, his thrusts growing deeper, more insistent. Hinata’s fingers curled into his chest, her nails scraping lightly against his skin as pleasure coiled tighter inside her. "Don’t stop—" The words slipped out before she could think, her voice breaking as her body trembled above him.

His smirk was dark, his gaze flicking toward Sasuke for just a moment before returning to her. She could feel the unspoken challenge in the air, the way Shikamaru’s grip on her tightened just a little more, as if to remind Sasuke exactly who was making her fall apart right now. Sasuke’s hand moved faster, his strokes growing more urgent, and she could practically taste the frustration rolling off him. The way his jaw clenched, the way his eyes darkened as he watched her ride Shikamaru, as if he were memorizing every gasp, every tremor, every broken moan.

"You like that, don’t you?" Shikamaru’s voice was rough, his thrusts growing more erratic as he neared his own release. His hands slid up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, and she arched into his touch with a whimper. "You like knowing he’s watching while you come for me."

Hinata couldn’t answer, her body too lost in sensation, her mind too fogged with pleasure. But the way Sasuke’s breath hitched, the way his hand stilled for just a heartbeat before resuming its frantic pace, told her everything. He was watching. He was aching. And no matter how much he hated it, no matter how much he wanted to deny it, he couldn’t look away. Because right now, in this moment, she was theirs. And they were both, undeniably, hers.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his voice rough, his body tensing beneath hers. “Come for me, Hinata.”

Behind her, Sasuke’s strokes grew harder, his cock twitching, his release building, his eyes locked on the way she fell apart. “Fuck—”

Shikamaru’s release hit him first, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he came with a rough, guttural groan. Hinata’s body followed, her orgasm crashing over her, her cry muffled against his chest as her body shuddered, her thighs trembling.

Sasuke’s release came a second later, his cum spilling over his fingers, landing hot and thick on his stomach. His breath was ragged, his body trembling, his eyes still locked on Hinata as she collapsed forward, her body spent, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she buried her face against Shikamaru’s chest.

Shikamaru’s arms tightened around her, his fingers tracing slow, possessive circles along her spine while his other hand remained tangled in her hair, keeping her face close to his. His lips brushed hers in a slow, lingering kiss, his body still thrumming with the afterglow of pleasure. He made no move to let her go, his grip firm, his legs shifting slightly to keep her pinned above him. The message was clear—she wasn’t going anywhere.

His voice was rough, muffled against her skin. "I could stay like this all day." The words rumbled through his chest, warm and lazy, his fingers never stopping their slow exploration of her back. "Forget the reports, forget the meetings, forget everything but this." A sigh escaped him, his breath fanning over her collarbone. "All of it’s troublesome anyway."

Sasuke’s glare was sharp from where he lay beside them, his body still tense despite the lingering tremors of his own release. He watched the way Shikamaru’s hands held her in place, the way his fingers curled possessively into her skin, keeping her from shifting even an inch closer to him. The unspoken refusal hung between them. She was his right now, and he wasn’t letting go.

Shikamaru’s chuckle vibrated against her chest, low and satisfied. His hips shifted just enough to keep her locked in place, his body still buried inside hers, unwilling to relinquish even that much.

Hinata’s breath caught as his fingers traced idle patterns down her back, her body still sensitive, still humming with the remnants of pleasure. She could feel the way his muscles relaxed beneath her, the way his breathing slowed, already half-lulled by the warmth of her body against his.

Sasuke’s glare was sharp, his voice cutting through the room like a blade. "Get up, Nara. I’m tired of looking at your face. You’ve got work to do, or did you forget?"

Shikamaru’s smirk turned knowing, his voice a slow, deliberate taunt. "Or what, Uchiha? You just want me gone so you can have her all to yourself?" His fingers dug into her hip, his tone laced with amusement. "You can’t stand that she wants me here too. Must be hard, knowing you can’t compete when we’re both in the room."

Hinata sat up abruptly, swinging her leg off Shikamaru’s lap, the sudden loss of her warmth making him groan in protest as he slid out of her. His hands twitched, as if to pull her back, but she was already out of reach, her glare sharp and unyielding. "Shikamaru, that’s enough." Her voice was firm, her frustration clear, and for once, his smirk faltered, replaced by a flash of something almost like regret.

"I didn’t mean anything by it," he muttered, though the usual arrogance in his tone had dimmed, his fingers curling against the sheets as if resisting the urge to reach for her again.

Sasuke’s voice was a lethal growl, his body tensing as he sat up, his eyes burning with fury. "You think you’re clever, Nara? I’ll make sure you regret every word."

Hinata turned to Sasuke, her voice just as firm. "Sasuke, stop. This isn’t helping anything." She reached out, placing a hand on his chest, feeling the tension beneath her fingers. "Both of you need to calm down. Now."

Shikamaru’s smirk faded slightly, though his voice still carried an edge. "He started it."

Sasuke’s hand lifted, cupping her chin gently but with an unyielding firmness. His voice was rough, but the anger had softened into something deeper. "I’m sorry." His lips met hers, slow and deliberate at first, then deepening into something far more possessive. His mouth moved against hers with a practiced ease, his tongue coaxing her lips apart as his fingers slid into her hair, tilting her head just enough to take the kiss deeper. It was the kind of kiss that made her forget everything but the heat of him, the kind that made her melt into his touch.

Shikamaru let out a low, jealous grunt. "Tch. Show-off."

Sasuke pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his voice low and sincere. "I didn’t mean it."

Shikamaru exhaled sharply, his voice grudging but sincere. "Yeah. Sorry, Hinata."

Hinata looked between them, her frustration easing slightly. She knew this was as close to peace as they were going to get. For now, it was enough.

But as she settled back between them, the weight of their rivalry pressing in on her, she couldn’t help but wonder how long this fragile truce would last. Loving them both was easy. Keeping them from tearing each other apart was another matter entirely.

She reached for Shikamaru’s hand, lacing her fingers through his, then did the same with Sasuke. They were hers, and she was theirs. But sometimes, that felt like the hardest part of all.