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delirious-donna · 2 days
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The Oral Lesson
an: the amount of time I spend thinking about these two men and how badly they might share a lover would probably see me on some kind of watch list… it’s more than time I put pen to paper, so to speak. This could be a series, maybe? Perhaps..? Depends on engagement (and I don’t mean likes alone!)
premise: It was meant to be a forbidden fantasy, one that would never become reality, but when you open your eyes to find the Hokage’s loyal guard dog on his knees before you, you know things have changed. However, it would be some time before you realise the enormity of this moment…
pairing: Hokage Kakashi x female reader x ANBU Obito
warnings: canon divergent (Obito always lives in my fics), NSFW throughout, without spoiling everything - its reader receiving oral, power play between the men, reader is married to Kakashi, reader is assumed curvy, touch starved is not the potential name of the series for no reason
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There were no two ways about it, this had to be a dream.
The pinnacle of wet dreams that you would reminisce about for months, perhaps years, to come. Except the hand curled lightly around the column of your throat was all too realistic to be fantasy. Too familiar with roughened callouses covering the fingertips and edging the broad palm.
Kakashi Hatake—your husband.
His unique scent of oak-smoked wood chips, and that subtly sweet hint that you had never been able to give a name, filled your nose. At times, you would swear his scent reminded you of the scorched earth after a lightning strike, and it was true right now.
Your eyes flickered open, audibly gasping to see an ANBU shinobi sitting on his haunches before you. The mask was one you were all too familiar with, the painted whorls of the Hokage’s personal guard and you were privileged to know his true name… Obito Uchiha.
This couldn’t be happening. The teasing from moments ago felt like a lifetime passed and you squirmed atop Kakashi’s lap but were unable to escape. Do you really wish to? A small voice in your head said that you should, that what was being suggested was wrong but how badly you had desired this very outcome blew away those prim and proper reservations.
“Her pulse shot through the roof when you looked at her, Obito. I told you that she wanted this…”
You gasped to hear your husband speak about you like this, though the words were not untrue. The hollows of the eye holes shifted from deep midnight pits to blazing crimson orbs that seared your skin with tantalising warm fire without so much as touching you. His breathing was becoming laboured as he sat there, hands laying flat on his thighs in a position of submission.
Obito was only this composed and subservient for one man—your man—and it aroused you to see that there was a strain in his posture to maintain his stance. The threads of his compliance frayed beneath the weight of his desire.
“Kashi,” you breathed, voice barely more than a whisper though your gaze never left Obito’s. Your tongue felt thick and heavy in your mouth, the thin cotton of your dress smothering despite being lightweight and flimsy on your body. The heat of Kakashi’s body beneath you certainly didn’t help matters, nor did the intense fiery blaze you were captivated by.
He hummed in response. “Hm? Something to say, sweetheart? Weren’t you just finishing telling me that you’d let him put his hands and mouth on you if I agreed?”
With an embarrassed moan, you tried to hide your face in the crook of his neck. Mortified beyond belief that Kakashi would so openly admit the hushed words of your most forbidden fantasies, ones you never thought would come to fruition.
“Don’t be shy, my love. Obito feels the same way, although I guess you didn’t know that,” Kakashi drawled with such measured control that you were reminded exactly how he reached this position of power. Not many could act so calmly in high-pressure situations, but Kakashi excelled where others failed. Simply another reason to love him as much as you did.
Obito hadn’t said a word up to this point, not even the smallest sound escaped his mouth and you marvelled at his self-control. The metal arm guards that normally covered his forearms were nowhere to be seen, the same for the grey flak jacket you were accustomed to.
Now, he knelt on the floor in only the standard ANBU dark pants, a black sleeveless compression shirt that covered up to his throat and equally black gloves that ended halfway up his biceps.
You were endlessly fascinated by those biceps.
The way they bulged when his hands curled into fists only to flatten back into some semblance of submission seconds later. Your breathing became harsh watching the action be repeated in an endless loop. Without realising, you pushed yourself upright on Kakashi’s lap, your fingers curling into his forearm each time Obito made his own fists until you made indents with the edges of his nails.
Behind you, Kakashi smiled. “You’ve been rather quiet, Obito… don’t you have anything to say to my wife?”
“I… don’t know if that would be wise, Lord Sixth,” Obito muttered after a long drawn-out moment of silence. His voice was deeper than Kakashi, rougher around the edges and you could hear the forced formality enough to know it grated down his spine to speak this way.
The three of you had shared many casual moments, it was a given since the two men were friends and rivals from years gone past. Heavens, you had cooked for this man. Shared stories of their youth over bottles of wine. Patched rips in his uniform.
Kakashi clicked his tongue. “Lose the airs and graces, you’re not here as my guard. Speak freely and tell my wife how much you covet her.”
You gasped, turning your head to meet charcoal eyes filled with humour, but while you stared, you could make out a darkness that spoke of something else. A power play? It should make you feel vulnerable… used, yet it was quite the opposite.
To be desired by two powerful men, one the Hokage and the other the current highest-ranking ANBU captain in Konoha. Your beloved husband and his best friend, though both would try to deny such a claim. You were damp between your thighs, arousal pooling into the seat of your underwear and it warmed your cheeks until you were certain it was obvious.
“It’s true. I’ve wanted a taste of what you have for some time now. Not that I would have ever done anything about it!” He asserted, eyes never leaving your face whilst he spoke to the man at your back. “But if she is willing and you… are willing to share—”
“Under my supervision and guidance only. Take off the mask, let our pretty girl see you without the guise of an animal,” Kakashi interjected whilst pressing a kiss to your neck.
The animal mask fell to the side, skittering across the floor and out of sight. It left only the man. The scars on his face from years gone by did nothing to detract from how handsome he was. His lips were pleasingly plump, nose nice and straight and those eyes—those beautiful expressive eyes—were easy to fall into and lose yourself entirely. Even without the Sharingan activated, you were drawn to those dark, all-seeing eyes.
“May he touch you, sweetheart? Shall I teach him how to please you? Let us see if he can make you mewl as I can,” he hummed, nipping at your ear and drawing his hands higher to paw lightly at your breasts.
A nod was all you could manage, followed by yet another gasp of alarm when Obito leaned close and kissed the outside of your knee. He’d moved so swiftly that following the movement was impossible.
His touch was delicate, careful as if he worried you’d break if he were to show his true colours. With his assistance, you spread your legs until they bracketed the outside of Kakashi’s beneath you. The man in question gripped at your dress and bunched it higher until your underwear came into view.
Obito appeared transfixed and a vein popped in his temple from tightly he held his jaw. The muscles of his biceps bulged against the snug hold of his long gloves and when he raised a hand to touch your pubic mound through the cotton fabric, you sighed breathily and shifted your hips.
“Is she wet?”
His crimson eyes shot up to yours, searching for permission to reply, and you smiled kindly, a wave of affection forming in your chest. “Y-yes. Right here…” Obito stroked his gloved fingertip over the small damp patch.
“I’m not surprised, she’s been squirming ever since you came in. Perhaps, I should have arranged this sooner,” Kakashi mused quietly whilst leaning back in his chair so your butt was in the air. “Take them off her, please.”
“Kashi, I can…” You tried to free your arms to help shimmy out of the troublesome underwear but a bite to your collarbone silenced you. The sting of sharp canines elicited a slow pant from your throat, your sight growing hazy and before you knew it, a cool breeze played across your bare pussy.
The chill wind didn’t last, it was replaced by warm lips on the inside of your thigh, thick black hair obscuring your view and you clung to Kakashi at the shiver that rippled down your spine. His breathing was steady in your ear, the feel of a smile on your skin whilst Obito pressed kisses, which started gentle, to your plush flesh until they were messy and open-mouthed.
“You can be a little rough with her, she likes it… don’t you, my precious girl?”
Despite his continued presence and hold on your throat and breasts, you jerked in alarm when Kakashi spoke. The implication of the statement had you clenching around air and you heard Obito’s muffled groan when he too noticed.
“Mhm. Please. I’ll tell you if I don’t like something,” you managed after licking your parched lips.
Obito wasted no time in nudging his nose along your labia, smelling you until he couldn’t stand it any longer, and parted your folds with two thick fingers. You could feel all the blood in your body zero in on your core, skin becoming puffy in anticipation. Scintillating wet warmth sent a hiss through your clenched teeth, the path of his tongue along the full length of your slit arching your spine and forcing your heaving breasts further into your husband’s grasp.
The man on his knees glanced up at you through his eyelashes, careful to judge your every movement and noise for possible signs of distress but he found none. The strong muscle created wave-like patterns over your achingly empty hole and passed it to just below your pert clit. It was a sensation you were unaccustomed to, but it scratched an itch you didn’t even know you had.
Your eyes flickered shut, bottom lip caught between your teeth. You were ready to absorb every stroke and touch, every wet-sounding kiss and the melody of three people breathing in tandem, but Kakashi had other ideas. How he even knew your eyes had fallen closed, you weren’t sure, but he withdrew his hand from your chest to click his fingers. It was a soft click, enough to cause your eyes to spring wide and you tilted your head back to meet his hooded gaze.
“You really should watch whilst our guest eats you out, dear, it’s only polite. How is he doing? Make sure he knows what you want.”
His voice was a whole octave lower and you could feel the rigid length of his erection pressed firmly into your lower back. He was turned on by the act he was witnessing and that only served to stoke your fires higher.
As if to prove a point before you could speak, Obito licked across the surface of your clit for the first time. It was barely a kitten lick but it was more than ample to short-circuit your brain. Your brows knitted together, mouth falling into a deep oval of enthralment at being teased like this. In response, your hips undulated only to be trapped in two gloved palms.
“So good… I-I want more,” you admitted with your shuttered stare being met with a blazing inferno that looked more than ready to blow.
Kakashi licked over a fresh mark he’d not long finished sucking into your neck, the act of possession was not lost on anyone in the room and he chuckled softly. “Mhm, give the lady what she wants, Obito. I want to hear how she sounds coming apart by your hand and mouth.”
Obito sat back for a moment, his lips swelling steadily from his actions and skin coated in a thin sheen of your slick. Strands of his black hair stuck to his forehead and you reached forward to brush them back, warmed when he nuzzled into the heart of your palm. You missed the heat of his mouth on you, squirming around to find a position that would alleviate the ache growing rapidly in the pit of your belly.
“Lo—Kakashi, I want to fuck her with my fingers. Is that… uh, is that okay?”
The furious flush that washed over his cheeks was downright adorable, as was how he refused to meet your eye while your husband pretended to ponder. You knew he’d allow it, it was something you had discussed before this even beginning, back when you were certain it would remain a fantasy.
“Who do you wish to fuck with your fingers?” Kakashi prompted, the smile evident in his words and you whined in protest. It earned you a pinch to your nipple, enough to silence you.
Obito cleared his throat, swallowing down his pride in search of what he wanted above all else. “Your wife. I want to fuck your wife with my fingers. Please.” The nicety was forced, his nostrils flaring as if ready for a verbal argument but none came.
“My wife, that’s right. Do as you please, just make her cum nice and loud.”
This side of Kakashi rarely came out—the cool demeanour which spoke of calculating control. It made you weak at the knees, heart in your throat whenever he set those predatory eyes on you and you could well understand Obito’s reaction to the pulse of dominant power. He too was used to being an alpha presence given his line of work, and especially since he chose to become the Hokage’s personal guard. A decision he would never have made for anyone other than Kakashi.
The power play ignited the room with dense tension that felt like swimming through honey, and to realise that you were the object of affection, the reason this was even happening in the first place… you didn’t feel worthy.
However, you had no time to process these thoughts as the man on the floor took his permission with a sharp nod of his head and lunged for you. The poor little mouse was trapped by the jaws of a lion, but this feline was far from going to harm you. Instead, he was gentle despite how eagerly he moved.
His tongue bathed your tender pearl in his spit, lapping it incessantly until he changed directions and suckled you between his lips. You cried out, only to be blindsided by the intrusion of two thick fingers. Whilst you had focused on the mouth set to wring you dry of your bliss, you hadn’t noticed the dance of his fingers which collected your nectar to coat his gloves.
The warm leather rubbed soft friction into your velvet walls, stretching you just right. It felt wonderful, but you couldn’t help but wonder if it would feel more so without the gloves in the way. A small voice in the back of your head boldly decided that you would request his bare hands the next time.
Next time… Would there even be a next time to speak of? You didn’t know, but you could hope.
Kakashi’s breath fanned your wildly beating pulse, smearing open-mouthed kisses in between words of encouragement. His voice was your guide when you couldn’t keep your eyes open. When you did finally find the resolve to pry them apart, you found your hand tangled at the roots of Obito’s midnight black hair.
He was working you closer and closer to the point of no return, wet slurps mingled with your moans of more and the steady rhythm of his fingers fucking into you. His wrist rotated suddenly, fingertips brushing that deep area of sensitive tissue that your own fingers could never reach.
“Oh. Fuck… right there. Obito, don’t stop.”
Both men jolted at your keening declarations; Obito glanced up with his chin shiny with the gloss of your making, cheeks flushed from where your thighs had crushed around his head, and Kakashi groaned deep in his throat.
His slender fingers lowered the neck of your dress and repeated the action with the cups of your bra. He licked his thumb and finger and rolled your nipple between, drawing it out taut until you whimpered and struggled. “Ah ah, don’t thrash. Look down and see how well my guard dog is eating you out, beloved.”
You tightened instinctively, squeezing around Obito’s fingers, who doubled down on the pace he stroked you to. His nose ground at the hood of your clit, tongue swiping left and right then up and down. He was losing his restraint, pushing into you only to be met by the force of you rutting your cunt into him. A growl rumbled in his chest at being called a guard dog, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.
Gods, you wanted to be full. To cum around more than just fingers and feel how they would react to you orgasming on their cock. Did you want your husband or Obito or… both? The thought alone tripped your orgasm into effect. You were barely aware of Obito pulling his wet fingers from your cunt to press his tongue into your fluttering hole instead, intent on catching every drop of your nectar and swallowing it greedily.
Kakashi cooed soft words in your ear, coaxing you through your high and stroking over your hair whilst you sobbed from the overwhelming and continued stimulation from the plush muscle digging into you in search of your slick. Those wet gloved hands gripped into the meat of your thighs, keeping you open and forcing you to endure what he wanted to give.
“Obito, enough. Let our little flower catch her breath.” You heard the command distantly, twitching and still seeking out grounding from your high.
Dazedly, you blinked and moaned anew at the expression written across Obito’s face. His cheeks were ruddy, lips swollen with blood and the lower half of his face streaked with a mixture of your arousal and his spit. His chest heaved with the struggle of retreating, every muscle in his body tense and straining and how badly you wanted to reach out and comfort him.
“Kashi, sweetheart, let me go to him?” You asked softly, turning so your words were in his ear, your lips on his neck. He regarded you with a look of unconditional love, eyes softened with affection and a smile decorating his lips which was a far cry from the cool power play of earlier.
He kissed you on the forehead, fixing your dress to cover your exposed breasts and lowering the hem. A lone finger traced the curve of your jaw, moving to brush over your lips and you caught him by surprise by pressing them to his and savouring the warmth of his mouth.
Kakashi was familiar with being touch-starved, as were you. It was something that helped to bind you together in those early days and you both recognised that Obito was also touch-starved and in need of a demonstration of how welcoming love and affection could be. He nodded, his nose nudging along yours and embracing you with delicate care.
“Show him how amazing it can feel. I trust you, both of you.” Kakashi added those final words loud enough for Obito to hear. His eyebrows pinched in confusion, but he had no time to assess the meaning when you slid from your husband’s lap only to be caught by Obito.
You wound your arms around his neck and settled your head right there in the crook. Twisting your fingers into the hairs at his nape, you pressed kisses to his shoulder until he finally placed his hands on your waist. His touch was unsure, body rigid with nerves and you could understand.
“Thank you, Obito… you made me feel more alive than I thought possible. Let me hold you, it’s okay.”
His chin dipped until his cheek rested on your shoulder and some of the tension drained from his body. It had meant to be a fantasy scenario of being shared but it would be so much more than that in time and you would discover this in the months to come.
For now, you calmed your racing heart and gave the man held in your arms a piece of you that was worth more than any orgasm. All under the watchful and loving eye of your husband, the master strategist…
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localkage · 9 months
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having an uchiha being your ex is so funny bc that mf 100% is still down bad for you, still loves you and probably cries about you while staring at the moon and the wind blows their hair dramatically or smth. they will avoid you as much as possible and will ignore you from the moment you break up, that is until you start dating again and they see who you are dating and that's where it gets funny– imagine this angry, frustrated man barging in while you're finishing paperwork, and they look so very offended. you broke up with them for a mcnobody, silly-looking, goofy-ass bitch like that? it's fine if you don't love him as much he still loves you, you know, but you do know you deserve better than that right?? and that's where they realized they fucked up and said it. "wait... you still love me?"
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animecidiyolar · 1 year
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They look so sily 🫠
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lee-bug · 4 months
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Alternate lighting version of my previous post!
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lilacqiqis · 2 months
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"Darling"
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naruto, kakashi, obito(non massacre), hinata, itachi(non massacre), sasuke, sai
Scenario: getting casually called darling by their crush
A/N: pls send in Naruto reqs I'm starving to write stuff, also finally decided to give characters specific emojis LMAO last post i made i randomly gave them emojis 😭 Writing this at 3 AM sorry if it's ass -mod Lilac
TW: none, GN!reader
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🌱 Naruto isn't used to romantic affection from people, let alone his crush, so his reaction when you call him "darling" is a huge gaping mouth and stuttering as he tries to process what you said
🌱 "W-wait!! Whuh?! Huhhh?!! Whaddja call me?!"
🌱 Whether it's a joke or not he has a dorky smile after as he laughs, the pet name making him feel warm inside. He probably will try and call you a pet name back afterwards, hoping you'll like it just as much as he did.
🌱 Goes to brag to all his friends the next day. "Hey hey! Guess what?! S/O called me DARLING!!" Nobody really cares too much honestly, they think he's overreacting or even lying.
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🌾 A stoic man he is, that Kakashi. Not much can get him flustered, besides reading Icha Icha of course.
🌾 He usually can keep his feelings hidden away from his crush, treating you like any of his other friends, but when you call him darling? Lucky that he's wearing a mask because you'd be able to see the huge blush forming on his face.
🌾 He'd try not to react too much, his eye slightly widening and body tensing up when the word hits him. It felt so... Natural? The pet name came off your tongue so nicely that Kakashi can't help but want to hear it more.
🌾 Wouldn't comment on it, but may bring it up in the future to tease you. Perhaps to get back at them he'll also call you a romantic pet name... Nah, he's too nervous to do that, if he was that bold he'd go and just confess already!
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🌺 Like Naruto, Obito is flabbergasted. He's liked you for gods who knows how long and you can just casually call him that while he becomes a mess just hugging you?
🌺 His head whips towards you so quickly as he stares at you with wide eyes. How is he supposed to react to this?! Does this mean you like him...? Did you even mean this romantically in the first place? Do you call other people that too?!
🌺 His mind is running and he just kinda... Stares at you in awe. Don't let him down by telling him it was just a joke when he questions you later, he'll be devastated.
🌺 Obito will try and be confident, calling you an affectionate pet name as well but all that comes out is stuttering.
🌺 "Heheh... I think so too, s... S-sweet... Sw-sweethEART OKIMGOINGTOGONOWBYES/O"
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🌻 Goes absolutely red. Hinata already gets embarrassed by little gestures so something like getting called darling is sure to make her pass out!
🌻 Did you really mean that? She hopes so! That small name made her day, and she won't ever forget about it<3
🌻 Of course, she's still too shy to admit her feelings to you. If that was your way of confessing you'd be dumb to not see that she obviously likes you too... You'd probably be dumb to not notice her behavior before, after all Hinata isn't very good at hiding her feelings towards you.
🌻 She wouldn't realize it's a confession of your attraction if that was your motive, so please be more blunt with her.
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🌙 If you think he wouldn't remember, he will. Itachi is a romantic individual, though not as much before a relationship. He takes note of everything S/O says, and will try to hint towards his feelings through small actions and words.
🌙 Absolutely loves it. Itachi will think about the pet name, wondering if you'd mind if he called you that as well. Maybe you'd get embarrassed that you're getting a taste of your own medicine? It's not the humiliation part Itachi would enjoy, but he'd love to see your flustered face.
🌙 Doesn't make a huge fuss when you call him darling, probably doesn't even say anything about it, but has a small smile while thinking about it.
🌙 Will begin to also call you pet names!! It depends on how close you are, but if you two are good friends he'll return your affection. You two probably end up having a lot of romantic tension while everybody suffers watching wondering if one of you two will finally confess or not...
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🪻 Sasuke loves hates it. Do NOT call him that cheesy warm and gooey shit, he will scoff at you then turn his head away. jk he just has an ego to protect
🪻 Hates how it makes him feel. That disgusting ticklish feeling he gets in his stomach and the heat in his face makes him feel weak and vulnerable, so stop that. This is just as bad as a genjutsu and he doesn't like it one bit!
🪻 In reality though, Sasuke adores being called darling. He's just... Really bad at dealing with affection you know? He doesn't know how to react and the feeling of love is so foreign to him, so his only way of reacting is acting like he hates it in hopes of ridding his feelings. (Spoiler alert:it doesn't help one bit.)
🪻 You can catch him with a soft blush and tiny smirk on his face if you can catch a glance before he turns his head. Quit being such a loser and just accept it, Sasuke!
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🪶 This was mentioned in his book, so Sai should act accordingly, right? He'll begin to also call you pet names, and he probably already did before you due to the fact he read a book saying he should...
🪶 Doesn't quite understand the meaning behind the sweet names but he's trying his best
🪶 It makes him happy though, being able to connect with you... Someone he enjoys being around so much, someone who he feels he has a "special" bond with.
🪶It creeps into your twos friendship, and before you know it you two are acting like a married couple with all your affectionate behavior.
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lale-txt · 5 months
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what gets their heart pounding... ♡ [partly ns.fw] ↳ w/ Kakashi, Obito, Madara & Tobirama
a/n: reader is gn! Lale, you can't write those hcs for every series you enjoy—I CAN AND I WILL. i got positively possessed while writing these and now i'm thinking about turning each of them into a oneshot. picked my two favorite Uchihas and my two fav white haired men for this round, but i have other chars for this in the drafts already >:3c
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❦ 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈
the subtle touches when you’re together; hands brushing, pinkies almost interlocking, your fingers tapping his arm to get his attention, his hand on the small of your back for a brief second when you move through a crowd; as if your bodies are simply drawn to each other
the urge to adjust your headband or to brush a strand of hair behind your ear when you’re too lost in thought to notice, only to snap out of it and look at him with those curious doe eyes, so full of life
the way your tongue pokes out between your lips when you patch up his wounds after a mission together; you’re so focused on his well-being that it makes Kakashi’s heart melt
your mumbled “you’re too reckless, i worry about you” that reveals just how deep that love for him runs, making it impossible for him to shove his own feelings aside any longer
the small gasp you let out when he pulls down his mask to kiss you with hunger and an unknown softness, as if he was afraid of waking up from the sweetest dream
realizing he’s not dreaming at all when you’re lying tangled in the soaked sheets together and try to catch your breaths, skin on skin, sparking little fires everywhere
your hand on his chest, feeling his fluttering heartbeat, eyes glued on your fingers as they wander down lower his stomach, until his cock is twitching in your fist and shortly after inside of you again
❦ 𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐎
everything, anything you do. this man’s heart falters the moment he feels your presence nearby.
hearing his name roll off your pretty tongue, a sound like velvet, catching him off guard whenever you call out for him, your face lightening up when he turns towards you (not knowing you’re his whole sun)
your fingertips tracing the scars on his face; a thing he has never allowed anyone before to do so, but with you… it’s different. you’re being so gentle, it makes him want to place his bare heart into your open palms 
feeling your soft skin for the first time when his hands wander underneath your clothes, exploring every inch of you paired with the sweet sounds you make, his breath hitching in his throat
your pleading eyes when you tug on the hem of his shirt, silently asking for it to come off, as if he could ever resist you. as if the essence of his soul wasn’t already stained in your colors.
the way your eyes flutter wide open when he reveals this scarred body of his and how warm your lips feel on his skin when you kiss and lick and suck from the side of his neck down to his hip bones 
now it’s your name falling out of his mouth, between broken moans, when that pretty mouth of yours wraps around his throbbing cock, lapping up everything he has to offer you and you’re doing it oh so willingly 
❦ 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐀
the sound of your laughter coming through the open window with the warm summer breeze. you’re his sweet new neighbor and he’s been smitten with you ever since you showed up on his doorstep, a plate of inarizushi in your hands to introduce yourself
seeing you reading in a corner the backyard, that little frown on your face while the tip of your nose almost touches the scrolls; you’re so eager for knowledge and he can’t help but admire this
the complete shift in your expression when you notice his presence (barely anyone does, at least not like you do), your whole face brightening up as you wave at him
hearing you late at night, when you don’t realize just how thin these walls are, the sweet sounds of your moans when you touch yourself. Marada can’t help but wonder, are you thinking about him? you couldn’t possibly… right?
feeling how hard he is when he finally gives in to the temptation, palming himself to the muffled sounds of yours, only a thin wall between the two of you, you so blissfully unaware of the mess you’ve made out of him when he spills himself in his hollow fist
seeing you again in the backyard a few days later, except that this time your kimono is hiked up to your hips, your legs spread wide, giving him a good visual on what happened on the other side of the wall
his sharingan ablaze, taking in the view of you, until you gesture him to come closer, closer, till he’s on his knees in front of you, showing you just how much he adores you…
❦ 𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀
the way you lean over him when he’s sitting at his desk in the hokage office, pointing out something on the scroll in front of him, but you’re making it so hard for him to focus with your chest pressing against his shoulder and that sweet smell of yours entangling him
the startled sounds you make when he wraps a blanket around your shoulders after you’ve fallen asleep in your office once again, and the way you drift back into sleep when you notice it’s him and that you can feel safe here
your apologetic smile when he’s scolding you the next day for working too much; as if he wasn’t missing out on sleep for the sake of the village and doesn’t secretly admire your passion and drive (being oblivious that maybe, maybe, you just want an excuse to spend more time by his side) 
the small “oh” coming out of your mouth one night, when you’re in the archive together, searching for one specific scroll, but instead his lips finds yours and suddenly your fingers are in his hair and his are pulling you closer by the hips and that scroll is completely forgotten (it was never about the scroll)
the tension between you unloading when you straddle his lap and all the useless fabric between you is shoved aside hastily so you can sink yourself fully onto his thick length
feeling you tremble on top of him until he wraps his arms around you, holding you so close to him while he slowly works you open, his lips on your neck, his dark, calm voice whispering sweet nothings in your ear while you clench around him 
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mmurderhousewrites · 9 days
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I NEED reader and Kakashi making out while reader is on his lap jesus fuck I've been so horny for him for weeks bro and I can't find anymore good fics that I haven't read 🥲
Yesss this is my first time writing for Kakashi too so i hope enjoy!
Warnings: making out, suggestive themes
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Growing up together in the village and joining the ANBU together when you were teenagers, Your friends and people around the village weren't surprised when you and Kakashi finally made it Official. After all, you went through a lot with each other.
Your relationship was going pretty well but of course with Kakashi being Hokage and you still being an ANBU member the two of your wouldn't see each other for days and sometimes weeks.
In your case, the last 4 days you spent in Sunagakure dealing with your own private mission. So of course it was ideal for you to sneak into the Hokage's office and visit your boyfriend when you got back.
Sitting on Kakashi's lap, your tongues clash against each other as you battle each other for dominance. Your couldn't help but grind against his lap, feeling his growing erection under you.
Kakashi groans into your mouth, arms wrapping around you waist to pull your body closer. You pull away for a second, looking down at this beautiful being you called a boyfriend.
"Should we go home?" You question, grinding against his bulge.
"No i think we should stay right here" he says scooching you back a bit, giving him space to unzip his pants. "You're gonna sit right here while i finish up, okay princess?" He raises an eyebrow, smirking.
Your cheeks are for sure a shade of red at this point. You nod your head, biting your lip, "Okay."
Let's just say the guards watching the Hokage mansion that night definitely cannot look either you and Kakashi in the eyes anymore.
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bai-kage · 6 months
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♡ kinktober 2023 ♡
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naruto and jujutsu kaisen | most scenarios will be college au and characters are aged up to their 20s | all will be fem!reader x character, or unspecified gender but reader has a vagina | prompt list by @chestharrington
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these are subject to change! i will do my best to stick to a prompt and character now that i've made a post about it, but i might change it up if i'm having particular difficulty with a prompt/character. all works will be linked with their word count in this post once they are completed!
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♡ october 4: thigh riding with kakashi (naruto) | wc: 2.4k | part 2: lip gloss & lingerie | wc: 4798
♡ october 7: virginity with megumi (jujutsu kaisen) | wc: 4.6k | part 2: girlfriend | wc: 4.6k
♡ october 11: sex toys with deidara (naruto) | wc: 2.7k
♡ october 14: phone sex sexting with yuji (jujutsu kaisen) | wc: 3.5k | part 2 coming January
♡ october 18: exhibitionism with obito (naruto) | wc: 2.6k
♡ october 21: threesome with gojo and geto (jujutsu kaisen) | wc: 4.0k
♡ october 25: bondage with gaara (naruto) | wc: 2.9k
♡ october 28: overstimulation with yuta (jujutsu kaisen) | wc: 2.9k | part 2 coming eventually
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localkage · 8 months
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thinking about naruto men after you die in battle– they probably haven't even confessed, foolishly thinking they had all the time in the world to wait for the perfect moment, to wait until both of you were ready to hear and commit to it. how arrogant and delusional of them to think this world, this bitter and unforgiving world that reaps lives like they're as meaningless as weeds, would ever allow them time. how stupid of them to allow you to die without ever letting you know how much you meant– they wanted to share a life with you, walk hand in hand, wake up by your side everyday and grow old with you. no amount of tears can stop this hurt, and no amount of mourning will ever ease the blow of losing someone before they even had them. you both will die with mouths shut and this love stuck in your throats– never professing, never knowing.
how painful it is to take such love to the grave.
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itskenickie · 4 months
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hey y/n and x reader authors can y’all stop reposting fanarts on your fics without the artist’s permission?
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narutoverse-write · 3 months
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Recorded -> Obito Uchiha
cw: NSWF-MDNI, porn w plot, college!obito, raw sex, daddy kink, recording kink, creampie, obito records reader & sends it out, lmk if i missed any!!
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yet another college party seemingly ruins obito’s attention span. on any other normal night during finals week, obito would keep his dorm room open, available to the public. while this was mainly to allow fellow students to enter and study alongside him — or, for better understanding, cheat off of him — obito also did not mind the plethora of college girls passing by his open door with little clothing left to cover their modesty. it would hold his gaze for a mere passing second before he would get back to work.
it wasn’t as though obito wasn’t allowed to go and enjoy the dorm floor party, but that he didn’t desire to. while he enjoyed partying and talking to girls as much as the next guy, he seriously needed to study for his criminal procedure final. he was never dumb, normally exceeding in academics, but the loopholes littering criminal procedure kept him up at night more often than not. so, he sat at the desk just beside his bed, able to see passing by groups in his peripheral vision as muffled speech and music lingered through his mind. lord knows the resident assistant is too drunk or high to care about the mess or noise.
“obi,” a deepened voice groaned from the doorway, pulling obito’s attention once again towards it. a six foot four basketball player, flaunting his sport with a letterman’s jacket which obito was sure would become obsolete in a year lazily entered his singled dorm. sweaty, trembling hands reached into his left pocket of his jeans that were already stained with the scent of alcohol. obito knew him as the guy that sat directly beside him in numerous classes on purpose. obito wasn’t even certain that this guy knew his full name.
fishing a few bills from his pocket, obito graciously accepted the cash payment in exchange for letting him cheat off of obito’s exam the entire time. obito counted the cash as he stood there; three hundred even.
“other half to me after the exam results. just don’t be obvious about it and it should be fine,” obito stated, placing the money on his desk alongside the rest. while many people opted to pay obito in exchange for his academic services — writing essay’s, mock briefs, while some even pay him to do small assignments in core classes — this man in particular was too stupid to think of anything else other than his final exam grade. obito knew that despite his own efforts in letting this guy cheat off of him, there was no way he would have an A by the end of the semester.
“right. thanks,” he merely nodded, his eyes scanning obito’s dorm for a second as though he was waiting for some sort of immediate difference in his academics. obito gestured towards the open door.
“leave it open,” obito softly directed, his gaze held onto a passing by group of women that dressed in short skirts and university jerseys that were at least one size too small. the man only nodded as he left, stumbling back to the party in order to earn his lost three hundred dollars back in a game of beer pong or a dumb bet.
obito continued on his journey of memorizing every aspect of his textbook, flipping through pages and skimming the pieces he already knew. growing up in a rather tightly knit family, the uchiha knew the perfect balance of distraction and focus; an ability his old roomate claimed was nearly magical. unfortunately, though, the inconsistency of banging against his wall nearly drove him mad. he could handle the music and conversation, but the uneven tapping on his wall made him want to rip his eyes from his skull. bang. . . bang bang. . . bang. bang.
he got up from his chair with a huff, quickly approaching his open doorway with clenched fists, fully prepared to scream at the culprit, thieving his precious time and attention. turning the corner into the narrow hallway, his eyes landed on the couple pressed against the wall; you were dressed in a similar fashion as the rest of the women here. your hands, however, remained rested flat against the wall you was being pinned upon. your mouth was slightly open and your eyes wide in a fearful manner. obito couldn’t bring himself to scream at the couple, so instead stood idly by with no idea of what to do.
“oh, obito!” you practically ripped from the boy’s grasp, fighting against his caging arms and body before throwing your weight towards obito. your small hands framed obito’s chest as he stood in utter confusion. it wasn’t until you looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes did he realize that he shared a chemistry class with you. unlike many, however, you resorted to getting a tutor rather than paying your way towards a degree. while obito was always told he had a case of resting bitch face, he never really saw it. still, his utter confusion and uncertainty was easily mistaken as anger. you buried your face into his chest, breathing in his scent until obito’s knees grew weak; even weaker when you mumbled into his skin, “he’s fucking crazy,” surprising obito of his own hearing ability.
“who’s this?” obito sprung into action. he’s heard of stories like this; once again, with a tightly wound family, he often heard of his female cousins being forced into laying their trust into a stranger in order to escape the malicious grasp of another.
“classmate. we’re working on a project together,” the man stated, taking on step forward as obito peeled his ‘girlfriend’ towards his side, shielding your face with his bicep. something in his tone held a questioning glaze and obito did not like that.
“mm,” obito mumbled, “what class?”
slyly, the uchiha gently pushed your small frame into his dorm room, keeping his eyes locked with the man as though he was preying on a wild animal. still, the man did not falter his stance, clearly annoyed by obito’s intrusion.
“science,” he stated plainly. obito’s lips turned in a small smile. he had ‘science’ with you. this man was not in the class; clearly, he had no concept of the subject of chemistry. he was blatantly lying and obito found it amusing, to say the least. a moment of silence stuck between them as the man’s stance shifted, his deception running thick in the tension. “could you just tell her to text me when she isn’t busy?”
the request sounded more like a demand, but obito once more ignored the obvious irritation in his tone as he nodded in response. finally, the man walked off without another word, despite his looking doubt that obito knew her at all. before he could even question it, obito was closing the door to his dorm room behind him.
“god, thank you. . . obito, right?” you asked, jogging your memory as you recognized his face from passing by in class.
“uh huh,” obito nodded, partially surprised that you were sitting on his bed already, however, it wasn’t that he minded. he didn’t mention it, and instead sat back down at his desk. “he lied; said you were doing a project with him in chem.”
“i was doing a project with him for my bio class. last semester. and he still hasn’t moved on. keeps harassing me and it seems like everytime i’m by myself, he shows up, practically pinning me against a wall,” you complained, still partially shook up by his appearance as you mindlessly observed obito’s tidy dorm room, save a few pieces of clothing littered throughout. obito merely nodded, tapping his pencil against the textbook in front of him. “he offered to tutor me in chemistry, and it’s not like everyone knows what the hell is going on in that class.”
“could’ve just asked,” obito lightly chuckled.
“i don’t have that kind of money. plus, i’m actually attempting to learn the material,” you sighed in response, feeling your phone vibrate from beside you. you tapped the screen, groaning at the sight of his snapchat avatar, furiously typing in the chat.
obito giggled again, noticing your phone. it was always amusing to him, watching from the sidelines as some poor guy went insane over some girl. obito knew how he felt, although it was amusing in this case.
“what’s he saying already?” obito asked out of curiosity as you sighed, opening the messages.
“um, ‘i can’t believe you’ve strung me along this whole time, you dumb cunt. . . don’t ever contact me again’,” you read aloud, “although, he’s still typing more.”
“just ‘cause i feel bad for you, how about i tutor you for free?” obito asked with a small smile, not bothering to mention that he hoped you would want to be around him; he certainly thought you were cute.
“you’d do that for me?” you asked in a high pitched tone, looking at the uchiha in awe. he nodded. “you’re so cute!”
“sure, why not? gotta be better than him, right?” obito rhetorically asked, spinning in his chair out of sheer indecision as his cheeks grew red. while he meant what he was offering, he also needed to study at the same time.
“way better,” you mused, finally coming to ignore the constant dinging of your cell phone. you stood, placing a gentle but firm hand on obito’s swirling chair to stop him. “when can we start?”
“um. . . whenever you want to. . . how’s tomorrow?”
“okay,” you nodded in agreement, licking your lower lip before biting down into it as you, for the first time, got a good look at him. he had a series of small scars that stretched over the right side of his face, peering into the collar of his t-shirt. his dark eyes met yours as he, too, swiped his tongue over his lower lip. he was undoubtedly handsome. “thank you. . . again.”
just as you were about to give up and rejoin the party, leaving obito behind, his left hand took hold of your wrist, keeping you still in a gentle manner, nothing like before.
“maybe you can pay me in. . . a different way?” obito got the balls to ask, looking to you for any sort of sign that it was okay. his shoulders relaxed when you grinned softly back at him. it wasn’t often that two people got on the same page, but fuck, did it feel good when it happened.
“thought you wouldn’t ask,” you shyly responded, leaning closer to touch your lips against his. perhaps it was the small amount of alcohol that you could blame this on, but he seriously seemed like a night in shining armor; coming to your aid, rescuing you from some creep, offering more than he should have. on top of that, you had always somewhat been curious as to what he kept beneath his normal attire. he was big, but not too big, like the mindless jocks you normally associated with.
before you really knew what was going on, you were straddling obito in his desk chair, breasts flush against his chest and grinding your heat against his thigh. it was thrilling; hiding from the party with a guy you previously only knew from passing by — mere mutuals. now, you were on top of him, seemingly unable to get enough of his full lips.
his hands snaked around your waist, finally landing at the plush of your ass to knead into. he sighed into the kiss as you whined against him, loving the feeling his touch left across your skin. despite obito’s distaste for many people, he seemed more experienced than he let off. you only peeled away slightly as he assisted you in removing your shirt. obito didn’t even care that his door remained unlocked in the midst of a party, and instead, lifted his hips against you in rhythm with the muffled music next door.
you whined again when obito’s lips moved to your chest, kissing and sucking at your breasts like a starved man. something so exhilarating made you feel numb, and you couldn’t help but notice the wet spot in your panties become increasingly more difficult to ignore.
“fuck. . . stand up,” obito demanded, leaving a light tap on your ass as you quickly obliged, lifting yourself from his lap as the ache between your thighs grew stronger, your core whimpering from the absence of his touch. “let me see that pretty pussy.”
you did as told, your mind fuzzy as it became apparent that obito was too fucking good at this already. your brain short circuits and all you can think about is him, him, him. you felt obito’s hands assist your body, bending you exactly how he desired. none of it truly stuck with you until you were bent forward, your cheek pressed against the cool desk, reminding you of just how warm you really were.
“holy fuck. . . you’re so fuckin’ wet already, princess,” god, you didn’t need obito to touch you; listening to his praises, passing warm breath across your backside was possibly enough to make you cum. when he finally did touch you — pressing the pad of his thumb onto the darker spot of your panties — you felt like you just might come, but managed to hold back as his thick digit swooped around your panties, pushing them to the side.
another ding, vibrate, followed by another vibration. your phone was going off the hook on his bed still. “god fucking dammit,” obito groaned in disappointment, quickly reaching to grab it before silencing the constant background noise and slamming the phone against his desktop. irritated, obito wasted no further time. one moment, you were rubbing your thighs together to achieve some sort of friction. the next, obito had flattened his tongue against your aching bundle of nerves. you choked before an involuntary noise slipped past your lips. obito’s tongue lapped against you, providing just the right amount of friction to make your toes curl and your back arch a little more.
“mm — fuck! obi — please ~” you whined out barely coherent pleas. he didn’t amuse your whining and instead continued on, gently sucking at your poor clit. needy and desperate, you leaned back, pressing yourself against his face as harshly as possible, wanting nothing more than to cum by his tongue. your mind and body became one, totally secluded from any rationality as you became nothing more than a personal fuck toy for him to use as he deemed fit. before you knew it, your belly was tightening and your body seemed to clench. he didn’t slow down. “‘m gonna cum!”
and you did. the tension beneath your skin snapped into a blissful wave of euphoria. you were trembling; shaking against him. finally, he stopped. too suddenly, you pathetically whined at the loss of contact, cut short when his hand firmly planted a harsh smack against your ass. you yelped, feeling too weak to move or even think straight.
“obito. . .”
“fuck, i might not fit,” he mused to himself, his fingers stretching your hole as he admired it deeply. he felt the fire burn and rage within his jeans until he was left with no other option but to unzip his pants. you trembled at the sound, but still smiled weakly. “wanna cum again for me baby?”
“uh huh,” you knew you sounded pathetic, but you didn’t care at all. nor did obito. however, neither of you could ignore your phone screen as it remained awake. “fuck,” you whined out, “he’s still going.”
before you could bring yourself to check, obito had your phone in his hands again. glancing behind you, obito used his other hand to slowly pump his hardened erection. big, intimidating, and mouth watering.
his gaze seemed focused on your phone screen, a small smirk apprearing on his face as you audibly groaned, pressing your ass against obito as if to remind him of what he was doing, or supposed to be doing. in the midst of rolling your eyes in annoyance as you continued to press your waist against obito, a shockwave of indescribable pleasure sprang through your entire body. it last a mere moment as obito plunged deep into your soaked cunt — courtesy of his tongue — only once before pulling out completely. the instant contact followed by the instant retreat made you moan, yelp, and whine. just as you were about to reprimand obito for his teasing actions, you were nearly blinded by the flash of your camera from behind, immediately followed by obito’s sultry tone, “say my name.”
you didn’t have time to comply, much less demand he stop recording before he smacked your ass again, this time harder than before.
mindlessly, you did as you were told, “obito!”
once more, his thick cock plunged into your gaping cunt, stretching you pleasantly as he bottomed out and remained there for a second longer than the last.
“again,” he demanded after pulling out again, once more repeating the harsh slap to your behind that echoed your yelp within the room.
“obito!” you were growing desperate to have his cock in you again, hopefully for longer than he’s been teasing you. just as you gained the ability and consciousness to speak up again, his dick was already back in, this time pounding into you from behind as his free hand — the one not busy holding the camera — wrapped around your cute ponytail as he continued to fuck you relentlessly, your moans likely bursting the sound capacity of the video he was taking.
“fucking love my cock, huh princess?” obito spoke through gritted teeth, his relentless pace not giving you a second to respond. bruises were surely appearing on the front of your hips as they constantly pressed against the edge of his desk, covered with textbooks and scattered note sheets. “who’s your daddy, huh?”
“fuck! you are!” you whined, your brain unable to keep up with his pace as you came undone embarrassingly quick around his cock.
“did you cum on daddy’s cock already, baby?” obito finally spoke more to you rather than the camera. just after uttering the question, the flash turned off and you were quick to realize it was a snapchat recording — which just so happened to be your main form of communication with your ex project-partner and tutor.
“mm — fuck,” you replied with curses as the snapping of his hips slowed, finally giving you the opportunity to breathe. “y-yes daddy — ‘m sorry —”
“don’t be sorry. . .” obito responded, his voice sounding softer than his normal speaking tone. your heart swelled, quickly constricted once the flash of your camera returned again. “wanna cum again?”
“y-yeah,” you sounded pathetic and already fucked out, too accustomed to the lame fucks you’ve experienced thus far in college. and to think you were a woman that was incapable of finishing through penetration; no, it was just lack of experience.
“do it yourself, pretty girl. . . fuck yourself on daddy’s cock,” obito’s demanding voice was completely lost as he spoke to you, offering little assistance as you slowly rocked back and forth, sliding his dick against your walls until it tipped at a particularly pleasant spot; one you’ve only managed to reach before via a dildo. he seemed to admire you as your gentle rocking soon turned to a needy grinding against him; his admiration evident as the flash of the camera seemed to travel along your entire body, especially paying mind to the sight of your tight cunt swallowing and squeezing at his firm cock. “yes, just like that. squeezing me so good, princess, fuck.”
the lewd sound escaping your lips sounded like one in agreement of his words as you picked up the pace; faster and faster until you were making yourself a moaning mess on him.
“obito,” you whined pathetically, feeling your orgasm approaching but incapable of replicating the speed and harshness of his thrusts, making your desires known with harsh rocks backwards, impaling yourself on his cock.
“one second, baby,” the flash was cut off again before returning only a second later. you hated the tease, but something about being on camera made you want to put on a show. you felt dirty but in a euphoric way. you found out the only reason he forced you to wait a second longer was because he was getting close, too. mere moments after the flash of your camera came back, obito was pounding into you relentlessly again, each thrust more unforgiving than the last as you choked out sounds that could pass as screams.
you heard obito release a breathy laugh, his free hand roaming down your spine as he pushed you further into his desk, his fingertips igniting a fire along your back as he slammed into you with each quickened thrust.
“you want my cum?” obito’s voice was so low you hardly heard him. the lust seemed to give you heightened senses as you screamed in response, incapable of creating any other noises.
“yes! fuck — yes, give me your cum!” stray tears began teasing the corners of your eyes, smearing your pretty makeup and it made obito feral. “god, ‘m so close again, daddy. . .”
“mhm,” obito muttered curses to himself, his thrusts becoming sporadic and uneven as the sounds he was illiciting from your lips pushed him over the edge. the twitch of his cock pulled you into a moaning mess, cumming with him as he seethed through his orgasm, deep into your cunt. he whined, watching his cum slowly seep out of you as he pulled out, painfully slowly. the flash of the camera was gone again. a moment passed as you caught your breath, obito setting your phone back down onto his desk. “don’t think he’ll be bothering you again.”
your gaze came across you unlocked phone, recognizing the purple arrow in your recent snapchat’s; it made your stomach flutter. you never knew how much being recorded could affect you; you were fucked out.
“you okay, baby?” obito’s voice was soft and concerned as his hand wrapped around your smaller bicep. it was then that you realized this would be more than just a tutor; not that you minded it very much.
obito pulled you up by your arm, your bare back being pressed agaisnt his chest as he craned his neck to look at you more clearly. you nodded agaisnt him, mesmerized by the slight pulse in your core. his slightly parted lips trailed along the side of your neck, pussy drunk and clingy. you leaned into him further before he was inevitably holding you up.
obito smiled, the muffled sound of music returned to his ears more clearly. he wasn’t deaf from your screams of pleasure any longer. carrying you to his bed, he was gentle as he laid you down, your head resting on his pillow. your fucked out expression of bliss made obito want to dive back into your pussy, but he restrained himself. he wasn’t sure how he would be expected to tutor you when all he would think about is drilling his cock into you again and again until you were stupid.
you noticed the discoloration of your hips, not surprising you in the slightest as obito pulled his boxer briefs back around his large thighs. he had to have the played basketball in high school. he took his shirt off next, moving back towards you with a small smile.
“like what you see?” obito teased, moving to lay beside you, press his chest against you, pull you closer to him — you smiled.
“i didn’t get a good look at you before,” you teased in response, although it ended up being quite the jab to you — bending over for him without ever seeing the way his muscles contracted when he moved. he was mouth waterinly gorgeous, but that may be the endorphins.
“mm, i’ll be sure to fuck you properly next time,” he breathed, his hand running along your nude figure, making you tremble. you laughed; properly. what a gentleman.
still, the thought of getting to look into his eyes while he plowed into you made your heart flutter and your heat clench; your thighs wrapped around his waist while he called you pretty or baby while you called him daddy.
“in the morning,” you suggested, earning another cute smile from him.
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anime-fan-05 · 6 months
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Naruto ~First kiss 2nd part~
1st part is here.
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I'm so proud of Gaara: he became Kazekage!
After everything that happened with the villagers, I'm so happy he has now managed to be accepted. Of course, there are still those who treat him badly, but I know that he'll never give in to his hatred again.
While I was deep in thought about my boyfriend, the investment ceremony ended. Oh no! I missed his speech!
In the meantime, Gaara came to me, so we could go to his celebratory refreshment together.
"Congratulations, Gaara!" I say and hug him.
"Thank you, honey." He returns the hug with love, holding me tightly to him. Then, we go to his refreshment.
As time goes by, I'm more and more nervous, since I will have to give him my gift: I decided I would give him a kiss, my first kiss.
How anxious! The time has come.
"Gaara -I get up- I want to tell you that I'm very proud of you. I also want to say thank you for always being by my side. So, now it's my turn: I'll be here for everything, okay? I may not be a strong and courageous kunoichi, but I can listen to you and help you if you need it." When I finish, Gaara has tears in his eyes.
"And as for my gift to you... I decided to give you something small, but significant. However, to give it to you, you will have to come here to me and close your eyes."
He looks at me questioningly, but he does as I told him anyway.
When he's facing me, I gently cup his cheeks and lower him slightly to my level, then I gently press my lips to his.
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Today isn't a happy day for Kakashi, my boyfriend: thirteen years ago, during the Third Shinobi World War, his best friend Obito died.
I'm very worried about him, especially because he's been at K.I.A. stone all day.
I was so worried that I decided to go to him. Although I shouldn't invade his space, I'm too afraid: I fear he's suffering. And, if he suffers, I suffer too.
"Kashi?" I try to catch his attention.
He turns and looks at me. I can see his eyes: although he isn't crying, these are red and shiny. I know he's about to cry.
Without thinking twice, I run to hug him.
"I won't force you to talk, because I know you're very private about your feelings, but I'm here. I'm here if you want, if you need someone to be with you. I certainly won't be able to replace your father, Obito, Rin or Minato, but I can help you: I don't know if it's the same for you, but I think that even just the presence of someone can help us feel better. Seriously, I'm here and I will never leave you."
I feel him hug me back and bury his face in the hollow of my neck. I also feel wetness on my neck and light sobs.
After minutes of crying, he moves away from my neck, but he continues to hug me.
"Thank you, my love. I know I never say it, but I love you so much."
He lowers his mask with a lightning gesture, without giving me the chance to see his face, and captures my lips with his in a sweet kiss.
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"Come on, (Y/N)-chan, give me a hug!"
"Tobi, please! I have to prepare our dinner!"
"But Tobi wants attention! Tobi was a good boy; Tobi deserves affection. Come on, (Y/N)-chan, hug me!"
"No, Tobi! If I hug you, you'll never let me go. Now, please, let me prepare dinner." It's the same as being engaged to a child! But Tobi is so cute, although at times he seems to transform into a more mature man. How strange...
"Tobi, I'll hug you only if you promise me you'll let me go cook."
"But Tobi wants to cuddle (Y/N)-chan!"
"Then, if you want tu cuddle me, you'll have to take off your mask. These are the two choices." When I look at Tobi, he's still.
"Tobi, are you ok? Sorry, I asked too much. Come -I open my arms- I'll give you a hug." However, he still remains motionless.
"No -here's his deeper tone again- I trust you enough to reveal my true identity to you." Really? Do you trust me that much?
After saying that, he takes his mask off, and I see...
"Obito?!" I can't believe it. He's alive!
"W-what... I thought you were... How..." I'm confused and I'm not understanding anything, but an incredible happiness spreads inside me: the person I loved as a girl is alive and is the person I'm in love with now.
Without even realizing it, I throw myself on top of him, hugging him tightly and starting to cry. He holds me close.
"Why don't you tell me? Don't you know how bad I felt, how much I suffered when I learned you were dead?"
"Sorry, (Y/N). I promise I'll answer all the questions you ask me. But first I want to give you another sign of my trust and love." Another sign?
He breaks away from our embrace and takes my right cheek with his hand, and his other hand gently takes my waist; after, he sweetly kiss me.
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I'm really happy: today my boyfriend Itachi will return after a month-long mission! For this reason I decided to prepare him dango, his favorite dish.
As soon as I finish preparing dango, I hear the front door open, so I hastily hide the sweets and run to Itachi.
"Tachi -I hug him- you're back!" I feel him holding me tight, but it's different from his usual grip: this one is tighter, and he's holding me tight as if I could disappear at any moment.
"Are you ok, Tachi?"
"I'm sorry for making you worry, sweetheart. I'm fine, I was just thinking about how immensely lucky I am to be with you." His sentence makes me blush, but it also makes me wonder why he told me these things.
"Has something happened?"
"Yes, I met my brother when I searched for the Kyuubi with Kisame."
If only Sasuke and everyone else knew that Tachi did everything he did for his and Konoha's safety...
"You know I can't tell them." Did I say it out loud?
"L-let's go to eat? -I change the subject- I also made dango for you today!" I see his eyes light up and a small smile makes its way onto his face. So cute!
We eat in silence. I'm thinking about his words: he didn't tell me explicitly, but I know he wants Sasuke to kill him not knowing the truth about him. What will I do when he dies?
"(Y/N)? Are you ok?"
"Huh? O-oh, yes, I am."
"You're thinking about my words, right? -how does he know?- Don't worry: I decided all this. However, I won't die for two or three years, since Sasuke doesn't have enough hate in himself yet. And-"
"Oi, Itachi. Leader wants to meet us." No! You interrupted us, Kisame! By the way, who gave you permission to enter my house whenever you want? I'm engaged to Itachi, not to you!
"All right, I'm coming."
After donning the Akatsuki cloak, he turns to look at me: "Sorry, my love. We'll talk when I get back, but before..."
He comes over and hugs me gently; then, he bows his head slightly and he softly and gently presses his lips to mine, capturing them in our first kiss.
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sleepysnk · 1 year
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which naruto and tr guys like cervix fucking?
hehe i like this one
naruto: KAKASHI, MADARA, obito, JIRAIYA, sasuke, orochimaru, HIDAN.
tokyo revengers: DRAKEN, shinichiro, RAN, HANMA, sanzu.
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handsome-devil69 · 1 year
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Neither Rock Lee or Might Gai have lost to an Uchiha, Gai beat Obito twice and Itachi didn't even blink while going up against Kakashi but suddenly got cautious when Gai showed up.
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