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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 Pt. 1

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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

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

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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…

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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

“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?!?!?!?!”

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

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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.

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

Leather Daddy

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Obito x F!Reader (Modern AU)

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

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

Word Count: 4.3k

Side Notes:

Update: Custom fanart is here! Thank you @akirasukuna

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmmm that smells amazing. What is that?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Obito, how long have you lived here?”

“About 5 years.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Obito, what was that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Obi…” 

“Y/N…”

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

Obito flushes deeply. 

“Fine you caught me”

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

“I…I strip.”

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

“Cause it’s embarrassing”

“And hot!”

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

“What do you have in mind?” 

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

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

“What’s the field of battle?”

“Beer pong?”

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

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

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

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

You drunkenly taunt each other,

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

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

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

“Kitten?” you repeat with a raised brow

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No way” he groans in disbelief. 

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

“YEEEESSS!”

“FUCK!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I said you have too many clothes on Kitten”

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

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

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

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

“Up” he commanded.

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

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

“Open”

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

He thrusts in and out as you slobber all over him, spit dribbling down to your bare chest. His thighs, encased in leather, brush your nipples as he rocks back and forth. Your breathing becomes labored as your attraction increases. Rubbing your thighs together, trying to create friction, imagining the cock you are swallowing is instead stretching out your cunt. 

He looks down on you pitifully but with a surge of triumph. You want him, finally, his dream girl wants him back.

“You mess with the bull, expect to get the horns. Didn’t anyone teach you that Kitten?”

You look up at him with doe eyes and shake your head ‘no’, mouth full of cock. 

“Then let me teach you a lesson” he says with a sharp thrust that plunges his dick all the way down your throat.

You gag and try to cough but you’re pinned under his weight, having lost full control over the situation. A hungry smile spans Obito’s face as he thrusts in and out of your mouth, freely fucking your face, making him wonder why he didn’t just tell you about his side hustle sooner.

The most lewd noises come from your mouth as he repeatedly pushes himself down your esophagus. Your head tilts up, neck muscles straining against the intensity of his thrusts, you hate to admit that you are in heaven. A thin trail of tears leaked out of the corners of your eyes as you try to keep up with his basal desires.

Satisfied with your mouth, he pulls out allowing you to suck in all the air you had been deprived of while strings of spit trail down your mouth, pooling on your chest. Between the slobber and the tears, you looked like a pathetic mess and he loves it.

You swallow hard as he leans down over you. His length grazing your abdomen when he whispers into the shell of your ear, “I’m just getting started, Kitten.”

Goosebumps immediately erupt all over your body. Hovering over you, he lightly trails his gloved hand down from your cheek, over your barren chest, sliding down your ribs and waist, before gliding over to your heat where he inserts two fingers between your folds. 

You make a small whimper and look up at him softly. He smiles knowing you want to lean up and kiss him. He complies with your wish and leans down to push his lips into yours, sliding one hand under your head while the other feels your squishy walls suck in his fingers, tight and needy from your insatiable appetite.

Fireworks. That is the best way to describe it. A loud lustful booming fills your mind as you play with and nibble Obito’s bottom lip. You feel the burn of gunpowder with each touch of your skin. The desire you have for him is unmatched by anything you have ever experienced in your life. You wiggle in your restraints wanting to touch him the way he is touching you. You rut against his fingers as your slick coats the gloves, leaving residue around his third knuckle. 

You murmur his name, moaning for him in a way you never expected to. The coiling in your lower abdomen only feels a small amount of relief as he adds a third digit. The squelching sounds omitting from between your legs lay testament to the impact of his wardrobe. 

“Do you finger all the girls like this when you strip for them?”  

“They beg me to, but there’s only one pussy I wanted to feel.” He whispers in his sultry voice. He can feel you squeeze around him when he speaks.

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah” he breathes in your ear before nibbling the lobe. You feel your nipples stiffen and your legs squirm. He lays butterfly kisses on your neck and clavicle. Your breath stuttering. 

He moves down to your folds, gently nudging them with his tongue, almost asking for permission before diving in. Lifting up your legs he massages the skin between your rear and slit. It feels relieving after always being rubbed by the fabric of your thongs. 

Then he curls his tongue into the base of your entrance causing you to twitch slightly. You hear an unmistakable slurping sound and crane your head up. He looks at you with a twinkle in his eyes.

“What? You taste good and you have a lot of cum dripping out.” 

Amused you smile wide, rolling your eyes as you throw your head back into the pillow.

His tongue explores your entire labia and runs circles around your bundle of nerves. Whenever he wants your hips to buck, he latches his lips over your bud and sucks hard. When he wants your legs to spread, he points his tongue and shoves it between your folds, and when he wants you to shake, he slurps at your entrance, lapping up all the cum he helps you produce. His mouth plays you like an instrument.

You struggle against the cuffs. The pleasure making you tighten all the muscles in your core. All you want to do is run your fingers through his unkempt hair but the damned cuffs are stopping you. 

He gave a low chuckle into your warmth, laughing at your struggle. 

“It seems I got you where I want you, Kitten. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

He sucks your clit and pulls backwards allowing it to release with a small pop before licking a stripe along your entire sex. He crawls back up to your face to allow you to kiss and suck your juices off of his lips, chin, and cheeks.

“Now who’s your daddy?” he husks in your ear

“You are” you reply with desperation, lunging in for more of his talented mouth. 

“And what do you want your daddy to do?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Beg.”

“Fuck me Daddy. Ruin me. Do anything you want with me, just give me your cock.”

“Alright Kitten, I’ll give you what you want.”

He lowers himself and playfully lifts each of your legs up into position with a domineering smile on his face. He lines up his length, tickling your bud as he lubricates himself with your fluids before plunging in and making you groan from the massive intrusion. 

He begins stroking in and out of you. You salivate so much from the sensation that you start to drool. How have you not thought to do this sooner? This entire year you could have been getting dicked down this good on a near-daily basis. 

“Fuck daddy! Oh fuck!”

“That’s right, thank your daddy.” He coos as he continues stroking in and out of you. Your tight velvety walls enveloping everything he pushes into you. 

“Thank you daddy.” you cry

“You’re welcome, Kitten” he growls with increasingly harsh strokes.

He smacks your tit while he thrusts. His leather-clad thighs collide with your ass cheeks. You can't contain yourself. Saying his name like a mantra, you want to be the only one he touches this way. He better not expect to make you feel like this and still get to be with other girls. You are going to do everything in your power to own him when this is all said and done. 

Feeling the ridge of his tip drag against your plush insides has you groaning in a primal way. Your breasts rocking with each upward motion. Looking down on you, you are just as beautiful as ever. 

Each snap of his hips pulls at the metal around your wrists. Bruises form on your skin from the beating. It's worth it though. He begins to drill into you with rapid-fire thrusts that seem impossibly fast. It only can be done courtesy of his extremely muscular physique. The bout of speed has you shaking into an orgasm, legs twitching till your body goes limp. 

He kisses you, letting his tongue explore your cavern till you recover enough for him to flip you over. Arms twisted, cuffs tighter, he brings you to your knees and re-enters with the same brutality as before. He is taking you from behind like a feral animal. 

Hips ramming into hips, leather smacking onto the backs of your thighs, his rhythmic onslaught is merciless. You scream into his pillow certain your cervix is bruised. His balls swing into your swollen bud at a pace so quick it is reminiscent of your favorite pink vibrator. You can feel the tension in your stomach about to snap as his vigorous assault pummels into your tethered body.

You seize and convulse as another orgasm tears through you. Obito has to slow down. He doesn't want to bust just yet and your spasming cunt is threatening to milk him dry. He has waited a year for this moment and he isn’t sure it will ever happen again. 

No, he's going to get one more from you. 

He flips you back over as if you are weightless, and pushes your legs up to your ears. Your feet now by your wrists, he found himself wishing for a second set of handcuffs to restrain your ankles. A malevolent smile appears on his face. He can bend you in any shape he wants and your body will happily comply. It's his now. His to do with whatever he pleases. 

Sliding in and out, he isn’t railing into you anymore. There is more passion and tenderness despite the kinky angle. His abdominals do a crunch with every upward thrust. You watch him, mesmerized by each movement of his body. Your tongue wants to dance along his skin. You want to lick a stripe up his neck and wreak havoc in his mouth. 

He is perfection and you wonder how long you have felt this way about him. Certainly, it didn’t just begin tonight. There’s no way this feeling is new. A feeling so strong you tremble under his shadow, mewling and panting as you gaze up at him. Your body overly sensitive from multiple orgasms. Your clit has its own pulse; it's throbbing violently from the night’s activity. 

He can't help but stare at you. His eyes bore into you. You look up at him wondering what his scarred skin feels like under your fingertips. You wonder what you would look like in a photo together. You wonder what it is like to spend the night in his arms. As he drinks in the image of your face he can't help but wonder the same things. Almost as if your minds are somehow linked. 

He grunts, starting to feel close again. The intense and intimate eye contact makes you come undone. Your eyes screw shut, seeing stars, as you feel the tension in your belly snap yet again. You wrap your legs around Obito’s waist. Locking your ankles, you hold him inside of you while you roll hard on your last orgasm. Wrists once more straining against the metal cuffs.

When you are finished Obito chases his own orgasm. He's so close before you clamped down around him and now he is only a few strokes away from bursting. He quickly pulls out of you with a loud squelch.

Curses fly from Obito’s mouth as he came. He paints your belly white as a seemingly endless amount of seed shoots from his tip. Blissful moans mix with the curses falling from his lips as he strokes his shaft, ridding it of all its contents.

“Holy hell, Obi!”

“Shit that’s a lot. Sorry, I’ve been wanting to do this since the day you moved in.” He says as he scoops some up with his finger and sticks it in your mouth. You suck it off like a good girl, licking your lips when you’re done.

You exchanged smiles as he straddled you near your face, warm leather against your chest. You were close enough to lick his sensitive tip while he finally undid the handcuffs. 

“The day I moved in, huh?”

“The second I laid eyes on you.” he said, dismounting and looking somewhat serious.

“Do…do you mind if we do this more?” you say, rubbing your wrists, trying not to feel the embarrassment but needing to know the answer.

He responded with a cheeky grin. The tables had turned. It is no longer him pining after you. You are the one begging for him now. He reaches out and strokes your lips with his thumb. 

“I’d be down to do this more.”

“Do-” you close your eyes trying to muster the courage to say what you want. “Do you mind if you do this with me exclusively?”

“You mean like be your boyfriend or something?” He says with a mocking smile, sitting on the bed, leaning up against your body. 

You sit up so your face is right in front of his. “Yeah, like my boyfriend or something.” you pant, staring at his lips, feeling the lust creep up on you again.

“I guess I can do that.” 

He grabs your hair and pulls your head back, tilting your chin up to kiss you tenderly. You rake your fingers through his hair and pull him all the way back down on his bed. Demanding round two, rolling over so he was underneath you, ready to seal the deal.

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@decayedbong

[detectivestucks]

Arranged Husband Kakashi

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, death, kidnapping, implications of rough sex

Word Count: 2.5k

Arranged Husband Kakashi is arrogant as a child. He watches you from the sidelines, glowering at your weakness. Why don’t you get it? It’s so easy. You do your best but you’re just not good at things the way he is.

Arranged Husband Kakashi who is forced to give you private lessons by his father, Sakumo. The kind older man knows how difficult his talented son can be. Young Kakashi’s ambition can expose distasteful behavior. He bitterly complained about losing precious time training to teach you while Sakumo assured him that teaching ninjutsu helps one master it.

Arranged Husband Kakashi who realized his father was right as he saw his jutsu’s triple in strength over the next few months. He stopped complaining about teaching you and started coming to your house, begging you to come over. 

Arranged Husband Kakashi who was the prize of your academy class. His talent and good looks have turned you into a target and you find yourself on the receiving end of much bullying. One day at school a girl stole your lunch telling you that you’re too fat to need it anyways. You are actually quite small but that doesn’t stop you from believing her harsh words. You walk to the edge of the playground to sit by yourself as the other kids enjoy their meals. 

Arranged Husband Kakashi who is swarmed by his many admirers but still notices you by yourself. He gently pushes the other girls aside, ignoring their pleas and questions, walking towards you in a trance. He can’t stand to see your sadness as you are usually so happy. “Why are you crying?” he asks. You feel yourself shiver in embarrassment. “Because I’m fat and I can’t eat my lunch.” you sniffle. “Fat? Are you insane? You’re the smallest girl in our class. Who took your lunch?” With a shaky hand you point in her direction. Your bully immediately turns red as she hides the stolen lunch behind her back. Kakashi created a shadow clone to go grab it while he stayed by your side and comforted you.

Arranged Husband Kakashi who was a jerk to everyone but you. Even people he considered his friends he didn’t have time or patience for, but even when you were being a bit of an airhead, cause let’s face it, you are such a ditz, he has all the patience in the world. You are his priority even when training and it makes his father proud that you are turning out to be an excellent choice as a future bride. 

Arranged Husband Kakashi who loses his dad one night and it changes him. He misses school and the sight of his empty desk freaks you out. First chance you got, you snuck away and ran to his house to see what was wrong. When you see the police, your heart sinks to your stomach. From the door, a far-too-brave Kakashi stands, talking to the detective and accepting their business card as a covered body is carted off. Just as the Uchiha police force leave, you run to bang on the door. “Kakashi open up!” He ignores you and you panic. “Kakashi, please!” You know he’s hurting and you can’t be there for him if he shuts you out. Over the next month a darkness takes hold in his eyes but that doesn’t stop you from coddling him. You’re at his house all day, every day, cooking, cleaning, training, sometimes even sleeping so that he won’t be alone. 

“Do you think your parents will sell you to another family? Are we no longer engaged?” he asked sheepishly one night.

The two of you had become connected at the hip since that dark day and you knew something was eating at him. You just didn’t expect it to be this. “I- I don’t know. But I don’t think they’d have allowed me to stay here all this time if the engagement was off. Maybe your father already paid them for my hand.” It turned out you were right. Sakumo had paid your parents when you were born to marry his son. He was interested in how your family’s ice nature would pair with the white chakra he hoped he passed on to his son. That meant Kakashi isn’t going to lose you along with his father. He’s not alone and that thought saved him.

Arranged Husband Kakashi who didn’t get paired with you when you graduated from the academy. He got paired with your most likable rival, Rin. She always had a huge crush on Kakashi and she is so nice. You can’t stand her cause of it. What if things get dire on a mission and he saves her? What if he falls in love with her? Your heart hurt but one fact eased your worries. Obito was a part of their group and he loved Rin. He’d never let Kakashi get together with her. 

Arranged Husband Kakashi who lost Obito during their last mission. You held his hand at the funeral as he pressed his other against his new eye. Rin stands on his other side, beside herself with guilt and grief. She blames herself for his death. If she hadn’t gotten captured, he’d still be here. Your stomach churned, imagining how she feels but your fingers lace tighter with Kakashi’s. You aren’t about to let grief bring the two of them together. Kakashi is yours.

Arranged Husband Kakashi who loses Rin only a short time later. Her accidental murder absolutely wrecking him. You try to console him but he keeps pushing you away, afraid he’ll hurt you next. Your entire body quakes as you cry, begging him to let you into the house. “Please Kakashi, let me be here for you! You don’t have to be alone!” But still, he locks the door, telling you the marriage is off. 

Arranged Husband Kakashi who trails down a dark path over the next few years. Once he joins the Anbu he’s completely gone. The man he was is missing; only a talented shell of him remains behind. You see him every time he’s home, walking through the village. You call out to him but he ignores you. He knows you still love him and that’s why he can’t acknowledge your presence. He still loves you too and the best thing for you is to stay far, far away from where he can hurt you. Guy consoles you as your eyes mist up.

By this time, there are no more lines of girls crushing on him, only evil rumors of “Friend-Killer-Kakashi.” You hear the nasty whispers and explode on the shinobi who dare sully his name. “He’s thrice the ninja you’ll ever be and protects his comrades with everything he’s got! Say something again and I’ll freeze your dicks off!” Your unique ice style has been an incredible asset to the village and has promoted you to Jonin but in recent years, it has been more useful for threatening men who either disrespect your love, or try to make a move on you. “Oh come on princess, you’re not engaged anymore. Why not let me take you out for a test ride?”

Arranged Husband Kakashi who smiles to himself when he hears about your antics. You’re too good for someone like him. Talented and beautiful, yet fierce and strong. But not just strength of body, strength of heart. You have continued to defend him and stand by his side, even when he abandoned you long ago. He’s not sure what he ever did to earn such loyalty but he wishes you’d stop. You deserve better. He just wants you to move on.

Arranged Husband Kakashi who is shocked to walk into the Anbu locker room one day and find you half-naked, suiting up for a mission. At first his heart flutters but then a bolt of anger seethes through him. What are you doing here? You’re not built for these kinds of missions. You are too kind and too good to handle this job. “Leave.” he says as he passes you. “No!” you say, louder than you meant. “I’m not leaving. I earned this.”

“This isn’t the place for you. This job will eat you alive.”

“But this is the place for you?!” The mist in your eyes made them shine bright. You grab his wrist, your body still hardly covered. “You’re not a bad person, Kakashi! You’re good!”

“That’s captain to you.” he says with a jerk of his arm, tugging it out of your grip. You’re left standing there, crushed that he continues to be so cold to you. You love him, you always have and if you can’t pull him out of this, then there's no one who can.

Arranged Husband Kakashi who wishes you’d just leave the Anbu so he doesn’t have to run into you all of the time. Adulthood has done things to your figure that have branded its image to the back of his eyelids and it is all he sees when he closes his eyes at night. Why are you tormenting him like this? Constantly in a state of undress every time he enters the locker room. Just once could you be fully clothed? The way you look at him doesn’t help either. Your eyes widen when you look up at him. They scream out for him and he can’t help the way his body reacts to you every single time. His pants become uncomfortably tight and he’s always concealing his growing boner, which can be hard considering his size. All he wants is to corner you and finish tearing off what’s left of your uniform. He wants to feel how soft your skin is and he wants to know the squish of your chest and thighs. Sometimes his mind grows dizzy from imagining it. His groin throbs thinking about you and it’s made worse by knowing that technically, if he truly wanted to, he could have you.

Arranged Husband Kakashi who requires all the self control he can muster, not to selfishly bed you when he has these thoughts. Instead, he ignores you as best he can and keeps things professional. But one day, on a joint mission with two squads, things get out of hand with the Hidden Mist Anbu and you’re nearly captured. The soon-to-be dead man removed his mask when he saw you. His slimy tongue licking his lips as he greedily drank up your image. Kakashi could see the way your chest tightened uncomfortably as the man openly leered at you. Once the fighting commenced, sure enough, he came straight for you. He grabbed your hair and groped your rear before you fought him off. He only came back harder, pulling your back into his chest so he could grab your breasts and feel your center. He pushed his hardened member into your back and you strained violently to get away. Your struggle was met with a tranquilizing jutsu and once you were out he started to run off with your body. 

Arranged Husband Kakashi who hunted the man trying to take you away from him. He has never ran harder in his life. He isn't going to lose the only ray of sun he has left. You are his, not this bastard’s. When he catches up with the Mist shinobi the slaughter is brutal. He makes the man pay for all the thoughts he had about you. All the misdeeds he was sure to do to you once you were back at their village. His death marked the end of his sleeping jutsu and you woke to Kakashi’s blood-spattered body hovering over your fragile form. 

Arranged Husband Kakashi who lunges into a kiss as your eyes fully flutter open. Your heart leaps in your chest and you can barely understand it, but you don’t care or have time to think about it. He’s kissing you. He’s really kissing you. Your hands grasp at his uniform and pull him closer, causing him to fall onto your chest. “I love you” you confess, “but we have a mission to complete.”

“We’ll talk about his later," he promises.

Arranged Husband Kakashi who keeps glancing your way as you journey home. You catch how his eyes wander to you like a magnet. You’re extra aware of them as you change into civilian clothes and feel them bore into your back as he jogs up to you to walk you home. “How do you know where I live now?” you ask, surprised that he already knew the way.

“Just cause I pushed you away doesn’t mean I didn’t keep tabs on you.”

“You kept tabs on me?!”

“Didn’t you keep tabs on me?”

“Yeah, but- I-”

“What? You think you’re the only one in love?” You stop dead in your tracks right on the stairs, in the well, leading up to your apartment. “You love me?”

Arranged Husband Kakashi who kisses the back of your hand and smiles at your adorable disbelief. “Yes, I love you. I’ve always loved you.” You lunge for his mouth, needing to seal it with a searing kiss before he says anything else as stupid as he’s always loved you. The two of you stagger the rest of the way up the stairs and to your front door. Your bodies pushing up against the portal made it hard to unlock the handle but eventually, you got in and stumbled over to your bed. 

Arranged Husband Kakashi who isn’t nice about how he treats your body. Once the wolf comes out, it’s game over for you. Your skin is littered with bruises and bites. Your legs are still shaking from how hard he makes you cum, and your hair is a knotted wreck. His member aggressively fucked your throat to the point your voice is hoarse and your not-so-puckered rear isn’t much better. The man knows no restraint when it comes to fucking you. Years of pent-up need crashed into you for three hours and one hole wasn’t enough. He needed to take all of you. Mark you, consume you, devour you, till you can’t remember your own name. It is the most amazing afternoon of your life.

Arranged Husband Kakashi who sees your glazed-over expression and kisses your forehead tenderly before asking the question you never thought you’d hear, “Will you marry me?”

Arranged Husband Kakashi who holds his breath after the question only to be surprised by your fit of laughter. He can’t understand what about the situation is so funny but through your wheezing you manage to say, “I was always going to marry you, silly!”

“So is that a yes?”

“Yes!”

Arranged Husband Kakashi who holds you close on your wedding day, amazed that after all this time you still chose to marry him. Even after everything that’s happened, you’re standing here, grinning like you just won the lottery. Do you even realize how crazy you are? Through the day, as people come to congratulate you, he can’t help but pull you towards him with every interaction till you are squished into the side of his body. You are his, forever, and he is never pushing you away again.

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Kakashi as Your Brother's Best Friend

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Modern AU Kakashi x F!Reader

Summary: Kakashi is your brother's best friend. He's spent his entire life focused on his goals, always ignoring you, but thanks to tragedy, you became his focus.

Warnings: NSFW, car accident, fingering, rough sex, overstimulation

Word Count: 3.2 k

A/N: this started as a headcanon then I turned it into a oneshot. But it's fine...it'sfine, it'sfine.

Your brother’s best friend, Kakashi, didn’t notice you much growing up. He was focused on himself and his studies, always aiming to reach the same greatness as his father, Sakumo.

He was so cool compared to your goofy older brother. His nonchalant attitude, a cloud of mystery only piquing your interest all the more. 

You’re little heart yearned for him, quickly developing feelings and becoming your first crush. He was so amazing and your eyes turned to saucers each time you looked at him. It wasn't long after that your heart fell once you realized you were one of a long list of girls who also had the same feelings as you.

What was worse is that the other girls were at least in his grade while you are a year younger, sitting at only 14 months behind your brother, Obito.

Kakashi, with his well-earned arrogance, called you silly for rooting for your brother when he was obviously going to lose in all their games. He just couldn’t understand why you wouldn’t root for the winning competitor? He was kind of a jerk most of his childhood but that didn’t put a stop to the admiration blossoming in your chest.

Then one day, after years of disregard, he started talking to you. He came to your house after school and you answered the door. By this time you were teenagers. Kakashi and Obito had become seniors in high school and puberty had done right by him, making your feelings even more intense. His signature hair lifted and swooped to one side, his frame tall and slender, but still the bulk of his muscles showed through his clothing. In the quiet between you, he softly asked how you were, accepting your one-word answer before he went to find your brother.

You were stunned into silence with the simple question. It wasn’t like him to focus on others unless it was to help improve his life goals. A trait that made your brother the bane of Kakashi’s existence since Obito was always running behind and holding him back. What had changed for him to suddenly acknowledge your presence? 

The moment shouldn’t have had the impact it did but those lifelong feelings for him magnified everything.

Then the night of Obito’s car accident, Kakashi came rushing to the hospital. Obito laid there, his body crushed on one side and his mind in a coma. The sight of his best friend in this mangled state humbled him. It reminded him of how fragile life is. It caused him to face feelings he had shoved aside after Sakumo’s death. Feelings he wasn’t ready to face again.

He found you already at your brother’s bedside. Obito and you had lost your parents years ago; it was just the two of you. He can’t just leave you behind, not when you’re both so young. 

Your heart twists in your chest and your throat squeezes shut. You couldn’t greet Kakashi even if you wanted to. Your entire focus was on your brother; your body trembling with stress as your mind reels with uncertainty.

When Kakashi went to comfort you, it was the first time you tore your eyes off of your brother, only for the silver haired man to discover that the red had awoken in your irises. Your family’s unique trait was brought to life from the strain of possibly losing the last member of your family.

Kakashi pulled you into a life-giving hug. His strong arms encircling you in a way that said he will stay by your side as long as you need him. He wasn’t going to abandon you, not for a second. Though you had longed for some kind of physical touch from Kakashi most of your life, this wasn’t the way you had imagined it. Not like this. Why did it have to be like this?

He came to your house every day to help you cook and clean. He walked with you to the hospital and then home again, always making sure you were well fed and wanted for nothing.

The two of you became close during Obito’s hospitalization. Your feelings for him only intensified. You kept finding yourself looking at him, dying to tell him the truth. The confession on the tip of your tongue, but the strength to admit it could never be found.

Then when Obito awoke, it all came to an end. He stopped visiting as much, he stopped walking with you, and he nearly vanished from your life. It hurt so bad and you wondered what you did wrong. Amidst the relief you felt, there was also a gaping hole left in your life. Was Kakashi only there for you cause he missed your brother? Was he only by your side cause he needed comfort? What did you do for him to discard you? It ate away at you and once more you were left behind and shoved to the side.

What you didn’t know was that he had realized his feelings for you and became fearful of them. He had grown to love you in an overwhelming way and he knew you’d never view him as more than a brother so to protect himself he cast you aside. Despite how much he wanted to reach out and hold you, he wouldn’t allow it. The best thing for you both was to pretend it all never happened. You were just his best friend’s sister.

It wasn’t so easy for you though; you felt a soul crushing desire for him. He came over on weekends to see your brother but no longer acknowledged you. It was as if you were a mere apparition to him. Your lips would part as if to say something but only silence existed between you.

The silence continued through most of college, his mind focused on his studies. He was not going to allow you to distract him, no matter how adorable you were or sad and dejected you appeared when he trained his eyes forward on your brother instead of acknowledging your existence.

He focused on himself, which took more and more practice as your presence continued to haunt him. In desperation to distract him from you, he picked up a smut book one day and couldn’t put it down. The moving story line compelled him to turn page after page. Yet with each passing word the female protagonist morphed into your face. Soon he was unable to get you out of his head. Your image, tormenting him, occupying his mind, especially in the most intimate of moments. 

He began to lose his sanity, picturing you doing the depraved things described in his book. He wanted to reenact them so badly but he knew he never could. His feelings for you grew out of control and it crushed him. You’d never accept him, not after ghosting you for all these years. 

Then he came to your house to visit your brother one weekend. You answered the door, cheeks immediately blooming with a red tint and eyes suddenly downcast. For a moment he had hope. Hope that you were possibly blushing for him. But surely he was imagining things. There was no way you were displaying signs of interest when it came to him. He can’t allow himself to think like that and ignored you again, stepping inside and searching for Obito.

Part way through the visit he felt the need for a glass of water. He left his friend’s room to come to the kitchen only to bump into you. Your body went flying off of his muscular frame, ricocheting into the wall and bumping the back of your head. Before he knew what he was doing he was holding you, his hand cradling the back of your head. Your eyes flicked up to his and he could see your irises swirled with scarlet as you held eye contact with him. It has to be for him, right? It couldn’t be for anyone else, just him. Please let it be for him.

Feeling reckless, he lunged for the kiss. As your lips collided his body pulled you in close and stumbled against the very wall that just left you with a bruise on your disoriented head. Your mind played fireworks behind your closed eyes, the embers of which radiated down your limbs. The spark that had been lit so long ago, fanned into an all-out fire that consumed you both. Your soft lips moved against his as you kissed him back, returning the affection that swirled within you all those years.

He couldn’t stop his hands from wandering all over. A dam had broke and the flood waters crashed over him, moving his body on autopilot. There was no controlling himself. The way he pushed up against you, the way he grabbed your hips, the way his chest heaved. Your sweet taste and little sounds, it was ecstasy. He’d never get enough of this. 

In your spinning mind, clarity suddenly came to you and you pushed him off of you, afraid that he was only using you. Was he exploiting your childhood crush for a good time? The look in your eyes, was a blend of need and hurt. “I can’t do this” you whispered, crushing your own dreams to protect your heart.

“Please,” he begged, “I need you. I’m not whole without you.” Now that he’d gotten a taste of you he couldn’t let this go. His heart felt ready to explode and he couldn’t go back to how it was before. 

He had you dumbfounded. He needs you? Since when? You were utterly confused and as a result, were at a loss for words. “I-I don’t know what to say, Kakashi. How do I know this is real?” Just as he’s about to answer, your brother came looking for him, calling his name down the hallway. Kakahsi kissed the back of your hand before holding your palm against his cheek. “I’ll prove it to you. And when you’re ready, let me know.”

The man walked away, heart set on winning you over. He wasn’t afraid anymore, he would win your affection. You belonged together and he’d prove it to you.

Kakashi was persistent. He sent you ‘good morning’ texts every day, and wished you ‘goodnight’ every evening. He never missed a day over the next two months, even bringing you flowers to your job each Friday. He wasn’t going to be the guy he was in the past. He wanted to do this right but feared that he had done too much damage. However, those fears wouldn’t stop him. He’d prove his affection because the two of you were meant to be. Every fiber of his being told him so.

He came to your job to walk you home one evening when he found your coworker tracing your arm, the action making you nervous by the way your eyes kept darting down to his finger. The slime had a wide smile on his face while yours was serious. Anger and a sliver of jealousy propelled him forward as he invited himself into the office of your part-time employment. His hand heroically slid over the top of your hip, pulling you into his side where you fit like a glove. “Hey baby!” he gloated while staring daggers into the man who was just touching you.

He made your heart stutter as he touched you. Electricity buzzing from the pressure on your skin as his fingers dug into you, claiming you as his when you hadn’t even decided if you’re ready yet. He scared away your creepy coworker and turned toward you, full of questions. How long had he been bothering you? Had he touched you before? What did he say to you? The worry didn’t mask the jealousy one bit.

You went home with so much on your mind and later the next morning Kakashi received a text, a beacon of light, telling him that you believed him and wanted to give things a try. His heart pounded out of his chest, his body felt full of warmth and excitement. First thing’s first, he needed to ask for your brother’s permission. He finished all of his assignments, submitting them before making the trek to your home, to face his best friend. 

When he entered your home he made a beeline for your room, barging in and pulling you into a searing kiss. If your brother knew about this makeout session he’d flip. Kakashi’s arms wrapped around you and squeezed as he moved his mouth perfectly with yours. You felt yourself melting until you heard Obito in the hall. Kashi reluctantly let you go, ready to face the music.

Voice booming and fists flying, Kakashi was almost murdered when he informed Obito of his intentions. Obito was completely taken by surprise, having no idea that Kakashi even cared for you as a friend, let alone more. He swung on the Hatake, swearing the man is only looking for pussy cause of that damn book.

During the brawl Kakashi admitted he’s been in love with you for the past four years and has never touched another woman. It’s always been you. You were the only one he has ever wanted. He begged Obito to allow him the chance to let him show you how much he loved you and if you rejected him, he'd never bother you again. 

Obito finally released Kakashi from his chokehold, leaving him coughing and fixing his shirt as he composed himself. Anger still lingered in Obito’s red eyes, but he rigidly nodded his head and stepped away. With his hands shoved in his pockets, Obito let Kakashi walk back to your room where you were anxiously waiting by the door, heart pounding out of your chest, needing to know if they were both okay. 

Scratching the back of his head, Kakashi asked if you heard everything he said during their fight. You nodded yes in confirmation. His hand then dragged over his face, nervous about what you were thinking. Finally daring to look up, he saw your eyes water. The tears were an admission that you too have loved him for years. A flame of hope had lit in his chest as he asked “So then, will you do me the honor of joining me for a date this evening?” To which you respond with a resounding yes. 

He went out and created a magical and intimate date night for you. He had set up a tent in his backyard with a projector screen and twinkle lights, sherpa blankets and shag pillows scattered the mattress on the ground, and in the center laid a charcuterie board he’d spent an hour assembling. The two of you snuggled together, watching a movie and drinking mocktails, letting your bodies synchronize in the serenity of the moment. 

Just as the movie was ending you surprised him when you initiated a kiss. Not just any kiss either, one that knocked him off his center. You’re not normally so forward but you couldn’t stop this overwhelming desire that was eating away at your insides. You needed him more than you’ve ever needed anything in your entire existence. You rolled on top of him, swinging your leg over so that you were straddling him as he laid on his back. He could feel how you clenched through the fabric of your pants and you could feel how hard he was for you, the ridge of his manhood sat perfectly below your center. 

Kakashi wanted you with every cell but was afraid to mess it up. His body yearned for you in an unimaginable way. Breath trickled past his lips as he decided what to do. Should he cave and succumb to his carnal desires or should he take things slow? He thinks back to the hallway. How your eyes changed color because of your deep seeded feelings.

He decided he couldn’t restrain himself anymore. His hands explored your back, gliding down to your rear where his fingers sank into the fat. There was something possessive about the action. Something that made your heart stop. He rocked you back and forth, your heat grinding on him as you pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath, eyes locking on his, you memorized the depth that welled there. 

His grip made you feel desperate. Desperate to have him inside of you, so you began to tug up his shirt and trace the outline of his muscles, mapping out every inch of ivory skin. His own need overflowed and he grabbed you by your hair at the base of your skull, and flipped you on your back. The power-move knocked the wind out of you, not due to its roughness but due to the realization that he was as anxious for you as you were for him. His eyes screamed out how broken he’d been while pushing you away. How hard it’d been for him to deny you when you were all he dreamed about. You realized he’d been wanting you as badly as you’d been wanting him.

With nimble hands, he slid your pants off of your body, discarding them to a far corner of the tent before slipping his fingers into your folds. He buried his knuckles deep inside and made a scissoring motion to stretch you. He needed you to be prepped and ready to take him; he wanted this moment to be magical and pleasurable for you, just as it would be for him. He’s waited so long for this but you’ve waited longer. He lined himself up and thanks to the fluids dripping out of you, he had no issues slipping in. 

The silver haired mug left you gasping at the intrusion, your hands sprung to his shoulders and you gripped him with all your strength, as you found your back arching to meet his chest with your own. “That’s it baby, just like that.” he praised as he slowly began to stroke. “You’re doing so good for me.” You started to softly mewl with each glide, your body tightened around him, and milked him as he finally linked your fantasies to reality.

In a mounting pace, he steadily grew in intensity but you could tell he was still restraining himself. He didn’t want to break you even though everything in him was dying to ravage you. And while it’s all so perfect, you wanted know what he was capable of. 

Against your better judgement you whispered in his ear, “Don’t hold back. I can take it.” 

You weren’t sure if that was true but it wasn’t gonna stop you from finding out. What is it that they say about curiosity?

Unsure weather to believe you or not, Kakashi lifted a brow, but all it took was the widening of your orbs and the seductive bite of your lip to send him into overdrive. He started to lose himself inside your walls. Everything he’d felt for you over the past few years drove him forward, his arms encircled you as his hips snapped into your center. The punctuated thrusts shook your entire body and hit a pleasure point that had you grappling at him for support. 

He cooed in your ear, praising you for being such a good girl for him. You took him so well that he was ready to kick things up a notch. His hand found itself back in your hair, his other one grasped at your hip, leveraging you as he spun you onto your knees so fast your hands were already on the blanket before your mind registered your new position. You exclaimed in confusion when he shushed you and leaned his hand on the small of your back, pushing down while the hand in your tresses guided your head into the shag of the pillows.

He had your face buried in the plush surface, your drool soaked the fabric as you were absolutely rocked by how hard he took you. 

Skin slapping smacks resonated as his jewels tantalizingly pummeled against your clit, stimulating you and making you want to close your legs but it was impossible with how his weight pushed you deeper into the position.

Violently, he pulled back on your hair, lifting your face, while forcing a deep arch of your back. You felt your neck strain under the pressure, your moans coming out broken but your cavern’s grip around him tightened as the blood drained from your brain. 

He fucked you dumb on his dick, bending your legs into various positions to see how flexible you could be. He’d been dreaming of this moment and his good girl was going to get orgasm after orgasm for how long she’s waited for him. This beastly behavior was him marking his territory, because after this, just as before with that kiss, there was no turning back. He was absolutely enthralled with you and pleasuring you was his number one priority. 

Looking down, he admired your pretty little body, covered in bruises and drool, hair a wild mess, shaking legs sprawled and eyes glazed over. He wrecked you and though he came already he couldn’t stop. His fingers kept working your nub while his tongue sunk inside your gaping hole. The warmth soothed the abused area making you spasm as his fingers played with your swollen bud. You weren’t sure how much more you could handle, you felt drained from his toying. The mind-numbing pleasure from the man of your dreams was too much to process. “Kashi, please…” you whispered, “can’t take any m-m-more, a-ah-AH!” He pulled a final snap from your core before he let you rest.

Gazing at you as if you were made of gold, he was unsure how he’s going to keep his hands off of you in front of Obito cause now all he wanted to do was fuck you 24/7. Yes, fuck you, turn you into his personal sex doll and see those pouty lips quiver in euphoria at his hands. You were his obsession and he won’t be able to stop himself. “Baby, can we go another round? Please?”

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Dear DetectiveStrucks,

I hope this message finds you well. I wanted to take a moment to express my sincere admiration for the captivating stories you write about Kakashi and Obito. The depth of your characters and the emotional resonance you infuse into your narratives are truly remarkable. Each of your works carries a unique blend of poignancy and intensity, effortlessly drawing readers into the worlds you create.

Your ability to craft intricate plotlines and allow the story to flow so organically is a testament to your talent as a writer. I find the way you develop the relationships in your stories especially the ones about either kakashi or obito very compelling; there is an undeniable authenticity to the way their dynamics unfold, which makes their stories feel so genuine and relatable.

A dear friend of mine recommended your works, and I must say, I’m so grateful they did. Your writing has quickly become one of my favorites, and I’m always eager to see what you’ll create next. Thank you for sharing your incredible talent with the world, and for giving readers like me such a beautiful journey through your stories.

Oh my goodness, you’re going to make me cry. 😭

I was not expecting this response. I’m so happy to hear that my work is being shared and I hope when I publish my novel by 2026, you’ll read it. Thank you so much for your kind words. Truly, you are a beautiful soul. This is exactly what I mean when I say I adore my readers on this page. You are so supportive; always ready to make me laugh and cry and I love you for it.

Thank you 🙏

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Question for my readers:

Almost every day I'll see pairs of people like the same posts. Or I'll see pairs of people read the same story and start to follow me on the same day.

Do you ladies know each other and read my work together or are these just coincidences?

In my soul I hope you're out here sending my stories to each other like a smutty book club.

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Kakashi as Your Professor

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Warnings: coerced sexual acts, oral, facial, filming

A/N: Happy New Year everyone! I know I've been super into the Obito posts so here's a little love to my Kakashi girls. Have a great 2025! 💋

Word Count: 634

Professor Kakashi who comes to class every day wearing slacks and a button-up with the cuffs rolled to his elbow. The veins of his forearms on display as they thread through his bulging muscles.

Professor Kakashi who’s black mask perfectly disguises the lower half of his face in a way that makes you long to know what’s underneath.

Professor Kakashi who’s hand grazes yours as you hand in your midterm, your eyes locking with pupils dilated.

Professor Kakashi who double checked the name on your assignment with a smirk on his face, a plan forming in his head.

Professor Kakashi who botched your grade so that you’d be forced to come and reach out to him.

Professor Kakashi who showed up late to his own office hours in a sweaty gym tank top and grey sweatpants.

Professor Kakashi who warns you that you’ll have to put in extra work if you want to earn back your A.

Professor Kakashi who enjoys watching you twist in panic as you wait to hear what assignments you have to do to preserve your GPA.

Professor Kakashi who manipulates you into being alone with him 3 days a week for the next month.

Professor Kakashi who doesn’t miss the way your eyes linger over the bulge of his sweatpants when your one-on-one sessions take place after his gym time. 

Professor Kakashi who corners you on your way out of his office, locking the door behind your back before you can leave as he towers over you, your spine flush against the wooden portal.

Professor Kakashi who asks if you’re willing to do anything to earn back your A.

Professor Kakashi who’s lip tugs up as your eyes comprehend and your head nods ‘yes’

Professor Kakashi who tells you to get on your knees and remove his sweatpants with your teeth.

Professor Kakashi who chokes you with his length, the muscle pulsing between your lips as it bullies down the back of your throat.

Professor Kakashi who’s hands reach behind your head and twist in your hair, pushing you down on his manhood so that you can’t pull back for air. 

Professor Kakashi who won’t wait any longer to feel you wrap around him. He flings you onto the desk, your short skirt flying up and exposing your white lacy thong.

Professor Kakashi who rips the thin undergarment in his haste to taste you, lapping up your arousal like a dog before sinking his fingers into your weeping slit to feel how you restrict around him.

Professor Kakashi who’s engulfed with desire and ignores how you squirm with overstimulation, instead, shoving his entire length into your heat without giving you any time to adjust to his size at all.

Professor Kakashi who rams into you with dizzying brutality as his pent-up sexual aggression seeks release in your silky walls.

Professor Kakashi who watches your eyes cross as he fucks you dumb on his desk, wondering how many more times he can trick you into doing this with him.

Professor Kakashi who pulls out and cums all over your face, promising you’ll earn extra points if you wear it all the way back to your dorm. Demanding that you text him proof that you made it home before washing it off.

Professor Kakashi who secretly taped your office sessions and promises to delete them if you agree to continue doing everything he says. Using the tape as blackmail because the semester is over and he can no longer hold your grade over your head.

Professor Kakashi who wreaks havoc on your body just because he can, building his library of dirty videos to keep you under his thumb as his personal playboy bunny.

Professor Kakashi who wears a wicked grin when he sees your name on his class roster for next semester, chuckling to himself, “time to pay up little pornstar.”

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[detectivestucks]

girlieee are you abandoning this page?😭

You know what's hilarious is that I literally just got inspo to write a headcanon for both of my pages today.

No, I'll never abandon you guys! I'm just a bit focused on my series on my other page and planning out my novel as part of my 2025 resolutions.

Nothing beats my readers on this page though. You make me laugh and give me all the warm fuzzies. Thanks for checking in on me! I'm gonna start opening requests up again too now that I've found new inspiration.

Sending love your way!!

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Obito as your Arranged Husband

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact.

Pairing: Obito x F!Reader

Warnings: Violence, Unprotected Sex, Baby-Trapping

Art Credit: Kodek_Manga on Instagram

A/N: I got some inspiration during an early morning Tumblr read and this story started spinning in my head. I definitely see myself making more of these for both men cause they're fun and quick to write which means I'm gonna pick back up with my requests and publish them as headcanons

Arranged Husband Obito who has always loved Rin even though he’s been betrothed to you since birth. 

Arranged Husband Obito who ignored you most of your days at the academy because he was always seeking her out. You remember bringing him rice cakes only to be told a weary ‘thanks’ before he left them on the ground to chase after Rin in a game of kick the can.

Arranged Husband Obito who you never stopped trying to connect with because you thought the world of him. He sometimes felt intimidated by the light behind your eyes when you’d stare at him. Your look of admiration brightened the room when he was late due to assisting the elderly, a look that made him shy.

Arranged Husband Obito who became a different man after Rin’s death. Dark and violent. Someone you didn’t recognize anymore.

Arranged Husband Obito who broke your heart when you discovered he was helping Itachi slaughter your clan. The screams of your family echo around the compound leaving you trembling before him.

Arranged Husband Obito who couldn’t stomach the look in your eyes, so different from when you looked at him growing up. Tears brimming the rims of them, the light gone and a darkness of fear taking its place.

Arranged Husband Obito who spared your life, telling himself it was so someone could raise Sasuke when really he couldn’t stand the thought of snuffing out your light even more than he already had.

Arranged Husband Obito who kept visiting the village for many years after to check on you. He watched from afar as you took Sasuke to school and taught him the secrets of your clan.

Arranged Husband Obito who can’t stand it when you go on dates because you are still promised to him, even if you don’t know it. You wonder why you’ve never been on a second date and no one seems to be willing to tell you what you did wrong.

Arranged Husband Obito who leaves small gifts on your kitchen table between missions to remind you that you belong to him. The gifts never say who they’re from but you take a guess, feeling a mix of comfort and fear. You look out of your window intensely every time you find one, trying to verify what you know to be true.  

Arranged Husband Obito who thinks about dismantling the Akatsuki so he can return to the village to be with you. Missions become fewer and his vision for the future turns blurry as he wrestles with what he wants.

Arranged Husband Obito who slips into your bed at night to lay with you. His body carefully pushing flush against your curves. His hand tracing your arm as his face, free of his mask, rests in the crook of your neck. When you wake, he always teleports away, leaving no trace of his presence other than the warm mattress next to you.

Arranged Husband Obito who decided to wait in the dark for you to come home while Sasuke is off on a mission. He scares you half to death and you try to stab him with your kunai before you realize it’s him. 

Arranged Husband Obito who finally made his presence known as he watches your face ping pong between emotions. You don’t know whether to be terrified, excited, relieved, or incredibly sad. You settle on pensive anticipation, waiting for him to explain himself.

Arranged Husband Obito who holds you in his arms as he steals the kiss you’ve been waiting for your entire life. In spite of all he’s done, you still love him. He’s the only man you think about when you’re alone and you always wondered what this moment would feel like. 

Arranged Husband Obito who pulls you into him so your body is crashing against his. His grip on you possessive, hands wandering to where they shouldn’t before lifting off your shirt and slipping below your undergarments.

Arranged Husband Obito who lays you on the bed, crawling over you as your breathing becomes shallow. Your eyes light up once more as you look up at him. His intense stare driving you wild with need.

Arranged Husband Obito who takes you the way he wants to because your body has always belonged to him. He thought about this moment on a loop for the past ten years. How you would feel, what noises you would make, how well you would take him.

Arranged Husband Obito who makes you see stars when he buries himself inside of you over and over again. Your core barely able to wrap around him, your consciousness fading in and out with how hard he makes you cum. It was everything you ever wanted and more.

Arranged Husband Obito who makes you forget his past crimes by pulling orgasm after orgasm from you. Any shame you had at first for sleeping with the enemy has long disappeared with your sanity for surely you’ve gone mental, longing for a warlord the way you do.

Arranged Husband Obito who marries you in secret. Only Sasuke and Itachi know of your affair, being sworn to secrecy, not that they would ever betray a fellow Uchiha...again.

Arranged Husband Obito who plays villain by day and loving husband by night. Harsh to his enemies and tender at home with you. The boy you knew and loved as a little girl knelt at your table each night, sitting before you as a man who you thought was long lost, shoveling rice cakes into his mouth two at a time.

Arranged Husband Obito who quietly becomes sensei to Sasuke, helping him unlock his mangekyou and showing him how to rein its power. 

Arranged Husband Obito who feels guilty about the Uchiha’s demise and bears the need to revive the clan he helped destroy. When you're not home, he replaces your birth control with sugar pills and finds an excuse to stuff your heat every night. Cumming in you so often that it begins to make you feel nervous.

Arranged Husband Obito who fills you with his seed till your shaking from sensitivity before shushing your sweet cries and flipping you over for a second and third round. 

Arranged Husband Obito who finally sees you holding a pregnancy test, anxiously waiting to hear you tell him it’s positive.

Arranged Husband Obito who is the best father you could ever have dreamed of. He’s warm and goofy while always ensuring the safety of the family. He leaves his organization behind and is already trying to stuff baby #2 inside of you.

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Akatsuki Concubine V

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Itachi x F!Reader x Sasuke

Summary: You rinse off after passing out from your breakfast adventures with Tobi. On your way back from the bathroom the Uchiha brothers spot you, anxious to finish what they started last night.

Warnings: NSFW, Bondage, DubCon, slight degradation, unprotected penetration, facial, choking, biting, oral female receiving

Word Count: 2.5k

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

You wake up in Tobi’s room confused and alone. You notice that your body has been wiped off and your hair tied up. You pull off the covers to walk towards the bathroom, still sporting Tobi’s baggy tee and use the toilet. You feel excess deposit slip out of your slit as you do so and take a mental note to ask for some cranberry juice given how active you new role is. After washing up you walk back down the hall to your room where you bump into Itachi. 

“Hello little one” he says in a caging stance. 

You suddenly realize the way he stands blocks you off from the rest of the hallway. 

“Good morning sir” you greet with downcast eyes, trying to avoid conversation. 

“It’s afternoon, sweet girl. Did you just wake up?”

“Well I- um”

“I guess we did keep you up late last night, didn’t we?” He says as he grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles. A twisting sensation in your stomach tells you that this conversation needs to end immediately and you need to return to your master’s side. 

“It’s okay. It’s my job, sir. Now if you’ll excuse-“

“Yes, true. But you didn’t finish your job because there was some - interference. So technically we will need to remedy that.” 

Itachi steps closer to you. So close that you shared the same breath as he informed you of your debt to him. His eyes, similar to Tobi’s, blinked and reopened to reveal blood-red orbs. Terror winds through you. He was perfectly kind but something about how he presented the situation spooked you. 

“I see” you say hesitantly. 

“Itachi, let’s go!” You hear an impatient voice shout from down the hall. You twist your head, turning to see the source, when the younger Uchiha perked up upon seeing your face. 

“Well, well, if it isn’t our little Uchiha slut.”

A dry swallow signals your discomfort and he doesn’t miss it. 

“What? Not interested in serving us?”

“No, sir. Tobi has already told you that I am for his personal use. I don’t want to defy the master.”

“You can’t honestly say that you don’t want more. Or are you more afraid of him than us?”

You step backwards in retreat, but bump into itachi’s chest. Whirling around you see there is no escape past the two brothers. They close in on you, backing you against the wall. 

“Please gentlemen, I don’t want to get caught defying the master.” you plead

“We won’t get caught then” the younger one says as his mouth lunges for your’s. His lips lock you in a sealed kiss where his tongue explores the cavern of your mouth. His hands pull up the hem of Tobi’s shirt in search of your nipples only to pinch them and roll them between his fingers. A small moan of satisfaction slipped out in response and that was all the validation the brothers needed to keep going. 

You tried to pull back, to unlock your lips, to tell him no, but you are already shoved against the wall and your head had nowhere to go. 

“My turn, little brother”

Sasuke released your lips with a gaze drunk on desire before you felt Itachi’s strong fingers grip your jaw and turn your head to the side so he could get a taste. 

“Please, no-” but your plea was lost as he bit your lip and ravaged your mouth. 

Once Sasuke gave away your lips, his hands release your tender nubs and run down your stomach. He sinks to his knees and slides two fingers into your exposed center.

You clench around the digits, lifting your foot in protest but Sasuke sees it all as a reason to wrap his lips around your clit and suck on it till the pressure pulls the nub from your body. 

You squeal as Itachi kisses you, keeping you pinned against the wall. One hand gripping your face firmly, the other clenching around your tit. You try to close your legs and cut off Sasuke’s access but he firmly swats at your center just as Itachi slaps your breast. 

“Open up, whore.”

You nod and allow them to keep using you, hoping that Tobi would never know of this. That after this time it would be over and you would belong to him and only him. 

Sasuke continues to stroke two fingers inside you, enjoying the steady increase in arousal that forms around them. His mouth mimics your entrance and begins to drool. 

“Can’t wait anymore. Need a taste.” He mutters to himself as he leans in with an outstretched tongue.  It snakes in the hole his fingers occupy so he can lick the arousal puddling there. He then hooks his muscle on the top of your entrance before swiping up to your clit. His lips close around the nub and his pointed tongue lifts the hood of your clit to reveal the sensitive ball of nerves exposed and ready to be toyed with. 

You twist and moan but between sasuke’s grip on your legs and itachi’s grip on your face, you were helpless to escape. 

The men were beautiful. More gorgeous than any man who entered the pleasure house but they weren’t your Tobi. 

Itachi’s hand plays with the fat of your breast, enjoying how it squishes in his palm. “So beautiful and well behaved. Come to my room.”

You shake your head in resistance. Not wanting to put yourself in an even more compromising situation by heading off into a secluded room but one look into his eyes and you suddenly realize you’re already there. When did that happen? 

“I’ll let my brother have you first. He seems more excited.”

“Wait!”

But it was for not. You are shoved down on your stomach and you feel spit drop between your cheeks before a swollen head prods at your heat before slipping in. 

He wasn’t gentle. Not a bit. He thrust into you as if you were a toy, knocking the wind out of you. You try to crawl away but he grabs you by the hips and pistons in. 

He takes you from behind, pushing your waist down with his body weight with both hands as you slowly submit. You melt into the mattress with each pump. He reaches so deep and strokes along a spot that only Tobi had found, making you moan against your will. You couldn’t believe yourself and immediately shoved your face into the mattress out of sheer embarrassment. 

This isn’t right. You know your job is to pleasure men. That’s been the only occupation you’ve ever known. Your body has not belonged to you for years but you hate that these two think they’re above Tobi’s orders and you hate that your body is turned on , even a little, at this moment.

Your legs slowly spread apart as he pushes down into you. Your stomach kissing the bed with how arched he forced your back to be. Your face buries into the blanket, your hands clawing at the cloth, trying to brace yourself from how he pumps into you. He grunts in approval, your walls squeezing around him, pulling him into you while he smashes you down. 

After you’ve been fully flattened into a pancake, he spanks your cheeks, turning them red like his eyes. Once they reach the right shade, he grabs two fistfuls and slows his pace, mesmerized by how he disappears inside of you.

“Flip” he orders plainly.

You scramble back up to your knees and roll over to your back, facing him and finding it hard to look him in the eye. He grabs your legs, manhandling them and pinning them above your shoulders. You felt your flexibility tested as he shifts his weight to his hands, further pressing your knees into the skin just above your chest. 

His hips roll in and out of you fluidly, the fine tuned movements of a skilled ninja stroking exactly where you like it most. You watch where your bodies connect, imagining it was the oldest of the Uchiha men. You bite your lip, almost letting his name slip off your tongue. 

Sasuke’s hand releases the back of your leg and grasps your jaw. “Look at me.”

You let your lip slip through your teeth as your eyes gaze into his. He, like his clan, had eyes that turned red from the excitement, with a black pupil and three tomoe. You focus on his eyes, they are like Tobi’s. His skin is far too smooth and young to be him, but if you focus on his eyes, just focus… Suddenly you flutter around his member.

“That’s a good little slut. Cum around my dick.” 

He thrusts with mounting enthusiasm, banging into your hips for what feels like an eternity when suddenly he pulls out, pumping his fist till hot ropes spring out and coat your face. He collapses forward, panting above you. You look down, blinking away the drying cum and then gaze back up at him. His lips part into a smug smile as he lifts his right hand, dips his finger in his seed and spreads it over your lips, glossing them before standing up and closing his pants. 

Relieved it’s over you begin to sit up. However, a gentle hand pushes your shoulder back down. “Now me.”

The older brother rounds the bed and pushes your knees apart. “This time I want something more than just that cute mouth of yours.”

He stands before you, grasps the bottom of his shaft and slaps his head against your clit. You flinch from overstimulation, juices seeping out of your center. Itachi rubs his length along your lips, spreading fluid over the entirety of your sex. 

You moan, the action reminding you of who your body actually belongs to but when you look up, instead of your scar-faced dom, you see the flowing locks of his talented clan member. 

Itachi lines himself up and sinks his mushroom head into your entrance. The sexiest of groans reverberating from his throat as he pushes in further. 

He bottoms out and holds still, letting you feel the stretch. His hand traces up your stomach to your peaks and his fingers lightly trap one of your nipples between his finger pads, pulling it up. You squeeze, eyes shut, teeth grit, and walls clench around him. Yet, the pleased growl coming from this hunky man had your eyes reopen. There is a kindness behind the hunger and it sucks you in, allowing you to fall into his trap. 

His grip adjusted from your perky nubs to grabbing the entirety of each of your tits. He held them in his hands, squeezing them, feeling how they gave way to his grip. His hips mindlessly begin stroking as his focus lingers on your chest. 

His thumb brushes your peak, stiffening it more before he leans forward to trap it between his lips. You felt suction pull your skin further into his mouth at the same time that the power of his hips begin to rock you up and down on the mattress. 

You quietly moaned, the perfect amount of pressure making you tingle until Itachi switched things up and began to use his teeth, biting down on your tit and causing you to cry out. His pace between your legs picks up as the same time. It is almost as if some type of switch has been flipped. Your sounds become louder, volume increasing when a hand slaps down over your mouth and a deep voice scolds you. 

“Quiet whore, or else we’ll gag you.”

With teary eyes you look up to see Sasuke standing over you, his brother’s teeth still biting down on your flesh. He was going to leave a mark and Tobi would know that you were used by someone else; not by him. You struggle, trying to make it stop but Sasuke was quick with restraints. 

Your wrists are tied together over your head and your ankles are tied to your thighs, keeping your knees bent and leaving you unable to crawl away. You continue to struggle but Itachi is completely oblivious to it all. He’s consumed with lust, his entire focus still on your chest, nibbling and marking your breasts as if they belonged to him. 

Tired of listening to your yelping, Sasuke brings another piece of rope to your neck and connects it to the ties holding your wrists together. Your elbows are above your head, arms bent backwards and wrist tied behind your head, with each struggle to escape you choke yourself. 

“Make any more noise and this is going in your mouth.” he said, palming the bulge in his pants. Your eyes widen in understanding, your entire body shifting up and down from the pounding against your core. Restrained and vulnerable, you are completely at their mercy. The two brothers seemed to love being in control. Their eyes bright with lust, their gaze burning into you. Once more you try to focus on the eyes, so similar to Tobi’s. Forgive me Tobi.

Itachi’s teeth explore the expanse of your skin, nipping up to your collarbone but unable to sink into your neck from the rope blocking his access. You are certain that bruises and marks will be left on your skin as souvenirs once this is all over and the Akatsuki’s fearsome leader would be livid. Your mind races, thinking about the other girls and what they must be experiencing. Was this their reality too? Tied down and taken like nothing more than the whore the bandits purchased. 

The pressure of the rope choking your neck grew itchy and uncomfortable. Your face grew crimson from the blood caught by the fibers that dig into your skin. 

However, Itachi’s grunts and sounds of pleasure increase, his pace becoming more punctuated. His beating deep, thrusting all the way to the hilt with every entry. Your toes curl and your hips tilt, angling yourself to increase your pleasure. “Yes” he breathes, finally lifting his face, “right-there.” 

Just as you begin to shake from the way his tip pets your insides, he too pulls out to shove his seed all over your tits. Opulent liquid slides down the slope of your curves and onto the bed, leaving behind a sticky trail that matches the drying liquid on your face. 

Just like his brother, Itachi tucks himself away, closing his pants. “Your debt is paid.” he says softly before turning to walk out the door. Sasuke follows him, but not without first slapping your sex. You squirm from the impact but are stuck on your back. The assholes leave without untying you, perhaps because they find the idea kinky but not you; you are panic-stricken. For starters you can barely breathe, secondly, the door is open and anyone could find you, third, what if Tobi is the someone who finds you like this? 

Your fingers frantically feel for a knot or some kind of weakness in your bindings. You can’t see what you’re doing and you let out a squeal of frustration when you come up short. There is no way to free yourself. You have no idea how to get out of this mess. 

Just as you wiggle and pout at your own poor luck, a tall, hulking, blue man with small shark-like eyes comes walking by with one of your concubine sisters on a leash. He spots you struggling on the bed and stops in the doorway of Itachi’s bedroom, “Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

Fuck.

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

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The Akatsuki Concubine IV

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Tobi x F!Reader

Summary: You wake up in Tobi's arms after the first night of your new role. Breakfast gets hot and heavy till you pass out.

Warnings: NSFW, Stockholm syndrome, Oral female receiving, unprotected penetration, cream pie, nipple play, light restraint.

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: AU where all the members of the Akatsuki are alive and together at the same time.

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 5

When morning comes you wake in Tobi’s arms just as intertwined as when you fell asleep. Your face is turned to his chest, buried in his pecs, and your little fists cling to his skin-tight shirt. 

“G’mornin Kitten”

You yawn and stretch, still recovering from the exhaustion of yesterday.“G’morning T-Tobi” 

“How’d you sleep?”

“Well, thank you for asking. You’re very comforting to share a bed with.”

“Am I now?”

You notice a dust of pink on his cheeks and ears at your admission.

“Yes” you state plainly with a wiggle to nestle further into him.

He holds his breath for a second, almost as if he’s checking to see if this is all a dream before making up his mind and deciding that you are indeed reality. 

“Now I’m not so sure about the answer to my next question, but, how ‘bout some breakfast?”

“That sounds good.” you agree sleepily.

“Excellent, lay still for me.”

You look at him questioningly when he folds you in half to sink his tongue into your hole, still sore from yesterday’s activities. The feeling was so soothing and blissful that you immediately gasped and tried to arch your back. However, the folded position he pinned you in for easy access prevented you from doing so. 

“I said sit still. I’m tryin’ to eat.”

You bite your lip at his demand. His voice is deep and smooth, like butter to the ears. The sound of it makes you gush on his chin in delight. 

He continues to run his tongue along the walls of your warmth, the licking motions continuing to relieve the ache from yesterday’s adventures. It seems to you that these men have not laid eyes on a woman in years from the way they behave. However your eyes were only set for one man, which is a terrible flaw given your occupation. 

Your fingers twist in Tobi’s hair as you push him against your labia, your breathing rapidly increases along with your pulse. He ate eagerly, full of lust. His gaze lifts up, peering at you with desire when you catch how his eyes spin red. The realization caused you to gasp in fear. 

“Sorry baby. I didn’t mean to frighten you. I got too excited.”

You found it amusing that the man who, yesterday, was a ruthless and evil villain is suddenly apologizing for scaring you.

“No, it’s not scary. I just wasn’t expecting it, is all.”

“Good, cause you’re likely to see my sharingan a lot. It has a habit of making itself known when certain…feelings give rise.”

“Is that so?” you say with a smug smile.

“Yes. You are mine, and in this organization that means something.”

You are floored. You can’t fathom what made him link to you this way so, in response to his words, you gently put a finger under his chin and lift it so he crawls over you and meets his lips with your own. You press the most tender of kisses against his lips, exposing your softer side. 

“Thank you.” you breathe against his cheek. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you tight. Something about this entire situation felt far from being a normal concubine but you weren’t about to question it. 

“Come. Let’s grab actual food. …unless you don’t wanna stop yet.”

You blush at that deep baritone again. His tongue really did ebb the soreness from yesterday but it was time for real nutrients so, you stand up, ready to join him. 

Striding  down the hall together, him in his pants and cloak, you in his shirt, you come to a door left slightly ajar. He steps through, pulling you behind him, and you see a long table preset with food waiting to be eaten. 

“One of the Pain puppets usually prepares food for the troops. This room is mainly used for my dining and for meetings.”

You look around before nodding.

“This is my seat.” He says. 

You go to pull out the chair next to him when he tugs you down to his lap. “And this is your seat.”

You squeal as you fall down against his lap and realize his bulge is hardening. Duty calls and for once you’re excited about it. You freed his towering length in a second before sinking yourself down on him. 

The growl that came from the man gave your legs goosebumps. Involuntarily you clench around him and he bucks his hips up into you. 

You grunt out a pleasured noise as you fall forward. Legs straddling him, you face the table and do your best to make a plate, but Tobi is running his hands all over your body, cupping your breast, pinching your nub, rubbing circles around your clit. It was hard to focus or even balance the plate in your hand. 

Eventually you give up and turn around to kiss him only to be denied. “Sorry baby, I need to eat first.” he says sarcastically. You chuckle and the action tightens your grip around him. He moans, not expecting how it would feel to be inside a woman when she laughed. 

You run your hips in circles, stimulating him when his thick fingers wrap around your throat and pull you back to his chest where he can lick your neck before sucking hickies on it. 

The tingling sensation of his lips sealed on the skin of your column caused your nipples to stiffen. Soon you’re grinding on him, gasping as your head lulls back. All thought of eating leaves your mind. There was no time for food when your desires need feeding. 

Your hips roll against his, fluids seeping out of you and down his shaft when suddenly, a shinobi walks through the door with urgency. 

“Lord Madara- Oh.”

“Yes, Pain. What is it?”

“I uh, I- I didn’t see this one last night. Where’ve you been hiding her?”

The man clearly here for another reason, gets distracted by your presence. It seems you caught him off guard with your beauty and compromised position. 

“You didn’t see her cause she’s not yours to have. Only I get toy with this one.” He says to the orange haired man as his fingers find your bud and begin to rub in slow circles. You hitch forward and lose your breath in front of the one named Pain. Used like a proper sex doll right in front of Tobi’s subordinates. Is it always going to be like this?

The purple eyes of the man linger on you for far longer than you liked before he looked back up at Tobi’s scar-lined face. “I came to ask if the missions are set for next week.”

“You’re really going to talk to me about missions at this time?”

“No, I guess not.”

“Good, now leave.”

The man wordlessly turned around and walked through the door. 

Tobi reaches around you on both sides, his arms wrapping around your torso and pulling you back. His mouth, warm behind your ear, tells you what a treat you tasted like this morning and how he needs you again for dessert. 

The fluids that had been leaking down before now gush out of you once more in a slippery mess. Embarrassment hot on your cheeks, you try to turn your face away from him but he presses your cheek against the side of his face. Back arched, legs spread, elbow pinned behind you by his free hand, you are the picture of a bought woman. Squelching rings from where your bodies connect as he continues to thrust up into you. It was sinful how your whorish moans tickled his shaft. 

“C’mon baby. Sing for me.”

Squelch squelch squelch

“Lemme hear how bad you need it.”

You gasp and moan, all of it too much to handle. You try to close your legs but his thighs hold you open. His hand slides from your face to your neck and he closes his grip, choking you as he uses his new hold to leverage you up and down along his length. 

The impossible strength of this man makes you shudder. Chills run the expanse of your extremities while your overused hole is harshly stuffed once more by your mesmerizing captor. You feel yourself grow dumb on his cock as he smashes you down into his lap, letting your chest fall heavy with each stroke. 

Your legs grow tired just as your orgasm strikes. Moans turn into grunts; legs shake from exertion. 

Tobi pets your hair and your neck while cooing in your ear, “good girl, that’s it baby, cum all over my cock. Yeah, make a mess for me.”

You fall limp but how naive of you to think your responsibilities were fulfilled. 

“I gave you your turn. Now it’s mine.” he whispers.

You try to clear your head but it’s groggy. You turn around and straddle his lap while facing him. You begin to bounce up and down along his shaft, letting the entire thing sink into your plush walls and be enveloped in the pink squish that wraps around him. Your legs continue to shake but you must fulfill your duty. He's good to you now but there’s no telling how he’ll react to disappointment. 

You muster the strength to keep your body light as you ride him and work your slit against his staff, piercing yourself with his manhood and grinding till you thought you were going to drop. 

Tobi throws his head back in ecstasy as you slide up and down his lap till his hands grab your hips and take control. He pulls you up and he slams you back down on his spear. His raw power is mind boggling and you can feel yourself give way to his demanding grip. 

You scream out approvals and thank the gods with each stroke of his pen between your legs. It all felt so good to your sensitive folds still recovering from the last orgasm. His pounding forces whining cries from your throat. You quiver and lose control of your limbs just as hot ropes fill your stomach. The seed spurts up inside of you, filling your walls and seeping out at the bottom. 

“Stay” he demands when you shift to get up. 

“But Master Tobi, I need to clean up.”

“You’ll eat with it in.”

You look at his stern expression with a dry swallow. 

“Yes,Sir”

You sit back down but facing the table where you eat your meal with him erect in your puffy folds. The sticky mixture of his fluids with yours leak out of your gaping heat and onto the fabric of Tobi’s unbuttoned pants. Occasionally you feel him twitch inside you followed by a quick and involuntary squeeze of your cunt still wrapped tightly around him. 

Each time Tobi leaned in for another bite of his food you felt his muscles bulge against your back. The cool skin grazing the goosebumps that run along your spine through the shirt still loosely covering your upper body. He hums in contentment as he chews. You keep waiting for him to be done, to release you from your duties so you can bathe but he prolonged his meal. Soon the need grows between your legs again and you begin grinding into his hips once more, sitting astride the mysterious leader of the band of criminals. 

“Feelin needy f’me again?” He whispers in your ear. 

“You’re taking too long.” 

“Slut, can’t be happy with a cunt full of cum. She needs another deposit to be satisfied.”

“Hurry up!” You whine as you rock into him again. 

His deep chuckle is enough to tell you that you’re in trouble. He stands up abruptly and knocks you off his lap causing globs of cum to stream down your inner thigh all the way to your knee. Plates and food are shoved to the side before you’re thrown on your back, pinned between him and the table. “She needs another cum dump in that sloppy little cunt of hers?”

You look up at him with glassy eyes and nod. “Fine, I guess you can have one.” 

He trusts in harshly and you feel yourself jolt against the table. His pace is wild, pistoning into you with such speed that you unravel under him like a ball of yarn. Stretched out and played with, you are nothing more than a few wet holes after everything within the past 24 hours. 

“Please” you beg, “more. Need…more.”

His pace is impossibly fast. You can hardly breathe with how fast he beats against your diaphragm and soon you feel yourself snap, screaming and crying with sheer ecstasy. Your orgasm is incredibly powerful and intense when everything fades to black and soon there is nothing.

Masterlist

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 5

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As far as life goes, it's been hectic but really blessed. I got to leave the country for a few weeks with my boo and grad school is chugging along. This summer was truly hectic but all the changes were good ones. (Including a much-needed divorce.) Hopefully, I have more time for my stories, but I always appreciate my readers. You make it so fun to be on this platform and you entertain me more than you know.

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The Akatsuki Concubine III

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Tobi x F!Reader x Itatchi x Sasuke

Summary: Your first night at the hideout isn't over yet. You wake to find Itachi and Sasuke want to take you for a test run, only to be interrupted by Tobi.

Warnings: NSFW, DubCon, Stockholm syndrome, Oral male-receiving, DP, bondage

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This is an AU where all the Akatsuki members are alive and together. Also Sasuke is aged up in this story.

Part 1: The Purchase Part 2: The New Master

Back in your room you turn on your hands and knees and spot the mattress that lay close to the floor with only a modest frame supporting it. You crawl over to it wondering how the other girls were holding up. You hope they are okay but you are so exhausted you don’t have time to think too much into it. Satisfied and tired, you fall asleep still naked, wearing nothing but your cuffs.

A few hours later, in the middle of the night you wake to two fingers inside your heat, toying with your slit. You stir to realize you are restrained. Your cuffs are tied so that you are sprawled out on the bed, holding you down with your arms and legs spread wide. 

As you realize your predicament you begin to struggle.

“Relax whore, I’m tryin to be nice n' prep you.” 

The voice came from another midnight haired ninja resembling Tobi but younger, much younger. 

“It’s only her first night little brother, give her some time to adjust.”

“What do you think I’m doing?”

His fingers drag in and out of you quickly and your juices loudly swish around the digits as he scissors you open.

“So tight, this one”

You look up towards your hands and see the ropes threaded through the metal loops of your cuffs.

“Don’t fret little one. You’re doing a good job.” 

The hand of the older brother with long hair collected in a low ponytail gently strokes the top of your head as you look up at him in panic. 

Distracted by the older brother, you don’t notice the  younger one disrobing and lining himself up with your slit until he slots himself inside you. Your entire body seizes up and a loud choking noise emanates from your mouth. 

“Guess she likes it girthy.” The younger says with a smirk. 

Your stomach was in knots but you couldn’t help the way you wrap around him. Your grip is tight as a drum, squeezing him as his tip bullies inside of you. The shape of his manhood reminded you of Tobi. ...how you wish for Tobi at this very moment. You wanted him to walk in and save you even though he is the very reason you are in this mess to begin with. 

You lift your head up to look at where your body connected to the younger brother with teary eyes when you feel two fingers jab your forehead back down. 

“Hold on little one. I need some attention too.”

You realize that he has shed his robes as well, and despite how handsome he was, you still just wanted Tobi to be the one doing these things to you. However, instead of your master, what you got was a pet to your throat as you looked up at him in fear. He prodded your face with his round head before sternly demanding, “Open wide and take it like the good girl I know you are.” 

You did as you were told and parted your lips. As soon as you did, they were stuffed with his girth, feeling it jam in the back of your throat while your entire body was thrusted up the bed by the younger brother.

The two spit-roasted you as you lay on your back, strapped down by your restraints, fighting to free yourself between breaths. You gag and scream around the long-haired shinobi’s cock while his younger brother pistoned against your special spot and despite yourself, you felt a coil in your core ready to snap. 

Your gargled screams grew louder, the vibrations making Itachi moan when the door suddenly swung open and the whole room came to a stop. At first the sudden and silent entrance of the masked man seemed like a silent rage had flooded the room. His masked face unreadable, the boys withdraw and your rigid body falls, sinking into the mattress. Tobi sits on the bed beside you and cups your slobber soaked face. He is tender and kind. 

Finally he speaks in his soothing deep voice, “Can you be good for daddy?”

You look up at his with uncomprehending eyes and nod. Slowly he removes his mask and he cuts the rope holding you down. You sit up to hug him, burying your head in his chest. He shushes you and moves you to the side as Sasuke lays in your place. 

“Get on top of Sasuke” he orders. You look at him in disbelief. “Don’t make me ask again. You belong to the Uchiha now.”

You nod and get on top where you feel the one named Sasuke slip back into your slot. Tobi stands behind you, slowly removing the ties of his pants. He leans down and whispers in your ear, “now stick out your tongue for Itachi.”

You comply and just as his weight rests on your open mouth you feel a third tip prod your puckered hole. 

“Breathe deep for me baby”

You inhale through your nose, with Itachi on your tongue, when you feel Tobi sink inside. You gargle around Itachi’s length as all three boys begin the thrust in tandem. 

Tobi reaches down and grabs your wrists, pulling them behind you and folding them across your back. He pins them there with one hand while his other cradles the front of your neck. His warm breath is hot against your ear as he praises you for servicing his clan.

Such a sweet girl you are. A newly discovered gem. A secret ninjutsu user, hiding her fire style from the world. What a wonder you are. His sweet nothings pacify you as every hole in your body is stuffed by the men.

At this point you had been put under genjutsu twice and fucked stupid three times in the same day. Your body and mind had no energy left to fight. It just caved to the pleasure pulsing between your legs and gave way to the whorish satisfaction of an erection down your throat.

Itachi’s fingers run through your hair as his hips thrust against your face, his tip catching the back of your windpipe and gurgling in your mouth. His head lolls back in bliss while Tobi’s panting is steamy against your ear. 

Sasuke’s moans fill the room. His pounding increasing in pace before he announces, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

Suddenly you are ripped away from the men and across the room in Tobi’s covetous grip. 

“She’s not yours to fill”

“Funny, I remember filling her hole two seconds ago.”

“Tobi, you said she was for the exclusive use of the Uchiha. Did you not?”

You look over your shoulder at Tobi who’s face is cold and stern. 

“Circumstances have changed, she is now for my exclusive use only. You’ll have to share with the rest.” 

Sasuke begins to charge forward to argue but Itachi’s hand flys out and thuds across Sasuke’s chest. 

“Don’t. This man is more capable than you think.”

“I’m not weak older brother!”

“Foolish little brother, I never said you were. I’m only saying not to underestimate our leader.”

Sasuke scans your naked body up and down with hunger before sneering at Tobi and snatching his clothes as he storms out of your room, silently followed by Itachi. 

Tobi pulls you close, hugging you tight before spinning you around. 

“You are mine now. Do you understand?”

In silence, you hug him back, grateful that is only the two of you.

“Come. You’re staying in my room tonight. I don’t trust that they won’t come back.”

You loosen your grip and look up at him with a nod. Your body was sore from being used and you’d like nothing more than to remain safe in Tobi’s arms.

He grabs his mask off your bed before draping his clouded cloke over your shoulders. You are ushered out of your room and down the hall towards his own chambers. 

As you pass the threshold, you notice how tidy and plain the room is. It is barren, with only a few small touches of home. You almost felt like you were stepping into someone’s hotel room but you guess a life on the road leaves little time for home furnishing. 

Tobi rummages through his drawers and finds a baggy shirt for you to wear as a nightgown. You happily slip into it, grateful to have something covering your barren body. 

“Come” he beckons from the bed. 

You climb in and crawl up next to him. He drapes his arm over your body and pulls you close to his chest. Each breath pushes up against your back. You feel how easily he falls asleep behind you and know that he is comfortable in your presence. 

As his breathing soothes your tired mind, you can’t help but think about the other girls again. Your night had been intense. If their night was similar, you can only imagine how the rest of their time here will be.

Not all of them have Tobi’s protection. But maybe, just maybe, there are other members of this gang who are like him and feel protective over these newcomers. Maybe all of you will be okay. But how can you think that without knowing the rest of the group?

Your worried thoughts are pushed aside by the light snoring that strokes your ears. The sound recenters you and brings you back to your present. 

Normally you don’t enjoy sharing a bed, however, at this moment you were more than thankful to be under the watchful care of the vicious leader of this band of thugs. While he is quite possibly the worst one, something about him soothes you. You once felt strong and defiant before him. Now you feel helpless and obedient. He pulls out a meekness that you never knew you had inside of you. You didn’t know how to describe it but whatever it was, it’s addicting and crippling.

Blanketed in his muscular arms and his baggy shirt, you drift asleep feeling safe and protected.

Masterlist

Part 1: The Purchase Part 2: The New Master Part 4: The Morning After

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The Akatsuki Concubine II

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Tobi x F!Reader

Summary: You find you are not alone in your predicament but soon find out what your new role is. Your firey defiance leaves you in a one-on-one session with the leader of the entire operation.

Warnings: NSFW, DubCon, Oral male receiving, spanking, nipple play, unprotected penetration, creampie

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: This is an AU where all the Akatsuki members are alive and together. New mini-series.

Part 1: The Purchase Part 3: The Uchiha Slut

After a few hours of loneliness in the strange block room another girl, also partly undressed, appears before you. At first she acts tough, swinging a you and screaming. You scream back and douse her in water with your jutsu to sober her up. Once she realizes that you two are in the same boat, tears well in her eyes. She, like you, had been sold. The life she knew was gone and most whores are not sold to kind owners. 

You try to comfort her but then a third girl falls to the ground as if she was pushed into the dimension. This one seemed terrified but also filled with false strength and aggression.

You begin to wonder how many of you there will be when a fourth girl enters the room along with Konan and the masked man himself. You go to open your mouth and argue with him when in a quick black flash you wake up attached to a long heavy chain to which all four of you are linked. Leather cuffs are wrapped around your wrists and ankles that tie you to the metal loops. You were officially trapped and given a new uniform. Each one of you is dressed in a revealing tie-back halter top and lace panties under an open scarlet and ebony cloak to match Tobi’s. At first you thought it was magic but then you realize his glowing eye must be a sharingan. You had read about them, belonging to the legendary Uchiha clan. 

“You’re a mad man!” you shout as you look at your restraints. “What do you intend to do with us?!”

The other three girls fall silent in fear as Tobi draws a slow breath. 

“You really do continue to prove to be my favorite.”

Your chest puffs out as you give a small huff of indignation.

“Well since you’re about to join your new role, I might as well tell you. You are to serve my organization as our personal maidens.”

“Dress up the title all you want, you’re still enslaving us to be your whores”

“And how is that any different from the life you’ve led up until now?”

His haughty tone made you sick with rage. You spit on him, immediately followed Konan’s hand against the side of your face. 

“Be grateful we were willing to take you in.”

Just as you part your lips Tobi steps in front of you and breathes the word, “sleep”

You wake up groggy and isolated in a dark room by yourself. You were no longer linked to the chain with the other girls but instead the cuffs weren’t linked to any confines at all. 

A lone light illuminated the room, giving hardly any detail to the space within which you are kept. 

You hear a deep humm from one corner of the room and quickly snap your head in its direction. 

“Wakey wakey Kitten”

You scramble up to your feet only for him to stand centimeters before you. 

“This might be the first time I’ve seen you actually afraid. What? Not gonna light me on fire?”

You chew on your bottom lip in frustration, looking adorably pouty. Tobi wants nothing more than to taste your lips along with the rest of you as his gaze bores into you. 

As if playing with his food, he circles you and pulls your cloak off your shoulders. You turn to face him but he continues walking, soaking you in from behind his mask. His red eye appears to glow brighter with each step.

Soon he loosens the ties that kept your plunge neck halter covering your breasts and you swear you see his throat bob as it falls to the floor. 

Exposed before him, your chest is bare and only a thin pair of black underwear conceal your heat. The leather cuffs around your wrists, ankles, and neck feel tighter than before as you try to swallow. You cover your chest with your hands as he removes his mask and his sharingan becomes fully visible. 

Continuing to roam around you like a vulture, ready to descend on his prey, he grabs you from behind by your ponytail and yanks you till you stumble back into his chest. Your bare back makes contact with his broad pecs and you realize how firm they are. 

“You will belong to the Uchiha members of the Akatsuki. Not to be touched by lesser men.”

His words are warm in your ear yet a shiver runs down your spine. He inhales deeply as his ivory hand runs up your stomach to your chest where his fingers sink into the fat of your breast before releasing and tracing your dark and shiny collar. 

You feel the tightness in your scalp as he continues to restrain you by your hair. “You ready to fulfill your purpose?”

A tear leaks past the corner of your eye as he presses his hardened manhood between your covered cheeks. You hear him stiffly inhale your scent through his nose and exhale with a satisfied groan. 

He lets go and spins you around to shove you against the wall. A thud breaks through along with a small sound of discomfort but it is quickly hushed by his lips on yours. They were full and soft, a stark contrast to his rough hands that felt up and down your sides. His palms hungrily roamed from your plush behind, up your sides and down your front. His fingers curl between your legs as you cry a soft moan into his mouth. 

“Yes, baby. Moan for me.”

You couldn’t help the way your hips pushed forward into him while your fingers dug into the skin of his shoulders. You got lost in the heated makeout session, your body betraying your senses and your mind flooded with his scent. 

It was musky and wooded, similar to the scent of a campfire. It had a calming effect on your distressed mind. Your thoughts were clouded in his smokey cologne and soon you felt butterflies in the center of your core just under your rib cage. 

“Take them off f’me baby.”

You break the kiss and look up at him through lidded eyes, a strand of saliva connecting you to him. While giving him a nod, you tuck your fingers into his waistband and pull down till the fabric falls to the floor. He was quite handsome for a man with a scar torn face. Something about it made you want to comfort him and cradle him against your chest while also worshiping his every move. How can such a man wrap you around his finger like this?

“Down”

You lower yourself to your knees, eyes never breaking from Tobi’s face. His heavy palm rests on the top of your head till his fingers card through your hair and grab you behind the head to shove himself down your throat. 

Your mouth hangs open and a lewd squelching comes from your throat as you relax your airway to accommodate the intrusion. You don’t know where to put your hands as you choke but settle on resting them on his thighs while trying to maintain balance on your knees. 

A small chuckle comes from above before he rams you down on him several more times. The slurping sounds mixed with wet pops echo loudly in the room. He groaned at your noises, relishing in how sloppy you are. Spit dripped off your lower lip onto your chest leaving behind a glistening trail. He reached down and pinched your nipples till you were crying out around his cock that still rested on your tongue. You felt arousal drip down your inner thigh from the pain and you wanted nothing more than for him to stuff your holes. 

Your eyes look up at him pleading, wishing for him to fill you. Seeing your face, he took pity on you and shoved your shoulders so you would fall on your back. Yanking you by your knees, your folds collide with his throbbing length as he kneels to the ground with you.

“Such a perfect slut.” he breathes into your ear as one hand strokes your head. “I have been waiting all day to have a taste of you.”

You push your face into his cheek and exhale, moving your pelvis to rub against the length that was dangling between his legs and dripping spit onto your pelvis.

“Please Tobi, I need it.”

“I bet you do, Kitten.”

Tip lined up with your slit, he sinks deep inside of you and you both moan together as he pushes in further. Your brows pinch in satisfaction and you can’t remember the last time you enjoyed this feeling. Goosebumps span your chest, arms and legs, giving away the secret that you actually enjoy this. 

“I thought you hated me but it turns out all you needed was a little dick. Isn’t that right?”

He taunts you as he kneels at your hips, hands pushing in on your waist while he strokes. 

Your mind starts running blank, not comprehending his words. All you know is the feeling, the satisfaction of the friction dragging inside your sopping wet hole that just suctions around him, pulling him as far inside of you as possible. 

“Don’t stop.” you plead “need…it”

“Yes, Baby. You already said that.”

You restrict around him at the sound of his voice purring into your ear and he sharply draws in breath between his teeth. “Someone’s a bit needy tonight, aren’t they?”

“Yes, Daddy, very needy.”

“I’m Daddy now, eh?”

You pathetically pout and nod your head.

“Fine then, let me show you how Daddy treats his good girl.”

Tobi presses more of his weight onto your waist as he raises his hips to deepen the angle of his thrusts before he pounds into you. The sharp slaps of skin meeting wet, dripping, skin ring in your ear and reverberate around your numbing mind. 

“Oh…my…gods…please…please…please…”

“Please what, Kitten?”

“Wanna cum.”

“Not yet.”

You cry out from his intense blows only to be flipped onto your knees and shoved face-first into the ground. More cries come from you as you are fucked into the floor. All your saliva and juices mixing together with the sweat that drips between your bodies.

“We’re not done yet baby.”

You scream profanities as his heavy orbs crash into your swollen clit with each stroke of his hips. You feel the blood leave your head and pool in your pelvis. He was shredding your puffy pink insides and you couldn’t stop your body from clenching around him with every muscle fiber in your center. 

Demonic noises fill the room as you reach your climax but he cuts them short by grabbing you at your collar. “I said not to cum yet, Kitten. Now you’re gonna pay.”

He slams his hand down on your rippling behind, leaving a red palm mark on the sensitive skin. You cry in pain but squeeze tighter around his length. 

“Knew you liked pain.”

He swings again, spanking you for your misdeed. You yelp and moan, matching the image of a perfect whore. A pornstar just for him and his Uchiha brothers. 

“I see you’re beginning to shake. Don’t tell me you came from a spanking. That’d be shameful.”

You whine in response, wiggling your behind and throwing it back into his hips, desperate for him to keep going. He responds by following your pace, letting you work for the dick you so clearly want. 

Eventually though, the pace is too slow for Tobi and he needs to finish you off. He can’t restrain himself any longer and unleashes all his pent up desires on your quivering hole. 

Pistoning into you with speed only a shinobi is capable of, you find the wind knocked out of you and you are once more rammed into the hard floor of this dark, secluded room. Soon you hear him groan as warmth springs inside of you and you know he has planted his seed to mark his territory. You are his, not the Uchiha’s, just his. At least in your mind. 

He grabs you and throws you over his shoulder while swinging the door open to leave the room. He takes you across the hallway to a small and plain bedroom. Setting you down on the floor, one hand cups your cheek and a kiss is planted on your lips. 

“You are my pet and I will watch over you. I promise.”

You nod your head against his and tilt your chin up for yet another kiss, remembering how he sounded as he came. You don’t want anyone else, not the other Uchiha, not the other shinobi. Just him. You had not had satisfying relations in years. Not many desirable men visit a pleasure house, but the man who bought you hours ago is a different story.

“Tobi?”

“Yes Baby?”

“Will I see you tomorrow?”

“I guarantee it.”

He chuckles and leaves the room feeling a fullness in his chest he hadn’t experienced before. Had he become so lonely in his quest that he forgot what human touch felt like? Had he forgotten about intimacy in any form? He was a different man tonight and that man craved more.

Masterlist

Part 1: The Purchase Part 3: The Uchiha Slut