Danzo slowly eating reader out, his fingers buried inside of you to the knuckle, curled against your gspot while he sucks on your sensitive nub, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you. His fingers remain still, simply placing pressure, pushing up against your gspot so you’re overwhelmed by the pressure between his mouth sucking your poor clit and his fingers😩😩😩
People whom you thought you could trust with your life. They reported your refusal to fight against the Uchiha, since your dearest friend was an Uchiha, you couldn’t bring yourself to go and steal someone’s Sharingan.
The Sharingan was who an Uchiha was. You knew what it would do to them to have their identity taken away. You would not do that for anyone. Even Lord Danzo and that’s what brought you to his office.
Kneeling on the ground you kept your eyes glued to the floor, a deep hatred sending a warm wave to flow across your body, making you shake a little.
If anyone should die it should be Danzo himself, but he protected Konoha for so long. You had to do your job and follow orders. Even if it made you sick.
“Stand up”, you heard. Slowly lifting up your head to look at your leader, seated behind his table, a cup of green tea sitting on the side.
“Now”, he said. What a grumpy old man you thought, rising to both of your feet, accidentally popping your hip, waiting for him to talk.
“Now how do I get you to submit?”, he asked, bringing the cup of tea to his mouth, taking a sip as he studied you, admiring your current stance. So much attitude in such a stunning body.
Standing up, Danzo took a few steps towards you, forcing you to take a few steps back, until you were pressed against the wall.
“It’s always the new ones who think they can undermine me”, he said, referring to the young kunoichi who joined at older ages, his warm breath tickling the side of your face. You didn’t know how to feel. Disgusted? Sure. The old man was a little too close for comfort.
Before you knew it, his hand wrapped around the smack of your back, forcing you snug against his surprisingly hard chest. He also smelled nice, something sweet, like cinnamon. He was much stronger than you anticipated. For an old man with just one arm, you didn’t think he’d be able to hold you down you like this.
You felt the smallest ache between your legs, bewildered by your arousal. This is actually gross. Why would your body react this way?
“Now we’re going to work on a way to make you submit little one”, he said, pressing himself against your lower tummy. You could feel something hard poking into your belly. Why was he already hard?
Bringing his hand around he cupped your pussy, making you gasp in complete shock. Was he really?
“Danzo-sama!”, you gasped, not sure how to feel about any of this.
“I’m already angry. Don’t push my buttons young one”, he warned you, roughly rubbing your clothed pussy, adding the right amount of pressure to stimulate you.
You felt his middle finger press against your clit with every stroke, unintentionally squirming to get a little more pressure. What was wrong with you? Why did you want him to make you feel better? You should’ve slapped his hand away long time ago. But you were curious as to wear this would go.
His hand left you as soon as you started squirming, tugging on your pants until they were just under your ass.
“Such a pretty little ass you have here? He said, his other hand falling out of the bandages binding it together. Your head was buried in his chest, so you couldn’t see that his other hand was free, but you felt two hands squeeze your bottom, gasping at the realization.
“Keep your head down”, Danzo spoke, and you obeyed, not wanting to provoke him. You weren’t wearing panties today, you were in too much of a rush this morning to run back to your closet to grab some, and you remembered that when you felt his warm hand palm your naked pussy, making you freeze against him.
“No panties today? Were you hoping to land in my office today little girl?”, the pervert teased, making you cringe to yourself. He’s sick for thinking that you even the slightest desire for him.
His fingers began stroking your nub, the pressure enough to instantly getting you moaning. Wow, he was so aggressive and you hated that it was turning you on.
“Such a needy little brat. I’m not sure if you deserve to cum after failing me don’t you think?”, he asked you, landing a hard spank on your soft cheek, grinning when he saw it jiggle.
You tried your hardest to muffle your moans, but he picked up the pace and was massaging your clit so good. You hated yourself for this.
“Ahhhhh!”, you squealed, the hard smack and the continuous massage made you buck into him, and you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning more, the pleasure building up to a point where you thought you’d cum, but just before you were able to release his hand stopped, his middle finger slowly sinking into your wet core. You thought you would cum right then and there, but another hard smack landed on your ass while he quickly pulled his finger out of you.
“Listen carefully little girl, if you dare cum, I’ll you regret it”, he growled in your ear, before sinking his finger into you again. Trying your best you muffled your moans, biting your lip to keep from moaning out, but how could you not when his finger kept on massaging your sweet spot, his actions gradually growing rougher, you ass jiggling and your push squelching as you neared an orgasm you feared you wouldn’t be able to hold back from.
The old man was literally forcing you to cum, it was unfair that he expected you to hold it in. Squeezing your eyes shut and gripping onto his cloak, you whimpered into his chest, absolutely hating that he was making you feel so good. “Please I’m gonna cum!”, you whimpered, looking up to Danzo while making the prettiest face, hoping he would let you.
“No”, he said, removing his hand from your core, only to shove his fingers into your mouth. “You’re so wet, lick up the mess you made on my fingers little girl”, he commanded you, finger fucking your mouth as he spanked your pretty ass cheeks, making you moan and gag around his fingers.
He finally pulled them out of your mouth, mesmerized but the way your ass moved when he squeezed and smacked it. Fuck it was so soft he didn’t know if he could stop himself. He wanted to fuck your tight little asshole so bad, but there wasn’t enough time for that today. He was just teaching you a lesson after all.
His thoughts were distracted when you cried out in pain, and he realised your cheeks were a very light shade of red. He really got carried away. He reached for your pants, pulling them up and over your ass before backing up.
You tried to quickly wipe the tears from your eyes before he could see them, but it was too late.
“Pathetic”, he spat out at you, his harsh insult making you flinch.
“I want you to report to my office everyday for the rest of the week, I need the entertainment and you need the punishment. And get the thought of cumming out of that little head of yours”, he said, his tall and broad frame towering over you, making you feel small and pathetic.
“You’re dismissed”, he said, never taking his eyes off of you as you turned around and walked out the door, sniffling and wiping your tears away as you ran down the hallway, desperate to find your room so you could curl up and cry.
You bumped into someone, looking up to see a mask on someone with short and messy brown hair.
“Is everything okay?”, the man asked you, reaching out to rest his hand in your shoulder.
“Yamato”, you acknowledged, “I’m f-fine”, you accidentally stuttered, bowing your head in shame.
“I heard what happened in the office”, he said, “If you would like, I don’t mind helping you finish every time he sends you off”.
Your head immediately snapped up at him, your knees knocking together at the thought of what Yamato could do to you.
“I’ll get back to you”, you spoke, panicking deep on the inside before walking past him and to your room.
