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The Akatsuki Concubine VII

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Tobi x F!Reader

Summary: Tobi discovers you being used by Kisame and another concubine and whisks you away to heal. He claims you in front of his organization and seeks revenge on the Uchiha brothers.

Warnings: NSFW, public sex, slight degradation, unprotected penetration, choking.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: It took a hot minute and a rewrite but enjoy the final chapter of this mini series

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!?!?!?!”

Your heart drops to your stomach. You desperately wanted him to find you and rescue you but the shame of what has happened to you since he left you alone consumes your entirety. 

Eyes wide, they lock onto the glowing red one beneath the orange mask. Before you know it, you find yourself alone in that void of his, still tied up and on your back. Frickin 'perfect. 

You see pieces of Tobi’s body appear and disappear and you’re certain that means he must be fighting Kisame. 

Paranoia rattles your nerves as you think of what he’s going to do to you once he’s done. How will he punish you? You are already sore from these past two days, not to mention the most recent interactions with his crew. You’re not sure your body can take much more. By now any touch of his is sure to be painful. Sweat drips down your brow and droplets form on your chest. You’re starting to realize that you might not survive this. He’s a murderer. This is how it’ll end. Death at the hands of the gang leader driven mad by his crew using you like a cheap fleshlight. 

You strain even harder, using your fire style to continue to burn through your bindings but you can’t quite make the hand signs. The blood is pounding in your ears so loudly that you almost miss the sound of two footsteps touching the floor next to you. 

You freeze for a moment, eyes locking on the furious one zeroed in on your body. The sight of you covered in cum, sweat, and blood, bruises littering your chest, tied up so tight that your knees are purple and your face is pale, struggling on the ground, scarred for your life. 

Homicide filled his heart as he stared at you. You must have sensed it because you resume panicking and squirming on the floor.  

He rips off his mask and pulls a kuni from the holster around his thigh before keeling beside you. You scream, closing your eyes and waiting for the blade to drive into your skin. You feel the cool steel touch your neck and know this is it. You sob as he pushes in, hooking the knife under the rope and yanking up.

The ties fall slack and suddenly you can breathe. You begin hyperventilating as you try to walk with your hands, dragging your body behind you but Tobi yanks you back towards him. You're filled with terror as you struggle against his grip. He brings the knife to your leg, the femoral artery only a few inches away.

You form the hand signs for your phoenix flower jutsu when his sharingan freezes your motions. You’re stuck as a statue while he continues to cut away at your bindings. When he’s done he tucks your hair behind your ear and pulls you close to him. Urgency and worry soak his features as his carmine eyes study you.

“How many?”

He releases his genjutsu and you collapse into him too tired to think straight but suddenly feeling safe.

“What?”

“How many men took what is mine.”

“Three, my lord.”

“Kisame, Itachi, and Sasuke”

Your eyes widen. “How’d you-“

Tobi scoffs, “ I caught Kisame in the act while inside itachi’s room. If there’s only one more it’s his kid brother. 

While none of it was voluntary, despite enjoying some parts (a fact that you hate), all of it was a shameful betrayal to Tobi and you wish he had never left you alone. 

It took some time for your breathing to return to normal. Tobi holds you, his muscles tense. He swore to protect you and he failed. How did things get so out of control in just a few hours? He wasn’t sure how much of what he walked in on was consensual but he also knows the life of a girl brought up in a pleasure house probably made you numb to men forcing themselves on you. It’s just work, but the terror that overtook you when he came in, showed him, undoubtedly that to you something is different when it comes to him. He’s not just your job. He means something to you and that detail rakes him with guilt. 

He’ll do better. The only man inside of you will be him. There won’t be others. Without realizing it, he is squeezing you tighter with each passing thought till your weak voice spoke in his ear, “Tobi? You’re hurting me.”

He releases you, fearful of adding any more injuries. “I need to get you cleaned up.” He collects your body and stands up with you cradled in his arms. When he steps out of the void you walk out to a lovely secluded waterfall seemingly far away from the hideout. 

Tobi sets you down and begins to disrobe. His clothes lay on the ground at his feet before he grasps your hand and guides you into the river. 

The water wasn’t nearly as cold as you had imagined, it is actually nice and soothes the rope burn that formed around your wrists and ankles. It also cooled the chafing at your entrance that formed from overuse. 

As soon as the water is deep enough you begin to scrub at your skin. Rubbing away Itachi and Sasuke’s seamen, Hana’s blood, and all the salty sweat that dried on your skin. For good measure you dunk your entire head, washing the events of the day off your body. 

When you are done, Tobi comes over to you. He squats down in the water and pulls you into his lap. Your legs straddle each side of him and your arms drape over his shoulders. 

“You don’t have to tell me anything yet. Just focus on healing.”

A tear slips from your eye as you nod yes, a tiny “okay” squeaking from your throat. 

He holds you close. Memorizing the goosepimples that populate your back. As angry as he is, he’s trying to keep it together for your sake. He’s mad at you, sure, but he also knows it’s not your fault. He hates that someone other than him ravaged you but without his protection, who was going to stop one of his own from targeting you? How are you going to fight against someone like Kisame with your pathetic jutsu? You’re not a trained shinobi, you’re just a whore. It was either submit or submit. You’re only betrayal was enjoying it. 

That treacherous shark on the other hand, won’t be walking for a few weeks. By the time his concussion heals, your bruises will have faded away. But his leg, that will take over a month. Good thing there’s not many missions right now. The only reason he isn’t dead is cause Tobi needs him. After his purpose is fulfilled, his execution will be immediate.

Your head drops to rest on the juncture between his neck and shoulder. He looks down at you, hoping you feel comfortable when his eyes catch a glimpse of a bruise forming on your neck. You were fighting hard against the fibers of the rope. A chill runs down his spine imagining how you must’ve felt. 

At that moment he comes to a concrete decision. You’re moving into his room. You will be with him 24/7 and if he’s on a mission, you will be tucked away in his void. He’s not leaving you by yourself for a second. As precious as gold, you are to him, so safety is now his top priority. You won’t know the meaning of privacy now that he’s seen what happens to you when you’re alone. You are his possession and he will murder the next person who tries to take you for themselves. 

You sit on his lap in the water, noting that he isn’t growing stiff underneath you. At first a flash of panic registers in your brain. Is he done with you? He no longer finds you attractive meaning he no longer has any use for you. You’ll be dead or discarded after this. However, his embrace tightens around you and you realize it’s quite the opposite. He cares. He is upset by what happened to you and is comforting you. Why would he do that? You betrayed him. 

Your head is a mix of emotions. You’re upset that so many used you when you were reserved for Tobi but you feel guilty cause you enjoyed it. All you wanted was for Tobi to rescue you but now that he has, you feel shame and remorse. You snuggle in deeper to be met with an affectionate kiss to your temple. You hum, content and relieved.

The next two days Tobi remained distant from his group, opting to stay locked away with you till the time came for you to reveal the truth. A panging suspicion reeled in his head about your bruises but without your confirmation he wasn’t about to slaughter the remnants of his clan.

During your silence Tobi treated you like gold. He brought you witchhazle to soothe your center and touched you tenderly. Any desire he has for you melts into protection. He holds you gently, buttery soft kisses adorne your cheeks, temple, forehead and the back of your hand. 

As a sex worker, you’ve never gone this long with your legs closed. Your madam never gave you a break that lasted more than 24 hours. You wonder if it was the same for the other girls. Have they had a break yet? They probably haven’t, and they’re probably working as hard as you were cause they were made available to the entire crew. But now…you’re relatively certain that life is about to get much easier. Tobi’s not going to share you and it doesn’t seem he’s ever going to force himself on you again either. You have the right to tell him no. You’ve never had that luxury before. 

A piece of you gives itself to him at this realization. Bit by bit, you’re going to belong to him in a way that is more significant than the ownership he currently has over you and all the girls. Your heart is starting to do something you never thought you’d experience and the feeling makes you uneasy. 

Three days after the incident and Tobi is back in the meeting room. His eye darts viciously between the perpitrators. He wants to strangle them and watch the blood drain from their faces but he has to remain composed.

Every single member of his organization attends the meeting excluding the concubines. Per your request, you are hanging out with them on his side of the hideout but the condition was only allowed because he knew none of his faction would be out of his sight. 

As instructed, at the end of the meeting you join him so he can introduce you to the crew and lay his claim. When you enter through the double doors many of the men look at you with hunger, upset that they didn’t know there was a fourth girl. Kisamae looks down, ensuring Tobi didn’t have a reason to confront him again. As your eyes scan the men in the room, they flit over to Itachi and Sasuke. Itachi’s expression remained a stoic neutureal, but Sasuke wore a gloating smirk that made you stiffen. His eyes latched onto the bruising around your neck, knowing his handiwork left it there. 

“Knew it.” Tobi grumbled confirming it was the youngest Uchiha who left you marked. As much as he wanted to rip their heads off that second, an Uchiha battle can be quite distructive so he opts to exact his revenge later. His hand reaches out for yours, waiting for your delicate fingers to slip into his grasp before he closes his large hand around yours. 

“One last thing,” Tobi announces to the room, “this concubine here,” he spins you around so you’re facing outward but your back is flush with his chest, “is not for use. She is mine.”

His hands begin to grope you through the Akatsuki cloak he let you borrow, the front of it coming undone and exposing your naked body underneath. His mask pushes up against your neck and you can hear him sniffing you, flooding his nose with your intoxicating scent. His fingers dig into your skin harder with each wiff.

He pushes your forward, so you fall onto the table. In swift succession, he pulls the hem of the black and scarlet cloak above your hips while pulling out his manhood. He rubs himself against your slit, glazing his shaft with your slick before pressing into you.

Your moan upon his entry stiffens every cock in the room. Do you have any clue how sexy you are? No wonder your madam put up with your rotten behavior for so many years. You could have easily been her number one girl had you played the part. 

As much as Tobi wants to be sweet to your adorable cunt, he wants to prove a point so he retreats, wrapping your hair around his fist as he does so before pounding into you with a single powerful thrust. You scream from how he yanks back on your hair, lifting your chest and stretching your neck as your backside collides with his hips. 

Tobi repeats these punctuated thrusts with a slap to your jiggling flesh, watching the handprint form. 

“This one is mine.” he grits through his teeth, his length spearing your flesh in will-bending blows. “Touch her, you’ll lose your hand.” He continues to pound into you, one breathtaking stroke at a time. “Fuck her, you’ll lose your dick. Hurt her, you’ll lose your life.”

Tobi’s trusts pick up pace, pistoning into you and causing your chest to sway. Each shinobi’s eyes watch lustfully as your nipples graze the table, tickled by its surface as it’s edge bites at your hips. 

Sharply, he withdraws from your gushing center, slamming you down before flipping you over, onto your back. 

Your eyes have a moment to nervously wanter the room, realizing how many men are in his organization. Feverishly the Uchiha leader pulses into you, “Don’t look at them baby, look at me.”

Your eyes snap up to him. Your gaze is hazy but you cling to consciousness as he drives into you, keeping your body from creeping beyond the edge by placing careful pressure on your neck. 

You try to reach for him but he’s too far away, You look pathetically owned by him as your hands search for his touch. Unable to grasp him, your hands wrap around the forearm baring down on your column instead. 

Tobi is envolped by you from your stare to how good you feel wrapped around his length. He’s drunk on it. This feeling of need, affection, and lust. It consumes him, leaving him grunting. 

The snapping of his hips doubles in pace till he suddenly loses his cadence, doubling over and groaning in your ear as you feel warmth spring inside of you. You shift to sit up when he pushes you back down. Fucking his cum into you with all the strength of his core. 

You tremble beneath him, spasming around his appendage like a helpless slut, tears pricking your eyes in complete satisfaction. Your labored breathing, a sharp contrast to his controlled deep breaths. He calms himself, standing up and tucking himself away.

Once he’s composed, he affectionately covers you with your borrowed robe before putting his hand behind your head, guiding you up to sitting and fixing your locks so you look presentable once more. 

He sits down in his seat at the head of the table and pulls you to his lap, holding you close, the position comforting. “To those of you who defiled her, you will be punished, and any future attempts to harm her will be met with death. Am I clear?” 

Many men aroud the room grunt or roll their eyes, finding the threat unnecessary but the three who’d already had their turn wore downcast eyes. “As long as that’s settled, you’re dismissed.”

The scraping of wood against the floor can be heard as the members rise from their chairs. Tobi’s hand clutches you, his fingers bruising your skin with greed. An uneasy feeling whirls though your gut as you watch the group stand. You feel vulnerable but with Tobi beneath you, your nerves are soothed. 

There is a sudden stiffness in his body as he removes his mask and you know exactly what he’s thinking. 

“What are you going to do?” You tremble, seeing the anger streaking across his face. 

“Tell me, how did you end up like this?” His fingers lightly ghost over each bruise, “I dont care if you enjoyed it or not. They were told not to touch you and they disobeyed. I won’t be an effective leader if I let this go unpunished.”

You proceed to tell him everything, sticking to just the facts, and steeling your emotions, keeping them hidden so as not to make things worse. He thanked you for telling him, sealing his gratitude with a gentle kiss and then lifted your hand in his, signaling you to stand. You rise from his lap and interlace your fingers with his once you are both erect. “What are you going to do?”, you ask again.

“I’ll deal with my clan, but I won’t kill them till after I’ve executed the plan. Once they’ve played their part, they’re dead.”

You don’t press for further details mostly cause you’re afraid to be reminded of what Tobi is…a murderer. 

That evening while everyone sleeps, Tobi sneeks into Itachi’s room. Stepping into the space fuels his anger. Itachi sleeps in the very spot you were bound and used. It makes his blood boil. 

He walks up to the resting shinobi and snatches one of his eyes. Immediately Itachi awoke. The two of them fight in an explosive battle. Itachi knows he can’t lay a hand on Tobi with his tricky ability so he tries to use his mastery over genjutsu to gain the upper hand. With only one eye Itachi’s black flames appear all over Tobi yet he’s not burned. Quickly realizing his amaterasu will be insufficient, he extinguishes the flames. He allows Tobi to pin him to the ground, midway through dealing an incapacitating blow, he reveals his genjutsu, switching places with Tobi and striking him in the head, knocking him out. However Tobi disappears in a cloud of smoke only for the man to be standing behand Itachi, swiping his second eye and leaving him blind.

“You can have these back when you’re on missions but while you’re under the same roof as her you won’t be allowed a peek. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of them. I’d never waste the eyes of an Uchiha. I’m sure you know that better than most.”

Tobi went across the hall and did the same to Sasuke. The crackle of chakra tickled the air as he tried to fight for his second eye, the first one being taken during a surprise attack. However, Sasuke’s Chidori’s were in vain. Tobi trained under Madera, a ruthless Uchiha who learned many secrets of the sharingan. The young Uchiha who’d never trained under a clan member was no match despite his extreme talent. 

Satisfied with their matching blind state, Tobi whirls into his secret lab located at a far away hideout. Before him is a wall of rectangular vats. Each vat lay host to a pair of red eyes. Stepping up to two side by side vacant tanks, Tobi deposits the eyes. He always knew it would come down to this. Procuring the eyes of the Uchiha was why he helped Itachi with his masecure to begin with but in his gut, he knew the remaining sharingans would always join their brethren down here. He seals them away and turns to head home.

Now that business has been delt with Tobi is ready to return to your sleeping figure. He steps through his void and into his room to find you curled up in his bed, waiting for his warm body to return to your side. With a slip between the sheets, his form outlines your own, leaving you both comforted by the presence of the other.

Tobi isn’t sure what this feeling is, but with you, he feels stronger, happier, and lighter. When he holds you in his arms, and you stare back at him with affection illuminating your eyes, he loses himself in your orbs, drunk on the light they emit. He may have bought you, but little do you know, you own him every bit as much as he owns you. You are his safe space and his obsession. If a member of his crew necessitates it, he will eliminate them and risk ruining his plans if it means protecting you. 

Over the next several months the two of you only exist side by side. He wakes you up each morning to a tongue inside your heat and you exchange the favor many times throughout the day, sometimes kneeling between his legs during meetings. You swallow him whole while he directs the rogue shinobi on their next attempts to capture the various tailed beasts.

During missions you tag along, hiding in his void whenever circumstances get dangerous, and coming out to spend the night in his arms. Even though you spend as much time on your back as you did before, now it’s spent worshiping the scar ridden face of your protector.

A warrior, passionate and caring, sworn to keep you safe. An insurgent, cruel to others, but gentle with you. A man you will bear children for and follow the rest of your life. The day he tells you this intention he also shares his true identity.

“So your name is Obito?”

“Yes baby.”

You sit up on your knees and stare deeply into his eyes as you utter the words you’ve been toying with finally admitting

“Well then, Obito Uchiha, I must inform you that I love you. I love you and I will never stop loving you.”

Obito lays down on his back, guiding one of your knees to the other side of him. His hands wander up your hips, lifting your dress as his palms circle your behind. With you sitting astride him, his eyes run scarlet as he whispers back,

“I love you too baby, now and forever.”

~

The End

Masterlist

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6

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So I wrote the last chapter to Akatsuki Concubine and hated it. I’m currently rewriting it but in the meantime, look at these spicy variations of the Leather Daddy fan art 🥵

Thank you @akirasukuna

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I have a fic request for kakashi and fem reader where kakashi is just pretending to ve sukea and meets a cutie. Befriens her as sukea only...gets close but one day he discovers. she hates kakashi because he is labelled a womanizer and he tries to change her mind because he started liking her a lot and it's soo cute and fluff and smuttty at the end

Hey Anon!

I've never had a request for Sukea before so this was a fun one to work on. I know my Kakashi girlies are starved so I'm happy to finally feed you this delicious request. 😘

The Book Club

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The Book Club

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Sukea-Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: Kakashi accidently meets the girl of his dreams while wearing his Sukea disguise and slowly gets to know you through a mutual love of smutty books. Along the way you run into Kakashi for real and slowly start to pine for him

Warnings: NSFW, oral play, nipple play, unprotected penetration

Word Count: 6.3k

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Panting, you're pushed against the door of your bedroom. Kakashi’s lips stray from your mouth and wander all over your neck. Butterflies ripple from your stomach up your chest and to your column exploding where he touched. He’s sucking and biting till you don’t know if you’ll be able to go in public for a few days. It’s an embarrassing thought but you can’t help leaning into it. You're certain you won’t be able to face Sukea after all your criticism of Kakashi. So how did you get here, pressed into the painted wood as your hand fumbles with the knob between shaky breaths?

It started when Kakashi wanted to go out into town undisturbed. The pressures of being a celebrity aren’t always easy to shoulder. Sometimes Kakashi needs a break from all the recognition and prefers to hang around the village in a disguise. A few years ago when Teams 7 was acting up, he donned a wig and modulated his voice to indulge them in a game of trying to see his face. Today is one of those days where he needs that beak so, he grabs his wig, purple face paint and his camera and takes a stroll around the village as Sukea.

The first thing he wants to do is go to a ramen shop and eat a meal in peace. He never gets to dine out uninterrupted so he's looking forward to this rare experience. As he enters the shop and sits down he sees you to his right. Your nose is tucked in a book while mindlessly stirring your noodles with your chopsticks. Upon further review he realizes you aren’t just reading any book, you’re reading smut. 

After placing his order, he clears his throat, hoping to catch your attention. You heard him but hardly look up. Feeling conflicting emotions, Kakashi isn’t sure if he wants to disturb your reading time but he also wants someone he can talk to about his favorite genre. It’d be nice to have a friend who has a passion for his favorite hobby. He doesn't have a friend like that and here you are. He decides to leave you be till his bowl arrives. 

“Excuse me” he says as he reaches over you to grab a pair of chopsticks, crowding you and brushing your shoulder with his chest. Irritated, you gaze up but the adorable face that greets you is hard to be upset at. He seems like a very sweet guy, the kind of face that’s trustworthy. How can you be sassy to someone that seems so genuine?

“Hey! uh, oh, sorry” you say as you lean out of his way, noticing he was surprisingly fit for someone who was just a photographer.  

“I like your book, by the way.”

“You read romance?”

“I love it. It really helps you learn about how connections are made. Plus I can’t wait till I have my own girlfriend to treat like a princess.”

“Aww” you coo, at the nice man. 

“You ever read the Body Count series?”

“Oh my gods, yes! I love a good murder mystery with spicy romance.”

Soon you are closing your book and the two of you enter an hours long conversation about your favorite books. By the end of it, you are exchanging book titles and contact information to meet up next week for an informal little book club. 

While walking home Kakashi laments meeting you as Sukea. He wishes he could’ve met you as himself but he didn’t want to freak you out by telling you he met you in a disguise so he decides to just continue the ruse since it was just a friendship and nothing more serious. 

A few weeks into your book club and Kakashi is starting to lose touch of where his friendship with you ends and where his crush on you begins. With every passing interaction, he regrets his luck that he met you as Sukea more and more. You’re so adorable when you talk about the titles so avidly and fall backwards dreaming about a man treating you the way the anti heroes in your books treat their love. Sometimes he imagines doing those things to you. He’d love to tattoo you while stroking into your folds, tie you up and make you watch as he touched himself, bind you to an x cross and wait for you to beg him to touch you. 

He’d love to see your innocent face pout up at him as your lip quivers from overstimulation. But he can’t bring himself to do that while wearing face paint and a wig, so he settles for staring at you and daydreaming about the things he knows you’d like if fate was just a little different. 

Soon, your weekly hangouts become your favorite part of the week. You beg him to meet up more than just saturdays, but between missions and assembling his disguise, he doesn’t have the bandwidth to be around you more. Nor does he want to prolong the psychological torture of growing even closer to you than he already is, knowing you’ll reject him if you ever figured things out. 

One Saturday, Sukea comes to your house to debate the relationship between Addy and Zade when you see a copy of Icha Icha fall out of his bag. 

“You read the Makeout Series?” 

“Yes, it’s my favorite, in fact.”

“When were you going to tell me this?”

“I don’t know, but I think you should read it next.”

“Oh, no thank you!” you say with a sarcastic pitch.

Sukea cocks his head at you. “What’s wrong with Icha Icha?”

“Other than the author is a total perv?”  

“Aren’t all smut authors total pervs?”

“Not necessarily, but I hear that guy is the worst. Always going into pleasure houses in every town he visits. Typical shinobi. Never settles down, just travels village to villiage, getting his fill.” You say it with an air of disgust like you actually know Master Jiraiya. The comment has Kakashi feeling defensive.

“What do you mean typical shinobi? I think what shinobi do is quite honorable. Giving up their lives for the sake of their village. That’s not an easy thing to do.”

“Sure it’s not easy to train and master jutsu the way they do but that doesn’t make them good people. They use their title as an excuse to use people. Take that war hero Kakashi for example. He flexes his strength to get girl’s attention. Then he uses them and casts them aside.”

“He what?” Kakashi can’t believe what he’s hearing. Since when does he use women? Sure he’s had a one night stand or two but mostly he’s led a solitary life. He tries not to interact with people too much out of fear he’ll hurt them. In fact it’s taken him a long time to get to this point where he’ll start a friendship with a random stranger. …an adorable one who happens to think he’s something he’s not…

“I don’t think what they say about him is true. That doesn’t sound like the Kakashi I know.”

“Oh, so you know him?”

“Well, we have a casual relationship. I’ve done photos for his team. He seems pretty stand up to me.”

“Well I’ve run into over a dozen girls who all claimed he gave them the night of their lives and then dumped them for no good reason. Something about he needs to focus for the sake of the village. What b.s.”

This was news to Kakashi. Were random women actually claiming to have slept with him? Why on earth would they do something like that?

“Um, are you sure those rumors are true? Kakashi doesn’t seem like the type to do that.”

“Why would a bunch of women lie?”

“I was thinking the same thing but, I know he’s not that kind of guy”

“What is your deal with him? He’s just a random shinobi.”

“Well he’s the one who got me into Icha Icha and I don’t like when people bad mouth my friends. If you ever meet him in person, just try to be nice.”

“Do you really think I’d be mean to him?”

“Normally I’d say no but I’ve never seen you so upset towards a person before so I’m gonna say, yes?”

His questioning tone makes you laugh. You’re thrown into a fit of giggles and it’s music to Kakashi’s ears. From across the table you see Sukea smile, “So will you please read the Makeout Series? It’s good!”

“Fine, fine!” you say. “I’ll read it, but if I don’t like it, You owe me lunch.”

“Deal!”

You laugh and grab his arm affectionately, making Kakashi’s heart flutter. Originally he hadn’t planned to ever meet you as himself. He didn’t want you to figure out he was Sukea but after your conversation he felt the need to set the record straight. You’d been hanging out for several months now so he knew your schedule pretty well. He knew what days of the week you packed lunch and which you ate out. He also knew your favorite Tuesday and Thursday restaurants as well as your favorite Sunday brunch spot. All he had to do was make an appearance. 

Since tomorrow was Sunday brunch, he figured he’d make that appearance, while the plea to be nice to him was fresh in your brain.

By yourself in the corner of a cute little cafe, you had a pastry and jumbo cup of tea next to you while you curled up with a book. As Kakashi entered he smiled to himself, you’re reading it. Furthermore, you seem to be enjoying it. He knew you’d recognize Master Jiraiya’s genius. As he walked by he stole your pastry and your bookmark without you knowing. Setting the scene for your 'first' interaction. 

You feel a tap on your shoulder and look up to a tall ninja with beautiful silver hair swooped to one side. Holy sh*t, it’s Kakashi. You stare up at him, gob smacked. He’s so handsome you feel your hands start to shake. What was he doing here? Why was he getting your attention?

“I’m sorry to interrupt but is this yours?” he holds up your bookmark between his middle and pointer fingers, drawing attention to the length of the digits. Your smutty mind is going wild and you have to put a halt to your train of thought. 

“Yes, thank you.” you say reaching to take it out of his hands when he flips it around to land between his pointer and thumb before handing it over. You don’t miss the dexterity there and dryly swallow. A small swell of butterflies lift in his stomach when he sees your mind reeling. 

“Could I get you anything? Your plate is empty.”

“No it’s not, I haven’t finished my- oh. I guess I did…” you say in confusion as you look at your plate void of food except for the crumbs left behind. “But still, no thank you.” you chime, not willing to get sucked into the same trap as those other women. You’re not going to be played for a fool. 

“No worries. Enjoy your book!”

“Thanks” you say half hearted and confused. You stick your nose back in your novel, drunk on the moving storyline. You hate that this perv might actually know what he’s talking about and is starting to win over your heart. This Jiraiya-guy isn't half bad. Speaking of...when you gaze up, you see that Mr. Famous is sitting nearby reading the exact same book as you. Sukea said that Kakashi was the reason he got into the Makeout Series, which means he knew exactly what you were reading when he handed you his bookmark. Oh no, and he caught you staring at his fingers before he offered you a pastry. Crap, he’s gonna think i’m like all those other girls. 

You feel anger and upset when a plate of tea biscuits is delivered to your table. Kakashi felt bad that he swiped the remnants of your plate so he ordered a replacement item even after you rejected his offer. But you’re not here for it. He’s not gonna buy you with cheap treats and think he’ll just discard you like those other women. 

“Hey!” you march up to him with the biscuits. “I said I didn’t want anything.” 

“Sorry, they brought out two plates so I had them take the extra plate to you since I saw your’s was still empty.”

“I can order my own food you know.”

“If it bothers you I can take them back.”

“Yes, please do. I’m not some ‘mission’ you can accomplish.”

Kakashi gives you a look of bewilderment and turns his head back to his pages. 

“I’m sorry to upset you. I didn’t mean anything by it. I just saw you were enjoying my favorite book and wanted to be polite.”

“I-well-don’t send food to girls you don’t know... It’s weird.”

“Sorry, I’ll note that for next time.”

You nod and head back to your seat feeling a little guilty about how harsh you were. He didn’t seem to mean anything by it. But you bet that’s how he got the other girls and you’re not like them. 

“You yelled at him?”

“Not yelled at him, per say.”

“But you raised your voice at him.”

“A little” Sukea gives you a pointed expression, “Look, it’s not my best moment but come on, he was totally putting the moves on me. He bought me food and did this sexy thing with his hands.”

“Sexy thing with his hands?”

“Yes, he spun my bookmark around and it made me think of things…”

Sukea laughs, “That’s what does it for you, eh?”

“Stop! Yes, okay, I was a little impressed. He’s sooo attractive. No wonder those other girls never stood a chance.”

“I still doubt there were other girls but whatever you say.” Sukea smiles at you and asks how you like Icha Icha and you embarrassingly admit you loved it…a lot.

The next Sunday you spot him again. He walks in with a new book. This one you and Sukea read recently. So he enjoys spicy books too. I bet he tries all the smut scenes on the girls he sleeps with. You’d be lying if you said that thought didn’t make you a little needy for him. You’ve longed to experience the things you read about in your books, and he’s so handsome. Like, extremely handsome. Sit on his face, handsome. Stop it.  

Yet, you can’t blame yourself. Before you sits a man who would give you all the things you desire. How can you not let yourself entertain the thought? Plus if he’s like what they say, convincing him to try that stuff with you wouldn’t be too hard to accomplish, right? 

Swallowing your pride you approach him. “Um, hi”

Kakashi looks up at you in mild surprise. “Hello.”

“I don’t know if you remember me,”

“The girl who scolded me when I gave her biscuits.”

You wince, “Yes, that’s me. I uh, I wanted to apologize.”

“Well thank you. It’s appreciated but it’s okay. If I made you feel nervous, you had a right to express it.”

“But I should’ve gone about it better.”

“True, but you’re cute enough that you got away with it.”

Kakashi didn’t mean to blurt that last part out and he sees how your shoulders tense. He blew it. He scared you away by seeming interested in you which he knows you’ll take as him trying to add you to his fictitious laundry list of women.

You pause, nervous that he made a remark about your appearance. Was he trying to get in your pants? Did you care? You were the one who approached him. After a few blinks you laugh and ask if you can take a seat. After he pulls out the chair next to him, like a gentleman, damn him, you take it to start talking to him about all the books you talk about with Sukea. 

Kakashi notices the blush creep over your face as you talk plot lines and character pairings. He wonders if you can tell how into you he is, or are you actually warming up to him in spite of what you think? The more eye contact he holds the deeper your flush and soon you stumble over your words, forgetting what you were even talking about.

When you recover, you realize you’re describing your favorite kissing scene and your eyes have fallen to his mask-covered lips.

Noticing the shift in your attention, Kakashi instinctively licked them and swallowed thickly. While you couldn’t see the fresh sheen of his mouth, the bob in his adam’s apple serves as a subtle reminder of his overt masculinity. Your lips part and you lean into him when he stops you with a light touch to the center of your chest, pushing you away as politely as possible. 

You look up at him embarrassed and slightly confused. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what got into me.” you say hoarsely as you try to recover.

“Please, don’t get me wrong. I like you but I’d like to take you to dinner first.” That earns him a confused look from you. “What? Can’t a guy want to wine and dine someone before their first kiss?”

You let out a relieved giggle before you blush. “I guess he can. I just didn’t take you for the wine and dine type of guy.”

“Given my taste in books, is it hard to believe I enjoy romance?”

You pause at that. You hadn’t really considered it till now. Maybe Sukea was right. He didn’t seem like someone who is actively trying to pick up girls. Unless that’s his game. You feel so conflicted but at this point it doesn’t matter. There’s this surge of electricity when you talk to him. It’s not like conversing with other guys, he likes the stuff you like. It feels as easy as when you’re with Sukea except with Kakashi, there's this buzz in your stomach that won’t go away. “Okay then,” you say, “I accept. I’ll go on a date with you.”

“I don’t recall actually asking you.” he states plainly

Your face falls and he chuckles, “So let me remedy that. Would you kindly join me for dinner tonight? There is a place my friend recommended and I’d like to try it out with someone special.”

With rose tinted cheeks you accept.

“So? How’d the date go?”

“How’d you know I went on a date this weekend?”

“So you’re not denying it.”

“You didn’t answer the question, Sukea.”

“You were spotted.”

You fold your arms across your chest. “I’m not going to apologize for it.”

“Ready to admit you were wrong about Kakashi?”

“No. For all I know this is part of his deal. He lowers a woman’s guard by taking her on romantic dates just so he can bag her and never see her again.”

“And you fell for it?”

“I-hey! I didn’t fall for anything. I just had a moment of weakness.”

“So you slept with him.”

“I slept by myself, thank you. We didn’t even kiss.”

“Wow, a date without a kiss. What a womanizer.” You scoff at Sukea “or is he just not interested in you?”

“He’s interested.” you hiss, unable to handle Sukea’s teasing. “It was a lovely date. We really bonded. I-” you sigh, hating the words that are about to come out of your mouth, “I really like him but I don’t know if I can get over all those girls he’s slept with in the past and I’m afraid I’ll just be another notch on his bed post.”

Kakashi’s chest deflates. He wishes he could just tell you that those rumors aren’t true. Those girls were dishonest. He’s only ever had two partners and they are nothing compared to you. He knows he can’t just say it, he has to show it but swallowing his pride and waiting patiently for you to see the truth is agonizing. 

“Like I said, that behavior doesn’t sound like Kakashi. He’s pretty to himself. He’s not one to gloat about his fame and success and using people doesn’t sound like him.”

“It’s so confusing cause what you’re saying makes sense but why would all those girls lie?”

“Maybe cause he’s famous and they want other women to be jealous, or other men to find her more appealing. I’m not a psychologist or anything but that’s my guess.”

“Maybe…” you ponder and Kakashi prays his words as Sukea could comfort you more. You inform him that Kakashi told you to read a book in preparation for your next date so now he has to read it with you. 

“Wait, you’re taking Kakashi’s recommendations over mine.”

“Yes, I want to impress him.”

“Lofty words for someone who thinks so little of him.”

“Let’s just say that I’m open to being proven wrong.”

Sukea laughs and you continue your usual banter about books but now he’s studying what scenes excite you most. He’s digging through your conversations to find out your fantasies and grasping at details that will wow you and help you realize you’re his... the princess he’s longed to spoil.

That Saturday afternoon, a few hours after your book club with Sukea, you had your second date with Kakashi. The conversation sparkled and much of the evening was comparing notes. Your back and forth was so enjoyable that the date went way beyond the afternoon lunch he proposed and turned into a romantic dinner. Seeing Kakashi during a meal felt like a privilege. He was so discrete with removing his mask but he didn’t truly try to hide his face from you, which you adored. Being one of the few people who’ve seen the beauty mark by his lips makes you feel special, till you remember all the other lips he’s kissed. Please let Sukea be right. 

After dinner he walked you home and with each step towards your front door, tension built in your chest. You didn’t want the date to end but you didn’t want to prove yourself right either. What if he assumed the invitation inside your home would mean you give him the greenlight to all the things you want and then afterwards he never speaks to you again? The worry and confliction wared within your chest till you reached the front of your home. 

When you stopped, Kakashi pulled you close, adoration filling his eyes. You opened your mouth and closed your eyes, ready to kiss him when you felt warm cloth press against your forehead. Your lids opened in surprise.

“Goodnight princess, I look forward to next weekend. Let me know what book we should read next.” is what he said.

You were stunned into silence when he released his hug and turned to walk away. He kissed your forehead and not your lips. Maybe he wasn’t that into you. But then why would he want to meet up again next weekend? You think about last night over and over again today, as you walk through the market. In addition to playing the date on a loop in your head, you contemplate which book you want him to read. Your thoughts wander from one place to the next but never stray far from your main man till you bump shoulders with a beautiful kunoichi. 

“Oh hey!”

“Hi!" You greet, bewildered. You blink a few times and then feel your gut sink. It’s one of the girls you heard talking about Kakashi. The love-sick part of your brain is cringing in agony. 

“Hey, you’re dating Kakashi right?”

“Huh?”

“I thought I saw you two together a couple times? Was that not a date?”

“It was…” you feel tension all over your body. How many people cared that you were on a date with the copy ninja? It’s not like anyone cared when you and Sukea meet. The way she scrutinized your encounters felt like she was trying to size you up.

“Man, you’re so lucky. I wish I could land a guy like him. How’d you do it?” she blinks at you innocently like she's not trying to steal him away while your mind is still swimming with confusion.

“I thought you said you’d slept with Kakashi.”

She looks at you with complete confusion but you can tell it’s a facade. “Where did you hear that?”

Her voice was all too chipper. “From you. I overheard you at a cafe a few months ago.”

“You must be thinking of someone else. That couldn’t have been me.”

Instead of pushing the matter you play dumb and concede that maybe you were wrong but on the inside your heart is soaring. Sukea's right. The part of you that felt conflicted, desperate to know if you were special or just another conquest, was validated. You are special to him. He wasn’t leading you on and just like that you abandon your conversation with this random girl to go find Kakashi.

You search everywhere you know he likes to eat and shop, before you think to check the training grounds. He’s there with some young kids and he’s fighting them, though you can hardly call it a fight. He's reading while they take swings at him? 

You burst out into laughter. This man is so talented that he can actually read smut while three genin come at him all at once. Kakashi looked up from his book recognizing the joyful sound and apologized to his students before appearing at your side. 

“Hey! Kakashi-sensei! You said you were gonna train us today!”

“Sorry everyone, something has come up. I’ll make it up to you.”

“You’d really abandon your students for me?”

“You’re important.”

The way he stares at you when he says that beautiful statement shows the sincerity behind his words. You feel it in your bones, he means it.

“Sorry! I’m borrowing your sensei for the rest of the day. He’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Oh? You’re taking me for the rest of the day?”

“Got a problem with that?”

“Not a one.” The nonchalance in his tone makes you tingle. With fingers interlaced you tug him towards your house. “Mind telling me what we’re doing?”

“A re-do.”

“A re-do?”

“Of last night.”

“Okay?” You tug Kakashi till he’s crashing into your chest in front of your house. You slot your key into the nob and open the door while smiling up at him. 

“Would you like to come inside?”

He smiles under his mask and lets himself in. Shoes neatly placed by the door, as soon as you're in your socks he spins you around in his arms. 

“So what about last night do you specifically want to redo?”

You brace the back of his neck, pulling him towards you and hook your finger in his mask, tugging the fabric down. Lips crashing together, Kakashi’s open ever so slightly, deepening the kiss with a light amount of tongue. You don’t know how to describe the fireworks that ignite and sparkle in your chest as you taste him for the first time. He’s incredible, the kind of kiss a girl only reads about. 

Your body melts into his, your arms falling to his chest as he pulls you closer. Each tendon under your fingertips bluked with tension, his need bubbling up to the surface while his mouth explored your lips.  Mouths moving in sync, the dizziness sets in and you can’t help the way your brain stutters as you catch up to reality. 

You pull away from him needing to catch your breath, a string of saliva still joining your pink skin with his. Your eyes pan up, filled with hearts while his fall back down to your mouth. 

“We should have done that.” you whisper.

“I didn’t want to pressure you. I like to take things slow.”

“I don’t know if I can do that with you.”

It is an embarrassing thing to admit but you genuinely feel that way. Now that you know the truth, the desire that had been simmering below the surface was coming out in a tidal wave that threatened to take you both. Instead of insisting that he wanted to keep things slow he gives a wicked grin. “Anything for my princess.”

Your heart leaps into your throat and you lunge back in, ravenous for him. His hands glide down to your hips where he firmly grips you and grinds into you. Soft mewls permeate the air before you lead him towards your room. The door is closed and Kakashi doesn’t mind, he just pushes you up against it, pressing his hardened length into your center as his teeth release your lower lip. 

After a wolfish exchange of glances his eyes trace along your jaw bone and take notice of your exposed neck. The pretty flesh could do with a few markings to make sure the entire town knows you are not available. You are claimed…by him.

He sinks into the flesh, earning a whimper from your pretty throat while your hand claws at the handle, trying desperately to rid the barrier between you and the bed. Once the latch is undone you topple into the room and stagger towards the mattress where he’s quick to toss you on your back.

Standing tall at your feet, Kakashi’s finger traces down your shoulder, down your chest, and all the way to your knee. 

He curls his finger into the elastic of your socks and discards them one at a time. Next he removes your pants, kissing up your legs and inner thighs before he gets to your shirt. You arch to assist in the removal and are left below him in a bra and undies that you really wish were not the first pair he ever saw. 

The man’s hungry eyes don’t care. He leans forward and softly kisses your lips before tracing feather-light smooches across your collarbone and down your sternum. His lips trace your ribs as he reaches around your back to undo the clasp of your bra. Once the tension releases he pulls the garment away and allows his lips to muse down to your pelvis. His tongue lightly licks each hip bone kissing a line over your stomach between them. 

Your body wiggles on the bed, squirming to have him inside you, anticipation pricking your skin as you wait for him to rid you of the thin fabric that covers your heat. Instead, Kakashi lays his mouth over the fabric. With a gentle suck, he tugs against your clit, pulling it between his teeth and rolling his tongue over the sensitive spot. You shudder under him, craving more. 

Tossing your arms over your head, you angle yourself so your hips buck up into his face. Kakashi takes a finger and pulls your underwear to the side. Two dexterous fingers slip into your slit, weeping with arousal. When they push into you and sink up to the third knuckle, he hooks them upward and begins to stroke. 

Tiny cries and whimpers come from your lips. He knows exactly how to touch you, where to stroke, what to kiss, all of it overwhelming you and coming together like a symphony buzzing through your body.

With each stroke against your anterior wall you moan, fisting the sheets as tiny kisses stray from your nerve bundle and travel up your navel to the underside of your breasts. He begins to speak between kisses, “I told you when we first met,” His kisses stray higher, dangerously close to your areolas, “that I read because I want a girlfriend,” he raises his body on the bed and centers himself between your legs, rubbing his length deliciously along your folds “who I can spoil like a princess.” He presses his tip against your labia which opens up and gives way to his entry, earning a gasp with a soul-stealing arch of your back. 

The way your body hugs him nearly makes his eyes cross. You’re too perfect. Every part of you is so delicate. He needs to protect it and cherish it. However, he’s afraid he doesn’t know how to cherish you without breaking you just a little. After the blood that rushed from your brain to your clit returns from whence it came you start to string his words together. 

“Wait,” you try to think, putting your own words together while he strokes slowly into you with purposeful aim. “You didn’t tell me that.” Each word is laborious as his mushroom head drags against your velvet interior. “Sukea-ah!-Sukea said that.”

“Who do you think Sukea is, darling?” He continues to probe into you purposeful and pleasurable. Your insides coil, unable to control how you react to his precision. His thrusts become heavy and quick. The thoughts that should be crowding your mind vacate. He was trying to tell you something, but what? All you can focus on is the way he glides in and out of you, taking a bit of your soul with each retreat. 

He lifts his chest to look down on you, so adorable and needy below him. You paw at his chest politely requesting his lips return to yours. Recapturing them in a kiss, you suck on his lower one, demanding he stay close. He begins to pound into you, steadily getting rougher, “struggling to connect the dots, baby?”

He flips you over in a swift motion, recentering and diving back inside your slick center, anxiously receiving him and swallowing him whole. He puts pressure between your shoulders, pushing you down so your cheek kisses the sheets. His hips slam into your backside, his jewels swinging like a pendulum slapping up into the apex of your sex, hitting you exactly where you want it. 

Twisting and moaning on the mattress, you mindlessly thank him for how good he’s treating you, praises to deities flow out of your mouth like a mantra. The smirk on Kakashi’s face is sinful. You are his sole focus and have been such for many months. He has difficulty pinpointing the last thought he had that didn’t revolve around you. Everything he does is tainted with the impurities of his lustful musings. And now that you're here, bent over with him buried up to the hilt, he is never going to be rid of his dirty thoughts about you. 

“Com’on babe, who is Sukea?” He grabs you by the breast and pulls you up so your back is flush with his chest as he continues to pulse up into you, slowing his pace and giving you room to think. You almost put it together when his lips resume kissing the juncture of your neck and shoulder, while his fingers toy with your throat, ghosting over the skin, waiting to clamp down and cut off your airway. 

“He’s-he’s my friend.” 

“Aaand”

“And…and…ah!”

With a punctuated thurst he throws you back off the trail, pushing you down into the mattress again and resuming his harsh pace. You scream and cry overwhelmed by it all, then just when you think you can’t take anymore, his fingers travel between your legs and begin to circle your engorged nub. 

You curl in on yourself but with a firm swat you force yourself open again. His movements get more ragged and uneven. For a moment you think he’s going to release but he steadies his breathing. Kakashi didn’t want to cum yet. He wants to look upon your face when he does. He flips you over to your back once more and settles on his knees, pulling you flush against him as he casually strokes. “Princess, I’m not going to ask you again, who do you think Sukea is?”

“What kind of question is that?” you breathe feeling exhaustion from the intense sensations of him driving into you while his fingers play with the peaks of your chest.

Your teeth girt when he captures each nub between his thumb and pointer finger and tugs upwards. The pain makes you clamp down around him to the point he has to let go to stop from painting your insides. With harsh, slow blows, he rams into you while taunting in your ear. “It’s the kind of question that’s supposed to make you think. How am I claiming to have spoken Sukea’s words?”

“Were you Sukea this whole time?”

“Ding ding ding! You won baby. I fell in love with you when I was just trying to mind my own business. You were so adorable in that ramen shop and everytime I saw you I wanted to tell you how you make my heart race. It’s me baby, it’s been me this whole time. And since the day I saw you, you’ve been my world.”

You should be mad but something about his confession was so desperate and sincere. He didn’t just want you, you said he fell in love with you. How didn’t you notice they were the same man? You guess you never had a reason to suspect or think anything of it. Though you would likely punish him for his deceit later, for now, you reach up to his mouth and press your lips into his once more. When you pull back you whisper, “Tell me again.”

“That I’m Sukea?”

“No, you know which part.”

“I love you. I’ve been in love with you and I will keep being in love with you till you send me away.”

You sigh happily into his neck, nudging your nose against his jaw bone, feeling the skin kept secret from so many. As your breath fans over him, he lets loose, his strokes becoming uneven, punching into you harsher and stronger till he grunts out a mouthwatering sound that has you flutter around him and scream out his name. You writhe together, toes curling, bodies caging, grinding into the other as you ride your high. 

He stares into your eyes lost in the reality of what just happened till sense is knocked back into him. “Wait,” he pulls out of you suddenly. Cold air replaces his body heat.

“What?!”

“We didn’t...are you on birth control?”

“Of course.”

He happily rests his forehead against yours. “Thank goodness. I can’t believe you got me so careless. I normally think more.”

You circle your legs around his waist and flip him onto his back, sitting astride him victorious. “You think you’re ready to be careless again?”

And with your simple power move, Kakashi feels the hardness return to his member and begins pulsing, needing to be inside you again. You notice and smirk, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Masterlist

[detectivestucks]

Jealous Hokage Masterlist

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact.

Pairing: Kakashi & Obito x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Dom Kink, Slight Degradation, Choking, Nipple & Anal Play, Rough Oral, Toy usage, Spanking, Biting, CNC role play, knee riding, squirting, cream pie, SA, Violence, Slut Shaming

Author's Note: Hey Babes, welcome to the series that was never meant to be. Chapter 1 was my first smut story ever and was intended to be a one-shot but snowballed into a passion project. I want to thank my readers who supported me while I was writing this and I hope you enjoy the ride.

Chapter 1

You celebrate the inauguration of your secret boyfriend becoming Hokage when you meet an old friend of his who quickly decides to pursue you. Now you are caught between the two of them. (w/c 5k)

Chapter 2

Obito's endless pursuit of you begins to take it's toll on Kakashi, threatening your relationship. He feels the need to reclaim you. (w/c 3k)

Chapter 3

The tug of war between these two friends continues. Kakashi boldly sends Obito a message causing him to overreact, stepping over the line in a desperate attempt to win you over. (w/c 2.9k)

Chapter 4

Obito regrets his actions as you decide what to do moving forward. Kakashi invites you to an event and things get steamy as you decide what you’re going to wear. (w/c 3.4k)

Chapter 5

You make a decision as the Gala approaches, Kakashi drives you wild when you attend the event before he and Obito make a spectacle in front of the entire international community. (w/c 6k)

Chapter 6

Kakashi exposed your relationship to the entirety of Konoha and now you are suffering the consequences at work. Through all of the loneliness Obito comes to your aid and becomes your protector. (w/c 3.9k)

Chapter 7

It's time to face your second day at work after the news broke of your secret affair with Kakashi. The village elders pull you into a meeting (w/c 5.6k)

Chapter 8

Your work week continues to be a struggle as Obito becomes too busy to keep you company. Kakashi stops keeping his distance, infuriating you. (w/c 4.5k)

Chapter 9

After pushing him away for a week, you start to allow Kakashi back in. His desperation causes things to heat up as you come to the end of your S Rank intel project. (w/c 3.6k)

Chapter 10

Your project is over and now it's time to train. You are struggling to keep your training a secret from Kakashi and Obito re-enters the picture offering his help. (w/c 5.7k)

Chapter 11

You officially submit your request to rejoin the field and face Kakashi's reaction as he comes to grips with the extent to which you have been deceiving him. (5.9k)

Chapter 12

You have a second fight with Kakashi shortly before you are attacked by Aoto. Kakashi finally give you what you want. (w/c 9.1k) This chapter has SA content, please begin the chapter after the Green stars if this triggers you.

Chapter 13

You go on your first mission and come home to a loving Kakashi, he trains you before your next mission where reality sets in. (w/c 10.3k)

Chapter 14

The confrontation between you, Kakashi, and Obito does not go well resulting in Obito visiting you at your new job to apologize. Lady Tsunade gets involved. (w/c 7.7k)

Chapter 15

Last chapter babes! You start your new role as the intelligence department head and go on your first date only to be interrupted by work. The night's activities resulting in a surprise. (w/c 7.3k)

Alternate Ending

As requested, the alternate ending you've been waiting for! You run into Obito after setting up your office and clear the air. Once you start your new responsibilities you hunt for a new assistant which leads you in a direction you never expected. (w/c 6.9k)

Masterlist

[detectivestucks]

A Jealous Hokage: Obito's Ending

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader x Obito

Summery: You run into Obito after setting up your office and clear the air. Once you start your new responsibilities you hunt for a new assistant which leads you in a direction you never expected.

Warnings: NSFW, dom kink, rough sex, unprotected penetration

Word Count: 6.9k

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Part 14 New Here? Check out Part 1

A/N: Here it is! The long-awaited alternate ending. Okay, so I know it's long but I wanted to keep it one part. Enjoy and Happy Valentine's Day babes! (it is lightly edited so I apologize in advance)

There he is, the last person you wanted to see. So why did his mere presence in your doorway steal your breath? Maybe it was how he stood there tall and slender, hair in a pristine swoop, red armband snug around his bicep, and soft brown eyes focused on your starstruck face. 

The two of you stand there, staring at each other, unable to think, speak, or move. 

His apologetic face makes it all feel raw. Once more tearing open your wounds. Seeing his hurt expression did exactly what you feared it would. The love never went away, it pangs your heart to see him. How are you supposed to work together when there is this much tension caught between you? 

“May I…may I come in?”

“I guess”

Kakashi hesitantly strides into your new office, inspecting the floors, walls and mahogany desk.

“Congratulations by the way.”

“Thank you Lord Sixth”

Kakashi visibly cringes. “Please don’t ever call me by that title again.”

“Kakashi, there’s a time and a place-”

“Not with you there’s not.”

“Kashi…”

You don’t know what to say in response to the pain coating his face. He regretted it. He has so many regrets in his life but the ones that lead to losing you hurt the most. One expects to lose loved ones during times of war, but he never expected to lose you. He thought you were his just as much as he was yours, but he was wrong.

“How-how are you doing?” you ask

Kakashi looked down. A normal question for most conversations but between the two of you it was loaded like a gun.

“I don’t think I can bring myself to answer that honestly right now.” he says with downcast eyes.

Your gaze drops to the floor. “I’m sorry.” you whisper. You never wanted things to be like this between you.

In a deep low voice you hear Kakashi respond, “That’s what I should be saying to you.”

“You’ve already apologized enough.”

“No, I haven’t. I could never apologize enough.”

“Kakashi, I-” but the words get caught in your choked throat as your eyes turn up to see tears streaming down Kakashi’s cheeks while he continues to stare at the floor. You rush over to hug him, incapable of seeing him so heartbroken. You bury your face in his chest. “It’ll be okay Kashi.”

He silently hugs you and cries as you feel your heart being ripped from your chest. You did this to him. You caused him this pain. This is what regret feels like. You start to bawl into his vest.

“I’m sorry Kakashi. I didn’t mean it. I was just hurt and felt like I was backed into a corner. I wish I could take it back.”

“Don’t apologize to me.” He squeezes you tight. “Please, I only have myself to blame.”

“No Kakashi, you’re a good man.” You lift your teary face from his chest to stare into his eyes. “Amazing in fact.”

Kakashi’s soft eyes sparkled as they looked down on you. Overcome by a wave of affection, He leaned down to kiss you when you pulled back. 

“I’m sorry. I can’t. I-” 

That’s when it hit you. It felt wrong. Being this close to Kakashi felt wrong. Yet for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him the truth.. 

You look back up at Kakashi’s crushed face. There’s someone else, he knows it, and he’s pretty sure who knows who too. “I’m sorry. I overstepped.” Kakashi quickly withdraws from your arms and retreats to his office, trying to hide his emotions. 

Almost as if you were on autopilot, you walk over to your chair and sit down.

There it is. It’s confirmed, I…I…I love Obito.

You didn’t expect it. You thought your heart would linger on Kakashi but your allegiance has changed. Yes he’s given you butterflies, yes, you craved the attention he gave you, yes, he stuck up for you in ways no one else did, but you were serious about Kakashi. How profound have Obito’s actions been that he was able to steal your heart in its entirety?

I just need to see him. That’s all. When I see him, I’ll feel better. 

But you haven’t seen him since the other morning when you told him you were gonna move to the Sand. Your stomach sinks. If only he were around, he’d be thrilled to know you’re staying. But he’s not, he distanced himself cause you made him feel like a consolation prize.

You continue to unpack your office, albeit much more slowly than before. Your mind is a wandering mess. You need to find Obito and talk to him. You need to make up for yesterday. You grab your empty box from your desk and look around the room. It felt like home already. After giving it a warm smile and a little wave, you call, ‘see ya monday!’, over your shoulder. 

Then as you turn to leave your body collides into the chest of a tall man. “Oof!”

“Princess?”

“Obito?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Me? It’s a Saturday! What are you doing here?”

“I’m getting intel for my next mission and hey, I asked my question first!”

“I-I have good news.”

“Oh?” he cocks his head, hope glimmering in his eyes.

“I’m staying, annnnd…they gave me the Department Head position!”

“Oh my gods!! That’s amazing!” Obito picks you up and spins you around. “So you’re not moving to the Sand?”

“Nope!”

You watch the tension roll off his shoulders. It is truly adorable how worried he was. He pulls you into a bear hug and you feel yourself getting crushed by the strength in his arms. 

“Obito, you’re crushing me…”

“Sorry, baby. So does this mean, you’ll…”

“We’ll give this a real shot.” you finish, feeling confident in your choice.

“You mean it?”

“Yes!” you grin, unable to help the rose tint that covers your cheeks when you hear the relief in his voice. Everything feels right, nothing like the earlier interaction with Kakashi. 

“Can we grab lunch?”

“Of course, Princess. Let me grab some papers from the Hokage’s office and then we can go.”

You feel a twinge of discomfort, unsure what Obito might walk in on. Kakashi seemed really upset earlier, and you have a feeling he could tell something happened between you and Obi.

“Sorry.” Obito clears his throat. “I’m sure this must be uncomfortable for you.”

“It is…but we’ll have to get used to it. It’s our jobs.”

You both nod at each other in agreement. Obito reaches for your hand and you spread your fingers letting them interlace. Together you head towards Kakashi’s office but you lose your nerve once you turn the last corner. 

“I’ll wait here if you don’t mind.”

Obito gives you a soft smile and a kiss on the forehead before heading down the hall towards Kakashi’s double doors. He’s so tender with you, the kind of love that disarms a girl. Especially when coming from someone with Obito’s reputation of using brute force.

When he goes to enter the hokage’s office, the doors are locked. He knocks and calls for Kakashi. He did tell him to meet here at this time, didn’t he?

Shuffling can be heard from the other side of the door yet he refused to answer. Obito feels his chest sink. Kakashi knew…

“I can come back later, Lord Sixth. When you’re available.”

There was no response from the other side of the door but Obito took it as a silent plea that Kakashi did indeed want to be alone. Obito’s footsteps echoed through the hall as he walked away, headed back over to where you stood with a questioning gaze.

“I thought you had to get papers.”

“He wasn’t there” Obito gruffed

“Well I know he’s here. We can stick around for a bit so you don’t have to come back later.”

“No Princess, it’s fine. Let’s get you fed.” 

Obito’s arm hugs around your shoulders but it doesn’t feel as good as it did before. He knows it was wrong of him to pursue you when you were seeing Kakashi but he fell in love with you so fast that he couldn’t stop himself. 

At first it was a lustful joke. Just to get fucked and annoy Kakashi in the process, but by the time he stood in your office with those flowers in his hand, he had actually fallen for you. It wasn’t a game and he didn’t win. He knows that there are no winners in this situation. Whoever gets the girl loses their best friend, and who ever doesn’t get her loses both. It’s a shitty situation for all three of you. But he couldn’t dwell on it too hard. He has you to focus on after all. He needs to make you happy the way you make him happy. 

“Obito?”

“Yes Princess.”

“Is everything okay?”

“No…”

There’s silence before you ask, “Is it him?”

“Yeah…” Obito says with a big sigh.

You look down feeling your heart break. You don’t want to feel bad about this. You’re happy with Obito. He’s loving and fun, protective and sweet, and most of all there are no strings attached. There’s no baggage. No fangirls. No paparazzi. No conflicts with work. It’s simple. The way it should be. So why does it feel like there’s a small hole in your chest? You guess that you would be a terrible person if you didn’t feel bad, falling in love with his best friend and all.

The two of you walk together to a nearby sushi place and order to-go before strolling hand in hand towards your home. Obito rummages through your closet while you grab plates and chopsticks only to turn around just in time to see him brandish a board game. 

“Found it!”

“How did you know I had that?”

“Everyone has shogi”

“Seems like an awfully big gamble to rummage through a girl’s stuff so early into a relationship.”

“Face it Princess, we’ve been half-dating for months.”

“Oh we have, have we?”

Obito shrugs. “Kinda. I mean in my mind I was dating you. It just took you a couple months to catch up.”

You shake your head and giggle as you take a seat and watch Obito excitedly set up the pieces. The two of you play while you eat, enjoying the peace of mind that comes with a distraction. When you and Obito can just ‘be’, it all feels so right. 

You finish your meal long before you finish the game but once that’s done, you clear the table while he packs it away.. 

“So what do you wanna do now?”

“I need to go back to headquarters to get the papers.”

There it is again; your heart drops. Standing behind you, Obito sees how tense you are and he feels it too. Every reminder of Kakashi drives a wedge of guilt between you. Neither of you can help it, he’s a good man. It’s not that you stopped loving him, you just couldn’t survive the complexities that came with dating a hokage. As for Obito, that’s his childhood best friend. How does he get past hurting him like this? You turn around and face him, pretending everything’s okay.

“Oh, that’s right.”

“Yeah. I’m supposed to leave tomorrow.” He says as he approaches you, his hands running along your forearms.

“So soon?”

“Remember what I said Princess”

“You’ll come home every night.”

Obito presses his forehead against yours. “I mean it.”

You exhale and smile in content as you close your eyes. “I know.”

“I’ll be back in a bit.” he says before swirling away. It somehow took you a bit by surprise. You didn’t expect him to leave so abruptly yet here you are, in his arms one moment and completely alone the next.

Obito’s footsteps echo as he exits his void and enters the hallway. He tugs at his shirt nervously, straightening it before approaching Kakashi’s office. He takes a deep breath and knocks, waiting for Kakashi’s weak voice to respond,

“Come in.”

Obito walks in, head held low. He wasn’t sure he could face Kakashi. His chest feels tight as his eyes catch a glimpse of his best friend. He immediately drops his gaze. The flash of information was more than enough to know Kakashi is devastated. Even more devastated than he was after the initial breakup. His eyes are puffy, his hair fell down in front of his face, and his usually pristine office has papers strewn everywhere. It is obvious how his day was spent.

Kakashi clears his throat before handing Obito the mission briefing. Without looking up, Obito took the scroll from his hand and then they both stood in silence, unable to look at each other. 

“If it’s easier, I don’t need to be briefed again before I leave.”

“I’d appreciate that.” Kakashi says in a wavering voice.

“I’m sorry.”

Kakashi feels a pang radiate down his chest. “Is she happy?”

“I think so.”

Kakashi clears his throat “Then that’s all that matters.”

“Kakashi,…it wasn’t a game or a competition. I need you to know that. I really do love her.”

“I know you do. It’s why it’s been bothering me so much. The love of an Uchiha isn’t a force I can win against.”

“I wish I didn’t fall for her. Truthfully. I didn’t want to feel this way about her, but…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself. You can give her a normal life. Something I know she wants”

Obito scratches the back of his head. “But you love her too.”

“True. But I have to learn to love her by letting her go.”

Obito walks up to Kakashi and gives him a strong hug. “Thank you Kakashi” 

Both men feel a mist in their eyes as they briefly hold their embrace. Obito gives Kakashi two firm pats on the back before he quickly turns to leave, giving Kakashi his space and once he reaches the end of the hall he then steps through his void and into your home. 

As soon as he steps back to your living room he greets you, “Hey Princess.”

You jump in surprise. “Geez! You scared me!”

“Psh, and you called yourself a shinobi.”

You scowl at him. “Not funny.”

“Really? I thought it was.”

“Obito!”

He dodges your hand as you go to smack him, a playful laugh leaving his lips. The way you’re able to make him instantly feel better is not lost on him. Your scowl fades and you can’t help the smile that replaces it. Obito leans into you and husks in your ear,

“Maybe you need a lesson or two from your sensei.”

Your breath catches in your throat and he pulls back to smile at your lustful face. You look like a deer caught in headlights. 

The charming grin on his face turns cocky and it serves its purpose to make a puddle in the lace of your panties. Pupils blown wide, you barely have time to react when he spins you around and pushes you up against your living room wall. 

“C’mon Princess, where’s your fight? I thought I trained you better than this.”

Instinctively, you begin to struggle in his hold, his grip tightening as your shoulders twist. He crowds you from behind, lowering his head so that his lips graze your ear while he laughs at your pathetic attempts to escape. 

“It seems to me that you want this.”

You clench around nothing, his words ring with truth. You do want this, a lot. The way he man-handles you and pushes up against your back, coupled with the memory of how he used a full susano to protect you, it knocks a wire loose in your skull. The brutality Obito is capable of fills you with excitement. Your heart races as you struggle harder yet, your breathing grows shallow with each soft chuckle fanning your ear.

“Such a pretty little thing, but so feisty. I’ll enjoy this.”

Your racing heart almost stops.

Faster than a blink, Obito kicks your legs out from under you and drops you to the floor where he pins your arms above your head and straddles your stomach. An all consuming need floods every nerve of your body when you gaze up at him. He lowers his face to yours and gently kisses you before shifting his weight to his hands while he uses his knee to kick open your legs and start grinding into your center.

“You disappoint me sweetheart. Turns out you’re all bark and no bite.”

The hand pinning your wrists above your head, holds his weight while the other travels under your back and pulls up, arching you into his chest as his lips explore just under your jaw. 

You turn to him, trying to capture his lips, needing to kiss him but he evades your mouth as he licks a stripe up your cheek. Eventually you nip his skin, demanding he kiss you. The act caught him by surprise.

“Somebody’s needy.” he breathes into your waiting mouth as your lust-drunk eyes zero in on  his lips. 

When he finally joins his mouth with your’s you feel the universe center. He makes you feel like your soul leaves your body to mingle with his by the way his lips move against your own. It’s all the reassurance you need that he is the right choice. The only choice. Even when you fought it, something about how he looked at you, kissed you, battled to be with you, he’d taken a hold of your heart piece by piece. 

His prowling desire does something dangerous to you. You begin to struggle in his hold, your arms become anxious to touch him, grab him, feed on him. All you want to do is pull him closer and sink your nails into the skin of his back. Desperately your legs try to wrap around him but instead he pulls away, holding your wrists in restraint, he yanks down your bottoms before unbuttoning his own. 

Your legs are pinned together as the waistband restricts around your knees. With his free hand, he lifts your legs and lines himself up with your slit, sinking inside and pulling a deep groan from the both of you. 

His strokes are slow at first, tender and purposeful, but soon he adjusts your legs so they sling over one shoulder. He leans forward, folding you so your knees push into your chest, and braces his weight so that he can pump into you from an elevated angle that feels like heaven. Your gasp of surprise brings a smile to his scarred face. He lives to please you and when he hears your little sounds of pleasure, triumph radiates through his nervous system.

With strengthened thrusts, his red eyes watch how your face scrunches in ecstasy. You feel a numbness spread over your mind and with speed equally as disorienting as when he dropped you to the floor, he flips you onto your stomach and slips in from behind fucking you prone. 

It’s euphoric, the way his member curves inside of you knits your brows together just as much as it parts your lips in pleasure. 

Inside your abdomen, your stomach flips, twists, and churns from how good it feels. Arousal gushes out of your seam and just as you go to brace yourself on the floor, he grabs your wrists and pins them behind your back, pushing your chest into the cool floor. 

With his weight pushing into your spine, your breathing becomes laborious and made even more ragged simply from enduring the stimulation of how he pulses into you. His control over your body makes you feel helpless yet safe. He’s the one manipulating your pleasure; you have no say in what or how it happens. You’re just along for the ride, which is exactly how he wants it. 

“That’s a good Princess. Keep moanin f’me.” he whispers lazily as he, himself, begins to get lost inside of you. Sexy grunts permeate the air as he slaps into your center before he kneels back and pulls up your hips. 

 Obito rams into you from behind, bullying your poor little cunt into submission as you start to curse from the pleasure. While still pushing your back into the floor as much as possible, he arches you to feel your cavern snug around his member at just the right angle, making your cries even louder..

Babbling obscenities, you beg for him not to stop, pleading to let you cum when he slaps the fat of your ass harshly. “Don’t you dare cum yet.”

You try to hold it in, to not step off the edge but you’re not sure you’ll last much longer. Then his finger nestles between your legs, rubbing small circles around your nub when you trip and fall into your orgasm.

He rips his hand away from pleasuring you clit and slaps your behind again, making the flesh ripple before returning to your nerve bundle. “I thought I told you not to cum, you greedy girl”

You squeeze your eyes together, pitifully crying, “I’m sorry sir, I didn’t mean to.” 

He grunts. “I already told you what calling me sir does to me.” he warns before doubling his speed. His thrusts leave you screaming, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from the intensity with which he’s ramming into you. You’re so sensitive after your orgasm and now you squirm and shake in his stronghold, unable to handle how he fucks into you. Your adorable resistance builds his desire. He’s pounding into you with everything he’s got, ready to explode inside your silken interior. Then, just as he’s on the precipice of release, he pulls out and paints your backside in his seed before falling to his hands and panting in your ear. 

As Obito kneels there, his member resting against you while he catches his breath, he still can’t believe this is real. You’re his, actually his. All the love that has welled in him can finally burst forth. Feeling a rush of affection overwhelm him, he rolls you onto your back, not caring about the mess he just made. He straddles you with his manhood still out straddling your hips, and  lowers himself to his forearms because all he wants to do is kiss you like there is no tomorrow. Your eyes cross, even though they’re closed. Obito’s kisses are powerful on their own. There is nothing like your lips locking with his. It knocks the wind out of you every time and now you get to experience this every day. Will you ever get used to it? 

You don’t know how you’re going to say goodbye to him in the morning but the knowledge that he’ll be back tomorrow night makes the idea easy to swallow. Plus tomorrow will give you time to prepare for Monday. Which is good since it’s going to be intense but exciting.

Yesterday you acted like the clingiest girl who ever existed as you wished Obito goodbye. The hesitation in his body at the idea of leaving you fed your actions even more. Your tiny fists clutched his uniform as your eyes looked up at him like a sick puppy pleading for him to stay. After a very intense makeout session that involved some major groping, he finally was off and just as he promised he came back home last night to spend the evening with you. 

Now he’s left again and you are off to face the demands of your dream job. 

Your first day as director was full of meetings. Organizing the department structure, and redistributing your responsibilities short-term while listing your previous position for new potential applicants and seeking out a replacement assistant since the previous one left with the former department head. It’s amazing to you that it’s been weeks since you left and none of these responsibilities were handled. Good thing you were ready to hit the ground running.

Shiho came in and knocked on your door, “Uh, hey, can I interrupt?”

“Hey! Yeah, wanna help me find a new assistant?”

“Sure, just after I have you sign off on this form.”

“You got it.” you say skimming the paperwork Shiho passes over. “Say, you wanna be my assistant? It pays less!” you joke.

“Yeah, I was hoping for a demotion.” She quips back. “Hmm, why don’t you check with the jonin leaders and see if any of the genin show promise?”

You trace your chin with your nail, contemplating her words, “that’s not a bad idea.”

“Of course it’s not; I thought of it”

You chit chat with her for a few more minutes before it’s time to attend yet another meeting but afterwards, during your lunch time, you seek out your cousin Ino, who happens to be eating with Shikamaru and Timari. 

“Hey everyone!”

“Hey! What brings you here?”

“I’m seeking out some intel.”

“I thought that was quite literally your department.”

You let out a light hearted scoff, “Yes, it is literally my department.” you retort with a knowing smile, feeling proud of your promotion. “But I’m here to recruit. I’m looking for an office assistant. Someone handy in languages and puzzles who might have a future in intel. Do you know any genin or chunin that show promise in the field?”

Shikararu’s knuckle comes up to his gote. “I can think of a few but they’re awfully young. They might not be mature enough for the role. Have you thought about a retired ninja?”

“Well actually, I might know someone.” Tamari interjects.

“You do?” the group says simultaneously.

A sudden blush blankets her face. “Yeah. My friend Jun is hoping to move out of the Land of Wind. She kinda mentioned that she wants to come live at the Leaf, near me.”

“Is she good with languages?”

“She knows a few. And she might offer a different perspective being from another village and all. How’s the pay?”

“Generous, you think she would be interested?!” All too eager, you can’t wait to meet her, she seems perfect.

“I can ask her. It’ll probably take a couple days to relay the message back and forth. How soon do you need her?”

“I can wait a couple weeks. But, if I happened to know a way to teleport her here, do you think the Sand would mind?”

“You mean Obito?” Shikamaru says with almost a scold.

“Yeah” you wince.

“I don’t know if that will be okay.”

“What if I’m the one he teleports?”

“As long as it’s not directly into the village I’m sure it’s fine but you remember what happened last time you traveled between lands?”

Chills run down your back. “Yes, but with Obito I’ll be safe.” The determination is plain on your face. You have the utmost faith in your boyfriend. You know with complete certainty that you are safe. He has never let you down and he never will. That thought sends a bolt of excitement through your body.

“Trust me, I know.” Shikumaru says with raised brows as he reaches for his cup, taking a draft of his drink. 

Tamari fills you in on the details of her friend including where she currently works and what hours so that when you visit the village you can find her. That night when Obito visits, you update him on the plan and he is more than happy to oblige, especially because he gets to transport you personally. 

These visits form him are everything you need. You wish you could say he never allowed the chance for you to miss him because he slept in your bed every night, but when he left in the morning, you can’t help the way your heart sinks and the disappointment sets in. 

His presence feels so much like home that the four walls that actually comprise of your house feel incomplete when he’s not there. 

The way he nudges your earlobe when he whispers ‘I love you,’ the way he kisses the back of your hand, the way he tightens his hold when he hugs you, there’s this overwhelming sense of unyielding love unlike anything you’ve ever known. 

When the time comes, the two of you travel hand in hand to the Land of Wind, stepping into his void and stepping out like it was nothing. You’ve started to get used to this power of his and think that soon it will feel completely normal. 

But now, here you stand, immediately before the entrance to the Hidden Sand village, arm clinging to Obito’s when he should be traveling home from his other mission.

“Don’t be nervous Princess, she’ll want the job.”

“I hope so. Tamari made her sound perfect.”

After checking in at the village entrance you stroll through the streets, following Tamari’s directions. Once you see the sign of a pottery shop, you push the door open and stroll up to the desk of a twenty four year old blonde women. Her hair is long and straight and her eyes are a stunning shade of blue. Her appearance is so gorgeous you feel a bit self conscious and look over to Obito to check if he was staring. 

Much to your pleasure, he wasn’t. He had the perfect amount of recognition for her appearance without the admiration that would crush your spirit. With that reassurance, you greet the woman, bowing as a sign of respect. 

The conversation with Jun went well. You felt a click as you began to describe the position and realized the two of you shared many common interests. It all felt so natural. There was no way you were going to apparate out of here without her signing an offer letter. 

By day’s end, you secured yourself a new assistant and Obito successfully neglected the responsibilities of his mission on your behalf. He rushes you home with a quick kiss before rejoining his comrads, promising to see you again tomorrow. 

“No, absolutely not.”

“But Kakashi!”

“No, I don’t want to go through these issues with the Sand a second time.” You stand in Kakashi’s office informing him of your plans to hire Tamari’s friend to be your new assistant.

“But she came recommended by the Sand”

“Not by the Sand, by a Sand native. The same Sand native that created this headache for me last time.”

“Surely Gara will understand!” “It’s not Gara I’m worried about. We need our public relations with the Sand to continue to go well so that we can maintain the peace.”

“It’s not like we’re stealing their princess this time. This is just an intellect who’s capabilities were wasting away in a pottery shop. She was telling people she was gonna move here anyways! No one will object.”

“Why can’t you use someone from the Leaf?”

“After meeting her yesterday, I’m not accepting anyone else. This role is meant for her. It’s her or no one.”

“Then it’s no one.”

“Kakashi, come ooon.”

“Don’t whine to me. You’re not exploiting our previous attachment to get your way.”

“Please Kakashi?”

He surveyed your face, trying hard not to cave. His slow recovery from your relationship still has him weak for you. He knows you don’t make unreasonable requests, but is he really going to deal with the diplomatic backlash that comes with recruiting outside of the village walls?

With a pinch to the bridge of his nose he comes to terms with the fact that he’s already made his decision. “Okay, you can hire her.”

“Yes! You won’t regret it!”

“Doubt that.”

You ignore his comment as you turn to leave, ready to draft the offer letter.

Using Obito, you went to visit Jun and tell her the good news. Fortunately your boyfriend’s mission had finally come to an end and he had a break between jobs. 

Being the helpful golden retriever he is, he used his Kamui to transport Jun and her stuff back and forth as she apartment hunted, packed, and moved. Even Shiho, Tamari, and  Shikamaru came along to help. Soon she was settled in and ready for her new role in your office. 

The first week you tried to start off with just getting her caught up on the state of affairs, the role of your department within the shinobi matrix, her responsibilities, and once she felt more comfortable, you started to introduce her to various colleagues by week’s end. 

You come into work on Friday feeling on top of the world. Everything is going perfect and Obito is home all weekend. You spent last night preparing a special picnic lunch to surprise him with today. 

As you take a seat behind your desk you tuck away the food and build your to-do list, sorting through the paperwork that needs signing and coming up with an agenda for Jun. 

Once you're organized for the day you stop by Jun’s office, placing everything on her desk before she gets in. 

Late in the morning she pops into your office.

“Good Morning Jun!”

“Morning! Here, I brought these for you as a thank you!” she says with a flourish as she unboxes pork dumplings stuffed inside perfectly pinched rice dough.”

“Oh wow.” You gaze in amazement. You absolutely love dumplings but you had already cooked a picnic for you and Obito. “I hate to say this because I really appreciate the effort but I can’t accept. I’m so sorry. I just already made lunch plans. They look amazing, they really do.”

“It’s okay!” she says, cutting you off, realizing you were about to keep rambling out of guilt.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

“You know who would really enjoy them and probably didn’t pack a lunch is our Hokage.”

She raises a brow as her eyes look at you with interest. 

“I actually have some papers that need his signature. Why don’t you bring him the dumplings when you go to drop off the paperwork?”

“Right now?”

“Yeah, right now would be good. He probably needs to eat anyway.”

“Oh-okay.” She says timidly. 

You knew she was nervous to meet him, especially without you present but, she was going to interact with him plenty over the course of her employment so she might as well get it over with. 

“Jun,” you call out to her as she’s leaving, “He might be really powerful but he’s actually very sweet. I know he’ll appreciate the gesture. There’s no need to be nervous.”

She bows to you before swiftly walking out the door.

Up in the Hokage’s office, Kakashi massages his temples between meetings. He’s a man of great patience but meditating so many conversations with rowdy shinobi and all-too-serious headquarter staff drains him. In times of war these meetings are smoother but in times of peace, the lack of a common goal is strenuous on village leaders. 

A light rap on the door pulls him from his musings and causes him to lift his head, “Come in!” He calls through the oak. 

The knob turns and a beautiful woman with long golden tresses walks in. Her eyes are a beautiful oceanic blue and Kakashi immediately finds himself adjusting his seating. Her entrance to his office seems to have stolen the air from the room since, without realizing it, he stopped breathing the moment he laid eyes on her. 

He sits there in shock, his lips parted as she gazes at him timidly. With a nervous bow she finds her voice and walks up to his desk. “Good Afternoon, I’m Jun the new assistant of the intelligence department” her voice trails off at the end of her sentence as Kakashi echoes her words once he realizes who she is. 

They stare at each other before he shakes his head, clearing his mind and his throat. “Welcome to the Leaf. I apologize, I should’ve introduced myself sooner. How was the move? Are you settled in yet?”

“Oh! I, um, I like it a lot, the village is so green and beautiful. Tamari, Y/N and her friends made the move very easy but I’m gonna have to wait for her boyfriend to help me put together the furniture I ordered. It came in last night but they’re not coming over till Saturday evening. “

“I can help you with that.” Kashi blurts out before he can stop himself. 

“Oh no, Lord Hokage, I can’t ask that of you.” 

“You’re not asking, I’m offering. “

Jun is stunned into silence not knowing what to say. She stumbles over words till she puts down the papers she’d carried up to his office along with the dumplings. “i-uh-I-h-here. I want you to have these, they’re a secret Land of Wind recipe and-and I was told you might like them. Also my boss said these need your signature. “ she stumbles through her words, sliding the papers towards him. 

Jun finds herself unable to look at Kakashi, the famous and mighty Hokage, because he can’t be showing her interest, can he?. That’s not possible. No. 

Struggling to take his eyes off of her, Kakashi glances down at the papers, pulling out his pen to scrawl his signature at the bottom. When he’s done he pushes out his chair and stands up, rounding his desk to press the sheets into Jun’s hands. 

While standing before her she realizes how much taller he is and becomes even more shy, finding a crimson hue creep across her cheeks. Kakashi lifts her chin with his finger so he can survey her gorgeous eyes, feeling lost in the sapphire of her irises. 

There’s a moment of electricity between them before he clears his throat again. 

“You made these dumplings?”

“Yes”

He reaches out and tries one, eyes closing as soon as his teeth pierce the dough, “these are incredible. I’ll tell you what, make more of these and I’ll come to your home tonight and assemble all the furniture you point your finger at. “

Jun giggles before looking back down at the floor. “I guess we have a deal then, Lord Hokage.”

“Kakashi”

“Hmm?”

“Call me by my name. Please. I don’t like all the lord stuff”

“Oh, uh, yes Kakashi, thank you! Here’s my address, I’ll see you tonight.”

“See you tonight!” he says all too eagerly before sitting back down at his desk and continuing to feast on the dumplings given to him by the gorgeous kunoichi hailing from the Land of Wind. He could feel himself falling all over again, but this time, things will work out differently. He’ll make sure of it.

Back at your office Obito strides on in as if he owns the place…like always. “Hey there, Princess.”

“Hey there, handsome. What brings you by?”

“There’s a beautiful woman who works here, have you seen her?”

“I believe she’s starting back at you from behind this desk. Or are you looking for someone else?”

“Nope, just looking for my girlfriend. She’s all I ever seek because in my life, all my roads lead back to her.”

“Ooooh good answer.” you say with a peck to his lips. “You sound like a man madly in love.”

“That’s because I am a man madly in love.”

“Are you now? Well does that mean I can rely on you to join me for a picnic right about now?”

Obito cocks his brow.

“I may have already packed one.” You say lifting the basket.

His smile splits his face in two and he happily strides behind your desk, grabs you and teleports you to a gorgeous valley filled with cherry trees in bloom. You must be kilometers away from the village though, in all honesty, you’re not even entirely sure if you are still in the Land of Fire at all. 

“Obito, where’d you take us?”

“Somewhere I’ve envisioned taking you for months. In fact, you may remember it from one of my genjutsu’s.”

You take a look around and realize the space indeed does look familiar. “Obito…I don’t know what to say.” You’re at a loss. Here you thought you were surprising him but he has managed to flip the script. You set down the basket, turning to explore the grove when his hand catches yours. “Care to join me for a dance?”

It was just as he made you see in his genjutsu all those months ago. You thought he was messing with your head but really he was baring his soul to you. He had wanted this for so long and here you are. Tears spring to your eyes as you look back up at him, “Yes, I would love to join you for a dance.”

With one hand grasping yours and the other cupping your back, Obito leads you in dance, twirling you around as cherry blossoms fall to the ground, drifting like snow on their decent, and blanketing the world in pink. It is one of the most beautiful moments in your life and you wish you could do what Obito is doing and turn on your imaginary sharingan to record this memory forever. The look of adoration that Obito constantly has when he looks at you is brighter than ever and you know you found your person. He’s here. He’s been here, and he will continue to be here, forever. No matter what life throws at you, Obito will find a way to be by your side and defend you. You are his and he is yours. It’s simple, just as it should be.

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His To Keep pt 2

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Tobi x Hyuga F!Reader

Summary: While patrolling through the hidden rain, Tobi spots a pretty girl with a byakugan and becomes obsessed. He watches your relationship fall apart till the day your boyfriend hits you. That's the day everything gets turned upside down.

Warnings: NSFW, 'public relations', gaslighting, nipple play, unprotected penetration, overstimulation

Word Count: 3.3k

Anon Ask I Part 1

Sifting through your duffle, you find something appropriate to wear to work. Yesterday had been filled with non-stop sexual tension and you thought you were going to lose your mind each time Tobi grazed you with his hand. He never let you touch him, but he wasn’t shy with his fingers. He made sure you were on your toes all day waiting for his next move. Now it’s time to go back to your normal life. Your home and your job are both waiting for you, though, you’re not sure how to broach the subject of home to Tobi.

As you shuffle around the bag you can’t find what you’re looking for. None of the pants he packed for you could be dressed up for secretary work. You’re the office assistant for one of the only trading companies within the village. The man running it isn’t big on talking to many of the great nations since he holds a grudge. The memories of the war still haunt him and the resentment he feels from watching his parents lose their wealth just before losing their lives fills him with anger he can’t face. 

That’s why he has you. As a native to one of the great nations, you negotiate fair trade deals so he can still maximize his business while protecting his peace. 

Your boss has always been kind to you despite your appearance and your affiliation with the Land of Fire. When he told you his story you were amazed that he didn’t hate you for your obvious affiliation but he told you that while your appearance is a constant reminder of the places he’d rather not think about, your face is kind and matches the quality of your soul. 

For these reasons, you’ve worked hard for him, building a client list that includes some of his biggest trade deals. Your efforts have made him wealthy beyond his dreams and he happily gives you a percentage. All the hard work you’ve put in has allowed you to afford your house…the one Tobi is trying to make you leave. 

You’ll need to talk to him about that later. It’s only fair but, for now, it’s time to head to work. When you exit the restroom and see Tobi, his mask is centered on his face and he is covered head to toe in his disguise. No one has any clue what kind of man lay beneath his little get-up. And they definitely don’t know how insanely attractive he is beneath his cloak. 

With an outstretched hand, you place yours in his and allow him to whirl you away. 

Landing on the wet road just outside your office, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to Tobi’s little teleporting ability. It’s mind bending to step from one place to the next. He even matched the location perfectly so that your hair wouldn’t get wet in the rain. You give him a kiss on his masked cheek, under the awning in front of the door and begin to walk away when he pulls you back in. 

His hands circle around your back and wander down to your rear, groping you out in public for everyone to see.

“Tobi,” you whisper urgently as your eyes dart to the by-standers, “people are staring.”

“I know” he whispers back as his fingers play with the fat of your behind. He kneads the flesh while you bury your face in his neck to hide your humiliation. What’s worse, you can feel his member stiffen against your thigh. 

His hips rut into you as he man-handles your ass. Then, as if the embarrassment couldn’t get worse, his hands wander all the way back and between your legs, spreading your cheeks, and stroking your center. 

“Tobi, please, what if my boss sees?!” the urgency in your voice acting as his aphrodisiac. 

“Let him” is all he says before lifting the skirt of your dress, desperate to make contact with your skin.

“Please, Tobi-” but your protest is halted by a tiny moan once his fingers find your nerve bundle at the apex of your sex. Breathy sighs replace your words, leaving you mute as his hands ravage you in front of your place of employment. You stand on your tiptoes, squirming, while one hand slides to your front, gaining better access to slip inside of you. You nearly choke on your gasp as you finally feel him inside of you. Your sounds of pleasure are shameful. It’s humiliating how he’s making you a flustered mess in front of all these people, right at the entrance of your workplace. 

You can hear people commenting as they pass by, so you try to bury your face in shame when Tobi spins you around to look at them. He continues to pulse his fingers up inside you while the heel of his hand circles your clit. You push into his palm, feeling close to your release. With lidded eyes you look up at the people who’ve gathered to watch you. Most of them, likely, on their way to work. All of them risk being late just to gaze at your face as you chase your orgasm. 

The entire situation is so dirty. It made your nipples stiffen to realize how many people are watching you with lust as you squirm. However, those squirms are met with a restraining hand at your neck, baring down and keeping your upper body still. 

Your hands shoot up to grapple at his closing grip but, he’s so much stronger than you. Your efforts are rendered useless against his shinobi strength and all you can do is whine and shake as he brings you to the cusp of euphoria with his hand. 

The crashing wave of pleasure has you quaking in his hold. You lose your ability to hold yourself upright as choked moans emanate from your throat. Eventually you lose sight of the crowd, your eyes roll to the back of your head in sheer ecstasy but that doesn’t stop you from faintly hearing the crowd applaud. 

You made a mess of yourself and of Tobi’s hand. He brings his soiled palm to your mouth, directing you to lick it clean. Your fingers close around his wrist as you flatten your tongue against his skin, wiping off your slick for the cheering crowd to see. You hated it. How they watched you, how they clapped, how cock drunk you are that you’re performing for them anyways.  But Tobi loved it. His hardened length rutted up against you the entire time, and twitched when they applauded. Pride swells within his chest as he watches those poor fucks palm their pants, wanting what he has. 

Once you’ve cleaned his hand he fixes your underwear to lay over your slick cunt and gives it a few harsh slaps that make you jump from sensitivity. A rumble reaches your ear when one of the onlookers whistles. Then in one final act of domination, he releases your neck and uses both hands to pinch your already erect nipples through your shirt. 

“I want everyone you meet today to see these.” he teases as he pulls on the skin, wrinkling your shirt as he conforms it to the shape of your peaks. After a squeal of discomfort, he releases you. He presses the forehead of his orange swirling disguise up against your own while he looks down at you through his eye-hole. With bated breath, you watch his red sharingan fade back to its usual soft brown irises. Gulping down the sexual tension simmering between you two, you give a soft, “have a good day” before finally disappearing inside your office, praying your boss didn’t just witness that through the window. 

After a particularly productive day, surprising considering how often your thoughts wandered over to Tobi, you walk out of your office to see him waiting under the awning by the front door, shielding himself from the constant downpour of this little nation.

“Tobi” you greet breathlessly, the air suddenly evaporating from your lungs as you remember earlier.

“Hey, Sweetheart.” For once, you don’t correct him and let the nickname slide. “You ready to go home?”

“Yes” you say with an all too sweet smile, cause you don’t plan on going to his home where your duffle is. You’re going to your house with all your stuff. The one you worked hard to buy. The one you need to kick your ex out of.

With determined feet you walk past Tobi in the direction of your home. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Home.” your nonchalant attitude as you continue to pace towards your street pricks at Tobi’s nerves. You’re being a brat. 

“You know full and well that the little building you're headed to is no longer your home.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. It is my home and I have a pest to evict.”

Though he was annoyed by your disobedience, he enjoyed hearing you call your ex a pest and he liked the idea of evicting him even better. 

You march through the rain, leaving Tobi behind to watch your retreating figure before he rushes next to you and places his arm around the small of your back. The two of you splash through puddles on your way towards your house and just before you get to your front door Tobi’s grip on your waist tightens.

He yanks you into his chest as he turns about to face you. “Okay, Sweetheart, I’m only gonna say this once. When we’re inside, obey my every order.”

“What orders could you possibly give?” you say with an eye roll.

He holds you tighter, not leaving room for debate. Looking up at him, he can see the dim sunlight shine through the clouds and reflect off your irises. Rain pours onto your hood and small droplets fall from its brim onto your cheeks and nose. Your lips part as you gaze into the eye hole of the mask. The entirety of you contemplates his request. A squeeze of his arm around you causes a small squeak to slip and you make your decision, nodding your head in agreement.  

Striding up to the door, you withdraw your key from your pocket and slot it into the keyhole. The latch clicks as you twist and the two of you step inside. Your ex is sitting on the couch in pajama pants playing a video game, completely unaware of your entry.

You step between him and the tv screen. “Hey! What the-? Baby you’re back! I was worried sick.”

“I can see” you say, gesturing to him. “Clearly you joined a search party.”

“Hey, I called the shinobi forces! I didn’t do nothing!”

“Did you work today?”

“Well, no-”

“Did you cook for yourself or clean the dishes?”

His eyes flit over to the kitchen where you see a pile of plates and cups almost as high as the rim of the sink.

“I see. Well that confirms it. It’s time for you to move out. Please be out of here by the end of the day tomorrow.”

“Now wait a moment, you can’t just kick me out! I’m your boyfriend. Where will I go?”

“I thought I told you that she left you.” Tobi interjects in his deep bravado. Your ex’s eyes dart over to Tobi who, until this moment, he hadn’t even noticed was in the house. 

“You!” he shouts at Tobi before turning back to you. “You brought him here? This psycho tried to kill me and then he came back and threatened me! Why are you letting him in our house?”

“My house, and he is my boyfriend now so you can get moving”

“He can’t be your boyfriend, we’re dating.” he gestures between you.

“Not anymore.” you say with lidded eyes. “You gave up that right two days ago.”

“Oh, I see, you’ve been cheating on me.”

“Hardly. I just lost tolerance for you. Hitting me was the final straw.”

“I only hit you cause you made me. I would never hit a woman but you weren’t listening. You backed me into a corner -”

“-by what? Asking you to help? Asking you to pay bills? Do some house chores? Not sit on the couch all day? Yeah some corner.”

“You’re asking me to give up my masculinity to become your housewife!”

“Well now you don’t have to worry about that cause we’re done.”

“No we’re not!” He starts to step closer to you when from across the room Tobi calls your name. 

“Come.”

You close your mouth before doing an about face then stride over to where he stands. You wanted to scream at your ex. Fight him, but you remembered what you promised outside. “Kneel.”

You bend at the knees and sink to the floor, eyes trained on his mask. “Touch.” 

Unsure of the game he’s playing, you’re in. The pads of your fingers lightly drag over the dark fabric of Tobi’s pants, mindlessly exploring the hardening flesh underneath. You remember how big it felt between your cheeks yesterday. He’s never let you see or touch him; he’s always touched you. Now you can finally feel him, right here in front of your ex.

A gloved hand begins to pet your hair and you look up at him, your fingertips near the waist of his pants. With a curt nod, you undo the ties and curl your hands over the waistband, pulling down just enough that his member springs out of its confines. You look in awe, he was a bit longer than most and definitely had girth, the kind that was going to make what he wanted next a bit of a challenge. 

His grip twists the hair at the back of your head and he controls you from the neck up, rubbing your mouth along his shaft before pushing you down on his length so that you are forced to swallow him. 

“What the f*** is this!” your ex shouts as he looks in horror and disbelief. 

“A message.” Tobi states plainly. “She’s not your girlfriend anymore.”

Tobi yanks back on your hair, freeing you of your duties and allowing you to breathe. Again, you stare up at the orange swirl, imaging the face beneath, swallowing the air his circumference stole from  you. 

He pulls you up to standing and twists you around so you’re facing your ex. Your eyes are dazed, clearly not registering who is in front of you. With one hand in your hair, the other slips under your dress and grasps your hip, angling you so he can slide inside of the very space he’s been dreaming of all this time.

Your mouth falls open in pure ecstasy. The way he stretches you is more intense than you thought it would feel. Excitement shoots up through your center, reaching your rib cage and expanding like a bloom. Slick immediately soaks his base and a grunt of approval echoes from behind. 

Your walls feel even better than he imagined. After toying with you for a few days, he knew you are tight but he couldn’t fathom how well you’d restrict around him once he was actually inside you. It’s like heaven. The warmth, the wet, the squeeze, you molded to him perfectly as he enters and retreats. Such a good girl for him. 

His little stunt is meant to show your ex where your loyalty now lies but all motive is forgotten the moment he’s buried inside of you. All he can do is tighten his grip in your hair and on your waist and begin to pound into you. Orbs swinging into you maliciously as his pulsing head drags along the lining of your cavern. Noises from your pretty neck are guttural with each entrance and retreat. 

Tobi, barely able to pull his mind from its lustful fog, lifts his gaze to your ex, standing there dumbfounded. “Does this look like she’s your girlfriend? Cause it looks to me like she’s mine.”

“What did you do to her? This has to be genjutsu!”

“It’s simple, she was done dating boys and found a man. Now get out of her house so I can finish what you couldn’t even start.”

“You disgust me! You and your whore. Who’d want to date a slut like that anyways?” he says, grabbing a few of his things, presumably coming back later to pack his belongings. 

Just as his hand reaches for the door knob, Tobi throws a kuni. It narrowly misses your ex’s hand.

“What the hell! I’m doing what you asked.”

“Call her a disrespectful name one more time and the next knife goes in your skull. Got it?”

The fear in his eyes as he dry swallows says it all.

Tobi resumes his bruising pace into you, your cries of satisfaction bleeding past the windows to the ears of the pedestrians outside. In one fluid motion, he lifts you, carrying you over to the edge of your living room to press you up against the glass panes, ridding you of your shirt along the way.  

“The only one who gets to call you a slut is me.” he whispers into your ear. “Cause he’s right about one thing,  you are my whore, and it’s my job to keep my whore satisfied.” He punctuated his statement with a series of quick pumps that have your face and chest pressed up against the glass for everyone outside to see. 

Your loud cries are easily heard above the rain and several villagers stop outside your home, openly gawking at you. Tobi’s palm finds your outer thighs and begins to beat into the flesh till it turns red. Each ferocious slap causing the fat to jiggle in the most alluring way. Your body is perfect. Made just to his liking. He couldn’t build a woman as beautiful as you if he tried. 

“That’s it, pretty baby, scream for me.”

“Yes!” you chant, unable to think. Your vocabulary evades you as your brain numbs to the sheer pleasure inside your walls. “Yes, yes, yes, yes”

Humming in appreciation, Tobi’s hands once more reach around to your front and play with your nerve bundle. Lifting the hood of your clit, he gains access to its most sensitive area and rubs vigorously. Your chanting turns to squeals. He plays with the nub till you start to spasm but he doesn’t let you rest, no. He pumps into you harder and faster, chasing his high within your quivering core. 

You scream from over stimulation, both your arms and legs shaking before he finally releases his first load into you. Gunts fill the shell of your ear as he cums and the erotic sound makes you pulse even harder. 

Finally finishing and easing the sexual tension that had been steadily rising these past two days, you finally feel some mental clarity and realize there is an entire street of men and women alike, watching what you just did. You shriek and reach for the curtains, closing them before turning to Tobi. “Oh my gods I need to move.”

“Why? They enjoyed our little show.”

You glare at him knowing full well that he’s smiling back under that mask of his. 

“Come’ere” he beacons. You cozy up to him and lift off the face guard. “Gimme a kiss.”

Your arms swing over his shoulders and around his neck, tip toeing up so that your lips reach his. Your heart pounds just as much as it did moments ago against the window. Damn him. He’s always making me weak. 

“Better?” He asks as you separate.

“A little.” you mutter grumpily. 

“Good, let's get to work. We have an ex to evict.” 

You give a half smile still struggling to accept your defeat. This man is bad news for your whole ‘independent woman vibe’. He’s turned you into his needy whore without much effort at all but, one thing is for certain, you are his, just as he wanted…for life.

His to Keep pt 1 I Masterlist

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(English is not my first language sorry for any mistakes) not sure if you're taking requests right now, so feel free to ignore this if not, but... could I ask for an Exhibitionist Tobi? 🥺🥺

Hi Anon!

i only have one more installment of Akatsuki Concubine left so wanted to start answering my requests in the order I received them. However... this one ended up being suuuper long so I decided to make it a two parter. Sorry I didn't get to the good stuff yet, but I promise it's coming.

And to my Kakashi girlies, the next request is a Kakashi one :)

His to Keep: Part 1 I Part 2

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His To Keep pt. 1

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Tobi x Hyuga F!Reader

Summary: While patrolling through the hidden rain, Tobi spots a pretty girl with a byakugan and becomes obsessed. He watches your relationship fall apart till the day your boyfriend hits you. That's the day everything gets turned upside down.

Warnings: NSFW, Yandere Tobi, mentions of abuse, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, sexual touching, some violence

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: This got too long so I decided to make it two parts. Come back next week to see it get spicy.

Anon Ask I Part 2

Tobi visited many villages while undercover for the Akatsuki and while he enjoyed visiting home more than others, there is a most peculiar girl right here in the Hidden Rain village that has caught his eye.

One day while strolling through the village verifying that the locals are conforming to the new village power, he spots a beauty sporting byakugan eyes. He had to do a double-take to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. Someone with the byakugan here in the Rain village? That can’t be right. Yet here you are, pale eyes blending with the bleak background of constant downpour. 

Needing to know how a Hyuga found their way so far from home, he follows you home. You're living with a man the same age as you but it isn't all roses. He is your boyfriend for sure, but he doesn't act like it. He treats you more like his maid than his maiden. He doesn't cherish you or hold you. He doesn't help you or ask about your day, he ignores you until he needs something from you. Tobi can't understand why you are with him. You’re so far from home and for what? To be treated like this? An angry twisting started to upset Tobi’s gut.

The rogue ninja has half a mind to go in there and kill the man so he can claim what he wants but he restrains, opting for a more subtle approach. Murder has become a common event in his life but he realizes it’s probably not common in yours. He can tell you’re not a shinobi, never have been, based on your lack of scars. So how on earth did you meet this scum?

At first, Tobi ignored your knack for intruding on his thoughts. He has goals he needs to focus on. An important mission from Madara. He doesn’t have time for fanciful dreams about the beautiful Hyuga girl ripe for the taking. Yet, eventually, the thoughts of you consume him. He finds himself making excuses to patrol the city always on the lookout for you. 

He catches you fighting with your boyfriend a few times. The shouting can be heard through the windows. You look drained. You asked him for help and he laid into you about your responsibilities as a woman. With each subsequent visit you look more and more exhausted. Why won’t you leave? Do you have nowhere to go?

As he watches the saga unfold, his investment increases. Before he even realizes it, he’s outside your home every day. He’s become obsessed with your unhappiness, wanting to fix it, watching it play out in real time. Then one day, an argument is finished by him striking your face three times. 

Blind rage has him bolting for the inside of your home. He passes through the front door without ever opening it. Lunging in, he pounds his fist into the side of your boyfriend’s face. You scream in terror having never seen a jutsu that allows a person to pass through walls like a ghost.

“What the hell man!” your boyfriend shouts as he rubs the point of impact.

Your surprise intruder, covered in a black clouded cloak and orange swirling mask, silently responds with a second punch followed by a swift kick to the face. Normally Tobi would taunt his prey with his childish voice but the anger consumes him whole. This sorry excuse for a man already has been walking the line in Tobi’s book but now it’s time to deal with him. 

“I’m gonna kill you!” Your boyfriend yells at this mystery man whose face is concealed. Completely unphased, your champion punches your boyfriend one final time. He presses his hand to his face as blood pours out his nose. Then the man in the red and black cloak twists his arm around your boyfriend’s neck, choking him till he’s lifeless. 

“Oh my gods did you kill him?!” You whisper in terror. 

“No. I want to but, no.” are the first words that you hear out of his mouth. “Come on.”

Tobi extends his hand. You step back, shaking your head. You don’t care what his motivations are, you don’t know this man and he just came through the wall to knock out your piece of shit boyfriend. Clearly he’s dangerous. 

“I’m not taking no for an answer. Sweetheart. You’re coming willingly or by force.”

You step back further, holding your hands close to your chest. 

“By force it is.” Tobi crouches down and slumps you over his shoulder, one hand securing your kicking legs, the other steadying your weight by conveniently resting on your rear. You punch at his back only for your hand to pass through his body and hit yourself in the stomach. You cough on impact and hear a short exhale from underneath the mystery man’s mask. 

“Something funny to you?” you scold.

“Very. Now if you’re done hitting yourself, I’d like to be on our way.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you! Let me down!”

Mystery man only laughs harder before you hear a whirring sound and notice a portal open up. You curse in surprise.

 What is this?! He can pass through walls but he’s holding me. My fists can’t touch him but his fists knocked out my boyfriend. Now he’s opened up a new world out of thin air. 

Tobi could feel your heart racing and it excited him. He wants to make your heart pound more. He stepped into his void and then stepped out into the Akatsuki hideout within the walls of the Hidden Rain. He enters his room and lets you down. You huff as you straighten your shirt, your eyes darting around the room as you do so. 

It is a plain and dark space. Only a small bed on the floor and a tiny dresser with a small lamp because it seems the sconces on the wall supply most of the dim lighting in the room. Is this to be your new living space? 

Oh gods, he’s abducted me. Oh shit. What’s going to happen to me? Is he after my eyes?!

“If you want money, I’ll give it to you. Just let me go home,” you beg. “I’ll give you everything I have.”

“Why would I want your money?”

“Then it’s my eyes you're after?!” you’re panicked and your breathing starts to falter. He’s going to steal your eyes and leave you blind. How will you work, defend yourself, escape if you can’t see? You stumble back, tripping over the mattress and falling down.

“I’m not after your eyes.” 

You stop hyperventilating but the fear lingers on your face. “T-Then, what do you want?”

“I want you.”

You shrink under his stare. You can’t see his face but guessing what it looks like makes you queasy. Back flush with the wall behind you, there was nowhere to run. He squats down to your level and extends his hand. You flinch as he tucks your hair behind your ear before caressing your cheek with his thumb. Only moments prior, your boyfriend struck that very spot and now a masked stranger is touching it. 

You whimper, afraid of his hands. “Relax Sweetie, I’ll never hurt you.” he coos like you’re a little girl afraid of a spider. Your eyes snap up to stare into the dark hole of his mask.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Keep you.”

“For how long?”

“Till we die.”

You swallow even though your mouth is dry. You’re never going home. You know it isn’t the happiest of homes but it’s okay. You have a house and a job and a boyfriend. It's better than the constant scrutiny of being a non-shinobi in the Hyuga clan. Only now you wished you were a shinobi. You could’ve fought your way out of this. Now you’re stuck. Stuck with a madman who believes he has ownership over you.

“Sweetheart?”

“Please don’t call me that.” He marches forward, ignoring your response.

“I don’t understand. Why did you stay with him?”

“What?”

“Why did you support him when all he did was take from you? You should’ve left him. Why didn’t you?”

You blink, taken off guard by his question. “Where was I going to go?! I’m not from here. I don’t have a family to go back to and Rain villagers aren’t exactly welcoming to outsiders”

“So you didn’t love him.”

“What? I never said that!”

“When I asked why you didn’t leave, you didn't say it was because you loved him, you said it's cause you have nowhere to go.”

Your mouth silently opens and shuts. He was right. Without realizing it, you were more focused on survival than your actual feelings and now you’re suddenly confronted with the truth. You don’t love your boyfriend, and you haven’t for some time. 

“I take it you realize I’m right.”

“No, I just, nevermind.” You hear a chuckle from behind the orange swirl. “You laugh at me too much.” you complain with a cross of your arms over your chest. 

“Stop bein’ cute and I’ll stop laughin’. “ 

Your scowl only grows along with his laughter. “It’s not funny.” 

“I disagree.” His hand lifts your chin as he scans over you, his eyes checking to make sure you’re okay. “Let me get you something to eat.”

“I’d rather have something to wear. Does this whole captivity for life thing come with a new wardrobe or do I get to go grab my stuff at some point?”

Your captor pauses as he stands up. “I’ll grab a  few things. Anything in particular you want?”

“I’d like all of it but since that’s not possible, I’ll write a list.”

“Thank you. I’ll still go get you some food while I'm out.”

You nod at him as you pass him a scribbled list before he turns to leave. After he exits, you realize that you never learned his name. Crap. 

When your captor finally returns, hours later, there is nothing but a plate of food in his right hand and a glass of water in his left. You assumed based on the length of his absence that he’d gone to get your stuff but maybe he had other business to attend to. 

“Hey Sweetheart.”

“You don’t have to call me that.” You murmur as you accept the food. Once again he ignores your request and carries on as if he didn’t hear you. After a few bites you realize the food is actually quite good and you start to shovel larger bites in your mouth.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have made you wait so long to eat.”

You stop and look up at him. “No, it’s not that, it’s just, it's really good. I mean, I am hungry but did you make this?”

The masked ninja leans against the wall, crossing his arms. “I once had a friend who was a good cook. I learned from him.”

“Do you always cook for your victims?”

A snort is muffled by his swirling mask but that did little to hide his amusement. 

“I’m glad you find this all so funny.”

“I dealt with your ex.” he deadpans, changing the subject.

“He’s my ex now? Funny, I don’t recall breaking up with him.”

“Oh you broke up with him, Sweetheart. The second you came here with me.”

“I also don’t recall voluntarily coming here with you.”

“Well I’m not sharing a bed with someone else’s girlfriend so, you’re single. End of discussion”

Your chopsticks clatter to the ground. Your mouth falls open and you have to remember to shut it. “We’re sharing a bed?”

“Do you see a second bed in here?”

Stammering you struggle to voice your objections to the situation. He cuts off your senseless sounds to inform you that while at your place to pick up your things he informed your boyfriend that you left him and would not be coming back. 

“You WHAT?!”

“I simply spared you the trouble of telling him you don’t love him anymore and that since he didn’t appreciate all the things you did for him, you decided to break up with him and move out. Furthermore, I promised to spare his life in exchange for his good behavior.”

“And that worked?!”

“Sweetie, he just woke up from the nice little sleep I put him in. You really think he was going to test my patience?”

You nod remembering the violence from earlier, feeling the fear crawl up your gut. And he expects you to share a bed. That’s not gonna happen. And what are you to do all day? Does he just expect you to stay in this tiny room all the time, waiting for him to come home like his pet cat? Oh gods, your job…

“Hey, uh... actually, um” you chew your lip afraid to ask the question, “I-you, well, you never told me your name.” Your chest deflated and you look down, worried he’ll get mad at you which is ridiculous but also you’re not dealing with a normal person. You’re dealing with a kidnapping criminal, so you have a right to tread lightly. 

He brings his hand up to the bottom of his mask, cupping his chin in thought. Is he not going to tell me his name?

“I guess for now, call me Tobi.”

“For now?”

“It’s an alias.”

“An alias, a mask, a bunker for a bedroom, and you cover every inch of your skin except your toes. You sure like your privacy.” Another snort comes from his direction. “Would you stop laughing at me?”

“I will when you stop being funny.”

“I’m not trying to be funny. I’m just saying you want me to sleep in your bed when you hide every part of yourself from me.”

“Precisely.”

“That’s not how it works.”

“That’s how it’s going to work.”

You huff and clean your plate, handing it back to him without a single grain of rice to spare. 

“Well Tobi, do I at least get to go to work in the mornings?”

“Why do you want to go to work?”

“I don’t know, to earn money, to see my friends, to not sit in a windowless bunker. Take your pick.”

“No.”

“Excuse me?!”

“No. I won’t risk you running away.”

“Not that I’d get very far.” you quip with a sideways glance.

“So you understand then. I’m not giving you up.”

“Yeah, I understand. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m not giving up my job.”

“You don’t need it.”

“Yes I do. You took my home and my relationship. Plus all my stuff was left behind so I literally have nothing.”

“You don’t have nothing. You have me.”

“How do i have you?! I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU NAME!”

“You don’t need to.”

You feel exasperated. There’s no rationalizing with him. You rub your temples trying to ease the oncoming headache.

Noting your exhaustion, Tobi’s arm disappears and then reappears with a duffle in hand. He drops it on the floor at your feet, next to the bed. “Now you don’t have nothing,” he says as he walks off.

You feel bad. He’s crazy but he came to your rescue when your boyfriend hurt you. He cares about you, he wants to be your world and you dismissed him. Geez, what does it say about you when you feel guilty for hurting your abductor’s feelings. You’re just as insane as him. It’s madness, the entire situation.

Tobi’s gone the rest of the day and you actually miss him. You want him to come back but you’re not even sure what you’d do together if you were in the same room. You guess you’re just bored with nothing to do. How are you going to live like this? While you wait on your captor you go through your duffle. You see some of your favorite clothes, which gives you the creeps, clearly, he’s been watching you awhile if he knows this level of detail. You see a vibrator which you suppose is a little ‘f*** you’ gift, and at the bottom, you see your blanket. 

Looking around the room you see a space catty corner to Tobi’s bed. You lay out your blanket and then pull your pajamas from the duffle before fluffing it to create a makeshift pillow. After donning your pj’s you lay down and fold the blanket over your body, tucking yourself into bed. 

Just as you close your eyes Tobi’s back. “The hell you think you’re doing?”

“Trying to sleep?”

“Not over there, you’re not.”

“Why? Why can’t I sleep where I’d like?”

He’s silent and you just know his jaw is flexing beneath the mask. “Cause I say so.”

“Not good enough.” you say as you turn away from him. “Goodnight.”

You pretend to fall asleep but your ears perk, trying to envision what he’s doing based on the sounds of him shuffling around. He wants to force you into his bed but he doesn’t want to end up like your ex so he doesn’t push it. Eventually he sighs and you know you’ve won. He leaves the room to presumably wash up for bed before returning. Through your closed eyes, you see the darkness thicken and know he’s turned out the lights. The both of you fall asleep without a word until you wake up in the middle of the night shivering. 

Your blanket isn’t thick enough to shield you from the cold of the stone floor. You curl into a ball trying to conserve heat but it’s not enough. Your teeth chatter as you will yourself back to sleep but it’s not working. Your body won't listen to what you want. Then you pick up the sound of shuffling and feel warm arms wrap around you.

“Come to bed, Sweetie.”

You don’t even respond when he lifts you, taking care to grab your blanket and carry you over to the bed. His body heat feels good. His embrace is comforting, which you find bizarre but, at this point you’re not going to question it. You nestle into his chest, fusing yourself with his skin as he adjusts your blanket over your body and pulls the covers on top of you. 

Once he’s done his arm wraps around you and his chin rests just above your head. No mask? I guess it’d be crazy to sleep with it on. Maybe in the morning, you’ll get to meet your captor's face. For now, you’ll share his body heat, cause that’s all this is. At least that’s what you tell yourself. 

Come dawn you struggle to pull yourself out of your sleep. Normally you're a morning person, always springing out of bed and enjoying a little alone time before your boyfriend ex boyfriend woke up. However, today you just want to keep your eyes closed. It takes a moment to realize that Tobi never let you go the entire night. If anything he’s gripping you tighter. Why does he care about me so much? You’re just a stranger to him. So what is this need he has for you? Whatever it is, it’s starting to become addicting. You were skeptical yesterday but now that he’s holding you in his arms, you never want to leave.

What is happening to me?!

With the limited room you have, you twist in his arms and face outward, pushing your back into his chest and moulding your rear into the seat of his pants. You can’t bring your eyes to open but you can feel his physique. He’s toned, and strong, very strong. He also has a large chest, his pecs push against your shoulders with each slumbering breath. All around he’s much more fit than your ex. Thinking back to yesterday, the guy never stood a chance against Tobi. 

It occurs to you that now would be your best chance to see his face but your eyes refuse to peel open. Instead, you enjoy the moment. The dark room hides you and your humanoid space heater as you cuddle the morning away. Sleep causes you to drift in and out. Eventually, you feel his grip on you tighten and then loosen up. He lifts his arm, almost as if he’s checking you to see if this is real before he pulls you against him more. Until now you hadn’t noticed the stiffness between your cheeks but now, your mind zeros in on what you assume to be his manhood. It's big. Bigger than what you're used to and it makes you nervous.

Tobi can feel your heart race in your chest and he kisses your head, knowing you’re awake. 

“Good mornin’ Sweetie.” he mumbles, not even able to open his own eyes.

“Please stop calling me that.” you say with a yawn, “and good morning.”

“You sleep okay?”

“Once I warmed up, yeah.”

He responds with a hug, his pelvis absentmindedly pushing up into you. “Good” he whispers. 

A rush of butterflies erupts just below your rib cage and your breath comes in short. He hums behind you and by gods if it doesn’t make you drool. Seriously, what’s wrong with me?

His hand slips between your legs and begins to play with your bud. You pull in a sharp gasp and twist in his arms. “Hmmm, she likes that, doesn’t she.”

You want to say no, you want to push him off but you just can’t, all you can do is moan and you hate yourself for it. “That’s what I thought. You’re starting to understand what I already know. You’re mine, Sweetie, plain and simple.”

Your shirt feels scratchy against your nipples, the peaks treacherously stiffen and drag against the fabric, making you even more sensitive and in need of release. 

“Too bad we don’t have an audience for your first time becoming my little whore. Don’t worry though. Next time we’ll fix that.”

You’re too dazed and groggy to really register what he’s saying. All you can do is squirm and press into his hand, breathy moans spilling past your lips in a failed attempt to hide what you feel. 

He lifts his head, his lips ghosting over your ear and kissing your cheek. You feel yourself getting hooked on him. His touch, his warmth, his mouth, you still haven’t seen his face but you want him, all of him.

Wiggling under his fingers and lips, you’re so well behaved for your captor. His hand slips under your shirt and you feel his long fingers close around your breast. The digits knead the fat till they find purchase of your nipple and bear down on it, squeezing till you brokenly inhale, the sound high pitched and beautiful. “...so beautiful” he mutters to himself. The hand cupping your core slips under your waistband and gently runs its middle finger along your center, tickling the bud he’d been teasing for several minutes. The butterflies keep swelling and you can't get them to stop. His pointer joins the middle and they trace the outline on your opening but they never slip inside. Why won’t he slip inside? You grind into his hand, dragging your folds over his knuckles trying to get him to enter but he won’t. He just continues to tease you. 

“Tobiii” you whine. 

“No, not yet.”

You weren’t sure what he meant but it made you mad all the same. He’s the one who started this and now he’s holding back? You try to pull away but he grips you tighter. “I’m not done touching you.” he scolds before dragging a large breath through his nose nested in your hair. 

You’re addicting. Your scent makes him go dizzy with lust. A few more deep breaths and he releases you. Panting and adjusting your clothes, you shift over slightly. 

Once your shirt and pants are straight again you look up to see the most handsome scar-torn face you’ve ever laid eyes on. He sees your eyes grow wide and reaches for his mask to cover up his horrifying mug. 

“No!” you grab his wrist in your small hands. “Don’t, I want to see your face.”

“You’re afraid of me.”

“What? No, I , you’re-”

“Hideous, I know,” he says trying to overpower you.

“Not at all! You’re stunning. I didn’t know what to expect but I wasn’t expecting you to be so…handsome.” You blush at your own ludicrous statement. Why are you complimenting your kidnapper? Why were you begging him to finger fuck you just now? 

I’ve gone insane. Truly, I have.

“I’m still wearing it in public.”

“S-sure?” As if you ever had a say in the matter.

“Also, I’ve been thinking about it and... I’m okay with you keeping your job.”

You nod, “That was never up for debate. I was always going to keep my job.

He smiles as your adorable sass and buries his face in your neck. “But we’re gonna to play hookie today and spend the day together. Got it?”

“That also wasn’t up for debate.” You whisper, feeling the pit of your stomach tip over an invisible edge and fall hopelessly in love with the man. Great. Just Great.

To be continued…

Masterlist I Part 2

[detectivestucks]

The Akatsuki Concubine VI

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kisame x F!Reader x F!Concubine

Summary: Left used and abandoned by the Uchiha brothers, Kisame runs across you and decides to invite his pet to have some fun with you.

Warnings: NSFW, Bondage, DubCon, slight degradation, unprotected penetration, facial, choking, biting, oral female receiving, cum drinking, pet play.

Word Count: 2.3k

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 7

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

From the hallway, you spot your concubine sister on a leash held by a terrifyingly huge, blue ninja. Here you are, stranded and restrained on Itachi’s bed, naked and ripe for the taking. Curiosity piqued, the hulking shark-like ninja walks into the Uchiha’s room. 

“Where have they been hiding you?”, he says, nearly drooling just by looking at your sullied state. 

Your eyes widen with fear as you realize you’re about to be subjected to another round with a fourth member of the criminal organization. You squirm in your ties, shouting for help and screaming Tobi’s name. 

Kisame rushes to your side, slamming his hand over your mouth and dragging your naked sister behind him by her tether. Your fellow concubine sits timidly on the floor, her legs tucked to the side, watching her master appraise you. She still wore the collar and cuffs that Tobi put on all four of you the day he purchased you. It was clear that she has never taken her’s off. Was she just as used as you? Was she put to work as hard as you? Has she had a break, unlike you? Whatever her situation, she waited obediently while the ninja focused on someone else. 

Meanwhile you are still tied up from Sasuke and Itachi’s debt repayment. Your wrists bound behind your head and secured to the rope choking your neck, your ankles, tied to your thighs, leaving you unable to walk, run, or crawl away. You are completely exposed and at this new ninja’s mercy. You try to use your fire style to burn the ropes but Kisame quickly extinguishes them with his water style. 

The defiance and fear in your eyes when he foils your plan stirs things between his legs. 

“Hana!” he calls over his shoulder, “Up”

The girl, who you recognize as the last girl Tobi brought into the void the day he purchased the four of you, quickly stands to her feet. 

“Get on the bed. I wanna see my pet give our guest a bath.”

A bath? What does he mean?

The girl you now know is named Hana crawls onto Itachi’s bed and lowers herself to all fours. Your naked and bound body lay below her as she moves up towards your face with her tongue outstretched. She crouches down and licks a stripe up the exposed part of your neck, leaving a cold trail of saliva behind. Suddenly you realize what he meant. The lumbering shark means for her to bathe you like a dog. Your eyes shift over to the ninja and sure enough you see his pecs flex as he touches himself to the live show playing out before him. 

Hana’s tongue explores your neck and mouth, gently soothing where the rope cuts into your throat and relaxing the panic that has seized control over your body. She straddles your stomach and sits down on it. You can feel that she’s wet between her legs but she seems to be more focused on the dried fluids crusting your face. She licks her thumb and wipes off the dried cum dusting your cheeks.

With several passes, she gets most of it removed and assesses the area before touching it with her lips. You feel how she clenches as she kisses you. Her center pulsing as her mouth trails down to your own. She bites your lip and pulls back, stretching the skin before letting it slip through her teeth. When she comes back in, she’s easing her tongue past your opening and exploring the cavern of your mouth. 

Her hips absent-mindedly grind against your stomach and it occurs to you that this might not be an act to please the shark-man. She is genuinely enjoying herself. She drags her folds back and forth against your stomach and you can feel her gentle touch growing desperate. Her hands start to explore your body but then a harsh slap breaks through her breathy moans.

“Finish cleaning her.” He demands.

Hana nods and rotates, still on all fours. She switches so that her head is between your knees and her core is dripping onto your face. You watch in slow motion as the white arousal builds into a droplet and glides down her center, reaching her pinnacle and freefalling onto your nose. 

The splash on your face is enough to make you realize you’ve forgotten about her orders to bathe you and soon your attention is brought back by a warm mouth lapping at your heat. 

The girl runs her tongue over your clit and sinks it into your folds with each teasing stroke. You twist against your restraints once more, squirming from the stimulation. Another drop of arousal falls on your cheek and the filthy display provokes Kisame as if he had no control over his person. He spits on your face before spanking Hana and demanding she sits. 

Immediately, she drops her bottom and rests it on your mouth, cutting off your air supply more than the rope already is. She begins grinding her folds on your nose and you realize in order to give yourself some room for air, you are going to have to pleasure her with your mouth the way she is pleasuring you.

You stick out your tongue and sink it between her wet lips, drawing out a heated sign full of lust from the girl. Your tongue runs along the seam of her center, beginning with her growing clit and ending with her puckered rear. She grinds into you harder when you focus on the hood of her bundle, lifting it before sucking it through your teeth.

Your aggression towards her engorged nub is met with equal ferocity. Her mouth seals around your bulb and is sucked until it slips past her teeth. She bites down and nibbles meanly. You buck and arch your back, closing your legs around her face in response. Her moans grow strong with increased pleasure and when you dared to open your eyes you realize the blue man is kneeling above your head with his finger in her rear. 

You decide to focus on sucking her clit, tugging it as she rides your face, with your nose sinking into her folds all while the criminal’s finger pulsing in and out of her bottom. 

“Such a good pet” he praises. “Keep cleaning her. Keep going baby girl, I’ll take care of you as a reward.”

A high pitched “mhm” sounded from between your legs and soon she is yanked away from your face as a huge, girthy length casts a shadow over your face before it glides inside your groomer. 

Your center buzzed as she groaned against your skin, her body swallowing the gargantuan flesh intruding upon her core. “Keep going Hana.” he coos.

She returns to slobbering all over your sex as he pounds into her right above your pale mug. The blood that normally flushes your face is drained from the tightness of the fibers around your neck, leaving you gasping as heavy orbs graze your mouth and nose while colliding with Hana’s sopping center. 

“Suck on them.” he demands of you as he bullies into her. 

Your mouth obediently opens and your lips wrap around the azure skin before licking and sucking on his underside. 

You feel fluid rush around inside of him out of excitement and know ejaculant is forming. “Hands behind your back Hana!” he demands while wrapping the cord of her leash around his fist. 

She folds her hands behind her back and her weight falls forward into your sloppy core. 

At this point, she sounds like a hound as she feasts on you but her breathing is cut short by him tugging at the lead wound in his hand. 

Soon her body weight rests against the leather collar and her torso is lifted into the air while he mercilessly beats into her. Her knees spread and she slides down on your face. An increasing amount of weight rests where you're tonguing the shark’s jewels and soon the two of them are fully suffocating you. 

You start to thrash below them but they disregard you as Kisame builds in tempo and brings his pet to orgasm. She squirts all over your face and you are stuck, drinking in her juices as Kisame rides her through the high.

When he pulls out, there is a lewd suction sound. The man then rounds the bed and kneels between your legs. 

“No! Wait!” You shout before you are muffled by Hana’s folds. She sits on  you enjoying the vibrations of your yelling as the blue appendage now sinks into you. 

He only gives a few strokes to fully wet his whistle before he is slamming into you with reckless abandon. Your muffled screams continue as Hana settles on your face and leans forward to make out with Kisame. 

“Good-fucking-pet.” he chants as he feels you restrict around him while trapped under Hana’s center. 

Her hands wander over the already abused peaks left bruised by Itachi before exploring downwards to flick the swole bundle located just above your slit. When you flinch at her touch, she pinches the ball between her pointer and thumb and you scream from sensitivity. Only, no one can hear you besides the two of them. 

Your body had been nothing but a toy for a revolving group of men and women since the moment you met Tobi. You’ve never been so used or worked this hard in your life and here you are, getting double teamed for the third time in 48 hours. 

Your entire body shakes and twists as you orgasm from the abuse. Your back lifts off the mattress only to be slapped and swatted at by Hana. While you’re sure she finds her new role hopeless and demeaning, she’s sure enjoying her time with you and what little power she presently holds. 

She continues to desperately grind against your face, looking for another high when Kisame releases your knees and his hands find their way in Hana’s hair. He’s kissing her and you can tell from the wet sounds above you that she holds the rank of his favorite. 

A small “ah!” signals that one of his pointed teeth must have caught her skin. “Mmmmm” you hear him hum. “I love the taste of iron.”

From the sound of it, he must be devouring her neck because she squirms on top of you, softly crying and moaning as his teeth sink into her hide, leaving a trail of bite marks the way Itachi left a trail of hickies on you moments ago. 

His excitement at destroying her column drives his hips faster. His bulking body colliding into yours at a jarring pace. Your core constricts and squeezes around him, orgasm building as he tears you apart further. At this rate there will be nothing left of you for Tobi to hold let alone fuck. 

The thoughts of him flood your mind and suddenly you find yourself seizing. Your knees shake and your core stiffens as the tension in your gut snaps. You writhe on his manhood, quaking beneath them but he doesn’t stop for a single beat. No. He pistons onward, driving into you selfishly as his own orgasm breaks. 

With punctuated thrusts, he shoots his spend into you while biting down on Hana’s neck. She screams in pain but you feel how she clenches on your face. He groans into the wound, pulling her close to his chest while his biceps encircle her. 

He holds her there for a moment as  his member pulses inside of you. When it finally stills he releases her and grabs her by the hair. 

“Clean it up” he threatens, pulling out of you and dragging her body sideways.

Immediately the girl hops off of you and shuffles over to lay between your legs. Arms circling around your thighs, she points her tongue and slurps Kisame’s cum from your gaping hole. He spanks her as he praises his pet for being a good girl. With each strike of his hand, Hana yelps but keeps going. 

“Keep drinking my pet. Every last drop.”

She pushes her face into you, stretching her tongue to reach as far into your hole as possible. You had to admit it felt good, especially after everything your poor walls have been through in the past two days. Tobi’s tongue did this to you just a few hours ago to provide relief from last night and now your fellow concubine is returning the favor. 

The slapping sounds combined with squeals of pain continue to ring through the air as you grind into Hana’s face the way she ground into yours. The erotic scene before him was starting to make  Kisame hard all over again. With lidded eyes, you catch how his biceps bulge as he begins to stroke himself, watching your sister explore your hole with her tongue like it were a five course meal. 

His length is once more at full mast and he lines it up with her center, plunging its entirety into her again. The way she groans into you has you gush onto her chin. Her eyes look up at you with a burning lust and it’s confirmed, something about his degradation has her hooked. 

Pounding into her squelching walls like a jackhammer, her neck and shoulders begin to smear blood onto your inner thighs with each collision of her body into yours. His teeth wreaked havoc on her and she loves it. Maybe she doesn’t hate her new role after all, maybe she finds it exciting. The sex is one thousand times better with hot ninja than with old rich men, but the way they use you makes you feel like you’re made of paper.

Hana’s arms hug your legs even tighter as she tries to steady herself when suddenly, a booming voice bellows from the doorway. 

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!?!?!?!”

Masterlist

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 7

[detectivestucks]

are we getting obitos ending for jealous hokage🧎‍♀️‍➡️

Lmao, you are! I swear I’m not lying 😅 I’ve been writing it on and off for months between projects. It’s actually fourth on my tumblr to-do list so it’s coming soon. I’m thinking of making it a Valentine’s Day post along with the Jealous Hokage masterlist.

[detectivestucks]

Oh my GODS!! This fan art is 🥵 Thank you @akirasukuna for bringing my image to life. Now excuse me, I need to grab a drink of milk.

Leather Daddy

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Obito x F!Reader (Modern AU)

Summary: You help your friend/neighbor organize his closet when you discover something you shouldn't have. Things quickly escalate after a friendly bet that leaves you handcuffed underneath him.

Warnings: NSFW, drinking, gambling, handcuffs, oral, unprotected sex

Word Count: 4.3k

Side Notes:

Update: Custom fanart is here! Thank you @akirasukuna

Yes, I know I just used "Kitten" in my last Obito story but I'm not sorry. Kinky Obito, calls you Kitten and that's fact.

You shove your keys into your deadbolt, happy to finally be home after a stressful work week. You hear your neighbor’s door open and his head pops out.

“You’re still coming over later to help, right?”

You roll your eyes, “Yes Obi, I’ll be over to help. I just need to quick shower and grab a bite to eat.”

Your next-door neighbor for the past year is this kinda hot, rugged guy with definite golden retriever energy. He always has some kind of excuse to hang out with you which you don’t mind cause you secretly enjoy his attention.

He isn’t your typical attractive guy. He has intense scars over the right side of his body, without which, you don’t think you’d really have given him a second glance. It's almost as if he knows his scars make him hot, cause he is always showing them off. Constantly shirtless and cocky as hell. He also has this deep gravelly voice that you can't get over. 

Still, he isn't really your type. You tend to go for emotionally unavailable pretty boys with trust funds and a skincare routine. That said, there was just something about Obito that makes you crave his attention. You don't want to date him, but you also don't particularly care when he has girls over. Usually, you jumped from relationship to relationship but you find yourself uncharacteristically single ever since you moved to the building a year ago. 

Obito happily hangs out with you when you are bored, which is frequently, and he never seems to care how late you want to stay up. He has become your closest friend since moving in and you quickly got used to spending most of your evenings together. 

Sometimes he doesn't get home till really late, meaning you can't hang out. You assume he must be coming home from some girl’s house. You can hear him through the walls of your bedroom, always putting things away before collapsing on the bed with a big sigh.

Earlier this week he asked if you would help him clean out his closet Friday night and you promised you would. It’s not like you weren’t gonna hang out with him anyway. So, after a quick shower and heating your meal prep in the microwave, you head over to his place, fork in hand.

“Mmmm that smells amazing. What is that?”

“It’s a high protein, three cheese, Cajun chicken pasta. Here.” you say, handing over your dish. Standing up, you quick run next door to grab another. Then, after letting yourself back into his apartment, you walk over to the microwave to heat up the second meal for yourself while Obito tears into the one you gave him.

“You’ve got to share your meal prep recipes with me.”

“Why don’t you just come over on Sundays and we can prep together?”

“I’m down” he says with a full mouth causing you to smile.

You finish your food and rinse your containers in his sink, leaving them in the kitchen as you clap your hands together offering to get started on his closet. You venture into what feels like the Amazon. There is so much stuff littering the floor of his closet it begs the question,

“Obito, how long have you lived here?”

“About 5 years.”

Your eyebrows raise all the way up to your hairline as you scan the swarm of clothing and general junk. He seemed so clean and organized. The rest of his house is relatively tidy and it always smells nice. However, apparently, his version of tidying up is to throw everything behind the closet door.

“Well at least you know I’m comfortable around you. It’s not like I’d show my skeletons to just anyone.” he jokes. You can't help but laugh.

 “Alright, let's empty it out and sort everything into piles.”

It takes about two hours to see the floor but once you are done there is 4 large black trash bags filled with ruined clothes, trash, old knick-knacks, and most concerningly, a large wad of old bills, including two speeding tickets, that you are sure haven't been paid.

When you went back into the walk-in closet you begin sorting through his clothes and putting away the ones that are left on the floor but still clean. You open a small dresser drawer meaning to put away a pair of socks when you see something you shouldn’t. 

Obito quickly reaches over and slams the drawer shut. He looks up at you feeling guilty about the startled look on your face. 

“Obito, what was that?”

“It’s nothing.” He says, trying to play cool but panic obviously in his face.

“Obito, what’s going on? What happened to letting me ‘see your skeletons’?”

“Geez, can’t there be a little bit of mystery between us?” he says shifting his weight so that he’s leaning against the front of the drawer.

You know why he was embarrassed. You only caught a glimpse but you definitely saw leather and studs. You aren't sure what kinky shit he got up to with these one-night stands but like hell you aren't gonna give him shit for it.

“Obito, let me see!” you squeal, lunging around him, trying to open the drawer. Obito grabs your wrists struggling to keep you at bay without his brute strength actually hurting you. He is caught between feeling immensely aroused by the play fighting and deeply embarrassed that you saw what was in the drawer. 

“What’s in the drawer Obi?! What’s so embarrassing that you won’t let me see?!” You taunt. 

“Don’t worry about it.” He says as he fends you off. 

You feel your abdominals tighten as his strong fingers grip your delicate bone. For a second the both of you pause, feeling a heat between you that isn't normally there. Your face becomes serious for a moment and you stare into his soft brown eyes. 

“Obi…” 

“Y/N…”

“I saw.” You say, your lips curling into a crooked smile 

Obito flushes deeply. 

“Fine you caught me”

“What do you mean?” You say dramatically with a small giggle. 

“I…I strip.”

“Shut up!” You exclaim with a small shove to his shoulder. “How have you not told me?!”

“Cause it’s embarrassing”

“And hot!”

Seeing an opportunity, he looks up at you smiling. “Care to make a wager then?”

“What do you have in mind?” 

“If I win, you wear these.” He says pulling out a pair of handcuffs from the drawer behind him.

“Okay,” you say reaching into the same drawer “then if I win you wear these” you grabbed the leather pants and shoved them into his chest. 

“What’s the field of battle?”

“Beer pong?”

“You’re on.” he says with a greedy smile. 

The closet now long forgotten, the two of you childishly run to his living room to set up a game of beer pong. 

Scarlet cups lined up along each end of the table, you both opt for drinks a little stronger than beer knowing the stakes of the game. 

The two of you down a couple shots of cinnamon whisky in his kitchen before rushing back to the table to get started. 

You drunkenly taunt each other,

“I’m gonna see that tight ass in leather, Uchiha!”

“Not before I have you cuffed to my bed, Kitten.”

You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of arousal at his threat. 

“Kitten?” you repeat with a raised brow

He looks at you and winks. A blush covers your face and he notices. 

The game starts strong, both of you repeatedly sinking the ball into your respective cups forcing the other to guzzle hard liquor. You both chuckle as you eye the other up and down. 

He is your neighbor, your friend. Sure the two of you are flirty with each other but, you are a long way from being tied up in his bed. However, the liquor helped you notice just how cute he really is. His playful demeanor, his towering height, his large hands. You start to bite your lip while the realization sinks in. You actually have feelings for this man.

He requests a re-rack of the cups in front of you. He makes his first shot, leaving only 2 cups left. As he tosses the ball he makes the mistake of getting cocky and bouncing it off the table, thinking you are too inebriated to snatch it mid-air as it heads for the rim. But that would prove to be a lethal mistake.

The smug smile of triumph on your face when you catch the ball and watch his brows furrow, is devilishly cute. You take that very ball and throw it in your cup, leaving only one remaining in front of him. The next round he is determined. He sinks his first shot. One cup left. 

With impeccable aim he throws the ball straight into the last cup in front of you but you are quick and as it swirled around the plastic interior you blow it out. 

“No way” he groans in disbelief. 

Just one more cup and victory will be yours. With a deep breath, you narrow your eyes on the lone solo cup before him. Then with a precision that brought you back to college, you flick your wrist as the ball rolled off your fingertips and landed in the final cup. 

“YEEEESSS!”

“FUCK!”

“Pony up Uchiha!” You say moving close and shoving him backwards to his room. 

“Fine, fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He growls in your ear as he disappears behind his bedroom door. Always so cocky and confident. 

You walk around the table collecting the cups, smiling wide as you bask in your victory. After a few minutes, he opens the door, striding out wearing his entire stripper get-up.

Your jaw falls open. Shiny tight black leather pants barely stretch over his bulge and a leather harness lay snug around his rippled chest. You felt your panties melt as you saw him. The way his scars are complemented by the smooth leather, his chiseled abs, his messy hair, and that cloying smirk, gods it is the most erotic sight you could have ever dreamed. His studded fingerless leather gloves, accenting the metal details on the harness against his pecs, makes you wonder what it feel like to be touched by him. 

He struts up to you, grabbing you by the base of the head. He leans down and whispers in your ear, “I believe you’re wearing too many clothes, miss”

You know he's trying to be funny, but funny left the building the moment you saw him open his bedroom door. You reach out your hand to feel his abdominals. Hand shaking and controlled by lust. He smiles and pushes himself against you, grabbing your hips and rolling them against him. You lose your breath, overrun by desire.

“I said you have too many clothes on Kitten”

Drooling, you dumbly nod. You step backwards making intense eye contact with his chest and crotch. You are hypnotized while you silently drop your pants and discard your shirt.

“That’s more like it.” He smiles coyly. He may have lost the bet but it sure felt like he is winning the war based on your reaction.

Fuck, how did I fall victim to my own bet? No time to think about that now. 

You lunge upwards, wrapping your arms around his neck, locking his soft lips into a kiss. You kiss him with a hunger unbeknownst to you. In the heat of the moment he begins lifting you off the ground. Everything he has wanted for the last year is in his reach. Who knew all it would take is his silly stripper uniform. 

“Up” he commanded.

You leap off your tippy toes and wrap your legs around him. letting him carry you to the bed. The handcuffs are waiting on top of the sheets as if he had been planning this from the start. He closes one loop around your wrist before threading it through the bars of the headboard. You obediently offer your other wrist for him to capture in the other metal cuff. Lips parted, unable to tear your eyes away from him. He straddles your chest. Your breathing is shallow as your mind struggles to keep up with reality. 

You’re seriously about to fuck your neighbor. You’re in Obito’s bed, handcuffed to the headboard. Shit. 

“Open”

Your already open mouth stretched wider and you stuck out your tongue. He unzipped the teeth of his pants allowing his member to fall out and slap your face. It's heavy and gives you a good smack under its weight. He leans back and slips it into your waiting mouth. You groan excitedly at his salty taste.

He thrusts in and out as you slobber all over him, spit dribbling down to your bare chest. His thighs, encased in leather, brush your nipples as he rocks back and forth. Your breathing becomes labored as your attraction increases. Rubbing your thighs together, trying to create friction, imagining the cock you are swallowing is instead stretching out your cunt. 

He looks down on you pitifully but with a surge of triumph. You want him, finally, his dream girl wants him back.

“You mess with the bull, expect to get the horns. Didn’t anyone teach you that Kitten?”

You look up at him with doe eyes and shake your head ‘no’, mouth full of cock. 

“Then let me teach you a lesson” he says with a sharp thrust that plunges his dick all the way down your throat.

You gag and try to cough but you’re pinned under his weight, having lost full control over the situation. A hungry smile spans Obito’s face as he thrusts in and out of your mouth, freely fucking your face, making him wonder why he didn’t just tell you about his side hustle sooner.

The most lewd noises come from your mouth as he repeatedly pushes himself down your esophagus. Your head tilts up, neck muscles straining against the intensity of his thrusts, you hate to admit that you are in heaven. A thin trail of tears leaked out of the corners of your eyes as you try to keep up with his basal desires.

Satisfied with your mouth, he pulls out allowing you to suck in all the air you had been deprived of while strings of spit trail down your mouth, pooling on your chest. Between the slobber and the tears, you looked like a pathetic mess and he loves it.

You swallow hard as he leans down over you. His length grazing your abdomen when he whispers into the shell of your ear, “I’m just getting started, Kitten.”

Goosebumps immediately erupt all over your body. Hovering over you, he lightly trails his gloved hand down from your cheek, over your barren chest, sliding down your ribs and waist, before gliding over to your heat where he inserts two fingers between your folds. 

You make a small whimper and look up at him softly. He smiles knowing you want to lean up and kiss him. He complies with your wish and leans down to push his lips into yours, sliding one hand under your head while the other feels your squishy walls suck in his fingers, tight and needy from your insatiable appetite.

Fireworks. That is the best way to describe it. A loud lustful booming fills your mind as you play with and nibble Obito’s bottom lip. You feel the burn of gunpowder with each touch of your skin. The desire you have for him is unmatched by anything you have ever experienced in your life. You wiggle in your restraints wanting to touch him the way he is touching you. You rut against his fingers as your slick coats the gloves, leaving residue around his third knuckle. 

You murmur his name, moaning for him in a way you never expected to. The coiling in your lower abdomen only feels a small amount of relief as he adds a third digit. The squelching sounds omitting from between your legs lay testament to the impact of his wardrobe. 

“Do you finger all the girls like this when you strip for them?”  

“They beg me to, but there’s only one pussy I wanted to feel.” He whispers in his sultry voice. He can feel you squeeze around him when he speaks.

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah” he breathes in your ear before nibbling the lobe. You feel your nipples stiffen and your legs squirm. He lays butterfly kisses on your neck and clavicle. Your breath stuttering. 

He moves down to your folds, gently nudging them with his tongue, almost asking for permission before diving in. Lifting up your legs he massages the skin between your rear and slit. It feels relieving after always being rubbed by the fabric of your thongs. 

Then he curls his tongue into the base of your entrance causing you to twitch slightly. You hear an unmistakable slurping sound and crane your head up. He looks at you with a twinkle in his eyes.

“What? You taste good and you have a lot of cum dripping out.” 

Amused you smile wide, rolling your eyes as you throw your head back into the pillow.

His tongue explores your entire labia and runs circles around your bundle of nerves. Whenever he wants your hips to buck, he latches his lips over your bud and sucks hard. When he wants your legs to spread, he points his tongue and shoves it between your folds, and when he wants you to shake, he slurps at your entrance, lapping up all the cum he helps you produce. His mouth plays you like an instrument.

You struggle against the cuffs. The pleasure making you tighten all the muscles in your core. All you want to do is run your fingers through his unkempt hair but the damned cuffs are stopping you. 

He gave a low chuckle into your warmth, laughing at your struggle. 

“It seems I got you where I want you, Kitten. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

He sucks your clit and pulls backwards allowing it to release with a small pop before licking a stripe along your entire sex. He crawls back up to your face to allow you to kiss and suck your juices off of his lips, chin, and cheeks.

“Now who’s your daddy?” he husks in your ear

“You are” you reply with desperation, lunging in for more of his talented mouth. 

“And what do you want your daddy to do?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Beg.”

“Fuck me Daddy. Ruin me. Do anything you want with me, just give me your cock.”

“Alright Kitten, I’ll give you what you want.”

He lowers himself and playfully lifts each of your legs up into position with a domineering smile on his face. He lines up his length, tickling your bud as he lubricates himself with your fluids before plunging in and making you groan from the massive intrusion. 

He begins stroking in and out of you. You salivate so much from the sensation that you start to drool. How have you not thought to do this sooner? This entire year you could have been getting dicked down this good on a near-daily basis. 

“Fuck daddy! Oh fuck!”

“That’s right, thank your daddy.” He coos as he continues stroking in and out of you. Your tight velvety walls enveloping everything he pushes into you. 

“Thank you daddy.” you cry

“You’re welcome, Kitten” he growls with increasingly harsh strokes.

He smacks your tit while he thrusts. His leather-clad thighs collide with your ass cheeks. You can't contain yourself. Saying his name like a mantra, you want to be the only one he touches this way. He better not expect to make you feel like this and still get to be with other girls. You are going to do everything in your power to own him when this is all said and done. 

Feeling the ridge of his tip drag against your plush insides has you groaning in a primal way. Your breasts rocking with each upward motion. Looking down on you, you are just as beautiful as ever. 

Each snap of his hips pulls at the metal around your wrists. Bruises form on your skin from the beating. It's worth it though. He begins to drill into you with rapid-fire thrusts that seem impossibly fast. It only can be done courtesy of his extremely muscular physique. The bout of speed has you shaking into an orgasm, legs twitching till your body goes limp. 

He kisses you, letting his tongue explore your cavern till you recover enough for him to flip you over. Arms twisted, cuffs tighter, he brings you to your knees and re-enters with the same brutality as before. He is taking you from behind like a feral animal. 

Hips ramming into hips, leather smacking onto the backs of your thighs, his rhythmic onslaught is merciless. You scream into his pillow certain your cervix is bruised. His balls swing into your swollen bud at a pace so quick it is reminiscent of your favorite pink vibrator. You can feel the tension in your stomach about to snap as his vigorous assault pummels into your tethered body.

You seize and convulse as another orgasm tears through you. Obito has to slow down. He doesn't want to bust just yet and your spasming cunt is threatening to milk him dry. He has waited a year for this moment and he isn’t sure it will ever happen again. 

No, he's going to get one more from you. 

He flips you back over as if you are weightless, and pushes your legs up to your ears. Your feet now by your wrists, he found himself wishing for a second set of handcuffs to restrain your ankles. A malevolent smile appears on his face. He can bend you in any shape he wants and your body will happily comply. It's his now. His to do with whatever he pleases. 

Sliding in and out, he isn’t railing into you anymore. There is more passion and tenderness despite the kinky angle. His abdominals do a crunch with every upward thrust. You watch him, mesmerized by each movement of his body. Your tongue wants to dance along his skin. You want to lick a stripe up his neck and wreak havoc in his mouth. 

He is perfection and you wonder how long you have felt this way about him. Certainly, it didn’t just begin tonight. There’s no way this feeling is new. A feeling so strong you tremble under his shadow, mewling and panting as you gaze up at him. Your body overly sensitive from multiple orgasms. Your clit has its own pulse; it's throbbing violently from the night’s activity. 

He can't help but stare at you. His eyes bore into you. You look up at him wondering what his scarred skin feels like under your fingertips. You wonder what you would look like in a photo together. You wonder what it is like to spend the night in his arms. As he drinks in the image of your face he can't help but wonder the same things. Almost as if your minds are somehow linked. 

He grunts, starting to feel close again. The intense and intimate eye contact makes you come undone. Your eyes screw shut, seeing stars, as you feel the tension in your belly snap yet again. You wrap your legs around Obito’s waist. Locking your ankles, you hold him inside of you while you roll hard on your last orgasm. Wrists once more straining against the metal cuffs.

When you are finished Obito chases his own orgasm. He's so close before you clamped down around him and now he is only a few strokes away from bursting. He quickly pulls out of you with a loud squelch.

Curses fly from Obito’s mouth as he came. He paints your belly white as a seemingly endless amount of seed shoots from his tip. Blissful moans mix with the curses falling from his lips as he strokes his shaft, ridding it of all its contents.

“Holy hell, Obi!”

“Shit that’s a lot. Sorry, I’ve been wanting to do this since the day you moved in.” He says as he scoops some up with his finger and sticks it in your mouth. You suck it off like a good girl, licking your lips when you’re done.

You exchanged smiles as he straddled you near your face, warm leather against your chest. You were close enough to lick his sensitive tip while he finally undid the handcuffs. 

“The day I moved in, huh?”

“The second I laid eyes on you.” he said, dismounting and looking somewhat serious.

“Do…do you mind if we do this more?” you say, rubbing your wrists, trying not to feel the embarrassment but needing to know the answer.

He responded with a cheeky grin. The tables had turned. It is no longer him pining after you. You are the one begging for him now. He reaches out and strokes your lips with his thumb. 

“I’d be down to do this more.”

“Do-” you close your eyes trying to muster the courage to say what you want. “Do you mind if you do this with me exclusively?”

“You mean like be your boyfriend or something?” He says with a mocking smile, sitting on the bed, leaning up against your body. 

You sit up so your face is right in front of his. “Yeah, like my boyfriend or something.” you pant, staring at his lips, feeling the lust creep up on you again.

“I guess I can do that.” 

He grabs your hair and pulls your head back, tilting your chin up to kiss you tenderly. You rake your fingers through his hair and pull him all the way back down on his bed. Demanding round two, rolling over so he was underneath you, ready to seal the deal.

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@decayedbong

[detectivestucks]

Arranged Husband Kakashi

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, death, kidnapping, implications of rough sex

Word Count: 2.5k

Arranged Husband Kakashi is arrogant as a child. He watches you from the sidelines, glowering at your weakness. Why don’t you get it? It’s so easy. You do your best but you’re just not good at things the way he is.

Arranged Husband Kakashi who is forced to give you private lessons by his father, Sakumo. The kind older man knows how difficult his talented son can be. Young Kakashi’s ambition can expose distasteful behavior. He bitterly complained about losing precious time training to teach you while Sakumo assured him that teaching ninjutsu helps one master it.

Arranged Husband Kakashi who realized his father was right as he saw his jutsu’s triple in strength over the next few months. He stopped complaining about teaching you and started coming to your house, begging you to come over. 

Arranged Husband Kakashi who was the prize of your academy class. His talent and good looks have turned you into a target and you find yourself on the receiving end of much bullying. One day at school a girl stole your lunch telling you that you’re too fat to need it anyways. You are actually quite small but that doesn’t stop you from believing her harsh words. You walk to the edge of the playground to sit by yourself as the other kids enjoy their meals. 

Arranged Husband Kakashi who is swarmed by his many admirers but still notices you by yourself. He gently pushes the other girls aside, ignoring their pleas and questions, walking towards you in a trance. He can’t stand to see your sadness as you are usually so happy. “Why are you crying?” he asks. You feel yourself shiver in embarrassment. “Because I’m fat and I can’t eat my lunch.” you sniffle. “Fat? Are you insane? You’re the smallest girl in our class. Who took your lunch?” With a shaky hand you point in her direction. Your bully immediately turns red as she hides the stolen lunch behind her back. Kakashi created a shadow clone to go grab it while he stayed by your side and comforted you.

Arranged Husband Kakashi who was a jerk to everyone but you. Even people he considered his friends he didn’t have time or patience for, but even when you were being a bit of an airhead, cause let’s face it, you are such a ditz, he has all the patience in the world. You are his priority even when training and it makes his father proud that you are turning out to be an excellent choice as a future bride. 

Arranged Husband Kakashi who loses his dad one night and it changes him. He misses school and the sight of his empty desk freaks you out. First chance you got, you snuck away and ran to his house to see what was wrong. When you see the police, your heart sinks to your stomach. From the door, a far-too-brave Kakashi stands, talking to the detective and accepting their business card as a covered body is carted off. Just as the Uchiha police force leave, you run to bang on the door. “Kakashi open up!” He ignores you and you panic. “Kakashi, please!” You know he’s hurting and you can’t be there for him if he shuts you out. Over the next month a darkness takes hold in his eyes but that doesn’t stop you from coddling him. You’re at his house all day, every day, cooking, cleaning, training, sometimes even sleeping so that he won’t be alone. 

“Do you think your parents will sell you to another family? Are we no longer engaged?” he asked sheepishly one night.

The two of you had become connected at the hip since that dark day and you knew something was eating at him. You just didn’t expect it to be this. “I- I don’t know. But I don’t think they’d have allowed me to stay here all this time if the engagement was off. Maybe your father already paid them for my hand.” It turned out you were right. Sakumo had paid your parents when you were born to marry his son. He was interested in how your family’s ice nature would pair with the white chakra he hoped he passed on to his son. That meant Kakashi isn’t going to lose you along with his father. He’s not alone and that thought saved him.

Arranged Husband Kakashi who didn’t get paired with you when you graduated from the academy. He got paired with your most likable rival, Rin. She always had a huge crush on Kakashi and she is so nice. You can’t stand her cause of it. What if things get dire on a mission and he saves her? What if he falls in love with her? Your heart hurt but one fact eased your worries. Obito was a part of their group and he loved Rin. He’d never let Kakashi get together with her. 

Arranged Husband Kakashi who lost Obito during their last mission. You held his hand at the funeral as he pressed his other against his new eye. Rin stands on his other side, beside herself with guilt and grief. She blames herself for his death. If she hadn’t gotten captured, he’d still be here. Your stomach churned, imagining how she feels but your fingers lace tighter with Kakashi’s. You aren’t about to let grief bring the two of them together. Kakashi is yours.

Arranged Husband Kakashi who loses Rin only a short time later. Her accidental murder absolutely wrecking him. You try to console him but he keeps pushing you away, afraid he’ll hurt you next. Your entire body quakes as you cry, begging him to let you into the house. “Please Kakashi, let me be here for you! You don’t have to be alone!” But still, he locks the door, telling you the marriage is off. 

Arranged Husband Kakashi who trails down a dark path over the next few years. Once he joins the Anbu he’s completely gone. The man he was is missing; only a talented shell of him remains behind. You see him every time he’s home, walking through the village. You call out to him but he ignores you. He knows you still love him and that’s why he can’t acknowledge your presence. He still loves you too and the best thing for you is to stay far, far away from where he can hurt you. Guy consoles you as your eyes mist up.

By this time, there are no more lines of girls crushing on him, only evil rumors of “Friend-Killer-Kakashi.” You hear the nasty whispers and explode on the shinobi who dare sully his name. “He’s thrice the ninja you’ll ever be and protects his comrades with everything he’s got! Say something again and I’ll freeze your dicks off!” Your unique ice style has been an incredible asset to the village and has promoted you to Jonin but in recent years, it has been more useful for threatening men who either disrespect your love, or try to make a move on you. “Oh come on princess, you’re not engaged anymore. Why not let me take you out for a test ride?”

Arranged Husband Kakashi who smiles to himself when he hears about your antics. You’re too good for someone like him. Talented and beautiful, yet fierce and strong. But not just strength of body, strength of heart. You have continued to defend him and stand by his side, even when he abandoned you long ago. He’s not sure what he ever did to earn such loyalty but he wishes you’d stop. You deserve better. He just wants you to move on.

Arranged Husband Kakashi who is shocked to walk into the Anbu locker room one day and find you half-naked, suiting up for a mission. At first his heart flutters but then a bolt of anger seethes through him. What are you doing here? You’re not built for these kinds of missions. You are too kind and too good to handle this job. “Leave.” he says as he passes you. “No!” you say, louder than you meant. “I’m not leaving. I earned this.”

“This isn’t the place for you. This job will eat you alive.”

“But this is the place for you?!” The mist in your eyes made them shine bright. You grab his wrist, your body still hardly covered. “You’re not a bad person, Kakashi! You’re good!”

“That’s captain to you.” he says with a jerk of his arm, tugging it out of your grip. You’re left standing there, crushed that he continues to be so cold to you. You love him, you always have and if you can’t pull him out of this, then there's no one who can.

Arranged Husband Kakashi who wishes you’d just leave the Anbu so he doesn’t have to run into you all of the time. Adulthood has done things to your figure that have branded its image to the back of his eyelids and it is all he sees when he closes his eyes at night. Why are you tormenting him like this? Constantly in a state of undress every time he enters the locker room. Just once could you be fully clothed? The way you look at him doesn’t help either. Your eyes widen when you look up at him. They scream out for him and he can’t help the way his body reacts to you every single time. His pants become uncomfortably tight and he’s always concealing his growing boner, which can be hard considering his size. All he wants is to corner you and finish tearing off what’s left of your uniform. He wants to feel how soft your skin is and he wants to know the squish of your chest and thighs. Sometimes his mind grows dizzy from imagining it. His groin throbs thinking about you and it’s made worse by knowing that technically, if he truly wanted to, he could have you.

Arranged Husband Kakashi who requires all the self control he can muster, not to selfishly bed you when he has these thoughts. Instead, he ignores you as best he can and keeps things professional. But one day, on a joint mission with two squads, things get out of hand with the Hidden Mist Anbu and you’re nearly captured. The soon-to-be dead man removed his mask when he saw you. His slimy tongue licking his lips as he greedily drank up your image. Kakashi could see the way your chest tightened uncomfortably as the man openly leered at you. Once the fighting commenced, sure enough, he came straight for you. He grabbed your hair and groped your rear before you fought him off. He only came back harder, pulling your back into his chest so he could grab your breasts and feel your center. He pushed his hardened member into your back and you strained violently to get away. Your struggle was met with a tranquilizing jutsu and once you were out he started to run off with your body. 

Arranged Husband Kakashi who hunted the man trying to take you away from him. He has never ran harder in his life. He isn't going to lose the only ray of sun he has left. You are his, not this bastard’s. When he catches up with the Mist shinobi the slaughter is brutal. He makes the man pay for all the thoughts he had about you. All the misdeeds he was sure to do to you once you were back at their village. His death marked the end of his sleeping jutsu and you woke to Kakashi’s blood-spattered body hovering over your fragile form. 

Arranged Husband Kakashi who lunges into a kiss as your eyes fully flutter open. Your heart leaps in your chest and you can barely understand it, but you don’t care or have time to think about it. He’s kissing you. He’s really kissing you. Your hands grasp at his uniform and pull him closer, causing him to fall onto your chest. “I love you” you confess, “but we have a mission to complete.”

“We’ll talk about his later," he promises.

Arranged Husband Kakashi who keeps glancing your way as you journey home. You catch how his eyes wander to you like a magnet. You’re extra aware of them as you change into civilian clothes and feel them bore into your back as he jogs up to you to walk you home. “How do you know where I live now?” you ask, surprised that he already knew the way.

“Just cause I pushed you away doesn’t mean I didn’t keep tabs on you.”

“You kept tabs on me?!”

“Didn’t you keep tabs on me?”

“Yeah, but- I-”

“What? You think you’re the only one in love?” You stop dead in your tracks right on the stairs, in the well, leading up to your apartment. “You love me?”

Arranged Husband Kakashi who kisses the back of your hand and smiles at your adorable disbelief. “Yes, I love you. I’ve always loved you.” You lunge for his mouth, needing to seal it with a searing kiss before he says anything else as stupid as he’s always loved you. The two of you stagger the rest of the way up the stairs and to your front door. Your bodies pushing up against the portal made it hard to unlock the handle but eventually, you got in and stumbled over to your bed. 

Arranged Husband Kakashi who isn’t nice about how he treats your body. Once the wolf comes out, it’s game over for you. Your skin is littered with bruises and bites. Your legs are still shaking from how hard he makes you cum, and your hair is a knotted wreck. His member aggressively fucked your throat to the point your voice is hoarse and your not-so-puckered rear isn’t much better. The man knows no restraint when it comes to fucking you. Years of pent-up need crashed into you for three hours and one hole wasn’t enough. He needed to take all of you. Mark you, consume you, devour you, till you can’t remember your own name. It is the most amazing afternoon of your life.

Arranged Husband Kakashi who sees your glazed-over expression and kisses your forehead tenderly before asking the question you never thought you’d hear, “Will you marry me?”

Arranged Husband Kakashi who holds his breath after the question only to be surprised by your fit of laughter. He can’t understand what about the situation is so funny but through your wheezing you manage to say, “I was always going to marry you, silly!”

“So is that a yes?”

“Yes!”

Arranged Husband Kakashi who holds you close on your wedding day, amazed that after all this time you still chose to marry him. Even after everything that’s happened, you’re standing here, grinning like you just won the lottery. Do you even realize how crazy you are? Through the day, as people come to congratulate you, he can’t help but pull you towards him with every interaction till you are squished into the side of his body. You are his, forever, and he is never pushing you away again.

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Kakashi as Your Brother's Best Friend

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Modern AU Kakashi x F!Reader

Summary: Kakashi is your brother's best friend. He's spent his entire life focused on his goals, always ignoring you, but thanks to tragedy, you became his focus.

Warnings: NSFW, car accident, fingering, rough sex, overstimulation

Word Count: 3.2 k

A/N: this started as a headcanon then I turned it into a oneshot. But it's fine...it'sfine, it'sfine.

Your brother’s best friend, Kakashi, didn’t notice you much growing up. He was focused on himself and his studies, always aiming to reach the same greatness as his father, Sakumo.

He was so cool compared to your goofy older brother. His nonchalant attitude, a cloud of mystery only piquing your interest all the more. 

You’re little heart yearned for him, quickly developing feelings and becoming your first crush. He was so amazing and your eyes turned to saucers each time you looked at him. It wasn't long after that your heart fell once you realized you were one of a long list of girls who also had the same feelings as you.

What was worse is that the other girls were at least in his grade while you are a year younger, sitting at only 14 months behind your brother, Obito.

Kakashi, with his well-earned arrogance, called you silly for rooting for your brother when he was obviously going to lose in all their games. He just couldn’t understand why you wouldn’t root for the winning competitor? He was kind of a jerk most of his childhood but that didn’t put a stop to the admiration blossoming in your chest.

Then one day, after years of disregard, he started talking to you. He came to your house after school and you answered the door. By this time you were teenagers. Kakashi and Obito had become seniors in high school and puberty had done right by him, making your feelings even more intense. His signature hair lifted and swooped to one side, his frame tall and slender, but still the bulk of his muscles showed through his clothing. In the quiet between you, he softly asked how you were, accepting your one-word answer before he went to find your brother.

You were stunned into silence with the simple question. It wasn’t like him to focus on others unless it was to help improve his life goals. A trait that made your brother the bane of Kakashi’s existence since Obito was always running behind and holding him back. What had changed for him to suddenly acknowledge your presence? 

The moment shouldn’t have had the impact it did but those lifelong feelings for him magnified everything.

Then the night of Obito’s car accident, Kakashi came rushing to the hospital. Obito laid there, his body crushed on one side and his mind in a coma. The sight of his best friend in this mangled state humbled him. It reminded him of how fragile life is. It caused him to face feelings he had shoved aside after Sakumo’s death. Feelings he wasn’t ready to face again.

He found you already at your brother’s bedside. Obito and you had lost your parents years ago; it was just the two of you. He can’t just leave you behind, not when you’re both so young. 

Your heart twists in your chest and your throat squeezes shut. You couldn’t greet Kakashi even if you wanted to. Your entire focus was on your brother; your body trembling with stress as your mind reels with uncertainty.

When Kakashi went to comfort you, it was the first time you tore your eyes off of your brother, only for the silver haired man to discover that the red had awoken in your irises. Your family’s unique trait was brought to life from the strain of possibly losing the last member of your family.

Kakashi pulled you into a life-giving hug. His strong arms encircling you in a way that said he will stay by your side as long as you need him. He wasn’t going to abandon you, not for a second. Though you had longed for some kind of physical touch from Kakashi most of your life, this wasn’t the way you had imagined it. Not like this. Why did it have to be like this?

He came to your house every day to help you cook and clean. He walked with you to the hospital and then home again, always making sure you were well fed and wanted for nothing.

The two of you became close during Obito’s hospitalization. Your feelings for him only intensified. You kept finding yourself looking at him, dying to tell him the truth. The confession on the tip of your tongue, but the strength to admit it could never be found.

Then when Obito awoke, it all came to an end. He stopped visiting as much, he stopped walking with you, and he nearly vanished from your life. It hurt so bad and you wondered what you did wrong. Amidst the relief you felt, there was also a gaping hole left in your life. Was Kakashi only there for you cause he missed your brother? Was he only by your side cause he needed comfort? What did you do for him to discard you? It ate away at you and once more you were left behind and shoved to the side.

What you didn’t know was that he had realized his feelings for you and became fearful of them. He had grown to love you in an overwhelming way and he knew you’d never view him as more than a brother so to protect himself he cast you aside. Despite how much he wanted to reach out and hold you, he wouldn’t allow it. The best thing for you both was to pretend it all never happened. You were just his best friend’s sister.

It wasn’t so easy for you though; you felt a soul crushing desire for him. He came over on weekends to see your brother but no longer acknowledged you. It was as if you were a mere apparition to him. Your lips would part as if to say something but only silence existed between you.

The silence continued through most of college, his mind focused on his studies. He was not going to allow you to distract him, no matter how adorable you were or sad and dejected you appeared when he trained his eyes forward on your brother instead of acknowledging your existence.

He focused on himself, which took more and more practice as your presence continued to haunt him. In desperation to distract him from you, he picked up a smut book one day and couldn’t put it down. The moving story line compelled him to turn page after page. Yet with each passing word the female protagonist morphed into your face. Soon he was unable to get you out of his head. Your image, tormenting him, occupying his mind, especially in the most intimate of moments. 

He began to lose his sanity, picturing you doing the depraved things described in his book. He wanted to reenact them so badly but he knew he never could. His feelings for you grew out of control and it crushed him. You’d never accept him, not after ghosting you for all these years. 

Then he came to your house to visit your brother one weekend. You answered the door, cheeks immediately blooming with a red tint and eyes suddenly downcast. For a moment he had hope. Hope that you were possibly blushing for him. But surely he was imagining things. There was no way you were displaying signs of interest when it came to him. He can’t allow himself to think like that and ignored you again, stepping inside and searching for Obito.

Part way through the visit he felt the need for a glass of water. He left his friend’s room to come to the kitchen only to bump into you. Your body went flying off of his muscular frame, ricocheting into the wall and bumping the back of your head. Before he knew what he was doing he was holding you, his hand cradling the back of your head. Your eyes flicked up to his and he could see your irises swirled with scarlet as you held eye contact with him. It has to be for him, right? It couldn’t be for anyone else, just him. Please let it be for him.

Feeling reckless, he lunged for the kiss. As your lips collided his body pulled you in close and stumbled against the very wall that just left you with a bruise on your disoriented head. Your mind played fireworks behind your closed eyes, the embers of which radiated down your limbs. The spark that had been lit so long ago, fanned into an all-out fire that consumed you both. Your soft lips moved against his as you kissed him back, returning the affection that swirled within you all those years.

He couldn’t stop his hands from wandering all over. A dam had broke and the flood waters crashed over him, moving his body on autopilot. There was no controlling himself. The way he pushed up against you, the way he grabbed your hips, the way his chest heaved. Your sweet taste and little sounds, it was ecstasy. He’d never get enough of this. 

In your spinning mind, clarity suddenly came to you and you pushed him off of you, afraid that he was only using you. Was he exploiting your childhood crush for a good time? The look in your eyes, was a blend of need and hurt. “I can’t do this” you whispered, crushing your own dreams to protect your heart.

“Please,” he begged, “I need you. I’m not whole without you.” Now that he’d gotten a taste of you he couldn’t let this go. His heart felt ready to explode and he couldn’t go back to how it was before. 

He had you dumbfounded. He needs you? Since when? You were utterly confused and as a result, were at a loss for words. “I-I don’t know what to say, Kakashi. How do I know this is real?” Just as he’s about to answer, your brother came looking for him, calling his name down the hallway. Kakahsi kissed the back of your hand before holding your palm against his cheek. “I’ll prove it to you. And when you’re ready, let me know.”

The man walked away, heart set on winning you over. He wasn’t afraid anymore, he would win your affection. You belonged together and he’d prove it to you.

Kakashi was persistent. He sent you ‘good morning’ texts every day, and wished you ‘goodnight’ every evening. He never missed a day over the next two months, even bringing you flowers to your job each Friday. He wasn’t going to be the guy he was in the past. He wanted to do this right but feared that he had done too much damage. However, those fears wouldn’t stop him. He’d prove his affection because the two of you were meant to be. Every fiber of his being told him so.

He came to your job to walk you home one evening when he found your coworker tracing your arm, the action making you nervous by the way your eyes kept darting down to his finger. The slime had a wide smile on his face while yours was serious. Anger and a sliver of jealousy propelled him forward as he invited himself into the office of your part-time employment. His hand heroically slid over the top of your hip, pulling you into his side where you fit like a glove. “Hey baby!” he gloated while staring daggers into the man who was just touching you.

He made your heart stutter as he touched you. Electricity buzzing from the pressure on your skin as his fingers dug into you, claiming you as his when you hadn’t even decided if you’re ready yet. He scared away your creepy coworker and turned toward you, full of questions. How long had he been bothering you? Had he touched you before? What did he say to you? The worry didn’t mask the jealousy one bit.

You went home with so much on your mind and later the next morning Kakashi received a text, a beacon of light, telling him that you believed him and wanted to give things a try. His heart pounded out of his chest, his body felt full of warmth and excitement. First thing’s first, he needed to ask for your brother’s permission. He finished all of his assignments, submitting them before making the trek to your home, to face his best friend. 

When he entered your home he made a beeline for your room, barging in and pulling you into a searing kiss. If your brother knew about this makeout session he’d flip. Kakashi’s arms wrapped around you and squeezed as he moved his mouth perfectly with yours. You felt yourself melting until you heard Obito in the hall. Kashi reluctantly let you go, ready to face the music.

Voice booming and fists flying, Kakashi was almost murdered when he informed Obito of his intentions. Obito was completely taken by surprise, having no idea that Kakashi even cared for you as a friend, let alone more. He swung on the Hatake, swearing the man is only looking for pussy cause of that damn book.

During the brawl Kakashi admitted he’s been in love with you for the past four years and has never touched another woman. It’s always been you. You were the only one he has ever wanted. He begged Obito to allow him the chance to let him show you how much he loved you and if you rejected him, he'd never bother you again. 

Obito finally released Kakashi from his chokehold, leaving him coughing and fixing his shirt as he composed himself. Anger still lingered in Obito’s red eyes, but he rigidly nodded his head and stepped away. With his hands shoved in his pockets, Obito let Kakashi walk back to your room where you were anxiously waiting by the door, heart pounding out of your chest, needing to know if they were both okay. 

Scratching the back of his head, Kakashi asked if you heard everything he said during their fight. You nodded yes in confirmation. His hand then dragged over his face, nervous about what you were thinking. Finally daring to look up, he saw your eyes water. The tears were an admission that you too have loved him for years. A flame of hope had lit in his chest as he asked “So then, will you do me the honor of joining me for a date this evening?” To which you respond with a resounding yes. 

He went out and created a magical and intimate date night for you. He had set up a tent in his backyard with a projector screen and twinkle lights, sherpa blankets and shag pillows scattered the mattress on the ground, and in the center laid a charcuterie board he’d spent an hour assembling. The two of you snuggled together, watching a movie and drinking mocktails, letting your bodies synchronize in the serenity of the moment. 

Just as the movie was ending you surprised him when you initiated a kiss. Not just any kiss either, one that knocked him off his center. You’re not normally so forward but you couldn’t stop this overwhelming desire that was eating away at your insides. You needed him more than you’ve ever needed anything in your entire existence. You rolled on top of him, swinging your leg over so that you were straddling him as he laid on his back. He could feel how you clenched through the fabric of your pants and you could feel how hard he was for you, the ridge of his manhood sat perfectly below your center. 

Kakashi wanted you with every cell but was afraid to mess it up. His body yearned for you in an unimaginable way. Breath trickled past his lips as he decided what to do. Should he cave and succumb to his carnal desires or should he take things slow? He thinks back to the hallway. How your eyes changed color because of your deep seeded feelings.

He decided he couldn’t restrain himself anymore. His hands explored your back, gliding down to your rear where his fingers sank into the fat. There was something possessive about the action. Something that made your heart stop. He rocked you back and forth, your heat grinding on him as you pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath, eyes locking on his, you memorized the depth that welled there. 

His grip made you feel desperate. Desperate to have him inside of you, so you began to tug up his shirt and trace the outline of his muscles, mapping out every inch of ivory skin. His own need overflowed and he grabbed you by your hair at the base of your skull, and flipped you on your back. The power-move knocked the wind out of you, not due to its roughness but due to the realization that he was as anxious for you as you were for him. His eyes screamed out how broken he’d been while pushing you away. How hard it’d been for him to deny you when you were all he dreamed about. You realized he’d been wanting you as badly as you’d been wanting him.

With nimble hands, he slid your pants off of your body, discarding them to a far corner of the tent before slipping his fingers into your folds. He buried his knuckles deep inside and made a scissoring motion to stretch you. He needed you to be prepped and ready to take him; he wanted this moment to be magical and pleasurable for you, just as it would be for him. He’s waited so long for this but you’ve waited longer. He lined himself up and thanks to the fluids dripping out of you, he had no issues slipping in. 

The silver haired mug left you gasping at the intrusion, your hands sprung to his shoulders and you gripped him with all your strength, as you found your back arching to meet his chest with your own. “That’s it baby, just like that.” he praised as he slowly began to stroke. “You’re doing so good for me.” You started to softly mewl with each glide, your body tightened around him, and milked him as he finally linked your fantasies to reality.

In a mounting pace, he steadily grew in intensity but you could tell he was still restraining himself. He didn’t want to break you even though everything in him was dying to ravage you. And while it’s all so perfect, you wanted know what he was capable of. 

Against your better judgement you whispered in his ear, “Don’t hold back. I can take it.” 

You weren’t sure if that was true but it wasn’t gonna stop you from finding out. What is it that they say about curiosity?

Unsure weather to believe you or not, Kakashi lifted a brow, but all it took was the widening of your orbs and the seductive bite of your lip to send him into overdrive. He started to lose himself inside your walls. Everything he’d felt for you over the past few years drove him forward, his arms encircled you as his hips snapped into your center. The punctuated thrusts shook your entire body and hit a pleasure point that had you grappling at him for support. 

He cooed in your ear, praising you for being such a good girl for him. You took him so well that he was ready to kick things up a notch. His hand found itself back in your hair, his other one grasped at your hip, leveraging you as he spun you onto your knees so fast your hands were already on the blanket before your mind registered your new position. You exclaimed in confusion when he shushed you and leaned his hand on the small of your back, pushing down while the hand in your tresses guided your head into the shag of the pillows.

He had your face buried in the plush surface, your drool soaked the fabric as you were absolutely rocked by how hard he took you. 

Skin slapping smacks resonated as his jewels tantalizingly pummeled against your clit, stimulating you and making you want to close your legs but it was impossible with how his weight pushed you deeper into the position.

Violently, he pulled back on your hair, lifting your face, while forcing a deep arch of your back. You felt your neck strain under the pressure, your moans coming out broken but your cavern’s grip around him tightened as the blood drained from your brain. 

He fucked you dumb on his dick, bending your legs into various positions to see how flexible you could be. He’d been dreaming of this moment and his good girl was going to get orgasm after orgasm for how long she’s waited for him. This beastly behavior was him marking his territory, because after this, just as before with that kiss, there was no turning back. He was absolutely enthralled with you and pleasuring you was his number one priority. 

Looking down, he admired your pretty little body, covered in bruises and drool, hair a wild mess, shaking legs sprawled and eyes glazed over. He wrecked you and though he came already he couldn’t stop. His fingers kept working your nub while his tongue sunk inside your gaping hole. The warmth soothed the abused area making you spasm as his fingers played with your swollen bud. You weren’t sure how much more you could handle, you felt drained from his toying. The mind-numbing pleasure from the man of your dreams was too much to process. “Kashi, please…” you whispered, “can’t take any m-m-more, a-ah-AH!” He pulled a final snap from your core before he let you rest.

Gazing at you as if you were made of gold, he was unsure how he’s going to keep his hands off of you in front of Obito cause now all he wanted to do was fuck you 24/7. Yes, fuck you, turn you into his personal sex doll and see those pouty lips quiver in euphoria at his hands. You were his obsession and he won’t be able to stop himself. “Baby, can we go another round? Please?”

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Dear DetectiveStrucks,

I hope this message finds you well. I wanted to take a moment to express my sincere admiration for the captivating stories you write about Kakashi and Obito. The depth of your characters and the emotional resonance you infuse into your narratives are truly remarkable. Each of your works carries a unique blend of poignancy and intensity, effortlessly drawing readers into the worlds you create.

Your ability to craft intricate plotlines and allow the story to flow so organically is a testament to your talent as a writer. I find the way you develop the relationships in your stories especially the ones about either kakashi or obito very compelling; there is an undeniable authenticity to the way their dynamics unfold, which makes their stories feel so genuine and relatable.

A dear friend of mine recommended your works, and I must say, I’m so grateful they did. Your writing has quickly become one of my favorites, and I’m always eager to see what you’ll create next. Thank you for sharing your incredible talent with the world, and for giving readers like me such a beautiful journey through your stories.

Oh my goodness, you’re going to make me cry. 😭

I was not expecting this response. I’m so happy to hear that my work is being shared and I hope when I publish my novel by 2026, you’ll read it. Thank you so much for your kind words. Truly, you are a beautiful soul. This is exactly what I mean when I say I adore my readers on this page. You are so supportive; always ready to make me laugh and cry and I love you for it.

Thank you 🙏

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Question for my readers:

Almost every day I'll see pairs of people like the same posts. Or I'll see pairs of people read the same story and start to follow me on the same day.

Do you ladies know each other and read my work together or are these just coincidences?

In my soul I hope you're out here sending my stories to each other like a smutty book club.

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Kakashi as Your Professor

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Warnings: coerced sexual acts, oral, facial, filming

A/N: Happy New Year everyone! I know I've been super into the Obito posts so here's a little love to my Kakashi girls. Have a great 2025! 💋

Word Count: 634

Professor Kakashi who comes to class every day wearing slacks and a button-up with the cuffs rolled to his elbow. The veins of his forearms on display as they thread through his bulging muscles.

Professor Kakashi who’s black mask perfectly disguises the lower half of his face in a way that makes you long to know what’s underneath.

Professor Kakashi who’s hand grazes yours as you hand in your midterm, your eyes locking with pupils dilated.

Professor Kakashi who double checked the name on your assignment with a smirk on his face, a plan forming in his head.

Professor Kakashi who botched your grade so that you’d be forced to come and reach out to him.

Professor Kakashi who showed up late to his own office hours in a sweaty gym tank top and grey sweatpants.

Professor Kakashi who warns you that you’ll have to put in extra work if you want to earn back your A.

Professor Kakashi who enjoys watching you twist in panic as you wait to hear what assignments you have to do to preserve your GPA.

Professor Kakashi who manipulates you into being alone with him 3 days a week for the next month.

Professor Kakashi who doesn’t miss the way your eyes linger over the bulge of his sweatpants when your one-on-one sessions take place after his gym time. 

Professor Kakashi who corners you on your way out of his office, locking the door behind your back before you can leave as he towers over you, your spine flush against the wooden portal.

Professor Kakashi who asks if you’re willing to do anything to earn back your A.

Professor Kakashi who’s lip tugs up as your eyes comprehend and your head nods ‘yes’

Professor Kakashi who tells you to get on your knees and remove his sweatpants with your teeth.

Professor Kakashi who chokes you with his length, the muscle pulsing between your lips as it bullies down the back of your throat.

Professor Kakashi who’s hands reach behind your head and twist in your hair, pushing you down on his manhood so that you can’t pull back for air. 

Professor Kakashi who won’t wait any longer to feel you wrap around him. He flings you onto the desk, your short skirt flying up and exposing your white lacy thong.

Professor Kakashi who rips the thin undergarment in his haste to taste you, lapping up your arousal like a dog before sinking his fingers into your weeping slit to feel how you restrict around him.

Professor Kakashi who’s engulfed with desire and ignores how you squirm with overstimulation, instead, shoving his entire length into your heat without giving you any time to adjust to his size at all.

Professor Kakashi who rams into you with dizzying brutality as his pent-up sexual aggression seeks release in your silky walls.

Professor Kakashi who watches your eyes cross as he fucks you dumb on his desk, wondering how many more times he can trick you into doing this with him.

Professor Kakashi who pulls out and cums all over your face, promising you’ll earn extra points if you wear it all the way back to your dorm. Demanding that you text him proof that you made it home before washing it off.

Professor Kakashi who secretly taped your office sessions and promises to delete them if you agree to continue doing everything he says. Using the tape as blackmail because the semester is over and he can no longer hold your grade over your head.

Professor Kakashi who wreaks havoc on your body just because he can, building his library of dirty videos to keep you under his thumb as his personal playboy bunny.

Professor Kakashi who wears a wicked grin when he sees your name on his class roster for next semester, chuckling to himself, “time to pay up little pornstar.”

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