akirasukuna

[akirasukuna]

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Becoming His Queen

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Pairing: True Form Sukuna x F!Reader

Summery: Sukuna's harem consists of two kinds of women. His 'toys' and his 'wives'. Being his most tenured concubine you prepare his new toys when one clawed their way under your skin. Sukuna saw his favorite well-mannered wife behave like one of his toys resulting in you spending the night in his chambers instead of her.

Warnings: NSFW, violence, harsh spanking, Choking, Oral female receiving, rough nipple play, anal play, DP, Unprotected Penetration, Cream pie.

Word Count: 5.9k

Sukuna is a twisted master. Over your five years in his harem you’ve watched girl after girl come and go as he played his games with them. Sukuna has an interesting taste. He loves fiery and defiant women who refuse to bend the knee. He loves dragging them into his bedchamber and breaking them. He loves when they spit on him in defiance, when they hit him or try to run away. He loves chaining them to his bed and playing with their bodies, watching as they become hopelessly hooked on the pleasure only he can provide. He loves watching their faces of disgust beg for the tongue of his belly to lap at their clit while he stuffs both their holes with his two cocks. He loves turning the most stubborn women into submissive sex dolls.

It is a game to him. The world’s most fun game that he can play over and over again. The only problem is that once he has worn the woman down, she loses her use. She is a broken toy and is soon discarded. 

So how did you retain your tenure in his harem? On nights where Sukuna doesn’t feel like playing games, nights where he just wants a doting woman to do as she’s told and be happy about it, he turns to whom he affectionately dubs as ‘his wives.’ There are three of you in this group. Beautiful, kind, submissive, and willing to do anything Lord Sukuna asks. 

It takes a brave woman to be both kind and willing to do anything the King requests. Some of his kinks can be rather distasteful and sometimes the thing he wants most is for his wife to ride him till he falls asleep which can take hours. If you stop too soon or become too tired, he will beat you and likely dismiss you. No, you’re not a toy, but the position is just as hard. No, he doesn’t work you as often, but when he does, it’s usually after a bad day. No, he won’t dispose of you as fast, but you have to navigate his darker side and do so with a smile on your face.

Of his three wives you are the one he calls on the most. Your chest might not be as perky, you may have stretch marks (some of which Sukuna left on your skin), and you might not be as young, but you are the most obedient, you try the hardest to please him, and you are the most successful at calming him after a rough day. 

When he came back from battle, sometimes he wants to play some more, and gods bless the toy he has in the harem if that is the case. You do your best not to think of the things he does to them when he’s in that kind of mood. But other times he wants a pretty face to wipe away the blood, bathe him, and clean his clothes while he details exactly how he slaughtered masses with ease. 

You believe he prefers you in this role because you are genuinely interested in his battles. You scrub his painted nails as he tells you how he used them to slice open a man’s neck.

 “The filthy monkey thought it was okay to beat his foster children” 

You coo and tell your Lord how proud you are of him. That he is a great and just man. And he will take the same finger that stole life hours prior and trace your jaw bone with it. That same hand that crushed another’s skull as he entered his estate, will tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and you can’t help but feel pride at knowing a man capable of such destruction would never harm you. Not like that at least. 

Sukuna isn’t as nice to the other two wives of his harem. One of them he keeps solely because she is a pretty crier. She is too scared to say no to anything (not that she’s allowed) and will do whatever your Lord asks. As you know, sometimes Sukuna’s kinks are distasteful and he loves forcing his youngest wife to do them because of her obvious revulsion. He loves to hear her whine and cry, licking up her tears as they fall from her cheeks. 

The other wife is newer to your elite tier in the harem. She is certainly the most beautiful. Though not having a particular personality trait that he prefers means she will not survive long. She will be replaced as soon as a prettier face comes along.

You, however, are the longest standing concubine to ever stay in his harem. Uraume tells you he has never kept a concubine, even one he deems a wife, for longer than two years. Around your third year at the estate you were filled with anxiety when it had been too long between calls. You would constantly fret about getting dismissed until one day Uraume had to calm you down in the gardens. They assured you that Sukuna had no plans of dismissing you. That was the day you learned you were his favorite. Thanks to Uraume’s words, you felt better and allowed yourself to resume your role as leader of the harem with more confidence. 

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This particular afternoon Uraume drags in a new woman who is to be part of Sukuna's collection of toys. She is exceedingly beautiful with long dark hair. She has quite a mouth on her and clearly has had combat training. Just his type. You give an approving nod and tell the girl you’ll be back once she’s adjusted to her situation. 

Later that night you go to visit her room with the usual oils and perfumes along with two chambermaids. You sit her at the vanity and comb her hair. You tell her the kinds of things Sukuna likes and the things he hates. What to avoid saying and doing so that she doesn’t get herself killed, and what the general order of things is. Naturally she cusses you out and tries to degrade you with her words, and like all the other girls, the things she says roll off your shoulders. 

Sukuna, like any other man, has his flaws. He is not a perfect being. He has his temper and he does bad things, but he is also a man in need of love and affection. And when he returns that affection it is the most addicting drug on the face of this cursed planet. A drug so powerful that you have devoted your life and your freedom to it. The toys never see it at first, but in the end they do. They always do.

When the girl attempts to lay a hand on you, you simply duck and warn her that if she wishes to get physical then she will be locked in her room and denied free reign of the estate. She aims to strike you again so you gather your things and leave. The chambermaids lock her bedroom door from the outside after you exit and tuck the key away. 

“The two of you should come together in the morning with Uraume in case she tries to attack you”

“Thank you for your concern my Lady.”

“Please, you know you don’t have to be so formal with me.”

“On the contrary. You are the third highest member of the estate.”

A soft smile dusts over your face as you reach out and hold a finger under each of their chins. “Nonsense. We all serve Lord Sukuna. We just do so in different ways.”

“Thank you my Lady, but if it is all the same, we would feel more comfortable addressing you as such.”

You giggle and roll your eyes. “If you insist. But just know you might give me a bit of an ego.”

The two girls giggle and the three of you part ways. 

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The next day Uraume lets the new toy out of her chambers while Sukuna’s tending to business beyond his estate. You dally in the gardens and ask for a pair of shears to prune one of the bushes. The servants know better than to protest and let you do the pruning yourself as it frustrates you to instruct the groundskeepers exactly where to trim when they know you find the process therapeutic. 

After five years of residence at the estate, everyone knows you. Your likes, your dislikes, your preferred activities, how to tell you’re in a good mood, how to tell you’re in a bad one, and every detail in between. Most of the staff has even seen you naked.  So when you ask for garden shears, there is no debate. They simply had you the blades.

You are happily trimming away with your lady in waiting when the new toy spots you. 

“You bitch!”

“Good Afternoon!” you hum

“You locked me in my room!”

“I did not lock you in your room. I warned you what is the consequence when you become violent. It is not my fault you chose not to heed my warning.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t turn the key!”

“I didn’t”

“Lying whore!”

“If you’re going to insult me, you can surely think of something better. I am not a liar and I do not get paid to sleep with Lord Sukuna. I do it because it is my duty…and it’s rather fun.”

Your lady in waiting smirks at your calm retort as your eyes meet for just a second. 

In his office, Sukuna recently arrived back from a visit with some upper level curses. He opens the window that overlooks the gardens only to hear the sound of your voice talking an unknown woman. She must be his latest toy. He’s satisfied with Uraume’s choice in girl but can’t help the smile he wears at your words. Instead of sitting down at his desk, Sukuna continues to stand by the window and eavesdrop on your conversation.

“Fucking brainwashed slut. You’re such a stupid woman. I’ll never become like you-”

“That’s what they all say.” you interject before she’s done.

“What would some phony King want with someone like you anyways? You’re easily the ugliest woman here.” 

“And yet I’ve been here five years.” you say with a shrug.

“He probably keeps you around because only an ugly woman would be happy fucking a hideous monster.”

“Careful now. You don’t want to get caught talking about our King that way.”

“Or what, he gonna kill me?”

“He could do far worse than that, my dear.”

The woman strikes you across the face “Don’t call me that.”

You cup your cheek as your maiden gasps. You take a deep breath and continue pruning.

“I relish the days when girls like you come crawling out of their rooms, knees weak, and eyes blown wide at the truth.”

She goes to hit you again but this time you dodge it. You take another deep breath and continue to scrutinize the bush before you. 

“What? Too weak to fight back?”

“No” you say with a sigh

“Don’t act like you’re better than me! You’re a pathetic excuse for a human and an even worse excuse for a whore.”

You purse your lips and continue pruning

“I bet this King you care for so much isn’t even that special.”

“Watch it. Even if he doesn’t hear you, I won’t have you disrespect him in front of me any more.”

She snatches the shears from your hands and begins to hurl insults at you as she tries to hit you with them. “Stupid fucking cunt! Fuck you and your King!”

You grab her wrist before the blades can cut your face and give her a swift slap across the cheek. You lean into her ear as your fingers close harshly around her wrist, sure to leave a bruise under your angry grip. With a sharp tongue you whisper threateningly,

“I can’t wait to visit your chamber after your first night with him.”

You proceed to knee her in the stomach to make way for you to storm off the grounds and head back inside, seething with rage. You didn’t mean to let her get the better of you. You never would have before. The toys always come in feisty like that but something about this one got under your skin. 

Meanwhile, up in Sukuna’s office, he was left feeling very different about you. He had never seen your moxy but watching you just now made his cock twitch. You were always so tender and submissive for him. He never knew you to have a temper. But now that he had a taste, he needed more.

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That night you unexpectedly get a knock on your door. You open it to find Uraume standing on your threshold. 

“I know, I shouldn’t have hit the new girl.” you say with downcast eyes

“Actually I didn’t come here to reprimand you for your actions.”

You lift your head. Curiosity plain across your features.

“His lordship would like to lay with you tonight.”

“Oh..I, uh, I wasn’t expecting him to call for a few days. We have a new girl.”

“I am aware, however, he insisted on seeing you tonight.”

“I will get ready then.”

“Please act with haste. He seemed rather anxious.”

You nod and quickly turn to prep yourself for your duties. You comb your hair and pin it up loosely. Sukuna loves a hairstyle that he can easily grab and ruin. You lightly paint your face so that any pleasured tears you cry will be visible, and you freshly shave all the usual places before rubbing vanilla oil on your various pulse points. You don a silky kimono that is easy to discard and follow Uraume to Sukuna’s bedchambers.

You enter the impressive room and immediately fall to the floor in a bow before your eyes can rest on the face of his highness.

“Good evening My King.”

“Good evening Wife” 

It’s been five years but the title still makes you blush, especially when he says it so tenderly. Tonight he was certainly in a different kind of mood. His black silk robe was already untied, his full manhood on mouthwatering display. You lift your head, sit on your knees and address him.

“My lord, why did you call on me? We have a new mistress in the harem.”

“Why? Did you not want to see me?”

A look of panic washes over your features, “No! I always wish to see you, I just…”

“Were too busy being the ugliest woman here.”

Your face reddens as you realize he witnessed your earlier outburst. “I’m sorry my Lord. I should’ve never carried myself in such a manner.”

“Now you’re talking like a brainwashed slut.”

You feel flustered as you wonder how much of the earlier conversation he heard. You feel a bit indignant at him using the same insults on you that the new girl did but your role is to be his submissive.

“Yes, my Lord” you bow your head, “I am your brainwashed slut.”

“What? Too weak to fight back my dear?”

You begin to chew the inside of your cheek. “A lady doesn’t fight my Lord.”

Sukuna is wearing a huge smirk across his face and you can tell he’s enjoying your discomfort. “Are you a lady or are you a lying whore?!”

“I don’t lie!” you shout before you can catch yourself.

“There she is!”

You slap your hand over your mouth. Sukuna lunges at you using one of his four arms to grab you by the bicep and fling you onto the bed. 

“Wanna say that again whore?”

“My Lord, I-”

“You what?” 

Sukuna’s upper two hands pin your arms above your head while his lower two hands hold up his body weight as he hovers over you.

“You’re just a dumb cunt who wants to fuck her King, right?”

You gulp as you gaze up into his crimson eyes. His lower arms already opening your robe and taking hold of your hips. 

“What, lost your tongue?”

You chew on your bottom lip realizing he’s looking to play with you like one of his defiant toys. If that’s the case, you’ll fulfill your duty. Admittedly, you’re excited to find out what happens when you dare to defy the great and powerful Sukuna. 

“I am no cunt. I have a cunt and I allow my King to have access to it. Have you seen him?”

“Don’t talk to me like you don’t know me woman.” he says with a harsh slap to your breast. You let out a moan on impact.

“You like that? Do whores like having their tits slapped?”

He slaps you again to which you moan. “Answer me.”

“Yes” you breathe

He beats you with his lower set of arms while you strain in the hold of his upper ones. You yelp and moan cause it feels so good for all the wrong reasons.

“Quiet! I’ve heard enough of your screams.”

He lunges in and kisses you feverishly. It was unusual for Sukuna to kiss a woman’s lips. It is an act he views as intimate and one he saved for certain moods. There have been several times where Sukuna has kissed you over your tenure, usually being the concubine involved in his more vulnerable moments, but you certainly never expected him to kiss you like this. Your mind spiraled as the sting of his beating sill seared your skin. You couldn’t help but arch your back, attempting to press your chest up against his, as you made humming noises in contentment.

His lower arms curled under your waist, pulling you close, though your wrists still remained captive in his clutches. Your heart leaps into your throat as you feel his muscular chest close around yours. Your mouth needy for his when he breaks the kiss and whispers in your ear,

“Tonight, I fuck you like a brat. Tomorrow, I make you my Queen.”

Your breath catches in your neck. Mind dizzy at his words and what they could mean but you don’t have time to contemplate them. Sukuna brings his heavy hand down on your sex, slapping between your legs and making you jump. 

“I bet you like being beaten down here too, don’t you?”

He slaps between your legs again. You thrash following each blow from him. Arousal starts to stick to his skin prompting him to bring his hand to his nose. He takes a long drag as he wafts your scent into his nostrils before he shoves his fingers in your face. 

“You smell that? That’s the smell of your cunt begging for attention. Does that pretty pussy need attention?”

“Yes my King”

“Too bad. I’m not done playing with you yet.”

He punctuates with another slap to your sex, groans sputtering out of you like the wench he craves. Sukuna’s hands run all over your body while you’re trapped beneath him. You were his to touch and grope however he chose. His mouth trailed hickies all over your skin with painstaking intensity. His fangs punctured your skin at times as he sucked the markings in both visible and tender places. A tapestry of bruises ran along your supple flesh and over to your mounds. Sukuna biting and teething on the perky nubs that lay at their center. 

You throw your head back from the stimulation, rubbing your legs together, dying to have friction.

“Did I say you could close your legs?”

He breathes menacingly into your chest.

“I needed to-”

“There you go with that smart mouth of yours.”

He bites down on your chest as he uses his knees to open your legs. He unleashes the tongue on his stomach, allowing it to enjoy snacking on your folds as his mouth continues to play with your nipples. Alternating which one he flicks his tongue over and which one feels the cruel sting of his fingertips pinching it. 

You whine and cry and he just loves feeling you squirming under him instead of taking it like a good little wife. His large lower tongue points its tip and bullies its way between your lips, slipping inside your hole. Your back snaps into an arch, your pupils blow wide, choked moans emanating from you. Sukuna happily hums at your possessed state, pride coursing through his veins everytime he whips his whores into this kind of frenzy. He especially loves it when he does it to you. 

“You like that, my little whore?”

You’re unable to answer. His tongue shoves itself deeper and all you can do is whine and thrash.

“Use your words.”

“ngh! Yes! Yes! I love it! Yes!” 

You’re shouting, panting, and whining, already consumed by overstimulation as his abdominal tongue toys with your folds. Your eyes scrunch shut, barely able to receive such treatment.

“No more my King! No more! It’s too much! gaaahhh!”

“I tell you when you’ve had enough!”

You scream and he loves every second of it. His calm, collected wife, reduced to thrashing and screaming. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get bored of the many sides of you.

You’re kicking and screaming till suddenly you go stiff as a board. Legs and arms shoot out straight, head snapped back, spine thrown into an arch. Your screams cease as you spray into the open mouth of your King’s stomach. His mouth grumbles happily as he laps up your juice straight from the source. 

You fall limp. Sweat beading on your brow as you catch your breath. “S-sukena…more p-please.”

“What did you just call me? You dare call me by name?!”

Your brain feels fried and you can barely comprehend what you said. It takes a moment of buffering before blood flow returns to your mind for you to realize your error.

“M-m’sorry my King. I didn’t mean to!”

He grabs you at your waist as he sits up, throwing you over his lap. He folds your arms together behind your back, restraining you with his left set of arms while his right set moves your kimono aside to strike your bottom. He hits you with more force than he’s ever used and it immediately leaves behind a red mark. 

“Filthy brat. You dare speak my name?!”

“M’sorry!” you cry as he continues his blows.

“I graciously tongue fuck you and this is the respect you show me?!”

“M’so sorry my Lord!”

You weep over his knee as he continues to bruise the flesh of your behind, berating you for being a disrespectful brat. You cry and beg, apologizing over and over again. 

“Please my Lord! Show mercy!”

“You want mercy? Show me how sorry you are.”

“Yes my Lord”

He releases your hands as he lays down, waiting for you to mount him. You straddle his lap and move your hand to wipe away your tears when he stops you. His hand grabs your wrist and he lifts his head to lick your tears away. As his warm muscle wipes against your cheek, you lift his hands to your lips. You kiss his knuckles on every hand then stroke his left cheek with your thumb. Your hand dwarfs in comparison to his larger stature but you see his harsh facade break momentarily as you lift your teary face to kiss his jaw.

“I’m sorry my King. I will never misstep again.”

You know he forgives you but you can tell he’s not done having his fun. A mischievous smile splits his face as he lays back with his upper set of arms folded behind his head. 

“Prove it.”

You nod and shift your body to hover over his manhood. You align yourself with his lower length when he tuts. 

“Y/N” he warns, “You know better.”

“Yes, my Lord”

You shift again but this time you stick your finger in your mouth to lubricate it before you reach behind to prep your rear to take Sukuna’s massive girth. Sukuna’s hand yanks your wrist away.

“Brats don’t get to prep themselves. Brats take dick without complaint.”

Your bottom lip quivers. You know how injured you could get, especially with how Sukuna liked to fuck. Sukuna throws his head back in laughter at your response. 

“Get to riding Brat.”

Your throat bobs as you swallow and nod. “Yes, my Lord”

You lift your hips and slip his front member into your heat before easing his back member against your puckered rear. You close your eyes to relax the muscle so that he will fit when he bucks up his hips and forces it in. 

“My King!” you protest

“Quiet!”

You whine and begin to ride him. Soon you loosen and he glides into you in the most satisfying way. Normally you love how he can fill both holes at once and stuff you full all in the same stroke. Your face falls into one of pleasured bliss as you bounce up and down on him. 

“Yes, my Lord, yes. Feels s’good.”

“Faster slut.”

You rest your hands on his stomach, using them to balance yourself as you pick up speed. 

This is Sukuna’s favorite position so you are well versed in how he likes it and your muscles are well trained to withstand this position for hours. Sukuna can't help the look of affection that graces his features as he watches you work for him. He loves how you always serve him so well. Once he edged himself intentionally to see how long you would keep riding him before you gave up. After just over three hours he showed mercy to your exhausted body and allowed himself to release. He nearly dismissed his entire harem the next day. No one works harder to please him than you do. Your undying loyalty is on par with Uraume’s. How they found you, he will never know, but he is grateful to them for recruiting you to his staff. 

As you slide up and down his lengths, he raises a hand to smack your backside. You grunt, still bruised from your earlier spanking. A playful smile tugs at his corner lip. You catch it and know he’s satisfied but keeping up his act. He reaches up to pinch at your buds to which your face twists in pain but the pain only makes you clench around his shafts tighter as your arousal builds.

Sukuna, being the greedy man that he is, can’t help and only tug at your chest. He needs to taste it again. He sits up, causing you to drop to your knees as you keep bouncing up and down. He lowers his head to suckle and bite at your breasts, the tissue already marked from moments prior. Your arms rest on his shoulders as your hands play in his hair. The pink strands soft between your fingers. 

Between pleasured cries and choked moans you whisper in his ear, “I love you, my King.”

Though he isn't about to admit it, the feelings he has towards you, though maybe not the love you feel for him, could certainly be akin to what one might perceive as love. You are his prize jewel, the most valued of his treasures, and despite what that toy said, you are definitely the most beautiful in his collection. 

Starting tomorrow he will wear you on his knee in the throne room, you will be present for all his business meetings, and you will share his bed unless told otherwise. You will be given the title of his queen. That much, you have earned. 

Without thinking, Sukuna wraps his lower arms around you and rolls you onto your back. The transition so smooth that his cocks never slip from your holes. The warm emotions he’s feeling towards you kindle a desire to pleasure you. He begins to thrust as one set of arms tucks your knees into your chest. He went impossibly deep and both his dicks rubbed you just right, hitting all the sweet spots that make you mewl for him. Never would you wish to be a concubine for anyone else when there is a world with Sukuna in it. Your small hands grasp at his shoulders where his tattoos darken his skin. You cling to him as he prods against your cervix, pushing it aside to reach deeper in your cavern. Your eyes squeeze shut as his thrusts harshen and he continues to wind the coil in your belly. The need building till it cannot build any higher. With a snap, your nails dig into Sukuna’s skin as your legs shake, trapped under his belly.

In a cruel twist, his lower tongue slurps on your clit as you ride through your orgasm. Your eyes crossing, body convulsing, and nails digging, leaving behind  scratch marks that Sukuna is proud of not too happy about. 

“You dare leave your mark on a King?!”

“I c-couldn’t help it.” you plea, your fucked out mind trying to catch up to current events.

“Stop behaving like a brat and take ownership of your actions!”

Sukuna flips you over to your stomach and pulls your hips back so that you’re propped up on your knees. He rams both cocks inside your holes but luckily for you, they glide in with ease. 

Immediately Sukuna reaches for your hair, grasping a large fist full and yanking your head back.

“Arch that back, whore. Make sure I reach all the way in.”

“Y-yes my Lord”

He yanks again and you let out a whine of discomfort as you sink your spine towards the mattress.

“That’s better”

Sukuna spanks your sore behind as he begins to thrust into you. Guttural groans expel from your lips as he reaches the depths of your core. Each stroke rearranging your insides, shoved out of the way to make room for his girthy manhood.

“Fu-u-u-uck!”

Your entire body is overwhelmed by him. One set of arms controlling your hips, the other lets go of your hair and plays with your breasts. You gasp for air but he rails into your diaphragm and displaces it, knocking the wind out of you with each snap of his hips.

It is the most blissful torture one could receive from your beloved King. You could never get your fill of him. Not even when your body passes out from exhaustion. If he allowed you to, you’d crawl back into his bed the moment you wake up to receive more. 

His arms readjust so that he is more rough with you. He pulls your arms behind your back, using them as leverage to hold you against his hips as he pounds into you. His other set still plays with your chest, finding purchase on your nipples, tugging at them meanly, causing pain. But the pain feels so good. Cream collects around Sukuna’s base and he knows he has you. You fall apart around him, your walls and sphincter impossibly tight. You feel like a virgin every time but you handle him like a pro. 

You gasp and moan; the bedroom walls echo with your sounds. The waves tickling Sukuna’s ears in a way that spurs him on. One of his massive hands reaches up and closes around your throat, cutting off your air supply. The other clamps down over your mouth. Your sounds die in your chest. Desperately, your hands grip at his wrists, trying to pry his hands off of you. 

Your feeble attempts bring a chuckle to his tongue and he twists your sensitive and abused nubs just to check if you can scream. When he feels the vibrations of you trying he all out booms with laughter. 

He withdraws one hand from your tit and plays with your clit. You gush around him as your walls suck him in more forcefully. 

“Little slut likes being stuffed with her clit touched, doesn’t she?”

You try your best to nod but between the oxygen deprivation and the paralyzing pleasure, it is nearly impossible to control even a single muscle fiber. All of it was too much. Building uncontrollable tension in your lower abdomen, ready to snap any moment.

“Bet she likes it when I do this too.”

He takes the calloused fingers that were rubbing circles over your clit and pinched down on the swollen nerve bundle. Immediately you shower the bed in your squirt. Your body seizing under his grip. Drool spilling out of the corner of your mouth. He fucked you dumb and you fell lifeless before him as he picks up his pace. There was no time to recover as he strokes in and out of you. Watching you crumble before him, melt into a puddle of flesh at his touch, strain against his cocks, it all fed his ego and his pride. It validated him as King. He continued to take you from behind and pistoned into you, chasing his high. 

With your hips held high and your chest shoved into the mattress, Sukuna pounds his cum into you. His hot white ropes fill your belly as your walls suck him dry. When he finally withdrew he yanks you by your hair to turn around and wipe off his cocks and hands with your tongue. You suck all twenty fingers and lick both cock till they are clean. 

Sukuna then has you lay on your back so as not to waste his cum. He doesn't normally finish inside his concubines. The wives may be different, but even then, it was rare. Tonight however, marks a new chapter for you. You don't quiet understand it yet as your brain is still recovering from being fucked stupid, but you are to become his Queen. He had never had one before but he knows he wants you to be held above the rest. You lay on his bed, happily gazing up at him, fingers tracing the tattoo on his wrist.

“My King, shall I take my leave?”

“No, you are to stay here tonight.”

“Oh? You desire company while you sleep?”

“Yes. I desire you to sleep here every night.”

“Oh…I see.”

“I also desire you to call me by my name sometimes.”

“My Lord, I am only your concubine, not your peer. I-”

“You will call me Sukuna. Maybe one day even Ryomen.”

“My King, what did I do to deserve this?”

Your eyes are watery with wonder as you gaze up at him. You hold one of Sukuna’s large palms to your cheek, resting your soft flesh against it, nuzzling into his hand.

“You are everything I need. You showed me that today. You can fulfill all my desires. I have no need for other women.”

“May I make a request or two?”

Sukuna thinks hard before he obliged. 

“Please keep your harem. If not for use then to keep me company…when you are away.”

“I see. Then the girls will stay.”

Sukuna sinks his large body down beside you, not caring about the wet spot you created with your earlier spray. His sole focus is on your delicate frame as you contemplate his words and your new role. You settle into his strong arms, feeling safe in his embrace as you continue to draw your fingers over the black ink of his skin. 

“One last request my Lord?”

“Sukuna.”

You make a point to start over. “Sukuna... may I make one last request?”

“Yes, my Queen.”

Sukuna doesn’t miss the heat in your cheeks as he addresses you with such a high honor. 

“Please my Lord, may I watch you tame your new toy before you dismiss her?”

The dangerous look in your eyes is one Sukuna has never seen before but he quickly comes to realize it is his favorite of your facial expressions. 

“Yes my Queen. If you’d like…you can even help me break her in.”

More Sukuna Fics coming soon!

Kakashi/Obito Fics

[akirasukuna]

That’s my boy

The Bet

18+ Content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Tobi x F!Reader

Summery: You are relatively new to the Akatsuki and your best friends Konan makes a wager with you. When you lose, you're forced to take Tobi on a date.

Warnings: NSFW, canon violence, mentions of biting, fingering, oral-male receiving, unprotected penetration, facial.

Word Count: 4.8k

Anon Ask via DM: Been getting a lot of Kakashi request so I was happy to write for Obito again :)

Tobi always had eyes for you. 

Nothing happens in the Akatsuki without his approval but when Konan asked Pain to let you join their troop of miscreants, Tobi overwhelmingly approved of Pain’s decision. You were skilled, vicious, and adorable. You captured the attention of every man you came across. Even when fighting enemies your beauty captivated them. They shamelessly flirted with you as you battle to the death.

“Come on gorgeous, why don’t you drop the katana and I‘ll take you on a nice date?”

“Wow, strong and beautiful. Maybe after this I can take you to dinner.”

“Keep trying to kill me and I might just ask you to marry me.”

The pick up lines were pathetic and met with a resounding rejection that was usually followed by ending their lives. 

Yes, Tobi had eyes for you alright. He felt a twinge of envy for anyone who joined you on missions because you were a brilliant sight to behold when you hunted your target down. You weren't a victim to the harsh realities of the shinobi world. You were the harsh reality of the shinobi world. 

Always hanging around with Konan, the two of you whisper to each other whenever you’re at the hideout between missions. The other members always came over to talk to you, trying to impress you with boyish charm and corny pick up lines. They would leave you in a fit of giggles and whispers while Tobi watched from a distance. He wanted you as much as the other guys but he had a double life to worry about. He’d leave the rest of the crew to hopelessly fawn over you and your seemingly high standards. 

One afternoon the two of you are chatting away in the corner of the main room laughing at Deidara and Hidan who are putting on an impressive display for you both when Tobi walks through. He runs up to his partner and clings onto him for dear life, pretending to be a damsel in distress

“Oh Deidara! There was a mean man outside! Make him go away with your very impressive art.”

He tilts his head to the side and you just know he’s batting his lashes below his mask. You and Konan crack up at his ridiculous mini play. You enjoyed Tobi. He was funny and pissed Deidara off constantly. He was the much needed comic relief amongst a bunch of moody, brooding, arrogant rogue shinobi. However out of all the guys in the gang he was the only one you weren’t interested in. Even Zetzu had a better chance ending up between your legs than the orange masked idiot.

Konan sees you laugh a little too hard at Tobi and nuzzles her lips against your ear,

“What do you think Tobi’s like on a date?”

“Oh gods I hope I never have to find out. He’d probably cling to his girlfriend the way he hangs on Deidara.”

You both snicker at that, certain it’s true.

“Care to make a wager then?”

Konan piques your interest and you lift a brow at her.

“Next mission, the woman with the least kills asks Tobi on a date.”

You turn to her with your mouth open. “Konan! You seriously are willing to keep living here if you lose?”

“Oh I’m not losing.” she says, crossing her arms.

“Well I’m sure as hell not losing either.”

The both of you continue to stare at your animated comrades when you speak again.

“What does the winner get?”

Konan snorts “Not going on a date with Tobi.” 

“Besides that!”

“I don’t know.: She thinks for a quick second. “They have to invite their crush into their bedroom.”

Your eyes dart around the room, not sure who to choose. There were a lot of guys in your gang that you wanted to sleep with. Pain was off limits cause of Konan but Kisame was ripped and had that sexy predator thing going for him. You bet he bites and when he does, it breaks the skin. Then he probably soothes your wounds by licking up the blood while he fucks you stupid on his cock. 

Your eyes pan over to pretty boy Deidara who was gorgeous with hair you wanted to pull while his mouth lapped between your legs. You thought about all the sinful things the mouths on his hands would do to you and it makes you cross your legs.

You look at Hidan who was crazy hot and twisted. You could see him getting freaky during your period and you wanted to surrender to the ‘way of jashin’ for just one night, letting him do whatever he wanted to your naked body. 

Lastly you peer over at the quiet Itachi. Reserved, kept to himself, and well mannered. The kind of guy you could bring home to your mama but was probably a filthy boy in bed. You imagine him slapping you and calling you degrading names while his eyes glow red.

“Can’t decide, huh?” Konan says with a light jab. 

“Well not all of us joined the Akatsuki with our childhood crush.”

“Don’t worry, you won’t have to choose. Cause you’re gonna lose.”

You open your mouth and look at her pretending to be gobsmacked. “Oh it’s on!”

****************************************************

Konan picked a good time to wager her little bet cause your next mission was a full fledged raid. One thing you envied about Konan was her ability to make shuriken out of paper, leaving her with an endless supply of weapons while utilizing minimal physical effort. You on the other hand had incredible speed but only two kunai and a katana at your disposal. No one could match your lightning speed, not even the raikage himself. But you could still only attack up to two targets at a time. 

The night was long and the body count was high.

…and Konan was kicking your ass. 

You were desperately trying to take out more targets than her but her range was so much farther than yours. You were needlessly brutal, terrified of the horrible date night that was to come at the end of the mission. The first rays of light shone over the rooftops when the two of you finally made your retreat. 

“Your count?”

“78” you pant

“Ha! I win! 102”

“Shut up!”

She only smiles back at you.

“Fuck! Now I have to ask out Tobi.”

“Sucks to suck”

“Oh gods, what if he wants me to suck his dick?!”

“You better open wide.”

You shove her off the tree she jumped on but she caught herself by creating paper wings and flew the rest of the way home. Smug bitch.

You meet up just outside of the hideout, entering together. As soon as you walk through the threshold Konan begins to shout. 

“Tobi! Y/N needs you!”

“I hate you so much right now.” You grumble under your breath.

She sticks her tongue out at you, “Deal with it. I’m gonna go find Pain.”

She leaves in a twirl just as Tobi timidly enters the room. 

“You needed me, Y/N?”

“Yes…I have something to ask you.”

Tobi just stands there, staring at you behind his mask, head eerily tilted to the side. Gods he’s so creepy. You begin to wring your hands in front of your stomach, building the courage to ask the dreaded question.

“Tobi…would you…” you bite your lower lip in the most adorable way and Tobi can feel his heart twist in his chest. “Would you go on a date with me?”

“Oh.”

You stare at him, unsure of what to make of his response. Maybe he was going to reject you. Maybe you won’t have to go on a date at all. Thank the heavens.

“What do you have in mind?”

“I-uh…” Fuck! Now I have to plan the date too?! Konan I’m gonna kill you. “I hadn’t decided yet.”

There was a moment of silence between the two of you.

“Do you want to go or not? Cause I can go ask one of the others if you’re not interested.”

Tobi scratches the back of his neck and responds in his childish tone.

“Geh, Y/N, I’d be happy to go on a date with you.” He brings his hands together in front of him and tilts his head to the side in a feminine display, “I just wasn’t expecting it is all.”

It took everything in you not to cringe so instead you force a laugh. Maybe he was just trying to be funny. Yeah, that’s it, he was trying to be funny. 

That night you get dressed in a long flowy pale pink skirt with slits along each thigh and a fitted cream colored top with corset detailing around the bust. You hoped one of the other guys saw you in it and would knock on your door later to show you how a real man treats a woman. For now, though, you needed to focus on making it through your date with Tobi.

He knocks on your bedroom door and you walk over to answer it. Tobi stands before you in a fitted black shirt and black pants covered in a long black kimono adorned with a dark gray geometric pattern. It wasn’t a bad look but he hid every inch of his body from everyone as usual.

“Wowzah!”

You smile and roll your eyes. “What, never seen a proper woman before?”

You turn around and retreat back into your room to grab your cream square heels, sliding them on while balancing yourself with Tobi’s arm. 

“So where are we going?”

You look at him and smile playfully “You’ll see.”

You grab Tobi’s hand and pull him through the hideout, heading towards the exit. As you walk through the common area, Tobi looks to the side and sees the jaws of Hidan, Deidara, and Zetzu fall to the floor. He can’t help but feel a swell of pride at their jealousy. 

The date, however, was terribly awkward. You tried your best to be flirty but you had no way of telling how Tobi felt. You couldn’t see him smile or blush. You couldn’t tell if he was staring at you with interest or anger. It was extremely one sided and uncomfortable. You did your best to sell the lie but it was probably painfully obvious that you didn’t want to be holding hands with a big masked baby. 

On the way home you sway as you walk next to him, both arms hugging his right one, trying to maintain a normal conversation. It occurs to you that this might be your only chance to ask the burning question everyone in the Akatsuki is thinking.

“Tobi? Why do you wear the mask?”

“Because I don’t want anyone to see my face of course!”

You roll your eyes. “Okay but why don’t you want anyone to see your face?”

“That’s for Tobi to know.”

You shake your head “What, you ugly or something?” You squeeze his bicep flirtatiously. “You get stuck in a house fired and are covered in scars?”

Tobi goes stiff in your hold. You drop his arm and bring both your hands up to your mouth.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry. I was only joking!”

Tobi walked next to you in silence. If you thought it was awkward before, that was nothing compared to the embarrassment you felt now. 

“Tobi, you’d have nothing to be embarrassed about you know. It’s not like you’re the only freak in the circus. I mean. Kisame is practically a shark, Sasori lived inside a puppet, and Hidan drinks blood to become a skeleton.” A hot ass skeleton but Tobi doesn’t need to know that. “We’re all weirdos.”

Tobi still doesn’t speak but his body relaxes some. He was getting a little easier to read but you still couldn’t wait for the night to be over. He creeped you out and you still had no respect for him. He was a fool even if he was kinda funny. 

You finally make it back to the hideout and much to your disappointment, everyone has gone to bed. Tobi walks you to your side of the hideout next to Konan’s room and awkwardly gives you two pats on the shoulder before telling you he was off to bed in his high pitched kid’s tone.

You turn to unlock your room with a signature roll of your eyes relieved the night was over.

“Pfh, what a loser, bet he’s never even made a girl cum in his life.”

As Tobi’s walking away he overhears you and stops dead in his tracks. He knows that he’s playing a fool but it wouldn’t hurt to teach you some manners and show you who’s really in charge of the Akatsuki while he’s at it.

Just as you open your door you feel two gloved hands tightly grip your biceps. Someone had snuck up behind you.

“What’d you say?”

The voice was rich and deep. It was a cold blanket that covered you with fear and made chills creep down your back. Your breath falters. You didn't dare turn your head.

“Tobi?”

He pushes you into your room with a finger shoved into your spine between your shoulder blades.

“Would you like to test that little theory?”

You turn around, face painted in fear as you search Tobi’s orange mask for answers. He slams the door closed behind him. Tearing off his robe as he swiftly steps forward causing you to retreat away from him backwards. You’re too distracted by the sudden change in his demeanor to notice the bulging muscles poking through his skin tight shirt before he picks up a shoe and throws it against the wall to kill the lightswitch. 

You reach your arms in front of you, ready to push him away but he somehow passes through them and has a grip on your hair while he is sucking on the skin of your neck. An involuntary pleasured grunt escapes you, realizing he discarded his mask and has his lips locked on your skin. You keep trying to push him off but every time your hands pass through him while his grip against your hair remains solid. You couldn’t figure out how it worked but you were starting to no longer care as he created various bruises along your collarbone. You begin to pant slightly, feeling arousal pool between your legs from how he nibbled against your sensitive flesh. Your mind was slowly fogging over and in your haze you wanna hear his voice again.

“T-talk to me. I wanna hear you s’more”

“And say what, Princess? Tobi isn’t my real name?”

His voice was smooth and intimidating. It made your eyes roll to the back of your head. You lean your face against his.

“Yes, tell me more.” you whisper

“What do you want to hear? That I’m the actual mastermind behind the Akatsuki and you are all my little puppets?”

You begin to lift your leg and wrap it around his waist. Panting from how his baritone tickled your mind.

“or that I’m going to fuck you like a whore right now and turn you into my personal concubine.”

“Yes”

You lunge for his lips, hands clawing the back of his head to pull him into you. You had never been so attracted to a voice in your life. You had no clue what he looked like but you knew he had adorably messy hair and scars on his face. You could feel the tough skin with your lips. He backed you all the way over to your bed and switched places with you so that he could take a seat before pulling you into his lap. 

You straddled him, your heat pressing over his concealed boner, while you feverishly made out with him in the pitch black room. Your kisses left his lips and traveled over the ridges of his face, sucking and breathing on the battered skin he was afraid to show, before you licked a stripe up his cheek. 

He anchored you at your hips and pulled you down on him while he rutted up into you. You cried a needy moan into his ear as your fingers played in his hair. 

“My, my, I think I can make you cum without even touching you. You’ve got yourself all worked up over a little conversation and sitting in my lap.”

You groan at the sound of his voice and begin to grind on him, needing the friction while you kiss his lips. You rub your chest against him as you work yourself up into a frenzy. He reaches behind you, looking for how to take off your shirt when he gives up and opts to rip it off of you instead. 

You let out a small cry, partly in awe of his raw strength but partly because that was one of your favorite tops. 

“I don’t tolerate anything getting in my way.”

“Uh-huh” you agree breathily, cupping his face in your hands, recapturing his lips with yours. As much as you want to keep hearing that velvet voice, you want the lips that form the words to be interlocked with yours. Your arms wrap around his neck as you push your barren chest against his clothed one. His hands explored your soft back. You were glad to feel his fingertips dance over your skin and not his leather gloves. You wondered if you’d get to feel all of him tonight. You could tell how toned he was through his clothes and were dying to lick and nibble his chest. 

“Tobi,” you pant against his face, “please make me cum.”’

He hums and grabs you at your thighs flipping you onto your back and kneeling over you. Your hands continue to explore all over his upper body, running up from his forearms to his biceps, sliding over his delts, and tracing down his traps before sinking your nails into his rhomboids. He grunts into your neck. Arousal puddling in your underwear at the sound. 

You wrap your legs around his waist, lifting your hips and grinding into him some more. Panting and needy, the mystery of him increasing your desire. Tobi grabs the front panel of your skirt and pulls it aside, yanking your panties out of the way. You drag your lips along his jaw. 

One of Tobi’s fingers traces along your slit, collecting some of your slick and smearing it along your sensitive nub hidden within your folds. You twitch from the sudden contact and can feel him smile against your face.

“Someone's sensitive.”

A high pitched “mhm” comes from you as you push your face against his. His thumb casually rubs circles between your legs. Shuddered moans expel into Tobi’s ear as your arms slide back up to Tobi’s neck and wrap around him tightly. He lets a finger slip past your entrance, stroking in and out twice before being joined by a second. 

Your eyes snap shut. He pumps his fingers in and out of you. Your head falls back in pleasure as he scissors you open, playing you like a violin. You squeeze around him, soaking in how it feels to be touched for the first time in over a month. Back in your village you were a menace and well hated but you were never short of male companionship, even if it always ended terribly. Once you officially became a rogue ninja the world was much more lonely than expected. You had imagined it would be different once you joined the Akatsuki but to your own surprise, you didn’t take a lover till tonight. Short of breath you manage to wheeze out,

“Thank you Tobi”

“Good girl, you know your manners.” 

His condescending praise filled you with butterflies when spoken in his bassy tone. You respond by nibbling on his lower lip. You so badly wanted to rip off his clothes but you didn’t dare, too afraid he’d stop. Instead you softly beg into his ear,

“Please shove your cock into me.”

“Of course, Princess. How can I say no when you ask so nicely.”

A small cry of excitement whines past your lips. He darkly chuckles at your neediness. What a sharp turn from the bitch who tried to make a mockery of him by asking him on a date as a joke.

He’d make you pay for that. He intentionally wasn’t pursuing you before but since you sought him out with your farce, now he’d take full ownership of you. You were going to be his property now. He wasn’t talking dirty when he said you’d become his concubine. He meant it. You’d be chained to him, only let off your tether during missions. 

He opens the front of his pants and slips into your quivering entrance, stretching you uncomfortably as he pushed his excessive girth into you. A pleasured wail drew from your mouth.

“What a good girl. Tell me Princess, do you want more?”

“Yes!”

You cry the word. He pulled back slowly just to plunge back in. You sink down into your mattress, getting shoved into it deeper with every inward thrust. It was rough. There was nothing gentle about the way he fucked you. His swollen head pummeled into you, dislocating all your organs. He folded you in half as he pushed in. Your knees found a new home by your ears, his body pinning the backs of your legs against your chest. In the darkness he could see the whites of your eyes as they rolled back in your head to look at your melting brain. 

Your mouth was left agape. You were babbling and drooling from his dick dragging in and out of you. You swear you’d never been fucked so good in your life. He brought you to tears on his schlong, pistoning in and out of you. Your nails digging into his back once more.

“Gods damn, Princess!”

Tobi was struggling to maintain his domineering composure. He was losing himself inside of your pussy. It gripped around him tightly. The pink muscle constricted around his member, attempting to milk him before he was ready.  “Eager little fucking slut.”

He husked between thrusts. You body fell limp. You became a rag doll under him. The only part of your body that was tense was your gummy walls which held onto him with a death grip. He pushed his sweaty forehead against yours. Holding the back of your head.

“Fuck this pretty pussy. It belongs to me now. You belong to me. Understand?”

You wished you could’ve answered. You would’ve told him yes. You would've told him that you’d never leave his side. That you’d bend over for him anywhere. You’d wrap around his dick whenever he needed you to. You would willingly degrade yourself in the middle of battle if he wanted. You were addicted to him and you weren’t ashamed to admit it. 

His speed increased. He was about to cum. He brought himself all the way to the edge before he pulled out. 

“Stick out your tongue, Princess.”

You opened wide as he shot his load all over your face and chest. Your body still bent in half; your feet resting over his shoulders. He took the palm of his hand and smeared his fluids all over you. Rubbing the glossy substance into your skin and pushing it into your mouth. You hummed happily which made him melt. He allowed your body to unfold and laid his full weight on top of you, arms possessively threading around your waist and pulling you close. 

You lost your breath. Your mind became a swimming intoxicated mess in his hold. You nuzzled your face further into his shirt while his cum dried on your face and skin. He never undressed. His shirt still on, his pants pulled up. He was a complete mystery to you and now you were invested in solving it. You were his but he was about to be yours just as much. Soon, you’d break him…soon. For now you slept sheltered in his arms.

****************************************************

The next day you both emerge from your room close to noon. The majority of the members of the gang were rough housing together in the common area. All turned still as you came out holding hands with Tobi.

“Holy hell…”

“You two?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

You couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact with any of them and instead chose to look up at Tobi’s mask. Eyes locked on the face you weren’t sure you’d ever see. Tobi though had a far different reaction. A smug idea popped into his sick mind. It was time to show everyone that you had an owner now and he wasn’t going to entertain any of these brutes trying to encroach on his possession. In his childish voice he called to his comrades.

“Look at my new toy everyone!”

He yanked on your hand so that you were whipped around standing in front of him, your back to the room. 

“Y/N, suck Tobi’s cock. hmm?”

“Yes, sir”

It was embarrassing and made your face heat up but you felt your mouth water as you knelt down before him nonetheless. On your knees, you open the front of his robe and untie his pants, pulling out his thick cock.

“What the hell…” you hear Konan behind you in complete disbelief. 

You let his pulsing length rest on your bottom lip while you look up at him. His chest rumbles as you slip your tongue out and under his weighty member before opening wide and sliding him all the way down your throat. He grips your hair with one hand before looking up at the shocked faces around the room.

“Y/N belongs to Tobi now. Look how good she’s taking my dick, slurping on it like a good little pet!”

Lewd gargles and squelching sounds came from your mouth as you bobbed back and forth along his cock. He was humiliating you in front of everyone and it was making you wet for him. Your hand came between your legs to rub yourself.

“Aww how precious. She’s even playing with herself for me. You see that everyone?”

You wanted to die from embarrassment but you couldn’t help yourself. The taste of him is addicting. He had you out of your mind.

“Here Princess, let me help you.”

He brings both hands into your hair and pushes you down on him. He thrusts into you at the same time causing you to gag around him. You hear him grumble in delight. You open your jaw and allow him to plummet all the way in. Throat constricting around his tip as it slips past your vocal cords. You hum in contentment, forgetting about everyone watching you. You close your eyes focusing on him and how he feels in your mouth. One hand rubbing your clit more harshly while the other clutches his thigh. 

Tobi’s facade almost slipped. He felt high from the way your warm mouth closed around him. He had half a mind to say he loved you. He opted instead to cease talking so as not to give away his cover and instead simply grunted as his hips snapped into your mouth. 

The remainder of the room watched in stunned silence at the pornographic scene before them. They watch the orange mask fall backwards, looking up at the ceiling as Tobi was close to cumming. The jealousy Deidara felt had him storm out of the room. Konan had an uncomfortable guilt crawl over her skin but little did she understand, you were in heaven. You whimper as you touch yourself, bringing yourself close to an orgasm. The sounds make Tobi hammer into you faster until you feel his hot spend shoot down your throat. Your walls clench around nothing and you bring both arms to wrap around Tobi’s wait, holding yourself all the way down on him as you hug around his waist. 

Tobi so badly wanted to coo in your ear and praise you. Tell you what a good girl you were but he couldn’t muster his carefree sound. Instead he pulls himself out of you and grabs your wrist. He yanks you back into your bedroom and slams you up against the door with the two of you on the other side. 

“Fuck Y/N, you’re such a good girl for me. Here, let me reward you.”

You mewl for him, your lip quivering at the return of his deep voice. He twists his mask to the side gaining you access to his lips. You pull them into you while he lifts you up, slipping his wet length between your folds and fucking you against the door.

The banging can be heard by the group on the other side, sitting in the common area.

“Shit…it was supposed to be a stupid prank.” Konan confesses. “What the hell happened last night?”

If only they knew…

Masterlist

[akirasukuna]

Thank you @detectivestucks I had fun working with you on this project. Can’t wait for what comes next

The Anbu Captain XII

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Summery: Kakashi hesitates in battle and it has him reevaluating your relationship. Meanwhile Akio reenters the picture.

Warnings: mild NSFW, violence, dry humping, panic attack

Word Count: 6.4k

Art Credit: @akirasukuna Thank you so much for the custom art. You're absolutely the best!

Part 11, New here? Check out Part 1

Author's Note: ...remember the wrench? Almost at the end of the series babes, just one chapter to go!

Shuriken hail through the trees while team Ro takes cover. It’s not looking good. The morning watchman was mysteriously taken out. Their body still lifeless on the ground. Though Kakashi could smell that they were alive, seeing one of his own so vulnerable had him shaken.

Shouting can be heard from the enemy when all of the sudden an arrow of water shoots no more than an inch from Kakashi’s shoulder. 

They switched up their attacks. What happened to the shuriken user?

Kakashi’s mind raced to come up with a tactical plan to get them out of this. His team was relying on him. He doesn’t have a wide range attack like the enemy did. One could throw ten shuriken at a time, the other could turn humidity into water arrows and shoot them three at a time, and the third one…what could the third one do? He can’t make a proper plan without knowing what they’re up against. What if his jutsu is some odorless gas or invisible poison?

No, he can’t think like that. Sometimes the best defense is offense. How can he attack all of them at the same time? Flying raijin. If he uses Minato-sensei’s jutsu he can attack all of them quickly. He just needs to plant the marks. 

Kakashi signals for his teammates to cover him. He needs time to place a mark on some of his kunai. He’d only attempted this a couple times after Obito gave him his sharingan. He didn’t carry around special kunai the way Minato-sensei did. He had to make his own on the spot. He hurriedly made the marked kunai. When they were ready he stood up to survey his team. They kept the enemy distracted so the strategy should be a surprise. 

Kakashi steps out from behind his cover to throw the kunai when the third shinobi reveals their trick. An entire bed of grass is pulled from the earth. With a sharp snap, hundreds of blades rose up into the air and turned on their sides so that the edges pointed at Kakashi.

He stopped as he observed the green of the earth weaponized into hundreds, no, thousands of needles, ready to slice him open. For the first time ever, Kakashi felt an emotion new to him.

Fear.

He can’t die here. He can’t leave you alone. The thought of your tear stained cheeks came to the front of his mind. He imagined your face when the Hokage brought you news of his death. He saw you standing in front of the memorial stone the way he stood in front of it for Obito. Hours passing as if they were seconds. Days stretching into years, all spent in front of that cursed angular black monument. No, not you. That can’t be you.

Kakashi is brought back to the present by the feeling of Tenzo’s chest crashing into his shoulder as he tackles Kakashi into the earth to save him from the onslaught of razor sharp grass blades slicing through the air. Tenzo’s bare right shoulder and bicep are slashed in so many places his skin looked flayed. Kakashi looked at him in horror, realizing it was his mental lapse that led to his comrade’s injury. 

“Captain, are you alright?!”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” 

Kakashi snatches his kunai and leaps back up to hurl them at the enemy.

“Ha! You missed! I thought you were supposed to be skilled Anbu.” the enemy jeers. 

Kakashi readies his lightning blade, anger flowing through him. Just as more grass is ripped from the earth Kakashi flies, enemy to enemy, running his fist through their chests. Time stands still as the last of the raiders falls to the ground, their bodies made lifeless by Kakashi’s hand. 

“Nice job, Captain. You had me worried there.”

“You need medical attention. Now.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“No, you need to cover the wound so it doesn’t get infected.”

Kakashi kneeled down next to Tenzo, refusing to make eye contact with him as he bandaged up his wound. He was ashamed. He should have never let himself get distracted like that. It was a rookie mistake. Behavior unacceptable of a captain. 

In his gut Kakashi had a sinking feeling. A realization of his own selfishness. He was a solider. A weapon to be used by the Leaf. His life was never his own. The shinobi way is to be used like tools in the hands of destiny. To serve and die for his nation.

...a beautiful gem like you could not possibly fit into the cold reality that is an Anbu soldier's life. 

Kakashi was quiet the remainder of the mission. Withdrawing into his shell, punishing himself for allowing his team to get hurt. He rushed the remainder of the mission so they could get home early and help Tenzo receive medical care before his arm had the chance to scar. 

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Upon their arrival in the village Kakashi heads to the Hokage’s office to hand in his report. Lord Hiruzen was surprised to read that Kakashi had frozen during battle. It was out of character for the tenured solider. 

“You froze?” he inquires in his raspy voice. His pipe hanging from his lips as he lowered the paperwork.

“It will never happen again, my lord. I will remedy the cause as soon as I am dismissed.”

Hiruzen cocks a brow at Kakashi, “Kakashi, you don’t have to be so hard on yourself.”

“I swore I would never again let my comrades die. I must live up to that promise.” Kakashi said it with so much conviction that Lord Third was worried. Then Kakashi trailed off, his voice becomes small. “If I don’t, I don’t think I will be able to live another day.”

Lord Third lowers his head, knowing he’s referring to his lost team. At this, he responds with the softness of a friend, “I understand. But please Kakashi, be kind to yourself. Whether you believe it or not, you deserve happiness.”

Kakashi balls his fists in determination before bowing and exiting the office. He walked out of headquarters to head to your home, tunneling his vision as he walked. This would be one of the hardest tasks he ever had to do as captain of team Ro, but it was his responsibility. He had to do this. To keep them safe, to protect his comrades, to save his friends. For the good of the village, he had to end the fairytale. 

Silent tears leaked out of Kakashi’s eyes as he strode across the village. He could feel the hard knot forming in his chest. He pushed his emotions down. He wasn’t meant for a peaceful life. He was meant to protect others. That is the life of a warrior. That is the life he chose.

With three quick knocks on the door, he waited for you to pull it open. Sure enough, your beautiful face beamed up at him. Your eyes sparkled in the light of the setting sun. Joy overwhelming your features as you saw him. He felt his stomach drop, knowing he was about to rip that joy away from you. 

You lunge in to hug him, squeezing him tightly. He held you close, pulling you into him. He took a long slow drag of your hair. Memorizing your scent like he did before missions. You lean up, closing your eyes as you lower his mask, kissing his lips passionately, pulling him inside and closing the door. You raise your hand to cup his cheek when you feel the wetness of tears. You pull away from him.

“Captain?”

Kakashi pulls up his mask and steps backwards.

You already know…

A sharp pain suddenly manifests in your upper chest. You feel it just below the sternum. Your eyes pearl with tears, readying themselves for the words you know are coming. You reach out your hands to hold his.

“Kakashi, don’t say it.”

“We can’t continue our relationship.”

“No, this isn’t about us. This is about the mission. Tell me, what happened?”

“It is unwise for a member of the Anbu to maintain a romantic partnership.”

You feel the first small tear in your heart. You’re desperate for answers. What changed?

“Kashi, what happened? Talk to me!” 

You’re starting to panic. His facial expression falling into one that was so cold. He looked ready for battle, preparing to kill. It almost resembled the man you met six and a half months ago. You squeeze his hands trying to get him to face you but he keeps looking past your shoulder.

“As Captain I cannot let myself get distracted.” 

“Get distracted?" The tear in your heart deepens, "Is that what I’ve been reduced to? A distraction?” 

“I have to have a clear mind when I’m in battle. If I don’t, my men get hurt”

“Baby, who got hurt?”

“Y/N, it doesn’t matter who! What matters is that someone got hurt and it was my fault!” Kakashi had started raising his voice but you knew it wasn’t at you. He was yelling at himself and it shattered you. Tears freely fall down your cheeks. Your eyes dart back and forth between his eyes, pleading with him. 

“Kashi, it will be okay. Don’t do this to yourself. Don’t do it to us.”

“There can be no more us.”

He was never going to let himself be happy, even if it hurt you too. He didn’t believe he deserved happiness, not after the life he lived.

Kakashi goes to leave and you grab his arm, tears streaming down your face, squeezing his wrist for dear life, making him stop where he stood.

“Please don’t go! We can work through this.”

“We are not meant to be, Y/N.” he responds with an ache in his voice. “I am a member of the Black Ops. My life is dedicated to serving the village. There is no room for you in my life.” 

You begin to sob. “Then why pursue me to begin with? Why spend months leading me on? Why say you love me?!”

He drops his head, “I am so sorry. I should’ve never gotten involved with you. I was being selfish and reckless. You will not be forced to see me again.”

You feel his hand ball into a fist as he yanks his arm out from your grasp and walks out of your apartment. 

“Kakashi WAIT!”

With a snap of your front door his is gone. You run to open it, to force him back inside, to talk this out. He was overreacting. He just needed some time to process what happened but when you opened the door he was missing and the feeling of loneliness that came with the view of your empty front stoop came down on you with crushing weight. 

…he was gone…

He was everything you could have ever dreamed for, but now he was gone. He was too good to be true. He was only fit for a dream. 

You close your door and lean against it, facing your empty apartment. You look around and remember when you came home from your date with Akio and he was standing there waiting for you. That was the first time you felt that he had feelings for you. That was the first night he let you touch him. You look over at your kitchen. You remember turning around to him inside your apartment for the first time. You look the opposite way to your couch and remember the last time he came home. All of it is over now. All of it is reduced to a memory. 

…he was gone…

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to remember. You don’t want the precious moments to fade from your mind. You need them. You need them to remember what love feels like. To remember how it feels to be truly happy. Now you fear you may never feel that way again. The despair has your nails biting into your palms as you realize there are fists at the end of your arms. Your back slides down the door as your legs give way to the sob that overcomes you. 

…he was gone…

You sit on the floor leaning against your front door. Your chest heaving as you come to grips with the fact that instead of tangling with your captain, you were listening to your neighbors come and go just beyond the slab of wood pressing into your back. 

Your head is swimming from oxygen deprivation. You’ve never breathed so hard in your life yet you weren’t able to get any air. Your lungs were depleted. The atmosphere of your home was heavy, too thick to make way for oxygen. You cried and gasped but still there was no air to be had. How are you supposed to breathe? 

Your head lolls forward, hypoxia hitting you. You draw up one knee to rest your forehead on as your shoulders shake from your efforts. The tears drip off the tip of your nose, into your lap, until suddenly all was black.

…he was gone…

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You wake up on the floor by your front door. You wished you could say you were confused. You wished you could say it took you a moment to remember why you were there because it would be one less moment of suffering, but it didn’t. You knew exactly what you were doing so far from your bed and to be honest you weren’t sure when the next time you’d feel safe enough to sleep in it was. There were too many memories of him tucked between those sheets. It was where you fell in love. 

You also noticed that Pakkun didn’t come knocking this morning. 

“I guess he’s already heard. The watch is over.” you say it in a whisper, thinking that keeping it in like a secret won’t make it true. ‘Little Guy’ had been your primary companion for months. He was your reassurance of Kakashi’s love and now he was gone too. The realization made you curl into a ball on the floor, crying even harder on the firm ground. You were truly alone.

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Pakkun knew he was no longer obligated to watch you but he still came to your home to check on you. He didn’t agree with Kakashi’s decision. He believed it to be a mistake. The little hound was worried for him. He feared how Kakashi was before you and he was terrified that the same man might come back.

 When he waddled up the steps to your door he heard you shaking and crying on the other side of it. He couldn’t bring himself to knock. He sat there for an hour, listening to you before he couldn’t take anymore. He shook his head and returned to the pack. The boy was an idiot. You were the best thing that ever happened to him and he gave it up just like that. 

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You debated taking the day off of work but you were certain it would be worse to stay here where everything reminded you of him. Your home was crawling with reminders of Kakashi so you decided to go in. You’d be late but no one would care. You worked overtime often. What was one tardy in the grand scheme of things?

You peeled yourself off of the floor and went to shower. Painfully reminded of the morning after your first date while you lather the soap on your skin. 

You detangle your hair and change, not bothering with makeup to hide your puffy eyes. You were sure you’d have a breakdown or two at work anyways. You go to leave and take a deep calming breath, not ready to look at the empty stoop where Pakkun would normally be. The walk to work would be a lonely one and you honestly don’t know how you did it before Kakashi had come crashing into your reality. It all feels like a lifetime ago. A lifetime you would kill yourself to get back to. 

It was no surprise that news of your breakup traveled fast. Dating the Copy Ninja was a rarity. Seeing his girlfriend come to headquarters looking like a bus hit her was an obvious sign that the relationship was over. 

You didn’t need to tell anyone what happened cause they already knew. But at least that prevented you from having to talk about it. You were sure if you were forced to speak on the matter, you would have a full meltdown. With the peace and quiet, you could dive your nose into your scrolls and stick to yourself. And that’s exactly what you did. 

For the next couple weeks you spent all your time in the office, keeping yourself distracted, preferring to sleep at your desk. You’d visit home when you needed to shower and change clothes but then you’d walk straight back to headquarters. You had shed a few pounds from the lack of food you consumed. The sadness made your stomach tight. It shrunk too small to eat a full sized meal. Instead you would nibble on small snacks that didn’t have enough calories to nourish you, only enough to sustain you. 

You’re pouring over a new set of scrolls when a familiar fist lightly knocks on your office door. Your tired eyes look up to see Akio timidly stand in your doorway. 

“Oh, hi. I-I didn’t realize we had a project together.” you say disheveled.

“No, we don’t, I just, um…I heard, I mean, I wanted...” He pauses to take a deep breath. “Would you do me the honor of going on a second date with me?”

Your eyes brightened. “You, you wanna go on a date with me?”

He smiled softly. “Why are you so surprised?”

“I guess I just feel a bit unloveable recently. And after last time, I didn’t think you’d be interested.”

Akio strides up to you and places his palm down on the top of your hand. “You could never be described as unlovable.”

You look up at him through your lashes on the brink of tears before looking back down at the scroll. “I-I don’t think I should be going on a date yet. I’m not ready. ...I’m sorry.”

Akio curls his fingers under your hand and lifts it to his lips. “Then I’ll keep asking until you are.”

You blush and look down, unsure of what to say.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N”

With one last press of his lips into your hand, he lets go and strides out of your office. A comfort washes over you. 

The rejection you felt from Kakashi was dulled by Akio’s advance. It made you feel more comfortable in your own skin. You weren’t ready to move on, but maybe tonight, you’d go home. For the first time in two weeks, you feel at peace enough to sleep in your own bed. 

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It continued for a few weeks. Akio coming to you and checking on you. Making his intentions known. It was really sweet. He was always really sweet with you. You think back to your first date. It was a lovely time. …but it was stained with the memory of Kakashi intrusively pushing himself into the picture. You shake your head trying to rid your mind of the memory. That was proving a bit difficult. It had been just over a month since he left you. You thought he was forever. You thought the only way you’d lose him is if he fell in battle. You were not mentally or emotionally prepared to see him walk away from you voluntarily. Sometimes you think you see him out of the corner of your eye but you know that can’t be. He’s out of the village on missions. There’s no way he could be following you. Additionally, if he had really wanted to follow you, he’d have one of his hounds do it. 

Each day was getting a little easier. It’s not like your routine was really all that different. What you had with Kakashi was basically a long distance relationship. A very intense long distance relationship. The only things that changed are the fact that no one was slipping in through your open windows, you didn’t have a ninja hound stalking you anymore, and you began to miss him less. That last one was mostly a lie but you at least felt less like the rug had been ripped out from under you. 

Akio strides in this morning with two coffees in his hand and leans on your desk. He gives your cheek a kiss and sets one down in front of you. “Good Morning, Cutie.” 

You can’t help but blush and feel reassured by how he’s been doting on you every day. It’s a nice change from your absentee ex-boyfriend. “Good Morning, Akio.” you hum.

“You’re outfit is lovely today.”

You smile behind the rim of the coffee cup, “You say that everyday.” 

“It’s true every day.” he says, setting down his cup and rolling up his sleeves slightly. You notice how thick his forearms are and bite your lip a little. He catches you staring and seizes the opportunity, “If you like what you see that much, then would you please do me the honor of joining me on a date this weekend?”

You continue to chew on your lip before you realize he asked you a question. “Huh? Oh, uh…I…” you look down, your fingers wrapped around the cup. Maybe it was time. You had a crush on him before…everything. You had a really wonderful time on your first date and he was so kind and so mouthwatering. You find your nerve and lift your gaze to meet his. “I accept.”

A relieved smile lights his face. His hand comes up to cup your cheek as he swipes his thumb across it. “Great!” He leans in and kisses your forehead. “I’ll see you tomorrow to talk details. Have a good day of work, Y/N.”

He squeezes your hand before his fingers slip from yours. You watch him leave, lifting your coffee cup to your lips with a sigh. You watch his built figure fade from you office, your eyes lingering on his behind. You can't help but think to yourself, as far as rebounds go, you’ve certainly hit the jackpot.

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Evening has stretched over the village and you find yourself about to head out the door to meet up with Akio for your date. You check your hair and makeup one last time in the mirror. You were happy with how you looked. A flowy  royal blue dress stretches over your hips. The hem of it rests on your mid thigh. The top is fitted, snug around your bosom, pushing up your chest so that it peeks out of the top in a very alluring way. The sleeves hang off your shoulders, exposing your collar bone and your hair is loosely pulled up. Strappy black wedges adorn your polished feet, toenails painted to match the color of your dress. He warned you that you’d be dancing so you chose a comfortable heel height. You put your keys in a small black purse with a long silver chain strap and pull it over your shoulder. 

You go to pull open your door only to find Akio already standing there seemingly debating knocking on the door. You lift your hand to your lips to hide your giggle. His head snaps up at the sound only for his jaw to drop at the sight of you. You blush deeply, your ears turning red. 

“You’re a vision.”

You scan him up and down. He wore a dusty blue button up with the top two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up. The black dress slacks fit snug over his pelvis and were tailored perfectly down to his ankles, cutting off just above his leather dress shoes. He runs his hand through this hair, nervous about how you’re gawking at him. 

“You look very handsome.” You smile. 

He took the singular flower in his hand and extended it to you. You gently take it from his fingers and hold it to your chest. 

“Thank you, it’s lovely”

You quickly turn around to grab a small vase with water to put the flower in. “There” you say as you place it on your kitchen table. You turn around to face Akio, your gaze bright, “You ready to go?”

“I was ready a month ago.” 

He beams at you, holding out his hand for you to take. You clasp his palm in yours. It feels familiar and friendly. Not intense like your ex. Just…nice.

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You walk into a noisy dimly lit building. The front of it had a bar and cocktail tables littered the room with many people gathered around them drinking colorful beverages out of expensive glasses. He walks up to the bar and gets two drinks, one for each of you. 

“This is to help you relax.”

You accept it with a chuckle. “How did you know?”

“Just a hunch.”

You sip on your drink as you look into his dark eyes. He really was so handsome. He’d be the perfect brooding hunk if it weren’t for his kindness that seeped through his exterior. You loved the intellectual conversations and inside jokes that came flowing through the evening. The two of you switching between languages just for the fun of it. Sometimes mixing up the language mid sentence just to see if the other could catch on. It was an exceedingly fun game, making a wide smile stretch across your face. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile like that before.” he says as he brushes your cheek with his thumb.

You blush and look down at your drink, feeling your ears turn red again. His fingers dance along your face, trailing down to your chin, pulling your gaze up to meet his. 

“Dance with me?”

“How could I say no?” 

He grabs your hand and pulls you over to the dance floor, your drinks forgotten at the table. The two of you disappear into the crowd of other couples. 

He twirls you into him. Your skirt floats up as you spin. You stop yourself with your hand gently landing on his chest before he tugs your arm, twirling you back out. He pulls you into him once more, settling his hand on the small of your back. Then he pulls you close, kissing your cheek before he releases your waist, twirling you in front of him twice before catching you. 

You smile, feeling a bit dizzy. He was an excellent dancer. He gives you a nod, silently communicating with you. You nod back, a grin splitting your face in two, knowing exactly what he was thinking. He braces your waist and lifts you. You swing your legs together, landing them on his hip before he lifts you up again and you swing both your legs over to his other hip. You land on the ground with another spin then he dips you. Your head falls back, looking at the room upside down before snapping back up to meet his lips. The crowd that had made room for the two of you cheers as you smile centimeters from each other's faces. 

You continue dancing in the same fashion, lifting, spinning, and dipping your way across the room. The two of you using your athletic ability to your advantage, filling the room with your motions until your chests heave. He leans into your ear, “I’m gonna get us waters.” You pull back and nod before you mouth the word ‘bathroom’ at him. 

You happily stagger over to the restroom, several strangers complimenting you on your dancing as you go. You thank them while you walk past. Once in the restroom you dab the sweat off your forehead and armpits before grabbing another towel to dab at your chest. You smile as you think about what you just did. Floating around the room in Akio’s arms…thump. 

A memory jolts you.

It was like you heard a singular heartbeat in my mind. Your shoulders sway as your vision turns gray. You see a flash of moonlight reflecting by your feet. You’re tiptoeing across a lake, dancing…dancing with him. You fall forward, hands clutching the sink. Your breathing shakes as you draw a ragged breath. Your knuckles turn white, clutching the porcelain. You gasp, feeling the walls close in on you. 

Why? Why did I have to think of him now? I was having so much fun. It’s just like last time. Why must he ruin your dates? 

But unlike last time you don’t have a choice. You can’t choose Kakashi. He made the choice for you. He chose to leave you behind to never come back. Tears start pouring down your cheeks as you gasp for air. You stumble into a stall to hide. Your hand clutches your chest. 

Come on Y/N, snap out of it! Akio’s amazing. He’s a good guy. A realistic partner. He’s sweet and handsome and fun. You have so much in common. Enjoy this. Let yourself enjoy this!

You desperately plead with yourself. Yanking your head out of the darkness. You lean against the wall, allowing your breathing to come back to normal. You head back over to the sink and look yourself square in the eye. You take a deep breath, wiping the tears from your cheeks, and giving yourself a reassuring nod. 

Go find him and have fun.

You leave the restroom looking for Akio. He’s standing across the dancefloor at one of the cocktail tables. You’re relieved to find that a smile easily tugs at your lips when he looks at you. Feeling restored under his keen eye you shuffle over to join him as he hands you both a drink and a water. The rest of the night continues as it was before, leaving you giddy as you exit to head home.

You walk back together, fingers interlaced. “I had a really nice time tonight.”

“I’ve heard that before.” he playfully jests.

“I meant it last time too.”

“You just had a ‘something’.”

You nod, looking down, then back up at him. “But I don’t have a ‘something’ anymore.”

The two of you come to a stop outside of your door. You feel yourself heating up, blush covering your cheeks as you grab your keys from your little purse. You lift your head to look at him only to be met with his lips crashing into yours. The kiss was heated. His hands came up to your face, cupping your cheeks on both sides. The force of his approach shoved your back into the door with a thump. You lean your head to the side, allowing him deeper access as you moan into his mouth. It was completely different from your ex. It was more tender yet still teaming with passion. His hands timidly explored your body. He was sliding his fingers all over your back and arms, not trying to get obscene just outside your apartment but also trying to be respectful in his wish to manhandle you.

“You mind-if we-head inside?” he asks between kisses

“-yeah” is all you have to say. You blindly reach behind you and take far too long sticking the key into the lock, missing the slot several times before successfully turning the pins to open the barrier. You finally open the door without leaving Akio’s desperate lips. The two of you stumble into your apartment, closing the door before he pins you against it. 

“You sure you don’t wanna take this to the bedroom?”

“No, it’s only our second date. I don’t wanna move too fast.”

He slides his hand down your side and pulls your leg up to his waist, rubbing along your thigh while he grinds into you. 

'Don’t wanna move too fast', that was a nice sentiment. With Kakashi, he removed your pants the first time he broke into your home. The second time he ravaged you like you were nothing more than a sex doll. 

Akio was different. He was sweet and a gentleman, while still being stupid hot. He lifts your other leg around his waist, pushing you against the door with his chest, lips locked with yours. 

It was hot. Really hot. And knowing it wasn’t going any further allowed you to get more into it, clawing at his back and swirling your hips against his waist. You’re hand playing with his brown locks elicited a moan into your mouth. Your tongues danced together. 

He pushed into you rhythmically, pulling little breathy gasps from you as the friction builds between your legs. He can feel your underwear steadily becoming more damp. Your slick’s starting to soak through them. 

“You like that Cutie?” 

“Yes” you whisper. 

“I can tell. I like it too. I could kiss you for hours.” 

You moan in response, tightening your grip on his hair. He growls into your mouth, thrusting up into you harder, needing the friction against his clothed boner. His hands wander to your hair and chest, feeling the fat give way as he closes his hand around it. Tugging at your up-do, already frizzy from rubbing against the door, pulling strands loose in his greed. 

You feel yourself unraveling for him. Your head is going dizzy in his hold. He’s pushing into you with more force, dragging himself up and down between your thighs. A groan is pushed out of you from the uptake in desperation. 

“That’s it, Cutie, just like that.”

You moan louder.

“Yes, keep going for me.”

You bite his lip, moaning and rutting against him. Your underwear fully soaked through, drenched in arousal. He moans as your teeth sink into his swollen lip. “Fuck, Y/N”

 You suck on his lip fiercely, close to cumming. His thrusts become more erratic. His breathing, labored. He’s barely able to speak the curses on the tip of his tongue as he topples over the edge giving into his orgasm. You collapse into him, matching his orgasm with your own. He drops you, allowing your feet to meet the floor. He cages you against the door with his hands while he rests his forehead against yours. 

“That was taking it slow, huh?” You say breathily.

He smiles, your sweaty foreheads pushing against each other. 

“I may have gotten a little carried away.” He kisses your cheek. “There’s just something about you.”

You reach your lips up to his, pressing them into him before he pulls back.

“Do you mind if I use your bathroom real quick? I’d rather not head home in soiled briefs.”

You giggle. “Yes, it’s through my bedroom. Lemme show you.”

You grab his hand and guide him, not bothering to turn on a light till you reach the bathroom. He goes in and closes the door behind him. 

You turn around and notice something on your bed that wasn’t there when you left. Sitting in the moonlight, your collar is placed in the center of your bed as if it is waiting for you. Kakashi… you reach to pick it up, fingers shaking. He knew. He knew you were on a date and broke in while you were out. He was watching you. But he had no right to claim you. He left. You were moving on. You refuse to let him ruin this night. Your fingers grip around the leather, a tear slipping down your cheek as the heart shaped tag catches a sliver of moonlight. You open your dresser drawer and tuck it inside, closing it as you hear your bathroom door open. 

Your head snaps up. Your gaze met Akio with a smile. He stretches out his hand. You walk over and take it, walking towards the door together. 

You lean into him, your head resting on his shoulder as he draws his arms around your waist, holding you close to him. 

“I had a really nice time tonight.” You softly say. 

Akio laughs at the phrase a second time. “I did too, Cutie.” He kisses your forehead. “I look forward to seeing you again next weekend.”

You lift your head to look up into his eyes. “Another date?”

“Of course. Next time at my place. I wanna cook for you.”

Such a gentleman.

“I’d like that.” you simper.

He tucks his finger under your chin, lifting your face to meet his lips in a soft kiss. He whispers into your ear.

“Goodnight, Y/N”

“Goodnight, Akio”

He unthreads his arms and walks through the door. You close it behind him feeling butterflies. You smile to yourself feeling truly happy for the first time in 5 weeks. 

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Akio strides home. A stupidly smug lovesick grin on his face. He was thrilled, even though he was a little chaffed from freeballing in his dress pants. His soiled briefs lay crumpled up in the bottom of your wastebasket. There was a skip in his step. 

He was beyond happy until a dark figure suddenly appeared in his path. A cold chill blanketed the air as soon as the man made his entrance. Akio knew he was in danger.

“Look man, I’m not looking for trouble.” He reaches in his pocket and grabs his wallet. “Here, take it. I’m not interested in dying over a little money.”

Before Akio could even blink the figure was behind him, striking him in the neck. The blow knocked him to the ground. He felt his consciousness waiver. The man kneels down on the center of his spine, pulling Akio’s arm behind his back, twisting it. He coughs in pain.

“Just take the wallet, man, it’s right there.”

“See her again and I’ll break your arm.”

“What?”

“If I see your lips touch her ever again, I'll make sure it's the last thing you do. Understood?” he growls slowly with a twist of Akio’s arm. 

“AH! You mean Y/N? Why would you care?”

“Don’t touch what isn’t yours!” 

“Wh-who are you?” 

Kakashi leans down, the moonlight finally falling on his features. His eyes were blazed with fury. Akio’s pupils shrink in fear. “The Copy Ninja?”

“She belongs to me!” Kakashi is wild with jealousy. He looks ready to murder Akio. How dare he touch you. How dare he rub himself between your legs. Kakashi was one desperate move away from snapping Akio’s neck. He was beside himself, rage pumping through his veins. He had never felt such strong hatred in his life.

A couple turned the corner, walking down the street towards the two men. Kakashi quickly bashed Akio’s face into the ground, breaking his nose, before vanishing into the night. 

The couple came running up to Akio as he struggled to his knees. He coughed up the blood as it streamed down the back of his throat. He came up to his feet, keeping his head down trying to prevent the blood from running into his mouth. He pinched his nose trying to avoid making a mess.

“Oh my gods are you okay?!” the woman asked, offering her handkerchief which Akio gratefully accepted. 

The man with her picked up Akio’s wallet, passing it to him. “Who was that?”

“Apparently my girlfriend’s ex boyfriend.”

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