Come Night Or Day

The heavy wooden doors of the dojo groaned open with a deep, resonant protest, as if the ancient structure itself sensed the intrusion of something untamed. Late afternoon sunlight sliced through the thick, swirling motes of dust like hesitant golden blades, illuminating the vast training hall in a haze of ethereal light. The air hung heavy with the rich, layered scents of aged cypress wood, the lingering salty sweat from earlier rigorous sessions, and the faint, smoky sweetness of sandalwood incense that always clung stubbornly to the high rafters.

Miyamoto Musashi stepped inside the room. His bare feet made almost no sound on the cool tatami mats after he kicked off his simple slippers. He was twenty minutes late, something he normally never allowed. But his mind was heavy with this temporary duty: training five privileged heirs from famous families for only one short month.

His gaze swept the room, taking in every shadow and detail. Then it locked onto the scene unfolding in the far corner, partially concealed behind a carelessly ajar sliding screen.

You were lost in pure, animalistic ecstasy. Your worn-out kimono was untied and hunched around your waist. Your soaked panties lay discarded like a forgotten trophy on the mat nearby, stained with your arousal. You rode the other student with shameless, rolling abandon; your hips grinding and bouncing in a filthy, wet rhythm that made your perky breasts strain and jiggle enticingly. Hands pressed flat on his heaving chest for leverage as your tight, dripping pussy swallowed his cock, squelching sounds echoing softly with every downward slam. Soft, breathy, needy moans poured from your parted, swollen lips, “Mmmh… ahh, fuck yes…” growing louder and more broken as your orgasm built to a fever pitch.

The boy beneath you gripped your soft, supple thighs with desperate, bruising strength, his face contorted in overwhelmed bliss, his hips jerking up weakly to meet your demanding bounces. The thick, unmistakable scent of sex; musky arousal, sweat, and the heady tang of juices, already permeated that secluded corner of the dojo, hanging in the air like an invitation to sin.

Musashi’s jaw tightened visibly, a subtle tick appearing on his cheek. The temperature in the vast room seemed to plummet instantly, the air growing thick, electric, and almost suffocating with tension. His dark eyes narrowed into slits, pupils flaring with a potent mix of shock and disapproval. For a long, frozen moment he stood motionless, one hand still gripping the door frame, the other flexing tightly around the wrapped hilt of his sword. This is what they sent me? The thought sliced through his mind like a katana through silk. A spoiled 18-year-old brat from a proud warrior line, spreading her legs and creaming all over a man's cock instead of honoring the blade and the discipline it demanded.

Your head tipped back in rapture, exposing the flushed column of your throat as a loud, shattering moan tore free, “I’m cumming so hard—!” Your body convulsed violently on top of the boy, your pussy clenching and fluttering visibly around his shaft as hot juices gushed down his balls in rhythmic spurts.

The next day, the dojo felt heavier, charged with an unspoken tension that crackled like static before a storm. Musashi had dismissed the other students early with a curt command about “personal reflection on discipline,” his voice brooking no argument. Only you remained, summoned to face him alone.

He stood like an unyielding mountain in the center of the mats; arms crossed over his broad, sculpted chest, the black gi stretched taut across muscles honed by decades of war and brutal training. At forty, Miyamoto Musashi radiated intense aura: tall, heavily scarred from countless battles, and imposing in every sense. His gaze pinned you in place as you approached with deliberate, swaying hips, your kimono slightly askew as if deliberately daring him to notice.

“You will not do that again,” he growled, his voice low and edged like sharpened steel, echoing through the empty hall. “Not in my dojo. Not under my instruction. Discipline is the foundation of the sword. Without it, you are nothing but a liability.”

You tilted your head innocently, your lips curving into that signature bratty, seductive smirk that had gotten you into trouble more times than you could count. He saw everything yesterday. Good. The image of his frozen, hungry gaze had kept you fingering yourself to orgasm after orgasm all night long, your sheets soaked and your mind replaying every imagined detail. You hated this forced legacy, the crushing weight of generations of swordswomen pressing down on you, demanding perfection and honor. Training? Bloodline duty? None of it excited you like the raw, degrading pleasure of being used and conquered did.

“I don’t want to be here, Sensei,” you purred sweetly, stepping so close that your breasts nearly brushed against his broad chest. His masculine scent; clean sweat, worn leather, and testosterones, flooded your senses, making your clit throb with insistent need. “My parents forced me into this. You know that. Why pretend I’m anything but a needy girl who craves cock more than I crave the blade?”

His expression remained granitehard, but you caught the subtle flare of his nostrils and the faint twitch of his fingers at his sides. “Then leave. Walk out that door right now. But while you’re here, under my roof and my guidance, you will show respect for the way of the sword.”

You weren’t listening. Your fingertips trailed lightly down the front of his gi, feeling the incredible heat and unyielding firmness of his chiseled muscles beneath the fabric. The contact sent electric sparks racing through your body. “Make me respect it, Sensei. Punish your naughty student… teach me a lesson I won’t forget.”

The air between you crackled dangerously. Musashi’s jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck standing out. He could feel the feverish heat radiating from your young, supple body, see the defiant lust burning bright in your eyes.

You leaned in closer, soft lips brushing teasingly against his ear, your breath hot and laced with sin. “I saw how you watched me yesterday… your eyes glued to my pussy as I came all over that boy’s cock. Did it make you hard, Sensei? Did you imagine replacing him with me?”

His hand shot out with lightning speed, gripping your wrist in a bruising hold that sent delicious sparks of pleasure-pain racing up your arm. For a heartbeat, everything stopped; the world narrowed to the heat of his grip and the intensity in his eyes. Then you twisted free with a wicked, triumphant grin and sank smoothly to your knees on the tatami mats, staring up at him with pure, hungry defiance that challenged him to stop you.

“Sensei…” you whispered, voice thick with unbridled sin. Your hands slid boldly up his powerful thighs, squeezing the rock-hard muscle through the fabric, feeling the tension coiling there. You could already see the growing bulge straining against his gi pants, and it made your mouth water.

Musashi’s breath hitched audibly. I should stop this right now. But the sight of your pretty, flushed face so close to his groin, those eager eyes looking up at him, made his cock twitch traitorously.

Your mind was a whirlwind of filthy, overwhelming need as your trembling fingers worked at the ties of his gi pants. Your pussy clenched hard, leaking fresh juices down your inner thighs in anticipation. You’d always been the secret family whore, finding power and freedom rather than the suffocating chains of duty. And now you had him—the legendary Miyamoto Musashi, right where you wanted him.

His massive cock bobbed softly as the fabric fell away, heavy, veined, and rapidly hardening to its full, intimidating size. The thick, musky scent of him; pure masculine arousal mixed with the faint salt of his skin made your mouth flood instantly with saliva. You wrapped both soft hands around the hot, pulsing girth, marveling at how your fingers couldn’t even fully encircle it. Slowly, teasingly, you stroked him from base to tip, feeling every ridge and throbbing vein pulse against your palms. You twisted your wrists gently on the upstroke, squeezing just enough to draw a low rumble from his chest.

“Oh my god, Sensei… your cock is soo huge,” you babbled breathlessly, your eyes wide with genuine awe and lust as you continued pumping him with both hands. “It’s so thick… I can barely wrap my hands around it. It throbs for me. I want it stretching my tight little pussy open so bad… but first, I’m going to worship it like the good little student I should be.”

You leaned in and dragged your warm, wet tongue slowly from his heavy, full balls all the way up the thick underside of his shaft, savoring the salty, masculine taste. You repeated the motion again and again, licking every inch, tracing the prominent veins with the flat of your tongue while your hands kept stroking in perfect rhythm. Your fingers worked the base firmly, occasionally dipping down to cup and massage his balls, rolling them gently in your palm as you planted soft, open-mouthed kisses along the length.

Musashi’s hand came down to fist your hair tightly, not guiding yet, just holding. His growl was low and rough. “Filthy slut. Your family would be ashamed of what a cock-hungry whore their precious heir has become. This is all you’re good for.”

“Mmmph—yes, Sensei,” you moaned around his shaft as you finally took him into your hot, wet mouth. Your lips stretched obscenely wide around the massive girth, struggling to accommodate him. You bobbed eagerly at first, sucking with wet, sloppy sounds while one hand pumped the thick base in time with your mouth and the other continued fondling his heavy balls. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder, swirling your tongue around the sensitive head on every upstroke, tasting the salty precum that leaked steadily for you.

Then, you pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his glistening, veined length. Breathing hard, you looked up at him with tear-filled eyes full of lust. “Your cock tastes so good, Sensei… so big and heavy and perfect. I love gagging on it. Please, fuck my throat. Use my mouth like a toy.”

Musashi spat on your face, smearing it across your cheek with his thumb. “Pathetic. Look at this drooling little whore begging to have her throat used. You’re a disgrace to your bloodline, you brainless cumdump.”

You dove back down, forcing him deeper this time, your nose pressing toward his pelvis as you relaxed your throat. The stretch burned deliciously, making you gag loudly, but you pushed through, holding him there as long as you could while your hands stroked what you couldn’t swallow. Tears streamed down your flushed cheeks, mixing with the drool dripping messily down your chin and onto your cleavage. You pulled back, gasping for air, then immediately took him again, bobbing faster, sucking noisier, your hands twisting and pumping in slick, coordinated motions. You alternated between deepthroating as far as you could and focusing on the head, sucking hard while your tongue flicked the underside relentlessly.

For long minutes you worshipped him like this, lost in the act. Jaw ached from the stretch, but the pain only fueled your arousal. You hummed and moaned around his thickness, the vibrations making his cock twitch and leak more precum down your throat. Your hands never stopped; stroking, squeezing, teasing his balls until they drew up tight. You even pulled off to spit messily on his shaft, using the lubrication to jerk him faster with both fists while you licked and sucked at his balls, taking one into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it.

“What a greedy mouth,” Musashi groaned, his grip in your hair tightening as he began to thrust shallowly, testing your limits. “Cry and choke harder, stupid brat. Your family would vomit if they saw their precious daughter gagging on cock like a cheap brothel slut.” You encouraged him with eager whimpers, relaxing your throat further so he could push deeper. The wet, filthy sounds of your sloppy fellatio filled the dojo; gagging, slurping, the rhythmic slap of your hands on his slick shaft. Spit ran freely down your neck, soaking the front of your kimono and making your hard nipples visible through the thin fabric.

You kept going, edging him with your skilled hands and mouth, building him up only to pull back and tease with slow licks until he was growling with frustration and need. Only when your own pussy was aching unbearably from neglect did you finally pull off, gasping.

Soon, he yanked you off his cock with a wet pop, saliva strings still connecting your swollen, abused lips to his glistening, rock hard length. Breathing hard, chest heaving, he reached for his sword, gripping the thick, polished hilt with purpose. A dangerous smirk appeared on his face.

“Since you love playing with hard things so much, brat…”

He shoved you onto your back on the tatami, roughly pulling your kimono open and flipping the fabric up as he pressed the cool, rounded hilt of his sword against your soaked, puffy folds. The stark contrast of the cold metal against your burning, dripping pussy made you gasp sharply, your hips bucking up instinctively.

“Ahh Sensei! It’s so—fuck!” You writhed wildly as he rubbed the thick hilt over your swollen clit in slow, deliberate circles, then pushed it inside your clenching entrance. The textured wrapping dragged deliciously against your sensitive inner walls as he thrust it deeper, twisting it with controlled precision.

“Take it, you bratty little cunt,” he snarled, fucking you with the hilt in steady, deepening strokes. “Fucked by your sensei’s sword like the needy whore you are. This is what happens when you disrespect the dojo. Look at you squirting on a weapon, you disgusting pathetic bitch. Your noble blood is wasted on a brainless fucktoy like you.”

“It feels so good—oh god, the hilt is so thick and hard inside me!” you cried out, your voice breaking into desperate whimpers. Your hands flew to your breasts, pinching your nipples through your kimono as the intense sensations built. “I’m such a dirty girl… cumming on a sword...ahh.. I’m cumming so fucking hard—!”

Your orgasm crashed over you like lightning. You screamed, body convulsing violently, your juices squirting messily around the invading hilt and soaking the mats beneath you. Your legs shook uncontrollably, tears pouring down your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure.

Musashi pulled the dripping hilt free and replaced it instantly with his massive cock in one savage, powerful thrust, burying every thick inch inside your spasming, cum-slick heat. He wrapped one strong hand around your throat and squeezed.

“Fuck—Sensei! Your cock is so much bigger—!” you babbled loudly, your nails digging into his broad back as your walls fluttered wildly around him. “It’s so deep… I can feel it pressing against my belly. Pound my slutty pussy please! Ruin me with that huge cock!”

“Ruin you? I’m going to breed this worthless cunt until it’s ruined for anyone else, you stupid fucking brat,” he growled, slamming into you with brutal force. “Tight little cunt squeezing me so damn much. You were made for this, weren’t you?”

“Harder, Sensei—yes! Your huge cock is ruining me... I love it— I’m your personal fuckhole!” you wailed, legs locking tightly around his waist to pull him even deeper. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, your breasts bouncing wildly with the force.

He flipped you onto all fours without pulling out, slamming back into you in doggy style. The new angle hit even deeper, making you see stars and moan incoherently. “Arch your back, slut,” he ordered, delivering a sharp, stinging spank to your ass that bloomed into hot pleasure. He yanked your hair back hard, forcing you to arch deeper.

“Yes—spank me! Fuck my pussy... your cock is so deep like this, hitting all the right spots!” you moaned filthily, pushing back against him. “I’m creaming all over your big dick, Sensei—don’t stop, please! I’m your cock-addicted little whore!”

“Creaming like a bitch in heat,” Musashi smirked and laughed cruelly, spanking you repeatedly while pounding you senseless. “You brainless whore, let the whole dojo know what a disgusting family disgrace you are, getting bred on the training mats like a stupid animal.”

He railed you savagely for what felt like an eternity, his hips snapping forward with powerful speed, one hand reaching around to rub your swollen clit in tight circles. “Say how much you need sensei’s cock destroying this greedy hole.”

“Sensei, Sensei—! Your cock is making me cum again! I’m squirting—fuck— I’m your slutty brat forever!” Your voice shattered as another explosive orgasm tore through you, your walls milking him rhythmically, juices flooding out around his pistoning shaft.

He came with a deep roar, flooding your womb with thick, hot ropes of cum that overflowed and leaked out around his still-thrusting cock. Sweat slicked both your bodies, the entire dojo reeking of sex; musk, sweat, and cum.

You lay there trembling, cum leaking steadily from your stretched hole, but you smiled that same bratty smile and whispered breathlessly, “More, Sensei… please fill me again with that perfect cock. I’m not done being your fucktoy.”

The second round was even filthier and more drawn out. He bent you over a low training bench, gripping your hips bruisingly as he took you from behind with long strokes that made your ass ripple with each impact. “Still begging for more, you insatiable little cumrag? Fine. I’ll pump another load into this sloppy, ruined pussy until it’s overflowing like the worthless breeding sow you are.”

“Sensei, I can feel the head kissing my cervix. Fuck me harder—use me!”

Then, he made you ride him next, sitting on the mats with you straddling his lap as you bounced desperately on his massive length: “It’s hitting so deep… my pussy lips are stretched so wide around you… I’m going to cum just from grinding my clit against you…” Your breasts bounced in his face as he sucked and bit at your nipples, his hands guiding your hips in a punishing rhythm.

You lost count of how many times you came; squirting, shaking, screaming his name before he filled you again, then again. The sessions stretched on, positions blurring together: prone bone on the mats, you bent over with your face pressed into the tatami as he took you from behind; sideways on the bench with one leg held high so he could watch his cock disappear into your creamy folds; even against the wall, your cheek pressed to the cool wood as he railed you senseless.

“Those were very different …” Lee’s face recovered to more of a maroon. How exactly they were different was beyond you; Lee had insisted on taking you in every position, every manageable way two bodies could fit together, and yet this was too much? His gentility, at times befuddled you. “This — this is a public place. Why would you want to do this? It does not sound exactly … pleasurable.”

“Don’t be silly,” You said. “Lots of girls are doing it with their guys now! Ino told me she and Sai —“

“Why am I not surprised Ino had something to do with this?” Lee’s eyes flickered past to the shogi doors to the training hall. “Lotus flower, this is …” He trailed, glancing again at the shadows manifested from the inside of the room. “Uncalled for.”

“It’ll be after hours, Lee. No one will see.” You ran an adoring finger over Lee’s bicep. “After all, aren’t you just a wee bit curious?”

“I …” The blush had returned to Lee’s face. “Well, I suppose you could say that.” A hint of a smile. “I had no idea you had such an appreciation for my physique …”

“Are you kidding?” You chuckled. “You’re a god, Lee …”

Not just empty praise; your boyfriend’s body was the envy of many. Muscles sculpted from years of training, a physique honed by discipline built on a foundation of hours, days, years.

Lee’s gaze fell to the hall’s floor. “Do you truly think that?”

“I do,” You said, coming closer, arriving somewhat level with Lee’s lips. “And I’m sure I could get off just that alone. So how about it?”

Conflict arose on Lee’s face, his eyes darting as he debated whether or not to give in to your desires. 

“Don’t tell me Rock Lee is backing down from a challenge.”

Then:

“Al — all right …” 

“That’s my handsome devil.” You smiled, satisfied you’d won. 

But not satisfied enough.

And so when the training center went dark and Lee’s explanation for your continued attendance was overtime training, Might Guy’s smile could’ve made up for the lack of light, and he left the two of you to your devices. 

“Don’t just look at me!” You told Lee, mirroring the actions you wanted him to undertake; unzipping your jacket until the swell of your breasts broke free. “Get undressed …!”

“Ah, fuck, Lee …”

Lee kept a trembling hold of your hips, eyes squeezed tight as you rocked your cunt against his abs. 

“You feel so fucking good …” Your fingers crept up to Lee’s nipples and brushed over the hard pebbles. 

Lee flushed under the enormity of your praise — something you had only a second to appreciate before your clit grazed over a ridge in Lee’s abs.

“Ah …” You bowed your head, eyes fluttering shut. You pinched both his nipples in between your fingers, gasped when Lee bucked up into you in response. You knew without knowing that if you scooted backwards even an inch your ass would be met with a tent in Lee’s training shorts, a fact that only sent you rocking harder against his chest to the soundtrack of his shallow breathing. He’s so gorgeous.

“Are you sure I — hah —  we should be doing this — hah —  in the training room?” he said. “I’m sure I could — hah — bring you much more satisfaction if we were allowed —“

As if on cue you pressed a hand against the training mat to regain your balance. “It’s okay, Lee.” The emptiness of the training room itself amplified every sound Lee fed you, every whimper and moan and sigh, setting all of them to a fine echo. He might have been worried about Guy walking in on you two, but you knew as much as he did that if he was going to remove you from him he would’ve done it already. 

Lee’s eyes were focused underneath you, cognizant of the slick moistening his abs. With a swipe over his lower lip, he pressed you down on him and began to rock you against his abs.

You sucked a breath in, your hands flying to his wrists. “Lee —“ It felt so good. He felt so good. Everything about Lee was strong, steady, hard. The bumps of his abs brushed and grated heavenly against your labia, your clit receiving most of the exquisite friction. 

“No need to be so timid,” Lee murmured, eyes half lidded in watching you thrash against him.

Said thrashing only added to your pleasure. One hand abandoned Lee’s wrist to fondle your breast. He unceremoniously rocked into your cunt and white spots erupted in your mind’s eye. 

You fell forward, your hands on his shoulders in hopes of steadying you. “Lee, fuckfuckfuck —“ 

“You’re so beautiful,” Lee said. He swept some of your juices with his finger and smeared it over your neglected tit, teasing the nipple. “So …”

“Mm — Fuck, fuck, Lee …” Another moan slipped from your lips when Lee leaned forward and caught your nipple in his mouth, surely tasting you on the wrinkled skin. 

A rhythm was set; Your cunt chased Lee’s abs, and he would meet you in the middle to complete the teasing. Arms secured around his strong neck, you bucked into him. Lee’s hand came to cup the moon of one of your ass cheeks and scoot you up higher.

“Aha!” You bit your lip at the feel of his rugged happy trail, the razor feel of Lee’s hair amplifying the friction.

“This would be — hah — quite the motivator for me,” Lee said, observing what must have been a myriad of expressions skating over your face. He swerved his hips underneath you just so and was rewarded with a whimper. “To see you cum fro — from only this. Not to mention — ah — a healthy dose for my ego …”

“Lee!” You were bouncing now, chasing your high. All the while hyperaware of the emptiness inside you, and how just inches away Lee’s clothed erection waited, occasionally poking at your spine, begging to be brought forth and fucking buried inside you. The blue balls he must have — a thought that only brought you closer —

With a firm hold on your ass, Lee helped to rock you, the endless slide of his abs under your clit more than you could bear.

“Are you going to —?”

“Yeah!”

“Oh — oh.” Lee’s moan was nestled in a shudder. You became aware of his other hand, the repetitive up-down motion of his forearm. You glanced behind you to see his cock, sitting at the crook of your ass, being stroked frantically in his fist. All the while you’d had no idea of what he was doing; at some point the sight of your writhing above him had become too much to bear and he’d freed himself to beat off.

The sight — the knowledge — went straight to your clit at the precise moment, and with three more shifts of your hips against Lee’s abs you were over the edge, cumming over his abdomen, leaving a mess of slick and juice. Behind you, Lee’s white spent was pumping from his cock, painting the clefts of your ass while his cock twitching against the plump skin there. 

Your jerks above him became sporadic, quick, mere juts as you chased the end of your orgasm to the sound of Lee’s repetitive exclamations of your name. The end of your orgasm and beyond, until the pleasure concentrated in your clit became akin to pain. 

And yet you still needed Lee’s strong arms to assist in stilling your hips, forcing you to catch your breath. He had clearly come to sooner than you had. You blinked heavy-lidded eyes down at Lee’s. He was looking up at you with adoration, a smile presumably inspired by the absurdity of it all. 

“So,” he said, voice adorably labored, “did this go as desired? I believe this was quite successful …”

I love him, I love him, I love him. You bent down to kiss Lee, the lip-to-lip contact sufficing for as much of an answer as you could deliver for a good while. After a moment, you drew back to smile at him. 

It was a reletively public wedding, so the entire village could see the bond growing further between the Senju and the Uchiha. All the villagers thought that it was a beautiful love story, one were the two of you fell for each other despite being from enemy clans. But how could they be so wrong, it was nothing of the sort.

It was an arranged marriage. 

This was the elder's decision, thinking that it would be a more secure way to confirm that the Uchiha would not fight back in the further future. The decision was made for the protection of Konoha and being Hashirama and Tobirama's timid, innocent little sister, you couldn't object.

It's your first night within the Uchiha estate, specifically Madara's. You stand in silence biting your bottom lip, in which the red lipstick that was previously there at been removed. Not only by the rigid kiss the two of you shared at the wedding but because of you nibbling on the flesh.

Your hands grip the primarily white kakeshita, you don't know what to do, Madara isn't in the room with you right now and you are too scared to do anything. You were a Senju, but now you are an Uchiha, bounded by those ridiculous ceremonies, paperwork and those vows.  Startled, you jump slightly at the creak the door makes as Madara slides it open, stepping into the room. His eyes trail up on to you, previously analysing every part of your body. YOu could feel it, it is so strong, the scrutiny in his gaze, the judgment.  "It would appear the Senju couldn't even grant me a worthy wife. Just a fragile little thing, aren't you?" Madara scrutinises and a shaky breath leaves your mouth.   Your stomach clenches at the words. Of course, he doesn't hide how much he hates your clan even now that you two have been wed. You feel small under his gaze, and his height. The way he looks at you makes you feel so inferior. 

To Madara, you aren't his wife, you are just a filthy Senju only here to bear his children. 

"I didn't ask for this," you whisper, your voice trembling.  He lets out a low chuckle and closes the space between you. "You think I asked for this? To be tied to the likes of you? A Senju, a weakling, a woman from the enemy's bloodline?" His words cut deep and the tears prick at the back of your eyes. You mean nothing to Madara but a means to an end, nothing more than a tool for him, to bear children, to give him strong children.

Madara moves around you, so now that he is behind you, his chest is almost inches away from your back. "What did your brothers think? That by sending you to me, it would make me forget the blood spilled between us? That I'd forget how your family has tried to crush mine for generations?" He adds. You flinch. Your blood running inside you was a brand of shame in itself, reminding you that no matter how hard you tried, you would never belong here, in his world, the Uchiha world, no matter how equal your clans really are. "You're nothing here," he sneers. "Nothing but a Senju in an Uchiha household. A reminder of everything I despise."

He steps closer, so his hot breath fans across your neck and your back tenses. His hand reaches up, catching your chin in an iron vice as he forces you to meet his gaze. "And now, you're here in— my bed, in my house. But don't let yourself think you'll ever be anything more than a Senju dog." Your heart races in your chest, but you grit your teeth, god, you're so scared. Madara gazes into your eyes. "I will never think of you as a Uchiha," he announces. "You shall never be of us. Our children? Yes. But you? Never." Your chest tightens. You feel yourself start to unravel, piece by piece, under his cold gaze and cruel words. You want to be able to fight back, scream at him, and make him see that you're more than the blood running through your veins. The hate weighing upon you from him crushes you, rendering you mute. The silence is then broken as Madara speaks once more, "Get into bed, it's time you played wife." Your heart sinks, and a wave of dread washes over you. There is no love in that command, no affection. His lips ghost on your neck, below your ear before pulling the sash that held your marriage kimono together before he slips the fabric down your shoulders. Instinctively, when the fabric slips to your elbows, a gasp slips past your lips and you pull your arms to your chest, covering your exposed body. 

"W-Wait," you managed to squeak out, your heart beating furiously, you swear that it was so loud that he could hear it.

You hear the click of his tongue and can feel the roll of his eyes. "What, woman?"

"I've... never... done anything... like this," you say quietly, your hands trembling, holding the fabric tighter to your chest.

"You'll do as I say, dear," he hums, emphasising the last word, almost to mock you. "I wouldn't want to... hurt you." Scared, you nod timidly, still clenching the fabric as you walk towards the futon, your body getting heavier with every step. You only just barely managed to sit on your knees, your weight on the insides of your feet. 

Your gaze was kept tight onto the sheets in front of you. Hearing a light thud hit the floor, you glance up through your mascara-tinted lashes, and you see that the sash holding Madara's wedding attire is on the floor. You can clearly see his abs through the opening of the kimono and his pants had been stripped too, you can clearly see the bulge in his underwear. 

Then, the last of his main attire was pulled off his body and tossed onto the floor, now he is only donned in his underwear, his body bare in front of you. And before you knew it, Madara was kneeling in front of you, tugging the fabric roughly out of your hold. 

Suddenly, the breath from your chest left with a sudden escape of breath as your body fell hard to the futon, Madara's bigger hands restraining your wrists beside your head. Your eyes widen while your lips tremble at the sight of Madara above you, his face so close to yours you could fall apart underneath his gaze. 

Madara closes in, his nose almost touching your own and your breath hitches. "I'm going to ruin you," he hums, moving his head to your shoulder, his lips skimming across your flesh slowly. 

God, you were trembling, you've never felt like this before, this sensation was making you loose your mind. He was being so mean to you, to one of the kindest people in Konoha, making you feel like nothing, and yet, how he made your body feel was something words couldn't explain. 

You were so focused on how he was so close to your neck, that you completely missed how Madara had already slipped down your underwear. His thick fingers pressed against the top of your pussy, so, so, so close to slipping in and hitting your clit.

Your back arches into the touch a breathy gasp falls from your lips and you want to scream in embarrassment. All you wanted to do was to cover your mouth and you couldn't even do that with how Madara was pinning your hands above your head. 

"Fuck, you're sensitive," Madara mumbles to himself, feeling and seeing how you react to such a simple touch, he smirks agasint your neck.

He's going to enjoy this.  

Opening his mouth slightly, he latches onto the dip from your neck and you squirm underneath his imposing touch. His legs spread apart your own, rendering you unable to move. Madara's stature is so big, that you didn't think you would be able to move anyway, considering how his weight was pressing down on you, how his warmth was seeping into you. 

Helpless whimpers leave your mouth as he sucks at your soft skin, leaving marks all over your chest while his fingers still lightly play with your folds, though, they never pushed past, teasing you. 

"Please...." you whimper quietly, pleading into Madara's ear so softly and as much as Madara wanted to hate your voice, it sent shivers down his spine.

"Please what?" he asks in a low tone, lips finally pulling away from your red collarbones. 

Your breathing is ragged, cheeks flushed a pinky-red hue from Madara's touches. "Please... could I have more...?" you question slowly, quietly and Madara smirks at the obvious nervousness in your voice. 

"More?" he teases, pressing his forehead against your own and you gaze into his obsidian eyes which sent electricity down your spine.

You nod small, "...Yes."

A hum comes from his mouth as he pushes his fingers past your folds, two thick fingers pressing against your clit and you moan shamelessly. You want to cover your mouth but can't, your hands are still bound above your head. 

His fingers venture further down, tracing a path along your slick slit. The touch is electrifying, causing you to tremble in his hold, your body responding to his every movement. A whimper escapes your lips, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure that courses through you.

"So wet," Madara hums as he presses his thumb against your clit and you moan, your back arched agasint the futon. Madara frowns to himself knowing that your eyes are screwed shut

At your reply, Madara's fingers experimentally push past your slick folds, his fingers pressing past your clit, and a surge of pleasure courses through you, leaving you breathless and desperate for more. A moan left your mouth as your back arched at his touch. your reaction caused Madara to press down slightly more and your legs squeezed around his waist, moans stringing out your mouth.

You felt his fingers slide down and he found your seeping hols, drenched with arousal. You felt a finger slowly slide inside your heat, a whimper leaving your mouth. As much as Madara hates the Senju's he couldn't help but feel a pang of worry for you, your face contorts into pain after a few seconds so he stops, head tilting.

"W-Wait," you whimper. "Gi- Give me a few seconds."

"Why should I wait for you?" Madara hums, eyes slitting at you.

"Hurts," you replied trying to regulate your breathing.

A tsk left his mouth, "It hurts because you're tense. Relax," he orders and you let your body relax under him, your breathing all controlled. "See? Doesn't hurt as much now doesn't it?"

You shook your head. "Exactly," he adds and he begins to pump his digits in and out your drenched cunt.

"So good," You whimpered as he slowly pumped in and out your soaked walls. 

The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and intensity that leaves you unable to contain your moans. You press your lips against his shoulder, muffling the sounds that escape from deep within you. His fingers explore the depths of your core, igniting a fire that consumes your every thought. Each movement, each curl, sends shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your body.

You surrender to the intoxicating rhythm of his touch, the combination of his skilled fingers and the intensity of our connection pushes you closer to the edge, teetering on the precipice of release. It's a moment of pure bliss, where time stands still, and you are consumed by the overwhelming pleasure that courses through your veins.

As Madara's fingers continued their relentless rhythm, pumping in and out of your seeping hole, there was an unfamiliar tightness growing in your lower abdomen, pleasure tightened inside your stomach. you wrap your shaky legs around him, seeking to anchor yourself to him amidst the overwhelming pleasure. your body quivers with anticipation, responding to his every touch, every movement.

"Wait!" you sob, writhing under him. "Feels funny...."

"You're going to have an orgasm, just let it happen," he scoffs, beginning to scissor his fingers, respectively hitting your soft, gummy spot every single time. 

you chant his name into his neck as praises leave your mouth, your voice filled with desire and need. The tears welling in your eyes are not from pain but from the overwhelming pleasure that threatens to consume you entirely.

In response to your plea, sucks the skin around your neck once more, groaning against your neck, his voice laced with desire. He begins to press your clit with the pad of his thumb, adding another layer of pleasure to the already intense sensations. The touch is electrifying, causing you to arch your back in response.

"Feels weird," you sob. "Feels... good too... though."

"You'll take it," Madara asserts.

The pleasure builds, the tension mounting with each passing second until you are on the precipice of release. It's a moment of pure surrender, where pleasure reigns supreme, and you are consumed by the overwhelming ecstasy that engulfs you.

Waves of ecstasy wash over you, leaving your legs trembling and weak from the intensity of the sensations. He slips his fingers from your hole and you continue to tremble from the aftermath of the orgasm. you managed to release your from Madara's neck and move away from his hold.

Your legs are trembling around his waist, your cum and arousal soaked the sheets below you, dripping down your ass from your hole. As you open your squeezed-shut eyes, you see Madara take a taste of his fingers, licking a stip up his digits, swallowing your cum and your cheeks burn red. 

Madara almost groans at your taste, so sweet, he can't wait for you to break and split from his cock. Your whimpers and screams of overstimulation are going to be heaven for him. You pull your hands from his grasp as you feel the hold loosening and cover your face. It was an immediate reaction, Madara quickly pulled your hands back above your head. 

"You will not hide from me," Madara commands and your bottom lip trembles as you nod. 

God, your legs fall lip on either side of Madara on the futon and they tremble. Then you felt a big bulbous tip press against your entrance and you arch your back into the pleasuring sensation, a moan slipping past your innocent mouth. All you wanted to do was paw at his chest, and leave scratch marks everywhere, but you couldn't.

"Please... I... want to... touch you," you whispered through your whine.

A humoured chuckle leaves his throat. "As if I'd let a filthy Senju touch me."

You then got flipped around so suddenly, your breasts pushing against the futon, hands still pinned above you, face squished into the pillow. You then felt Madara's mass press down against your back and you let out a soft whimper at the sudden weight. His abs were flush against your back, hands gripping the backs of your own, pressing them into the bed. 

Madara's breath tickled your ear and you wiggled your head at the warm sensation, your core getting wetter, your body trying to squirm away from the imposing hold that he had on you. Madara's hands moved slowly, changing his grip so that one of his hands held both of you over your head, being cautious not to get your hair entangled within the movement. 

A content sigh leaves your mouth when Madara raises his body ever so slightly, trailing his free hand down the expanse of your smooth back before his fingers meet your slick entrance, dripping with your cum.

"You're going to take all of me," he mutters against your ear before taking a nibble at your ear, you let out a gasp at the sudden action.

Then you felt a heavy, throbbing tip press against your clit and you moaned from the small touch. You tried to squirm away from the pleasurable cause but couldn't, he knew you were gonna try to run from his body due to the pleasure. So, he pressed his weight against you once more.

You held your breath when Madara sank his throbbing cock into your spongey walls, his length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A groan leaves Madara's mouth and a moan from your own as his length nudged the deepest spot within you.

Madara could've busted right there and then, your tight walls constricting him made him tense. You feel so good, and he couldn't wait to take you again and again, to fill you up to the brim with his cum every night. 

Madara moans, relishing in the way your walls clench him, how could he not want to cum inside, you feel so good. His free hand grips your hip and he admires how you have perfect hips to give birth for, for a Senju, you're a perfect wife to breed. 

Madara didn't move, he wanted to relish in on how you desired to cause friction, desired to move against his touch, but couldn't. Madara's cock, prodded so deep in your gummy walls that you whimpered in pleasure, but that didn't stop him from not moving. He was still snug inside.

Hot and heavy kisses trail down from your ear down to the dip of your neck to shoulder and a breathless sigh escaped your parted lips before Madara rolled his hips into yours. A moan slips out of your mouth, his thick length scraping all the sensitive parts of your warm insides.

Madara's knees spread your legs apart so that any advances from you ensured that they would be shut down, so that you remained situated below him, your pretty body that paled in comparison to his frame. As he expected, you couldn't move from his trapping embrace.

His movements became faster, his cock thrusting into the depths of you needy hole as strained moans and whines left your throat. Madara was panting in your ear and an occasional deep groan slipped past his lips, the sounds which made your cunt flutter tightly around his length.

Madara was filling you up to the hilt, his throbbing pink tip hitting that soft, gummy spot in your cunt that caused you to scream out in fulfilment. "Close?" He breathed in a humoured tone, causing you to let out a moan and sigh, body shaking with pleasure.

Your body tried to arch away from the pleasure, not being able to take the strong rolls of Madara's hips, but as you arched your back away, his thrusts only aimed deeper, harder into your G spot. You sobbed out, tears filling your lash line. "Too much, Madara.... S-Slow down.... too much."

"Oh?" he smirked, his hips moving now at a faster pace, loving how your cunt squeezed his cock even though you wanted him to slow down, "It's alright, you can hold out," he coos.

Repetitive moans left your mouth while he pounded into your tight heat. You suddenly had the instinctive urge to press yourself into his length, but you couldn't, his weight was too heavy for you to move against him, and you were utterly hopeless as his thrusts became faster.

"Please, I wanna come," you cry out mewling. 

Your body trembled beneath him and the hold he had on your hands loosened. Your hips were getting held, then, the strength he possessed lifted you onto your knees before a bicep wrapped around your throat, lifting your head. It wasn't a tight grip but the power lifted your head from the futon while you shakily rested your weight on your elbows.

Your back arched heavily, finally being able to sink more into him. "Madara...?" you asked in a hush tone but he didn't reply and you wanted to sob because you just wanted one last thing. "Madara... please... I wan' a kiss, please."

"A kiss, huh?" he groans out. Madara hunches over you, pulling you closer to him and connecting your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, grunting into you while he swallows your moans. 

"Good, taking me so deep," Madara groaned, pulling away from your mouth and pushing this arch into your back deeper.

He watched your ass ripping again his lower abdomen, watching your cunt with black iris'. Observing how your walks sucked him in, leaving a creamy white rind of your cum and arousal around the base of his cock.

"Making you feel so good, aren't I?" Madara groaned his head tilted forward, sweat beading on his forehead as we watched your fall apart and tremble from his dick, watching your innocence fade away, broken moans slipping past your plump lips.

"Gonna fill you up," Madara groans. "You're taking me so deep, deserve to have my cum."

"'Wanna come, please," you beg, wanting to feel the release, desperate as the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. "Want it so bad."

You clench around his length as he increases his pace, instantly accommodating to the speed but your moans escalate. "Such a filthy Senju," He leaned down and mumbled in your ear chased with a deep moan that stirred your insides clenching around his length.

"Want it so bad!" you whimper, unable to comprehend any thoughts that swelled into your head.

"C'mon darling," he growled and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was. His thrusts didn't slow causing you to whimper in overstimulation, but Madara helped it, his hips continuing to rut into mine, helping you ride out your orgasm as he chased his own.

With a groan, his lips planted against mine once again as his hips slammed into mine, hard, his cum spilling inside you causing you to moan into his kiss. And you felt more of his cum spill into your fertile womb, painting your insides white, you could almost feel your stomach bulging from how much you had of your husband inside you.

Madara slipped his softening length out, and pulled away from the kiss as you slumped to the futon, his eyes chained to the white splotches of silky come that spilled from your gaping cunt, watching with a slight frown as the cum spilled from your cunt. 

You're going to look so good plump with his children. He's going to make sure you get pregnant even if that means having sex morning and night. 

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“Those were very different …” Lee’s face recovered to more of a maroon. How exactly they were different was beyond you; Lee had insisted on taking you in every position, every manageable way two bodies could fit together, and yet this was too much? His gentility, at times befuddled you. “This — this is a public place. Why would you want to do this? It does not sound exactly … pleasurable.”

“Don’t be silly,” You said. “Lots of girls are doing it with their guys now! Ino told me she and Sai —“

“Why am I not surprised Ino had something to do with this?” Lee’s eyes flickered past to the shogi doors to the training hall. “Lotus flower, this is …” He trailed, glancing again at the shadows manifested from the inside of the room. “Uncalled for.”

“It’ll be after hours, Lee. No one will see.” You ran an adoring finger over Lee’s bicep. “After all, aren’t you just a wee bit curious?”

“I …” The blush had returned to Lee’s face. “Well, I suppose you could say that.” A hint of a smile. “I had no idea you had such an appreciation for my physique …”

“Are you kidding?” You chuckled. “You’re a god, Lee …”

Not just empty praise; your boyfriend’s body was the envy of many. Muscles sculpted from years of training, a physique honed by discipline built on a foundation of hours, days, years.

Lee’s gaze fell to the hall’s floor. “Do you truly think that?”

“I do,” You said, coming closer, arriving somewhat level with Lee’s lips. “And I’m sure I could get off just that alone. So how about it?”

Conflict arose on Lee’s face, his eyes darting as he debated whether or not to give in to your desires. 

“Don’t tell me Rock Lee is backing down from a challenge.”

Then:

“Al — all right …” 

“That’s my handsome devil.” You smiled, satisfied you’d won. 

But not satisfied enough.

And so when the training center went dark and Lee’s explanation for your continued attendance was overtime training, Might Guy’s smile could’ve made up for the lack of light, and he left the two of you to your devices. 

“Don’t just look at me!” You told Lee, mirroring the actions you wanted him to undertake; unzipping your jacket until the swell of your breasts broke free. “Get undressed …!”

“Ah, fuck, Lee …”

Lee kept a trembling hold of your hips, eyes squeezed tight as you rocked your cunt against his abs. 

“You feel so fucking good …” Your fingers crept up to Lee’s nipples and brushed over the hard pebbles. 

Lee flushed under the enormity of your praise — something you had only a second to appreciate before your clit grazed over a ridge in Lee’s abs.

“Ah …” You bowed your head, eyes fluttering shut. You pinched both his nipples in between your fingers, gasped when Lee bucked up into you in response. You knew without knowing that if you scooted backwards even an inch your ass would be met with a tent in Lee’s training shorts, a fact that only sent you rocking harder against his chest to the soundtrack of his shallow breathing. He’s so gorgeous.

“Are you sure I — hah —  we should be doing this — hah —  in the training room?” he said. “I’m sure I could — hah — bring you much more satisfaction if we were allowed —“

As if on cue you pressed a hand against the training mat to regain your balance. “It’s okay, Lee.” The emptiness of the training room itself amplified every sound Lee fed you, every whimper and moan and sigh, setting all of them to a fine echo. He might have been worried about Guy walking in on you two, but you knew as much as he did that if he was going to remove you from him he would’ve done it already. 

Lee’s eyes were focused underneath you, cognizant of the slick moistening his abs. With a swipe over his lower lip, he pressed you down on him and began to rock you against his abs.

You sucked a breath in, your hands flying to his wrists. “Lee —“ It felt so good. He felt so good. Everything about Lee was strong, steady, hard. The bumps of his abs brushed and grated heavenly against your labia, your clit receiving most of the exquisite friction. 

“No need to be so timid,” Lee murmured, eyes half lidded in watching you thrash against him.

Said thrashing only added to your pleasure. One hand abandoned Lee’s wrist to fondle your breast. He unceremoniously rocked into your cunt and white spots erupted in your mind’s eye. 

You fell forward, your hands on his shoulders in hopes of steadying you. “Lee, fuckfuckfuck —“ 

“You’re so beautiful,” Lee said. He swept some of your juices with his finger and smeared it over your neglected tit, teasing the nipple. “So …”

“Mm — Fuck, fuck, Lee …” Another moan slipped from your lips when Lee leaned forward and caught your nipple in his mouth, surely tasting you on the wrinkled skin. 

A rhythm was set; Your cunt chased Lee’s abs, and he would meet you in the middle to complete the teasing. Arms secured around his strong neck, you bucked into him. Lee’s hand came to cup the moon of one of your ass cheeks and scoot you up higher.

“Aha!” You bit your lip at the feel of his rugged happy trail, the razor feel of Lee’s hair amplifying the friction.

“This would be — hah — quite the motivator for me,” Lee said, observing what must have been a myriad of expressions skating over your face. He swerved his hips underneath you just so and was rewarded with a whimper. “To see you cum fro — from only this. Not to mention — ah — a healthy dose for my ego …”

“Lee!” You were bouncing now, chasing your high. All the while hyperaware of the emptiness inside you, and how just inches away Lee’s clothed erection waited, occasionally poking at your spine, begging to be brought forth and fucking buried inside you. The blue balls he must have — a thought that only brought you closer —

With a firm hold on your ass, Lee helped to rock you, the endless slide of his abs under your clit more than you could bear.

“Are you going to —?”

“Yeah!”

“Oh — oh.” Lee’s moan was nestled in a shudder. You became aware of his other hand, the repetitive up-down motion of his forearm. You glanced behind you to see his cock, sitting at the crook of your ass, being stroked frantically in his fist. All the while you’d had no idea of what he was doing; at some point the sight of your writhing above him had become too much to bear and he’d freed himself to beat off.

The sight — the knowledge — went straight to your clit at the precise moment, and with three more shifts of your hips against Lee’s abs you were over the edge, cumming over his abdomen, leaving a mess of slick and juice. Behind you, Lee’s white spent was pumping from his cock, painting the clefts of your ass while his cock twitching against the plump skin there. 

Your jerks above him became sporadic, quick, mere juts as you chased the end of your orgasm to the sound of Lee’s repetitive exclamations of your name. The end of your orgasm and beyond, until the pleasure concentrated in your clit became akin to pain. 

And yet you still needed Lee’s strong arms to assist in stilling your hips, forcing you to catch your breath. He had clearly come to sooner than you had. You blinked heavy-lidded eyes down at Lee’s. He was looking up at you with adoration, a smile presumably inspired by the absurdity of it all. 

“So,” he said, voice adorably labored, “did this go as desired? I believe this was quite successful …”

I love him, I love him, I love him. You bent down to kiss Lee, the lip-to-lip contact sufficing for as much of an answer as you could deliver for a good while. After a moment, you drew back to smile at him.