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Kakashi as your Divorce Lawyer

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Modern AU Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: Divorce lawyer Kakashi is astonished by the gorgeous driven woman who enters his office one day and slowly spirals till she's divorced and he can finally take his turn in claiming her

Warnings: NSFW but pretty tame for my page

Word Count. 3.6k

Author's Note: This is an old request from @decayedbong. Some parts of this are loosely based on my actual divorce. I'll let you guess which ones.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who was in his office one day when he heard a faint knock and a little “hmm hmm.” Ignoring you, he looks to the window of his office to see if his assistant is at her desk. With dejection at her absence, he shifts his gaze to you only to find his pupils dilating with hunger. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, whose gaze rakes over your figure standing tall in sleek business attire. Your shirt, a royal blue satin tee with sleeves just above the elbow and a cowl neckline. Your bottoms, a pair of black leather dress slacks, high-waisted with the shirt tucked in, fitted around your plump backside and tapered out from your thighs to your ankles. To complete the alluring look, your hair is gathered in a loose bun high on your head, and pointed black leather kitten heels adorn your feet, keeping you petite but elegant all the same.  

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who, after a moment of staring, realizes you’re blushing and looking off to the side, unaccustomed to the attention of a man as high status as himself. Quickly, he closes his mouth, which fell agape, and clears his throat, bringing your eyes back to him. After motioning for you to sit down in front of him, you gladly sit in the cushioned chair, nervous in spite of your powerhouse clothes.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who wonders how big of an idiot your husband must be to screw up a relationship with someone like you. Once you begin to explain your situation, his mind goes from wonder to anger. The idiot in question is an unemployed man-child who treats you with disrespect and makes you pay all the bills on top of all the household responsibilities. When you begin to cry, realizing how far gone the relationship’s gotten, you feel ashamed that you put yourself in your current situation. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who reaches across the desk and takes your hand. “Hey, don’t beat yourself up. I see this every day; you just bet on the wrong horse is all.” Gulping back your tears, you nod your head. The remaining droplets that line your lower lash accentuate the depth of your eyes. Kakashi finds himself getting lost in them before he blinks back to reality and proclaims. “I’ll take the case.”

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, spends the rest of the day thinking about you. You’re sweet and small, but something about you seems big. Kakashi gets the sense that you are actually some corporate hotshot who has climbed the ladder and is only a few promotions away from her goals. He fantasizes about breaking you in, but deep down, he’s certain at home you trade your blazer for an apron and he wants that more than anything. His logic knows that behind closed doors you become the perfect meek little housewife of a man’s dreams, and though he wants it, after hearing your story today, he wants to show you what it’s like to be taken care of for a change.  

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who follows up with you a few days later, asking for an evaluation of your assets and ready to draft an initial copy of your divorce agreement. You hesitate to answer, embarrassed that you don’t have time for an office visit. Eventually, you gather the courage to tell him you won’t be able to because of work, but instead, he offers to meet you wherever you are.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who, upon his arrival in your office, seems to cause quite a stir. Many women gawk at him as he trails through the building, winding around till he finds your cubicle. You stand to greet him, shaking his hand and pulling out the spare chair in your surprisingly spacious section of the bull pen. Today, you’re wearing a low-cut wrap dress with stilettos and a blazer. You sport the same loose bun at the crown of your head, and your diamond earrings lay hidden amongst the face-framing strands of hair. 

After properly assessing you, Kakashi’s eyes glance around the cubicle, noting your Bachelor's degree and two empty frames next to it. “What are those for?” He asks.

“Oh, it’s a bit silly but those are for the degrees I’m working on now. I have the empty frames as motivation.” 

Kakashi lifts his brow. “Degrees? As in plural?”

“Yes, I’m double majoring right now. I want to move up, so I’m going to school while I work.”

“You mean on top of everything you told me the other day, you’re also going to school to complete two master’s degrees.”

Your polite nod wins over Kakashi’s heart. The humility in your admission, coupled with how normal you make it seem, are precious to him. He wants to defend you now more than before. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who shows you how to evaluate your assets and walks you through the alimony process. Though you have been supporting your spouse for five years, since being unemployed was his choice and not something your marriage necessitated, he did not have grounds to claim any continuing financial support. This is further solidified by the fact that the reason you lived in your current city was to move for a career opportunity for him, which he then quit after two days. A fact that dropped Kakashi's jaw.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who showed you how unwise your husbands attempts at your finances are and promises the defense will be easy.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who is interrupted every few minutes by staff members looking for your help. He’s quick to realize you’ve turned yourself into a valuable asset for your company, watching in awe as you show your peers and even upper-level managers how to find loopholes that aid customers and advocate for the firm’s clientele. From what he can see, you’re not just good at what you do, you’re great. Astonishing and beautiful, you’re husband truly has no clue what he messed up. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who has a hard time thinking about anything other than you. Determined to see you more, he makes up lame excuses to further consult with you in person, claiming he needs to see the house to get it valuated, asking to meet for coffee so you can sign various addendums that don’t even apply to your case, and doing ‘wellness checks’ to document emotional distress caused by the negligent behavior of your soon-to-be ex. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who is so sweet to you. He texts you each night to make sure you’re okay now that your ex has finally moved out. He makes himself busy, installing security cameras at your doors, dropping off take-out when he knows you have school projects, and over all being there for you. You tell him you don’t know how you’ll pay him back for all these billable hours, but he assures you not to worry about it. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who grows protective of you leading up to the day of your court hearing. He comes to the courthouse with a coffee and a smile, reassuring you that today will go smoothly. You welcome both, feeling nervous. “Why did you dress down?” He inquires, noticing your simple khaki slacks with pointed flats and a cream body suit to match.

“I didn’t want him to think I dressed to impress him. I’m just here to get this over with. That’s all.”

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, looks at you with adoration. You are too precious to let down. He swears he’s going to give you what you deserve, in the courtroom and in the bedroom. You just don’t know it yet.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi,  who catches your worried face. As you enter the courtroom, you notice your husband hasn’t arrived yet. Your pupils dilate, wondering if he is going to show, and if not, does this mean he’s going to drag out the divorce process? Your mind reels but he’s probably just running late like he always is. 

Then, from the hall of the usually silent building, you hear loud yelling and recognize the shouts of your mother-in-law. You wince in embarrassment, knowing this isn’t the time and place for their constant crescendo. Based on the faces of the officers of the court, they find the acoustic entry to be distasteful, too. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who chuckles and leans in to whisper, “Did he really bring his mommy?” into your ear, forcing you to hide a giggle. As Kakashi straightens up, his mismatched eyes catch those of your husband’s. He assesses the man, searching for any redeeming quality that would justify your marriage to him. Scrutinizing over every detail, he gloats. He’s going to enjoy dismantling your ex’s arguments and afterwards, he’s going to enjoy claiming you as his own.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who argues on your behalf and wipes the floor with your now ex-husband. Everything that you earned stays with you and not a penny will fall into your ex’s hands. When the final agreement is signed, you hug your silver-haired superhero while he smirks in your ex’s direction. Your now ex-mother-in-law glares at the pair of you while you leave the room with Kakashi’s hand casually on your hip, protecting you from the dangerous look in her eyes. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who calls your name, giving you pause as you turn your head to gaze up at him, “Yes?”

“I’d like to take you out for dinner this evening.”

“Oh I can’t accept that, you’ve done so much for me already.”

“I insist.”

Realization strikes you, your lips parting as you ask the question, “Kakashi, are you asking me on a date?”

“Yes.”

You stammer, amazed that someone like him would be interested in someone like you. “Are you sure you’re asking the right girl?”

Kakashi laughs and pulls you close, one arm encircling your waist, right outside the courtroom and in front of your now ex husband who’s watching the pair of you in horror. 

“Maybe you’re not as smart as I thought.” he jests, bringing his face dangerously close to yours. 

“I most definitely am not.” you quip back.

“Well I don’t care. You’re perfect and I want to wine and dine you till you’re mine.”

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, whose eyes you gaze up into with pupils blown wide. You can fully feel the heat of your ex’s stare as you gather your wits to agree to be courted like a proper lady by the most gorgeous and successful man you’ve ever met. The ‘yes’ barely makes it past your lips before he’s kissing you with every drop of passion he’s been holding at bay these past two months. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who you gently pull away from, not wanting to provoke a scene in public. “Please Kakashi, let’s save the celebration for later.”

“I knew she was a whore.” your former mother in law yells. You already know how she told your neighbors all sorts of insane things, making them uncomfortable and causing them to ‘warn you’ about her, but you never really cared what she thought. You always had a poor relationship with your ex’s family anyway. What’s one more word of hate?

But this…this thing with Kakashi feels different. It feels meaningful and real. You don’t know where it’s going but you want to find out. If that makes you a whore, so be it. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who whisks you away and walks you to your car, instructing you on the dress code of the restaurant for the evening. He loves seeing you all dolled up so he intentionally is taking you to a place designed for people in a whole other tax bracket. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who impresses you with your dining arrangements. He provides you with meaningful conversation, lets you choose your own meal, and is polite to the wait staff. He checks all the boxes and then checks some more when his goofy side begins to shine. Subtle jokes and sarcasm lay hidden as he speaks. He talks about the kids he helps at the Boys and Girls Club and you feel your heart is set ablaze. You want him. Not just for a night but for a future. You were robbed of a marriage, a family, and a future by your ex-husband's childish behavior, but with Kakashi, he’s a man. A man who can provide you with a real marriage, a family, and a future.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who watches you poke your food as your mind reels. He reaches out to cover your hand with his, stopping your thoughts and bringing your attention to his soft features. “What is it?”

“I-” you look down and swallow, “I just got out of a serious relationship. Before I enter another one, I need to know, are you looking for a future with me or is this just for fun?”

“Can it be both? I hear serious relationships are very boring. I’d rather enjoy being around my future wife.”

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who you look at with stunned eyes. “You really feel that way?”

“Since the day I met you. I can’t believe how hard your ex fumbled you. If you will be mine, I’ll treat you like gold the rest of our lives." he proclaims. "Every day I see men mess up relationships. I watch as their tired and broken wives explain their life stories to me. I know what women want is someone who cares about the chores, the children, the mental load, and treats them with general kindness. Those are the things I want to do for you.” 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, has you speechless. You stare at him, expression adorably blank and reminiscent of a deer caught in headlights.

“So will you let me try to be those things for you?”

Slowly, you nod, accepting his offer. “Yes, I’ll let you try.”

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who orders food for delivery and pays for the bill immediately. 

“What are you doing?”

“Not wasting a second. We can eat after.”

“After?! After what?”

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who drops $200 on the table, instructing the waiter to keep the change before he grabs you by the waist and escorts you out of the restaurant hurriedly. He guides you to a high-end car and moves to open the door but first pushes you up against it, kissing you like you are a popsicle that could melt away from him at any second. His teeth nip at your lips, biting them and pulling them, turning them red. Then he lunges back in, sweeping his tongue past your teeth and into your cavern, allowing it to dance with yours. 

His hands covetously grab each side of your face and pull you into him, pinning you in place between the car and his body. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who grinds into you in the parking lot of the most expensive restaurant in town. He’s barely able to contain himself, debating hiking up your skirt and claiming you right here in public or giving you the dignity of taking you home first. He decides on the gentlemanly thing even though the dog in him is screaming in protest.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who whispers between kisses, asking permission to take you back to his place. “Of course.” you breathe, wondering why the question needed to be asked but happy that he cared. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who grips your hand as he speeds home, occasionally guiding it over to his bulge, using your hand to palm himself. Your body tenses up every time you feel the hardness that lies beneath, still in awe that this is truly happening.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who pulls into his garage and jogs around to your side of the car, opening the door and pulling you up into his arms. He kisses you tenderly, meaning to guide you into his home, but your little moans drive him haywire with lust. “Can’t- control myself- around- you.” he grunts out between kisses while his hands wander around your silhouette. 

Your delicate voice rings out in agreement, letting your hands slip down to his pants to tug open the buttons. His hands slide to your behind, circling and massaging the tissue.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who goes feral at the sounds of your arousal. He bucks up into you as you tug down his slacks and let his hands glide to the bottom of your skirt, tugging up the hem to run his fingers along the seam of your drenched center.

“I knew you’d be wet f’me” his lust-drunk voice chimes, slipping your thong to the side and sinking a finger into your warmth. 

You immediately gasp, clenching around the singular digit while he works to wet your entire entrance, lubing you up for the aching appendage waiting to dive into your drooling hole. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, whose fingers jut in and out, making you squirm as your hand tugs along his length, anxious to have him the way he intends to have you. 

He kicks off his pants, leaving them behind when he grabs the backs of your thighs and wraps them around his waist, pinning his rod between your heat and his abdomen. Folds thirsting to have it penetrating rather than resting, you clench, pulsing against what you want most. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who groans into your mouth as he carries you inside the home, intending to take you upstairs, but the temptation is too strong, and instead, he lays you on the kitchen island. 

“Sorry baby, I can’t wait any longer.” He whispers into your hair before rubbing his shaft against your center and slipping in. 

You’re drenched, something you haven’t experienced in five years. But with Kakashi, he pulls out every drop of desire that’s been waiting to come alive since you made the decision to divorce.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who begins to thrust into you, shifting your body back and forth on the cool granite countertop. Every nerve ending is extra sensitive, fully aware of the pleasure rocking you both. Your breathing turns to pants quickly, your climax hitting you far too soon, but it’s been so long since you’ve done this, let alone enjoyed this, that the smallest amount of intimacy has you reeling.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who fucks you through your first of many orgasms that night, bending you in several new positions, and experimenting with you in the kitchen, on the couch, on the stairs and eventually in the bed. You find yourself a sweaty mess by the time he’s almost finished with you, but you keep going anyway, determined for this experience to never end.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who sees your strength is waning, so he decides to play a little harder. He bends you back over onto your knees and aggressively pumps into you. Crying out in pleasure, he grabs your elbows, pulling back till your spine bows into a sinful arch, deepening his reach. You feel overwhelmed and exhausted, too tired to take any control. With another spasm around his solid member, he pushes your head down into the mattress and continues his bruising pace. Your insides twist in agonizing pleasure, and your hoarse voice husks out one last scream before his balls tighten with the front of his thighs clench. He flips you onto your back to empty his seed on your belly, grunting as he does. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who grabs a towel and wipes off your skin before heating up the shower so both of you can rinse off with masculine, sudsy body wash. He looks so brilliant with wet, rippling muscles, coated in bubbles. You fall into his chest, still trying to realize this is reality. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who quickly rinses off hearing a ring at the door and returns to the bathroom with a takeout bag filled with the food you should’ve eaten at the restaurant. You rinse yourself too and twist your hair into a clip, covering your body in one of his baggy shirts. Both of you pad to the kitchen, grabbing plates and forks to dine on some of the most delicious food you’ve ever tasted. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who pledges to treat you this way every day as long as you’ll have him, waiting anxiously for you to finally grace him with his favorite three letter word…”yes”

Masterlist

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I think it would be really cool to have a dom reader and a whiny sub Obito... like holding Obito while the reader rides or something like that so that in the end Obito ends up feeling a little bad and becomes a hot dom -

It took me a minute to find the right inspo for this one but it came to me this week! I hope you don't mind that I turned it into a Tobi story but once I got this idea in my head I had to write it that way.

Enjoy!

Whimpers to Commands

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Whimpers to Commands

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Tobi x F!Reader

Summery: Your brother, Deidara, blew up your home and left you with nowhere to go. You force him to let you tag along with him and Tobi where you have a high time teasing the latter. After he has enough, you move on to other pray when, in a stroke of jealousy, Tobi changes his mind.

Warnings: NSFW, Oral male receiving, Spanking, Mild degradation, Nipple play, Unprotected penetration

Word Count: 6.6k

Art Credit: @scottish_fold12 on X

Anon Ask

“Ugh, why are you even here?”

“Cause you bombed our village like an impulsive idiot and killed our family. The least you can do is take in your little sister.” Deidara shoots you a glare. “What? You don’t like it, then go back in time and try not to be so stupid.”

Your crazy older brother Deidara was always eccentric. Always obsessing over is art and becoming dangerously powerful considering his easy mood swings. Your parents were terrified of him when his attitude turned sour. Their shinobi skills were strong but not the way you and your brother’s are. 

You, on the other hand, were never afraid of him. As a little girl, you naturally developed a water shield jutsu. You didn’t even know what you were doing, it just started happening on its own.  Streams of water would come out of the extra mouths on your hands and connect in front of you, blocking the explosion from searing your skin. Water style, a rarity in the Land of Earth, came to you like breathing which is necessary when your brother is a pyromaniac. Your water shield saved you countless times and has been made stronger now that you know the hand signs to control and focus your chakra. 

“You better not get in my way. I already have one bozo to deal with, now I have two.”

“First of all, I’m not a bozo.” you scold. “You acted without thinking and accidentally bombed us instead of the other side of the village. What were you thinking?” 

“I was on auto pilot! I just started walking home and then I got mad and accidentally detonated the bombs by home instead of over at the weapons bunker.”

“Typical, I knew you were letting your temper get you.”

“Was not! Plus I completed the mission, didn’t I?”

“After making a HUGE mess! It’s a wonder you’re even in this organization. You sure they’re really that elite?”

“Hey! Shut it! I can leave you behind whenever I want!”

“I’d like to see you try!”

The two of you continue to bicker the rest of the way back to headquarters where you meet this ‘bozo’ your brother was complaining about. With an exasperated sign your brother introduces you.

“Tobi, this is my sister. Sister, this is Tobi.”

“You could at least give him my name!”

“Yeah Deidara! How will I know what to call her?”

“Ugh! You can say your own name! It’s not like you’re incapable of speech!”

You roll your eyes at your brother and introduce yourself to Tobi.

“Wow, I had no idea Deidara has such a beautiful sister!”

“And if I had it my way you still wouldn’t!”

“Relax dude!” you say with a hip check to your brother knocking him out of the way as you approach Tobi. The man…or boy?...whatever he was, is a curious one. He hides his entire body, he’s nothing but a tuft of hair and painted toes. His long cloak, matching your brother’s, and his Orange swirling mask gave nothing away. Even his voice seems a little too crazy to be real. Either way, he’s funny and you already enjoy his company much more than your brother’s. 

You grab Tobi by the elbow and start walking away with him, “Come Tobi, show me around before you-know-who decides to blow us up.”

After some adorable stammering, Tobi agrees and you venture off with him to leave your brother alone with his art or whatever excuse he’s usually making up for wanting to be by himself. 

“Are you really going to stay here?”

“Yes, Deidara blew our home and our parents.”

“Oh yeah, he did do that, didn’t he?”

“Yeah… can’t say I’m surprised. I knew it would happen eventually.”

“You don’t seem that upset about it.”

“They weren’t exactly great people. They’re not horrible like my brother but they also weren’t decent. They were the kind of people who just shouldn’t have kids. They used to beat me for having water-nature instead of earth-nature as my primary chakra type. Not like I can help that. Plus they didn’t seem to mind when I was putting out all the fires Deidara made.”

“Water nature from the Land of Earth? That is unusual.”

“Yeah, yeah, make fun of the circus freak. Between inheriting our mom’s extra mouths and my water nature, our dad was convinced our mom cheated on him when she had me. ‘No child of his could use water style.’ He used to beat me cause I wasn’t his daughter and then my mom’d beat me too cause he was beating her for cheating when she didn’t.”

You see Tobi swallow under his mask and you knew he was getting upset by your sob story. 

“It’s okay though, they had their son to be proud of. The insane pyro who became a rogue shinobi at a young age. Somehow I was to blame for that too… BUT it doesn’t matter. They’re dead and I am free thanks to that same crazy older brother.” you say with a sudden chipper attitude. “Well that’s my life story. How about you?”

“Oh me? My story isn’t nearly as interesting. But if you want to see circus freaks, you’ve come to the right place!”

You can’t help but laugh

“No no! I’m serious! Just wait till you meet everyone!”

“She’s not gonna meet anyone!” Deidara shouts from behind you. 

“D-d-deidara! When did you get here?!”

“Just now. Look, I don’t care about anything except my art-”

“-thanks”

“Shush!” your brother regains his composure, “I only care about my art but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna let these criminals meet my sister.”

“Aren’t you one of these criminals?” you interject

The glare you receive is so satisfying that you can’t help but smile. As your pearly whites are exposed, Tobi can help but think your mischievous grin is the most beautiful sight he has seen in years. It almost matches her smile.

“I don’t care, you’re not their sister. You’re not meeting them.”

You pout but part of you knows this isn’t over. You will 100% manipulate this Tobi puppy dog into introducing you to the whole gang. You definitely want to meet this so-called circus considering the two you do know are crazy enough as is. “Fiiine.” you say defeated but you cast Tobi a quick glance and a wink to let him know it’s a total fib.

“Good, glad that’s settled then. Tobi, show her to the kitchen and then to the spare room. She can stay there.”

“Aye aye captain!”

“Ugh, kill me.”

A few months into your adventures with the Akatsuki, as you’ve come to know them, have been a hilarious set of trial and error between your brother and Tobi. You never realized what a sour-sport your brother is till set in juxtaposition with the ever-bright Tobi.  Each mission is completely improvised and always ends with Deiderah in an unnecessary fight, proving himself as an experienced fighter with explosive art. 

And what was Tobi doing during these escapades? Providing back up, planting bombs in strategic locations, cheering on your brother, and creating confusion for the enemy. They were a hilarious duo and it’s some of the happiest days of your life. 

Between confrontations, you and Tobi happily chat while your brother skulks in the front, leading the trio to the various destinations and scouring the nations for various jinchuriki. During this time you notice Tobi growing a bit attached to you. You can’t say the feeling is mutual but you really enjoy the attention. You like how he becomes a puppy dog, following you around everywhere and you like how his eye lingers on you too long when you’re headed to the river to bathe. Something about having power over him turns you on a bit. The way you have him wrapped around your finger fills you with excitement, and you wonder how far you can push him. 

Sometimes you give him a smile as you slip behind the bushes to change, sometimes you walk out before pulling your shirt on, giving Tobi a peek at your sports bra, and sometimes you brush up against him when there is no reason to. Triumph fills you with how his body stiffens and his jaw clenches, trying to contain himself. He thinks his black spandex shirt and mask hide himself but you read him like a book. ‘Accidentally’ you’ll rub up against his lap, just to check if there’s a stick in his pocket and if there isn’t, you make it so. 

Is it evil? A little. Is it fun? Extremely.

One night, while Deidara reluctantly leaves the two of you alone to scope out a nearby village with aerial surveillance on his clay bird, you decide to let some of your impulses take control. Tobi pokes at the embers of the recently smothered fire when you grab his bicep and lean against him. “Tobi, I’m hungry. Do you have any sausage?”

“I just put out the fire. Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“Well” you put on a fake pout, “I guess I don’t need it to be cooked.”

Tobi’s gulp is audible. “Y-you could get food poisoning that way.” his voice waivers.

“I don’t know about that.” you coo as you use a stick to draw in the dirt.

Tobi knows you’re messing with him but he can’t tell if you’re serious or not. Why are you doing this? He feels himself growing hard but it is the most confusing boner of his life. Why do you have to play games like this? “What do you mean?” he whispers in his high pitched tone.

“I mean I want you to take off your pants.” you say with a gloating smirk.

“You can’t be serious.” he protests but his objections always sound weak when they’re coupled with that dumb voice of his. 

“I’m dead serious.” you say, fully facing him, no more humor in your eyes. “Stand up, open your pants, and pull out your cock.”

Tobi slowly stands up and begins to tug at his pant strings.

“What if Deidara comes back?” he whines. 

“Are you really going to let my brother stand in the way of you getting your dick sucked?” you taunt him. The fire in your eyes does something dangerous to Tobi’s heart and it fills him with courage. He does what you say and within a minute a girthy 8 inches springs out of his briefs. 

Your eyes turn to saucers when you see his size and you look up at him in disbelief. “Is something wrong?!” His childish voice complains but you tell him to ‘shut up before you change your mind’ and he listens, not wanting to miss this opportunity. It is the first time a girl is going to touch him after all. 

You perch on your knees and spit on his head, taking your hand and circling around it, smearing the saliva along his tip and shaft, allowing your grip to effortlessly slide in twisting motions. Pre is already slipping out of Tobi’s tip. It feels good to have someone other than him hold his manhood this way. Your hand moves up and down while your mouth starts to suck on his tip. Once you set a good pace, the mouths on your hands begin to lick his shaft as you stroke.

He hisses, feeling like he’s gonna cum too soon. “Stop that, would you?!”

“What? You don’t like it?”

“Of course I do, but if you keep doing that I’m gonna-”

“-gonna what? Cum?” You are so mean when you say it and even more mean when you double down, sucking on the pulsing mushroom top, feeling his blood shoot through his length while you sink your tongue into the tip. 

“Please, please please, stop. I don’t wanna cum yet.”

“That’s the whole point.”

“No, I’m gonna, gonna, hey!” He rips himself away from your grasp just as you started sucking extra hard. You glare at him. 

“Come here.”

“I think we should stop before this gets out of hand.”

“Tobi, come. Here.”

Reluctantly, he steps forward again and lets you regain control. Your eyes, full of mischief, the same mischief that made him fall for you, warn him that you’re about to do something mean. Sure enough, you swallow and when you do, his head gets buried in the back of your neck. 

He lets out a most embarrassing moan of surprise and falls forward, almost knocking you over. When he stands back up, you begin to bob on your knees, gargling his cock like water. 

“Shit” he gasps, trying to push you off of him, but you sink your nails into his thighs, keeping him in your grasp till you're satisfied. 

Once you are, you pull back, letting the strings of saliva from your lips dangle between you and his pulsing dick. You sit back on your heels and order him to lay down on the ground. 

“W-what?”

“I said, lay down. Hands behind your back, I don’t want you touching me.”

He groans pathetically. All he’s wanted to do since meeting you was touch every part of your body. Feel your soft skin, hug you whenever he feels like it, play with your pretty hair, now he has the opportunity and you steal it away.

“Don’t start with me, or I won’t keep playing with this.” Your hand strokes his slobber-coated cockhead so he quickly does what you say, laying down on top of his hands which, to his chagrin, are folded behind his back. “That’s a good boy.” you praise, climbing on top of him and sinking onto his length. He’s so large that it almost hurts how he stretches you wide. You take a moment to adjust but for Tobi, his head is spinning. He’s never done this before and it feels even better than he could have imagined. Worry that he’ll explode right now fills him. To experience how amazing it feels to be wrapped inside the warm pulsing squelch of a real woman, he fears it’s game over. 

His breath shudders and you know he’s trying not to cum which means it’s the perfect time to toy with him again. “Bet you can’t hold it when I do this.” You clench around him and Tobi groans in agony, trying hard to hold back the flood gates when his cum is pounding at the door.

“Hmm, I guess you can, but what about when I do this?” You rock your hips, grinding against him and sliding up and down his length. Tobi’s desperate grunts are a dead giveaway that he’s about to fail, despite all of him wanting you to keep going. 

“Please,” he begs, “slow down. I’ve never done this before.”

“Well I have so you need to man up and learn how this is done.”

“I can’t help it. Please, it’s too much.”

“Aww, little Tobi says it’s too much?” you coo to him but your hips take no pity. In fact you plant your feet and begin to jump up and down on his shaft, bouncing on his cock and driving him wild. 

Tobi’s hands grip his forearms so tight his nails threaten to tear through the fingers of his gloves. “Stop, stop, stop, stop! I’m gonna cum!” 

“Do it little virgin boy! I dare you to cum in me.”

“No! We don’t have protection. Please, get off before I-” but it was too late, Tobi’s balls tighten and then release, dumping a lifetime of built up desire into the first girl who would let him inside of her. You continue to pulse your walls around Tobi’s cock as he sutters from sensitivity. “Stop, please. We’re done, I came.”

You let him slip out of you and he begins to sit up, however you push his shockingly bulky chest back down to suck on his extremely sensitive tip. He yelps and gets up, scooting away from you. “You’re crazy, you know that!” He grabs a spare cloth and wipes himself off, cleaning the area before tucking himself away. 

“Eh, crazy runs in the family. You’ve met my brother.” you say with a nonchalant smirk

Tobi gives you the side eye but secretly he wants to do it again. He feels his head already aching with the need.  

You giggle, loving how pathetic he is for you. Though Tobi is nothing like the kind of guy you’d go for you discovered some attractive tid bits. In spite of his body being well hidden, he is very muscular, mouthwateringly so. Also he has a big cock; something you did not expect. Given this new information you feel your attraction to him becoming more than just a shallow craving for attention and control; you want to see him naked. 

Over the next few days you continue to toy with him. Touching him ‘accidentally’ between his legs, brushing your rear against him, grabbing his bicep, and your favorite, whispering into his ear. Sometimes you’re spicy, most of the time you say something normal, but your breath in his ear always makes him tent his pants and the game is ever-so-fun. 

Much to Tobi’s relief, your group is headed back to the hideout where he can put a wall between you so you'll stop tormenting him. You start to feel lonely these days, Tobi dodging you and Deidara actively ignoring you. Once you’re back behind the stone walls of your new home, he shuts his bedroom door and Tobi does the same. 

You knock on his door hoping he’ll let you in for another game but he’s done, he can’t take anymore of your teasing. Your disappointed voice fades away from the other side and finally he can breathe. Ensuring you’re not waiting by the door, he flocks to the kitchen for food, relieved to have a reprieve from your torture.

You, on the other hand, head down to the entryway of the hideout and gaze upon the gedo statue. You look at the ugly thing and wonder why they would try to bring it back to life.

“Powerful-looking, isn’t it?” a tall man with silver and purple hair says as he throws his arm over your shoulder. At first you go to recoil but when you see the chiseled jawline of the man you sink into him. 

“Yes, it is. Why do you need it?” Your question is almost cut short by a blade nicking your skin. Your eyes widen as you turn towards the man and see the beautiful stranger’s skin turn black and while in the pattern of a skeleton. He’s jumped away from you and now you can’t move out of a pentagram that’s appeared on the ground. “What just happened?!”

“I’m asking the questions now. How did you get in here?”

“My brother.” 

“Keep talking.”

“My brother is Deidara. I’ve been following him around on missions for a few months, ever since he bombed our home and almost killed me.” you feel the panic start to rise, unsure of how you’re going to prove your identity without Deidara actually present.

“Relax Hidan” a bulky man with a covered face and green eyes says. “Don’t you remember Pain saying something about her? Plus, look at her hands.”

You hold them up, showing off the mouths that give a cheesy, awkward smile. The man you now know as Hidan melts back into his normal appearance and something about his show of power, and your brief fear, makes you tingle between the legs in a twisted sort of way. He clearly sees the shift in your eyes cause he moves in close again. “Is that so? Does that mean you sleep here now?”

“It does.” you simper, returning his closeness with your own.

“How did I get so lucky?” he smolders at you and it’s almost as exciting as when you were messing with Tobi. But that thought, ‘almost’, upsets you. Why is a hot guy not as fun as some lovable goof. Tobi’s not of real interest, so why do you enjoy his attention more?

As your intrusive thoughts mess with your head two more men enter the front of the hide out. 

“Who’s this?” a shark-like man with broad shoulders asks. 

“Deidara’s sister.” the green eyed man replies, exasperated by his cohorts. 

“Ah, yes, I was wondering when we’d meet you.”

Your eyes dart over to the origin of the smooth tones to see a man with long midnight hair. He was pretty, very pretty, and his eyes seem caring, which makes you question his reason for being in a rogue shinobi gang.

~

Hearing all the comotion from down the hall Tobi leaves the kitchen to come find you. No one had met you yet so they might not play nice if they find you, that or …they’d play too nice. That last thought isn’t likely but either way a jolt of urgency shoots through him because of it.

When he steps into the room with the gedo statue, he finds you surrounded by four men. Kakuzo, pretending he’s not interested when really his pants are already bulging, Itachi, playing the nice guy card, Kisame, eyeing you like the bloodthirsty shark he is, and Hidan, grabbing your waist and pulling you into his side while the other mens’ faces flash with jealousy. And then there’s you, soaking up the attention and flirting back. No. 

Tobi quietly walks up to the group and slips his arm around your waist. He silently but harshly yanks you away from Hidan’s grasp causing him to shout, “Hey!”

Normally Tobi would have said something goofy in return but he is furious. He can’t explain the anger brewing in his chest. It reminded him of when she would smile at Kakashi. But it doesn’t matter what it reminds him of, all he knows is he’s dragging you back to his bedroom and away from those creeps. 

“Hey! Tobi! What the hell?! I was talking to them!”

“No.” 

You stop stumbling at his side, your feet rooting to the floor in fear. He doesn’t say it in his usual voice. This isn’t Tobi’s voice. 

“No?”

“You heard me the first time.” He grabs your arm and yanks, continuing to drag you to his room where he can lock the door and make sure you don’t go back to hang out with the rabble. 

“W-who are you? What happened to Tobi?” You fear this man’s hurt him and taken his disguise and now you’re being abducted. 

“I’ve never been Tobi, it’s only a disguise.”

“What are you talking about? What did you do to him?” Goosebumps scroll across your arms and back. Your lovable friend is in trouble somewhere.

“I didn’t do anything to him. I am him.”

“No you’re not!” you try to shake your arm free but the stranger's grip is bruising and you wince as he tightens his fingers. 

Without stopping, he drags you back to Tobi’s room and closes the door, locking it with you on the inside. Finally letting go, you run around the room, looking for the man who’s supposed to be standing before you. Your angry and determined eyes glare at him, “What did you do to my friend?”

“Oh, we’re friends now? It didn’t feel like we were friends when you were touching me.” he steps forward making you step back. “It didn’t feel like we were friends when you told me to take out my cock.” The air catches in your throat as your brows knit in confusion. “It didn’t feel like we were friends when you were whispering in my ear. Or are you a whore who does that to all your friends?”

Even more chills span your body as you start to realize the man closing in on you is quite possibly the same man you spent months teasing.

“What? Is it not funny anymore? I was willing to let it go till I saw you trying to decide between four of my friends. Touching them like they’re me. Are you really that big of a slut? You just fuck someone and then flirt with their crew members. You’re a disrespectful little bitch who needs some manners spanked into her.” 

You fall backwards, tumbling to the ground in a crumpled ball. Tobi bends down and grabs your elbow, throwing you onto the bed. You hit the surface hard, the air of your lungs getting knocked out of you. 

Tobi pulls off his leather gloves and fists your hair with one hand, keeping you bent over the bed. With the other hand he shoves the gloves into your mouth. “You’ll need to bite down on this. I’m quite angry.”

You accept the leather between your teeth, panic continuing to spiral as you try to push yourself up, but his hand keeps your head in place, shoving your face into the mattress while his other hand yanks your pants down over your behind. 

His palm circles the area before slamming against the skin hard, the smack of colliding flesh cuts the air like a knife and you scream into the gloves. You try to say, “Tobi please” but the sound comes out all muffled and insead of hearing your plea, he continues to beat your behind till it’s a rosy scarlet. 

Tears prick your eyes, humiliated by the spanking and sending you back to when your parents used to beat you for using water style jutsu. His hand soothes the area between each blow, ensuring you’ll feel each smack. Once satisfied, you’re pulled onto his lap and he spreads your legs to either side of his knees. With your back pressed against his chest, he rubs his hand over your clit, his nose nestled into your ear and whispering soothing words. “Shh, don’t cry baby. I’m not here to hurt you but you did hurt me and that calls for discipline. I can’t have you becoming a brat on me, can I?”

You try to calm your breathing but the tears won’t stop. It’s too similar to your beatings as a kid and it definitely isn’t Tobi. You were safe with Tobi, not this deep tennored imposter. 

“Calm down, Princess, I’m not going to hurt you much.”

The mouths on your hands bite Tobi. He grunts in pain and you run for the door. It’s locked leaving you struggling to open it. Now would be a good time to have your brother’s troublesome explosion abilities, however, Tobi comes up behind you and tosses you back to the bed. You kneel there, facing the wall, seeing his hulking shadow behind you. 

“I will fuck you until you forget your name, Princess, and then, I’ll fuck you some more.”

Definitely not Tobi. 

~

But it was. Now that he knows how it works, his brain’s been swimming with all sorts of ways he wants to touch you, tease you, and hold you. He was running from you cause the desires were all consuming. It was painful to be near you, especially with your teasing. However, there are so many things he wants to do to your body. Normally he wouldn’t go about it like this but the blatant disrespect has him blind to your fear.

He grabs the waistband of your pants and finishes yanking them off your legs, fully removing them before grabbing at your shirt. You curl into a ball, trying to make it as hard as possible but he just rips the fabric instead, shredding the top and discarding it at the head of the mattress. 

He grabs you by your tresses and brings you to your knees, perching you at his feet, teary eyes looking up at the hole of his mask, desperate to know who is behind it. 

“Hands behind your back. I don’t need you trying to bite me.”

The glare you give says it’s not out of the question. 

“Now undo my pants.” You go to use the hands he just told you to put behind your back when his grip tugs painfully against your scalp and he clarifies, “with your mouth.”

After a squeak of discomfort you grit your teeth, and rise up off your heels to grab the cord holding up “Tobi’s” pants. You pull at the knot and sink your bite into his waistband to pull them down. After repeating the process with his briefs, a familiar 8 inches spring out and hit your face. You look in disbelief, recognizing his sizable shape. Mouth open, your eyes dart between the manhood ghosting your lips and the hole of his mask. “I told you it was me.”

Something electric bolts through you. He’s not some goofy virgin boy you could manipulate but instead a masculine enemy who intends to dominate you. Without realizing it, drool is slipping from your mouth. 

He hums in satisfaction, the side of his lips curling into a smile you can’t see. Using his free hand he smacks your cheek then continues to beat your face with the weight of his length. You flinch and squirm but he seizes the opportunity to shove himself down your throat, all the way in, like you did out in the woods. 

You gag, your stomach clenching, and your body pulling away but his second hand moves to the back of your head and holds you there. New tears begin to well on your lash line from lack of oxygen but ultimately the power rests with your new master. The sounds you make build in desperation and it causes Tobi to twitch. His hips pulse forward and back unable to stop himself from stroking down your throat, petting your windpipe with his tip.

His salty taste pleases you but your need for air becomes all consuming. You push your hands against his thighs, pulling back to get a gulp of air before he shoves you back down again. You’re not sure how much longer this can go on but sensing your shifting willingness, Tobi directs you to start using your hands. 

One hand circles his shaft while the other cups his undercarriage. You allow the mouth on one hand to point its tongue and lick a stripe between his orbs before taking turns sucking on each one. Tobi shudders and continues to pulse in your mouth. The validation of his reaction makes you soar. 

His hand, fisting your locks, pulls back and you finally gulp down air like it’s your first breath. In a dangerous and low voice he growls for you to get on the bed, facing the wall. 

Without a second to waste you hop onto the mattress, standing on your knees, facing the wall where you admire the outline of your shadow. The curves of your hips become hidden by Tobi’s silhouette growing behind you. He’s massive. Shoulders and arms way bigger than what you remembered or realized. His cloak must have been hiding his figure well because if you had known all of this was filling out the cloak, you would have unmasked him months ago. 

One hand brushing your hair to the side, Tobi begins to kiss the back of your neck. His hands trace your hips and slide up your navel, cupping your breasts before trapping your peaks between his pointer and thumb. With a tug, your sharp inhale causes you to fall forward, sending your rear into his pelvis. 

“She wants to get to business already? Hmm, greedy girl.”

He pushes your head down and slides his length along your dripping center before pressing it into you. The familiar stretch has you moaning and arching your back, ready to fully receive him. 

“Now she’s a good girl for me. But she wasn’t so good a few minutes ago, was she?”

Tobi pulls out and slams into you with a harsh snap. “Ah! N-no.”

“No, she was a disrespectful slut. Do you know what we do to disrespectful sluts?”

You shake your head, afraid of the answer.

“We fuck them until they can’t beg for mercy anymore.”

You barely have time to gulp down your fear when Tobi’s hips begin to drive into your backside, pushing your face into the mattress like the slut he described. He leans his weight on your face, preventing you from lifting your head and fucking you straight into the bed. Your hands claw at the sheets, teeth biting into the fabric gripped in your palms.

It hurt due to his size but it felt so mind-numbingly good. A paradox for sure but true all the same. You can’t remember a time a man ravaged you like this. The way his girth split you open has you drooling and screaming all the same. A punishing hand spanks the fat of your ass, growing the red glow already formed from a few minutes prior. 

You scream, unable to stop the sounds coming from your mouth. You couldn’t be quiet even if you wanted to. His pace is too severe to hold it in. Soon there is an angry Hidan pounding at the door, demanding to be let in. 

“Sorry Hidan, I’m punishing a very naughty girl at the moment. I’ll check with you later!” His usual comedic high pitch sings back. You would’ve laughed if you could’ve, but Tobi continued his assault on your center leaving no room for humor. 

The raving man continued to pound at the door as Tobi flipped you onto your back. He grabs the backs of your thighs and rests his weight on them, folding you in half and lifting his hips to stroke into you at a deepened angle. You push against his chest, telling him it’s too deep but he doesn’t care. You earned this. All your teasing, your manipulation, then you go off trying to bang one of the other members of the Akatsuki. You belong to him. He claimed you in the woods. There’s no room for anyone else. 

“T-tobi, please…” 

“Still room to beg for mercy. I see.”

He flips you to your side without missing a beat. However, not liking the angle, he grabs his pillow and shoves it under your hip. One leg between his knees and the other wrapped around his torso, this new angle has you whining in a high pitched shriek. Added to the volume of noise, suddenly you hear Deidara.

“The fuck is going on?! Tobi? What the hell is happening in there?”

“What do you think is happening? He’s fucking your sister!”

Knowing Deidara’s next move, Tobi whispers in your ear, his baritone fanning over you, “That’s our queue to leave.”

“Wha?” You’re too exhausted to think straight. What does he mean ‘leave?’ There are people barricading the door, yet even as the thought comes to your mind the room disappears and an endless grey arena emerges. The sounds of the hideout vanish and suddenly you are alone with Tobi, nothing but the sound of skin clapping and your satisfied wails to keep you company.

His pace increases, stroking a spot deep inside your walls that leaves you squirming and clawing at the sleeves of his shirt. You wanna see him, you wanna know who is behind the mask. You’re alone now. You need to know the face of the man who conceals his identity. You want to know, what is the appearance of the man you are beginning to fall in love with.

“I wanna-need-face.” The words come out disjointed and breathy, exhaustion leaking out the cracks of your exterior.

Tobi tisks at you. “Not today princess. Had you been good, I would’ve shown you, but you weren’t.”

You moan out a complaint, feeling bratty, demanding to know. Yet, does it work on Tobi? No. He rolls you belly down, keeping one leg between his and pulling up the opposite knee causing you to groan in pleasure, his staff reaching even deeper still. 

Grabbing your wrists and folding them behind you, he pins them at the small of your back where he rests his body weight. 

You’re fully restrained in this pose. There’s no way for you to get out of it. His relentless pounding has you cumming again and again. Tobi feels how you clench, hears how you squelch, and when he looks down, he sees how you cream. Every inch of him glistens from you. 

“Fuck, I love this pussy.”

He feels your gratitude. The restriction around his appendage causes him to grunt. “She’s so wet and warm. She fits around me like a glove. This pussy’s made for me.”

You arch your back, deepening his reach, needing him with every fiber of your being. He slaps your behind again and rolls you to your back one last time, guiding your hands to your breasts. 

“I want you to bite yourself. Then when it’s painful, I want you to lick yourself, over and over again till I cum. You understand?”

You nod, the mouths on your hands complying immediately, their teeth sinking into your peaks, making your back bend like a bow ready to snap. 

“That’s it baby; just like that.”

Your nipples tingle and stiffen, the stimulation making you tight for him. The way you squeeze around his girth makes it hard to hold back. All he wants to do is give in and cum but he denies himself. 

“Tobi, I want it.” You start to plead. 

“Want what?”

“Your cum” you breathe, barely able to form the sentence. Tobi’s rapid pace grows sloppy. Your limbs start to shake in agonizing pleasure when he pulls out and makes a mess over your chest and stomach. 

“Lick it up.” He orders. 

One hand extends its tongue, flattening over your slick chest, then pointing as it’s scooped cum in it’s mouth. 

“Now taste yourself”

The other hand lowers between your legs, your eyes never daring to deviate from his. The tongue in your other hand circles your clit before lapping at your messy center. A catch of your breath in your throat has Tobi turn his mask to the side so he can kiss you. It is deep and passionate, full of want and need. You arch into his chest, your sore nipples brushing against his compression shirt, the friction making you twitch. Hands explore his back and neck, finger pads digging into the threads of muscle. You crave this above all else. You never want to stop. You want your lips on his all the time, so when he broke it off you visibly deflated. 

“Don’t get greedy girl. You’ll get more of me as you earn it.”

Your pouting continues but you have to admit, for a man so guarded about his identity, the kiss was a large leap forward. His mask already recentered on his face, he extends his hand to your naked body. “Ready to go back?”

“Not really” you say trying to stand on weak legs “I definitely don’t wanna see my brother like this.”

You look down on your naked figure. Slick between your legs, bright pink peaks from being teethed, carmine skin on your rear, and dried cum all down your front. 

“Knowing him, when we disappeared instead of answering the door, he probably blew off.”

“Damn” you pause knowing he’s right. “No chance at privacy then.”

“None.”

“Well I guess seeing me naked will teach him a lesson.”

“Probably not.” Tobi jokes

“Yeah, probably not.” You chuckle 

Getting ready to Kamui back to his room, Tobi steps close to you once more. His finger wipes your bottom lip and then his hand traces your skin. His thumb brushing your breast, and his palm gliding all the way down to your hip. You gaze up at him, lost in the eye you could see. It was a final moment of intimacy before you’re plunged back into the so-called circus.

Next thing you know, the two of you materialize in front of a crowd. All jaws drop and Tobi quickly covers you with his nearby cloak. 

“Tobi! You’re a dead man!”

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[detectivestucks]

Rebound Revenge

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader x Obito

Summery: Modern AU, your boyfriend beings to withdraw from you and you suspect another girl may be to blame. One night you get into a fight and he ghosts you after. You head to the bar to be comforted by your two best friends when you see your boyfriend.

Warnings: NSFW, cheating, public sex, threesome, unprotected penetration, physical violence

Word Count: 4.4k

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Three years. Three years and for some reason, suddenly, you can’t agree on anything. Your relationship used to be so healthy. The kind of relationship born out of friendship. The kind others envied, but now Mitch is withdrawn. He hardly looks up from his phone, he’s stopped kissing the back of your hand, and all discussions of moving in together have vanished. 

You wonder if there’s someone else. Why else would he be so obsessed with his phone? So you ask him point blank one silent evening. 

“Who are you texting all the time?”

“What?”

“Who are you texting all the time?”

“No one.”

“It doesn’t feel like no one when you talk to them more than me.”

“I’m allowed to have my own friends.”

“Your own secret friends, apparently.”

“I just know you wouldn’t get along with them so I don’t talk about them.”

“Would I not get along with them because them is a her?”

“You don’t hear me bitching about you being friends with Kakashi or Obito.”

“That’s different! They’re childhood friends. People I grew up with, who’ve saved my ass multiple times I might add.” 

“Yeah, yeah, we all know how brilliant Kakashi tutored you so you could get into your dream school and how Obito beat up the guy he caught spiking your drink. You know they only do those things because they wanna fuck you. They don’t actually care.”

“You’re seriously going to talk about them that way?!  some of the most important people in my life? Screw you!”

“Oh ouch, that hurt.” He mocks

You huff in fury 

“You know what? I didn't sign up for this controlling hypocritical bull shit. I’m out.”

“Fine!” you shout "Come back when you're ready to be honest, Dick!"

Days go by and there's no word from your boyfriend. You texted him multiple times asking if he's ready to talk, apologizing for calling him a dick but they all go unanswered.

Your mind spins with worry and defeat. You feel worthless. Does three years mean you're not owed at least a text back? Is ghosting really acceptable this far into a relationship?

You could crumble to 1,000 pieces right now. So you text the one person you know will make you feel better, Obito.

Hey, you free? Mitch and I had a fight.

Need to talk about it?

Yes. 

I’ll meet you at Big Jon’s in 20 minutes. 

You’re the best. 

I know

With a happy smile, you close your phone. Obito was always the sensitive one. He gives the best advice and tells the funniest jokes. If anyone can help you, it's him.

You drive to the local bar, letting tears fall from your eyes, trying to get the crying out before being in public. As you pull up to the Big Jon's neon sign you dab the corners of your eyes, drying them.

You enter the establishment to find not just Obito, but both of your favorite men sitting at the bar with a stool in between them. You smile, already feeling lighter.

They call your name, beckoning you over. "Hey guys"

"Hey beautiful! Tell us, what's going on?"

"First, tequila."

After three rounds you finally are ready to explain the situation to them and they agree, there seems to be someone else and he's probably ghosting you cause he's with them.

"I knew it." you say with defeat.

"You know what you have to do, don't you?" Obito's hand rests on your back with sympathy but then you feel it go stiff.

You look up to see his face, staring at Kakashi, and then gaze over to Kakashi, whose eyes are wide with outrage. Following his line of sight, you see exactly why the men went rigid.

There he is, your boyfriend and some girl you didn't recognize in his lap. You abruptly stand up and walk away towards the bathrooms in the back, eyes blurry from crying, not looking where you’re going. 

The guys call after you but you ignore them and lock yourself in the first stall of the bathroom. You knew this was what he was doing but it hurts so much more to witness it.

Back at the bar Obito turns to Kakashi. "Do we go after her?"

"Let's give her space. We'll go after her in a minute."

“Hmm, okay, well I'm gonna wash my hands while we wait.” and with that he stands up and heads to the bathroom.

~

Standing at the sink after washing his hands, Obito hears familiar sniffling. He calls your name. 

After a few sniffles you respond, “Obito? What are you doing in the girl's bathroom?”

“I’m not in the girl’s bathroom. “

“Don’t tell me.”

Obito slowly opens the stall door. “What? The urinals weren’t clue enough?”

You drop your face in your hands. Obito rushes to your side to comfort you, kneeling down and pulling away your hands. “Hey, hey, don’t beat yourself up. Three years is a long time. It’s hard to throw in the towel. And to see him with another woman-“

“Right after getting jealous of you and Kakashi. How pathetic. Right?”

“He was jealous of us?”

“Yeah, he said you only help me cause you wanna fuck me.”

“That little shit. I should go out there and punch the stupid out of him.”

“Please don’t” you giggle "You'll kill him."

Obito shurgs in agreement, “For the record, I help you cause I love you. Both me and Kakashi do. We’d do anything for you.”

“Thanks” you say with a wipe at your eyes.

After a few second of silence Obito leans in to kiss you. The kiss was soft and tender, like a man in love. The kind of kiss you haven’t had in months. 

You pull back, “What was that?” You breathe

“Revenge. If he was afraid of us fucking you, maybe we should do it here, where he can see.”

Your eyes widen. “You want to have sex with me?”

“Can’t say I never thought about it.”

It was no secret that in high school Obito had a crush on you or that right before you met your boyfriend you were getting over feelings for Kakashi, but nothing serious ever came of it. You were just friends. You never came close to anything like…this.

“You’re drunk.” you say

“So are you.”

“We’re in public.”

“That’s kinda the point. Don’t tell me you’ve never wondered.”

“I haven’t”

“Liar”

“I’m not-”

Obito’s lips collide with yours, more intensely this time and instantly, you melt into the kiss. Your hands come up to his chest and clutch his shirt like kissing him is the most natural thing in the world. Your teeth catch his lower lip, sucking on it till he pulls back and it slips from your grasp.

“You’ve never thought about it, but you kiss me like that?” He says with a lifted brow. His cocky smile is undone by the breathlessness of his voice.

He hungered for you for a long time. He’d never admit it, but he secretly hoped your loser boyfriend would fuck up so he could show you what a real man is like. He loved you in ways beyond the romantic sense, that’s true, but it doesn’t mean he would turn you down if you asked for a date. Even if it was only a platonic date. He’d do anything for you. You are the most important woman in his life. And Kakashi, he is the same. He loves you too. Not like a sister, but not like a girlfriend either. He just loves you. You are one of his favorite people and making you happy makes them both happy.

“No, I’ve never thought about it but that doesn’t mean I don’t recognize how attractive you are. And that doesn’t mean the tequila isn’t telling me I want this.”

“Oh, the tequila is telling you things now?” Obito lifts you off the toilet as he stands, pulling you out of the stall and shoving you up against the bathroom wall. His hands are all over you. Skating up and down your sides before sliding up your skirt. He pulls up the hem to your waist and slides your thong to the side all while devouring your mouth like a man starved. He breaks the kiss as he slips two fingers inside of you. 

“M’gonna need to stretch you out a bit. Uchiha’s are a bit ‘blessed’ if you know what I mean.”

You nod at him, lips parted.

He strokes in and out of you with his digits making your eyes close in satisfaction. “Very good, princess. Get ready for another one.”

You feel him insert another finger as he works in and out of you. You feel close to cumming just from these three fingers. It’s the most affection you’ve had in weeks and honestly, it’s more foreplay than you’ve had in years. “Almost there” he reassures before he inserts a fourth finger and strokes in and out of your soaking wet entrance, curling the fingers forward and making you squirm against the tile of the bathroom wall. 

He keeps going till he feels you spasm and soak his palm. “Good girl, cumming for me so quick. That’s all I needed.” he praises before he pulls out his manhood and rubs it along your folds. 

As he slips it in, he makes sure to recapture your lips in a deep kiss, letting the both of you moan into each other’s mouth with the insertion. 

One leg wrapped around him, Obito starts to thrust up into you. Gentle at first, but quickly amping up in pace. His hunger that had always been kept at bay was quickly consuming him and anxious to devour you whole. 

He impatiently grabs your standing leg and wraps it around his waist, slamming your back into the wall harder than he expected and breaking apart your mouths. 

A single strand of saliva connects your lips. You both stop, look into the other’s eyes, and smile. With a small breathy laugh, you lunge back in. Continuing to go at it when you hear the bathroom door open. 

In walks your boyfriend ex-boyfriend. 

“The fuck? I knew it!”

“Knew what exactly?” Obito asks as he continues to hammer into you, forcing your moans to fill the tense air of the room. “That you’re a fuck up who ruined the best thing that ever happened to you? Yeah, I know.”

“You were always plotting this, weren't you . And you,” His anger turned towards you, “You slut. ‘They’re just friends’ I see. You really are just a lying little slut.”

“Says the guy who was kissing another girl in front of his girlfriend. Don’t worry, she’s just returning the favor, now if you’ll excuse me.” Obito turns away from Mitch to continue kissing you.

“You mean if you’ll excuse us.” Kakashi interjects having just entered the bathroom. 

Your now ex-boyfriend aims a swing at Kakashi, who catches his fist and twists. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I saw that pretty little thing you were kissing back there. Wouldn’t want to return to her with a busted lip, would you?”

Mitch’s jaw clenches and his eyes narrow. He snarls as he rips his fist out of Kakashi’s grasp.

“That’s a smart lad. You go run along now, we’ll take care of your girlfriend for you.”

“Ex-girlfriend” you gasp through moans. 

“Seriously, you’re breaking up with me while fucking another man?!”

“Would you like to wait till I’m done?” Obito taunts

“You mean till we’re done.” Kakashi corrects, moving in on you, his hand cradling your face and turning you towards him, kissing your lips tenderly. The juxtaposition against Obito’s harsh and feverish hips leaves your head swimming. 

“Just remember this," your ex quivers, "I was fucking right. I was fucking right! I was right to leave you for someone else. I always knew they wanted to fuck you.”

“The difference is we’d never cheat on her. Justify your shitty actions all you want. You kissed someone else first.” Obito grunts as he fucks you into the wall.

“You’ll live to regreat this!” Mitch calls as he storms off. 

“Doubt it.” you whisper into Kakashi’s mouth.

“You deserve better, Angel.” he whispers back before allowing his lips to travel down your neck.

With one arm clawing at Obito’s back, the other wrapped around Kakashi’s neck. You lulled your head back, feeling goosebumps erupt across the expanse of your chest, neck, and shoulders. 

“Let’s take her to the handicap stall, Obito. I want a turn.”

Obito holds you close to him, peeling your back off of the wall and walking over to the farthest stall. Kakashi closes the door and turns towards you, pulling off his shirt and laying on the floor at his feet. 

“Kneel”

You silently pan your eyes up from the floor to his face, soaking in the insanely well-defined muscles the ripple up his body. Does he even know what body fat is? You swear these two don’t have any hobbies outside of the gym. When your orbs lock with his, he nods. Gently, Obito sets you back down on your feet, allowing you to drop to your knees before Kakashi.

He looks down his nose at you. “I trust you know what to do.”

You nod back, eyes locked on his as your delicate hands reach up to the button of his jeans. You unhook the fabric and pull down the zipper, reaching in his briefs and pulling out his rock-hard length. It’s not as thick as Obito’s but definitely longer. Your eyes appraise the flesh in your hand, and you gulp as you realize you’re about to put it in your mouth.

“Are you feeling shy, princess?” Obito coos from behind, his cock still out and glistening from your arousal. “Do you need some encouraging?”

Obito kneels down behind you, kissing your neck and running his hands up your chest. He closes his grip, greedily groping the fatty tissue, kneading it softly. “You can do it, baby.”

You do your best to summon your wits as you part your lips, letting Kakashi’s head rest on them. His tip is leaking, aching to be buried down your throat. He twitches, thinking about it. You smile and lick the precum out of his slip, noticing the salty-sweet taste. Definitely the taste of a man who takes care of himself. 

You suck on his tip, your tongue lightly licking, pointing and scooping into his opening, pulling out as much fluid as he produces. Feeling the flesh swell, you allow him further in, taking him to the back of your throat while your hand tugs at his shaft in twisting motions. 

Your cheeks hollow as you continue to pull back and fourth, sucking him off on your knees in the men’s bathroom of your favorite bar. Obito continues playing with your chest, his pelvis absentmindedly grinding into your exposed rear. 

Kakashi looks down on you with a mischevious smile. “That as far as you can go?”

Your eyes look at him dangerously before swallowing him, plunging all the way down and allowing your nose to collide with his stomach. “Fuuuck.”

You moan with him buried in your neck, loving his gratitude. At the same time Obito is whispering in your ear, “I so badly wanna sink myself in this little asshole of yours, but I don’t wanna be disrespectful.”

Even so, he spits on his finger and circles the area, pressing in at the same time you take Kakashi all the way down a second time. You squeal with the appendage trapped between your vocal coards, making Kakashi shudder from the vibrations. 

“Careful Angel, You don’t wanna make me cum just yet.”

You release him, giving yourself a moment to breathe. “No, Sir.” 

“Sir?” Kakashi smirks. “You’re a real treat, aren’t you?”

He sinks his flesh back inside you and grabs the sides of your face, “Relax your throat f’me.” He directs before he fucks into your face, testing your gag reflex. You try to relax but Obito chooses this moment to chase his finger in and out of your rear, one hand still palming your breasts, pulling them out of the top of your shirt and playing with the nipple. 

“We have a proper slut with us right now, don’t we? A perfect, obediant, little slut.”

“Why is this the first time we’re finding out about this?” Kakashi joins “Why have you been hiding this side of you from us? We could’ve been doing this for years.”

Your walls clench around nothing, your rear strains around Obito’s finger and your nipples stiffen between Obito’s thumb and pointer. You’ve never felt so filthy and desired in your life. You just pray a bouncer doesn’t walk in and ruin this for you. You’re so close to cumming again, with Obito’s finger brushing up against a spot you didn’t know you could get pleasure from. 

Then you feel it, another crashing wave that has your legs shaking, your body twisting in Kakashi’s grasp. Arousal spills out of you and soils his shirt. He releases you and you apologize. 

“What are  you sorry for? I put that there for you.” His hand cups your jaw, his thumb tracing your chin. The adoration in his eyes was enough to make you realize, the love he has for you is genuine. “Stand, darling.”

You come to your feet and he turns you around, slipping inside of your center from the back. He begins stroking into you, eliciting a cry of pleasure. 

“Good girl, taking me so good.”

Obito remains on his knees, grabbing your beasts in each hand and sucking on each peak, taking his time as he trades off between the two. Electricity shoots through your stomach, connecting your chest to your core. Quickly building and causing you to flutter around Kakashi after only a few minutes. 

Kakashi rides you through it, however, he can’t help but have a little fun. He looks down at your puckered hole left loser by Obito’s toying. “So Obito touched you here?” 

He slips his finger inside you just as Obito had done. You choke on your moan, extra cream coating Kakashi’s base. “Oh she really likes being touched there, doesn’t she?”

“She does.” Obito concurs, rising to his feet and bending you further forward, lining your lips with his abandoned length. 

You take it in your mouth and Obito closes his eyes. “Fuck, Princess, so warm.” He lightly trusts into you and you take him down your throat with a little more effort due to his girth. 

Obito’s hand flies into your hair and holds you down. “Fuck! I’ve never had a girl do this to me.” 

He goans loudly, “I don’t know how long I’m gonna last like this.” 

“Me either” Kakashi grunts, his cadence increasing. “We’re not gonna be very gentle right now, Angle. That okay?”

With Obito nested down your windpipe you nod, excited to be used like a collection of holes for their pleasure.

The two men begin to unleash their fury on your body, pumping into you from both ends. Your hands grapple at Obito, looking for support. He fucks into your face, squishing your nose in his excitement but it doesn’t last long cause as promised, your throat's unique ability to handle him causes him to surrender control of his vas deferens. 

Seed shoots into your mouth and you swallow every delicious drop. “She swallows too! Geezus, Princess.” Obito pulls out and lifts your head to kiss you, his mouth exploring yours as Kakashi’s pace into your heat turns bruising. He grabs your elbows and pulls back, unleashing all of his anger towards your ex on your beautiful body. Your ass jiggles with every collision and it is the first time he really looked. The first time he actually noticed just how incredible your body is. Has he really gone all these years without realizing? Cause fuck if you aren’t his ideal body type. Swirling in his thought soon his cum unleashes and he pulls out. 

You spin around and fall to your knees to take it in your mouth. You amaze him with how perfect you’re being. He quickly slots his head between your lips and spurts every drop past your tonsils. 

“Fuck, Angel, who taught you to be such a good little slut?”

He wipes some of the excess cum off the corner of your mouth and brushes your bottom lip with his thumb. 

“I’m self-taught” you joke.

The boys chuckle and tuck themselves away. 

“Wanna get food to go and head home?”

“Who’s home?” you ask.

“Mine” Obito demands. 

The three of you exchange looks and smile, knowing exactly what’s gonna happen after you refuel…

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@vivasciouslay

[detectivestucks]

fem reader can be ninja or civilian ..her thoughts can be heard by him. it could be a cute fluffy journey of her admiring kakashi to her desiring him in the most lewd way possible. It could include first impression thoughts , developing a crush, respect, affection, attraction, mutual pining, desiring and finally smuttty thoughts... Kakashi takes his own sweer time to develop the bond and see how deep her thoughts go...🤣

Happy Belated Birthday Anon!

I got so excited when I saw this request! It's such a funny scenario and was definitely a great story to write. P.S. I did very well on my final so I thank you for your patience. I finished the class with a 100%!!

Enjoy!!

Mind Games

[detectivestucks]

Mind Games

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Anbu Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: Kakashi has a new jutsu that allows him to read minds. Your thoughts get caught in the cross fire during an interrogation and now he's hooked, listening in every chance he gets till he makes you his.

Warnings: NSFW, degradation, nipple play, unprotected penetration, money shot.

Word Count: 4.4k

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“Captain! Captain, they've caught him!”

Team Ro’s second in command rushes to Kakashi. “Are we clear to bring him back to the village for interrogation?” 

“Let me take a crack at him first. We could be missing an important opportunity for the mission if we wait till we’re home to get answers.”

“Of course, Captain”

Kakashi heads over to the tree where you’re guarding the hostage from the Hidden Mist. He nods to you before centering his gaze on the man at your feet. 

“I’ll never betray my village.” He spits, “I don’t care what you do to me!”

“No worries” Kakashi says with amusement, “I have no need for your words or your cooperation.” 

The shinobi looks at the captain, confused when he starts weaving signs. You join the captive in their bewilderment looking from the hostage to the captain wondering what jutsu he could possibly be using. 

You see the final sign he holds and realize it’s very similar to the mind transfer hand sign. Could he possibly have used his sharingan to replicate the famous Yamanaka jutsu? But Kakashi’s consciousness remains in his body, he has not collapsed but rather looks like he’s studying the man before him.

Kakashi’s face drops. Deep concern etches his features. He looks so handsome like this. A leader who takes his job seriously. There’s nothing more handsome than a talented man who shows humility all while commanding with grace. 

Then on top it off, there’s the fact that he’s actually handsome. Silver fluffy hair swooped to the side, a jaw line that could cut glass, and dexterous hands that wield ninja tools in a mesmerizing way. A smidgen of drool collects in the corner of your mouth before you blink back to focus.

You swear you see a hint of a smile beneath Kakashi’s mask before he turns to his trusted second in command. He whispers something that causes the shinobi’s face to scowl.

“Right away sir.” He echoes, then in the blink of an eye he’s gone. 

Once the man has disappeared, Kakashi turns back to regard you. Mismatched eyes scan you up and down and you feel your blood run hot. A flush covers your face before he turns away and goes to address the rest of his Anbu. 

“Good work.” Kakashi praises. “Let's head out. Time to go home.”

Wait, we’re leaving that guy behind? You don’t say it but your face must have spoken just as loud as words would have because Kakashi turns around and says, “Yes, we’re leaving our comrade behind. He’ll head home when he’s done.”

Your face turns a shade of scarlet when he addresses you. Shinobi are supposed to be stealthy, yet here you are, easy to read, your face like a book. How humiliating.

Kakashi lightly chuckles before turning towards the rest of the group. “Let’s go!”

After turning the Mist shinobi over to the intelligence team you head over to the Anbu locker room to change. Upon your entry, you step in halfway through Kakashi’s transition into civilian clothes. His pants hang loosely around his hips, the top button still undone, as he pulls his compression shirt off over his head.

Holy fuck he’s hot. Ugh, get it together girl, you’re coworkers. You seriously need to chill.

You see his abs flex like he’s trying to restrain a laugh and you can’t understand what’s got him so amused today but you don’t like it. Serious men look strange when they laugh, though sometimes they look beautiful… Seriously, stop.

You head over to your locker trying hard to ignore how Kakashi trades one compression shirt for another, showing off his defined muscular frame beneath the elastic fabric, and you hate yourself for being unable to resist sneaking a glance.

~

From across the room, Kakashi pulls his head through the neck hole of his shirt. You look so cute when you’re flustered. Usually you’re calm and collected but ever since your team started joining his on joint missions, you’ve had a hard time acting professional around him. He figured why, but today when his mind-reading jutsu got a taste of what is going on in that cute little noggin on your shoulders, he can’t contain his glee. You’re so adorable with your internal struggle to stay professional and he loves that the residual effects of the jutsu allowed him to catch this last bit here in the locker room while he is in a state of undress. 

Now that he has an idea of what you’re thinking, he’s pretty sure he won’t be able to stop himself from taking a peak a few more times.

Once out on the town, you look to see if any of your jonin friends are around and find a bunch of your classmates have joined Kurenai, Asuma, and Guy at a local BBQ. You sit down at the table with them and place your meat on the grill. 

Only a few minutes later, the talented and alluring star captain of the Anbu wanders in. 

“Kakashi! Over here my rival!”

“Guuyyy!” you quietly whine, “Do you have to call him over?” Your plea is hushed but Guy’s response isn’t as subtle. 

“Of course! Rivals always sit together.”

Your forehead drops to the table and Kakashi descreatley forms the hand signs to perform his new favorite jutstu, excited to see what’s going on once more in that pretty head of yours. 

This is so embarrassing. Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods. Can a wagon run over me now or do I have to wait till later?

The restraint it takes to not crack a smile is difficult to muster. “Oh hi there, Guy. I’d love to join you.”

Kill me

Asuma makes room for the Anbu and he sits down right in front of you.

Sifting through the meat before him, he lays his cuts down on the gridle next to yours and flips over your steaks in the process. You stare at him trying to understand his kindness, for no reason whatsoever; he’s just kind. It’s in his nature. 

How can a man like him work in the Anbu? We are the necessary evil of the villiage. How can he manage both the dark and the light?

Kakashi enjoys hearing your thoughts. If not for the boost to his ego, at least for his amusement. He wonders if other members of his team feel the same way. But he’s not interested in hearing their thoughts, just yours. He’s had his eye on your for awhile and he knows you had a tiny crush on him since your first day in the Anbu. Now he believes his own feelings will fester from your adorable internal dialogue.

In the following weeks Kakashi used his mind reading jutsu every time he sees you. Your thoughts sink from admiration and controlled urges to downright lewd images of what you want him to do to you. His favorite spot to spy on your secret musings is in the locker room. 

He’s been spending extra time changing recently, drawing out the process to give you inspiration as your mind spirals with want. The desire to lick, bite, and kiss every ridge of muscle, the need to pull down his mask and explore his mouth, the painful itch to yank down his unbuttoned pants, it consumes you. Every little detail about him torments your mind. 

You find your chest fluttering when he’s around. Your breathing becomes shallow if he’s close and chills erupt on your arms anytime you walk past. These reactions prove it’s not just your mind that’s swamped with dirty thoughts; your body is sensitive to him too. To further your descent into madness, he makes a point to brush up against you, letting his fingers drag from your hip across your rear when he passes from behind. Any encounter in the hallway usually involves him lightly grazing your arm, and every exchange of words invites his hand on your shoulder. 

Each small touch steals your breath. The mental freeze and broken gasps are addicting to Kakashi and he can’t get enough of what his presence does to you. He wants to spend more time with you alone. He wants to see how far he can push things.

“Hey!” Kakashi trots up to you, calling your name. 

Your eyes widen with fluster. “Hey.” You barely choke out the word, you're so surprised that Kakashi is even approaching you.

“After the last joint mission I asked your captain to allow me some time to develop your combat skills.”

“My combat skills? Did I do a bad job?”

Kakashi smirks, you may have asked a simple question, but behind it your thoughts spin out of control. 

Oh my gods, did I embarrass myself in front of him? How could I not have noticed it? That’s why I catch him staring at me. He thinks I’m an idiot. All this time I was hoping he had a crush on me but actually, I was just a fool in his eyes. Oh gods, oh gods, geezus, fuck.

Kakashi almost burst out laughing but contains himself. “You didn’t do a bad job, but your jutsu are for mid range fighting. We’ve been spending a lot of time up close with enemies and I want to make sure you have sufficient taijutsu skills so you can protect yourself.

Okay, so I didn’t embarrass myself. Well that’s a relief. Oh, crap. Thank the man. Come on now, he’s giving you private lessons. The best shinobi in the village is offering to develop your skills, take the opportunity and thank him. Seriously, he’s wanting to help you. Why are you still not thanking him? Thank him!

“I-um-I…thank you, Kakashi. When do you want to meet?”

Woooow, you sounded so dumb just then. Why does his stupid gorgeous face do this to you?

“I’d like to meet you this evening.”

“Why this evening?!”

“Because I want you to learn to fight in the dark, in case you’re ambushed on a mission.”

“I guess that’s fair? I’ll see you then.”

“It’s a date.” 

He finishes this statement with a smirk, knowing how the term will make your head reel.

I swear if this dream boat says it’s a date a second time I’m not going to be able to stop myself. I’ll push him against a tree and pull out his dick and suck like my life depends on it. Why does he have to be so hot?

Kakashi walks away, regretting leaving the proximity where he can hear your thoughts because it is definitely his new favorite pastime. 

Evening came and you head to the training grounds. Even though it was going to be dark, you were extra careful with your hair style, choosing an elegant loose bun with lots of curls poking out and face framing pieces in the front. You were also careful to make your skin extra glowy so you’d look cute up close. You sigh to yourself. 

Why do I care so much? It’s not like it’s a real date, it’s just training for work. 

You feel like a pathetic school girl, crushing on the star shinobi like you’re back at the academy. You’re literally a top ranking ninja in the village but you feel like a genin around this man. 

Kakashi can see you approaching and activates his jutsu.

As you see his silhouette in the dark your heart starts to pound. How does even his outline look so gorgeous? Gods help me.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Of course captain. Thank you for offering to train me.”

Without warning, Kakashi whips out a kunai and makes to slash across your face. On instinct, you block with your forearm, preventing the blade from tarnishing your unblemished skin.

“Very good.”

Did he really think I wouldn’t block that? 

Then a swipe at your feet causes you to fall backwards but you use the leverage from your forearm to help you complete a handspring, saving your balance and landing on your feet.

That was close.

 “Color me impressed.”

“Tell me, how do you think I made it into the Anbu? Did you really think I couldn’t fight? Or did you think I got in cause of my looks?”

“Seeing is believing, sweetie. I see your pretty looks, I haven’t seen you in a serious fight.”

You scoff but inside your head is spinning. You’re pretty to him. That’s a dangerous thing to know. 

How am I going to resist him if I know he finds me attractive too? Maybe he was staring back cause he’s interested. Please let it be cause he thinks I’m hot and not cause he thinks I’m an idiot.

Your head is spinning and just as you’re caught up in your thoughts a leg comes up to your head in a roundhouse kick. You dodge and go to kick back when he grabs your leg, twisting so that you’d fall to the ground but you jump off your standing leg and strike his face with your heel only for him to disappear and be replaced by a log.

Almost had him.

“No, you didn’t almost have me, sweetie.”

Wait. Did I say that out loud. 

“Where’d you run off to? I thought we were supposed to be practicing close combat?”

A deep chuckle comes from behind one of the logs meant for shuriken practice and you send a shadow clone over to investigate. You watch yourself spar with the silver ninja when you feel someone’s presence behind you.

You whip a kunai out of your pocket and slice as you spin around only to be blocked by Kakashi’s own kunai. From behind the logs, you hear the poof of both shadow clones disappear while you and Kakashi continue to fight. He’s impressive and strong. It’s hard to keep your defenses up when all you want to do is melt into the person you're fending off. You want to be backed into a corner and pinned up against a tree, helpless to escape. You don’t want to fight; you want to lose.

Your heart hammers, caught between the pounding from exertion and fluttering from his close proximity. You feel light-headed till you realize you are exactly where you wanted to be, pinned against the closest tree.

“Is this what you want? Hmm?”

“What’d you mean?” your racing mind tries to understand the question. How could he tell what you’re thinking?

Kakashi’s hands slide to your wrists and bring them together above your head, pressing them into the bark so you can’t escape. Then he takes his knee and slots it between your legs, pressing his thigh up against your center.

“You want this, don’t you?”

Your eyes bug in disbelief. “No” you whisper but it’s an obvious lie meant to save face.

Kakashi pushes his hardened length against your hip. You suck in air between your teeth, unable to understand how you got in this predicament. He’s hard…for you.

“Say you don’t want me again. I promise to let you go if you do.”

Fuck that was hot.

“And if you’re good, I’ll reward you.”

“I don’t-” He squeezes your wrists tighter while rocking his hips against yours, rubbing his length against your upper leg.

 Butterflies zip throughout your body, excited to know he wants you the same way you want him. One hand presses against your wrist while the other wraps around your waist, pulling you against him.

“Ride my knee, pretty baby, show me how much you want me.”

Your eyes lock with his, your chin low, but your eyes never drop from his gaze. You angle you hips up so that you feel your folds drag along his thigh and angle them back down again. Repeating the process over and over, each stroke builds your desire as the friction tugs at your clit. The feeling is incredible but a ball of nerves bounces around your stomach, still in disbelief that it’s Kakashi you’re doing this with. 

You feel yourself wound up tight, need crawling along your skin. You don’t want to be pinned on the tree anymore, you want to touch him, kiss him, pull down that damned mask and see the face that no one else knows. 

As if reading your thoughts, Kakashi removes the hand that was wrapped around the small of your back and lowers the black fabric. His face is just as perfect as the rest of him. He’s gorgeous, truly a perfect creation. You whine and reach for him, unable to touch his lips with yours. A dazzling leering smirk makes you gush into your underwear.  Fuck me, even his smile is perfect.

He leans in, brushing his nose against your cheek as he whispers in your ear, “If you cum for me now, I’ll cum for you later.”

You swear your heart skips a beat. The pressure of your labia against his leg increases, causing your heart to pound with each tightening turn of the coil in your belly. Your chin drops and you pant, searching for air but what you really need is him.

“Please…” you whisper, breathy and quiet, “I need…” you turn your head towards his and he gives in, capturing your lips with his own. You struggle in his grip, wanting to wrap your arms around him but he grapples you tighter, not allowing you to budge. 

Your chest arches into his, pushing your supple mounds into his rock hard pecs. You’ve never felt so desperate in your life. It’s truly embarrassing how much you want him. Every part of him. You’d do anything to have him inside of you at this moment. 

“If you want me inside of you, tell me who’s slut you are.” You look at him shocked.

I swear he’s reading my mind right now. 

“Maybe I am. Now tell me who’s slut you are.”

“Yours.”

“Yours, sir.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Say it again.”

“I’m your slut, sir.”

“Good. Now, shirt off. I want you to walk home with your tits out. If a stranger comments on them, ask if they want to feel. Only once we’re at your house will I fuck you.”

Your cheeks flush a light cherry color. You don’t want to do that at all. You’re home is across town. So many people will see you.

“If you say no, I won’t let you cum now and I won’t cum for you later. You said you are my slut, prove it.”

He lets go of your wrists and you hesitate, trying to decide if you’re really going to demean yourself in front of the village or not. He has you whipped into a haze, feeling desperate for him and easily influenced, but this is a level that you weren’t expecting. 

Slowly your hands creep down to the hem of your shirt, pulling up the edge of the fabric over your head. Before you can fully finish taking it off, Kakashi drops you to the ground, your head and arms still tangled in your shirt. 

“Naughty girl, you really would do anything to have me inside you.” Kakashi punctuates his sentence with a slap to your exposed breasts. “You seem to be forgetting though, you’re my slut. So I’m not going to share you with strangers. If they see us fucking, that’s fine, but they’re not going to touch my property. I own you now, sweetie, and I’m not going to let you go. You understand?”

You nod your head, stupidly realizing he probably can’t see it cause of the way your shirt’s wrapped but he doesn’t care; he’s yanking off your bottoms and has them caught at your ankles. He pushes your legs up, holding them behind your knees so you’re in a ball on the wet grass.

Kakashi’s finger traces the center seam of your folds, dipping in at the base of your heat and pulling away. You can feel a trail of slick stretch between you and his finger pad, connecting the two of you as his lifts his pointer finger to his lips. The string breaks just as his tongue drags over his print for a taste. 

“What a wet little whore. I know you’ve been wanting me.” he dips his finger back into your center then licks the digit again with a wet pop. “I can hear your thoughts.”

You go rigid. Every embarrassing thought, every lewd internal dialogue, he heard it all. Fuck me… 

“My sweet, sweet slut, I’m here to give you everything that nasty heart of yours desires. I’ll make sure to fuck you nice and rough.”

You feel a warm appendage rub along your labia, followed by an insertion. You hiss, nipples stiffening, back arching, and a low moan of satisfaction gets lost in the night air. 

“You feel so much better than I imagined. Fuck. So warm and wet, and so tight.” Kakashi begins stroking, his length sinking in right up to your cervix, kissing it with each intrusion. You squirm below him, the feeling of his tip dragging along your walls has you needy and all you want is for him to go faster…and harder.

“Does pretty baby want it harder? Yeah I know you want it harder, I can hear you thinking about it.”

You yelp, embarrassed that he’s still reading your thoughts. Kakashi begins to pound into you, jolting you against the earth, your back is getting stained by the grass as you slide on the ground. Kakashi rests on his knees, keeping your feet over his shoulder. He hugs your legs, thrusting into you, watching how your tits sway with the momentum he provides. 

He leans forward, bending you and deepening his angle. You can’t see him with the shirt covering your face but you can imagine the hunger in his eyes. He gets a certain look when he’s sparring and you know he’s wearing that same look right now. 

You flutter around him, straining to close around the rod he has shoved inside of you. 

His eyes bore into your chest, mesmerized by it. He licks his lips then leans all the way down, cupping one breast in his hand, the other still supporting his weight. He wraps his lips around your peak and begins to suck on it, allowing his teeth to close on the flesh. 

You cry out, the sensitivity of the area makes it painful but it hurts so good. Kakashi continues to pull the bud into his mouth till he tastes a tangy discharge. Coupling the strokes of your core with the suckling of your breast, you feel yourself release all over his shaft. You spasm beneath him, while he rides you through the orgasm. 

He continues to milk you as much as he can but the gratification of being between your legs becomes all-consuming so he lets go and rolls you to your stomach. He straddles you in the prone position and swats at your behind as he watches how it jiggles with the impact of his hips. 

The wolfish spirit that always simmers below the surface starts to emerge. He slips one hand under your hips, lifting them to angle you better while the other hand, that’s supporting his body weight, pushes your shirt-covered face into the dirt. 

It’s all you can do to grit your teeth and take what he gives you, the pain mixing with the pleasure. The humiliation contrasted with the thrill. Your moans and cries come out in a blend of strange sounds that can only be described as animalistic. You hear the sounds of footsteps approaching, followed by gasps and the sounds of more than one person retreating. The embarrassment of being seen like this makes the squelching sounds louder.

“Little whore like when people see her humiliated, hmm? You got so wet for me when you had an audience. Should I ask them to come back?”

You can’t answer him cause his pace becomes so harsh, you don’t have air to form words. 

Feeling ready to release, Kakashi pulls your hips up all the way, dragging your head and arms along the ground. You’re lifted into a doggy position where Kakashi unleashes every last ounce of strength on your dirty, tangled form. 

Loud slapping sounds pound through the night from how your wet core collides with Kakashi’s soaked pelvis. Your fluids have made a mess of the both of you. A creamy white ring develops around his base and Kakashi is so glad he can see its thickness in the moonlight. 

The intensity of his pace has you screaming out ‘thank you’s’ between a slew of curse words and appeals to the gods.

Now when he tries to tap into your thoughts, he finds that you’re flipping from a jumbled mess of desires to an empty void. He’s successfully fucked you stupid and all you can do is happily scream. 

His pace increases till you fall silent and your only sounds are labored breaths as your body quakes, your wall flutter, clamping down till he almost releases inside of you. But determined to see you decorated, Kakashi manages to pull out just in time to flip you over and spill his spend over your grimy chest. 

Once you’re glistening with cum, he pulls your shirt the rest of the way off to reveal your red, dazed face. 

Gazing at you, he slots himself back inside your hole while his hands smear his seed around your breasts. After creating a muddy mixture, he then decorates your cheeks and nose, telling you that you’ll have to wear it home. 

“I’ll what?!”

“You’re going to walk home wearing me. You said you are my slut, time to act like it.”

You look away, embarrassed but a harsh pinch to both peaks brings your eyes back to his. Kakashi twists your nipples, emphasizing his words, “Am I being clear?”

“Yes, sir, I’ll wear your cum while I walk home.” 

“Good girl. Also, I expect you to come to work tomorrow without underwear on. I’m going to fill you up in the locker room before your mission and I want my cum leaking down your thighs all day. Understood?”

You nod, realizing you’ve just unlocked an animal, but you can’t make yourself regret it. Not when it’s the best sex of your life with the most amazing man you’ve ever met. Now, he wants to do it again. You pulse around his semi still lodged between your legs.

“Yes, sir. I understand.” you chant obediently.

“Gooood, now get up. You have a long walk home.”

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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

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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

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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.