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I officially reached the 80 followers mark, so i accepted to post the ask fic my friend @pussymagnetmadara2 made me !
Surprisingly for a first ever posted fic from me, it's Sasuke x Madara x Obito x reader ! (Well reader is the shared toy for that night). The asker wanted Madara as romantic interest, so he is as such in the fic.
2K words. English is not my first language, i thanks @delirious-donna with all my heart for beta-reading my fic and correcting my grammar : sweety you rock 💕💕
TW: light alcohol consumption, masturbation, group sex, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex (both male and female receiving), voyeurism, light biting. Consent is given and respected.
You can find it on Ao3 here
Roommates Shenanigans
You had no idea how it ended that way.
You needed a new place after your ex decided to have some freaky time with his secretary, and Sasuke, your best friend, needed a new roommate. His brother just moved in with his boyfriend and his room was perfect for you: big bed, large closet, and even a little shelf under the window for your cactus, Cali.
You had met his other roommates before but didn't know them well. Madara was a bit older and worked directly under his father in the Uchiha corporation. The only reason he accepted to live in a shared flat was because he promised his father to take care of Obito, the last remaining roommate.
Obito was a year older than you, and clearly, he had a messy life. His face, and from what you could see, half his body, bore the mark of a freaky accident which cost the life of his parents. Tajima Uchiha took him in, and Madara saw him as a dumb little brother in need of guidance.
Sasuke was always telling you how he had the worst friends possible, the last one being a freaky pale guy doing weed in his dorm.
But after some months of living with them, you started to like them. Madara was grumpy but kind and never forgot his clothes in the dryer, Obito had some of the worst jokes you ever heard but also made the best food, and Sasuke was Sasuke: your best friend since childhood, rough on the edge but with a golden heart.
Everything was fine, you finally felt at home in that tiny flat. And even if you shared one too many flirty jokes with Obito, and some accidental lingering touches with Madara when you were both on cleaning duty, the atmosphere was relaxed. Until that day.
Ino had invited you to her probably 30th party of the year (and it was only February), and you had promised her to show up. The boys gave you shit on your “too tiny dress for the season” but you were already late, your phone was blowing up with texts from Hinata being lost as a puppy without you, so you decided to ignore them and go.
The party itself turned out to be boring, you and Hinata ended up tipsy, and when she abandoned you to finally flirt with Naruto, you decided it was time to order an Uber to go home before Ino tried to shove you in Shikamaru’s arms. While in the car, you realised Sasuke had actually texted you multiple times but you weren’t clear enough to read them.
Getting out of the comfy car was probably a trial sent by some god. It was snowing, your head was pounding and your feet were killing you, the heels you chose were surely designed by some raging misogynistic guy who wanted to make women suffer. So you took them off and entered the flat barefoot, not walking very straight.
Your three roommates were in the living room, you could hear their voices while thanking the architect for designing the flat smartly enough to allow you to reach the bathroom without passing by them. Once you got rid of the alcohol smell sticking to your skin, and braided your hair for the night, you discreetly went out and slid into your room.
But as you were entering it, you couldn't stop yourself from listening to the guys. You couldn't really make out the words but their deep voices were making you feel things. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe the lack of sex in your life, or maybe you were in total denial, but tonight the urge of using your pink vibrator was pressing.
After pretty much no deliberation you take your vibe out, some lube, and leave your bedroom door slightly cracked to be able to hear their voices. Panties discarded, shirt pulled up over your breast, you go to town with your favorite toy.
You're nearly riding your first orgasm when you hear a light creaking noise, followed by a hush. Before you can even think about it, a large hand covers your mouth, while another takes the vibe from you. Opening your eyes, you can barely distinguish anything in the darkness, until you acclimatise and realise it’s Sasuke’s hand that is muffling you. Behind him you can see Madara and Obito, standing still, looking at your half-naked body.
A sound tries to escape your lips, but Sasuke’s fingers are firmly pressing against them.
"So you're a little naughty creature eh ?" you hear Sasuke murmur into your ear.
Out of reflex, your left hand reaches his wrist, trying to push him away, while your right hand is now desperately searching for your cover. Unfortunately for you, Obito is quicker to push it out of the bed. You’re suddenly very aware of your nudity, and the 3 mens in front of you are definitely not helping with your arousal.
Sasuke lightly switches his position, moving on top of you, before leaning into your ear again, "just say yes and we'll take care of you."
You feel sweat sliding down your forehead, but between your missed orgasm, the alcohol and your general horniness, your brain becomes cloudy. You feel his hand move from your face and you hear yourself saying yes.
Immediately the three men lose their clothes and move onto the bed with you. You feel two strong pairs of hands pulling you into the middle of the bed, while Sasuke starts kissing you and removing your shirt.
The two hands on your ankles are now moving further up, and before you know it two fingers are in your aching cunt, the other hand keeps your hips still. You deduce it's Madara when you hear him mumbling "good girl" while his thumb comes playing with your sensitive button. Your back arches under the pleasure, and soon a third finger enters you. You twitch in delight, asking for more, and Madara delivers by adding his tongue into the mix. With every stroke of his thumb and every movement of his tongue, you can feel the pleasure building up in your core. And when Sasuke decides to start marking your throat, it’s your end.
You finally peak for the first time tonight, crying as you feel your orgasm explode through your body.
As you come down from it, you realise Obito is stroking himself silently in front of your bed, but you can’t decide if it’s a good thing or not, actually you’re not sure if anything here is good or not. Madara moves from in between your legs to come lay by your side, and you can feel his hot body near yours.
While you start maneuvering to come closer to this delightful source of heat, you finally understand that the noise making your brain screech is actually Sasuke asking you for the third time if you're ok. You turn your head toward him and grumble a yes.
"Good. Then suck my cock."
"Sasuke, manners!" Madara erupts. Two strong arms embrace you and guide your shivering body towards his. You can feel his impressive cock nesting against your thigh, making you giddy.
"Are you ok sweetheart? Do you wish to continue?"
You nod your head firmly, moving your leg suggestively against his member.
''Good.”
He kisses you passionately, before helping you on your hands and knee, ass up in the air, over his muscular body. You can now see his cock, and it’s huge, and already pearling some precum. Slowly you take it in your hand and start stroking, the skin is smooth and hot under your palm. It's big, way bigger than anyone you’ve been with, and the thought of sitting on it is making your pussy flow with juices. The base is so thick, the head so heavy, and your hands are growing tired just by curling around it.
In the middle of that dick admiration, you realise Sasuke has now positioned himself in front of you.
"Open your pretty mouth for me, sweetheart."
You can feel his cock head against your lips. It’s clearly not as massive as Madara’s, but it's long. You can feel yourself salivating at the idea of it coming down your throat.
As you were opening your mouth, you suddenly hear Obito moving behind you.
"Do you trust me?"
Do you trust him? Well with your laundry certainly not, the man doesn't understand the concept of delicates. But you’re not a lace bra and his raspy voice is very enticing. So you decide that yes, you trust him.
"Gimme your lube then."
You push Sasuke to reach the pink bottle in your nightstand, and slide it to him.
Madara tenses under your slim fingers, and stops your movement. “Slow down sweetheart, I want to cum in you.”
Panting, he takes a breathing break while you finally start to suck Sasuke off. It's indeed long, so long you nearly gag twice before adjusting to his size. Your tongue plays with his length while you feel his hands tug at your braid, setting a slow but sturdy motion to your head movements. Tears fill your eyes at the sensation of feeling so full, yet the words of praise help to alleviate the stretch.
Behind you, you can feel Obito's hand tracing slowly the curve of your back, before landing on your ass. He plays a bit with your plush assets, massaging them, and suddenly his thumb is tracing your hole. You let out a moan around Sasuke's cock, making him shiver. When it finally enters, pushing your tight pink muscles, you feel your knee grow weak, accidentally brushing your cunt on Madara’s hard cock.
Obito starts to open you up, moving slowly in little circular motions. A second finger enters you and it's heaven. You didn't think you could feel any better, but Madara had better ideas. His hands grasp your hips, and he lowers you on his dick. You feel your dripping pussy opening wide around his member. It's so delightful you don't even realise your tongue is curling around Sasuke's cock in pleasure. It makes him squirm so hard he peaks, spilling his seeds in your mouth. You swallow, trying to catch your breath, when Obito, who added a third finger, suddenly pulls them out.
You whine at the sudden emptiness, while still adjusting to Madara’s size. Your pussy is so stretched out you're not sure it will not rip. But he maintains you, murmuring praises while you help Sasuke catch his breath on the bed.
But now Obito is sliding his dick against your ass, teasingly. And when you feel his cockhead press against your hole you realise he is bigger than Sasuke, and your puckered hole slowly swallows him with difficulties. When he slams into you completely, it's the end of your coherent brain. Madara starts to move, and both quickly find a rhythm.
At some point they both find just the right place inside of you, making you whimper. And they hear it. And do it again, and again and again... until you're just riding on pleasure. You bend forward, kissing Madara with all your soul. You just crave some kind of emotional connection and Madara doesn't seem to mind. It’s maddening how they turned you into putty between their hands. You can feel Obito biting your shoulder, while he is bottoming out. It’s a mix between pain and pleasure, and Madara sucking and nipping at your lips is the cherry on the cake.
Coming back to his senses, Sasuke moves and sneaks his hand between you and Madara to play with your clit. It's the end for you. Your orgasm snaps, making your pussy and ass tighten around the men who also explode in pleasure. You feel their hot cum filling you, as you drop on the bed into Madara's arm, numb and happy.
You feel Obito pull out, making cum drip on your ass. Madara pulls out as well while pressing you against his chest. You’re not coherent, but his finger playing with your hair is all you need now.
You hear in the background Sasuke and Obito take their leave. After what seems to be hours, Madara offers to take you to the bathroom. Your body is so limp he resolves to carry you there and helps to clean you up. Finally coming to your senses, you put your shirt and panties back on, and make a defeated sight when you realize the state of your bed. The sheets need some cleaning, and the cover is on the floor… but then Madara simply guides you to his room and makes you lay with him. You’ll see to the bed tomorrow and possibly this is all for show, but for right now, you’re happy simply to cuddle with him.
Madara, who comes to you in the evening, eyes dark and breath hot on your neck when he leans over you, whispering of long days and longer nights, and of the fatigue of the world, the disappointment of a lack of passion.
Madara who is full of desire, of need, who dips his calloused hands under your clothes and finds what he is looking for by touch rather than sight as he whispers exactly what he wants, in words that leave little to the imagination.
Madara who knows that this is neither your fault or his own, the world is simply busy but neither is his nature as a Uchiha a fault.
Madara, who never takes by force but cannot help but beg sometimes for your attention.
Madara who takes you where you sit, drawing you down onto him and breathing a sigh of relief when he feels your heat envelop him, a balm against a agony of restlessness, who takes your breath away next when he kisses you, hot and heavy.
Madara who draws your pleasure from you in waves, with grasping hands and moans of pleasure because it's your noises, your shivering, vulnerable form that gets him to his own end as much as anything else.
Madara, who draw this out the whole night, determined to take what it is he feels owed, and what he feels he owes you.
Madara, who kisses your forehead when he is done, and muses that next time neither of you should wait so long.
Summary: You're settling in for bed, but Kakashi isn't quite ready to sleep.
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Anyone who knew Kakashi Hatake knew that there were only a few things he was likely to be doing at any given time. Training was high on the list, as well as going out on missions or indulging Gai in yet another competition; all activities designed to keep his body fit and his skills sharp. But when he allowed himself some true restful downtime, he had one favorite pastime: reading Icha Icha.
Kakashi was infamously known to kick back with his book in any number of locations. He could be spotted in even the most public of places—surrounded by superiors or students alike—with one of his ever-present paperbacks tipped in such a way that no nosy onlookers could peer over his shoulder.
As if the entire village couldn't tell the content of those pages from the book's cover, the author's reputation, or the Copy Ninja's giggles.
And as often as he could be seen reading in public, Kakashi spent just as much time reading in the comfort of his own home. Reading before bed was an old habit of his, since he'd first turned to books as a potential distraction from the nightmare fodder constantly rattling around in his head. Over time, Kakashi found the near-perfect antidote to his nightmares in the romantic exploits of the Icha lcha series, buying copy after copy to ensure he would never go without.
More recently, he'd stumbled upon the good fortune to find you, and the romance that blossomed between the two of you was something that Icha Icha just couldn't match.
He still liked to flip through the book before falling asleep, but you suspected it was more out of routine than necessity. These days, the best way Kakashi knew to fall asleep was to get tangled up in bed with you, and it was a sentiment you wholeheartedly shared.
As he read, you nuzzled yourself into the perfect position against him. You loved the feeling of his arm around your waist, his solid form under your fingertips, his cheek resting on the top of your head. He would breathe so gently, you barely felt his chest rise and fall. Every minute or two, you would hear Kakashi turn a page; the sweetest domestic white noise lulling you to sleep.
Just as you had nearly drifted off, something disturbed you just enough to snap you back to consciousness. Maybe it was some tiny twitch of Kakashi's muscle, or a slight change in temperature in the room, or maybe one of your synapses just tripped over its own feet. But whatever the cause, your eyes fluttered open and adjusted to the low light of Kakashi's reading lamp.
As your vision focused, you first spotted the gently illuminated pages of the book Kakashi held in his left hand, his wrist still propped on your hip. The writing on the pages was distorted in your blurry vision. You couldn't discern what was happening on the page, but the number printed neatly at the bottom let you know he'd gotten through about thirty pages since you'd snuggled in with a kiss on his cheek and a whispered 'goodnight.’
Then your focus shifted as movement a little further back caught your eye.
Looking past the book, you were treated to the sight of Kakashi's free hand working over his exposed cock, his fingers wrapped around the shaft and stroking over the length at a languid pace. He was in a state just shy of fully erect, the skin gliding up to roll over the ridge of his cockhead with every upward motion. The tip was slightly darkened, with a generous drop of opaline precum welling at the slit.
It didn't take even one second for your entire body to react; your eyes widening, your cheeks flushing, your mouth watering. And that's to say nothing of the reaction between your legs.
Your body was excitedly awake, but your brain seemed to be lagging behind.
"What’a’ya doin’?" you heard yourself ask, the words blending together in a poor attempt at shaking off the dregs of sleep.
It was a stupid question—there really wasn't any way to misinterpret what you were seeing—but still, the words tumbled off your traitorous tongue without any command.
"Hm?" He turned his head just enough to fix his charcoal eye on you. A rosy blush colored his cheeks, but you weren't sure if it was there before or after you'd caught him.
"I'm sorry," he continued, crinkling his eye into a smile. "I thought you were asleep."
You couldn't think of any way to respond. The entire situation was nothing short of ridiculous. In the scant time since you'd closed your eyes to go to sleep, Kakashi had gotten so worked up by the content of the book that he'd felt compelled to reach down, push his sleep pants and his briefs down far enough to expose his dick, and start masturbating, all without disturbing you in the slightest.
And only Kakashi knew how long he'd been at it before finally letting his composure slip just enough to wake you.
That's some use of jōnin skills.
You couldn't help it; the bark of laughter burst from your throat before you realized it was happening.
And the more Kakashi just stared at you in response—scarred eye closed; pink deepening the color of his face; hand frozen, just holding his dick—the funnier it got. Snickers and giggles built in your chest faster than you could breathe them out, more and more until your eyes were watering and your stomach burned from laughter.
It could have been anywhere between ten seconds to ten minutes before he finally broke his silence. "Y/N," he calmly spoke, your name almost lost among your continued hilarity, "if you keep laughing like that, I might start taking it personally."
Your body shuddered as you tried to get your breathing under control in an effort to spare both his pride and your abdomen. "I'm-I'm…sorry—" you gasped, squeezing your eyes tight to force the building tears to fall. "It's just…silly."
A strange look sparkled in Kakashi's eye. "I've been accused of being a lot of things, Y/N, but never silly."
"Well right now?" you grinned, "that’s exactly what you are."
“And just what exactly is so silly to you?"
Even thinking the explanation caused more giggles to sputter from your lips as you spoke. "You're secretly touching yourself to that pervy book while I'm practically on top of you. It’s just…funny that it affects you that much.”
Kakashi silently watched as you stifled the new outburst of laughter. His eyebrow raised a fraction of an inch, but it quickly settled as you relaxed.
"Ahhhh, I see." He closed the book, holding his page with his thumb as he snuggled you a little closer. "Don't worry, Y/N. There's no need to be jealous.”
"Wha…jealous?" you echoed. "Of a book?"
"I only wanted to give you the chance to get some rest," he continued. "I know you've been busy lately, and naturally I don't expect you to answer my every beck and call. So…" Kakashi trailed off with a shrug, then leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Don't mind me.”
With a smile, he returned his attention to his book. You stayed frozen in position as Kakashi went right back to reading as though nothing had happened, his eyes on the filthy words and his hand resuming its lazy strokes over his swollen cock.
Wait... what?
Had you just been...dismissed?
You were awake and uncomfortably aroused—two facts that you were sure he was equally aware of—and he chose to just...go back to the book?
Now you were the one taking something personally.
You nudged his arm to give yourself space to shift your hips, intentionally rubbing the front of your body against his side while you slid off your panties and successfully recaptured your boyfriend’s interest. Kakashi watched with curiosity as you propped yourself up on one elbow and gently shooed his hand away from his penis.
When the obstacle was out of your way, you sat up on your knees and tossed your leg over your hips to straddle him.
"What's all this?"
His voice was measured and controlled, but his attention was fully on you. You suppressed a haughty grin as you reached down to take his erection in your hand, gently running your thumb over his slit to collect the precum and bring it to your mouth.
You moaned as you licked the bitter fluid from your digit, swirling your tongue and holding eye contact all the while. After a few seconds you removed your thumb, glistening with saliva, then wrapped your hand around his dick once more to guide him to your entrance.
You bit your lower lip and slowly sank down on him, sighing as the tip of his cock spread you open. The stretch stung a little—your body working with less preparation than he typically gave you—but it was still the feeling that you were craving: him. His right hand settled on your thigh and followed as you went lower and lower, descending so slowly that you were feeling the burn in your thighs.
But it would be worth it.
Maybe now you were the one being silly, but you were determined to prove to him that no book could compare to you.
It wasn't until your ass met his thighs and you saw the smirk spread across his face that you realized you'd fallen into one of the Copy Ninja's perfectly laid traps.
He...I can't believe he sweet-talked me into sitting on his dick!
You had to school your face to keep your jaw from dropping in dumbfounded embarrassment. It was all too clear now. This had been his game all along.
Here you were, thinking you were taking some kind of control, when in reality, you were exactly where he wanted you. On top of him, hands on his chest for leverage, his cock so deep inside of you that you swore you could feel him bulging against your stomach. Wetness drooling from your cunt, making his lap slippery and shiny.
You wriggled your hips to get comfortable, noticing the way he triumphantly grinned at your movement. His cock filled you to the point that you could hardly adjust. And he just laid flat and watched you, waiting for you to start riding him, a look in his eye that proved he knew exactly how badly you wanted to just that.
Hmmmmm, maybe he'll be waiting longer than he expected.
The perv truly loved it when you fucked yourself on his dick. Nothing turned Kakashi on like watching you raise yourself up just to crash back down on him, greedily wringing his every inch for your pleasure.
Not this time.
In a fit of theatrics, you stretched your arms to the side and yawned, giving him one last good look at your body and the cute bulge under your navel where his cock was securely snuggled. You leaned forward—trying to ignore the tight squeeze of his fat dick inside you and how perfectly it stretched you as you moved—and carefully laid down on his chest, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling back into his neck.
“Mmmm sleep tight, Kakashi,” you murmured.
Stunned silence was your only answer, and you had to hold yourself back from cheering in the name of victory. You were way too wired to actually fall asleep now, but the next move was all Kakashi’s.
Finally, finally you'd gotten the upper hand. True, you would probably benefit more from riding him until you were fucked too stupid to even remember where you were, but the victory of surprising him was almost as sweet. Besides, with his sex drive, you could easily get another chance to take your pleasure from him. Beating him at his own game, though? You might never experience this again.
Just as you were starting to worry that the silence would stretch on forever, Kakashi addressed you in a whisper.
“Sweetheart?”
And let the groveling begin.
“Mhmm?”
He kept his voice low and soft, his gentle question tickling your ear. “If you're going back to sleep, you don't mind if I read just a little bit longer, do you?”
You furrowed your brow, wondering if you should truly be insulted that he was still thinking of the book. “You want…to keep reading?”
“I’m almost to the end of this chapter, and I hate to leave things unfinished.”
There was a brief pause of silence where you tried to figure out his plan. “Okay,” you finally answered. “But don't move; I’m so comfy.”
“Don't worry Y/N,” he cooed, holding his book up in position. “I'm comfortable too. Right where I am.”
Suspicious as you were, you allowed your eyes to close as you breathed in the familiar scent of Kakashi's skin. Despite the demanding feeling of fullness between your legs, everything was serene. Kakashi stayed still, exactly as you asked. You couldn't even notice when he moved to turn a page.
You were reluctantly coming to terms with the fact that you might have to settle for a draw when you heard Kakashi’s low, rumbling voice in your ear.
“He licked his lips, his love's delicious juices making his entire jaw shine.”
You sharply sat up enough to look at him, cursing the pathetic little moan that slipped past your lips as you felt his cock brush along your walls. "W-what are you doing?"
His eye flicked to yours, the usual stormy grey now completely black and as devious as the smirk on his face. “I’m reading, Y/N.”
“But…out loud??”
“What’s wrong?” Kakashi grinned. “Is it affecting you?”
You started sputtering a nonsense response, but before you could manage to form a single word, he simply looked back at the book and continued reading. “‘You taste better than I ever imagined, gorgeous,’ he growled. ‘I can't wait to feel you.’”
The words sounded so beautifully lewd in Kakashi’s thunderous baritone, you couldn't fight the shiver climbing along your spine. Against your conscious will, the muscles inside your cunt tightened around him and forced a needy moan from your lips. He just felt so good, you decided right then and there that you were done with whatever game you'd been playing. Screw it.
He could gloat all he wanted, but if you didn't get some friction, you were going to lose your mind.
You lifted only a centimeter off of him before he stopped you with the strong grip of his one free hand on your hip. “Kakashi….” The whine that left your lips was absolutely pitiful. “Why are you—”
“Because, if it's so silly that I like these books so much, you should have no problem holding still."
What?!
He had to be joking. He wouldn't seriously torture you—and himself—like this…would he?
With a subtle shift of your hips, you dared to test the waters. Only the barest hint of satisfaction swept over you before his grip tightened.
“I said…hold still.”
Your walls gripped down on him, clear arousal drooling from your cunt. All you wanted was to move, or feel him moving inside you. But his fingers stayed latched to your hip, his pelvis stayed flat on the bed, and his voice stayed cool and even as he breathed life into the story on the pages.
“‘I want to make love to you until the sunrise,’ he proclaimed while stripping away his trousers. ‘I’ll spend these next five hours showing you the greatest pleasure you've ever known.’”
It wasn't even the smutty nature of the book that had you all hot and bothered. Kakashi could have been reading his own shopping list and you would still be weak just from listening to his voice. Those filthy words only dumped kerosene on the fire.
“‘Open yourself for me, my love. Let me inside.’”
Everything you wanted was so close. So close, but you couldn't have it. Not with the way Kakashi was restricting you. His wide palm was an anchor you had no chance of escaping. All you could do was ignore every impulse and desire in your body and continue to stay still while Kakashi narrated all the things you’d rather be doing.
“He ran his fingers along her pink folds, touching the silky skin he would soon feel around his cock. He smiled as he watched his beautiful partner writhe under his touch. Her mouth formed the most perfect shapes as she whispered his name, begging her lover to give her what she needed.”
You bit down on your lip to distract yourself from the sound of his voice, his smooth tone easily casting a spell over you. He wouldn't let you move, but you had to do something before you lost your mind.
Gently, you pressed your lips to his throat, testing soft kisses along his neck. Kakashi paused his narration, chuckling a laugh that vibrated against your mouth.
“Are you enjoying the story, sweetheart?”
“Kakashi…please…” you whispered. “I need you.”
You could hear the smirk in his voice. “Oh yeah?”
“Please,” you begged, tipping your head up to kiss the sensitive spot behind his ear. “Please, baby.”
A soft sigh slipped past his lips. “Hmmm, alright.” He shifted his weight letting you lean back enough to see his face. “I’m going to let go, but you're going to be good and stay put for me, won't you?”
Eagerly, you nodded. “Mhmm.”
Kakashi smiled at you. “Very good.”
With his one hand still holding the book, Kakashi moved his right hand off your hip. Goosebumps chased his touch, calluses tracing their way down your plush thigh. His long fingers splayed over your soft skin, fingers reaching back toward your ass while the pad of his thumb landed right over your needy clit.
You gasped at his touch, shoulders tossing themselves back without your permission as your spine curved in ecstasy.
“There we go,” he smiled at you. “Now, where were we?”
Kakashi slowly started circling your clit with his thumb. Another feeble whimper escaped you and your grip on his shoulders tightened, your fingernails digging tiny crescents into his skin as he continued to read.
“Her body opened and for him, unfolding like the most beautiful flower. She was still flushed and sensitive from all his tongue had already done to her. Strings of arousal glistened between her folds, and he had never felt such a strong ache between his own legs. ‘Please kiss me,’ she sang. ‘Kiss me and make me yours.’”
You panted little breaths in time with the pattern he was drawing over your engorged bundle of nerves. It wasn't enough. It wasn't even close to enough. The action in the story was progressing much more quickly than he was. His thumb moved maddeningly slow, making your muscles twitch and your body want to scream. You wanted to grind into that lazy thumb and fuck yourself on his perfect cock. All you dared to do was whimper into his neck and dig your fingernails a little deeper.
That is, until Kakashi overplayed his hand.
“He plunged into her warmth. Pressure surrounded him; her h-hot, t-tight, wet insides fitting him just right.” His throat bobbed with a heavy gulp. “She was m-made for him, her m—”
Kakashi’s cock throbbed inside of you, causing both you and him to moan. Your internal muscles fluttered at the long-awaited stimulation, exploiting his moment of weakness and baiting him into giving you more. He clutched at your body to regain control, but you could tell his resolve was finally crumbling.
You seductively brushed your parted lips over his earlobe, relishing the heavy sigh he awarded you. “Don't stop,” you whispered, letting your voice drip with desperation. “Tell me what else he does to her.”
Kakashi tossed his head back with a groan, and his hips thrust just an inch off the mattress. You could have cried at how good the friction felt. “Kashi!”
“He—haa—sunk d-deeper inside…” Kakashi continued to read in a choppy voice as he worked his cock in and out just that last inch. “She felt…like heaven…so good…”
Carefully, you let your hips start to roll against him. Most of the pressure and stimulation was still directly on your clit, and now that you had a little control, you were already trembling. It was so much closer, but it still wasn't enough.
You wrapped your arms around him tighter, grounding yourself as you started fucking him the way you’d wanted to since you’d caught him fucking his hand instead of you. His broken narration started to get lost among his moans and your whimpers. You let his name slide from your lips in a plea, and that was the last straw.
The book clattered to the floor with a sound so worrisome, you wondered if you needed to stop. But Kakashi's free hand was immediately on the back of your head, holding you in place against him while he started to thrust up into you in earnest. His hand on your hip squeezed tight, letting go only for a second to land an encouraging smack across your ass that had you clenching in on him. Then he found his grip on your hip again, pulling you down to meet his thrusts with resounding wet slaps.
“Up baby,” he ordered, releasing his hold on your head. “Ride me like you mean it.”
With an intoxicated laugh, you planted a loud, sloppy kiss on his cheek. Then you moved your hands to his chest and pushed yourself up into a seated position. His eyes seared into you as you immediately got to work; rolling your hips and extending your thighs to rise up over him, tits swaying in a way that made him lick his lips.
On your first full descent down his long, thick cock, you practically screamed out for how good it felt dragging along your needy insides. Kakashi bent his knees and planted his feet so that you could fuck yourself on him exactly how you needed to.
“Fuck, that’s it baby.”
Kakashi looked at the place where your bodies met; yours taking him in again and again and again, bouncing up and down with an urgency that left a creamy white ring around the base of his cock. After all of his teasing, that sight alone was enough to have him ready to blow.
“Not…gonna last.”
Your fingernails burrowed into his skin, digging out little crescent shapes that stood out even among all of his scars. “Not yet,” you begged. “Please, not yet…need more.”
A deep, resounding groan rippled up his throat. “Take what you need. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Your mouth hung open, eyes rolling back in your head as you worked your body over Kakashi’s perfect dick. He was exactly what you needed in every way. The breath was knocked from your lungs every time you brought yourself back down. Your body moved in perfect harmony, every muscle and nerve playing its part so you could selfishly enjoy him. You could feel beads of sweat running from your neck down your chest.
Kakashi watched you with both eyes open. His hips kept rocking to meet you, but the rest of his body simply reacted to your movements. He smiled as your body stuttered in pleasure, so close to your peak but barely missing it.
“Kashi…” you whined. “S’close…please…”
“Need my help, sweetheart?” Apparently, Kakashi couldn’t help but taunt you one last time. But your only goal now was to cum, and you vigorously nodded, giving him the control that he never failed to use to your benefit. “C’mere.”
With one arm wrapped around your hips and the other high on your back, Kakashi pulled you back down to his sticky chest. You held onto him as he pressed his wide palm into your lower back, grinding your clit into the coarse silver hair trailing up toward his navel.
“Kakashi!” Pleasure immediately washed along your entire body, already better than anything you’d been able to accomplish on your own.
“That’s it, Y/N,” he panted. “Now cum on me.”
You bit down on his neck and whimpered from how good he made you feel. The light sheen of sweat on his skin tasted of salt and only made your mouth water for more. You gave up on the last dregs of your dignity, grinding into him with the single-minded focus of getting off on your gorgeous, beloved menace of a boyfriend.
“Y/N…fuck, please…”
His voice was deep and reverent even as he was pleading for you to cum, and the beautiful sound finally caused the building tension in your lower belly to snap. You responded with a gasp as your inner walls squeezed down and suffocated his cock. Not a second later, Kakashi let out an indulgent, satisfied sigh and you felt his cock pulse inside of you, filling you with warmth.
“Mmmm, baby…” His body relaxed beneath you, his arms encircling you to cradle you to his chest. “Fuck, that was good.”
You planted a kiss on his neck, smiling at the faint mark left there by your teeth. “Better than the book?”
Kakashi ran his hand up the back of your neck, spreading goosebumps along your skin. His long fingers tangled into your roots, gently coaxing you back a little so you could look at his face. His other rough palm cupped your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek as his eyes narrowed to complement his adoring yet devilish grin.
7) Them exploring each others' bodies, but not in a sexual way.
8) Finding their different birthmarks, looking over each others' scars and sharing the stories behind them, running their hands over one another, and just appreciating the feeling of the other person next to them.
AAAAAAAAAA I'M SORRYYYYYYYYYYY HERE IT COMEEEES!!!!!!!!!!!
I'M DOING MY BEST WITH ALL THE REQUESTS, SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG OMG😭😭😭😭💕
NSFW prompts!
(this one turned out so cute, i truly love it, here to worship soft madara for life)
Candlelight illuminates the outline of his body just enough, a gloomy atmosphere surrounded by the intensity of the night. Madara takes a puff of his kiseru, holding the smoke and releasing it after a few seconds. The yukata he wears looks like trying to escape from his body, slightly held by the cord that ties it around his waist and leaving all the expansion of his chest uncovered.
Divine laws oblige them to consummate the marriage they were forced to perform, but neither seems interested in forcing the other to have sex just because the gods demand it. The night that should have been filled with passion was replaced by pleasant talks, getting to know each other, preferring words over intimate touches.
Leaning against the back of the bed, one hand behind his head and the other occupied with his vice, he gazes into nothingness, eyes busy with thoughts and memories (Y/N) assumes must plague his mind.
The woman lies on his skin, using his chest as a pillow and running her fingertips along the expanse of his body. Within two seconds of starting she stumbles upon a scar near his neck, admiring it and stunned by the length and time it seems to have been in his flesh. "That was Hashirama, funny enough. Our first serious confrontation under the watchful eye of our parents."
The Uchiha lets out some smoke, instinctively following his wife's touch on his skin, staring into nothingness and thinking of the memories her fingers evoke with each area they traverse. (Y/N) doesn't take long to notice another mark, 3 large lines on his stomach also denoting age, "Tobirama's summoning, massive snow leopard. It was about to eat Izuna, had to do something."
He laughs at that memory, and (Y/N) takes the initiative from his laughter to sit on the bed and open his yukata even wider, paying genuine attention to the man's torso. One would think she should be more cautious in front of a guy she was forced to marry, but the two built a friendly bond before even admiring each other in a loving, insinuating way, gaining confidence in each other as each day went by.
Jokes and funny gestures became part of their routine, genuinely falling in love despite the marriage alliance forcing them to be together.
Madara looks at her suggestively as he takes another puff of smoke, and uses his kiseru to point to a scar on her right shoulder. "Learning to use kunai, father was unforgiving." The woman recounts with her own smile, her childhood coming in waves through her mind.
Before getting emotional, she turns her attention to a gigantic mark on top of his heart, the largest scar on his chest, the one she never had the courage to ask what it was due to, who caused it. The woman always assumed that it must have been his major war wound, an attack that left him almost on the verge of losing his life, as it occupies most of his right breastplate.
She has seen him changing clothes on several occasions, getting out of the shower, opportunities to appreciate the scar in all its enormous splendor. Whoever inflicted it was probably trying to kill him with all their might.
She never dared to ask why was there, afraid to evoke complicated memories, but this seemed like the perfect opportunity, "Where did this come from?" intones coyly, avoiding eye contact and fixing her eyes on the scar.
"Actually, Izuna." The Uchiha laughs again, but this time it's such a loud fit of laughter he literally cries out of joy, traveling back to the exact moment of the event, "little fucker was testing a new technique, an "amazing wonderful spectacular jutsu that will destroy that idiot Tobirama in one hit!" he called it." He wipes his eyes, trying to compose himself to speak, but little chuckles escape him as he relates what happened, "turns out it was indeed good, good enough to almost kill me in the attempt, I let my guard down because I didn't believe it would work, proved I couldn't underestimate him."
His face lights up when he talks about his brother, and (Y/N) can't help but be tempted to laugh along with him even though he's narrating a near-death experience. "What's up with this?" the man takes advantage of the distraction to point out a dark mark on her leg, prominent and perfectly circular. "A… clan initiation rites, we all get branded when we turn five. Kinship and stuff, you know."
"What's your worst scar, (Y/N)?" Madara asks, turning his attention back to his vice and filling his lungs with smoke, looking at her with soft eyes and tenderly stroking her exposed skin. The way he looks at her makes (Y/N) feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, and the love he has for her is palpable in his smile.
"I'd say this one?" she turns around to show him her back, lowering her yukata down to her waist and revealing skin affected by a long, dark gash. She can hear the Uchiha hiss at the image, and it fills her with pride to have one of the strongest warriors in history recognize her battle scars as well. "That must have hurt, yes?" He comments as the smoke pours out of his mouth.
"Yeah, it was kind of traumatic... I was little, my first war engagement, everyone thought I'd die yet here I am..." She feels two large arms grab her from behind, wrapping her in a deep, loving embrace. Madara rests his head on her shoulder, placing his lips on her cheek and moving down to her neck with innocent little kisses, "You're the strongest woman I know, you know that?"
Warnings: smut, threesome (M/F/M), use of shadow clones, oral sex, blow jobs, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, spitroasting, cum swallowing, praise kink, masturbation, POV reader
Word Count: 4.7k
Summary: It isn't often that Kakashi is indecisive. But when he is, he usually finds a way to get everything he wants.
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One thing that surprised you about being in a relationship with Kakashi Hatake was how physically open he became, and how quickly it happened. It was barely two weeks into your relationship before he lowered his mask to show you his face, then kissed you directly on the mouth. He had been closed off for so long, only letting people get so close, and that first kiss had shattered his barriers.
And after that, all bets were off.
The affection-starved man sprinted to deeper physical intimacy faster than you ever expected. Not that you were complaining; your hands and lips were just as eager to explore his body as his were with yours. Kisses turned to touches: bolder and bolder until you were happily tangled together in his sheets, trying things he’d only seen before in his preferred literature.
Today, he had you on your knees in front of where he was seated on the edge of the mattress. His legs were spread to allow you to bob your lips up and down along his cock while he looked down at you like some power-drunk king, one hand cupping your face while the other propped up his chin.
“That’s right, gorgeous. Just like that.” He smirked down at you with that lazy stare. “Mmmm I can smell how wet you’re getting.”
Heat flared in your face. To be honest, you hadn’t really noticed how wet you were until he mentioned it. You’d been down there long enough for your brain to be completely empty. But once he said it, you realized just how much arousal was pooled between your legs.
“Mmmm fuck, I can’t decide if I want to cum in your perfect mouth or fuck that pretty pussy. It would be a shame not to fuck your tight cunt when you got it so wet for me.”
You whined around his cock, overly enthusiastic at even the thought of him sliding his rigid, thick cock from your mouth and instead filling your needy hole.
“Hmmm.” Kakashi spoke again, this time more to himself than you. “Maybe I don’t have to choose.”
Something in his tone made you look up at him. The look on his face belonged to the side of him lauded as a genius tactician—Kakashi the ANBU Captain. It slowed you in your tracks, distracting you from the pulse of his hips that bumped the head of his cock into the back of your throat. You mostly suppressed the gag, and he let go of your head as you did your best to recover with a bit of dignity.
You looked back at him to see the tail end of a series of hand-signs. But you didn’t think anything of it, still so horny you were pliable and nearly braindead as he gently guided you off of his cock. He eased you up onto your feet, rotating your hips a little to sit you on his right thigh and hold eye contact.
When you first registered it in your peripheral vision, you didn’t react, or even really process that you’d seen anything. But then your brain caught up with the image your eyes fed to it, and you quickly focused on the second Kakashi standing a few feet away. He was just as naked as the one whose arms were wrapped around you, and equally as aroused.
“Wait what…” you gaped, looking back and forth between Kakashi and his clone.
Kakashi chuckled and hugged you closer, turning you a little so your back was flat against his chest. He kissed your jaw and whispered in your ear, “It’s just me, sweetheart.”
“What…” you repeated. “Why?”
He laughed, the deep chuckle rumbling in his chest. “Well, you cute little thing…this way, I don’t have to choose which of your pretty holes to fuck.”
You squeaked, watching as the clone’s eyes roamed your body. His hand wrapped around his cock, starting to stoke himself as he drank you in.
Kakashi softly kissed the skin below your ear. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. Just say the word.”
You hardly heard him. You were mesmerized by the way you could see Kakashi in front of you, but feel him behind you. The real one slid a finger between your folds, gathering your wetness before rubbing circles on your clit. He tenderly kissed your jaw and neck, effortlessly fogging your brain with pleasure.
The clone smirked, taking a step forward. “You look so gorgeous like this.”
It took you a second to realize it was the clone who’d spoken, but after all, he was the one with the better view. You were dizzy from the way Kakashi was so imposing and commanding from two places at once. There was absolutely nothing about the clone to give him away; his presence and demeanor familiar enough that you wanted to reach out for him. But then, the real Kakashi was right behind you; pressed against your back and pampering you with touches and kisses. You tried to think…about anything. You didn’t need it to be about the way there were suddenly two of the man you loved—you’d be happy to focus hard enough to even count to twenty—but you couldn’t manage a single coherent thought. Especially as the clone stepped close enough to touch.
The real Kakashi nipped at your earlobe. “What do you think?” he whispered, his voice dripping with lust. “You think you can handle two of me at once?”
Just the idea had shivers racing all over your body.
You were about to attempt an answer when you felt his finger dip down from your clit to slide into your aching cunt. At the same time, his clone pressed the same long index finger into your mouth. You automatically hollowed your cheeks to suck on his finger, attention ping-ponging between the two intrusions.
“Mmmm I bet you could,” his clone continued.
“I bet you could take me in both of your pretty holes at once,” Kakashi smirked against your ear. “Just like this.”
You whimpered as you tried to split your focus, rolling your hips and swirling your tongue. You felt the arousal coating the finger between your legs.
The clone grinned wolfishly at you. “Hmmm just like that, Y/N.”
“Do you like that?” Kakashi groaned into your ear. “Do you want to give it a try, pretty girl?”
“Mhmm,” you moaned around his finger, nodding as best you could.
“Good girl,” his clone smirked.
“Such a good girl for me,” the real one agreed, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin below your ear.
The clone took his finger from your mouth. You chuckled, warmth pricking your cheeks. You saw the clone tilt his head to the side.
“What’s so funny?” Kakashi murmured.
“I’m…just a little nervous,” you admitted, turning to look at the original behind you. “But I think this is going to be fun.”
Kakashi smiled as he closed the distance between his mouth and yours, holding you in a kiss that seemed far too sweet and loving for what was about to happen between the two—three?—of you. But that was just it. This was as much an act of love as anything else you and Kakashi shared. All the ways he opened himself up to you, revealing a little more, maybe sometimes even surprising himself; you couldn’t even describe how it made you feel, to know that he was so comfortable and genuine with you.
You gasped a little as you felt Kakashi’s hands on your waist. He gently shifted you forward off his lap as he pulled away, and you watched as he scooted back on the bed, resting against the pillows at the headboard.
A finger caressed your cheek. You turned forward, following its instruction, and saw Kakashi’s clone right in front of you. He had knelt down to bring his face level with yours. The other fingers of his hand joined the first, touching your cheek and holding your gaze.
“So beautiful,” he complimented you before leaning closer to kiss you. You couldn’t help but hold your eyes open for a few extra seconds, disoriented by the way the clone was a perfect recreation of all of Kakashi’s little quirks. He held the kiss just as long as the original would before he swiped his tongue over your lower lip. He tasted exactly the same, felt exactly the same, and worked you into a kiss-drunk mess exactly the way Kakashi always did.
So perfectly, in fact, that you were reaching out and wrapping your arms around his neck without even thinking. Your fingers threaded through that familiar tangle of silver hair, pulling the clone closer. His hands traced your outline before settling on your breasts, covering them with his palms and letting the warmth of your body soak into his skin. He groped at you, kneading those scratchy, rough fingers over your sensitive nipples with the precision and care his original had learned over the cumulative hours he’d tested and teased you.
Your response was immediate, arching into his touch and tugging his hair. The clone wrapped his arms around you and pulled you from the bed, standing you up without his lips ever leaving yours. His hands pressed you closer, one on the small of your back and one higher on your spine. You squeaked into his mouth, feeling his erection twitch against your thigh.
He pulled away with a playful chuckle, stealing one more kiss before looking down to admire the way your body was pressed against his. Then his big hands were suddenly on your hips, spinning you to face the bed. What you saw there was enough to make your knees buckle. Kakashi was sprawled out on the mattress, his eyes searing into you as he worked his hand up and down his stiff cock, still shiny and red from the treatment of your mouth.
“I know you like watching me touch myself,” his clone whispered in your ear. He ran his right hand down your stomach, teasing your entrance with two fingertips. “Turns out, I really like watching myself touch you.”
“Kakashi…” you moaned, not sure which one you were even addressing. You were torn between tossing your head back on the clone’s shoulder, and keeping the gorgeous sight of Kakashi pleasuring himself in your direct line of sight.
The clone slipped his two fingers into your soaked core, and you gasped. Your hips bucked instinctively, chasing his familiar touch. “That’s right, sweetheart,” the clone muttered. “Does that feel good?”
Of course it did, and the bastard knew it. He had all the knowledge Kakashi had collected and wasted no time in using it against you. You cried out as his rough fingertips directly abused your g-spot. His free hand traveled up the very center of your torso, holding you upright against him with his palm spread just below your breasts. Your cheeks flamed as you felt your arousal dripping down your thigh, a product of the physical stimulation of the clone’s fingers, compounded by the visual stimulation of Kakashi’s rhythmic self-pleasure.
“Mmmm, so fucking wet for me.” He pressed his thumb to your clit, assaulting you into a drooling mess.
“K-Kashi…fuck!” you gripped his bicep as you ground your hips against his touch.
“Cum on my fingers, sweetheart. Cum all over my hand while I watch.”
Pleasure was burning all throughout your body, faster than you even thought possible. You couldn’t have fought against the building orgasm even if you wanted to. “AH! Gods!” You felt that euphoric tug and snap as you trembled against him, nails digging into his arm and cunt clenching around his fingers. It was so sudden and intense that your eyes squeezed shut. You threw your head back on his shoulder, turning your neck to hide your face against his jaw.
You rode out the last of the aftershocks with a whimper, finally lifting your head and opening your eyes. Instinctively, you looked right at Kakashi, still spread out on the mattress. The tendons in his neck were pulled taut as he bit his lower lip, and his eyes were so darkened by lust that you could hardly even see any red remaining in his left eye. He’d been focused between your legs, watching as the perfect replications of his fingers brought you to orgasm. But when he looked up and made eye contact, his jaw dropped in awe. He looked so good—so fucking sexy laying there, fucking his hand and devouring you with his eyes.
The clone nuzzled his mouth behind your ear. “Very good, Y/N.” He slowly slid his right hand out of you, the left still supporting you to combat the weakness in your legs. A thick post-orgasm fog clouded your brain. You were panting, and you could barely keep your eyes open as you watched Kakashi slow the pumping of his hand. Suddenly, the clone’s slick-covered hand obstructed your view. “Lick my fingers clean, pretty girl.”
You eagerly followed his instruction, holding eye contact with Kakashi while your tongue ran all over the clone’s soaked fingers. When they were nearly clean, you sucked the two digits into your mouth, making sure to leave him spotless.
He hummed gratefully and pulled his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop. “So good for me.” He held you a little closer and kissed your neck. He sucked a light bruise into your skin before licking his way back to your ear. “Now, climb on the bed so I can fuck this perfect pussy.”
You practically vibrated with excitement as he leaned you forward, testing the strength you’d built since coming down from your climax. You braced yourself on your forearms as you brought each knee up to the bed. Saliva pooled in your mouth as you raised yourself up on your palms and inched closer to Kakashi’s swollen dick, crawling forward until your feet were on the edge of the mattress.
Kakashi was barely touching himself now, just pinching the base between his thumb and index finger, gently pulsing to prolong his excitement. He still looked absolutely beautiful, and it was all you could do to keep yourself from pouncing into his lap and taking that entire gorgeous cock inside you. In fact, it took more than your own willpower; a pair of rough hands keeping your hips in place.
You hardly had time to whine in protest before Kakashi abruptly sat forward, cupping your jaw with both hands and pulling your mouth to his. He crashed his lips against yours, immediately licking his way into your mouth and groaning a deep sound as his tongue dominated yours.
Just when you thought he might suffocate you, he pulled away. “Fuck, you taste so good Y/N.”
You couldn’t formulate a response before his mouth was on yours again, savoring the flavor of your orgasm. It was complete bliss, interrupted only by a wet intrusion snaking between your folds. You squeaked and pulled your mouth from Kakashi’s to turn around. His clone was on his knees on the floor, making him the perfect height to taste the mess between your legs.
“Mmm so fucking good.”
He dove back in, holding you steady as he licked and lapped at your cunt. Your back instinctively arched into him, giving him even easier access as your jaw went slack. “Nnnggh Kashi,” you whined, feeling his tongue start to fuck you and making you squirm. Your eyes closed as you focused on the sinful things he was doing to you. But your Kakashi wouldn’t be denied, tugging your jaw to face you forward as his mouth claimed dominance over yours again.
Your fingers twitched against the sheets. The nerve-endings in your body had no idea how to react. Kakashi’s tongue was everywhere. If you tried to focus on one, the other would demand your attention. You were absolute putty in their capable hands, and you just loved and trusted him so much. All you could do was whimper against him. Your back arched as the clone inched closer and closer to your clit. Kakashi’s lips smirked against yours as you reached out for him and grabbed his thigh. Then the clone’s tongue swiped over your clit and you broke away from Kakashi’s mouth with a gasp. “Ahh! OH!”
Kakashi leaned back a little and watched your face as you whimpered and shuddered, his clone’s tongue working you over along every inch of your tender sex. “Yeah?” he chuckled. “How does that feel, baby?”
“Fuck…ohh…” you panted, your eyes pleading desperately as they locked to his. That look whipped him into a frenzy.
“Hmm, you like that, don’t you? You like feeling my tongue in your tight c—”
You cut him off, quickly bringing your hand from his thigh to the back of his head and pulling his mouth back to yours. It felt so good, and you loved him so much, you just needed to feel his mouth on yours. He returned your kiss, making out with you just the same way his clone was treating your pussy.
They pulled away at the same time, the loss of stimulation nearly knocking you flat.
“Are you ready?” The voice came from in front of you. The true Kakashi, beckoning you forward with his free hand. “Scoot a little closer, baby.”
You did as he instructed, straightening the feline curve of your back before slowly making your way toward the head of the bed. But again, the clone’s hands stopped you with a firm grip on your hips before you were able to reach the original. The weight of the shadow clone kneeling behind you on the bed caused the mattress to dip. He let go of one of your thighs, and not a second later, you could feel his hot dick pressing against your entrance.
The clone let out a pleased sigh as he rubbed himself along your folds, slicking his cock with the unrelenting wetness your body had prepared. He pulled your shoulder to lean you back into him, forcing you up onto your knees. Kakashi’s eyes were focused directly between your legs, where you could see the head of the clone’s dick poke through every time he was pressed as close to you as possible.
Your eyes fluttered at the way you could feel every ridge and vein rub along you. Kakashi sat back on his butt, his legs folded on either side of him as his hand wrapped around his dick again. He was practically drooling at the sight of you, about to be impaled on his cock. You whimpered and tried to reach behind you, splaying your palm on the clone’s thigh.
“You’ve been so good,” the clone praised from behind you. “Does my good girl want my cock inside her?”
“Yes!” you begged. “Fuck, Kakashi please!”
“Well why didn’t you say so?” he teased, gripping your hips a little tighter before pushing his entire length into you.
“AH!” you shouted, clutching blindly behind you as the clone sighed out a gorgeous moan. He held you there for a minute, your ass forced into his hips as he lifted you up a bit. His left arm wrapped around your shoulders, and his right held the front of your right hip. You knew you were secure in his hold, but you clutched to him all the same.
“Is that what you wanted, Y/N?” He pulsed his hips forward to bounce you once on his cock. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
You reached back to grab his hair, your legs trembling. You couldn’t help but roll your hips, your body begging for more stimulation. If he would just reach a little lower and touch your chest, or adjust the hold of his right hand so he could touch your clit, or just…move.
“You want more, sweetheart?”
“Kashi,” you whined. “Please…”
“How can I ever say no when you ask so nicely?” He hummed as he kissed your temple. “I’m going to put you back down on the mattress, okay?”
You nodded, so eager for him, it was almost pathetic. He brought you back down to your hands and knees, his cock still buried deep. The clone growled as he pulled out slowly, just to thrust back in deep enough to kiss your cervix. You yelped and tugged at the sheets. He repeated the action, fucking you slow and deep, dragging moans from your throat as his thick cock stretched you out.
When he picked up speed, your eyes rolled back in your head at the delicious feeling of him ramming into you from behind. Broken cries fell from your mouth. His hips collided with your round ass over and over, his fingers digging into your hips.
“Gods, you look so fucking good right now.”
You forced your eyes open to see Kakashi abusing himself, his eyes all over you, memorizing the way you looked as he fucked you from behind. You bit your lip, embarrassed at the sounds you were making.
“Yes, you do,” the clone agreed, sliding his hands from your hips to squeeze your waist. You squealed, the possessive touch tickling your sides.
“Ka-kashi—” you moaned, still trying to rein yourself in.
Suddenly, Kakashi sat up on his knees, stroking himself barely two inches from your mouth. His hand fell from his dick, the swollen organ pointed directly at you. “Open up, baby.”
It was the invitation you’d been waiting an eternity for. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, ready to slide your mouth down his irresistible dick, when the clone absolutely railed you. The force of it pushed you forward and made you open your mouth wider in a yelp of ecstasy. You swallowed Kakashi’s cock whole, closing your lips around him and trembling to regain balance.
Kakashi groaned at the feeling of your warm mouth back on his cock. His right hand tangled into your hair as he let his head fall back. “Ohhhh that’s my good girl.”
Having Kakashi’s thick cock filling both your mouth and your pussy was completely different from their little show with one index finger in each hole. Your heart panicked for a second as your brain was forced to decide whether to send a signal to your throat or your pelvis. You clumsily tried to meet the clone’s thrusts, bending your back in effort to take him a little easier, but that made Kakashi bump awkwardly into the roof of your mouth. You shifted your positioning on the mattress, slowly moving one hand or knee barely an inch at a time. But once you allowed yourself to stop trying so hard and just let your body respond to them, you found a rhythm.
“That’s it Y/N, just like that,” Kakashi moaned.
“You’re doing so well,” his clone praised you, running one hand all over your back and side as the other held tight to your hip. “Do you like being twice as full, sweetheart?”
With the two of them more or less in control of where your body was, you were free to try and add in whatever you could. You swirled your tongue around Kakashi’s dick, moaning and trying to squeeze the clone just a little tighter. One of them growled a deep sound, but you were too focused on keeping upright to know which it was. It hardly mattered though, since they each started making so much noise, it was like Kakashi was competing with himself.
“Mmm suck my cock, Y/N.”
“Fuck, your tight little pussy looks so good stretched around my fat cock.”
“I love watching you swallow my dick.”
“Arch your back a little more for me.”
“Your tongue feels so good, baby.”
The filthy things they were saying had the intended effect; enthusiasm flooded through you and you just wanted to make them feel better and better. You whined and whimpered, looking up at Kakashi. His eyes were on you, full of absolute love and lust. Heat rushed to your cheeks at how much Kakashi was enjoying himself. He and his clone worked in perfect tandem. One would yank you closer while the other one slid you to the tip of his cock, and both directions seemed to bring him pure bliss.
“Mmmm you treat my cock so well, baby,” Kakashi purred, watching your lips slide back and forth over him. “You’re so, fucking, good to me.”
Even when filling you from both directions, he still made you feel deeply adored. You were sensitive from the orgasm he’d already given you, and suddenly, you felt the clone reach one hand around to toy with your clit. He barely even had to brush his fingers over you for two seconds—Kakashi's look of adoration was already the last straw.
“Mmmmnnff!” you felt your muscles contract around the clone’s penis, the vibrations of your throat sending shocks of pleasure up through Kakashi’s body. You angled your hips to take his clone as deep as possible inside you as came, drooling around Kakashi’s dick and letting him grab you and guide you while your brain caught up.
“Shit—” the clone gasped, fingers bruising your hips as he held you close and slammed into you with indulgent vigor. “So tight—” His speed and force made you whine even more, until he suddenly pulled out and you felt his cum coat your ass and your lower back. It made you squirm, and when you looked back up at Kakashi, you saw that his gaze had finally been torn away from your mouth. The only thing he was focused on now was the way his sticky white cum was all over you. And, he got to do it again.
“Fuck, Y/N!” he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you into his pelvis, burying his cock as deep in your throat as he could reach. You hadn’t quite recovered from your own orgasm or the feeling of his clone painting your ass, but when you felt him tug you forward, you recognized that pulse at the base of his cock, and you relaxed your throat to let him finish as spit dribbled from your lip. The warm, sticky fluid dripped down your throat, and your instincts took over from there. You licked at him to make sure he gave you every drop, not stopping until he finally yanked his hips away.
The first thing you did was gasp, greedily taking air into your lungs. Then a tremor ran through your arms, your sharp inhale unnecessary as four strong arms wrapped around you and skillfully eased you into Kakashi’s chest. You chuckled as you caught your breath, hugging your gorgeous silver-haired boyfriend and nuzzling your cheek into his skin.
“Are you okay?” he panted.
“Mhmm,” you nodded, taking a few more breaths before looking up at him. “Y-you?”
He hummed and kissed the top of your head, holding you securely to his chest. “I love you. You did so well.”
“So, you liked it?” you smiled.
“I…I really liked it,” he admitted, blushing and looking at your feet.
You hadn’t even realized the clone was missing until he returned to the room with a glass of water and a damp towel. He handed you the water and you gratefully drained the glass as he worked to clean off your back. When you were done, Kakashi gently took you by your chin and tilted your head up to plant a sweet kiss on your lips. “I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you too. So much.”
Kakashi brought you with him as he laid down on his side, continuing to kiss you while his clone spooned in against your back. That flawless copy of his mouth pressed gentle kisses to your spine and shoulder blades, making you sigh a blissed-out sound. You enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by him; sandwiched between two copies of the man you loved more than you could stand.
Kakashi and his clone continued to kiss you until his chakra ran dangerously low. He might be no stranger to hospital stays for chakra exhaustion, but you would be damned if you had to explain the situation to even a single medic-nin. So you urged him to dismiss the clone, but even as Kakashi drifted off to rebuild his strength, you knew it wouldn't be long until you’d be seeing double again.
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Characters: Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Izuna
Tags: canonical character death, eye trauma
A Gift for @madaraservingcunt
Summary:
There is an Armenian phrase: քոռանամ ես / "may I go blind" which is said in response to a loved one's bad news. As in, "I wish I was blind so I didn't have to see you sad."
“I wish I could take this pain from you,” Izuna said earnestly.
Madara felt nauseated with guilt, he returned the firm grip and shook his head, shaking away the very notion.
“No, it’s I who wishes I could take this from you.” There was a desperation in Madara’s voice. In the spaces between the words he silently begged Izuna’s forgiveness for failing him and silently pleaded with any sort of deity to make it so and switch their places. Madara felt his eyes sting with tears. They were useless to gauge how much Izuna was trying to soothe him, but the tear ducts were still fully functioning.
Madara is blind. Izuna is dying.
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Madara sat silently, his eyes unfocused as he listened to Izuna’s labored breathing. He sat on his knees besides his brother, while the other laid before him struggling to endure. He was still but felt Izuna’s hand trembling in his own. It loosened and seemed to lose strength at unpredictable intervals then tighten and squeeze Madara’s as he tried to hold on a while longer. The wound itself had done a number on Izuna, but it was the inflamed red skin swelling around the stitches and oozing discharge that had tipped them off that it was infection that was consuming his brother.
He hadn’t left Izuna’s side for days now. There were moments he felt hopeful that Izuna would pull through, that the brief periods of rest and sleep were a turn for the better, but as the clamminess of Izuna’s hand spread to his own it became apparent that they had exhausted any potential best case scenarios.
Madara couldn’t see the details of Izuna’s face, partly due to the sun retreating down beyond the horizon, but even if it had been a bright clear day, it would not have made much of a difference. His vision was blurred and darkened by repeated use of his mangekyo sharingan. And while his sensing abilities had allowed him to maneuver and manage through battle and everyday life, Madara’s gaze was fixed on the vague shape of his brother’s prone form in front of him. Perhaps he only imagined the outline and his mind simply filled in the blanks and imagined the familiar length and shape he’d known nearly all his life.
“You look more pathetic than I do.”
Madara felt a knot form in his throat as he heard Izuna’s voice. He could hear the forced effort in trying to sound lighthearted, but there was a distinct lack in the tone that made the words fall heavy on his ears. Madara could not see it, but he knew that Izuna was smiling through the fever and agony of his own body giving up on him. He tried to construct Izuna’s smile from memory, imagining the reassuring look he must have been receiving right now.
“Judging from the sound of your voice I highly doubt that.”
Izuna attempted to laugh, but it came out as a choked groan as the movement in his torso caused the screaming site of his gash to strangle the sound in his throat. Madara flinched and gave his brother’s hand a squeeze.
How did it come to this? What could he have done differently? He thought back to sensing the flare of chakra that seemed to cry out in shock when Izuna had been pierced. His gloves had been covered in dirt and soot from the battle they’d been preoccupied with. Perhaps if he had taken greater care to not have them so close to the injury when he caught Izuna’s falling body. Perhaps if he had not hesitated in seeking medical attention right away. Perhaps if he had taken Hashirama’s offer of a ceasefire and peace talks. Or perhaps if he had dropped to his knees right then and there and begged Hashirama to heal his brother.
“Madara.”
Madara turned his face towards the source, staring in the direction of Izuna’s face.
“Aniki…”
Madara felt the mass in his throat drop sickeningly into the pit of his stomach. His insides seemed to churn as he heard Izuna call out to him. His own hand went limp as he felt the breath leave his body and it was Izuna who gripped tighter trying to ground Madara back with him.
“I wish I could take this pain from you,” Izuna said earnestly.
Madara felt nauseated with guilt, he returned the firm grip and shook his head, shaking away the very notion.
“No, it’s I who wishes I could take this from you.” There was a desperation in Madara’s voice. In the spaces between the words he silently begged Izuna’s forgiveness for failing him and silently pleaded with any sort of deity to make it so and switch their places. Madara felt his eyes sting with tears. They were useless to gauge how much Izuna was trying to soothe him, but the tear ducts were still fully functioning. He failed once more to support his brother in his hour of need as his own body seemed to be falling apart with every second that was counting down.
“Aniki, may I go blind.”
It was then that Madara believed that perhaps he was indeed the one in worse shape. It was a saying that one rarely hoped to hear, for it was never uttered under pleasant circumstances. A saying expressing that the speaker would choose to lose their sight rather than have to see the recipient’s sorrow. Madara wouldn’t wish this blindness on anyone, yet Izuna uttered the words and wished it so. He couldn’t stand to watch his brother’s grief. Madara brought his free hand up to his face, trying to conceal the way it twisted in anguish from the other.
“I’m sorry.”
He had always been so strong and resolute in everything he did. He had been the force that paved the way for his brothers and the source of comfort for his siblings as they lost one another and shrunk in numbers. He had stayed stone faced when their father died and the responsibilities of leadership landed on his and Izuna’s shoulders. His walls stayed firmly in place when he turned away from his only friend. But as he sat there with the only person he’d stayed so steadfast for over the unceasing years, he felt everything begin to crack and crumble into brittle pieces around him.
It tortured him to know that his weak fortitude caused Izuna such heartache in his final moments. Madara would have given anything to have the strength to provide Izuna a more comforting last view of him.
He would have given anything to have a last view of Izuna.
There was a long pause, and if it had not been for the weak but present grip of Izuna’s hand in his own, he would have panicked and thought the worst. Madara felt Izuna’s hand pull away and the motion made his entire body tense and lean forward, afraid to be untethered from the other.
He heard an unnerving wet sound and the pants and soft vocalizations of pain. He reached a hand out frantically to find Izuna and felt it stopped by fragile fingers wrapping around his wrist.
“Careful,” Izuna said with a sudden calm. Madara felt the fingers of Izuna’s other hand touch his shaking palm. They were warm and wet. A familiar metallic scent wafted to his nose that made bile rise up in his throat.
“Izuna,” he croaked worriedly. There was blood. Where was the blood coming from? Had the suture site reopened? “Your wound-”
“It’s fine.”
Nothing about this was fine.
“Don’t move, you’ll only-”
“Take these.”
Madara felt the fingertips in his palm spread open and something soft and round dropped into his hand. His breath caught in his throat as realization set in.
“Izuna-”
“Please.”
They both sat in silence and darkness for a moment. Had Izuna somehow read his mind and granted him this parting gift? He bit his lip in resignation, and as Izuna felt Madara shift and raise his free hand back up to his face, Izuna loosened his grip on Madara’s wrist and let his hands fall back down to his sides.
Another wet sound. A pulse of pain that radiated through Madara’s skull. And a series of disorienting images that flashed across his mind in a reel of memories that were familiar but not his own. He saw battles he remembered fighting but from a perspective that was not his. He saw afternoons of training and his own smiling face beaming at himself. But it was not himself he was smiling at, it was Izuna. He saw moments as his brother remembered them and his heart sank at the sight of the world rushing past his vision and the ground approaching quickly. He saw his own distressed expression looking down at him, then fading images that come and go of other faces hovering over him and looking down solemnly, but always in the corner of his field of vision was himself growing more and more restless. He saw the room they were currently in as it was only a few minutes prior and as he stared back at himself filled with regret and grief. Ah, it was no wonder Izuna couldn’t bear to see him like this any longer.
Madara took a breath as his new vision adjusted. The room was dim, but the outlines of everything suddenly had such clear definition and structure. He sat staring forward at the wall as candlelight cast flickering shadows against it. The room was quiet and he suddenly became aware of the air he was holding in his lungs. But he was too afraid to release it. There was no other sound in the room, and he worried that if he exhaled he would miss it. He would miss the subtle breath or shift that would indicate Izuna was still there.
He continued to hold his breath until his lungs ached. But this was an acute pain he could handle. It was concentrated to his chest and muscles and if he could drag it out just a little longer then he could focus on that instead of the deep-seeded suffering that was taking root at his very core. His vision blurred again, not from any degenerative illness or punishments but rather from tears and his body screaming for air. But why should he breathe? No, he couldn’t. He couldn’t so selfishly hog the oxygen while his brother may open his mouth at any moment to draw breath again.
Madara let out a strangled gasp. His breathing was heavy and loud, carrying the very beginnings of sobs on each guttural pant as he listened and waited for Izuna to do the same. And waited. And waited.
Madara finally looked down. His gaze landed on Izuna’s hands at his sides. Blood stained the digits and palm of one hand, no doubt the one Izuna had used to remove his eyes. Madara’s gaze traveled up the length of Izuna’s arms and lingered on his chest as he watched for even the slightest movement. Just a millimeter was all it needed to rise, less even, anything would have been suitable. But he continued to wait for it like he had waited in the silence.
Madara turned his head to finally look at Izuna’s face. His eyes were closed and blood marred his brother’s delicate features. But it wasn’t the sight of the blood that made him feel ill, it was the way Izuna’s eyelids didn’t sit quite right with no orbs beneath them to give structure. It was the unnatural stillness. It was a look he’d seen on many other faces throughout his life, but it was haunting on Izuna’s. His very being was wracked with devastation as he took in the desolate sight.
This gift of sight and an opportunity to see his brother one last time, but at the cost of having this be the last memory he’d have of Izuna.
Not only this took me way too long to write, it also had my brain in shambles. Writing Tobirama, Y/n's cunning personality and their relationship proved more complicated than I thought. Still, I hope it makes for a nice, steamy read!
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[Naruto Shippuden - Tobirama Senju x Reader - NSFW]
Warnings: dom!reader, sub!Tobirama, rough sex, oral sex, sexual tension, orgasm denial, praise-kink, creampie, overstimulation, mentions of hook-ups, hints of manipulation. Minors, do not interact!
A long exhale crossed your lips as you eyed the dozen papers you still had to go through. Standard tests had never been your thing as a student, and they were even less now that you were a teacher. They were bland, boring, a chore compared to the essays you loved reading on such quiet evenings. The blazing heatwave that befell Konoha a few days ago only made your focus wane further, and though you had your windows open, it seemed the cool breeze never found its way into your living room. Still, you refused to push your task off anymore than you already did. After a quick sip of your chilled drink you resumed your work, underlining mistakes and incorrect answers in the same red you used to dread.
The fluid movement of your hand came to a halt when you heard knocking. You glanced at your door, and again five distinct hits resounded against the wood, forceful enough to betray a certain impatience. Your lips curled into a smirk.
"Come in, it's open!" You yelled, your eyes snapping back to the test in front of you.
The door slamming hard behind him, and the stomping of his feet as he made his way to you confirmed the identity of your visitor. Adrenaline rushed in your veins, as you knew all too well how things would play out the moment the two of you shared the same space. You watched him march towards your desk out of the corner of your eye, and showed no trace of a reaction when he slapped his hands down on the wooden surface.
"What's the matter with you, woman?" He exclaimed, his chest rising in time with his labored breathing.
You turned another marked test onto the pile beside you. "Good evening to you too, Tobirama." You replied, not even sparing him a glance.
Tobirama towered over you for a moment before taking a step back, his palm coming to rest firm on his forehead. "You just had to do it."
"Do what?"
"Dragging my propositions down in front of the entire academy council!"
His accusation earned a soft chuckle from you. "I did no such thing. I merely pointed out the gaps in your reasoning." You let go of your pencil and rose from your seat, the intensity in your gaze rivaling his as you held it. "If you spent less time in your private lab and more in the classrooms, perhaps you'd have noticed them."
The soft, composed tone of your voice infuriated him in the most delicious way. You reveled in the sight of his stern expression flushing red in the face of your nonchalance, your arrogant smile daring him to contradict you just so you could witness more of his rigid facade crumble before you. The thrill of this single thought jolted your every cell. Nothing felt more delightful than seeing Tobirama lose control. Nothing fed your most primal needs more than him coming undone before you, and beneath you.
Feline grace infused your every movement, from your fingertips caressing the wood of the desk, to your legs walking a slow strut as you made your way around it. As you closed in on him, restlessness began eating at him, and a fiery need bloomed deep within you, screaming for you to ravage your handsome intruder.
"My dear Tobirama." His name rolled on your tongue, sweet and taunting through the velvet of your voice, a stinging blow to his stubborn defense. "You don't need an excuse to come see me, you know?"
Your smile grew wicked the moment his gaze escaped yours, and his arms crossed on his chest in an attempt to keep you away. Clearly he had forgotten that such meager measures wouldn't stop you from getting what you wanted. You retaliated with equal defiance, one hand brushing up the skin of his exposed arm, the other coming to rest on his cheek. "I thought our past encounters had made this clear." You added, your thumb gently tracing the line of his tattoo.
A groan breached his desirable lips in response to your touch, and you had to bite yours not to spill a moan yourself. He was so beautiful, so irresistible when torn by the thorns of desire. You knew the struggle came to an end when his eyes narrowed on you, burning with raw lust.
"Damn you, y/n." He muttered through gritted teeth.
Before you knew it, he closed the distance between you two with a kiss so rough it nearly knocked you over the desk. You heaved a sigh of delight as his urgent tongue found yours and offered you the sweet, intoxicating taste of his surrender. Tobirama was yours once again. His hands were everywhere on your body, roaming, groping, clawing at your back so you could not escape, while his lips rushed past the soft curve of your jaw to plant heated kisses on your neck.
"That's it..." You sighed against his silver hair. "Give in, Tobirama."
The very last of his resolve broke with your first moan. With brute strength he lifted you on the desk and claimed your mouth again, feeding on every sound you made as if plagued by boundless hunger. The sound of broken glass and collapsing paper piles behind you only added to the thrill of your shared passion. You trembled as his fingers chased the soft of your skin, impatient to rid you of your clothes and reap more of your intoxicating sounds. It took him mere seconds to have you fully exposed, and a willing, wicked smile was all he needed to start worshiping you.
A jolt of fiery pleasure shook your core the moment his greedy mouth latched onto your breast and teased your hardened nipple. He nibbled the sensitive flesh in between flicks of his tongue, while his hands fondled your chest in a manner all but gentle. Such fervor had you ache for more. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pressed your bare sex against his erection, feeling it harden and throb beneath the fabric of his trousers.
"Show me how much you missed me." You hissed with a roll of your hips. "Show me how much you missed my cunt."
The word had barely crossed your lips that his knees hit the ground with a loud thud. His fingers dug into your thighs and pushed them wide open, revealing your soaking wet slit and the glistening trails between your legs. You purred at the sight of your lover mesmerized in the face of your aching need, before he tore a lengthy moan from deep within you. His tongue skillfully weaved between your drenched folds and into your slick core, tasting you, drinking you, pouring his all into pleasing the woman ruling over his most obscene thoughts. Your legs tremored as he focused his unbridled adoration on your swollen clit. He flickered your bud with the perfect amount of pressure, and made you see stars when he sucked on it just how you loved. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling as the tension coiling your insides suddenly became unbearable. You unraveled to the sound of Tobirama's depraved groans.
As you came down from your high, you took in the sight of your disheveled lover. His mouth wet with your essence, eyes filled with sin, he offered you a grin you were quick to capture with a kiss. The taste of your climax dancing on his tongue rekindled a need satisfied too soon.
"You did good, but I need more." You muttered as your fingers went to trace the curve of his erection. "Can you give me more, Tobirama?"
"Yes." He hissed in the crook of your neck. Satisfied with his answer, you grabbed the sash encircling his waist and guided him to your bedroom.
The door slamming behind the both of you marked the beginning of your shared insanity. Your lungs begged for your eager kisses to be broken. Your groans mingled into a single primal call. Your hands sought the heat of his skin past his clothes, tearing them off of him when they dared to hinder your ardent exploration. At last, the object of your desire was bare before you. His chiseled chest and toned thighs bore the same red lines that adorned his face, framing his form with delectable perfection. As for his cock, it was begging you for attention.
One push and the Senju collapsed onto your bed as you towered over him. The sight of your lover spread over the sheets, insolent eyes beckoning you to put an end to weeks of yearning proved your absolute undoing. Impetuous with need you pounced on your prey and trapped him beneath you, your heat meeting with his in a final moment of sweet torture. Tobirama groaned, bucked into you, but only when his frantic plea reached your ears, did you impale yourself onto his aching length.
You shuddered from head to toe as bliss in its purest form coursed your veins. That tight cunt of yours was taking him so fucking well. You had not even begun your sensual ministrations that Tobirama was already arching beneath you, hands hooking at the flesh of your hips, desperate to chase the pleasure you were denying him. A chuckle rumbled deep in your chest. It was time to claim what was yours to take.
Without warning, you sheathed his shaft to the hilt and settled on a lustful, erratic pace that had him choking on his moans. Your own debauched cries filled the room as you slammed your hips against his and fed the scorching heat radiating in your core. Tobirama tried in vain to meet your reckless grinding, but was no match in the face of your insatiable appetite. He could only tear at your bed sheets as you rode him with complete abandon, his voice breaking the more he called your name in utter delight.
"Oh fuck!" You exclaimed when a sharp wave of pleasure rippled through your insides. Starving for more, you grabbed hold of Tobirama's sides and tilted your hips for his length to please the sweet spots inside you again and again. Your walls squeezed around him as you drove yourself through ecstasy, your ego feeding on the sound of your lover's feral groans. This is where your dear Tobirama belonged; rock hard and moaning beneath you while you drowned in your selfish pleasure.
As your grinding grew more desperate, Tobirama's tries at chasing his own release grew more frantic. His nails carved deep scratches on your thighs as he strained to pull you down onto him, cursing out loud at your tight cunt milking his cock. You pushed through the soreness gripping at your muscles and met his heat with even more fervor, your breaths ragged and head spinning from the raw pleasure pooling between your legs. A cry spilled from your gaping mouth as you convulsed on top of him and a powerful orgasm washed over you, putting a brutal halt to your carnal madness.
A long minute trickled by before the rhythmic contractions jolting your body slowly ebbed away. You could've basked in your bliss for hours more, were it not for the handsome man writhing on your bed and clinging to your hips. Your eyes flickered down on him, and a malicious grin drew on your face.
"You've been so good to me, my darling Tobirama." You praised, leaning over him to plant a soft kiss on his lips. You trailed several more along his defined jaw, savoring the frustration in his every whimper as you did, and whispered when you reached his ear. "Say the words and I'll give you what you want."
You accompanied your promise with a vicious roll of your hips that tore a deep grunt from his heaving chest. His cock twitched inside of you, harder than ever, imploring your cunt to resume its divine work.
"Y/n..." He panted, the expression on his face betraying both the fury and agony gnawing at him. "Please."
There was no sweeter scene to behold, and you beamed knowing it was solely yours to witness.
Eyes locking with his, you caged him with your arms and slowly raised your hips before crashing them down on him. His sonorous moans filled the room once again as you worked your tight, slick walls around his throbbing cock, mewling yourself from the overstimulation jolting your core. You rocked into him furiously, pain shooting up your thighs from his insane grip, until you felt him shudder. He came undone in a loud groan, his spine arching and your name dying on his tongue as he spilled his hot seed into you.
You stilled on top of him, triumph painting your every feature as you watched him go numb on the pillows, his face flushed red and his pale skin glistening with sweat. You had brought him exactly where you wanted him to be, and all it took to rile him up was just a few words in front of an audience.
"You vixen." He grunted. You took the compliment with a chuckle and offered him a final kiss, which he reciprocated with equal longing.
Tobirama could ignore you, challenge you, even despise you in front of everyone out there, but be it in the depths of night or behind closed doors, his passion would always tell a different story.
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Warnings: fluff, smut, spooning, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, light angst if you squint
Word Count: 3.2k
Summary: A tiring mission leaves Kakashi feeling drained, but coming home to you is the perfect remedy.
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Kakashi carried his leaden bones and worn-out muscles through the door, careful to reset the security seals before kicking off his sandals and stumbling into the bathroom. He groaned as he tugged away his bindings and tossed his soiled clothes in the hamper. His muscles were tight, but he turned on the shower and let the steam fill the room.
His fingers gripped the counter and he looked at himself in the mirror. Dark circles hung under his eyes, dirt and dried sweat and blood crusted onto his skin. He molded his hand to his jaw and pressed his thumb into the junction under his ear. He worked at the tightness for a minute before he pulled away, stepping into the shower and letting the hot water pulse onto him.
It had been a struggle to force himself into the shower, but as soon as he was under the showerhead, he felt ready to fall asleep standing up. He kept his eyes closed, enjoying the liquid heat loosening his muscles and washing the grime of the mission down the drain. But it wasn’t enough to just stand there. He reached for the shampoo and scrubbed his hair, washing it clean. The water swirling down the drain was murkier than he expected it to be, and as strongly as he had wanted to climb directly into bed the second he had walked through the front door, he was relieved he had the discipline to shower off. There was no way he could have brought all of that filth to bed.
Just a few minutes later he was finished, scrubbed clean and newly dog-tired. While the warmth of the shower released some of his tension, it had thrown him further toward exhaustion. He went through the final motions, brushing his teeth but skipping the post-mission shave. His cheeks weren’t prickly enough to bother him; he could deal with it tomorrow.
His shoulders were heavy as he finally made his way into the bedroom, but a lightness spread through his body when his eyes fell on your form; tucked under the blanket and lying on your side with your back facing him. The curve of your body was like a siren song, drawing him toward the bed. He was again grateful he’d forced himself to shower before coming into the bedroom. He certainly wouldn’t have had the strength to leave after getting this close.
He slid on a pair of briefs before carefully crawling in behind you, sliding between the sheets and finding your soft body. You looked so peaceful and perfect, wearing only panties and a lightweight sleep shirt that had bunched and collected around your waist.
Kakashi snuck as close as possible and adjusted his position to fit his body perfectly against you. Where your knees bent, his did as well. His chest fit up against your back. He burrowed his right arm carefully under your waist, wrapping his left around your front so they might both meet and pull you closer.
He hated the idea that he might disturb your sleep, but the mission—and the clean up afterward—had drained him. All he wanted was to feel as much of you as he could.
The great Copy-nin of Konoha was desperate.
He tucked his face into the curve of your neck and allowed himself to deeply inhale the welcoming and familiar scent of your clean skin.
“Hmm?” You stirred, a tiny confused sound echoing from your throat as you tensed a little. “Kashi?”
Sleep still had a tight hold on you, your questions coming out in barely intelligible mumbles. Still, the sound of his name on your lips made Kakashi beam from ear to ear.
“It’s me, Y/N,” he whispered against your skin, selfishly savoring you as you shivered in response. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I just…really missed you.”
The admission was heavy in his throat, despite all the similar gestures he’d already shared with you to get to this point. Burying his vulnerability was an old habit, but at times it was still hard for Kakashi to shake.
Funny, how you could break through his defenses, even in the grip of sleep.
“C’mere,” you muttered sleepily as you nestled back against his chest. You hummed a pleased sound as you took hold of his arms and surrounded yourself more tightly with them, like he was a security blanket on a stormy night. “Missed you too. Glad you’re home.”
Kakashi smiled and nuzzled his face into your hair. “Shh, go back to sleep, baby.”
He sighed and brushed his lips over your skin, the taste and scent of you finally beating back the anxiety that had caused his heart to race the last two nights and make sleep impossible. But here, in the comfort of this shared bed, your essence calmed his senses and lulled him into a true state of security strong enough to finally allow him to sleep. Here, with you secure in his grasp, he was finally home.
As long as he had you, he would be okay.
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When you first woke up, you couldn’t understand how you’d managed to tangle yourself in the blankets so tightly that you were effectively restrained. But when you shifted your shoulders and were met with the solid form of Kakashi behind you, pure joy flooded your body. The memory of him coming home and pulling you close sometime in the early hours of the morning put a smile on your face, and the feeling of his insistent erection against your ass morphed that smile into a smirk.
His breaths were deep and warm against the back of your neck, tickling the soft hairs at your nape. He was buried so deep that you couldn’t believe he wasn’t choking on your hair with every inhale. One of his hands had burrowed underneath your sleep shirt, splayed over your abdomen to keep you close. The other was snaked under your waist, curling all the way around to be sure you were completely trapped. His hips were just barely moving, his half-hard dick nestled against your ass despite the obstacles of both his and your own underwear.
You angled your hips just a little, pressing back as he pushed forward. He exhaled a cross between a grunt and a moan. His hold on you somehow tightened as he started working his hips a little faster, still fast asleep. The feel of him rutting against you was making your skin tingle, warmth and moisture pooling between your thighs. You arched yourself to a sharper angle to meet him with a bit more pressure. It felt too good; the moan that tore from your throat sounded way too loud in the quiet of the room barely yet bathed in sunlight.
He suddenly stopped, eyelashes tickling your neck as he blinked awake. A warm shade of pink pricked your cheeks as he hummed against your skin, stretching his muscles to wake his body.
“Mmmmm, good morning sweetheart,” he sighed, rubbing his nose against the shell of your ear. “I was just having the best dream.”
A grin tugged at your lips. “Oh?”
“Mhmm,” he hummed again and lightly kissed your jaw. “You were there.”
“Was I?” you smiled. “And what was I doing?”
His laughter—deep from his chest, the most husky and satisfied sound you’d ever heard from him—vibrated against your back. Your heart was absolutely overflowing with love for this man. He nipped at your earlobe and let his hands skim over the skin of your stomach. “It’ll be easier if I show you.”
He ran his hand down your body and gripped your hip, holding your ass flush against his lap. You giggled as he ground his erection against you, kissing and nibbling at your jaw and the tendons of your neck. You reached back to hold the roots of his hair.
Kakashi slid his hand from your hip to his own waist, pushing his briefs down with uncoordinated, overeager movements. He finally got the fabric halfway down his thighs and you felt the warmth of his skin against yours. Having him so close just felt so good, and you’d missed him while he was gone, even though it was one of his shorter missions. Being with him just made you so happy, and nothing made you happier than to just let your body react to him.
You exhaled excitedly as you felt arousal slicken between your legs. Kakashi hummed against your skin, noticing how ready and eager you were for him. His long fingers hooked under your panties and he yanked them down as he continued to kiss you. Then you felt him reach as far down your leg as he could, lifting it to position it on his hip.
He was immediately at your opening, teasing your hole with the head of his cock. Every push felt like it would finally be the one that would fill you, but he kept taunting you right up to the point you were ready to beg him to take you already. You felt his knowing smile on your skin when he finally pushed his full length inside your welcoming hole.
Another wanton moan escaped your lips and Kakashi smirked against your neck. “Mmmm that’s it, baby. It was just like that.” His left hand stayed on your thigh, his right arm cradling your waist and keeping you flat against his chest. “Hmmm, I love holding you while I fuck you.”
Tiny sighs of pleasure slid from your lips. “Kashi…”
“You feel so good,” he groaned, his mouth skating over your neck as he gently pumped in and out of you. “Already so wet for me.”
Your fingers scrambled over whatever bits of him you could reach while he leisurely rocked his hips. “I can’t help it,” you moaned. “I missed you—haaa—so much while you were gone.”
“Mmm well let me make it up to you.”
You gasped out as he pulled you back onto his cock over and over. His hold on you stayed tight as he lovingly fucked into your wet heat. You could hear the messy squelching sounds of your body being invaded by him, his throbbing dick finally at home inside of you.
“Ohh, Kakashi!”
Kakashi bit down gently on the shell of your ear, licking at the captive skin as he tightened his hold around your waist. He trapped you in place as his hips moved in a harsher rhythm. His knee wedged between your legs to open you wider, his greedy cock pushing your labia apart and easing access for every inch of his shaft. Kakashi shifted his arm again and you sharply winced as his elbow ground into your rib.
“Sorry,” he panted. “You okay?”
You nodded, sucking air through your teeth as you tried to adjust your position to relieve the pressure. Kakashi gently kissed your cheek as he slid his arm from under you. “Here,” he cooed, slowly pulling himself out of your soft insides. You whined at the empty feeling, but he kissed your shoulder to soothe you. “Don’t worry baby. I’m not done with you yet.”
He rolled you onto your back and immediately climbed on top of you, holding himself up to hover over you and admire you. “You’re so beautiful,” he complimented you. You blushed, sure that your hair must look as wild as his silver locks did.
But he clearly didn’t care. He bent his arms to lower himself closer to you and captured your lips in a sweet kiss. You could feel his right hand cup your jaw, caressing the side of your face as he tenderly ran his tongue along your lip to open your mouth. You couldn’t help yourself, parting your lips easily and letting your tongue meet his. He groaned deep in his throat and tilted your head to allow himself to kiss you deeper.
He pulled away after a few minutes, giving you a chance to breathe. “I missed you too, Y/N. I couldn’t wait to come back home to you.”
“Kakashi…” Your heart was absolutely melting at how affectionate Kakashi was being. It wasn’t so much that it was out of the ordinary, but sometimes after a tough mission, he just had a certain softness about him. You were worried for what he might have been through, and although you were always thankful that the danger wasn’t so much that didn’t come home, you still didn’t like the thought of him being so shaken.
Before you had a chance to wonder too much, you felt the blunt head of his cock pressing back at your entrance. Your body was overexcited to receive him again. Kakashi sighed in contentment as he easily slid all the way in, bumping his hips into yours. Warmth flooded your chest, your heart expanding to the point of bursting with how much you loved him and how adored he made you feel. The reaction was automatic; you wrapped your arms around his back and hugged him close.
If he needed affection, you wanted to shower him with it.
“Y/N…” His body blanketed yours, his chest completely covering yours and securing you with his reassuring weight and solid muscle. His right hand cupped the back of your head to bring you back in for another kiss. His slower, purposeful thrusts were hitting all the right spots. You felt the tension simmering below your navel.
He took his left hand and buried it under your hip, his fingers splaying over your ass as he gave it an affectionate squeeze. You giggled against his mouth even as he continued pulling soft moans from your chest. His mouth was desperate for you; never losing contact, not even when you tossed your head back as a notably delicious shiver spread through you. He just kept kissing you—whatever bit he could taste. You could feel more than hear him murmuring into your neck. “Feel so good baby,” he panted. “Love you.”
“Love you,” you responded. “You’re so good to me, Kakashi.”
He grunted a surprised, sensitive sound before burrowing his face into the crook of your neck. “Gods, Y/N…”
“It’s okay,” you smiled. He lifted his head to look at you, and you could see in his expression everything he felt: happy, safe, loved—and about to completely blow. “It’s alright. Cum for me Kakashi.”
He hesitated only a second before he kissed you hard, his fingers tangling into the messy hair at the back of your head. You could feel the vibrations of his lips as he mumbled more praises against you, picking up speed as he raced to his end. His teeth sunk into your lower lip and his hands each tightened their grips as he came, warmth flooding your insides and causing you to sigh and gasp against him.
His hips snapped into you twice more, a little of the intensity abandoned as his dick twitched, the last drops of cum draining into you. He groaned and kept your lip in his mouth’s grasp until his orgasm subsided. Only then did he let go, exhaling in ecstasy. Then he closed the small distance, recapturing your lip in a kiss barely a second after releasing it. You smiled against his mouth as he held the kiss like he would never get the chance to kiss you again.
When he finally broke away, he hovered his face over yours to look into your eyes. His shoulders rose and fell as he steadied his breath. A self-conscious blush deepened the color of your cheeks. He had his Sharingan closed, but the look in his iron-grey eye was so soft and loving that you could have cried.
After a minute, he shifted his gaze down your body and carefully lifted his weight off of you, slowly pulling back his hips. You shivered as his cock slid out of you, followed immediately by a small rush of his creamy release. It was warm as it leaked out of you, and Kakashi blushed as he let his Sharingan flutter open to catch a split-second of the intimate sight.
He looked back at you and smiled. The look on his face nearly took your breath away. Kakashi was far less guarded around you than he was with other people, but it was still a rare sight to see him so giddily content. He suddenly tucked his face back into your clavicle, the weight of his spent body keeping you trapped against the mattress.
“Well,” you giggled, “that was quite a dream.”
His breath was warm as it fanned over your chest in bright laughter. He scattered a few kisses across your collarbone before looking back up at you a little apprehensively. “You didn’t finish.”
For once, you were the one to smirk. “I’m sure you’ll think of a way to make it up to me.”
“Mmmm I’m sure I will,” he panted, mirth lacing his voice as he repositioned his arms to hug around your waist.
You let him just relax for a few minutes—catch his breath and enjoy the security of home. Your fingers tangled in his hair, playing with the strands that still somehow defied gravity despite the thin layer of sweat sticking some down by his ears. Your nails scratched along his scalp, drawing out a satisfied purr from the accomplished shinobi.
“So, how did the mission go?”
He thought for a full minute before answering. “Our intel wasn’t exactly current. The enemy was much more proficient in genjutsu than we had prepared for. And because of it, we couldn’t let our guards down for a single second.”
“It was a three-day mission though,” you considered. “What about sleep?”
“Sleep is…complicated, in a situation like that.”
The corners of your mouth turned down as you pictured Kakashi forcing himself to stay awake for days on end, the pressure of keeping his comrades safe stopping him from getting any more than a blink. You ran your hand through his hair, scratching his scalp again to settle him. You turned your neck down to gently kiss his forehead. “Get some more rest, Kakashi.”
His arms tightened around your waist. “Stay with me?”
“Of course I will.”
He nuzzled into the skin of your chest, his lazy mouth brushing sleepy kisses over the skin. It was still such an honor, that he would show you this side of himself. The vulnerable side, where he locked away all his fears and self-doubt. All the little anxieties that, while no one could blame him for having, he didn’t allow anyone else to see.
Enemies and comrades alike got the Copy-nin: Kakashi of the Sharingan, renowned shinobi and infallible hero. But you got Kakashi Hatake, precious man and veritable snuggle-bug, desperate for affection and love and security. And all you wanted was to give him every ounce he needed.
His breathing settled and his heartbeat relaxed as you felt his body sink down onto you. Even though you didn’t want to, you forced yourself to take your hand away from his scalp. He was such a light sleeper; trained to be alert at the drop of a pin. But you wanted him to get as much respite as possible. Plus, he just looked so absolutely adorable, face squished into the skin of your chest and arms holding you close.
“I’m so glad you're back,” you whispered. “This is where you belong.”
My techniques for overcoming a nasty writer’s block:
1. Set a word target for the day: 200 words, 500 words, 1000 words and type until you reach the target (500 is my go to). Write, write, just write. Even if it sounds like bullshit, just write!
2. Repeat these 2 mantras: “Anything is better than nothing” and “It’s always better to have something to edit, than a blank page”. I repeat these often.
3. Read through what you’ve written for the chapter so far, instead of trying to start from where you left off. Even if you make a single edit to your existing draft — it’s progress. And reading through what you’ve written gets you in the flow of the story and can carry you forward from where you left off.
4. Read your draft aloud! I can’t recommend this enough — I ALWAYS do this. Read it with emotion, with fervour, like you’re on stage. Think of authors who gathered their friends in one room and read out their writing to them. Imagine that! Plus this technique also helps me make the best edits, as you catch things that you wouldn’t normally through silent reading and you also catch parts that don’t flow well.
5. If you’re stuck in a scene or can’t figure out a character’s reaction to a situation, talk to yourself. Literally discuss with yourself how this scene should go in your opinion. Trust me, you know the right answer if you just explore it with yourself first. Ask yourself questions: so what would you feel if you were in this character’s place? So what would happen next? I swear by this technique. Satoru’s feelings in Infidelity are sometimes hard for me to navigate, so I ask myself such questions when needed.
6. Find music that fits your scene. For intense, thriller-like themes I recommend Trent Reznor’s OSTs, for example. Change the music to fit every scene.
7. Another surefire technique of mine is walking. I get my best ideas when I’m taking walks. Even more amazing if you put the music that fits your scene on your phone and go walking outside. I usually walk in the mornings so I tell myself: “Today I’m gonna figure out this specific scene” and sure enough, during my walk, it all comes to me and I quickly jot the ideas down on my phone.
8. READ BOOKS - I will say this a million times if I have to! Reading books forms new neural connections in your brain — neural connections are like a bank of resources that your brain reaches for when it encounters a situation relevant to what you have stored. In more practical terms, reading books relaxes my own writing style by showing my brain what’s possible. So my brain basically goes, “Oh! So this is possible, then we don’t need to scrutinise and restrict our own writing so much!” My writing always suffers if I haven’t been reading any books. If you’re lazy and have shit for willpower like me, turn your reading into a system, i.e. decide which books you’re going to read this month, divide the pages up by the days in the month, and read your daily page quotas. Essentially, remove the element of choice. If you have to choose to do it, it burdens your willpower (proven). I don’t even choose my books for the month, I have a system in place that tells me which books I have to read this month — I removed the element of choice from this part too.
9. Learn new vocabulary on the daily. I always judge my own vocabulary and acutely sense it when my vocabulary is limited. When you’re reading books, you’ll inevitably run into words you don’t know. Look up their meaning at the time and jot them down (I do it in my Notes app). Those words will eventually accumulate, as they did for me, and I start from one end and take 5 words and learn those 5 words until the end of the day. Then I form sentences with those 5 words to memorise them better. Then the next 5 words the next day and keep going like that... I even set my 5 words for the day as my lockscreen so that I keep seeing them throughout the day. In my Notes app, I separate the words I’ve learned this way from the ones I still have to learn. So I can always go back to my list of learned words and find what I need. It also really helps to write a word or two of association in brackets next to the word, for example: preponderance (of fuckboys on dating sites), decanter (wine), quintessence (Satoru is the quintessence of humility), bandwidth (not wifi) etc.
10. A glass of wine or other mild alcohol can help loosen your writing brain from other stressors — BUT this is not sustainable and can’t be done on a regular basis. Don’t rely on this too much.
11. Take a few days’ break. Our brain has this proven ability where if you give it a task or a problem that you really care about, it will continue working on solving that problem in the background without you even consciously thinking about that problem anymore. If I’m stuck in a scene, I think intensely about it once and then step back. My brain now received the problem it needs to solve. A day or two later, my brain gives me the solution.
12. When I’m eating, instead of watching something, I tend to open my work in front of me and silently look through random parts of the draft. I’ve made many small but important edits this way and regained my interest in my own work.
13. Almost forgot — roleplay with yourself! Plant yourself in the situation and explore your own realistic reactions to the situation, or to what the other character said. Let me tell you, this is wacko energy, but I literally break down crying and even give myself anxiety while roleplaying some of my own scenes in Infidelity. This helps with moving a dialogue forward in a realistic way and also with exploring emotions that would arise in intense situations.
14. Again almost forgot literally my holy grail technique 🤦🏻♀️ — PLANNING. Now this one isn’t for every writer, as some writers need to feel the creative freedom where they just sit down and start typing, allowing the story to take them in any direction. Other writers (like me) have to thoroughly plan out the story. These days I won’t even start a story if I don’t know how it ends. And before writing each chapter, I have a detailed plan ready. For example, chapter 12 of Infidelity was super hard for me because it was extremely emotionally charged. So I spent a lot of time meticulously planning the chapter, scene by scene, and only then was able to write it. I do this with every chapter, so if anyone really wants it, I can show them my plan of a chapter after it is published (though you might become disillusioned with my writing if you see the sloppy plan on which it originates). Now don’t get me wrong, even though you plan like this, there’s still room for spontaneous scenes — of which there are many in Infidelity! There’s even one chapter that wasn’t in the original plan and it came about at the very fucking last minute (but I won’t tell you which chapter, as you might hate me if you know). Try planning your chapter/scenes — if it helps, great. If it stifles your writing further, ditch it.
15. Write for yourself! I know this is hard for people who write based on requests but even with requests - make it perfect for yourself. Getting stuck in the thoughts of what would please your readers can feel depressing and uninspiring, and it can make you forget why you started writing in the first place. Focusing solely on what would please your readers can restrict you from exploring your true strengths and that unique literary style you may possess. Some people are strong at creating fantasy worlds, others are best at writing witty dialogues, yet others are more interested in exploring emotional twists and hardships of characters etc. Explore what’s yours! I’m beyond happy and grateful that Infidelity has garnered so much attention and readership, but trust me, I still write it for myself. If it doesn’t sound good to me, then there’s no point. Make your work please you, make your work satisfy you, make your work your own favourite! You should be the biggest fan of your own work!
I hope this helps my writers in some way and I’d be happy to elaborate on any of the above or on any other writing-related things. I truly believe in writers supporting and inspiring each other ❤️
Hi bby~ I've had this idea in my mind for awhile where Tobirama's s/o is having an affair with Madara, probably gonna end up writing for it aswell. But for now, can you give me a nsfw scenario about it pls~?
I enjoyed writing this more than I probably should have lmao, but whateeevveerrrrr. I hope you liiikkeee it 😊😘
This turned out quite different than what I had at first in mind, but I'm very fond of the final result. I love Obito, and I loved exploring his vulnerable side ❤️
Also on AO3!
[Naruto Shippuden - Obito Uchiha x Reader - NSFW]
Warnings: Referenced sexual relations, mental breakdown, angst. Minors, do not interact!
The pitter-patter that had lulled your first hours of sleep had turned into a loud rumble, lashing out at your windows, and leaving you unable to seek further rest. You could only stare at the faint reflects from the city lights painting the ceiling, and lament on the fact that despite a lifetime in Ame, you never grew to ignore the incessant sounds of rain.
A long sigh brushing against your naked skin had you glance down upon the man you held close. His face was still nuzzled in the soft of your chest, and the perfect stillness of his form beneath the covers betrayed a deep slumber that even the shattering sky could not disturb. To see him so peaceful in your arms had your heart beam with warmth, even more so knowing that such a rare sight was solely yours to witness.
You raised your hand to caress his hair as you reminisced about the years gone by. Of all the marvelous gifts Pain had brought with him to Ame, none of them were as precious to you as Tobi. Back then, he was this silhouette you'd observe from your balcony as daylight dimmed, peering at the horizon for hours on end at the top of the old tower. He'd be up there every single day without fail, lost in the depths of his thoughts, until one quiet night where you found him observing you, perched on the balcony's balustrade. The sensations that engulfed you then still echoed in your flesh; the heat, the pounding of your heart, the tension taking hold of you as you forgot your name the moment his low, stern voice asked for it. His cold demeanor had you convinced he wouldn't appear ever again, but to your greatest delight, he did.
As the days trickled by, Tobi became the highlight of your existence. After years alone and with little to call your own, you found in him a kindred soul, a companion to pour your heart out to during those many sleepless nights. He wouldn't say much, but listen to you in complete fascination, drinking your words as if they were secrets long forgotten. The one-sided nature of your conversations often puzzled you, but never once did you think about tilting the balance the other way. To be the object of his quiet enchantment was more than you could ever wish for.
The storm raged on beyond the walls of your apartment, each lightning strike allowing you a glimpse of your lover's handsome features. It was on a night similar to this one that Tobi's mask fell, or rather was thrown to the ground along with the last of his nerves the moment he stepped in your home, breathless and soaked to the bone. His gaze glistened with tears he could hardly contain, and just as you came within his reach, he collapsed in your arms.
As the heavens roared above you, Tobi unveiled the demons eating at his soul, clinging to you as if he was treading the edge of a precipice. Your embrace tightened around his trembling form as he recalled the tale of his life, and the name he had forsaken a long time ago. Obito's yearning for a peaceful world, devoid of any conflict or danger found an echo in your heart. Every second of your life had been spent towards survival, with no one to trust and every day as uncertain as the last, so you could very well relate to his despair and frustration.
Perhaps it was your gentle closeness, or the haze he fell into once he was out of words, but something pushed him to seek more of you. His arms lacing around you, Obito trailed searing kisses along your neck, setting your very soul on fire. You didn't take long to succumb to his impatient need. That night was the first of many more spent indulging in carnal delights, blessed moments in time where your beloved companion was free to be anyone but the leader behind the mask. You became his secret, his cherished refuge for years to come. The one whose name was uttered in bliss in the confines of your home, whose presence chased away insanity before it could take him whole.
But for how much longer?
Your hand stilled on top of his head as thorns of worry began stinging at your heart. You hated to admit it, but Obito's sole reason to live, the only thing he looked forward to in this life, was the Infinite Tsukuyomi plan, and you knew his unwavering will to bring peace upon this wretched world would sooner or later rise entire nations against him. The thought of losing the man you loved had every fiber of your being ache, and somehow not even the wonders he promised you in his new, perfect world could keep your tears at bay.
Your attention returned to Obito as he stirred against you, and upon noticing he was waking up, your palm quickly went to wipe away the glistening trails on your cheeks. A tender smile drew on your face the moment his drowsy eyes looked up to you. "Hey." You mouthed, your hand coming to frame his face in the gentlest touch.
Obito stared at you for a while with that sweet adoration in his gaze, the same that would make you melt in his arms as he made love to you. Then, without a word, he rested his face on your chest again, and captured you in an embrace so tight the air was forced out of your lungs. Your arms wrapped around him with equal passion, and before he drifted off to sleep, you planted a loving kiss on his forehead.
You lips lingered on his skin as you reveled body and soul in this moment. No matter what was coming for the two of you, these precious moments would all be gone too soon.
Despite the words, it was more demand than a question. The chill of the marble countertop bit against your bare rump. Holding yourself up on your elbows as gleaming eyes shone, glossy and transfixed by the sight spread before him, whimpering at that first long lick. How desired you felt, how wanted and special that you could turn him this needy without even trying.
A broad palm spread across the small of your back, fitting perfectly from where your spine arched upwards. Fingers kneaded into you as his other hand easily pinned your thigh to the counter.
There was no escape, no hope for mercy and he groaned deep in his throat. The reverberation ripped through your tender folds like lightning bolts dancing on a golden shore.
You were the most exquisite taste, spiralling on his tongue and slick flowing down his throat as you came undone far quicker than he expected. How could you not? He was a master at work, a savant who knew you better than you know yourself.
One orgasm wouldn’t be enough - oh no - he couldn’t stop here. He wasn’t nearly satisfied.
His tongue carved through your tender flesh, lapping with firm motions over your clit until your hips were gyrating against his face. The feel of your plushness around his head was a blessing he’d never forget to send his thanks for, the muffled sounds as your thighs pressed against his ears better than he could ever wish for.
He loved you like this, unrestrained and unashamed to chase that hit of dopamine. He was rough, nothing you couldn't handle but his teeth pulled on your folds, his lips suckled your aching little pearl and his tongue drove deep into your pussy. His mission was clear, to slurp down your nectar like a man who could not quench his thirst in any other way.
“Fuck, I’ll never get enough of your taste.”
His hair was dampened with sweat, strands stuck to his forehead, and his brow pinched in concentration as he wrung you out like a wet rag until you were boneless and pliant.
A pretty doll to be used for his pleasure and you'd welcome it, scream it. Beg for more - more of him and his wicked tongue. Plead for him to fuck you until your brain was even fuzzier and the only word you could think to say was his name — chanted like a prayer.
You wondered absently when he had scooped you up and into his arms. When had he started the relentless drive towards your bedroom and why?
His handsome face was shiny in your arousal, cheeks red and lips swollen when he noticed your concern. A droplet of slick dripped from his chin to hit his bare chest and you moaned at the sight. An unashamedly slutty moan that forced him to stop in his tracks, those carnal eyes still hungry as they burrowed into you.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ve not finished with you yet. It’s time to devour you… properly.”
Summary: A happily-married Hokage, Kakashi is finally secure in his present, and ready to think of his future.
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“You were great tonight, Lord Sixth.”
Kakashi pursed his lips as he leveled a tired stare at you in the mirror’s reflection. You met his eyes and smiled sweetly, letting your hair out of the intricate style you’d worn tonight.
The two of you had just gotten home from a fundraiser that the elders had managed to convince Kakashi to host for the good of the village. He understood that if he wanted to move forward with the effort to improve communication channels among the five great nations, it was going to cost money. Fine. But what he didn’t understand was why he had to dress up and socialize to actually earn that money.
“I’ve only officially had the title for a few months,” Kakashi sighed as he eagerly removed the cumbersome Hokage hat, “but I would be thrilled to never be called ‘Lord’ again.”
You set down your hairpin and stood, turning to face your husband. Admiration and a hint of teasing were in your eyes as you reached up to wrap your arms around his shoulders.
“I know you aren’t comfortable in situations like that. But the things you're doing are going to do so much good for Konoha. It will benefit not just us, but future generations as well.”
Kakashi’s entire body flushed at your sultry tone. He knew exactly what you were doing, not that you were trying to hide it.
It wasn’t long after Kakashi’s instatement as Hokage that the topic of children came up. The old-fashioned elders thought it was their place to comment on Kakashi’s responsibility to carry on his bloodline, reasoning that now he was not only the last of his clan, but he was a leader of the village, and it was important that he leave a ‘legacy.’
Whatever that was supposed to mean.
Kakashi dismissed them with far less decorum than their positions called for, leaving Shikamaru chuckling and Shizune as white as a sheet. But he would be lying if he said the thought of reviving his clan didn’t stir pride in his chest. And the idea of taking you to bed with the intention of getting you pregnant caused a different stirring a bit lower than his chest.
After all, we’re in an era of peace, he reasoned. And with a partner like you, parenthood didn’t seem so frightening.
It had struck him in that moment, how lucky he was to have made you his wife. Not that his feelings were any different before your marriage; he had never felt that he deserved someone as bright and kind as you, and the fact that you’d married him sometimes felt like a dream.
And later that night, when he broached the topic of children and your face lit up, he hoped the dream would never end.
You stood on your tiptoes, kissing him and bringing him back to the present. His hands immediately latched to your waist to pull you closer. He felt you smile against his mouth, your lips parting and your fingers slowly tracing up the back of his neck to grip the roots of the hair at the nape of his neck. Your tongue brushed against his at the same time as you rubbed your thigh against his lap, and Kakashi felt his cock twitch under his robes.
Kakashi’s duties as Hokage meant that the two of you only had limited opportunities for intimacy—he too often found himself exhausted or preoccupied or buried under so much paperwork that he didn’t even make it home.
But tonight, none of those things were true.
He wasn’t tired. He wasn’t preoccupied. And the only place he planned to be buried was between your legs.
Kakashi broke the kiss and leaned away just far enough to disrobe. He pulled his Hokage cloak over his head and let it flutter unceremoniously to the floor. It was a warm summer night, so he’d only worn a light undershirt and standard jōnin pants underneath, both of which quickly landed in a heap with the cloak.
You giggled and slowly brought your hand from the back of his neck around to his chest, your palm and fingertips appreciating every centimeter on your journey. “That’s better,” you grinned, admiring the sight of your nearly naked husband.
He could feel as your gaze ran all over his body, but his own line of sight didn’t budge. His eyes were locked on the mirror behind you, gifting him with the reflection of your back; your curves draped in navy and his clan’s crest brandished on your back.
It was that sight that caused Kakashi’s inner possessive side to stretch its limbs and unfurl its wings, overtaking his typical unaffected state of mind and making him feel only primal desire. You wore the Hatake crest proudly—not for the status of being the Hokage’s wife, but for the joy of being Kakashi’s wife.
Mine.
You started to untie the obi around your waist, but Kakashi quickly reached out and stilled your movements. You curiously looked up at Kakashi’s face, and he growled his response.
“Leave it on.”
He saw you visibly shiver, a shallow gulp of air inhaled in a weak attempt at controlling your arousal. He slowly shifted the placement of his hands, watching in the reflection as his fingers possessively traced your outline. There was something so lewd about it—you; refined and pristine in your pretty yukata, and him; barbaric and savage in only his underwear.
And he liked it very much.
Kakashi looked down at you and smirked before repositioning you further, manhandling you to face the bed and placing himself at your back, nearly breathing down your neck in anticipation. He reached his right hand under your skirt, sliding his fingertips up the length of your plush thigh until he was met with the dampness soaking your panties. He couldn’t hold back a decadent groan as he rubbed at your wet core through the fabric.
This is mine.
“Now these…” He hooked one finger around the crotch of your panties. “These I want off.”
Kakashi tugged to get your panties down to your knees, wetness sticking to your thighs and trailing down with the garment. Before he had a chance to tell you to drop them the rest of the way, you were rubbing your thighs together and shimmying the panties down to your ankles.
His impatient fingers waded through the silky wetness at your entrance. “Fuck, have you been like this all night?”
“I can’t help it,” you moaned, squirming in his hold. “I just want you.”
Kakashi hummed, then pinched your clit between his slick fingers. “Want me to put a baby in you, you mean?”
“Kakashi!” you giggled, letting your head fall back on his shoulder. Your tone was breathy as you whispered, “Please fuck me.”
He wanted to keep toying with you, but that request was too good to pass up. Still, the petulant little whine you made when he took his fingers away made him want to completely dominate you.
“On the bed, sweetheart,” he directed as he wiped your warm arousal all over his cock. “On all fours for me.”
You climbed onto the bed, your yukata stretching over your ass as you arranged yourself to his liking. The corner of Kakashi’s mouth quirked into a predatory smile as he rid himself of his briefs and stood directly behind you.
“That’s it,” he purred, rubbing his callused palm over the soft material covering your butt as he appreciated the Hatake symbol displayed so prominently on your back. “What a good little wife you are, offering your body for me to use to revive my clan.”
His other hand joined the first, groping the round flesh.
“Don’t tease,” you begged.
Kakashi prowled onto the bed behind you, taking the hem of your yukata in his hands and roughly bunching it up to your waist. He placed his knees between yours and pushed them apart to spread your messy little cunt wider.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, Y/N.”
All at once, his hands grabbed your waist as he lifted his hips to line himself up with your opening. He didn’t pause before forcing the red mushroom tip between your puffy folds, your body greedily pulling him in deeper.
The moan that passed your lips was like music to his ears. No matter how many times he sunk into you, he would never get tired of that sweet sound you made when the ridge of his cockhead breached your entrance.
“Fuck, you always feel so good,” he huffed, pushing deeper inside. “I love the way your body feels.”
You looked so unbelievably beautiful beneath him. You always did, but his usual view of your soft, bare skin didn’t have the same effect as seeing his stamp of ownership on you.
Not that your naked body wasn’t quite possibly his favorite sight in the world; tits bouncing, muscles clenching, chest heaving with every breath. Your pretty face blushing so deeply, the color spreading down your neck and up to your ears.
Gods, he loved you more than he thought he could love anyone, and your soft skin was his safe haven. He wanted to give you pleasure until you couldn’t take it anymore.
But this—your bare ass in the air, presented for him to fuck; your upper body wrapped in his colors like a holiday present, his name bold between your shoulders—how was he supposed to resist taking what was his?
And better yet, why should he resist?
She belongs to me.
He buried his entire length in your welcoming hole. Your pussy was twitching around him, tightening and squeezing to adjust to his intrusion. His cock always felt like it just barely fit; like your insides were molded just for him.
“I love you, Y/N,” he cooed as his hips met the curves of your ass, “and I’m going to put a baby in you.”
He tightened his grip around your waist and held you still as he pulled out, his cock shiny with your juices that were already dripping down your thighs. He licked his lips as he pounded back into you, causing matching sounds of pleasure from each of you.
“Aah!” you gasped. “Again, please!”
He began rolling his hips with his full strength, his fingers surely bruising the soft skin of your waist while his hips did the same to your ass. Over and over he thrust his hips forward, at the same time yanking you backward, your bodies meeting with a loud, wet smack with increasing speed.
When he found that perfect rhythm that had you chanting praises, he kept steady and let his fingers curl into you in a loving hold. He marveled at how you let yourself be completely at his mercy. You’d already been everything for him, and soon, you were going to be the mother of his child.
Well, children, plural. Because you’d look so absolutely perfect pregnant with his child, and he did have a clan to revive. From a strategic standpoint, it only made sense to put as many children into you as physically possible, within the laws of time and nature.
“Y/N,” he grunted. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful. You’re so goddamn beautiful and you’re going to be fucking gorgeous pregnant with my child.”
“K-Kashi!”
He grinned. “My sweet, pretty wife. Gods, I have no idea how I got you. But you’re mine. Wearing my crest all over the village. Like you want everyone to know who fucks you into a blubbering mess.”
“Kakashi!”
“Mmmm I can’t wait to show you off when your belly starts showing. I want the whole village to know what I did to you. I’ll make sure they know. They won’t be able to look at you without picturing me on top of you, mounting you and working your cute little hole open with my thick cock.”
Kakashi listened to the desperate way you were panting as you tossed your hips back to crash against his pelvis, your walls clenching in with every filthy thing he said.
“Everyone will see you carrying my baby, and they’ll know that you spread your legs for me and let me fuck my seed into your fertile little cunt—that you let me use you to restore my clan. Is that what you want?”
“Hn-ahh! Y-yes…”
“Tell me, Y/N,” he smirked. “Tell me you’re mine, and you want me to breed you.”
“P-please Kashi, please put a baby in me! I’m yours; please give me your babies.”
Your pleading little voice begging him to breed you made him feel more uninhibited than any alcohol ever had. Kakashi was utterly drunk with power and desire, and you were going to get the full brunt of it just like you were asking for.
Digging his fingers into you like you were nothing more than a pleasure toy, Kakashi started slamming you into his thrusting hips with absolute abandon. You started yelping and mewling beneath him, but that wasn’t all he wanted to hear. Not anymore.
“So goddamn pretty. All for me. Asking me to fuck you until you’re pregnant,” he taunted you. “My gorgeous girl wants me to fill her with cum?”
“Gods please!”
“Beg for it, Y/N.”
“Kakashi!” He could hear every heaving breath you took as you tried to form a complete sentence, fucked too stupid on his fat cock to even ask for more. “Please, baby, please please please please…”
You were nothing more than a babbling, whimpering mess. The cutest babbling, whimpering mess he could ever hope to dream of touching.
“I want to hear it, sweetheart. I need to hear it.”
“Ka…Kashi…please cum in me.”
His eyes rolled back into his head, his brain completely fogged with wild, desperate lust. He could see it in his mind, his cock pulsing inside of you, pumping you full of his sticky white seed. His dick twitched like it wanted him to know it would be more than happy to do exactly what he was thinking. But not yet; he wasn’t done with you.
“Fuck, your pussy is so fucking warm. So wet for me. Gods, Y/N, I want to put a dozen babies in you. At least.”
“As many as you want,” you panted.
“Your perfect little cunt can take it, right Y/N? It can handle my cock pounding deep inside you, filling you with cum every single night?”
“Aaah! I—Haaaa!”
You squealed as he aimed the bulbous head of his penis to batter into your cervix, abusing the furthest reaches and dragging against your g-spot with each in-and-out. Kakashi’s balls were heavy as they bounced off of your quivering thighs.
“Fuck, I’m gonna flood your fertile little cunt with my seed, and you're going to carry my child. Then you’ll truly be mine, bound to me forever.”
“Please, I-I want it—” Your walls fluttered around him, and he knew he already had you on the edge. Your broken little whimpers had him grinning like a fool. “Ohhh don’t stop,” you panted, “Please—please, don’t stop!”
“I’m not going to stop,” he promised. He leaned forward, keeping one hand on your waist and the other overtaking your hand, his fingers lacing over yours as he continued plowing into you. “I’m not going to stop until the Hatake clan is the strongest in the Leaf. Do you understand?”
“Haaa—yes!”
“You gonna be a good little wife and cream all over my cock?”
“Yes!”
“And then let me cum deep in your precious little cunt?”
“Please!!”
“Good girl,” he groaned beside your ear. “Go on, baby. Cum on my cock and milk me dry.”
His depraved command pushed you right over the edge, his name a ragged scream on your lips as you clutched to the hand he’d put over yours. And you did exactly what he told you to; your pussy clamping down on him and sucking him for all he was worth.
Kakashi’s orgasm hit him like a punch to the gut. He took his hand away from yours and titled your head to face his. His lips captured yours as he felt his seed erupt from his cock, his balls contracting to force the full volume inside of you. You whined against his mouth, completely captive while he pumped every drop as deep as possible. His greedy tongue slid between your lips, savoring the kiss as his cock pulsed one last time.
Completely drained, Kakashi gently laid you down onto your stomach. He leaned back for one last admiring look at his name on your back, now paired with his cum dripping from your pussy.
All mine.
“I have a good feeling about that one,” he grinned, sliding in beside you to cradle you to his chest.
“Oh yeah?” you teased. “So do I.”
inspired by this ask, for which anon has already accepted their medal of valor. anon, i hope this was worth the wait. ❤️
