#obito uchiha smut

[mrsbakashi]

coming out of my cage just to post this and then going right back into it because i'm still taking a break

naruto characters and their kinks - uchiha edition (and kakashi)

(because i have to put him in everything, and if you didn't see this coming i don't know what to tell you)

⚠️ +18 content under the cut

itachi

➳ praise kink

he's such a sweetheart, has so much love for you in his heart he just can't not praise your every move. kisses every inch of your body going on and on about how beautiful and perfect you are, how soft your skin is and tells you how luck he is to be the one that gets to be with you. loves watching the way your pussy greedily swallows him whole, but also loves looking at your face squirming in pleasure, so he always activates his sharingan so he can see everything while telling you constantly how good you feel when your walls are clenching around him and you're the only thing in his mind. "you feel so so good, my love" he whispers while thrusting slowly and hard into you. "you're doing so well" he praises when you're almost there, drawing circles on your clit to get you there faster and harder. sex with itachi is never about him, it's only about you, so he only considers a job well done when you're kicking the air, pushing him away, begging him to stop because you can't take it anymore, then he cleans you up with a damp towel, pulls you to his arms and tells you what a good girl you were and reassures you how much he loves you while you feel your sleep sweep you away.

➳ breeding kink

uchihas and breeding kink, what a cliche - yes, ok, but no uchiha is so into breeding like itachi is. he doesn't do it purely because it feels incredibly amazing, or because the sight of your pussy overflowing with both your cums while he tries to fuck it right back into you is heavenly, but because, to him, it's about love - it's about how you love him so much you accept the idea of creating a life with him. he's used to cum inside you, it's been a thing since the beginning because he used it as a way to mark you, to make you his even so more and more, gently kissing you on the lips while emptying himself inside your warmth, but after you stopped you pill because you were trying the man just went insane - starting a family with the woman he loves most in the world, restabilishing the clan? hell yeah! you have him all over you all the time, and each time, let me tell you, you're not leaving until he's positive there's a baby inside you. but don't worry, he'll make sure you'll cum yourself and will tell you on and on how much he loves you. so sweet.

obito

➳ exhibitionism

obito's a slut for you, he's all about making everyone know you're his. and i mean everyone. made it his entire life's mission to make you scream so loud the whole neighborhood knows his name - and people tried to complain, but the second they see how scary obito is they actually apologize. loses it when you go on a walk and sees the way other men look at you - kisses you so violently in from of them and it takes everything in him to not take you right there. takes you out on drives to fuck you on the backseat in a random parking lot and hopes someone will see you two and see how much you belong to him, how eager you are for his touch. it's not enough that people know you're together, he needs to make sure everyone know he's the only one who can make you feel like that, completely given to him. you are his alone in every single way possible and the whole world must know that.

➳ praise kink

his praise kink is not about you, but about him. he loves the sweet praises that leave your lips when he's working wonders on your body, he'll coax the words out of you tenderly, sweet kisses here and there. please please please tell him over and over how he's the only one that can make you feel that good, that there's no one else in the world for you, and how insanely good his cock feels pounding into you, how he hits just the right place without any effort simply because you were made for each other and how happy you are that you belong to him. you make him feel like a god, he swears he can feel his soul ascending to another plan, and for that he'll give you more and more, he'll give you everything he has. everything. you have him wrapped around your finger.

sasuke

➳ dacryphilia

lives for the sight of tears on your beautiful face while he relentlessly fucks you, mercilessly tossing your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half like you're nothing but a doll that exists solely for his pleasure. pounds into you so fast and hard it honestly hurts, but it also feels so fucking good you don't care. loves the first thrust, when it's so rough because he's so big, and even if you're so wet it hurts and you always feel it won't fit - the little cries that leave your lips while you struggle to take him. loves loooves to make you gag on his cock, when he pushes into your throat and stops your breathing 'til you're desperately gasping for air, letting you breath for three whole seconds before doing it again and again and again til you're pushing him away with all your strength, nearly passing out, your face so red and wet with tears and despair. it's his favorite sight in the whole world, he'd kill thousands and thousands just to be able to see it. he loves you so fucking much.

➳ degradation/humiliation kink

boy, does he degrade you! not only is he mean with his actions, his words would hurt you more than a thousand cuts if he wasn't also so careful afterwards - you are his angel and he'll make sure you know that every breathing moment, but not when he's fucking you because he fucks you like he hates you, like he fucking despises you, violently pounding into you, rocking his hips against yours so hard you just know he'll bruise your cervix, and you will hear what a whore you are, that you begged for his cock to a humiliation point, and only when you got on your knees, crawling behind him, begging him to please please please at least touch you once was he kind enough to fuck you. "because that's what you are, nothing but a fucking whore!". you moan his name so loud he has to cover your mouth "filthy slut!" he slaps your asscheek so hard it's gonna leave a bruise the shape of his hand, because he loves hearing how you scream and cry, and that makes your walls clench harder around him "does it feel good, yeah? little filthy slut likes to hear how pathetic she is? fucking whore." he slaps your ass again, and again and again, 'til you're clenching so much around him he can't help but cum deep inside you, telling you you're nothing but an uchiha cum dump - good thing he's the last uchiha, because there's no way in hell he'd share you. you're his alone.

madara

➳ corruption kink

first time he saw you he thought you were too beautiful, too innocent to be left alone. he had to ruin you, to open your body to a new sensation only he could offer, then having you addicted on it, on him, so you'd act like a puppy around him, begging for the mere contact of his skin on yours. you were so young, you didn't know any better. honestly, you felt so flattered when madara uchiha himself showed interest in you that you ignored the warning of your father, but you had no idea he'd turn you into the perfect sub for his wildest and darkest needs and desires, literally begging on your knees for him to let you at least lick his boots, feeling like the luckiest woman alive when he kissed you. you went from a peacefully happy young woman to a great nothing but anxiety and desperation, completely obsessed with him - but when he fucked, god, when he fucked you! suddenly everything was worth it, you forgot how miserable you felt most of the time because of him, because you lived for those moments when he rocked his hips against yours, telling you what a good girl you've been to him. and you were his favourite, that's why he's trained you so well.

➳ power kink

i mean come on! come on! this man lives for feeling like a god, like the most powerful man that has ever stepped into this universe, so of course with you is no different. he'll make sure he's the center of your entire world - and not only during sex. you can kiss your friends and family goodbye, he's the only one you need now. church? faith? not in a million years - he's your entire religion. absolutely tortures you in bed, denies you so much, makes you beg til humiliation point so you have nothing else on your mind, nothing else you wish for but him, and when he gracefully grants your wish you'll know he is truly god. there's absolutely no one above him. he was, he is and he always will be. always.

kakashi

➳ brat taming

translating: he's a fucking menace. because he loves brat taming, he'll annoy the shit out of you until you're so mad you could explode, then he'll pin you down and fuck you hard just to show you he's the one in charge. "who do you think you're talking to like that, huh?" he'll hold your hands above your head, sometimes even tie them, so you can't even touch him, because you behaved so badly you don't deserve to feel his skin on the tip of your fingers "do i look like one of your friends for you to talk to me like that?". will tap your cheek to get you to reply, because you're so far gone you can't barely form a sentence "n-no, sir!", "good, then apologize", "i-i'm sorry, sir!". when you're almost cumming he'll reduce the movement of his hips to a bare minimum to make you beg, so fucks you slow and hard to make you come hard - and i mean hard. every single time. aftercare is heaven, tho.

➳ cum kink

his favorite sight in the entire world is his cum all over your body - keeps pictures of you like that in his phone so he can survive long missions away from you. he always comes hard and, tho he loves breeding you and seeing it come out of your beautiful pussy as he fucks it right back into you, nothing beats how beautiful your breasts look covered in his cum, how sexy you look with your face painted white as you naughtily smile after sucking him so good and making him come all over it. it's as if you loved it more than he does himself, and he doesn't think that's possible, but there you are, begging him to cum all over you, over and over again, rubbing it on your skin like it's your favorite moisturizer then looking at him with those eyes, those fucking eyes, asking for more. god, you're such a slut for him! it's so sexy he honestly pities how he can't fuck you 24/7, because doing anything else feels like such a waste...

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[delirious-donna]

The Oral Lesson

an: the amount of time I spend thinking about these two men and how badly they might share a lover would probably see me on some kind of watch list… it’s more than time I put pen to paper, so to speak. This could be a series, maybe? Perhaps..? Depends on engagement (and I don’t mean likes alone!)

premise: It was meant to be a forbidden fantasy, one that would never become reality, but when you open your eyes to find the Hokage’s loyal guard dog on his knees before you, you know things have changed. However, it would be some time before you realise the enormity of this moment…

pairing: Hokage Kakashi x female reader x ANBU Obito

warnings: canon divergent (Obito always lives in my fics), NSFW throughout, without spoiling everything - its reader receiving oral, power play between the men, reader is married to Kakashi, reader is assumed curvy, touch starved is not the potential name of the series for no reason

There were no two ways about it, this had to be a dream.

The pinnacle of wet dreams that you would reminisce about for months, perhaps years, to come. Except the hand curled lightly around the column of your throat was all too realistic to be fantasy. Too familiar with roughened callouses covering the fingertips and edging the broad palm.

Kakashi Hatake—your husband.

His unique scent of oak-smoked wood chips, and that subtly sweet hint that you had never been able to give a name, filled your nose. At times, you would swear his scent reminded you of the scorched earth after a lightning strike, and it was true right now.

Your eyes flickered open, audibly gasping to see an ANBU shinobi sitting on his haunches before you. The mask was one you were all too familiar with, the painted whorls of the Hokage’s personal guard and you were privileged to know his true name… Obito Uchiha.

This couldn’t be happening. The teasing from moments ago felt like a lifetime passed and you squirmed atop Kakashi’s lap but were unable to escape. Do you really wish to? A small voice in your head said that you should, that what was being suggested was wrong but how badly you had desired this very outcome blew away those prim and proper reservations.

“Her pulse shot through the roof when you looked at her, Obito. I told you that she wanted this…”

You gasped to hear your husband speak about you like this, though the words were not untrue. The hollows of the eye holes shifted from deep midnight pits to blazing crimson orbs that seared your skin with tantalising warm fire without so much as touching you. His breathing was becoming laboured as he sat there, hands laying flat on his thighs in a position of submission.

Obito was only this composed and subservient for one man—your man—and it aroused you to see that there was a strain in his posture to maintain his stance. The threads of his compliance frayed beneath the weight of his desire.

“Kashi,” you breathed, voice barely more than a whisper though your gaze never left Obito’s. Your tongue felt thick and heavy in your mouth, the thin cotton of your dress smothering despite being lightweight and flimsy on your body. The heat of Kakashi’s body beneath you certainly didn’t help matters, nor did the intense fiery blaze you were captivated by.

He hummed in response. “Hm? Something to say, sweetheart? Weren’t you just finishing telling me that you’d let him put his hands and mouth on you if I agreed?”

With an embarrassed moan, you tried to hide your face in the crook of his neck. Mortified beyond belief that Kakashi would so openly admit the hushed words of your most forbidden fantasies, ones you never thought would come to fruition.

“Don’t be shy, my love. Obito feels the same way, although I guess you didn’t know that,” Kakashi drawled with such measured control that you were reminded exactly how he reached this position of power. Not many could act so calmly in high-pressure situations, but Kakashi excelled where others failed. Simply another reason to love him as much as you did.

Obito hadn’t said a word up to this point, not even the smallest sound escaped his mouth and you marvelled at his self-control. The metal arm guards that normally covered his forearms were nowhere to be seen, the same for the grey flak jacket you were accustomed to.

Now, he knelt on the floor in only the standard ANBU dark pants, a black sleeveless compression shirt that covered up to his throat and equally black gloves that ended halfway up his biceps.

You were endlessly fascinated by those biceps.

The way they bulged when his hands curled into fists only to flatten back into some semblance of submission seconds later. Your breathing became harsh watching the action be repeated in an endless loop. Without realising, you pushed yourself upright on Kakashi’s lap, your fingers curling into his forearm each time Obito made his own fists until you made indents with the edges of his nails.

Behind you, Kakashi smiled. “You’ve been rather quiet, Obito… don’t you have anything to say to my wife?”

“I… don’t know if that would be wise, Lord Sixth,” Obito muttered after a long drawn-out moment of silence. His voice was deeper than Kakashi, rougher around the edges and you could hear the forced formality enough to know it grated down his spine to speak this way.

The three of you had shared many casual moments, it was a given since the two men were friends and rivals from years gone past. Heavens, you had cooked for this man. Shared stories of their youth over bottles of wine. Patched rips in his uniform.

Kakashi clicked his tongue. “Lose the airs and graces, you’re not here as my guard. Speak freely and tell my wife how much you covet her.”

You gasped, turning your head to meet charcoal eyes filled with humour, but while you stared, you could make out a darkness that spoke of something else. A power play? It should make you feel vulnerable… used, yet it was quite the opposite.

To be desired by two powerful men, one the Hokage and the other the current highest-ranking ANBU captain in Konoha. Your beloved husband and his best friend, though both would try to deny such a claim. You were damp between your thighs, arousal pooling into the seat of your underwear and it warmed your cheeks until you were certain it was obvious.

“It’s true. I’ve wanted a taste of what you have for some time now. Not that I would have ever done anything about it!” He asserted, eyes never leaving your face whilst he spoke to the man at your back. “But if she is willing and you… are willing to share—”

“Under my supervision and guidance only. Take off the mask, let our pretty girl see you without the guise of an animal,” Kakashi interjected whilst pressing a kiss to your neck.

The animal mask fell to the side, skittering across the floor and out of sight. It left only the man. The scars on his face from years gone by did nothing to detract from how handsome he was. His lips were pleasingly plump, nose nice and straight and those eyes—those beautiful expressive eyes—were easy to fall into and lose yourself entirely. Even without the Sharingan activated, you were drawn to those dark, all-seeing eyes.

“May he touch you, sweetheart? Shall I teach him how to please you? Let us see if he can make you mewl as I can,” he hummed, nipping at your ear and drawing his hands higher to paw lightly at your breasts.

A nod was all you could manage, followed by yet another gasp of alarm when Obito leaned close and kissed the outside of your knee. He’d moved so swiftly that following the movement was impossible.

His touch was delicate, careful as if he worried you’d break if he were to show his true colours. With his assistance, you spread your legs until they bracketed the outside of Kakashi’s beneath you. The man in question gripped at your dress and bunched it higher until your underwear came into view.

Obito appeared transfixed and a vein popped in his temple from tightly he held his jaw. The muscles of his biceps bulged against the snug hold of his long gloves and when he raised a hand to touch your pubic mound through the cotton fabric, you sighed breathily and shifted your hips.

“Is she wet?”

His crimson eyes shot up to yours, searching for permission to reply, and you smiled kindly, a wave of affection forming in your chest. “Y-yes. Right here…” Obito stroked his gloved fingertip over the small damp patch.

“I’m not surprised, she’s been squirming ever since you came in. Perhaps, I should have arranged this sooner,” Kakashi mused quietly whilst leaning back in his chair so your butt was in the air. “Take them off her, please.”

“Kashi, I can…” You tried to free your arms to help shimmy out of the troublesome underwear but a bite to your collarbone silenced you. The sting of sharp canines elicited a slow pant from your throat, your sight growing hazy and before you knew it, a cool breeze played across your bare pussy.

The chill wind didn’t last, it was replaced by warm lips on the inside of your thigh, thick black hair obscuring your view and you clung to Kakashi at the shiver that rippled down your spine. His breathing was steady in your ear, the feel of a smile on your skin whilst Obito pressed kisses, which started gentle, to your plush flesh until they were messy and open-mouthed.

“You can be a little rough with her, she likes it… don’t you, my precious girl?”

Despite his continued presence and hold on your throat and breasts, you jerked in alarm when Kakashi spoke. The implication of the statement had you clenching around air and you heard Obito’s muffled groan when he too noticed.

“Mhm. Please. I’ll tell you if I don’t like something,” you managed after licking your parched lips.

Obito wasted no time in nudging his nose along your labia, smelling you until he couldn’t stand it any longer, and parted your folds with two thick fingers. You could feel all the blood in your body zero in on your core, skin becoming puffy in anticipation. Scintillating wet warmth sent a hiss through your clenched teeth, the path of his tongue along the full length of your slit arching your spine and forcing your heaving breasts further into your husband’s grasp.

The man on his knees glanced up at you through his eyelashes, careful to judge your every movement and noise for possible signs of distress but he found none. The strong muscle created wave-like patterns over your achingly empty hole and passed it to just below your pert clit. It was a sensation you were unaccustomed to, but it scratched an itch you didn’t even know you had.

Your eyes flickered shut, bottom lip caught between your teeth. You were ready to absorb every stroke and touch, every wet-sounding kiss and the melody of three people breathing in tandem, but Kakashi had other ideas. How he even knew your eyes had fallen closed, you weren’t sure, but he withdrew his hand from your chest to click his fingers. It was a soft click, enough to cause your eyes to spring wide and you tilted your head back to meet his hooded gaze.

“You really should watch whilst our guest eats you out, dear, it’s only polite. How is he doing? Make sure he knows what you want.”

His voice was a whole octave lower and you could feel the rigid length of his erection pressed firmly into your lower back. He was turned on by the act he was witnessing and that only served to stoke your fires higher.

As if to prove a point before you could speak, Obito licked across the surface of your clit for the first time. It was barely a kitten lick but it was more than ample to short-circuit your brain. Your brows knitted together, mouth falling into a deep oval of enthralment at being teased like this. In response, your hips undulated only to be trapped in two gloved palms.

“So good… I-I want more,” you admitted with your shuttered stare being met with a blazing inferno that looked more than ready to blow.

Kakashi licked over a fresh mark he’d not long finished sucking into your neck, the act of possession was not lost on anyone in the room and he chuckled softly. “Mhm, give the lady what she wants, Obito. I want to hear how she sounds coming apart by your hand and mouth.”

Obito sat back for a moment, his lips swelling steadily from his actions and skin coated in a thin sheen of your slick. Strands of his black hair stuck to his forehead and you reached forward to brush them back, warmed when he nuzzled into the heart of your palm. You missed the heat of his mouth on you, squirming around to find a position that would alleviate the ache growing rapidly in the pit of your belly.

“Lo—Kakashi, I want to fuck her with my fingers. Is that… uh, is that okay?”

The furious flush that washed over his cheeks was downright adorable, as was how he refused to meet your eye while your husband pretended to ponder. You knew he’d allow it, it was something you had discussed before this even beginning, back when you were certain it would remain a fantasy.

“Who do you wish to fuck with your fingers?” Kakashi prompted, the smile evident in his words and you whined in protest. It earned you a pinch to your nipple, enough to silence you.

Obito cleared his throat, swallowing down his pride in search of what he wanted above all else. “Your wife. I want to fuck your wife with my fingers. Please.” The nicety was forced, his nostrils flaring as if ready for a verbal argument but none came.

“My wife, that’s right. Do as you please, just make her cum nice and loud.”

This side of Kakashi rarely came out—the cool demeanour which spoke of calculating control. It made you weak at the knees, heart in your throat whenever he set those predatory eyes on you and you could well understand Obito’s reaction to the pulse of dominant power. He too was used to being an alpha presence given his line of work, and especially since he chose to become the Hokage’s personal guard. A decision he would never have made for anyone other than Kakashi.

The power play ignited the room with dense tension that felt like swimming through honey, and to realise that you were the object of affection, the reason this was even happening in the first place… you didn’t feel worthy.

However, you had no time to process these thoughts as the man on the floor took his permission with a sharp nod of his head and lunged for you. The poor little mouse was trapped by the jaws of a lion, but this feline was far from going to harm you. Instead, he was gentle despite how eagerly he moved.

His tongue bathed your tender pearl in his spit, lapping it incessantly until he changed directions and suckled you between his lips. You cried out, only to be blindsided by the intrusion of two thick fingers. Whilst you had focused on the mouth set to wring you dry of your bliss, you hadn’t noticed the dance of his fingers which collected your nectar to coat his gloves.

The warm leather rubbed soft friction into your velvet walls, stretching you just right. It felt wonderful, but you couldn’t help but wonder if it would feel more so without the gloves in the way. A small voice in the back of your head boldly decided that you would request his bare hands the next time.

Next time… Would there even be a next time to speak of? You didn’t know, but you could hope.

Kakashi’s breath fanned your wildly beating pulse, smearing open-mouthed kisses in between words of encouragement. His voice was your guide when you couldn’t keep your eyes open. When you did finally find the resolve to pry them apart, you found your hand tangled at the roots of Obito’s midnight black hair.

He was working you closer and closer to the point of no return, wet slurps mingled with your moans of more and the steady rhythm of his fingers fucking into you. His wrist rotated suddenly, fingertips brushing that deep area of sensitive tissue that your own fingers could never reach.

“Oh. Fuck… right there. Obito, don’t stop.”

Both men jolted at your keening declarations; Obito glanced up with his chin shiny with the gloss of your making, cheeks flushed from where your thighs had crushed around his head, and Kakashi groaned deep in his throat.

His slender fingers lowered the neck of your dress and repeated the action with the cups of your bra. He licked his thumb and finger and rolled your nipple between, drawing it out taut until you whimpered and struggled. “Ah ah, don’t thrash. Look down and see how well my guard dog is eating you out, beloved.”

You tightened instinctively, squeezing around Obito’s fingers, who doubled down on the pace he stroked you to. His nose ground at the hood of your clit, tongue swiping left and right then up and down. He was losing his restraint, pushing into you only to be met by the force of you rutting your cunt into him. A growl rumbled in his chest at being called a guard dog, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.

Gods, you wanted to be full. To cum around more than just fingers and feel how they would react to you orgasming on their cock. Did you want your husband or Obito or… both? The thought alone tripped your orgasm into effect. You were barely aware of Obito pulling his wet fingers from your cunt to press his tongue into your fluttering hole instead, intent on catching every drop of your nectar and swallowing it greedily.

Kakashi cooed soft words in your ear, coaxing you through your high and stroking over your hair whilst you sobbed from the overwhelming and continued stimulation from the plush muscle digging into you in search of your slick. Those wet gloved hands gripped into the meat of your thighs, keeping you open and forcing you to endure what he wanted to give.

“Obito, enough. Let our little flower catch her breath.” You heard the command distantly, twitching and still seeking out grounding from your high.

Dazedly, you blinked and moaned anew at the expression written across Obito’s face. His cheeks were ruddy, lips swollen with blood and the lower half of his face streaked with a mixture of your arousal and his spit. His chest heaved with the struggle of retreating, every muscle in his body tense and straining and how badly you wanted to reach out and comfort him.

“Kashi, sweetheart, let me go to him?” You asked softly, turning so your words were in his ear, your lips on his neck. He regarded you with a look of unconditional love, eyes softened with affection and a smile decorating his lips which was a far cry from the cool power play of earlier.

He kissed you on the forehead, fixing your dress to cover your exposed breasts and lowering the hem. A lone finger traced the curve of your jaw, moving to brush over your lips and you caught him by surprise by pressing them to his and savouring the warmth of his mouth.

Kakashi was familiar with being touch-starved, as were you. It was something that helped to bind you together in those early days and you both recognised that Obito was also touch-starved and in need of a demonstration of how welcoming love and affection could be. He nodded, his nose nudging along yours and embracing you with delicate care.

“Show him how amazing it can feel. I trust you, both of you.” Kakashi added those final words loud enough for Obito to hear. His eyebrows pinched in confusion, but he had no time to assess the meaning when you slid from your husband’s lap only to be caught by Obito.

You wound your arms around his neck and settled your head right there in the crook. Twisting your fingers into the hairs at his nape, you pressed kisses to his shoulder until he finally placed his hands on your waist. His touch was unsure, body rigid with nerves and you could understand.

“Thank you, Obito… you made me feel more alive than I thought possible. Let me hold you, it’s okay.”

His chin dipped until his cheek rested on your shoulder and some of the tension drained from his body. It had meant to be a fantasy scenario of being shared but it would be so much more than that in time and you would discover this in the months to come.

For now, you calmed your racing heart and gave the man held in your arms a piece of you that was worth more than any orgasm. All under the watchful and loving eye of your husband, the master strategist…

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[mmurderhousewrites]

I NEED reader and Kakashi making out while reader is on his lap jesus fuck I've been so horny for him for weeks bro and I can't find anymore good fics that I haven't read 🥲

Yesss this is my first time writing for Kakashi too so i hope enjoy!

Warnings: making out, suggestive themes

Growing up together in the village and joining the ANBU together when you were teenagers, Your friends and people around the village weren't surprised when you and Kakashi finally made it Official. After all, you went through a lot with each other.

Your relationship was going pretty well but of course with Kakashi being Hokage and you still being an ANBU member the two of your wouldn't see each other for days and sometimes weeks.

In your case, the last 4 days you spent in Sunagakure dealing with your own private mission. So of course it was ideal for you to sneak into the Hokage's office and visit your boyfriend when you got back.

Sitting on Kakashi's lap, your tongues clash against each other as you battle each other for dominance. Your couldn't help but grind against his lap, feeling his growing erection under you.

Kakashi groans into your mouth, arms wrapping around you waist to pull your body closer. You pull away for a second, looking down at this beautiful being you called a boyfriend.

"Should we go home?" You question, grinding against his bulge.

"No i think we should stay right here" he says scooching you back a bit, giving him space to unzip his pants. "You're gonna sit right here while i finish up, okay princess?" He raises an eyebrow, smirking.

Your cheeks are for sure a shade of red at this point. You nod your head, biting your lip, "Okay."

Let's just say the guards watching the Hokage mansion that night definitely cannot look either you and Kakashi in the eyes anymore.

#kakashi #kakashi lemon #kakashi smut #kakashi hatake #kakashi x reader #naruto smut #naruto #sasuke #sasuke smut #itachi uchiha #itachi smut #sasuke uchiha #naruto uzumaki #shikamaru nara #shikamaru smut #obito smut #obito uchiha smut

[icameheretoreadstuff]

Tobi is not here anymore

Pairing: Tobi/Obito x F!Reader Warnings: 18+! MDNI!, NSFW, Smut with feelings, Teasing, Cockwarming, Oral, Sub/Dom, Wet and Messy, Bondage, multiple orgasm, youre very bendy, friends to Lovers, unprotected sex. Summary: How much do you have to tease Tobi before Obito comes out to play, or fuck you dumb on his cock? A/N: masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr.

Tobi was sitting on the couch when you walked into the room, you closed the door and locked it as you had a smug look on your face. "Y/n-senpai! what are you up to?" he sang "want to try to scare Deidara again?" you chuckled as you shaked your head. "You know, I'm more in the mood to something else, I mean you should now" you smirked as you walked over to him. He smirked behind the mask as he thought to himself finally he sent you begging for his dick, he loved teasing you and it had become this twisted fun game of his.

He knew you wanted him bad, you weren't exactly good at hiding it as you thought you were. "Why don't you open up your coat" you said as you opened yours and revealed black pants and a tight black sweater hugging your breast. He bit his lip behind the mask as he saw your curves, your breasts and everything he had been dreaming of.

"y/n-senpai, youre being naughty~" you smiled at his answer as you dropped your coat to the floor "I know you saw me just a couple of minutes ago" you said, and he crossed his arms and his head leaned to the side "what did y/n-senpai see?" he asked you suprised and giggled behind his hand "pleasuring myself" you said and he dropped his hand as you leaned over to him and grabbed his coat with one hand "I didn't get to finish and it's your fault for teasing me so fucking bad, so I can't help but wanting to return the favor" you grabbed the zipper to open his coat when he instantly grabbed your hand and stopped you.

You couldn't see the smirk behind his mask or the hard dick he was hiding, throbbing and begging for your mouth. "Are you gonna be a good boy and behave?" you purred. He couldn't help himself, the image of you touching yourself was burned into his brain, going on replay. He was actually about to jerk off thinking about you before you came in here. You could hear him swallow as his chest began to heave "maybe~" he teased.

He had been teasing you for days now, you were sexually frustrated to say the least and then you caught him peeking when you tried to relief yourself. Your legs were spread and you were moaning his name as he was sitting outside the window behind a tree peeking, he caught you off guard so you had to stop. He disappeared and you got pissed to say the least. And here you are now, infront of him and it felt like he's still trying to mess with your head.

You smirked "Now it's my turn to tease you" you said as you tried to open up his coat "let go of my hand" you said calmly "now" you spat, warning him. "ok~" he said chipper. You smirked as he let go of your hand and you opened his coat. Your mouth fell open as you saw what he was hiding underneath, litterally leaving nothing to your imagination.

His pants was hugging his large fat dick. He smiled behind the mask as he was loving every moment of seeing your reactions. You let out a silent moan as you licked your dry lips.

He silently cursed as he wanted to taste your lips so bad, he wanted to taste your toungue and his dick was throbbing for attention.

"Damn tobi" you smirked as you leaned back and took off your pants, reavling your bare clit. He melted at the sight of your clit and instantly he lifted his hips as he flipped out his cock, making sure to hide his scars. "Good boy" you smiled as you sat down to your knees.

He stared at you mouth as you slowly looked up at him, leaned forward and stuck out your tounge and tasted his sweet precum while keeping eyecontact. He loved that you were circling your toungue around his tip while keeping eyecontact. You felt his precum was like a candy you couldn't get enough off, It tastes so sweet.

You eagerly licked up every drop like it was worth millions and He leaned his head back into the couch. You inhaled his length like you were starving, humming as you made his dick wet from your drool.

He hummed at your mouth hugging his dick, bobbing your head. He melted as he enjoyed the sight of you finally sucking his dick. You pushed your mouth deeper until you felt his balls under your chin "This is teasing?" he struggled badly to say, sending sparks throughout your body. You took his throbbing cock out of your mouth. He looked down at you closely, curious about what you had planned next.

"no" you said and straddled him. You grabbed both his hands and tied them up behind his head fast. "I'm just getting started" you placed his dick into your folds. The instant touch sent him flying, he stared at your lips as he tried not to even breathe funny. He let out a sigh as your clit felt too good.

You moved his dick twoards your entrance as he tried to push up his hips. You held his cock tight "I'm in charge" you said as he tried his hardest not to make a sound "I decide when you can fuck me" you smirked "So be a good boy and listen to me" he chuckled in a low deep voice which sent a surge deep inside you.

You noticed something in him change for a moment, but he went back instantly back to Tobi, "I like your sweet pussy" he said cheerfully as Tobi. You wanted him badly but also you wanted him to open up to you. You smirked as you thought you just have to tease him enough to talk in his real voice, you just wanted to fuck him raw and real, and if he was hiding something youre just gonna have to tease it out of him.

You placed his cock back to your entrance and slowly sat down on his cock, trying to adjust to his length. He couldn’t help but to let out silent deep groans through his mask which made you even more motivated on teasing him.

You moaned as you slowly felt his dick fill you up "Fuck youre big" you huffed as you leaned flushed into his chest as you kissed his neck. His dick was leaving no room to spare at all, hugging your tight walls perfectly. "you wanna know what I was thinking about?" you began as you grabbed his hands and pushed them towards the wall.

He loved seeing you take control like this, letting you think you have the upper hand was so amusing to him.

"Before you rudely interrupted me, instead of joining me" you said and tightened your core as he felt his dick being squeezed inside you, causing him to try his best to not let out any more deep groans but he couldn't help himself as he let out a deep moan.

He knew you had already noticed something was up, your tight walls were making it pretty hard for him to keep up. And the fact you weren't moving were just driving him more horny for you.

"I thought about your hands all over my body" you let your free hand wander, touching his muscles "I thought about riding you like this" you moaned as you moved your hips slowly thrusting him once. He couldn't help himself as he let out a deep groan.

You pinned his hands hard to the wall, he chuckled in a deep voice and let out a groan, which sent shivers down your spine. You closed your eyes hard shut as you wanted to touch your clit so bad, but you knew if you did you would climax way too soon. "I thought about your dick deep inside me like this" you whispered into his ear.

His precum and your wet clit was already soaking up his pants. You thrusted slowly up and then down as you grinded onto his pelvis and you could hear the wet noises, which was driving him insane. You stopped thrusting, He leaned his head back and let out a deep moan.

His entire chakra changed yet again, like an off switch you were teasing, on and off. His dark voice ecchoed inside your head. You wanted more, the thought of hearing his dark voice would burn into your memory forever, you knew you would be touching yourself while hearing his deep moans on replay inside your head. But it wasn't enough, You wanted more. No, you craved more.

You tightned your core and thrusted slowly up and then you thrusted hard down once more before you stopped. At this point he didn't care anymore, he switched off Tobi. You couldn't see his face, but it didnt matter. He wasn't Tobi anymore, He was definitely gone.

"Do you know how much I wanna fuck you right now?" he said with his normal voice, You moaned at his words and slowly began to thrust down before you managed to stop and tired your best to not thrust onto him again as you tried to breathe calmly.

He wanted to rip up the knot and just grab your ass and fuck you until you got speechless: litterally dumb on his fat cock. His dick was throbbing and begging for more speed, you were going too fucking slow and were definitely teasing him real bad.

"Your voice is so fucking sexy" you leaned twoards his clothed neck and kissed him onto his neck, you leaned up "I wonder how good your lips taste" you hummed into his ear.

He cursed under his breath as he smirked, he wanted to fuck you right the fuck now and he wanted to taste your sweet lips, he wanted you to moan into his mouth so he could taste your moans.

"You know at some point" he said with his delicious deep voice "I'm going to rip up this knot and fuck you stupid, right?" you couldn't help yourself as his voice was such a turn on as you automatically began to thrusted onto his dick "yeah?" you moaned "I'm not repeating myself and I'm not your fucktoy" you huffed as you began to thrust faster, feeling more turned on more and more the more he talked. he began to huff as he smirked behind his mask "If anything, youre fucking mine." you started to loose it as you thrusted down hard, shaking your ass down onto his cock.

He could see your breast jumping up and down with each thrust "you want me to fuck you real good and fast?" he cooes "show you how to properly fuck someone?" he hissed, you were struggling and could feel your control over him slip away "tobi" you moaned as you felt you were close "Fuck me" you moaned.

He looked behind him and saw it was dark outside "enough" he said seriously and ripped open the knot "it's your turn being tied up" he smirked and grabbed both of your hands and tied them behind your back before you could say or do anything "you're my fucktoy"

He grabbed a glass that was standing in the window and threw it across the room turning off the lights. "Fuck Tobi" you winced. It felt like he had you wrapped around his finger. He took off his coat, and his tight sweatshirt and then he took off his mask. You couldn't see his face but you were too fucked out to care anyway.

He finally crashed his lips into yours, he was hungry and starving as he could taste your sweet tounge. You melted into his kisses as you couldn't help but to want more- He moaned as he grabbed your waist and pulled you flushed into him, then he gripped your waist and thrusted you down onto his cock. You moaned into his lips as his hips were clapping hard up into you.

Your moans and your rough make out session sent you over the edge, you felt a surge throughout your body as your breath became short but deep, rapidly. "Cum on my dick, let me taste your moans" he hummed "yes, just like that" he cooes as you climaxed "good girl" he cooes as he smirked and spanked your ass hard.

You ripped open your hands and wrapped your hands around his neck as you let your fingers grip tightly onto his hair, leaning his head into the couch. "mfh" he moaned as you continued to make out with him. You stood still as he wrapped his hands around your waist hard, while making out with him as he continued to slam up into you while moaning into your lips as he climaxed deep inside you.

He panted as he smirked at you, you could see the moonlight hitting his smirk. He noticed this and looked into your eyes unsure of how you would react.

You couldn't care less as you leaned down and kissed him. He hummed as your sweet kisses and it began to grow into another makeout session, he moaned as his hips began to thrust slowly into you once more.

His cum was dripping out of you as he thrusted up into you. You leaned back and threw off your top, he groaned as he leaned forward and kissed your nipple, sucked it and moved over to the other one.

He licked and sucked as he grabbed the other one with one hand as he thrusted into you. You cupped his face and kissed him as you both went eagerly back to making out. The wet noises coming from where you both are connected sent you over the edge as you moaned "Fuck me harder" you huffed "please."

He lifted you up, holding your thighs and laid you down onto the bed nearby. He threw off the rest of his clothes as he crawled over you. He slipped His hard cock into you and rolled his hips as he kissed your neck, "please, fuck-" before you could finish your sentence his hips snapped and he thrusted slammed hard into you.

He let out moans and groans as he fucked you so hard you felt unable to form sentence, "fuck babe~" he moaned which sent you over to the edge as you climaxed once more, your sweet release was like an addiction to him, he couldn't get enough.

He slowed down "you're done allready?" you teased, He chuckled and put your legs up on his shoulders as he slipped his hard cock inside you and he leaned forward pinning you down and kissed you "I'm not nearly done" he hummed in his deep voice, his cock pushed deep inside you as his pelvis was now grinding onto your pelvis.

He let out a groan as he grabbed your thighs and pushed them deeper down until your knees hit the matress. He began to thrust hard into you with no warning, clapping his hips hard into you, You grabbed his muscled arms as you felt you were close "I~" you managed to say before you climaxed.

He groaned as he slowed down and pushed his dick deeper. You gasped silently as he thrusted his dick hard into you. The clapping sounds turned faster, his balls were now spanking you. He moaned as the wet sounds, his hips clapping into you and rough needy kisses sent him over the edge as he climaxed for the second time into you.

He pulled out and collapsed beside you while huffing "Do you have anything I can clean myself up with?" you asked him as you were holding onto your pussy for not spilling any more than you already have.

He raised out of the bed, walked around and grabbed you in bridal style as he walked twoards a door. It was dark, so you couldn't quite see him but then he opened a door, the bathroom was still lit.

He let you down and you didn't turn to look at him. You instantly turned the light off as the moonlight was hitting the floor. you could sense he was standing right behind you. You walked over to the shower and turned it on "join me?" you said in a calm tone.

You could feel your heart beat as he walked across the moonlight twoards you. Your eyes were locked as he stood there in the moonlight for a moment, you let out your hand and waved him over "come here already" you said and he walked over to you, you cupped his face and stood under the warm water hitting your body as you kissed him deeply.

"why" he asked in his deep voice "I don't care, I like you" you said honestly and looked up at him. He looked down into your eyes seriously as he leaned down and wrapped you into his arms and kissed you while sighing happily.

#obito smut #obito uchiha smut #obito uchiha #obito x reader #obito x you #naruto fanfic #naruto smut #english is not my first language #english is not my native language #naruto #fanfiction #naruto fanfiction #narutoverse #obito headcanons #naruto obito #obito fanfiction #obito x y/n #obito thirst #naruto imagines #naruto oneshot #obito imagines #uchiha obito #uchiha smut #uchiha x reader #uchiha clan

[honeybeedrabble]

Kinktober Day 7- Stuck in a wall: Obito x AFAB!Reader

CW: Obito x AFAB!reader, improper use of kamui, spanking, choking, slight degradation, hinted overstimulation, unprotected piv (don’t be stupid), cream pie (don’t be stupid) p*rn with no plot, lmk what i missed

18+ MDNI

You were trapped in his kamui, well… at least half of you was.

“Ngh- fuck, right there!” You whimpered, your voice falling on deaf ears as you spoke into the void that was Obitos escapist reality. You felt a presence behind you, his portal to his dimension opening up so he could hear your pretty moans.

“Shoulda done this a long time ago… I can fuck you while I’m here and if anyone tries to hurt you i can just kamui your pretty ass outta here.” He gave your ass a smack and you tried reaching out for the white marble that was the flooring of Obitos kamui realm. It was weird, looking and touching the white blocks for support in some fucked up prison that was in his mind, while your feet were planted firmly in the grass back on earth. Never the less, the fucking you got was proper and the reality of it happening in two places at the same time was utterly erotic.

“Mmm… fuck, you’re practically dripping down my leg baby,” he hummed, rutting into you. You clawed the matte, white pillar, nails dragging back down to your sides due to the hardness of the rock.

“O-obito… keep going. I’m so close…” you whimpered.

Obito gripped your waist hard, his cock hitting just the right spots while his other hand reached into the kamui circle and gripped your throat. You gasped, airways blocked as you sputtered into the abyss. Your face felt hot, your legs weak, and your cunt pained in only the best way.

“Fuck yeah, take it. take it just like that. The things I’d do to see that pretty little fucked out face of yours right now.” He muttered, hips stuttering as his cock bulged in your stomach. You reached a hand down to feel his outline and he grunted.

“Yeah… Yeah, you feel that?” He smirked, picking up his pace and choking you out even harsher. You tried speaking but his grip on your throat has you only letting out broken moans as your slickened walls clamped down tight on his shaft. He laughed.

“I can’t hear you,” he teased, smacking your asscheek. He loosened his grip and you gasped for air, shaking in his portal. “Such a dirty girl, y’know? Begging me to fuck you in not one realm but two? I should’ve known you were gonna be trouble.”

He pounds into you as far as he can until he’s balls deep with each thrust, his balls slapping against your clit each time you two fully connect. He has a sadistic smile across his face as he watches your legs give out, held upright by the portal. He thrusts into you one last time before he cums deep inside of you with a groan that came booming from his chest. You clench around him, drooling all over the white platform and moaning into the endless abyss.

“Fuck…” he hissed, pulling his hard cock out of you and watching your shared cum dribble out of your poor hole and onto the backs on your thighs. He pulled you out of the kamui, your back flush to his chest.

“Look at the mess you made, it’s a good thing it was out here and not in there. I’d have a lot of explaining to do next time I throw someone in there.”

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[vulpisnocturna]

13 WITH OBITO PLS😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 but maybe actually obito wanting his friends to know what he’s doing with reader👀

Oohhh let me see

Link to NSFW prompt list

13) character playing a video game with their friends on a call. Reader arrives and tries to have sex with character while telling them to continue playing. character now has to keep quiet or else their friends will hear them.

Warnings: oral sex (m receiving), masturbation, vaginal sex, light exhibitionism

NSFW - Minors do not interact

You were bored off your mind. Obito had been playing with his friends for hours, and the screams he let out when he was in a pinch made you roll your eyes. It was already midnight, and you had even worn some cute lingerie you’d bought as you waited for him to finish playing and give you some attention, but he was not dying, and his games were lasting something like forty minutes each. You huffed, chewing your lip as you debated going to bed. But you wouldn’t even be able to fall asleep, all because he was being so loud. Therefore, you devised a different plan. If he wasn’t going to give you any attention, you would make him pay for it. You smirked, looking at yourself in the tall floor mirror of your shared bedroom. The lace of the bralette was sinful, and your ass looked amazing in those panties. You knew Obito went crazy for lingerie, and you knew he was not a man with a lot of restraint when it came to sex. You grinned, tiptoeing to the living room and peering over the door to see if he was on a video call. But although his mic was connected and placed in front of him on the coffee table, he hadn’t connected a webcam. You used the lack of awareness of his surroundings on his part to your advantage, sauntering over to the sofa and nestling yourself between his legs. Obito did not see you at first, and when he felt your head plop down on his thigh, his hand went to mute his mic, but he did not look at you as his fingers tapped the buttons of his controller at a crazy speed.

‘What’s up, baby?’ he asked, his brow furrowed in concentration as he continued to play.

‘I want to play too’ you said, looking at him and smirking.

‘You hate League’ he said, stealing a glance at you.

Obito had expected everything but to see you nearly naked, wearing the most beautiful, flimsy lingerie he had ever seen in his life. You looked up at him, giving him a sultry look as you ran your hand on his thigh. Obito swallowed, giving very brief glances to the game whenever his friends shouted in his ear that he was making them lose.

‘I was thinking something a little different’ you murmured, closing in on his already semi-hard cock.

‘Baby… let me tell them I’m going’ he made a move for the mic, but you stopped his hand, all the while palming his cock.

‘You want to play so badly? Then play. You’d better be quiet if you don’t want them to hear you’ you said, and Obito felt his cheeks redden as he watched you take his cock out of his pants and stroke it gently, watching as it hardened in your hand.

‘Turn. On. Your. Mic’ you drawled, and Obito wet his lips, groaning softly as you swiped your thumb over the tip of his cock before he went back to the game.

‘Sorry guys- had to pause for a sec’ he said, voice slightly strained as you squeezed gently and twisted your hand as you stroked him.

Not making any sound was becoming harder and harder by the minute, but when he caught a glimpse of your tongue lolling out of your mouth and lapping at his cock, he couldn’t contain a small groan.

‘You good, Obito?’ he heard his friend say, and his eyes narrowed, his cock twitching despite everything at the idea of being discovered. Of them knowing you were licking his cock that very moment. Kitten licks across the tip and your tongue pressing on the underside, your hand continuing to stimulate the base of his cock, your pretty eyes on him. God he wanted to praise you so badly. Wanted to tell you just how pretty you looked, how sexy you were.

When your hot, wet mouth engulfed him, Obito took a sharp breath, his blood roaring in his ears as you hollowed your cheeks, letting your saliva coat his cock as you bobbed your head forward and back, your free hand going down to play with your clit underneath your lacy knickers. Obito almost came at that sight alone.

‘Mhh-mhh’ he answered his friend when he asked him again, his hips jerking as you sank on him until your nose was against his pelvis.

Christ.

Obito wanted to die. You let out a quiet moan, and his lips parted in bliss at the vibration of your voice, his vision getting hazy as he stole a glance at your fingers pumping inside you. He wanted to do it. He wanted to make you straddle his face and feel you suck his cock at the same time. Wanted to watch you ride his cock and see the way your perfect tits bounced in front of his face. He was breathing a little more heavily now, trying to contain himself, his orgasm so close as you sucked and licked and made your mouth even tighter for him.

And then you stopped. Obito groaned softly, almost throwing the controller when you took your lingerie off and climbed on his lap, straddling him.

Oh, he almost didn’t care if they heard. You were such a sight as you sank on his cock, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your teeth digging in the flesh of your bottom lip, your tight little cunt engulfing him and milking his cock. He gave a jerk of his hips that made you jolt as a whimper escaped you.

‘You heard that? Who was that?’ his friends asked, and Obito bit hard on the curve of your neck as you started riding him, grinding on him and taking your own pleasure. His hips snapped into yours with every thrust, and he angled his pelvis to better reach the little place that made you moan like a slut all the time. Let them hear, he thought. Let them hear what his cock did to you.

He removed one hand from the controller to pinch one of your nipples before he went back, and a shit-eating grin was plastered on his face when you couldn’t help but moan.

‘Obito, you watchin’ porn or somethin?’ one of his friends asked, and he smirked at you as your eyes widened.

‘Is that why you’re doing so shit today?’ another one laughed. Obito scoffed, letting himself get swarmed by all the minions.

‘My girl’s being needy’ he said, revelling in your sweet little whimper and your flushed cheeks.

‘The fuck you doin’ playing League then?’ they laughed and Obito sighed, making you moan again with a snap of his hips.

‘I’ll go now. Try not to jerk off to my girl’ he said, muting the mic and throwing the controller on the sofa, slapping your ass and making you mewl.

‘Filthy girl. Did you want them to hear you moan for my cock? You’re so dirty’ he pulled your hair, taking control as he slammed his hips into you, making you moan loudly.

‘Oh, you are going to pay for this little stunt you pulled’

#don’t come at me for league #i hate it so much #and i know very little about it #obito uchiha #obito smut #obito uchiha smut #uchiha obito #obito x reader #obito x y/n #obito x you #naruto smut #obito imagines

[doingitforbokuto]

First Date

-> OBITO UCHIHA X READER (MODERN AU)

Summary: You go on your first date with Obito. He is nervous you won't like his looks, but he couldn't be more wrong. You know just the thing that will show him how attractive you find him.

Words: 4,129

Warnings: mentions of masturbation, semi-public blow job

Obito scratched the surface of the restaurant table he was sitting at. It was made of thick wood, covered in a thin layer of varnish. Obviously well used, it was a testament of how popular and old the restaurant was, still doing well even after all those years. There were other scratches on it, from both knives and fingernails. He let his own nails trace over the already existing lines before starting to create his own. He almost felt a little bad. After all, it wasn't the wood's fault that he was as nervous as he was. You were. 

The reason he was sitting at this table in the first place was because you two were going on a date. Obito had not been on a date in ages so he was nervous enough to start with, adding the fact that he really liked you into the mix was certainly not helping. 

A couple of months ago, a mutual friend had the genius idea of giving you Obito's number since the two of you would (quote) "totally make the perfect couple!". Both of you knew that that was just code for "you seem lonely because you haven't been on a date in a while so now I am trying to set you up with other lonely, miserable people". But neither of you really tried to argue it because, well, it was true. You were lonely, and you did crave the intimacy that came with dating someone. Like having someone to talk to about your day, someone who you could rely on, every day. That's why you ended up actually texting him, even though it was so weird at first. Both of you knew why this was happening and that it was only a half-hearted attempt at getting to know each other - at best. 

At least, that's what it used to be. After just a couple of hours of texting with one another you two came to realize that maybe, just maybe, your friend had not been so entirely wrong about you making a good couple. You found yourself smiling at your phone whenever a message from Obito popped up, Obito found himself thinking about you when he was at work, longing for a break to shoot you another text. Your eyes were glued to your phone screen almost constantly until you started sharing phone calls too. If you had not been in love before, you definitely were now. 

His voice was so calming and deep, you could practically imagine how his chest had to rumble every time he spoke. It did not help with your fantasies at all, you imagined yourself laying on his chest, imagined the way he would sound in bed, even. When he sent you a voice memo one morning right after waking up, with his voice still thick with sleep, you almost lost it. All you wanted was for you to finally, finally be able to see him, touch him after so many weeks of longing for him. You wanted to feel his warm skin, smell his cologne and hear his voice without the phone line distorting it ever so slightly. 

Even though Obito felt the same, he was the one who avoided meeting you in real life. He liked talking to you, he liked your humor and your advice, he liked you. And you liked him, he knew that - that much was more than clear. But that was just for now. There was no guarantee that you would still like him after you had come face to face with him. That was what he was most scared of: The way you would look at him, the things you would see in his scarred, distorted face. 

Until now, you only knew what he looked like from descriptions. Your friend had told you that he had an accident some time ago and that almost half his body was covered in scars. Obito knew that you knew that much. But you had not seen a picture of him yet, as Obito didn't have a profile picture with his face on it. He had even asked his friend if they had showed you one - which they hadn't. You were understanding of the fact that he might be insecure because of his condition but that didn't still your curiosity, it didn't stop you from imagining his looks based on the description your friend had given you. 

You would think about how his disheveled black hair would feel under your touch, how you would run your fingers through it when you cuddled. You would think about your fingers tracing his back, one hand feeling smooth, soft skin, the other one hard scar tissue. You would think about looking into dark, black eyes in the dim light of the morning after having him stay the night. You would think about kissing him, feeling the scars on his lips catch onto yours. You couldn't stop thinking about him. 

So, after what you felt was enough time to make him trust you, be comfortable around you, you asked Obito to go out with you. The first time, he declined by giving you a very obviously fake excuse as to why he couldn't make it. It bruised your ego, to say the least. But you knew that this had to be hard for Obito, maybe you hadn’t given him enough time yet. What you didn't know though, was that that night, Obito laid awake thinking about you. 

Yes, he was scared that you might reject him once you saw him. But what if you didn't? What if you still liked him? What would you say, once you saw him - all of him? How would you touch him? 

Unbeknownst to him, his own thoughts mirrored yours. His mind was full of images of you two hugging, kissing.. touching. But he would never tell you about that. He would certainly never tell you about the fact that he imagined your voice while he fisted his cock that night. Or about how he imagined how warm and soft your mouth would feel around him. Or about how all he wanted to do was paint your pretty face white with his cum. Or about how he came wishing it was your hand touching him, not his. He would never tell you all that. 

No, he would rather wait a couple of days to gather all his courage to ask you out. As much as he was scared, avoiding you and not meeting you would be worse for him than his looks. And that's how he ended up in this restaurant, tormenting the poor table in front of him as he waited for you to arrive. 

It was a good spot to get food, well visited but never so full that it was uncomfortably crowded or too loud. He made a good choice, if he did say so himself. He was so uncharacteristically early, he surprised himself. He didn't have anything else to do all day except for the date to come around and he was so nervous, he just needed to get out of the confines of his apartment. For twenty minutes he had already been sitting there, taking small sips out of his glass and shooting scared glances towards the poor door. But so far, you had failed to come in and save the door from his stare by pulling it onto yourself. 

Obito sighed. Maybe this had been a bad idea. With his luck, this was all gonna go downhill anyway. Maybe you wouldn't even come around? Maybe you never wanted to see him at all. Maybe you were just playing with him! Just when he started contemplating the biggest dick-move ever, ghosting a lovely girl like you by simply leaving, the door swung open like it had finally had enough of Obito staring at it, finally giving him what he wanted: You. 

You looked even better than your pictures, making Obito straighten his back in an attempt to look less disheveled than usual - he didn't know what it was, but it was never possible for him to look.. polished. Something about him was always a little bit out of place, a little bit wild, boyish. Maybe it would add to his charm?

Your eyes found him quickly and to his surprise, a big smile appeared on your lips. With quick steps you managed to get through the labyrinth of tables separating the two of you until you were standing right in front of him, smile still plastered on your face. 

"Hey," you breathed out. 

"Hi." He got up to greet you properly, surprised when you even leaned in for a hug. He did not expect you to be so friendly right after seeing him for the first time. And even though the hug was short and admittedly, a little awkward, it felt good. Being close to you felt good.

"Sorry," you said as you pulled away to sit down on the other side of the table, "have you been waiting for long?" 

"Oh, no." He sat back down himself, trying to cover up the scratches he had created on the table just before you arrived. "I'm usually the one that arrives after everyone else." 

"Yeah, I heard that," you laughed. "But you're here early?" 

Even with the dim lights, Obito did not miss the blush that started to spread over you. 

"Well.." He could feel himself starting to blush in return. "I was really excited to see you." 

"Yeah, me too." 

Both of your voices were just a whisper now. You had talked so much before, about how much you liked each other, but doing it in person.. it was so personal, almost too personal. 

Obito's nervousness proved itself to be uncalled for. Even though you had seen his face now, there was no sign of disgust or repulsion. Of course, your eyes inevitably slid over the scars a couple of times, unsure of what to do. It was only natural for people to want to look at them since they stood out like that, Obito knew that. And you were now faced with the same problem everyone else was: Look at them and make it obvious that you are focusing on them? Or not look at them at all and make it obvious that you are purposefully avoiding them? It was a thin line one had to tiptoe with him, but as long as you didn't stare, he was fine with whatever choice you made. Surprisingly, he found that he actually liked having your eyes on him, with your soft, loving gaze. You had him hooked already. 

"So," you asked. "What dishes can you recommend?" 

"Okay, so.." 

Obito moved a little to the side, as did you. Both of you were leaning over the table to look into the same menu. His fingers drifted over the paper to point at his favorite dishes. You could hear his breath, smell his cologne, see the blush on his face whenever he looked at you through his lashes. He had even more charisma now than he did over text. He was funny, charming and there was always some level of admiration and even innocence in his eyes when he looked at you. Like every time he saw you he reassured himself that you were actually there, with him, for him. Like he was relieved every time. 

You were sure you didn't look as innocent as he did. You tried not to ogle him but you just couldn't turn your gaze away. Not when he looked the way that he did while waiting for someone to bring your food. He was relaxed in his seat, leaning back, one arm tossed over the backrest of the chair next to him. The other one was reaching for his glass which he occasionally lifted to his lips to take a sip that made his Adam's apple bob. You were sure that under the table, his legs were spread out comfortably, taking up space he knew no one else needed. His shirt was well-filled out by his biceps and pulled taut over his chest as it moved in sync with his breaths. You wondered how his pants must look under the table. You were almost tempted to bend down and take a look. 

As much as you tried not to stare at him too much, it was impossible. There was no hiding and you were sure that at this point, Obito had noticed the way you looked at him, his lips, his hands, his arms and chest - any part of him you could see, really. But he didn't mention it. Until the very end of your meal, until after he had paid and offered to drive you home since you came by cab, he did not say a word about your stares. 

You walked beside him to his car and tried to ignore the way your shoulders bumped into each other and his hand brushed against yours. Did he do that on purpose? Was it the way your body naturally gravitated towards his? Or was it both? After all, it was undeniable that both of you were drawn towards each other. Both of you wanted to feel the presence of the other one. The amount of time you had spent at dinner was a testament to this. You two had been unwilling to leave the other's side.

The restaurant was almost empty by the time you got up, as was the parking lot. When Obito had arrived, it had been almost completely full and he had made it just in time to snag the last empty space. It was a warm summer evening, many people were letting loose and not in the mood to cook and eat at home. 

Now, there was only one other car left. The metal of Obito's car shone in the yellow light of the street lamps, as did his face when you glanced at him. 

"What?" Obito smiled as he met your gaze. Now seemed to be the time he was tired of waiting, tired of letting you do as you pleased. He wanted answers - though he probably knew them already. He just wanted to hear you say it. 

"You.." You looked away as you felt your face getting hotter. "You just look really good." You started fiddling with your shirt before looking back at him. "I don't know why you were so nervous before meeting me." 

"Yeah?" He leaned against his car, now that you had reached it. "So you think I look.. good?" 

His voice was low and his arms were crossed in front of his chest, making him seem even bigger, his biceps bulging even more than before. It was unfair how good he looked. His looks, his smell, his charisma.. it was like a drug to you. You didn't just want him, you needed him. Even though you had only just met him, he already had you hooked. It was like he had his own gravity surrounding him and he was pulling you into his orbit until you were crashing into him. And so you did. 

Your lips smacked against his, your hands went to his arms that unfolded from his chest. They opened to welcome you as you smashed into him. The force of it shook you and his car but neither of you were bothered by it. His arms wrapped around your waist and you could finally, finally feel his body heat against yours. The layers of clothing you were wearing did nothing to hide your erratic heartbeats. Chest pressed to chest, you could feel his pulse thrum against your own ribcage and you were sure Obito could say the same - if you would let him speak. 

The kiss quickly got more and more intense and before long Obito's tongue was prodding your mouth. It slipped in easily as you parted your lips at his request. It felt even better than you had imagined. The kiss had you weak in the knees and even though you were already leaning onto Obito, he still had to hold you up with his strong arms around you. His hands moved from your waist, one up to your shoulder, the other lower until it reached the curve of your ass. All you were able to do in return was moan into his mouth. You would let him do whatever he wanted right now, as long as it felt as good as this. 

Somehow, during the kiss, Obito managed to move the two of you onto the other side of the car, facing away from the restaurant. Not everyone needed to see the two of you making out in the parking lot like horny teenagers. 

And while he was at it, he switched your positions, now you were the one leaning onto the car and he was pressed against you. His body caged you in and you were unable to go anywhere other than into him. His hands started roaming your body, one traveling up and down your stomach, the other one slipping towards your neck. He took full advantage of the new position where he could have you put your weight onto the car for support. You had already slipped down a little, but you were standing more steadily now. 

It took you a while to regain your strength and composure but when you did, you knew exactly what you wanted to do. His tongue in your mouth just wasn't enough, you had to have more. 

It was almost natural for you to slip out of his grasp and down to the ground. You didn't care about the dirt or about the way that the small stones and the hard concrete were digging into the flesh of your legs. All you could think about was Obito and how badly you wanted him. 

"Wait, wait.." Obito placed a hand on your head, careful not to use too much force. His eyes did not meet yours, instead they were frantically looking around. He was searching for anyone, an onlooker who could catch you two red handed. "What if someone sees?" 

Now he met your gaze. It didn't matter how nervous he was or how much he would try and tell you that this was probably a bad idea: He wanted this at least as much as you did - if not more. 

"I'll be quick." 

You looked up at him with big eyes, practically begging him to let you suck his dick. And who was he to deny a pretty thing like you? So with one last glance towards the restaurant he gave you a small nod. The hand on your head pushed you forward gently and you were all too eager to follow his lead as you nuzzled your face into his crotch. You were mouthing at his bulge before you had even started to unbuckle his belt. 

"Fuck, fuck.." 

Almost involuntarily he bucked his hips into your face while he closed his eyes. He couldn't wait to be in your warm, wet mouth. Neither could you, so you made quick work of his belt and zipper and with another quick motion, you pulled both his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock. 

"Hah, God.." 

You were gonna be the death of him. Not even a second after pulling him free your mouth was already on him. Little kisses littered his cock from tip to base just before you went ahead and licked a long, wet stripe back up again. 

"Fu-uck.." 

Obito was whispering now. This was all new to him. He hadn't been on a date in forever, much less had anyone sucked his cock in that time. He would have never dared to ask for a blow job in a fucking parking lot. Damn it, how was he supposed to deal with this? It was all too much, he felt too exposed to everything and everyone. Anyone could walk out and see you two. But at the same time, he had never felt closer to anyone than he did to you in this very moment. He knew that he had to trust you and just let you do what you were doing with him.

And God, did he want you to keep doing what you were doing. Your mouth was so warm, so welcoming. He didn't even remember what blow job's from other people felt like. Were they always this good? No, that couldn't be. He was sure he had never felt something this good in his life. 

Obito wanted to ask you - beg you to keep going, to please let him cum, but he just wasn't able to. All he could do was moan again and lean onto the car. With his forearm on top of it and his forehead resting against it, it was giving him the perfect angle to look down at you. It was hard to keep his eyes open, but it was worth it. Your lips created such a nice contrast against his pale skin and your hands looked so good against his thighs while you supported yourself on them.

"S-sweetheart.." 

His grip on the back of your head got tighter and you could tell that he was getting close.

"Hmm?" 

You let him slip out of your mouth to pepper kisses all over his length while you kept stroking him. 

"What is it, Obito?" 

Were you an angel? You had to be. With the way you were looking up at him with big doe eyes while pumping his cock with long, even strokes, you were making him feel as good as humanly possible. Even when you were so obviously teasing him, he couldn't thank you enough. At least, he wanted to thank you. But forming coherent sentences seemed a little too hard right now.

Instead, he just gripped his cock, with his hand wrapped around yours, and tapped the sensitive tip back against your lips. It was nothing short of him begging and if he could, he would go down on his knees now. But he figured that might make the whole blow job situation a little more complicated. 

You weren't ready to give in just yet. You wanted him to say it. But instead of telling him that, you just pressed another kiss on his tip and continued to give him your best "innocent" look. When he still didn't say it, you finally gave him a little help.

"What do you want, Obito?" 

Your voice sounded so insincerely confused, it was obvious to him what you wanted. But it was hard for him to say it. 

"Just.. ple- let me - please!" 

He really couldn't hold it together any longer. His hand had begun to uncontrollably pump his cock and he was dragging your hand with him, up and down his length. His eyes were screwed shut with the effort it took him not to move his hips, too. 

"Okay." You gave him yet another, reassuring kiss. "Okay. Just fuck me already."

And with that he was back in your mouth and this time, you were not stopping until you had given him your all. You tried to relax your throat as much as possible since you already felt his other hand coming down to your head already. He did not waste any time after you gave him the confirmation he needed. The knot in his abdomen was already pulled taut but the feeling of being able to just use your mouth to his desire was more than enough to finally make it snap. 

He pumped his hips a couple of times while he kept your head secure in his hands and he was already spilling his load into you. The moment his tip hit the back of your throat he could swear he was seeing stars. Maybe he even passed out, he could not recall. All he knew was that the next time he opened his eyes, his hands were still on your head and his forehead was resting on the car again. You had pulled away a little and were still busy swallowing the rest of his load that he had just released into you. A little bit had spilled and was rolling down your chin, but not for long. As you looked up at him, through half lidded eyes, you swept your thumb over it and pushed it back into your mouth. In front of you, Obito's cock jumped just from looking at you like that. He couldn't stop. He wanted to keep looking at you forever, take a picture of this very moment and frame it on his wall. (Preferably next to his bed.) 

"Thank you," he whispered and brushed his fingers over your cheeks. "You look really pretty right now, too." 

#obito #obito uchiha #obito x you #obito x reader #obito uchiha x you #obito uchiha x reader #obito smut #obito uchiha smut #obito x reader smut #lemon

[actuallysaiyan]

Please Please(Uchiha breeding kink headcanons)

warnings: breeding kink, unprotected sex, biting, smuttiness, possessiveness, Uchiha smutty goodness. a/n: This is inspired by @beneathstarryskies trying out a new format, so I had to try it out for myself. Part 1 of 2. Contains Shisui, Sasuke and Obito.

Shisui

Shisui never realized just how badly he needed to breed you until he came inside of you for the first time.

It was a mutual thing. It became the norm every time he fucked you. But the more you did it, the more he wanted you pregnant.

Shisui is loving and thorough, but he can be quite rough and passionate. It’s just within his nature.

“That’s my good girl.” Shisui pants as he pounds himself into you.

You don’t remember how many times you’ve actually cum. Tears are streaming down your face as you try to catch your breath. Shisui chuckles softly and he presses a kiss to your chapped lips. That fucked out look in your eyes makes his cock throb., and he has to look away before he blows his load too quickly. His face burrows in the crook of your neck. Those fast thrusts continue, filling the room with your skin slapping.

“If only you knew what you did to me. You know how crazy this little pussy makes me? Do you know that you’ve made me addicted to this?”

You whine and nod your head, but then you aren’t really sure you know what he’s talking about. Shisui bites down on the junction between your neck and your shoulder. It’s what sends you over the edge once more, and milks him dry.

Shisui is still shuddering minutes after his orgasm. And it doesn’t take long for his cock to get hard again.

Sasuke

Sasuke doesn’t want to admit how badly he wants to breed you. It’s just not really in his nature to talk about this.

The thought alone of this one act drives him insane. It’s just overwhelming. It makes him want to always be balls deep inside of you.

He gets feral. He needs the stimulation. He craves being that close to you. If you had a baby with him, it would be the ultimate act of your devotion to him.

“Shhh, take another load for me.” Sasuke mumbles, kissing you frantically.

You’ve been on this mattress for hours now. The air is so hot and thick. Your mouth is so dry, and your voice so hoarse. But Sasuke has so much more to give you. He needs this so badly. It feels like it’s been forever. He hates how much he’s been avoiding this. All to keep you out of his feelings. Sasuke wishes he could just be honest with himself sometimes. But it is so thrilling for him to be able to have you like this.

His cock pistons into you over and over, making you gasp and whimper. It’s too much. His thick head keeps bullying your poor sweet spot. His pubic bone brushes against your swollen clit with every thrust. You hear him chuckle darkly from time to time, and you know he’s just torturing you. Sasuke could have you cum a million times and it still wouldn’t be enough. There’s nothing better than your tight little walls trying to swallow his cock whole.

“Going to fuck a baby into you. You’d love that wouldn’t you?” Sasuke grunts as your walls pulse around him. “You’ll have no choice but to stay by my side.”

Obito

Obito didn’t even think he’d get the chance to love again, let alone the chance to have sex. It opened his mind to new possibilities.

You’re meant to be his little assistant in the Akatsuki, but really you are just a cocksleeve and Obito enjoys that a lot.

He doesn’t care if you’re only meant to be a stress reliever, he’s fallen for you so hard. He’s going to do all he can to get you pregnant.

“Obito, please. Slow down.” You plead but it falls on deaf ears. Obito is much too invested in his own pleasure at the moment.

He’s already made you cum. Now it’s his turn. He feels so fucking greedy when he just uses your little hole for his own pleasure. But Obito knows he’s not a selfish lover. He’ll make sure you get yours. And boy, did you ever. Obito will have you shuddering and shaking, but now that it’s his turn to cum, he just wants to rut into you over and over. He wants your little walls to squeeze his cock so tight. It’s all he thinks about when he’s not around you.

“Don’t be a brat. I want to cum now,” Obito says, and he thrusts into you harder. You cry out, your nails digging into his back.

His hips snap so quickly, you can barely catch your breath. His large hands hold tightly onto your hips, pulling you closer with every thrust. He’s never been so deep inside of you before. Something has just snapped deep inside of him. He’s going to get you pregnant this time. He has to. He wants it more than anything. He’ll think he’s an absolute failure and disappointment to his clan. This is the one thing he can do to prove he’s a true Uchiha.

“Fuck yes! I’m gonna fill you up!” He growls, and with a loud roar, he spills his seed deep inside of you.

If this doesn’t take hold, it’ll just turn into a longer round the next time.

#bacon.writes #uchiha clan #shisui uchiha #shisui uchiha x you #shisui uchiha x reader #shisui uchiha x y/n #sasuke uchiha #sasuke uchiha x you #sasuke uchiha x y/n #sasuke uchiha x reader #obito uchiha #obito uchiha x you #obito uchiha x reader #obito uchiha x y/n #uchiha breeding kink #uchiha clan smut #uchiha shisui #uchiha sasuke #uchiha obito #obito uchiha smut #shisui uchiha smut #sasuke uchiha smut #naruto #naruto shippuden

[hauntedhokage]

tempting

Obito Uchiha/F!Reader (modern!au)

summary: you’re back in town for winter break, enjoying a night with your friends before you’re fully stuck with your brother, his roommate, and whatever rules you’d be stuck following. maybe it’s the alcohol, but fucking the handsome stranger in the corner doesn’t seem like a bad idea

word count: 3k

warnings: slight age gap, (reader isn’t old enough to legally drink but over 18 and obito is like 26-27) underage drinking, public sex, dubcon (since they’ve both been drinking a lot), hair pulling 

You didn’t expect the fakes to work. You were glad they did, since you and your friends had paid too much money on some fake ids to get into a club. The tiny dresses probably helped with the bouncer who was checking ids at the door, definitely helped your small group get out of the cover charge, but once you’re in the bustling club your group is flocking to the bar before squeezing into one of the booths in the back to enjoy yourselves. You were all back in town for winter break, and you were going to enjoy this night before you were stuck in your older brother’s apartment with him and his roommate with nothing to do. 

You were three drinks in and definitely feeling the buzz, needing a brief break from dancing with a couple of your friends had you returning to the table where you had a glass of water calling your name. Once you’re seated you aren’t paying any attention to what’s happening around you, as you were very focused on trying to cool yourself down, until your friend leans in to giggle in your ear about how some guy was totally eyeing you, and you’re looking over your shoulder to try and see who. There’s additional information added, and your eyes find him rather quickly. Black shirt in the corner with dark hair, looked like the lead in one of the dramas that you and your best friend watched weekly. Eye contact is made, and the wink he sends your way has you giggling as you turn back to your friend to tell her that you were going to go to the bar and get another drink.

Luck is on your side when you feel a presence to your left and see the handsome stranger. He looks more familiar than just bearing resemblance to an actor, but you can’t place it and are too drunk to want to think about it more. It’d come to you eventually, for now you were going to enjoy the undivided attention of this older guy and hope he wasn’t creepy about it.

“What’re you drinking, sweetheart?” he asks in your ear, and you lean up to tell him what your drink of choice was as he signals for the bartender. He orders two, you assume the other for himself, along with two shots and you pull your bottom lip between your teeth when you feel his hand on your hip. “I’ve had my eye on you all night, you’re really hot.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” That hand moves lower, to the hem of your short dress, and your eyes widen slightly at the feeling of his skin against yours. His fingers play with the hem of your dress as your drinks are set down, and he’s telling the bartender to put it on his tab before he carefully raises his shot glass as you pick up the other. The two glasses clink together before you’re throwing them back, his going down with much more ease than yours, and he’s chuckling at the way you cringe as the alcohol burns its way down your throat. 

“You’re very cute,” he teases, helping you up onto the stool that was just vacated and moving in closer. His hand stays on your thigh, fingertips just under your dress with his touch feelings as if it burns him your skin as you bring the straw to your lips. “But you know that.”

“Do I?” you ask around the straw, sucking the alcohol into your mouth and biting on the plastic when he leaned in closer. 

“I just told you, so yeah.” You aren’t even thinking about how quickly you’re drinking your drink and how badly doing so couldend for you, but you didn’t have a response to this man who was watching you so intensely while drinking his own drink. “Bet you’ve got a line of dudes wanting to be where I am.”

“I don’t see them anywhere,” you counter, pushing your glass away once you realize it was empty. Tomorrow would be rough but tonight you were interested in where things went with this guy. “I only see you.” 

“Maybe I scared ‘em all off,” he muses, and you shrug while sliding off the stool. “D’ya wanna dance?”

You’re being led out to the middle of the dancefloor before your agreement fully leaves your lips, but you’re not bothered by his eagerness in the slightest. Maybe it was the alcohol, but it was nice to have someone be so interested in you - even if it didn’t leave the darkened club.

His hands feel right on your hips, holding you close but not so tightly that you couldn’t pull away if you wanted to - not that you did want to. Your arms are loosely wrapped around his neck, swaying with him to the beat of whatever pop song remix was playing. He knows about half of it, based on how he’s mumbling some of the words, and you can’t help but think about how cute this guy was. His hands move from your hips to cup your ass, giving the barely covered cheeks a squeeze while pulling you in closer as the song switches to something more upbeat. You feel the hardening erection against your hips and bite your lip, knowing that he wanted you to know how hard he was. Maybe it was the alcohol but you wanted to do something about it. 

So your hand moves between your bodies, first a finger tugging at his belt loop before your hand is stroking him through the denim. 

“You’re playing with fire, cutie,” he warns, his voice low in your ear and stirring the already boiling heat in your center. Tonight was about having fun and making bad decisions, this would be both of those things but you couldn’t care. “Wanna fuck you so bad already, don’t tease me.”

“Then fuck me,” you request, pulling him down for a kiss. He’s eager and the kiss is sloppy considering your inebriated state, but it’s exactly what you wanted in this moment even if you were surrounded by people who were watching. You can see the gears turning when you separate, and he’s grinning as he takes your hand to lead you away from the dancefloor and towards the restrooms. 

“Such a pretty girl, and you wanna fuck me?” he asks as he pulls you through the door, shutting it and shoving you against it. “Want me to fuck that cute little pussy?”

“Please.”

“Fuckin’ teasing me since you walked in with your cute little friends.” He’s undoing his belt, groaning at the feeling of your lips on his neck as he starts to lead you towards the lone stall in the men’s bathroom. “In your tight little dress, fuck me.”

He’s squatting in front of you, pushing your dress up with one hand and pulling your panties down with the other. You know they’re taken off of you, but you don’t register where he’s put them since his mouth latching onto your clit as two fingers push into your pussy has your mind scrambled more than the alcohol already had. Your hand is in his hair, gripping at the soft dark locks as he prepares you for his cock, eliciting a groan against your clit when you give a tug. 

“You taste so good, cutie. Could be down here forever I think.” The praise has your breath hitching, your grip on his hair tightening as he works his fingers in and out of you. “But you’re so fucking tight, think I’m gonna break you. Gotta make you come before I-“

“No, please just fuck me.”

“Uh uh.” He’s standing to his full height, his fingers still moving inside you as his other hand grabs a handful of your hair and pulls your head back so he can look you in the eye. “That might be how those little boys fuck, but a real man prioritizes his partner’s comfort.”

You nod to the best of your ability with his hand still holding your head in place, and he smiles before he kisses you again. Like the last ones it’s sloppy, just like the pace of his fingers in your cunny as they worked to stretch you open. It’s after you’ve adjusted to three of his thick fingers that he pulls away, offering them to you as his other hand goes to his belt so you could get to the main event. You moan at the taste of your arousal on his fingers, your tongue lavishing the digits in attention to clean them of your essence while you feel the tip of his cock brush against your clit. This was it, his hand moving from your lips so he could bring your leg up to his hip before you feel him prodding at your entrance. 

He wasn’t lying when he said he might break you, and you intentionally kept your eyes focused on his own dark irises because you didn’t want to see how big he was - that was only going to intimidate you. 

His groan as he finally starts to push in is deep, coming from the back of his throat and drowning out your pathetic whine at the stretch you still needed to be able to accommodate his girth. Your hands grip his shoulders tightly, eyes closing tight at the slight pain while trying to breathe your way through it. This was after he’d prepped you, and it still felt like this? You weren’t walking out of this bathroom when it was all said and done, he was going to have to carry you. 

“Oh, fuck,” he breathes, pressing his face into your neck while carefully hoisting you up against the stall a bit more. “Sorry, cutie, I guess I should’ve done more. You good?”

You would be, he just needed to start moving, and he grins when you tell him as much. There are kisses trailed along your neck and chest, trying to soothe you as he slowly starts to move his hips against yours. There are promises to make you feel good, promises to take care of you, and you believe them all as the discomfort finally subsides and you’re begging for him to fuck into you faster, harder, just please fuck you. 

“Fuck,” he’s groaning into your mouth, hands on your hips keeping you still as he finds his pace-  rough and unrelenting, a man on a mission to get off and you can only cling to his shoulders to stay upright despite being slammed back against the stall with each thrust. “You feel so good, cutie. So fuckin’ good on my cock.”

On the other side of the stall door, you barely register the sound of people coming and going, the occasional cheer for the dude that was clearly getting some, and none of it embarasses you like you thought it would. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe you were more drunk on the dick than you were the drink - either way you just can’t bring yourself to care because you were winning right now. 

“C’mon cutie, come on my cock,” he requests, his hand moving to the juncture where your bodies were connected. His thumb is on your clit, the pressure against the sensitive bud making you see stars as the white hot pleasure continues to build in your core. You were close, so close, and you know that he knows by the way he’s urging you along with quick strokes of his thumb and hard strokes of his cock. Your pleasured cries are muffled by his kiss, your hands tugging at his hair as you finally topple over that edge and into the blissful heat that was your orgasm. He fucks you through it, barely containing himself through the rhythmic clenching of your walls around his girth - making what was already a tight fit almost impossible for him to be able to survive.

“Fuck, fuck!” His hips stutter against yours before he stills, chest heaving against yours as his cum spills into the thin latex barrier. He leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses along your neck and chest, careful not to leave marks as your fingers try to smooth his hair down that you had definitely messed up. “Shit, cutie. I could fuck you for hours. Wanna take you home, wanna come home with me?”

“I can’t, if I don’t make it home my brother will send a search party.”

“Overprotective?”

“Very.” He’s pulling out with a groan, carefully letting your leg down so you can regain balance on your two feet. Your legs feel weak, and that has him chuckling as he has to steady you.

“I’d be overprotective too, if my sister was as sexy as you. But can I give you my number? I wanna see you again.”

“Fuck me again?”

“Buy you dinner first.” You laugh, your head falling forward against his shoulder as the drunk giggles set in. “It’ll be a good one. I’ll even cook.” 

He’s removing the condom, knotting it and tossing it into the trash can before his hands set to stuffing himself back into his underwear and fixing his jeans. Your hands are in his pocket, pulling his phone out and holding it in front of him to unlock before going into his contacts to add yourself. Complete with a contact photo of you kissing his cheek and your emoji choice behind your name. He’s quick to snatch the device back to text you “before he forgot” and you’re fixing your dress as he kisses you again. 

“Gonna let me fuck you again, yeah?”

“Yeah, I want you to fuck me again.” He’s excited to hear it, kissing you again before opening the stall door to let you out. 

“I gotta pee, I’ll catch up with you I promise.” You nod, reluctantly pulling away from him and exiting the bathroom with a plan to go get your phone and some water. Screw what your brother thought about how your break time should be spent, if you could land a winter fling to keep you occupied then you were going to do that. A little fun never hurt anything, especially not when the fun came in the form of a man that handsome who fucked that well.

“You’re a bit young to be here, don’t you think?” That voice was not good to hear, not after you’d just finished having sex with a stranger in the bathroom of a club you weren’t legally allowed to be in. You were in for a lecture, for sure. And then another one when you were sober, since your brother liked to make sure you remembered your lesson. 

“K-Kakashi? What are you doing here, you don’t have fun.”

“Out, you know what my car looks like.” 

“You can’t boss me around, I’m an adult!” An adult whose world is spinning a bit too fast now, and your elder brother is catching you as you stumble before he directs you into the women’s bathroom while apologizing to the ladies fixing their makeup so you can empty your stomach contents into the toilet. 

“An adult, huh?” He’s clearly amused as he stands in the doorway to the stall, and you’re very annoyed as you continue to throw up. He wouldn’t be so amused if you threw up in his car, but he’d also make you clean up after yourself. 

“Please fuck off,” you groan, flipping him off as you try to catch your breath. Too much, too fast, and you were going to blame the handsome stranger that just finished fucking your brains out. You didn’t even know his name. 

“Once I get you home, I’ll leave you alone.”

--

The following morning finds Obito standing in the kitchen, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. He’d come home after Kakashi had apparently dragged his little sister and her underage friends out of the club, which was funny to hear about when Asuma had told him what had happened. He hated to have missed it, but he was getting some great pussy so he chalked it up to “win some, lose some”. 

His dear roommate had already left for work, so the shuffling that he heard was definitely the little sister finally stirring. He hadn’t seen her in a while, so he was curious to see what she looked like now. 

“Oh, good morning Obito,” he hears, and he looks up from the still brewing coffee only to freeze when it registers just who he was seeing there. 

Oh, Kakashi was going to kill him should he find out. 

There you were, the girl he fucked in the bathroom and thought about for the rest of the night, the girl the thought about while he jacked off in the shower this morning, the girl he sent a dick pic to before he went to bed, and you were standing in front of him wearing one of your older brother’s shirts and some shorts that he could barely see peeking out under the shirt. You were the little sister they’d be hosting for a few weeks, on winter break from your university, the sister he’d been explicitly told to steer clear of. 

Too late for that. 

But if you recognize him, you make no notion that you did. Instead you prepare your toast and coffee quietly, eyes focused on your task and not wandering like his would wander to you. You were cuter in the light - did you know?

“Obito,” you murmur, turning with your breakfast in hand and watching with a small smile as he stands up straighter. “Those were my favorite panties, and I’d like them back.”

Kakashi was going to kill him, but there was no way he’d be able to resist his urges when you would be under the same roof for weeks. With an overprotective older brother who was hardly home due to how much he worked. With a body that responded so nicely to his touch, and eyes that just screamed ‘fuck me’ whenever you looked at him. Keeping his hands to himself was going to be impossible, but the look in your eyes told him that you maybe didn’t want him to. 

“How badly do you want them back, cutie?”

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𝐌𝚶𝐑𝚬 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍. 𝐌𝚶𝐑𝚬 𝐏𝐋𝚬𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝚬.

tags: fem reader! mentions of fighting, bodyworship, making out, fingering, size kink, overstimulation, messy sex, creampie, dirty talk(?) - let me know if i missed anything else!

synopsis: after the war, obito finds that life has something sweet for him.

Obito’s body is a roadmap of a life lived hard. Discoloration and raised skin trails over the lines of his body - the pale specks of skin he has reveals what his later in life’s work was. When you lie next to him in the bed you share in the apartment you share you find yourself tracing over the skin in both awe and…sadness. Obito himself lets you do as you please, letting your fingers draw on the surface of his skin as his dark eyes flicker with emotion you can’t detect. If you were someone else, someone who was not so familiar with the life shinobi lived you’d be terrified at the amount that riddled Obito’s form. In some way, you are.

Each wound was a moment he spent hurting,- alone and at the mercy of some withering, bitter old man who wanted only to exploit his kin. However, it would be a lie to say that the scars don’t add a charm to Obito even the largest one of his face - the wrinkled and swirled skin makes him addictive to look at, and the warped flesh does nothing to hide the strong jaw and high cheekbones he sports. Still, as you let your eyes and hands wander, touching and caressing each inch of skin under his onyx eyes you can’t help but wonder - “How many battles has Obito been in? How many almost victories or hard-won losses have left their mark on his form from boyhood to now?”

The answer makes your bleeding heart ache.

Your hands find their way down to his pants, they are loose at the hips and ride down when he stands and your frown deepens at the sight of thin lines of scar tissues awaiting you more. There’s a thin line that passes his navel down - you can’t tell how far it goes before you are moved up. Obito, even with his restricted amount of activity is still built - the snatch of his waist to the bulk of his chest gives that away. Your thighs spread to the point they almost ache to accommodate him and he notices, the tensing of the plumpest part of your body from the strain makes him grip at your waist - pulling you from his hips to his stomach he tries to ignore the heat of your cunt that can be felt by the thinness of your shorts.

“I got that one in Kiri.” He says quietly, voice rough and thick with emotion as he recalls the night, You blink and nod, licking your lips and he watches the soft pink muscles move with rapt attention.

“Did it hurt?” You ask, tentatively. He pauses to think, black eyes closing than opening and he looks at you with something indescribable filling his eyes. It’s hard to remember what parts of his life hurt - everything blurs into a pain-soaked bruise. Through the benevolence of the Hokage, he has been allowed to heal, the bruise went from black purple to a faded yellow but it still aches from time to time.

Now is one of those times.

“What occurred that night was more painful than any wound I was dealt.” He answers, shoulders tense at the memory. The full moon and the blood, the cavity in Rin”s chest and the stinging pain felt in his remaining eye. He looks up at you and he feels guilt when he sees the frown and the sadness in your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Obito says, his hands - large and scared resting on your thighs he pushes back the sneaking red-hot thought of how he seems to always encompass your form completely. Your hand goes up and rests on the scarred part of his face and he flinches at the softness of your hand. Your thumb rubs at the wrinkled skin and he tries so hard to fight back the flutter in his chest and the warmth of his cheeks.

“Why are you apologizing? I should be saying that, not you.” You say, almost teasing and he smiles at your effort at lightening the mood. Obito turns, nuzzling the soft flesh of your hand, he can smell the perfume you use - mint and lavender, it suits you. Black eyes peer into yours and your breath stutters.

“Whenever you make that face - I feel like apologizing.” He explains and without hesitation, your brows furrow, and your smile flattens out the tiniest bit. Obito huffs amused as your heart flutters at the wrinkling of his eyes.

“What face?”

“The one you are making right now.” He laughs quietly at the pout you sport and presses a kiss to your palm. His thumb rubs at your thigh, watching in pleasure how your plump flesh dimples in his grasp.

“I don’t want your apology.” His eyes flicker to you, iron melting in the overwhelming warm forge of your eyes. You could break even the hardest of hearts with just your gaze, Obito thinks.

“What would you have from me, then?” He asked you, you tilt your head and his hands go from your thighs to your waist, curling around your hips and settling on the natural curve of your body. Where he was all muscle and brawn, skin scarred and ruined - you were soft, supple skin that begged to be marred by his touch.

You leaned down, your nails digging into the firm flesh of his pecs and he hisses at the thin pain only to be silenced by the sweet kiss you place on his lips. He sighs, Obito can taste the tea with milk and honey you drank and finds it addictive - he lets his tongue slide into your mouth and drinks the muffled whine you let out as his tongue traces the indents of your teeth. You pull away as your hands go from his pecs to his neck, fingers playing with the shortest hairs at the back of his neck.

“I want you - please Obito.” He groans into your mouth, ears red and eyes mad with a light that dances like embers in the black of his eyes. His hips jut upwards, you feel the print of his cock against the swell of your ass and you whimper at the prospect of what’s to come. His fingers dig into your hips, the skin dimpling in his grasp, and you yelp when he has you flipped under him and all you can see is Uchiha Obito above you. You reach out, as you always do and as you always shall. He lets you, leaning down to make the reach easier for you, and the only hands he allows to touch him settle on his cheeks once again.

His right hand, the paler of the two from the White Zetsu cells rests over yours. Black eyes watch you with such intensity you wonder if he’s trying to suck you in like a black hole, to utterly consume you and have you as his alone.

“I love you, Obito,” you say into the heated air between the two of you and it’s like the world, the past, and the present melt away - all that is left is the two of you. Looking away, he says,

“You shouldn’t say such sweet things to me.” He murmured into the hot air, the tight space between you two seems to shrink as you both drink in the other’s presence. He smells of something woodsy and smokey - a product of his fire nature? You can’t help but ponder even now in this intimate moment. You tilt your head, the dim light of the room catches the shine of your hair and you ask-

“Why not Obito?” He too tilts his head, living together seems to be the adhesive for shared habits. He lets go of your hand, resting it above your head, and shifts his weight. His normal arm, his human hand cups your face just as you did and his thumb rests on the soft flesh of your lip. Gently and gingerly he presses the pad of his thumb down, your mouth opens so sweetly, so gently - it seems you make it your doom to accept him in every way possible. He peers down at the soft, wet pliable flesh of your mouth - flat teeth, a pink tongue with thin strings of spit, and he’d never admit to how badly he wants to see your sweet mouth struggle to take his cock.

“It makes me want to ruin you.” You could count his eyelashes with how concentrated you are, moving your head and he gets the hint, taking his thumb from your mouth and you lick your lips. Your mouth feels dry for what you will say - you know Obito, the gate that keeps him from being rough with you is thin and old. The pleasure of the flesh was something he undoubtedly thought would never be his but now that he has you he finds it difficult to not indulge - to want and yearn especially when you rarely retrain yourself from your desires.

“I want you to.” The words hang in the air, as heavy as the sins Obito carries; as heavy as all your love for him. You have learned with your time spent with Obito, is that his eyes show you everything his words won’t say or admit. And you can see it - the scathing comment to scold your deplorable taste in men (his words not yours), the embarrassment at how he leaves you with little to no pride - that you would let him do anything to you, and finally the shame that he wants to ruin you too.

“You should want for more, you’re wasted on a man like me.” You shake your head, his skin is rough and his voice is deep but you still see in him the boy you had loved since childhood. His heart stutters at the soft, lidded look and he has to confront the fact that maybe - he is the one that is left with no pride because, with just sweet words and the batting of your eyelashes, he’s ready to swear everything to you.

His body, his heart - even the tattered remains of his soul to you.

“No. I want you. No one compares.” He scoffs, but there’s a light in his eyes now. Something warm flints in the never-ending pools of black in his eyes and you can tell he’s straightening his posture, rolling his shoulder and you see the gears shift in his mind. You smile, you have him where you want him and Obito knows it. Leaning down, his lips just brush yours before he speaks,

“Aren’t you sweet?’ You close the gap and kiss him, a gentle press of your lips against his and he takes a sharp breath. You taste of milk and honey, of all things sweet and comforting and for a moment he can’t help but think - maybe he does deserve your love for the suffering, all the scars that litter his form.

You break the kiss, only to press other fluttering kisses on the wrinkled skin of his scared cheek and he stays but flinches. He wants to turn, to follow your lips, to kiss you so deeply that all your sweetness seeps into his teeth that they ache. He knows that’s not what you want, so he lets you do as you please - let your soft lips press such candied endearments into his wretched skin.

“I like your scars, they add a charm to you - but sometimes, looking at them makes me sad. I hate thinking about you in pain.” You confess, and for the first time in a long time, he can’t bear to look at your face. You are wasted on a man like him, truly. You’re stubborn, he knows, so he holds his tongue and thinks about how you see him as a man worthy of your love. Licking his lips his gaze darts to yours, and he makes the first move - going down, brushing his nose against yours and he kisses you.

It’s clumsy, he’s still inexperienced and he juts his head a little far in but you sigh into the kiss nonetheless. There is passion, there is care and most importantly - there is a deep love for you sealed into his scarred lips and heated tongue. You can’t deny him, never could, and never shall, it is in your nature to give your all and more for Obito Uchiha. You let him in, mouth pliable and willing for him, moaning at the smooth heat of his tongue sliding against yours. His hands - he has long-forgone gloves, you remember how he would rather die than touch you with his bare hands. Said it was too terrible to sully your skin with his sinner's hands.

When you feel his hot hands paw at your breasts, thumb finding the stuff peak of your nipples in your thin shirt, you coo at how he has changed in your time together. Obito’s form dwarfs yours in comparison, it's hard to keep a level head at how easily he pins you in your place beneath him by pushing the weight of his hips down. Obito’s hands brush down, fingers curling into the material of your shirt, letting his rough fingertips skirt around the silken skin of your chest. He breaks the kiss, strands of spit sticking and breaking as he looks down to peer at you - fingers sinking into the fat of your chest as his other hand tugs up the material until your nipples are exposed to the air of the room.

“They are so soft - how are you so soft?” His grips now stings and his voice pained, the bite of blunt nails makes you hiss and before you can say some sort of comment he’s ducked his head down, your moan hitches in your throat when you feel his tongue at one of your nipples as his hand goes to twist the other in between calloused fingers. The heated pleasure he gives you, it brings you to muffled squeals behind your hand as the other goes to his hair - cursing the sensitivity in your chest you flinch and rock your hips up. Yelping when the sting of his teeth nipping at bud he pulls away with a soft laugh, letting go of your breast to bring his hand to where your legs are spread, pressing his fingers to the apex between thighs that have grown damp by his ministrations. Pressing his index finger against the damp patch, right where the bump of your clit is - he chuckles at the pitiful whine you let out. He grins something hungry, something that shows the insatiable lust for your pliable form.

“Still so sensitive are you? One would believe you’d grow some tolerance after all the times I’ve taken you,” he ponders, leaving you to shiver in a sort of maniacal way he speaks about you, “No matter, I enjoy how easy it is for you to fall apart. It suits you.” He speaks as if the growing pressure he is placing on your covered clit isn’t driving you mad in his hold. Your nipples ache - cold and peaked and you twitch in his hands, hips following his fingers, and your own hands come to squeeze at your breasts - fingers pinching at the stiff nubs.

“O-obito, don’t tease me,” You sigh, your head lolling to the side when you feel your shorts and gusset of your underwear being pulled away. The air cools against your heated, puffy, cunt and you don’t see the flash of red or the soft movement of Obito licking his lip. You are easily the most beautiful woman Obito has ever seen, everything about you brings to him his darkest desires - to break you beneath him completely. The grin and the lidded look on his face doesn’t leave him, as he drags his knuckles through the wet folds of your cunt,

“We can hardly call this teasing - I’m preparing you at least,” Obito teases but you can’t snark back, the only noise you make being the harsh gasp at the feeling of his thumb pad rubbing into your clit. His index finger presses into your labia, shallowly pressing into the entrance of your cunt as slick begins to leak from out of you. He doesn’t leave your top half unattended, going back to lick and suck at your teat, letting the hand that isn’t getting its fingers to enter your cunt enjoy and squeeze the silken flesh of your breast. You gasp and whine, somehow letting your thighs spread higher to give him more room to play and tease your high-strung body.

“Easy, don’t rush me. I don’t want you to cry that’s too much when I’m barely putting my cock into you.” He hisses, lips wet from the sticky mess of drool that connects to your breast. You’re slick enough that he can enter his index and he hisses - as a snake threatened at the heat of your cunt. As he pulls his finger away, he moans at the shining slick that clings to his finger, chuckling drily at how your cunt is as stubborn as you.

“Tight little cunt,” he murmurs, going back to fuck his finger in and out - you let out a soft moan and he takes that as a sign to enter his second finger. He presses a kiss to your whining mouth, something to distract you from the sting despite how the waves of your slick have made it onto your thighs. Grunting at how your cunt tightens and squeezes around his fingers, sighing into your mouth as you gasp and tremble from the pressure.

“Obi…to..” you almost sigh, your mouth going slack in the way it does when pleasure melts your mind out your ears and he wants to kiss you and kiss you some more until your lips are bruised. With a final nip to your lip, he parts, only to lower his head and watch his fingers fuck into you, focusing on finding the little soft nerves in your inner walls to make you wail for him.

“Don’t moan my name like that - I can’t be held responsible for what I’ll do to you.” He whispers into your flushed lips, grinning something wicked when his middle finger finds what he was looking for - your comment cut by the way you wail into his neck from the pleasure. Your hand reaches and grabs his shoulder, nails digging into the skin and he’s amused at your reactions. He can pluck from you screams of pleasure and cries of pain so easily - you are an instrument he will spend the rest of his life learning to play.

“Please - please Obito I’m gonna cum, I’m going to cu-” Your ramblings are cut by the searing band that breaks in your stomach and you fall into the sea of pleasure as Obito’s white hair brushes against your damp brow. Your cunt sucks at his fingers, milking them trying to keep them deeper inside of you and he watches with a quiet smile at how your legs quiver at the bulk of his waist. Pulling his fingers out, he shushed your whine at pats your thigh with his slick fingers. Rubbing into the tense flesh he soothes you, helping you land right back into bed from your high.

“It’s okay, come down for me,” He soothes, eyes flashing red to take in your debauched state - the rising of your chest, your gasps, and the slick decorating your thighs. He cups your face and smiles at how blown your eyes are now, a thin ring set between the edge of your iris and the black of your pupil. He leans down and kisses your breast, lips slightly rough against the satin skin.

“Do you want more?” Licking your dry lips you nod, a soft “uh huh” noise coming out of your lips. Obito presses another kiss, this time to your sternum right in between your tits, and peers up at you through still-black eyelashes.

“Say it for me, say it right.” He says but even in your hazy state of mind you nod and with your cotton-tongued mouth you give him what he wants,

“I want more, please give me more Obito.” you say weakly, voice airy and soft - something meant to be heard by his ears alone. He remembers once saying that there was nothing in his heart, but as time soothed the ache he has found that his heart is now filled with a softness for you. Pressing another kiss to your chest, more to the left rather than down the middle where he knows your heart still beats - full and untainted.

“I’ll give it to you - everything you want and more.” He promises to you and if you were a little more cognizant you would have wondered what he meant by that. So when he pulls, amused as you whine; cumming awakens the needy brat in you he learned. You want for one thing but cry when he has to pull away to give it to you.

Your blurry eyes and muddy senses can’t tell the time it takes for his cock to come forth and press against the soaked ring of your cunt - the tan, girth with a mushroom flushed head leaks more tacky fluid to lube the place where you shall be joined. You only realize when the head presses into the ring of your entrance. Helpless, like a pup begging for stove top food; you whine at the sting. Blinking your eyes rapidly you are lost in the hazy of painful pleasure of how Obito’s too thick cock tries to spread you open to take him whole.

“Ah - ah! Obi-obito! Oh!” You moan into the pillow, head thrown to the side as your thighs seized at his narrow waist. He moans - the sweet little sounds you make with every passing inch into the tight little clutch of your cunt makes his eyes want to roll back but he remains strong, eyes lidded but focused on how you lose yourself on the first few inches of cock given to you. His tip is in and he groans, loud and full at how you tightened around the sensitive head.

Obito places a calloused palm to the softest part of your stomach, rubbing at the soft skin there, shushing you as you cry on the tip of his cock -

“S-so big…oh..Obito why are you so big - nngh!” You can’t finish your thought as he surges forward to give you something to cry about. You cunt swallows his cock and he watches, gaze flickering between the wet, squelching lips of your cunt take him further and further into you - the place only he’s allowed to take place in or your gasping, whining mouth from his size.

“For you to enjoy.” Is all he says, voice breaking and rough under the pleasure the vice grip your clutching hole provides, sliding in and in and - oh, he’s at the hilt now. Obito moans, shivering at how your leaky slick trails down the base of his cock and down his full balls. Even the dark curls at his pelvis glitter in the low light at how your wetness spreads. Licking his dry lips, his thumb finds itself back at the pearl of your clit rubbing and grinding as he begins the pace.

Obito fucks you like he was born for it - strong, deep and even strokes and the sting from the girth of his cock makes you sing. You warble his name in wet cries, the slapping of wet skin your orchestra and even in the middle of fucking you for the first time in the night - he already can’t help but want for more.

More of your kisses and trembling touches. More of your cunt that always begs for his cock and more of your cries when he’s always bigger than you remember.

Uchiha Obito doesn’t want more from the world, all he wants is more from you.

You keep moaning his name - helpless and high pitched you sound like some sort of nymph being taken by a god and that makes him cage you in between him and the bed. Strong, corded arms of muscle mass raise and rest above you, scarred hands digging into the pillows you like so much as he bends down to kiss you - to fuck your mouth with his tongue and leave you helpless to how filthy he leaves you. There’s spit that trickles out the corners of your mouth when you pull away from the searing heat of his mouth to moan more for him, for Obito.

One hand returns back to your pelvis, Obito groans so profoundly you wonder if he made the bed shake when you somehow frow wetter and tighter- the silky, satin walls of your cunt swallowing his cock as he rubs at your too sensitive clit. Even when you whine, you still the twitching of your thighs knowing he is not above spreading you with his hands or with the little metal bar that rests in the box under the bed.

Onyx eyes flicker red - they don’t change back. Red eyes with tomoe markings that swirl around the pupil and when you open your blurry eyes you gasp at what you see. The marks swirl wildly - 1,2,3 and you open your mouth to warn him; Obito is playing a dangerous game now.

“Just for a moment. I want to remember this perfectly.” He murmurs quietly, stilling and wincing at the hot pleasure your pulpy cunt gives him as he watches you. Lips sore and chest heaving, he can see the marks of his bites left - the dents in the shape of his teeth leaving marks into your soft skin.

He wants to leave more.

“Obito - move, please,” you gasp, cunt throbbing to your eyes as pleasure fizzes under your skin. Even as he had stilled inside of you, Obito’s thumb didn’t stop rubbing at the flushed nub of your clit but you want for more, he had spoiled you rotten.

“You can beg better than that.” He laughless, a breathless sound, red eye flickering from where you were joined to your face - taking in your shining mouth and damp forehead, the way your lashes cling together. Even as your lips come to pout, he focuses on how your bottom lip asks to be bitten by him.

“Please, Obito. Only can cum when you fuck me,” You say so sweetly, a whisper to be shared by the two of you and so desperate he can taste it. His patience thins, then breaks like brittle ice formed over a lake as winter melts to spring. He surges forward, until his wet balls slap against the soft fat of your ass - the head of his cock brushing against the soft sponge of nerves that he had worked hard to find with his fingers.

You sob - high and keening and he’s glad you two live in isolation. He didn’t think he could be restrained from killing anyone who heard who sweetly you sing for him, and for him alone. Your body aches and burns and wants to unravel like old rope. Nails sinking into the material of your pillows so deeply you feel the fabric give and you cry his name so reverently he wonders if he’ll ascend once again in this lifetime.

You cum with the force of a stampede, your ears ring and you see only white. It’s as if you had fallen into water after jumping from a mountain side - hot then cold, white then black and heat blooms in your stomach as you realize Obito had finished just after you. Whining brokenly at how it makes you shudder, the warmth of his splashing seed covers your inner walls, making the mess messier and you sigh contentedly.

“Don’t pull out - just…oh just stay inside for a bit.” You say in between gaps for air as your thighs twitch and freeze, you feel his seed trickle down the cleft of your ass and moan softly. He nods, resting his hands at your waist, fingers reaching and sinking into the meat of your ass and watching as your post orgasm cunt squeezes and tightens around his softening cock.

Thumbs rub at your hips as he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your cheek. His nose nuzzles into the damp skin of your face and you turn, letting him in and it’s just what he needs. Closeness, knowing you won’t leave - that you want to stay.

“I won’t leave.” he says into the shell of your ear and you bring a hand up to run through short white strands. His hair is coarse and thick and it's nice to run your fingers through the shorter strands at the back of his neck.

“I’ll stay right here.” You say back, and you press a kiss to his collarbone, grinning when you feel him relax into you.

#lamb.writes #obito uchiha smut #obito smut #naruto smut #takes place after the 4th war i want him to be happy

[13as07]

Object #7

(Akatsuki Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Kacyu]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 5,024

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Just... what the fuck :)

Characters Include: Konan, Sasori, Tobi

Name Calling: Mutt, Bitch, Cumdump, Cum-Rag, Slut, Whore, Puppet, Dolly

Degrading/Humiliation/Begging

Hair Pulling

Slapping/Gagging/Choking

Bedroom Toys: Handcuffs, Vibrator, Dildo, (in proper use of) Puppet, (in proper use of) Chakra Threads, (in proper use of) Puppy Pads, (in proper use of) Whipped Cream [more or less]

Titty Fondling

Overstimulation

Biting/Hickeys

Throat/Face Fucking

Threats of Violence

Dry Humping

Fingering (Female Receiving)

Oral (Female and Male Receiving)

Food Play

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     I hum softly to myself, my focus on using the towel to ring out my hair. Pain left early this morning for Lord knows what with my least favorite assassin, which has left me to get ready by myself for once. It's weird, getting to dress myself, doing my makeup, getting to do my hair. For... what feels like forever, Nagato has always done those things.

The towel is disregarded to the hamper as I stroll back over to Nagato's desk, settling into his chair so I can style my hair before getting dressed. Today - two minutes ago, actually - Pain's 'no touch' order ended, which means my jaw is going to be sore by the end of the night. My fingers roll through my hair, starting to lay it flat so I can tie it up for the day. It's the best course of action for the wound-tight members I'm sure are crawling around the hideout looking for me already.

As my hands are winding my hair into a ponytail, the door to Nagato's room slams open, pulling my head backward to see who it is. "Mutt," Konan fumes from the door frame, her eyes slit as she glares at me. What could I have possibly done to her already today? "Come here, you're going to be a useful heat-stricken bitch for once."

     Oh. I didn't see that coming but I guess even jealous women like her need to release once or twice a month.

     Konan storms into the room, her nightgown flowing as she stomps toward me. "I know that I'm off my ordered recovery time but can you wait a few minutes so I can get dressed?" I grumble, focusing on tying my hair up again.

     "No," she bitches, digging her fingers into my hair, grabbing a handful of it. "You're going to be an obedient dog and do what I want. Right now," she adds, using her grip on my locks to tug me out of my chair.

     "What the hell? Are you that desperate to get off? You can't even wait for me to pull on some clothes?" I hiss, stumbling over my feet as I'm dragged out of the room. My nails dig into her wrist, trying to unlatch her fist from my hair as I glare at her.

     "You're one to talk. Running around with Pain for weeks on end. Keeping him all to yourself so you can get off," Konan wails, knocking me around the hallway as she pulls me around.

     "Is that what this is about? You're throwing a little hissy fit over Pain choosing me over you again?" A yelp spills from me when I'm shoved into her room, the carpet sliding against my exposed skin, and threatening to leave rug burns.

     "Do you ever shut up? I doubt it. That's probably why the guys are always shoving their dicks down your throat," she insults, hand back in my hair to tug me further into her room.

     Again, I tug at her arms, trying to push her off of me. "Why are you always such a bitch, Konan?"

     The question gets me a slap and my head snaps backward. My cheek and scalp sting as I glare at her, the jealous girl glaring back at me. "Dumb bitches like you don't get to speak to me like that. Useless girls that are nothing but public cumdumps only get to do two things; serve and shut up." As Konan degrades me, I'm wrestling around under her. She's managed to push me on my stomach, my hands crossed behind my back.

     "Get off," I hiss, trying to buck her off my back.

     She lets out a low chuckle, leaning over to rummaging through her nightstand drawer. "You won't be useful if you keep squirming around," Konan bitches, snapping cold metal around my wrists. "The more you struggle the longer this is going to take, so be a good dog and comply, alright?"

     "Fine," I hiss, letting her roll me onto my back. "You're an asshole."

     "And you're a disgusting cum-rag," She spits back, slapping me again before climbing off of me.

Great now both my cheeks sting. I push a sigh out my nose, watching the paper-mâché lady dig through her drawer again and lay things on her bed. What could the crazy lady possibly have planned? I shift my position, trying to get comfortable with the handcuffs shoved into my spine by my body weight. As I move, a weird almost plastic sound fills the room instead of the expected metal clicking against metal.

My eyes flicker down, being met with padding edged with blue plastic. "What the fuck?"

She chuckles again, hand in my hair to situate me on my knees. "Last time you made a mess so I made sure to lay out a puppy pad this time," Konan shortly explains, sitting on the edge of her bed before she bends over.

Her fingertips slide through my pussy, pushing the lips open before positioning something against my clit. "What the hell have you planned?" I grumble, trying - and failing because of the hand in my hair - to squirm away.

Konan toys with the vibrator, turning it on low before she pulls away, letting my hair fall back into place. "Now, put that disgusting mouth to work," she orders, legs spreading as she sits upright, tugging her nightgown up. My head is pushed down, shoved into her pussy. "Go on, lick away, Mutt."

I grumble in protest but do as ordered, wanting this to end and to get away from Pain's biggest dick rider as soon as possible. My tongue slides up and down her panties, the slow vibrations of the toy rolling over my clit. It doesn't take long for my grumbles to shift into moans. "Damnit, Mutt," Konan mumbles, twirling my hair around her fingers before yanking my head away.

     She squirms, wiggling herself out of her panties before shoving them into my mouth. "Be a good dog and stay right here," Konan orders, bending down to turn my toy up. She sits back up, the hand in my hair falling to paw at my breast.

     My eyes trail after her free hand, watching her pat around her bed. The vibrations against my clit and - I hate to admit it - Konan's juices seeping into my taste buds are quickly pushing me to the edge, my moans muffled by the cloth shoved into my mouth.

     By the time her hand is pulled forward again, my orgasm snaps causing my cum to spill onto the puppy pad I've been stuck on. "Look at you. A desperate dog that can't help but make a mess. I guess it was a good thing I laid wet pads out," Konan taunts, the hand on my chest focused on twisting my nipple as the other one slowly inches a dildo until her pussy.

     My whines from the pain rippling from my nipple and the overstimulation are stifled, but her laughter at me isn't. Konan chuckles as I squirm, still slowly fucking the plastic dick in and out of her pussy. "Do you want to be a good dog? Be a good dog and suck," she orders, shifting around so she can situate the dildo under her.

     Konan's hips shift up and down, riding the toy as she tugs her panties out of my mouth, dropping them on the floor but not before wiping them across my face. "Slutty cum-rag, so fucking used that you can't help but cum. Imagine if your puppy pad wasn't under you. You would have ruined my carpets," she continues to degrade, hips moving faster as both her hands squeeze my breasts. "Be a good dog and lick," she orders, hands jumping up to push my head between her boobs.

     I nip at her, hoping that'll get her hands off me, but all it does is increase Konan's moaning. I let out a huff, giving in to what she wants again. My lips wrap around her nipple, sucking on it. My head bobs up and down as she bounces, threatening to make my neck hurt on my first use of the day.

     Konan's hands fall again, pinching and pulling on my nipples as she fucks herself. The stimulation to my boobs and the vibrator still buzzing pulls my cum out of me, my orgasm onto the dumb puppy pad again. "Fuck... fuck... Lord," she moans, dropping a hold on my titty to shove my head to her other breast before going back to toying with my chest.

     This time I almost eagerly take her tit into my mouth, using it to muffle my moans. "Damnit," she shrieks, nails digging into the flesh of my boobs, hips stalled, and head flipped backward. "Fuck," she huffs out, pushing me off of her.

     "Thank the Lord," I grumble, rolling my eyes at the drama queen. This is why Nagato isn't interested in her; because she's a demanding asshole.

     "I wouldn't be saying that," she mutters, pulling the dildo out of her pussy, her cum creaming and dripping down the toy. "You still need to clean my toys," Konan adds, standing up and taking a fist full of my hair again.

     "That seems like an issue for you to hand - "

     I'm cut off by the plastic dick being thrust down my throat, gags from the suddenness swirling out around it. "Sorry, I couldn't quite catch that," Konan taunts, thrusting the dildo in and out of my throat, not bothering to stop long enough for me to catch my breath.

     She laughs at me, enjoying the sight of her dildo in my mouth and her fingers tugging at my nipples again. "What a dumb dog," she mutters, tugging the toy out. My mouth isn't empty for long, the rouge tugging the vibrator away and snapping it off before she shoves it into my mouth too.

     Again, the toy is thrust past my lips, this time it's a lot easier to breathe. "Dumb bitch," Konan mumbles again, quickly losing her interest in me. "Get out of my face," she orders, popping the vibrator out of my mouth.

     "Why? Are you disgusted with yourself? Do you hate that you fuck with me just to feel an ounce of what it would be like to get banged by Pain?"

     As quick-tempered as ever, Konan smacks me across the face, the arousal that was present in her face now completely drowned out by anger. "You listen here you filthy mutt," she hisses, gripping my hair for the millionth time, using it to tug me closer to her face. "I would never want to be a used-up whore like you." Her voice is laced with venom, letting me know I won. That makes me quite smug.

     "Fine, since you want to be a cocky little shit, you can sit here in your mess handcuffed like the dumb object of the Akatsuki you are until I'm done showering," she hisses, dropping me back onto the puppy mat before she starts walking away. "If you even think about squirming out of my room, I'll tie you to the bed, lace my strap-on to you, and fuck myself using you the rest of the day. Am I understood?"

     "Yes," I grumble, lying myself down. I hate how jealous Konan can be and that she takes it out on me instead of Pain. It's not my fault he friend-zoned her.

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"Puppet, is that you?" Sasori's voice swirls around the hallway, making me stop my careful steps and lift my nose from the book it's been buried in.

"Yes, it's me," I call back, glancing around the hallway.

The door to his workshop is open, light spilling out from it. Sasori must be tinkering away. Or at least he was. His head pokes out through the doorway, his pink hair fanning out from his tiltedness. "Come here, Puppet. I need a break from my work and could use a release."

     "Coming!" I chirp, quickly walking down the hallway. When I slide into his workshop, Sasori is already back at his desk, his focus and hands busy tweaking his man puppet. "Hello."

     "Hello, Puppet. I want you here," he orders, shifting in his chair, his knees falling away from each other. "I do not need a lecture about Pain's orders either. I just want you sat here until I am finished," Sasori adds, glancing at me before his eyes lock on his project again.

     "Yes, Ori," I hum, setting my book on one of his counters before I head towards him. I duck under his arm, sliding into his lap like I was ordered. "What are you doing?"

     He sighs, a hand falling and being pressed against my stomach, forcing my hips backward. "I am working, unlike you. I will be shoving sandpaper down your throat if you don't start working."

     "Yes, Ori," I repeat, grilling the edge of his workbench as I start moving, grinding myself against him. When my stomach starts to stir with arousal, my hips pick up, humping Sasori's growing boner faster. "Sasori," I pant out, tilting my head backward to look at him.

     His eyes flicker between me and his puppet. A soft "hmph?" spilling from him. "You are the neediest puppet I own, do you know that?" I quickly nod my head, yes, pressing my hips against his harder. "What is it that you want?"

     "I want to blow you."

     "Do you?" He asks, a calloused hand resting under my chin, pushing my head back further. "Or do you want to be defiled?"

     "You can't," I whine, starting to rethink Nagato's ruling. I know I asked him to make the ruling, I know I didn't want to deal with being bruised and labored by the group but I don't think I'd mind now. I want to be touched, I want to cock-warm Sasori like I usually do while he works, I want his rough fingers touching me, I want his head between my thighs, I want -

     "You're right, I can't," he hums, nose nuzzling my neck for a second before his lips brush against my skin. "Pain's ruling says I can't fuck you. He never said anything about having objects fuck you."

     "What?" I babble, not able to click the pieces together because of the lustful fog brewing alongside my growing orgasm. "What?" I repeat louder this time, my head snapping up and my hips stopping once the piece does finally snap in place. A million - not the best - ideas run through my head. What the hell is Sasori going to shove inside me? One of his tools? A block of wood?

     His lips continue to trail up my neck, quickly crossing over to my jawline. "Calm down. It'll hurt you more if I play with you while you're tense," Ori mutters, his hands draping over my thighs, rubbing at my legs as he slowly walks the edge of my skirt up. "You will be fine," he continues to coo, his teeth nipping at my jawline.

     Sasori spreads my legs, fingers sliding through my folds a few times before settling on my clit. His rough fingertips swirl around, slowly starting to churn my stomach and giving me one of the things I want. "Let me play with you," he whispers in my ear, nibbling on my earlobe when he pulls away.

     "Please?"

     An approving sigh escapes him as he leans back, unenveloping me from his body. The hand not toying with me flicks to the side, chakra strings lashing out like fishing wire. "There is a clause to our little agreement though." Of course, there is. Sasori is soft with me, but he's never kind without getting a payout of his own. "I may not be able to use your pussy," he starts, his hand shifting, two fingertips dipping into me as his thumb takes over rubbing my clit. "But I can use your mouth. Besides, I believe you would look lavishing being filled on both ends."

     Sasori's monotoned compliment makes me tingle or maybe it's his fingers curling inside me or maybe it's the rough circles rolled over my clit. It is helped by the open-mouth kisses he keeps pressing into my throat and the soft sucking that promises to leave behind light bruises. "Alright, I think that is enough preparation," he mutters, his hands gripping my thighs to lift me, placing me on his workbench.

     Once I'm settled on all fours, he takes a second to situate his things, shifting them out from under me. As Sasori straightens things out, I look around his desk, my eyes snagging on the puppet still attached to his chakra strings.

     It's a thin unclothed puppet, reminding me of a twig. Unlike the rest of his puppets, this one has five limbs instead of four. At almost the end of the wooden doll's torso is a thick log, smooth and largely girthed. The wood looks almost shiny from the smoothness and sealing Ori used on it. The wood is also decorated with effortless curves; those ending when the top rounds off like a perfectly curved head of a penis.

     As I'm looking it over, it's shifted forward, Sasori flicking his hand forward to move the doll. "Do not look startled, you will tense yourself again," he orders, his free hand clinging to my chin again, shifting my head up. "Keep your eyes on me. It upsets me when you are unfocused."

     "Whatever you want, Ori," I mutter, locking my eyes on his. What an attention-hungry puppeteer. A string of approving hums come from him, his chakra string hand taking over holding my face, his fingertips - and the warm buzzing strands - rubbing my cheeks as he works his cock out of his pants.

     "Open," he orders, pressing on my cheeks so my mouth falls open. Once his tip is situated past my lips, he drops his hold on my face, hand flicking and poking the head of the wooden dick into me. "Watch your teeth."

     "Yes Ori," I mutter, the words getting jumbled as both dicks are slowly pushed into me. Sasori's dick inches its way down my throat as the puppet inches its way into me, the curves of the wooden cock rubbing me in ways I've never felt before.

     Another long hum spills from him when I'm bottomed in, his eyes just barely widening. Both his hands situated themselves on my cheeks, his free hand buzzing with the development of blue webs Ori is known for using. The threads spill out, wrapping around my throat and my face, buzzing with the soft warmth that sizzles off them.

     Steady soft breaths spill from him, his hands flexing against my cheeks, shifting everything into motion. My head bobs in time with Sasori's puppet, slow and steady like he wants to edge himself forward. Maybe he does. Slowly, my bobbing picks up, the puppeteer now thrusting his hips and shoving himself further down my throat.

     Accidentally my teeth graze him, my mouth not being able to keep up with the bobbing and thrusts forced on it. "Damnit," Sasori hisses, hand jerking and shoving the puppet into my pussy rougher. "I told you to watch your teeth," he adds, purposefully jerking the purposely this time, picking up the pace of it. "Can't you listen?"

     I babble out sorries, my words coming out as gargles because of the dick down my throat and the cock pounding into me. As my orgasm closes in, my eyes start to flutter shut, wanting to soak in the feeling of cumming. "You just can't listen," he lectures, tugging on the strands wrapped around my neck, shoving me further down his length. "Open your eyes. I want to see them."

     Slowly my eyes flutter back open, being met with the pinking of his cheeks. "Eyes open, no teeth, suck harder," he husks, quickly losing control of his breathing.

     The fear of losing my orgasm jumps me into obedience. I try widening my jaw to keep my teeth away, causing the bones to start to ache from being used. My tongue swirls around the underside of Sasori's dick, rolling over the thick vein as I suckle on him. I routinely blink, trying to keep my eyes open as my orgasm wobbles on the edge.

     When it tips over I can't hold back the moan that spills out, the sound humming into Ori's cock. "Damnit. Don't do that. Stop looking at me," he barks at me, teeth clenching as his chest pumps faster. "Close your eyes," he orders as the strings attached to the puppet snap off and let it fall limp onto the counter, leaving my pussy empty and leaking.

     Sasori's hand closes into a fist, snapping his threads as tight as they can go. The ones around my neck tug at my skin, cutting off my oxygen and starting to strangle me. The strings wrapped around my face shove me forward, my nose pressed against the wooden shell of Ori's body, and his dick dangling down my throat. "Damnit, damnit, damnit. You damn... Dear Lord... Puppet, open your eyes," he hisses, his cum starting to drip out, filling my stomach with its warmth and saltiness.

     I snap my eyes open, looking up at him as I slurp up every drop he has to offer me. Sasori is bright red, huffing for air, and clinging to my face, threatening to scratch my cheeks. "Off," he whispers after a moment, the remaining strands snapping off as he slowly pulls me off his dick.

     A pop fills his workroom when my lips finally detach from the tip of his cock, leaving another one of my holes empty. "My apologies," he starts like he does after every time he uses me. "I have made a mess of you." Also like always, he's right. My thighs are coated in my slick, as is his puppet, and my drool is dripping down my chin onto the countertop from sucking Ori off.

     "Let me clean you and then you shall sit with me as I work."

     "I should shower."

     "You will sit with me," he repeats, his tone snipped this time.

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I'm sat up pretty - I think - on the kitchen counter, just like Sasori ordered. Well, what he said was 'Be quiet and sit like the puppet you are' so that's what I'm doing. Acting like a pretty show marionette as he focuses on washing the oils off his hands.

     It doesn't take long for my back to hurt from sitting straight or for me to get bored of being an off-brand showgirl. "I want a snack," I mutter, jumping off the counter and heading toward the fridge.

     "Do as you wish. I have to meet with Deidara to discuss tomorrow's mission," Sasori mutters, drying his hands on a towel. A pat on my head and an uncertain kiss is pressed to my cheek before the half-man wanders out of the room, leaving me alone to figure out my snack.

     I mosey around the fridge, looking for something to damper my unnamed craving. Grapes? That doesn't sound good. Cheese squares? Sounds like a stomach ache. There are deli meats but a sandwich sounds too filling. My eyes skim the door, landing on the unopened can of whipped cream. That'll do I guess.

     The door swings close as I pull the tab off the can, shaking it as I turn to grab a spoon out of the silverware drawer. "Dear Lord!" I yelp, the sudden appearance of a certain high-energy orange mask-wearing rouge scaring the heebie-jeebies out of me. "Tobi!" I bark at him, glaring at the spooker as I sweep past him.

     "Dolly!" He cheers, falling into step so close behind me that he constantly bumps into me. When I stop to pull the drawer open, Tobi wraps his arms around my hips, tugging me against him. "It is early in the day."

     "It is," I agree, grabbing a spoon before pushing the drawer closed. "What does that have to do with anything?" I ask turning in his hold before I focus on my snack. I shake the can again and spray a bit of the sugary snack onto the spoon before I pop it in my mouth.

     "I'm off today and... and well... well I was just wondering... you know, since your no-touch order is over if you... if you would..." Tobi lets out a nervous lap, his mask repeatedly shifting from my face to looking between us.

     "If I would what?" I ask, filling the spoon again before popping it into my mouth. I tease the boy, shifting my hips forward to rub against him as I slowly pull the spoon out of my mouth, making sure it makes a slutty sound when it pops out. "What would you like us to do with your day off?" I push, filling the utensil once again, this time using kitty licks to clean it.

     "I... ah... you... that... my... my," he stumbles, pointing at the spoon before pointing down.

     "Alright," I purr, deciding to keep playing with Tobi since he won't use his words. I stick the spoon in my mouth, sliding my now free hand down his pants, toying with him through his boxers. Slowly my fingertips slide back up, wiggling under his boxers and pushing both layers of clothes down.

     When he pops out of his clothing, his dick is already rock-hard. Aw, the poor baby must have been thinking about this moment all morning. My eyes skirt up, watching the way his chest pumps, and his breath scatters as I rub my fingers along the underside of his dick. Dear Lord do I love toying with Tobi. He's always so fun to play with.

     As my fingers slide over his tip and start their descent over the topside of his dick, I slowly fall to my knees, keeping my sights on the peephole of his mask. The peephole has started to glow red like it does every time Tobi is turned on. "There you go," I chirp, leaving a line of whip cream on his dick.

     "What?" He wails, voice high-pitched and whiney.

     "You pointed at the whipped cream and then your dick so I figured this is what you wanted," I continue to play dumb, sliding my tongue out before spraying a swirl of the cream on my taste buds. I make a show of it, making a mess of it on my lips, and spilling out exaggerated moans.

"Why... why the hell would... would I mean that?" He whines, toying with the end of my ponytail.

"I don't know. Maybe if you used your words it would be easier for me to figure out what you want," I mutter, layering a swirl of cream over his dick.

"I want... can you... lick the... the... the cream off... off my... dick? Please?" Tobi stumbles out, his fingers flexing on repeat around my bundled-up locks.

I giggle at the soft boy, sliding my tongue out and slowly lowering my head. My movements stay slow as I wrap my tongue around his tip, enjoying the sweet taste of the whipped cream and the salty taste of his pre-cum. My tongue flats out, rolling its way over his cock, licking up the trail I left on him.

     Once he's licked clean I pull back, flickering my eyes up at him. "There you go."

     "Dolly," he whimpers, gently tugging on my ponytail.

     "Tobs," I call, mimicking his cute whimpers.

     "You're teasing. Stop teasing. You're so mean," he babbles, his tugs getting a little rougher.

     "I'm just doing what you ask," I hum, decorating his dick with twisted lines of whip cream again before setting the can down. "Let me do it again for you."

     My head dips again, another painfully slow lapping of my treat. More whines and babbles fall from the man, his dick already twitching with the warning of his approaching orgasm. "Dolly, please."

     "Please what, Tobs?" I mutter, twirling my tongue around his cock to help clean off the sticky residue starting to form.

     "Suck my dick," he breaths out, so quiet I almost can't hear him over the mixture of pants and moans.

     My tongue slithers over the slit of his dick, making it tremble even more. "Sorry, Tobi, I couldn't quite hear you. Could you repeat yourself?"

     "Suck my dick. Please suck my dick, Dolly. Pretty please? Dolly? Dolly, please?" I giggle at him again, my tongue sliding out, pressing against his pulsing vein as I take him into my mouth. As soon as there's enough of him in my mouth I start sucking on him, puffing my cheeks out so he can slide in easier.

     I'm not even halfway down before Tobi lets out a long chipped moan, his sperm coating my tongue before it slides down my throat. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Dolly, I'm sorry," he babbles, twirling strands of my hair around his fingertips.

     I hum softly, slowly sliding further down so I can suck the sticky leftovers of the whipped cream off of him. "Hey, hey, hey," he rattles, tugging on my hair before smoothing it out and twirling it again. "I'm sensitive. Be nice."

     I suck on him hard, the suction pulling on him as I tug myself backward. The poor baby isn't going to be able to stand any more than that so hopefully it's good enough to clean him off. "You did such a good job," I coo, kissing his angrily-red tip before crawling to my feet. "You should probably take a shower to get the rest of the residue off," I tell him, gliding my fingertips over his angry cock.

     "With... with me?" He wheezes out between deep breaths, his hands clinging to my shirt. "Take... take shower... with me?"

     "What about your mask, Tobs?" I ask, deciding to leave the overstimulated boy's dick alone, my fingertips ghosting over the edge of his mask.

     "The... the lights... off. That... that'll... good enough."

     "Okay, Tobs," I chuckle, letting the eager boy pull me forward.

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A Deeper Bond

Pairing: Hokage!Obito Uchiha x Fem Reader

Summary: Continuation of Our Futures:

With the reader helping Obito in the office now that he is hokage, she sees how stressful it can be, taking care of Obito when he has a night to unwind, learning how deeply they feel about each other…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) (Slight swearing, unprotected sex, creampie)

Word Count: 1.1k

“Why hello, Lord fifth,” I’d never get tired of saying those words, popping my head into Obito’s office, halting at the sight of his head laying on the desk.

“You don’t have to be so formal, Y/N,” He mumbled into the desk, clearly tired out from his day.

“But I like saying that,” I skipped in, coming to rub his back and deliver good news, “On a good note, no more paperwork and you have nothing else to take care of for the night.”

“That’s a relief,” He sighed, eye closing with a soft smile while I continued to rub up and down his back.

“I know you’ve had a lot on your plate lately, so how about you come over to my place for dinner and you can relax?”

Sitting up with a bigger smile, it spread to my face too, standing up and stretching:

“Please! I’d could use some good food.”

“And I’ll make that happen,” Kissing his cheek and taking his hand, his cheeks were red just from that, following me eagerly.

We didn’t have a far walk to my home, heading over and I made sure that he laid back on the couch to unwind while I headed to kitchen and prepared his favorite meal.

There wasn’t a second where he wasn’t smiling, sitting at dinner and venting to me about some of his duties as we ate.

I listened with open ears, trying to give him some advice as I did help along him along with Kakashi, who was his advisor.

Once his plate was cleared, I gave him a nice cold drink, sitting back on the couch while I washed the dishes.

“I just want you to know, Y/N. I appreciate you so much,” Obito murmured from the couch, looking back to see he was spacing out a little.

“I’d do anything for you,” I cooed sweetly while drying my hands, noticing that he was in a deep thought and so, heading behind where he was sitting, massaging his shoulders deeply and asking softly, “Something still on your mind?”

He was quiet, not sure what to say, and I wanted him to be in a happy place rather than lost in thought, leaning down to his ear and whispering sweetly:

“If there’s anything I can do, Obito, just tell me.”

Melting back against the couch, he took my hand to guide me around to him, rather bold for a change and sitting me on his thigh.

“Kiss me, again?”

Now it made sense why he was spacing out. He was just nervous to ask. I should’ve expected it considering how we were crossing into a new relationship.

“That’s all you had to say,” I giggled, holding his cheek and resting against his chest as I kissed him.

Instantly, he was even more relaxed, hugging me while our kiss grew more tender, getting lost and body natural flowing over to straddle him.

His legs were shaking from my kisses working down to his neck, squeezing me as I felt his erection against me, grinding slowly against it.

“Hey,” I whispered, making him look to me, assuring there was nothing wrong with his feelings, “Relax. If you want me to take care of that too, I gladly will.”

“I just can’t help it,” He whispered back, gripping harder while my hips kept moving.

“Nothing wrong with that,” Slipping my hand down and palming him, I meant whole heartedly, “I just want to make you happy, Obito.”

“You do, Y/N,” Huffing out his words, I noticed that, screw it, look in his eyes, bear hugging me and kissing me so hungrily and powerfully, “I love you.”

“I love you too-oh!”

Pushing us down to the couch on my back, he was losing control in the best way, a grind of his own so blissful, kisses a bit sloppy but full of love that made me ready for more.

“Let’s go to my room?” I slipped from my tongue, clinging to him as he picked me up nodding, carrying me straight to my bed.

Dropped on the bed, we both started stripping out of our clothes, Obito freezing once I was fully naked, but slowly smiling.

“Come here, baby,” I cooed, taking his hands to feel my skin, offering myself to him, “This is all yours. Do whatever you want to me.”

His hands started roam on their own, unable to help himself and leave kisses all over me, skin meeting with steam as neither of us didn’t want to wait anymore.

“Oh my god,” He gasped, sharing my moan, needing to watch his cock slip into, being so careful and gentle.

He was only feeding so much, watching my reactions, and I tried to help take that nervousness away by pulling his hip towards me some:

“You’re not gonna break me, you know.”

“I know that,” He sighed, but giggling with me, running his face between my breasts, “I just want to take my time with you.”

Before getting the chance to speak, my jaw hung at how full I was, our hips finally meeting and making a lewd moan come out of me.

“Obito-“ I started clinging to him because of how suddenly my body heated up, his head coming back up to mine:

“You like that more?”

“Mhm!” Keeping my legs back further to let him go deeper, my moans started flooding the room as he moved quicker, hitting just the right spot.

“Damn, your moans are beautiful,” Whispering under his breath, he was bottoming me out almost every time, able to handle the speed and keep me moaning through and through.

I didn’t even realize how much of a mess I was, lost in another world for so long till I felt his forehead against mine, hearing muffled pants, peaking to see him nawing his lip.

“You okay?” Holding his head, he nodded frantically, holding the pillow that was resting my head, thrusts growing harder and shaking us.

“I just wanna feel you one more time,” He said quickly before biting his lip again, getting what he wanted with a few more thrusts, building up the pressure in a flash, having my eyes rolling with a cry of his name as the steaming coil of heat in my stomach snapped:

“O-Ooh! Obito!”

“Shit,” His voice grew deep, nearly collapsing onto of me, gasping at the same time when a new heat took over us, feeling it pour inside of me, “Oh shi-“

“It’s okay, Obito. It’s okay,” I stumbled out, this bliss sending me into a sweet spiral that I didn’t mind in the slights, hand roaming to his hip and keeping it pinned to mine, “That was sooo good.”

“Yeah?” He chuckled a little at my tired nod and smile, kissing my cheek, “Only right to make you feel as good as you make me.”

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Playing Parts

Summary: Tobi/Obito finally tries therapy Rating: Smut, 18+, noncon elements, stalking, psychological drama, implied mind control Word count: 9236 A/N: I hope you all enjoy this. It was a long time coming really. I've been wrestling with this fic for a minute - I was joking with a friend and just realized why not ACTUALLY send obito to therapy and see what wackiness unfolds? And so this fic was born. Disclaimer: I'm not a therapist nor do I have any authority on the matter! Please take everything in this fic with a grain of salt.

Wherever you were, he was also. He followed you, from one village to the next, after the dissolution of your family left you cast adrift, lost in the maddening fray of people in a world that couldn’t give less of a damn.

He understood the feeling.

He was entranced with you, the feelings you inspired, the impression you gave him ― all exotic, yet so endearingly familiar.

You had a dual shadow, yet you would never know.

You had a stalker, yet you would never know. 

Because …

Because you looked just like her.

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“Another?” 

You groaned, head in your palm. You peered down; your empty glass winked with the club’s flashing lights. You glanced at the bartender. He was being courteous, you acknowledged; he knew you were going nowhere. He was giving you that look; a strange marriage between pity and exasperation. You knew the look well; you often wore it as you studied your patients.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

“Ye … yeah,” You relented, crouching over the bar. 

It was not as though you didn’t deserve such a look, either; once again, your love for bad boys and broken things had driven you to the comforts of the bar and its liquor stocked in its drawers. Another disastrous relationship gone up in flames, choking you with its fumes. And again, you chose to clear your throat by drowning in alcohol. 

You tapped a heel against your suitcase, in which everything you owned was stored. Deja vu dizzied you, for years ago you were in this exact same position, with all your possessions hugged to your chest. Tears threatened the dryness of your eyes as memories of a murderous father and screaming mother incursed your mind, made you hunger for another drink.  

And the suitcase’s meaning echoed the last: apartment searching. 

Yay! Homelessness!

The bar’s raucous wasn’t enough to steal you away from self-pity. The bartender plopped your drink before you. You grazed the new glass of sake to your lips, licked the remnants from your lips. 

Honestly, it was probably time you took your own turn on a therapist’s couch, but there were demons you were not quite ready to do battle with, and so, your therapy resided in supplying therapy for everyone else. 

For now, you resigned to sharing a bar with a pack of other miserable drunken souls, all of them varying levels of drunk. In your sorrowful peripheral, someone took the empty chair beside you, but you could hardly chalk up the will to care as you downed the rest of your drink.

You steadied yourself on the bar as you reached for your wallet. You fiddled through it, only to find yourself petting a dust bunny. 

Empty. 

Your eyes popped.

Oh no. 

The bartender eyed your wallet, your discrepancy. 

He threw his towel on the counter. “Look, missy, this isn’t a fucking free for all! If you can’t pay, you can turn your pretty self around and leave.” 

Some of your drunken peers snickered at you. You felt someone lean over you, a lecherous “I’ll help you pay, for a price …” made your skin crawl. 

“I’ll pay for her!” 

A hand slammed the table, moving away to reveal money. 

The cheerful voice was so incongruous with the grimy club ― but it demanded your attention. You turned to your left, where you were met with an orange mask spiraling into itself. 

The bartender’s eyes swung from the stranger to you, sighed. “Fine,” he grunted. 

He swiped the money away. The other drunks, robbed of a show, began to disperse with disappointment, leaving you alone with your helper.

You blinked at your savior. “Uh ―” you searched for the correct word, “thanks …?” 

It wasn’t meant to come out like so … unsure, but the mask was throwing you. The club lights caught onto it, giving you only a slight indication of an eye where the hole was situated.

Maybe it’s some sort of BDSM thing; I shouldn't judge.

You relaxed. “Thank you,” you said with more certainty. 

“You’re welcome, miss,” said the character beside you.

A silence stretched. He ― he? ― abandoned his chair, exposing you to the breadth of his height. 

Holy fuck, you swallowed.

His head lowered, and you felt his attention on you. A pause. 

“You’re awfully sad, miss,” said the character, his cheerful voice weighed with a bit of emotion. “Tobi doesn’t think you should be so sad.”

He offered one more lingering pass at you, before striding into the thick of dancing, stumbling people and disappearing from your sight. 

Your head swam with wonder. What the hell was that all about? 

The wad of cash had been more than enough for a few more drinks after the one threatening to put you in the doghouse. After your fourth, you stumbled from the club and out the creaking door. Your vision blurred, steering with deer legs. The streetlights blared tangerine instead of white, spiraling in your imagination. 

You don’t know how you made it home. Come morning, your eyes opened to the ceiling of your office, your body safe under the warmth of a blanket. 

“So,” your patient took another drag from her cigarette, “that’s the story of how we got married for the third time.” 

“Three times in one week,” You deadpanned. “That must be a record for you.” 

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“Oh ―” something came to your patient’s mind, “Oh, and then his mother shows up, and she’s all like, ‘I thought I was wearing the wedding dress?’ I had to remind her it wasn’t her fucking wedding. She’s absolutely nuts! And he didn’t even stop her from starting a fight at the reception!” 

Don’t laugh, You tell yourself. If you laugh, you’re not a good therapist. 

“I should just let her go ahead and marry her own goddamned son,” Your patient continued. “That means I won’t have to; get the fucker off my hands.”

“Have you ever considered,” You began carefully, “that maybe your mother-in-law feels out of place in her son’s life and wants to contribute but doesn’t quite know how?” 

She blinked at you, leaned back into your couch. “Go on.” 

“And maybe if you gave her more responsibilities, ironically, she’d probably behave a lot better as she’ll feel like she’s needed?” 

“Oh,” Your patient threw her cigarette-laden hand in the air. “You’re a genius. This is why I come to you.” 

You couldn’t resist a smile; it was the only compliment you had received in a long time. 

Well, except that night … 

“Do you really think that’ll work?” 

“It’s worth a shot,” You optimized.

You finished up with your patient and saw her out the door, breathing a huge sigh once the door was shut. You were exhausted ― and it was only 2pm. 

It had been a week since the club and still you couldn’t stop thinking about the man in his orange mask who’d offered to pay for your drink. All else was a complete blur. The only thing that had come to occupy your mind ― along with your time ― was making your office your new apartment also; the living room was now reserved for sessions, while the closed doors down the hallway led to your bedroom, the kitchen hanging at the side of the living room. 

It was the best you could do for now, since leaving your ex-boyfriend’s house. Your shoulders sank at the memory.

You’re awfully sad, miss. You shouldn’t be so sad. 

It wasn’t a compliment exactly, but the closest you had gotten to one ― in a long time. The idea of someone thinking you were undeserving of the agony weighing down your life and wringing your heart was … nice. You had been touched.

And a little embarrassed. Was it that obvious?

A knock at the door and you startled, hand flying to your chest.

“I’m not taking any more clients today!” You shouted. “You’ll have to schedule another time!” 

“Oh, sorry! But … but can Tobi come in anyway?”

Your heart sank. That voice …

Your hand flirted with the doorknob. You hesitated, unsure if you heard correctly. It can’t be … can it? 

You retreated from the door. You hand twisted the knob and creaked the door open. 

You raised your head. Your eyes caught orange spirals. 

He saluted you. “Hello!” 

It’s him …! 

“Yo ― you …” 

Without thinking, you backed away, widening the door for him. 

“Tobi is sorry it is so late,” he said, towering over you as he entered. “Tobi wants to be a good boy! But … it doesn’t always work out that way.” 

“From the bar …” You said, still gripping with his arrival. “How did you find me?” 

He ― Tobi ― perked. “Tobi saw your ad!” 

“My …” you blinked. “Ad …” 

Oh yeah, I forgot about those.

Where was your head? It had been long since you plastered your posters all over the village, advertising your services. Anxiety waned off your chest; and for a second you had truly thought he had followed you … How ridiculous. 

“After Tobi and Miss met, Tobi wanted to see if you were okay,” Tobi said, then flailed his arms, “Tobi also wanted lessons!” 

“I’m sorry,” You said, beginning to recover from it all. “I don’t do walk-ins. You’ll have to schedule.”

“Oh,” Tobi’s voice was pleading, coupling his hands. “But can Tobi just have a few minutes? Tobi promises to be a good boy next time!” 

What’s with the third person? 

You were confused ― just as much as you were intrigued. You could not pretend as though you were not interested. 

You crossed your arms, considering as stars twinkled around Tobi’s kneeling form. 

“All right,” You said. “10 minutes.” 

“Yay!” 

Tobi twirled, and while he made a show of himself, you examined him. Donned in a mask ― No animal or distinctive features. He doesn’t associate himself with anything one would recognize; he must want true anonymity ― and bound in fabric of black from head to toe. Said fabric strapped him in perfectly, emphasizing strong pectorals, hint of abs … 

You shook your head. Stop ogling him!

While Tobi’s happy dance commenced, you decided to ask:

“You’re a ninja, aren’t you?” 

He stopped mid-twirl, turning back to you. A beat passed.

“Aww,” Tobi scratched the back of his head, where his mask ended and indicated spiked black hair, “what gave me away?” 

“Well,” You shrugged, a hint of a smile tickling your lips, “the, uh, mask is peculiar. And you have … quite an impressive build.” 

You didn’t want it to come off like you were flirting, but it sounded flirty. Shit. At least pretend like you’re a professional.

“It wasn’t hard to put two and two together,” You added to soften the suggestivity of your comment. 

“Tobi is a ninja!” Tobi affirmed. “Tobi goes on scary missions all the time ― it’s fun!”

“Fascinating …” You cupped your chin, observing him. 

Something caught Tobi’s eye; your bookshelves. He traipsed, arms flailing, toward the books. You followed him with wonder. 

“So many books,” he said. He was nearly as tall as the shelves themselves, tipping his head up a tad to admire them all. “You must be really smart!”

“You …” You stood beside him. “Now you flatter me. It’s nothing really.”

But your humility didn’t stop Tobi from gobsmacking at the enormity of your collection, the density of the tombs. 

“You have to read a lot to become a therapist,” You said. Seeing an opening, you added, “Do you read, Tobi?” 

“No,” Tobi lowered his head. “Tobi was never the sharpest tool in the shed.” 

“Don’t say that,” You said. “Neither was I, at first. It took me years to like reading.” 

“Really?”

“Yep,” You piped up. “The trick is,” you raised a finger, “is to find a topic you’re interested in and read about that!” 

You approached your dual couches, patting one. “Come sit, Tobi.”

Tobi obeyed, sitting on the couch opposite you. He shifted his head as he took his seat, exposing a bit of his neck to you; he truly was covered from head to toe, as you couldn’t detect a single speck of skin anywhere.

Tobi spotted you looking, and somehow managed to blush on top of his mask. He put a hand to his mask. 

“Miss is staring …” 

Your eyes widened before you averted them.

“You flatter Tobi!” 

You fidgeted, desperate for a way out of this subject. “You,” you cleared your throat, “... seem a lot happier than the shinobi who come to see me.” 

Tobi’s interest piqued. “Whaa? Tobi is not the only ninja you see?” 

“Oh, heavens, no!” You waved him off. “They come to see me all the time in secret. It’s a rough job, and it gets to them all eventually. I don’t blame them, really. Even my old boyfriend was …”

You paused. You covered your mouth. Too personal! What had gotten into you? 

Tobi was quiet for a moment. 

“Miss’s boyfriend … was a ninja?” 

“Yes, mm …” You cleared your throat again. “Let’s change the subject. This is your session after all. We have five minutes left. What do you want to talk about, Tobi?” 

Tobi watched you maneuver a glass of water toward him on the table separating the two of you. 

“Tobi was …” he began, voice cracking, “betrayed.”

 Sympathy grazed you. “Oh, I see. Was it a girlfriend?” 

Silence. Tobi shook his head. 

“No.” 

You studied Tobi; his shoulders fell, head hanging. It was startling to see such a chipper soul become so depressed, so demure. 

He’s really quite depressed. His almost cartoony demeanor is a mask to conceal deep inner pain, further emphasized by the actual mask he wears.

You treaded carefully. 

“Was it … a friend then?” 

Tobi’s attention snapped to you and you resisted a startle. You had hit a nerve. Your eyebrows raised, expectant.

“... Yeah,” he answered. “A friend.” 

You wanted to reach for him, but your training told you physical touch might be overstimulating if he was in the middle of recalling a traumatic memory. You reached, instead, with your voice. “Tell me about this friend, Tobi. This is a safe place.” 

Nonetheless, Tobi was the one to fidget now. 

“Tobi is not … used to talking about his feelings,” Tobi brightened when an idea seemed to strike him. “I know! Maybe Miss could share a little to help Tobi open up!” 

You blushed. “Oh, well, I don’t …” It’s a good idea, but it might throw me off my game. “You know what? Let’s do it! If it’ll help you!”

“Yay!”

“Hmm … Let’s see,” You pondered, finger to your lip. At times like this, you would simply fabricate your background in order to help clients open up. It was dishonest, but it served the same purpose as the truth and kept things professional. 

But this was different; Tobi was a shinobi, and everything in your bones told you he could detect any lie you told. You would surely expose yourself under such conditions, under such pressure. 

You sighed, covered it up with a weak smile. “I’ve recently gone through a pretty bad breakup, Tobi. I know what it feels like to be betrayed.” 

“Really …?” everything you said seemed so amazing to Tobi. 

Your blush deepened. He’s surprised I’ve gotten my heart broken? “Yes. A boyfriend, he … Well, he cheated.”

Tobi emitted a soft “aww.”

“Miss is sad again …” he said. “Tobi doesn’t like her sad.” 

“Thank you,” You said. You lowered your gaze, unable to deny the sting of legitimate pain the memory caused. “Fact is, he said that he would … he would always take care of me.” 

You couldn’t name it, but the mood changed. You felt Tobi’s presence in the room totally. He regarded you … lovingly? Your brows furrowed, desperate to understand the shift in him. 

Silence. 

“... Tobi understands,” the cheer in his voice was all but gone. “He made a promise to a friend, a long time ago … Tobi’s friend broke his promise … He betrayed Tobi …” 

Your eyes glued to Tobi, intrigued. “How does that make you feel, Tobi?”

“... Confused.” 

This is brilliant; usually men won’t admit to feeling out of control. 

“You’re doing so well,” You encouraged. “Keep going …!” 

You saw movement in your peripheral, and your eyes trailed to see Tobi’s fists clenching at his sides, knuckles whitening. 

Your gaze flickered back to Tobi ― but he was already looking at you. You peered closer until you could see a hint of his eye. Your eyes met his one, and there was ― 

“It makes Tobi feel … rage.” 

Red. 

His lone eye flashed scarlet ― 

You gasped, reeling back into the couch. Fear gripped your heart.

And as it had come so had it gone; his eye was normal, his demeanor lightened. 

“Tobi is sorry!”

“It’s okay,” You caught yourself. Perhaps strong emotions bring on shinobi abilities I don’t understand. And what emotion it was. To see someone so happy go from sorrow to anger so quickly. Who was this guy? “Sometimes, when we bury our feelings, they can come out stronger than we can handle.” 

Tobi sighed. “That makes sense. Still, Tobi didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“I was only startled,” You leaned forward. “You could never scare me, Tobi.” 

You believed him; looking at Tobi, how flustered he’d become at his feelings … You understood he was a ninja, but you couldn’t picture him actually hurting anyone. 

Tobi was silent. “Thank you.” 

Your eyes trailed to your watch. 10 minutes.

“And that’s all the time we have today, Tobi,” You said, standing. “Make sure to come see me again next week. And make sure you schedule this time.” 

“That’s it?” Tobi said, rising as well. “That felt like no time at all to Tobi! Miss is so much fun to talk to!” 

You ducked your face to conceal another blush and opened the door for Tobi. 

“Right back atcha.” 

Tobi chuckled and nodded to you one more time before leaving. You shut the door, pressed your forehead to its wood. 

Was it just you, or had his voice … changed along with his eye? 

You were exhausted, and it didn’t take long for you to lull into a nap, where Tobi’s eye and his deep voice chased you into dreams. 

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Shower water rained on his back, disguising hushed pants inside white noise.  

He hadn’t meant for the mask to slip.

So to speak. 

You spoke of your boyfriend, and in his mind all he had morphed into Kakashi, until it was all he could think of, the rage suffocating him.  

Jealousy compounded jealousy. Anger surged through him, was softened by the stroke Obito gave to his cock. Your face bloomed, the memory of your blush twitched his cock. And your smile. You had such a nice smile. 

Obito closed his eyes, hung his head against the shower wall. While he stroked himself, he imagined it being your hands on his manhood. Tobi, fuck, you’re huge … He grasped, quickened his pace. Scenes in his mind hazed into one another; your boyfriend’s blood decorating the walls as he pinned you to your couch, crashing his lips to yours, fucking himself into your small, frail frame. 

Don’t worry, (Y/n), I’ll save you … 

The hot water sensitized Obito’s skin; he leaned a hand up against the wall opposite him, jerking harder now. Imaginary you begged in his ear. He buried inside of you, filling your sinfully tight walls with his cum. 

“Tobi …!” 

He stained the shower wall with his seed, a low grunt emitting from his mouth as he came. He released his cock, turned his hand so his palm revealed the evidence of his climax. 

If there was any guilt to be had, it was dull, nominal. He could think only of your flushed, fucked out. You, panting underneath him. He thumbed the head of his sensitizing cock, watched it bounce back in place at his abdomen. A perverse thought crossed him, streaking you in his mind. 

I really am a freak, aren’t I …? 

“Tobi!” came Deidara’s voice, clipped and upset. “What’s the hold up?” 

Obito laughed at himself. Oh, if only you knew, Deidara. He dressed, donned the mask and the character of Tobi once again, both fitting like an arm in a sleeve. He didn’t want to keep Deidara waiting.

He had to see you again. 

“And he has the nerve,” Your patient said, another temperamental woman you dared not cross in your futile attempts to help her, “the absolute nerve to insinuate the baby’s not his. Can you believe that?” 

You nodded, following. “So you know the baby’s his?”

“How’re you gonna ask me a question like that?” 

You sighed, knowing your place. You remained silent as your patient rambled on about her multiple boyfriends, surely one of them being the father of her unborn child. 

Admittedly, your head was elsewhere. 

You were compelled to tell yourself for the umpteenth time: You were not falling for Tobi. 

You told yourself in the mirror, in your diary, before bed. You were not. Your interest was completely professional ― the only reason you thought about him, day and night, was because he fascinated you. That fascination, of course, had nothing to do with your love for broken things, for bad boys, for mystery. But it was also something that could not be assuaged by a quick visit with one of your old boyfriends ― even your most recent ex who had, coincidentally, had stopped calling you. 

You wanted only to know what was under that mask for Tobi’s own sake.

Not because you wondered what he looked like, or what his lips looked like, or what it would be like to lean into them and … 

“Hello?” Your patient snapped her fingers. “Am I talking to myself here?” 

You jumped. “Uh, no, of course not.” 

“Then, great super mega therapist,” Your patient crossed her arms, eager for you to disappoint her, “what do you suggest?” 

You resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of your eyebrows in frustration. You’ve got to be kidding me. No, no. patience … sometimes people just can’t see what’s right in front of them. 

 “This is a trust issue,” You replied. “Not a control issue.” 

“Care to elaborate?” 

“Your boyfriend doesn’t know if you’ve fully chosen him, so he doesn’t want to fully choose you, either,” You clarified. “There’s no point in being with you from his perspective if the moment you get upset you run and go out with another guy.” 

Your patient lowered her gaze, uncomfortable. “You think he loves me?” 

“Yes, honey, I think he does.” 

Three hard knocks at the door stirred you both ― 

It flew open. 

A man came to the couch, calling out your patient’s name. 

“I’m sorry!” he said. 

He approached the couch, kneeling as if to propose.

“Oh my god,” Your patient raised from the couch, stars in her eyes. “You came for me!”

“I want this baby, love,” he said, intertwining his knuckles with hers. “I don’t care who’s baby it is. I want us to start a family.” 

“Oh …” Your patient cooed. “I love you so much …”

“I love you.”

They proceeded to make out … Right in front of you. 

You cleared your throat for their attention. “Hey, uh, this isn’t couple’s therapy.” 

Your patient broke their kiss to stare at you. “Oh. You don’t do that?” 

“No, sorry.” 

You ushered them out seconds later with a “Happy babymaking, you two!” before shutting the door and locking it. 

Methinks we need stronger locks around here. A few padlocks. Maybe a cross bar. 

You composed yourself ― as best you could. You glanced at the clock. 10 minutes to 2pm. Tobi was next. 

You adjusted yourself, swiped your lips with some makeup ― not too look good for him, but to be professional. You compiled your notes, of which you had many; deductions, theories, possible inquiries, anything that had come to your mind about Tobi since his last session.

I have to get him to speak more about this friend. He brought it up first, so it must be what’s truly bothering him. Perhaps, this friend is the reason why he hides behind this character he’s created.

You sat down, a bundle of notes in your lap, and waited. 

And waited. 

And waited. 

You went from your first page of notes to the 100th before smacking it with your face, admitting defeat. 

Tobi was late.

Maybe he’s canceled. Panic struck you. He can’t cancel! Not before I ― I mean, he gets to know himself better! 

You looked at the clock again. 2:35. 

You were ready to cry when there was a knock at the door. You skedaddled, unlocked the door and threw it open. 

“Tobi is here!” he cheered, hands up. 

“Tobi …” You breathed out, sliding out of the way for him to enter. 

“Tobi is sorry for the tardiness,” he said. “There were some nasty chores that came up that needed doing!” 

You only grinned at him before realizing how close the two of you were at the door’s threshold. He dwarfed you in height. It sent butterflies dancing around your heart. Oh, gods ... How much lighter you would be in his arms, if he were to ever pick you up and … 

He stared. “Hm? Is Miss all right?” 

You snapped out of it. “Yes, I’m sorry, Tobi, come sit.” 

“That’s good,” Tobi said, “because Tobi has done lots of thinking since his last session with you.” 

“Mhm?” You sat on your side while Tobi occupied the couch across from you. 

“Tobi wants to ask something …” he began. “It’s been on his mind. When someone hurts your feelings ― really bad ― what are you meant to do?” 

You considered him. This is about his old friend, no doubt about it. 

“It never really leaves Tobi’s mind,” he went on. “Being hurt. What should Tobi do?” 

You shifted the notes away from you, self conscious of them. “Well, Tobi,” you began. “It depends on the level of hurt.” 

“Miss means how bad Tobi feels?” 

“Exactly,” You answered. “No one gets to tell you how painful something is; if it hurts, it hurts. That’s all there is to it. But the trick is, no matter how painful the situation, we should always head toward forgiveness, toward moving on.” 

“Forgiveness,” there was a slight edge to Tobi’s voice now. “Miss means … to forget?”

“I mean to move on,” You said softly. “Totally different things, though people think they’re the same.” 

“Tobi … thinks he understands,” Tobi said. “Could Miss … explain more?” 

Your therapist’s intuition told you this was a trick; you were being tested. Tobi was gauging you, despite his feigned innocence. Thankfully, he was not the first one to do so, nor would he be the last. 

“Sure,” You said. “Nobody intends to forget anything really; it’s not conscious. But forgiveness is always conscious. We can always try to forgive. It doesn’t mean what the other person did to you was okay, it means you refuse to be defined by their actions, only your own!”

“Oh,” Tobi’s voice shuttered. 

There were a few beats where no one spoke. You didn’t question it; sometimes, silence was the best thing for a patient, to allow them time for things to settle.

“... Tobi doesn’t think he can do that.”

“Everyone can,” You assured. “But it takes time.” 

You could detect Tobi’s discomfort by his movements alone. Silences, coupled with more fidgeting. A head turn here, a head turn there. 

“Tobi has something else to say.”

“Go on.”

“Tobi … Tobi did have a girlfriend once!”

You denied the jealousy stinging you with every inch of your being. “Oh?” 

“Yes, and Tobi was thinking about …”

“Hm?” You concealed your curiosity, though you felt your body leaning to Tobi. “thinking about what?” 

“About … how much you look like her, Miss.” 

Your heart skipped. Me? Look like her? You felt it again, something of which you couldn’t be sure because you couldn’t see any of Tobi’s face, but the strange sense that his attention on you was rapt. You were naked in his presence; he could see right through you, not the other way around, despite your efforts.

“I would ―” Your mouth was unusually dry. “I would thank you, but I’m not sure if you and this girlfriend are on good terms, so …”

“We were,” Tobi’s voice was unusually quiet. 

“Oh,” You blushed. “Then ― then thank you …!” 

Tobi didn’t answer. More silence, but this bout of it felt more intimate for reasons beyond you. 

You smiled, hung your head.

“Miss …”

“Hm?” 

“Can … Can you do Tobi a favor?”

Anything. 

His voice was even quieter now. The heat accumulating in your body startled you. “Y― yes?” 

“Could Miss take her glasses off for Tobi?” 

What? You had never had a patient ask something of you ― not like this. However, you did so, crossing the frames and putting them in your lap. 

Tobi “wowed,” his head cocking. “You’re awfully pretty, Miss …” 

You  fiddled with the legs of your glasses. His compliment was so sincere ― he was so sincere ― and you felt so seen. 

“... Could I see more?” 

You didn’t catch the “I” instead of “Tobi,” only the insinuation of his requests. Tobi was engrossed by you, and you felt as though you could not speak. You felt drugged, almost, under his focus. 

“More?” You repeated. “What ― what do you mean?” 

“I mean,” Tobi’s voice was hardly above a whisper. “Could you … spread your legs for me?” 

Under any other circumstances, under any other patient, you would end things immediately, banish him from the room or flee from it yourself. Call the authorities, even. But this was Tobi, and something in his voice ― his smooth, deep voice ― you found it impossible to object. 

You fevered as you bent your fingers underneath the hem of your skirt and peeled it upwards, spreading your legs as you had been asked. 

By now, your pink panties must have been in view, cupping your throbbing cunt. 

“Such a pretty pair of panties …” 

This, you thought, somewhere, in the part of your brain still sane and functional, was not professional. 

But you couldn’t bring yourself to care as Tobi held you under his heated gaze. You could’ve sworn you saw his eye flash red once more, but … 

“Touch yourself, Miss,” he ordered softly.

“What?” 

His red eye met you through the mask. 

“You know you want to.” 

That’s … that’s not the point. 

Your hand seemed to move on its own as it grazed past your thigh, teasing the sensitive inner skin, until the pad of your finger pressed into your clothed pussy. 

Tobi breathed sharply. It spurred you on. You rubbed fingers against the cloth, you clit hidden from view. You parted your legs wider, gaze heavily lidded as you became entranced by your ministrations. 

Your eyes fluttered as you snuck a hand into your panties. You teased yourself with ghostly touches.

“Yes,” Tobi breathed. “Show me, show me …” 

You circled your clit, a new thrum of pleasure sweeping through you. Your other hand came to tug at your breast, the strip of your shirt falling past your shoulder. Your eyes closed at last, your ears treated to the concentrated sounds of Tobi’s clipped breath. 

“(Y/n).” 

A moan, from him. Your head fell into the cushions of the couch, spreading your legs farther apart. 

“Oh, Tobi, fuck …” 

“(Y/n) …” 

You opened your eyes, half-expecting to see Tobi’s cock cradled in his hands.

“Show me more.”

You knew what he wanted. You needed to show him everything. You shoved the band of your panties to the side, revealing your wet lips to him. 

“No,” he murmured, holding out a hand. “Give them to me.”

You retrieved your wet fingers, lifted your lower half to remove your panties. What am I doing?

He took them from you. 

“Good girl,” he said. “Keep going.”

You spread your legs for him again, reclaiming your hungry clit and rolled it between wet fingers. “A ― ahh …” You played with yourself as Tobi held your underwear hostage. You found your erect nipple beneath the fabric of your shirt and teased it, hardening the nub. Tobi leaned in, elbows on his knees, cheering you on with a silence “yes” here and there. Your vision blurred, but surely the bulge between his legs hadn’t always been there? 

A dark chuckle, followed by a falsetto of what should’ve been his true voice. “So very pretty, miss …” 

You felt your stomach tightening. You dipped a finger into your entrance, bucked up so Tobi’s view was clear. Another strangled grunt from him and your head hit the couch, his name on your lips as you clenched around your finger and abused your throbbing clit with your thumb. 

The thrums of pleasure were forever. You couldn’t hear Tobi anymore. You slit your eyes open after a moment, the reality of what you had done still far from dawning. A weight came across your body, compelling you to open your eyes further. 

You looked up, and Tobi was on top of you. 

Nestled between the gap in your thighs. One hand was at the hem of your skirt, while the other cradled your head. 

“Amazing show, Miss (L/n),” he said. “I look forward to our next meeting. I think I just may make a breakthrough.” 

Your blurred vision was not cured until several blinks later. Your eyes cleared, and he was gone. When you recovered, the sun was departing, bathing you in the orange light of its departure. 

You couldn’t even convince yourself it had been a dream; your panties were still gone. 

---------------------------------------

You hadn’t seen Tobi in weeks. 

Patients came and went, but they bored you. You diagnosed both them and their problems with ease. The only one who stuck ― who haunted your every movement, your every conscious and unconscious hour ― was Tobi. 

You were good at what you did, but still, you felt a fraud; the guilt of your … performance ― your amazing show, as Tobi had put it ― had weighed on you. How had he convinced you to do something so … raunchy? Why didn’t you stop him? 

And what was worse: you had no distractions. Work was more of a reminder than anything else. Your ex-boyfriend had completely ceased any and all contact with you, and while under normal circumstances you would have been relieved to not be pulled into such toxicity again, his utter silence had come to worry you. 

No peace for the wicked. Three attacks had come to the village in a little over two weeks. Chaos inside you and out. 

You … you were beginning to think it was all Tobi’s doing.

But you could prove nothing. If you had any sense at all you would march to the village’s police force and report everything you knew, not what you could prove. 

But … You didn’t want to. You only wanted him to return to you. 

You were just a little obsessed. 

By “obsessed” you meant: surely, Tobi had done something to your brain. You looked in the mirror and saw your face concealed by an orange, spiraling mask. You could hear his laugh before being dragged into sleep. Sometimes, shadows hugged you from behind, and you would turn to see nothing there. Nothing at all. 

Day and night, Tobi ran through your mind. The idea of him scaring your ex away thrilled you, flattered you, more than it could ever frighten you. 

You tapped the couch cushion with an agitated finger. The entire day had been a blur, four or five patients, the last having left only 10 minutes ago. Something about … wanting to insure a circus, or being run over by a clown or … something. To be totally honest, you couldn’t bring yourself to remember. 

Your world began and ended with the possibility of a knock at your door. You stared at it, the chocolate color imprinted in your mind. Static formed around your vision. 

There was no knock. 

The knob ― twisted. 

You jerked. The hair on your arm stood at attention as the knob jerked. You swallowed dryness as the dark shape of Tobi emerged, tangerine mask the only splash of color in a world of black.

Despite your eagerness, it was a while before you acknowledged his presence

“Long time no see.” 

Tobi creaked the door closed. 

“How did you know it was open?” 

Your curiosity filled the pause; which voice would Tobi meet you with?

“Something … just told me it would be.”

Ah, deep voice it is then. 

Tobi faced you. “I wasn’t intending to be gone so long.” 

“Hm,” was your reply. You looked away, arms crossed. You knew you had no right to be so … wifey. Like he was your long suffering husband who’d missed one dinner too many. But Tobi’s sudden drop from earth had affected you with an almost feverish longing, and the hold he had on you, suddenly, drove you angry. “It’s your money you’re wasting.”

“Does that mean you miss me when I’m gone?” 

You didn’t give into his teasing. 

“I have lots of other clients, Tobi,” Your truth cocktailed with lies. “Lots to keep me occupied.”

“Mhm,” Tobi said, his voice dipped mockingly “Occupied …”

You rolled your eyes as Tobi amused himself across from you. An answer to your hypothesis; you couldn’t lie to him.

“Oh, come on, Miss (L/n),” Tobi said. “What happened to your sense of humor?” 

You looked to him. “These … attacks.”

He cocked his head. “Hm?”

“Do they have anything to do with you?” 

Tobi was quiet.

“My ex,” You continued. “He used to hound me to come back to him ― and usually I would ― right up until you started seeing me. What about that?” 

The pause was longer than the last. Anxiety pumped your heart. 

“... No.” 

You didn’t know if you believed that ― could he lie to you?

“No to what?” You pressed. “The attacks or my ex?” 

A giggle. 

“Yes.” 

This cheeky motherfucker ― 

You fled from the couch, anger along with curiosity and a kaleidoscope of feelings Tobi aroused in you propelling each step away. 

“(Y/n).”

You faced him. 

“... I’m sorry.” 

You were quiet. 

“Let me make it up to you.”

“Oh really?” You said. “How?”

He faced you now, tapping the blazed wood of his mask. “I’ll show you.” 

Your eyes flashed. 

“You’ve wanted to know what I look like since the beginning, right?” he said. “Come.”

And there it was again; the same voice, compelling you to anything ― anything. You came around, hands trembling, to sit beside him. 

He took your hands, guiding them to either side of his mask. 

You breath knifed. Your fingers cradled the spiraling lines of the mask’s edge. Slowly, you began to lift, the mystery of Tobi unwinding with each inch. 

Chin … lips … nose … eyes. 

Eyes. 

One eye flared scarlet, specks of blackness swimming in the optic. The other eye was purple and forever ringed, bedecked with perennial loops spinning into eternity. A part of his face was as spiraled as his mask, the result of some injury you could not place nor name. 

A  mystery within a mystery.

The mask plopped to the floor.

Tobi’s lips curled into a smirk. “I haven’t shown anyone my face sin ―”

Whatever Tobi was going to say died away as you flung yourself onto him, your lips locking with his. 

He pulled away for only a split second, surprised by your moxy, before pulling you into a second, deeper kiss. 

You crawled atop him. Tobi’s hands feasted on you, satiating themselves on your breasts to your hips, coming to squeeze at your thighs, scooting you up farther onto him. Your surprised whimper broke the kiss for only a second before Tobi retrieved you again with his mouth. 

You startled at cold fingers on your skin, before realizing Tobi's hands had gone beyond to fiddle with your bra. His lips peppered your chin. A thought came to you as you fluttered your eyes closed.

“Do you still have them?” 

Tobi raised to look up at you, cocked his head. 

“My …” You blushed red. “Underwear.” 

“ … Yes.” 

You glared but there was no bite to it. “Give them back.”

A dark chuckle. 

“Come and get them.” 

You crashed lips to his for the third time, flicking his lips to let you in. You pushed him into the couch as his hands toyed with the clasp of your bra. In agony, you broke the kiss just to fling your shirt away and dispose of your bra, revealing your tits to him. 

Tobi’s gaze was predatory as he raised to follow you but you pressed him down again, breasts crushing to his chest. You leaned into him, nether regions against his, feeling the hardness evident there. You grinded into him, earning a soft grunt in return.

“Nevermind,” Your breath warmed his earlobe. “I don’t think I’ll need them.” 

You peppered Tobi’s chin until you nibbled his lips, tongue coming to play with his. He hugged you to him as he flipped you. You let out a girlish squeal ― so strong ― before Tobi released the kiss, trailing down your neck, nibbling at the jut of your collarbone, his hands traveling south. 

“All I could think about,” Tobi’s words kissed your nipple, flicking it with his tongue, “since you put on that little show for me …” 

You mewled as his hand slithered into your panties, fingers introduced to your wet folds. 

You let your head swing back to avoid Tobi’s taunting glare, his smirk too evil to bear. 

“So very wet, Miss …” 

Two different voices mingled in Tobi’s laugh as he stroked your clit, his teeth grazing over your abused nipple. 

“Have you touched yourself since, Miss?” 

He bit you. 

“Aa ―ahh!” 

“Have you made yourself come since …?” 

 A long, tortured stroke at your clit. 

“Ahh!” You arched into him. “Yes!” 

Tobi grunted, shifting downward on you. He tugged your skirt down your thighs, pulling your panties along. He kneeled at the couch, robbing you of your clothes, and for a second you think he will knick another pair of panties from you when he flings your skirt and underwear away, widening your legs so he might be accepted between them. 

Fingers trailed up your one inner thigh as Tobi kissed up the other. He kissed his smirk into your mons pubis, dancing around your clit, always so close ― 

Before widening your lips and licking at your clit. 

“Tobi …!” 

Tobi’s thumb came to play with your clit as he licked, a soft hum as he savored the taste of you. Your clit became the victim of both his thumb and his tongue as he played with you. Your legs squeezed his head, mewling as his tongue lapped up what threatened to leak from your folds. 

“T ― Tobi …!” You barely managed to speak at all. “I want …”

Tobi stopped, looked up to you as you propped on an elbow. 

“I want …” You were too flustered to move much; you angled your foot past Tobi’s thigh, to his crotch. 

The side of Tobi’s lips quirked. He seemed to catch onto your meaning as he raised from the floor and gestured for you to stand. You did so. 

“No,” he said, laying down again. “Use my mouth.” 

Your eyes flashed wide. You walked toward him, his hands coming to guide you as you straddled him. Your eyes rolled back as you rested against Tobi’s face, his lips coming to kiss and suck at your labia. 

You moaned out as Tobi ate you, the rest of his body clear as day to you, still clothed but muscles pronounced against the black wrappings of his outfit. He sucked hard at your clit and you fell forward, steadying yourself against the hardness of his chest. Your eyes wandered to his bulge, his erection tempting your fingers. 

You reached forward, brain hazed by Tobi’s sucking and licking, lapping up all of your juices. You threatened to lose your balance again as he hummed against your labia, his hands coming to your waist to steady you on his own. You reached, grasped his cock through his trousers ― 

Tobi pulled you forward and you gasped at the sudden jerk. 

“No.” 

He went back to work on you, squeezing your thighs into his hands. You licked your lips, tempted even more by the imprint of his cock. 

You reached again, handled his erection ― 

Smack! 

Your ass stung from the force. You squealed as in a blink, Tobi had turned you around so your back was facing his body. You looked down, his mismatched eyes narrowing at you. 

You opened your mouth to fight ― before Tobi flicked his tongue against your clit, his nose pressing into you. You straddled the couch’s arm, leaning over him. You licked your lips, the sting against your skin still mingling deliciously with Tobi’s adventurous tongue. 

He missed nothing, his tongue expertly catching up any juices that flowed from you. You grasped the couch, hard. Oh, you’d be bone dry by the time he was done with you. 

Your stomach tightened. You leaned harder into Tobi’s mouth, surely suffocating him now, but it did nothing but spur him on as he forced you to him, focusing all of his attention on your abused clit. 

“Ah ―Aaaah!” You rocked into him. Your orgasm fell over you and into Tobi’s mouth, your juices watering his tongue as you convulsed above him. You lost yourself entirely in the throes of climax, yet it didn’t matter; Tobi’s grip held you in place as he drank from you, still wagging his tongue against your clit. 

You clenched again and again, burying a hand in the black of Tobi’s hair as your climax rode itself out. You relaxed against him, felt him emerge from underneath you. 

“Delicious, Miss …”

Your back fell against the couch as Tobi came to tower you. He kissed your forehead. He reached downward, zipping down his fly. His cock sprang free and a new thrum of pleasure sang through you, but not before Tobi grabbed you, switching places with you and placing you above him once more. Your pussy moistened his cock.

“Now,” he said. “Where were we?” 

Your movements were sloppy, disoriented as you lifted your hips, maneuvered Tobi’s cock at your entrance ― and shuddered a breath as you fell forward, feeling his cock disappear between your thighs. You pressed hands against the hardness of Tobi’s chest for purchase. Your eyes widened as the full extent of Tobi’s length sheathed into you. The position made your heart flutter. You were riding him. 

Tobi’s hands found your waist again as you moved ― a light gasp escaped your lips as you bounced, miniscule movements not nearly enough to unsteady Tobi.

“Ooh ~” Tobi sang. “Oh, miss~” 

His high voice followed by a deep laugh. Your hands traveled from his pectorals to his throat, squeezing hard as you rode him. You felt him intake a sharp breath, as though caught unawares. He gripped you harder, slammed you down on his cock, earning another gasp from you.

Skin slapped as you met Tobi while he met you. You were sure you would have Tobi’s hands imprinted on your waist forevermore as you bounced, circled your hips on him. You pressed thumbs into the dip of his throat, curled your lips at the strangled moan he gave seconds after.

Tobi’s hands traveled from your waist to the stinging skin of your ass, kneading hard at the flesh. His mismatched eyes flickered to your wild breasts, bouncing and swinging with your harsh pace. 

“So rough~” 

You bucked down onto him, the squeal he gave in return bordering on girlish ―

“Oh, miss, you’re so good ~”

A blink and you were underneath him, his weight forced on you. 

“If I had known you were like this the whole time, miss,” Tobi said, pausing to lick the plump of your lips, “I wouldn’t have waited so long.” 

And he thrust, hard, into you. Your lips parted to gasp, only to be filled with Tobi’s two fingers. You sucked on his dual digits as he pounded you, throwing a leg over his shoulder to open you wider to him. 

Your skin stung as he hit against you, slapped endlessly with each hard thrust. Your eyes roll as Tobi’s hand returned the favor, clasp over your throat. 

“No,” his deep voice commanded. “Look at me.” 

Mouth agape, you obeyed. Tobi’s hand rolled over your helpless clit. You arched into his hold, eyes fluttering on his wicked smile from above. You gasped as he tightened his hold on your throat ―so strong. He swiped your clit, swiping as his hips crash into yours ― again, again, again ― 

“To ―Tobi …!” 

“Such a tight little willing cunt,” Tobi growled. He sunk you into the couch with each powerful thrust, pulling out until the tip of his cock tickled your entrance, only to slam back into you with a bruising pace. “Just like I thought …” 

You mewled and whined underneath him, the force of his pounding overwhelming. You felt the tightness return to your stomach as Tobi praised your cunt for taking him so well, his fingers dancing over your clit. You choked out against his grip, resisting another eye-roll as it becomes too much ― 

Only for Tobi to pull out entirely, leaving you disturbingly barren. 

“No ―!” You gasped, your orgasm sinking beyond the horizon. Tobi’s hand left you and you raised ― only for him to twist you over. You tits jiggled and squeeze against the cushions as Tobi wrung your hands around, holding them at your back. 

You relented all control, eyes closing; does this mean he’s not stopping? 

You felt the heat of his cock against your skin, slipping through the plush slip of your ass, then ― 

Your pained squeal mingled with Tobi’s laughter as his cock slipped into your puckered ass. 

“Tobi …!”

He paid you no mind, gripped your hips, thrusting before you could adjust to his length. You bit into your tongue as he dragged your ass back to meet him. 

“Perfect …” 

You tried to bury yourself in the cushions ― only to be pulled back by Tobi’s grip on your hair. You arched, this time only to accommodate his hold on you. The thrusts shifted from painful to painfully pleasurable, and you moaned in his hold, rocking back into his hands.

“Good,” Tobi said. “Don’t pretend like you don’t like it, miss.” 

You could feel the plush of your ass bouncing against his abdomen, the tightness coming back but of a different kind. You clenched your ass involuntarily, choked as Tobi’s weight came over your back, his hand shadowing your cunt, palming your clit. 

“You wanna come?” he breathed in your ear. “Want your patient to make you cum?” 

You balance against the couch’s arm with a loud moan, Tobi’s hold on your hair flipping your head back.

“Yes! Gods, Tobi, please ―!” 

Your hands fist over the loose cushions as Tobi pounded you with all his force. He released your hair as you came with a scream, your head falling into the couch. Your orgasm speared you along with his cock, and yet he kept on, thrusting hard into you. 

“Yes …!” Tobi hissed. 

It had felt as though you had been fucked forever when he finally pulled out. You twisted your head to see him leave the couch, but there was no need; Tobi lifted your head, his grip strong enough to make you abandon the couch and land on your knees in front of him. 

A sinful thrum of pleasure fluttered your pussy as you knew what was to come. Tobi fisted his cock above your face. You closed your eyes. 

With a deep groan, his cum painted your skin ― your lips, your chin, the upper plains of your chest. You licked up some of the heated coating that frosted your lips. 

Once finished, Tobi still stood above you, head hung back, completely clothed, and it occurred to you that the two of you were at the moment opposites in every way. You occupied yourself, devouring the bitterness of his seed as he settled into post-coital bliss. 

It was you who raised to meet him, wrapping arms around his waist, head tilted to see him. 

“Come back,” You said. “Just one more time.” 

Tobi tilted his head at you, inquisitive but quiet. He seemed more human to you now, but no less a mystery. 

“You’ve seen too much.”

“I won’t tell a soul,” You said, tightening your grip. Who would you tell? Who cared? “I promise. I just … want you.” 

Let me come with you. Whatever it was Tobi did, whether it was underground, corrupt, illegal, you didn’t care. You wanted whatever this was to last, you wanted to know Tobi, intimately, forever. You wanted to be the help he needed, his partner, his … 

Tobi’s hand came to cup your head, a gesture that came with pain due to the many grips on your scalp, but his hold was gentle. 

“I want to help you …” You said. “You know I can; in more ways than one, if you want …” 

Tobi's mismatched gaze roamed to the floor. He considered what you were saying. Then, he smiled. 

It saw it come before it came. Would he kill you? Or …? 

“You remind me so much of her,” Tobi said. “She would’ve wanted to help me, too …”

You choose not to delay your demise, whatever shape it came in. You brought a hand up to his cheek, turning his gaze back to you ―

You admired the purple of his eye, the scarlet of the other ― 

Blackness. 

-----------------------------------

You had gone completely limp in his hold. He held at the small of your back, your body arched against him as though dipped in a dance. 

“Sorry, Miss …” Tobi said, his lighter voice alleviating the tension he felt in his chest. “But this is what you’re good at. Tobi can’t take you away.”

He settled you on the couch, retrieved the folded blanket that was lingering on its back and sheltered your naked body with it. 

“You can’t ever know Tobi, and you won’t remember him, either,” Tobi said. “Tobi thinks it’s better this way. Because, in the end … You can’t ever know Tobi. We’re all just playing parts.”

He saw an older Rin in your sleeping face, saw you as your lips parted and snuggled into the interior of the couch. 

“This was good for Tobi, though,” Tobi said as he approached the door. “Tobi … enjoyed talking about his feelings.” 

Tobi took one more lingering look at you, before readjusting the mask he wore at all times and left the door, locking it behind him.

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[obitohno]

hi jordan 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 i saw ur ask and i swear ilysm and i will answer it don’t worry ! i wanna see how many more people send me an ask👀 i really love all this attention and wanna wake up to a flooded inbox :( BUT before i forget i was wondering if you can indulge a thirst of mine as a mini present, it’s okay if you can’t !!!!

but im wondering how obito would act when my birthday come around?🥺 talking about him earlier got me in a mooood and i still haven’t gotten out of it

26/09/22 | obito x sosa

synopsis ↬ obito just wants your special day to be exactly that; special.

themes ↬ fem! reader, nsfw, 18+, fluff, smut, soft sex, unprotected sex, raw sex, birthday sex, missionary, creampies, breeding, soft boy obito, he’s a whole mess, but in the best way possible, he loves you lots n lots

word count ↬ 0.8k

a/n ↬ i know that i’ve already sent birthday wishes to you, but here are some extra special uchiha forehead taps to go along with this thirst. sorry for spamming your dms about this,, i just wanted to make sure that it was right bc i was just so excited when i received your request. i really hope that you not only enjoy the read, but i also hope that you’re having a wonderful birthday. this one is from me, to you, sosa

obito, admittedly, has been so busy with preparing for your birthday that when the day finally dawns, he actually forgets. 

he’s spent the last two weeks stressing about what gift to buy, because, fuck, he’s never done this before, and although kakashi has told him that he’s pretty sure that you’d be happy with just about anything that obito would give you, when the eve of your birthday had arrived, he’d rushed to buy something, anything that would somehow convey just a fraction of his love for you. 

he’d been picky, and after the longest three hours of kakashi’s life, he’d finally settled on a dainty chain, decorated with a simple leaf-shaped charm. 

the night before, he’d double and triple checked the plan for tomorrow’s evening, the morning kept free due to the fact that he already knew that you’d want to lounge in bed until at least noon. and whilst you’re busy showering after dinner, he takes the time to carefully wrap the velvet-lined box that he’d purchase earlier, and manages to write a message in the best hand that his messy scrawl can produce. 

he goes to bed that night, nervous, but confident that he’s ready to share your special day with you, only, when he wakes the next morning, you’re already peering at him, wide awake. your soft smile greets him, and he instinctively returns it with the lazy upturn of the corner of his mouth. his limbs stretch, and as a groan is expelled from his lungs, he reaches for you, just like he does so every morning. you curl into him, giggling when he releases a low moan of protest when the cold of your toes press to his shin. 

his lips seek yours, fingers tilting your chin towards his as your thumb comes to lovingly stroke over the scarring of his right cheek. it’s taken several years for him to grow out of the habit of flinching whenever you touch him like this, and so when you do so this time, he’s all but purring under your attentions. 

it doesn’t take long for his cock to stir, the length already engorging with blood as it rests upon your thigh, and he’s soon shifting to lie atop you, pressing his weight in all of the right places as he cages in on you. 

this morning, he makes love to you with sleep hazing his thrusts that are uncharacteristically languid, and whilst he’s usually quite vocal in bed, this time, each sigh and moan of your name is sweetly murmured into the crook of your neck, his lips latching onto the sensitive skin. the length of his cock idly glides and teases at the soaked walls that eagerly suck him in with each forward cant of his hips and he rolls his groin against yours, balls pressed tight to the plush of your lower cheeks, his smooth, rounded tip kissing at your cervix with each thrust that steals your breath. 

and when you moan so prettily like that, what choice does he have but to spill into you, stuffing your cunt until his seed claims it as his own? 

heart hammering away in the depths of his chest, his lips mould to yours, and he kisses you so softly that it makes you feel giddy with excitement. your face feels warm when those dark orbs lock onto yours. his mouth stretches into another of those smiles that have yet to fail to make your stomach twist with nerves, and your breath is stolen from your lungs when his nose bumps to yours, his eyelids drooping shut. 

‘love you.’ 

the words aren’t unfamiliar to you—you’ve heard him say them plenty enough. but to have him say it today, of all days, makes the corners of your eyes crinkle as you beam back up at him. 

‘love you too, ‘bito.’ 

he’s still buried within you as you return the sentiment, and thus, you’re able to feel the twitching of his length as it reawakens, slowly filling your white-stained walls once more. your index finger crooks as it strokes down the bridge of his nose, and you hum a gentle titter of laughter that has his cheeks reddening. 

‘don’t think i’ve ever had birthday sex before,’ you’re hiding a yawn with the back of your hand, only noticing the way that his entire body stills against yours, his eyes widening. there’s a pause, and upon squinting at the look of sheer horror that comically plasters itself onto his face, your brows raise quizzically. ‘’bito?’ 

the bedsheets are suddenly flying in the air, and his cock is harshly tugged from your pussy in a way that actually makes you squeal aloud. he pauses his rush in order to press a quick, apologetic kiss to your mouth, ‘sorry, sorry, sorry—‘m so fuckin’ sorry—’

and then he’s tripping over his own feet in order to scramble from the bed, door almost thrown off of its hinges as it ricochets from the wall behind it. you are left tangled in a mess of sheets, and you can only gawk at the sight of his very naked behind hurriedly disappearing down the hallway. 

‘i’ll be right back!’

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[icameheretoreadstuff]

High Demand

Pairing: Obito x F!Reader Warnings: 18+! MDNI!, NSFW, Smut, dry humping, sub/dom, choking, overstimulated, multiple orgasm. Summary: He's currently sitting on a chair having some sort of a meeting when youre feeling in the mood, well you don't wanna wait do you? so people are just gonna have to leave. A/N: masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr.

You walked into the room with your eyes set on Obito, he had his mask on so currently he was Tobi but you didn't care. You wanted to be railed and fucked out of your mind by his delicious cock. You walked over to the table and looked at him with a smile.

He was middle in a conversation when people stopped, they could tell something was going on but didn't know how to respond. Tobi looked up at you, You smirked at him as you moved sat down onto his lap. He bit his under lip under his mask and closed his eyes shut "Leave~" he said in his Tobi voice and people instantly walked out of the room.

You removed his mask and placed it behind you on the table and stood up. "off with your coat please" you smirked as you opened up yours and revealed you were naked underneath. He stood up pretending he wasnt turned on and removed his coat.

He forgot he couldn't hide his face anymore, so you could clearly see he was turned on by how he was checking you out. "sit please" you said and he chuckled as he tried to take the controll back, but failing when you looked so good naked like this infront of him. It really turned him on seeing you like this, but he couldn't let you know that. He wanted to punish you a little first. you did interrupt a meeting.

You straddled him and grabbed his shoulders as you began to grind your pussy onto his clothed boner. He moved his hips down so you could sit better and grind on his cock more properly. "Youre very demanding, you know that?" he hummed as he stroked your thighs and held onto your ass while you grinded slowly onto him.

You leaned closer to kiss him when he leaned back "wait" he smirked "let me see how bad you want it" he teased "babe?" you chuckled amused. "If you want me to kiss you and fuck you, just the way you like it" he teased "you better cum first, let me see how bad you want it" his words rang into your head. "Then place your hands on the table" you smirked as you grinded on him, he swallowed hard while staring as your breasts bounced while grinding "Telling me what to do now, huh?" he smirked amused as he placed his hands on the table, leaning back to get a better look at you.

You gripped tighter on his shoulders as you could feel his cock pressing up against your clit. "I want you so bad" you hummed. He was gripping the table tight as you grinded on his cock "I need more" you whined as you dragged down his pants "fuck" you whimpered as you could see his precum dripping from his cock. "y/n-" he warned you "It's not enough, I need more" you panted as you placed his throbbing cock between your folds. He panted as his head leaned back and let out moans "Fuck" he panted as he leaned his head back and stared at your lips.

You moaned as you could feel you were close, your wet clit grinding on his dick while your rolled your hips really turned him on. He knew he not should’ve let you but it felt too good for him to care, and seeing you this needy infront of him like this made it hard for him.

"let me hear your pretty moans" he cooes. You moaned more and more as your hips went automatically, grinding as your palm pushed his dick closer into your clit. "fuck" you moaned as you closed your eyes. "no, no eyes on me" he smirked while panting "obito" you moaned as you opened your eyes "please let me use your cock" you pleaded while moaning "I want to fuck you please" you whimpered "yeah?" he smirked "how bad?" you moaned in response "show me how much you want it" he teased "I wanna hear it" he huffed. You could feel your breath become uneven as you were close to climaxing "want you so bad" you moaned as his dick felt so good thrusting up into your clit, you whimpered into his ear "fuck you" you moaned loudly, as you panted and bit his shoulder as you climaxed.

Suddenly he gripped your thighs, laid you down onto the table and placed your legs onto his shoulders as he laid over you and stroked his big cock a couple of times before he placed his tip out side of your entrance. You whimpered as you leaned up on your elbows to look down on his cock "obito" you whimpered "please" you looked up at him and he smirked as he pushed his cock deep inside you.

"you like that?" He moaned and huffed as he went deeper "Finally having my cock deep inside you like this?" he moved his hands under your ass, holding your ass, causing him to go even deeper. "fuck" you moaned, feeling him thrusting deep into you. Your walls were hugging his length as he thrusted into you.

"tell me how much you love my fucking cock" he groaned as he began to slam his hips hard into you "So much" you moaned as he leaned over you and rolled his hips as he clapped his hips so hard into you, You gasped silently as you had to hold onto his muscled arms to not fly off while he thrusted hard into you.

"Yeah, you love my cock don't you" unable to answer him he gripped your neck as his hips clapped hard into you "you love it when I fuck you hard like this" he huffed, you felt like you were fucked out to talk.

"stopping a meeting cause you love my cock, so fucking needy" your mind was foggy as you kept moaning "fucking brat" he hummed.

You panted as you squeezed your walls around him "squeezing me like that, fuck" he groaned as he chocked you, he loved seeing you dumbfucked on his cock "Can't even punish you the way I want to" he hummed "When you squeeze me like that"

"fuck I cant hold back" he moaned "I gotta fill you up" he panted as his hips automatically thrusted hard into you "obito~" you hummed "oh fuck" he groaned "Im so close" he let out a silent deep moan as he gasped silently and thrusted hard into you "cum with me" he panted "y/n" you moaned in response as you curled your toes and climaxed. He choked you harder and climaxed deep inside you while moaning.

He panted as he let go of your neck and sat down onto the chair "fuck" he panted as he looked at your swollen overstimulated clit, he licked his underlip as he smirked at you.

You sat up and were ready to leave to clean yourself up when he stopped you "where are you going?" he smirked "I'm not done yet with you" he grinned as he stood up from his chair and kissed you "I'm not done punishing you yet"

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Day 1: Praise & Lipstick

A Shame

Pairing: Obito Uchiha x Sex Worker!Reader

Genre: Oneshot, smut, kinktober prompt

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: afab!reader, sex worker!reader, vaginal sex, oral sex female receiving, praise kink, lipstick kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, body marking, naked female clothes male, strong language

A/N: Tis the first kinktober prompt, sorry for posting late but I do live in Florida and we just had a hurricane so its been a bit ROUGH. I had to pick up a tree on the first and now we're picking up a turned over treehouse. I am going to try my best to keep up but don't expect a post everyday please. Anyway, here we are, hope you enjoy~

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You had no idea who he was, where he came from, but that was all a part of the job. Most of your clients were vague or went by an alias. What set him apart from the others was the fact that you had never seen his face. Always wearing a mask, the only physical characteristic that was normally visible was his spiked black hair. It looked fun, unruly, like he woke up with it that way and left it, if he ever slept that is.

He’d worn different masks over the years, with different lengths of hair, it was almost like a way to check the passage of time. The masked man had first come to you when you had just begun your job as a special type of conversationalist. His mask at the time was yellow, with black stripes beginning at the left side and ending at pointed tips on the right. A single hole for his right eye. His voice at the time had entranced you, deep and eloquent.

After that, the next you saw him he wore a mask of orange that swirled around the eye hole on the right. Sometimes, you wondered if he was horribly scarred and disfigured, and that was why he wore the mask. The thought made your transactions a bit more thrilling for you, but his lower anatomy seemed perfectly fine. If anything, it seemed too fine. Very healthy. So you didn’t dwell on it, too much.

You saw him in the orange most mask often. It reminded you of candy, but you’d never tell him that. He embodied anonymity and exuded power and arrogance. He never even gave you a name to call him by. He really piqued your curiosity, but you knew asking questions could scare him away; you certainly didn’t want that. Though you were willing to push the envelope, if only a little. “Are you sure you don’t have a name?”

“Are you normally so curious about your patrons?”

“No,” you teased, a coy smile on your painted lips. A manicured finger snuck its way to your chin and you winked at him. “Only the ones I like.”

He didn’t respond, only stood and began to look around the room. You watched him as he milled about, a tilt to your head. The masked man had surprised you with his visit, but then again, he never scheduled appointments. He paid well though, that was for sure, so you never minded his impropriety. He had barged in to middle of your session with your previous client and tugged you from the man by your bicep, not that you minded, the other man had gotten boring after all. And he was always welcome.

You knew he must be a shinobi of some sort, only they were so secretive even during their most vulnerable moments. He lacked a hitai-ate so the guessing game became more fun. Maybe he’s one of the Kage, you wondered. Not that it mattered. It wouldn’t be the first time a man of delicate position found his way to your services, and he wouldn’t be the last.

He picked up one of your tubes of lipstick, the same deep red you had chosen for his next arrival. “This shade is new,” he commented.

“Yes, it’s limited edition. I picked it up last weekend.” You leaned forward, curling your arms around your bent knee and placing your head atop it. “Want some sake?”

You assumed he was glancing at you as he turned, but you weren’t sure. Being what you were meant people looked all the time, you were numb to the feeling. “Pour it for me.”

Pleased, you began to do as he asked. The clear liquid filled both porcelain cups quickly. He sat across from you, the lipstick tube still in his gloved hand. You picked up the cups and smirked. Slowly you spread your legs, revealing your naked sex and loosening the robe you wore. With your midriff bared you deliberately poured both drinks on your navel. A shiver went through you at the temperature contrast, but your body quickly warmed the alcohol as it dripped down your front. “Oops, I spilled them.”

“I can see that,” he tilted his head to the side, his tone flat. “And what do you want me to do about it?”

“Well,” you spread your legs further apart as he leaned forward. “We can’t let good sake go to waste now, can we?”

You were practically purring. He hummed, pretending to be thoughtful. His gloved hand reached forward and ran along your wet skin. He gathered the clear alcohol on his deft fingers and smoothed them down your front in a fluid motion. Those leather covered, wet digits, reached your heated center and began to feel around as if he’d never touched you before. A sigh left your lips, and you closed your eyes and tilted your head back. “The usual rules?”

“Do you need to ask?” The man sounded a bit gruff and you could feel him lean forward.

“No, but I like to hear you talk.”

“Is that right?” There was an odd sound, like a hollow wooden disk clicking out of place. A shiver ran down your spine when you felt hot breath fan against your genitals. He had eaten you out once before, it was short and passionate but addicting all the same. You had tried to entice him into it his previous visit, but he had only been interested in what your body could do for him, which was something you enjoyed showing him. It felt like a blessing to be touched by such fine lips again. “If you’re good, maybe you’ll get to hear some praise.”

“I would love nothing more.”

You felt his tongue first, a strong stripe from the bottom to the top with a bit more pressure added when he reached your clit. “Mmm,” you leaned back on your hands. He swiped his tongue again before focusing in on your twitching entrance, the man pressed his wet appendage inside. As his muscle entered you, you felt the bump of something rough against your swollen bud. “Uhn,” you flinched.

Was that his mask? He pressed his tongue in further and whatever it was pressed against your clit so hard you let out an odd sound. The man chuckled, a rich and deep baritone that made the base of your spine tingle. You had never gotten a reaction like that from him before. “Is something amiss?”

“No, not at all,” you replied too quickly for your own liking, your mask of professionalism beginning to crumble under the abnormal stimulation. The pressure stopped as he pulled back a bit.

“Hmm,” he hummed, his lips kissing against your inner thigh before nibbling on the fatty flesh. He licked his way back to your arousal and muttered. “Hold still and I’ll make you cum.”

“Please,” you uttered softly. The man pressed his tongue into you, his mask pressed against your clit again. You moaned softly, your hands clenched and the knot in your stomach tightened. His tongue swirled and pressed against your front wall; your breath hitched. It was a pleasant pressure but mixed together with the mask against your clit you felt your body thrum unlike it ever had before.

It had been so long since a client had made you cum. And for it to be him? Your favorite? You wanted it more than you wanted anything else. Your back arched, his leather clad hands reached behind you to grab the globes of your ass, tube of lipstick still in one. He kneaded the flesh between his large fingers, pressing you closer to his mouth and spreading your cheeks apart. The man massaged the flesh slowly and your excitement only grew when he started to groan at the feeling of your soft flesh. Your vaginal walls fluttered, and you panted as you asked, “Can I cum, please sir?”

You were so close to squirming, your clit throbbed against the lip of the orange mask and your insides throbbed with need. The familiar knot at the base of your stomach was so ready to explode but you held off, much to your bodies dismay. He continued his assault, his face and tongue pressing even deeper. The mask against your clit almost hurt and you whined. “Please, please, please,” you begged, feeling desperate.

His tongue pulled back and you frown in disappointment until he spoke, “Go on good girl, cum on my tongue. Let me taste the fruits of my labor.”

His tongue pressed back in; his hands pushed your hips further against his mouth. He bobbed his head as he waggled his tongue inside of you and you thrust your hips in time with the muscle. The extra motion added more friction to your clit and with one final drag against the top of your walls you came undone and let out a low moan of relief.

He didn’t linger long, just removed his tongue from your entrance and replaced his mask before he sat up and leaned over you. The man placed one hand firmly near your hip, the one that still held the lipstick tube, and the other he used to gather the slick that had collected on the lip of his mask. He mixed the arousal together on his fingertips and watched as it strung together in a sticky mess. “Your taste is pleasing.”

Your body thrummed. “How should I return the favor?”

“Slowly,” he paused and brought the slick covered hand to your chin. His thumb rubbed against your red-stained lips, back and forth as he seemed to watch you intently. “Torturously slow.” The man pressed against your bottom lip and dragged it down, he smeared your arousal and lipstick down to your neck with his fingers before he began to stroke the tender flesh at your pulse. “I want to watch my good girl squirm and I want to get that pretty shade of red everywhere.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded your head enthusiastically. “All you have to do is command me,” you told him softly. He pressed down against your neck, not quite choking you but adding enough pressure to make you lay back. The robe you still loosely wore fanned out underneath you as he climbed on top. The man’s fingers crawled back to your mouth and circled your lips again, the smell of yourself mixed with the leather and you stared into the hole in his mask as he smeared your red lipstick more.

Boldly, you reached for his trousers and licked his thumb as you glanced at the tent in his pants. You released his stiffened member from its cloth confines and bucked your hips in eagerness. His turgid cock dripped with precum and throbbed as you caressed it with your palm. He was well endowed with a delicious curve that felt like heaven scraping against your walls. “Are you looking for more praise? A reward?” He brought your lipstick back up and used both hands to uncap it and twist it upward. “Or are you that desperate for my cock?”

“You know you’re one of my favorites.”

“Hm,” he seemed to contemplate your words and the lipstick before he brought it to your skin and began writing on your abdomen. “I know I am your favorite.”

“Oh?” The cosmetic on your skin felt silky as it glided along your stomach and up over your breasts.

“The lazy grin on your face when you greet me, like a dog greeting its master, speaks volumes. Your body’s eagerness for me strokes my ego,” he paused his writing to press himself against your entrance. “The way your essence oozes from you like the sweetest of creams whenever I call you good girl tells me all that I need to know.”

He pressed inside of you, torturously slow. Every inch spread you open in that deliciously familiar way that made your toes curl. You wrapped your legs around his waist and squeezed them in an attempt to urge him to go faster; he did not give in. Slowly, oh so slowly, he bottomed out inside of you and you ground yourself against him. It felt so good, he began to slowly drag himself out. “Your velvety walls always rub me so well, they’re so warm and welcoming. I can feel how much they missed me.”

One of his hands gripped your throat while the other went back to writing. You moaned as his hips continued to torture yours, his heavy balls swung against your backside with every forceful push inward and every grind you both did in unison. He ground himself against you, his pelvic bone hitting your clit and making you pant, and you ground yourself against him to feel him swirl your insides like a whirlpool. “I crave your body like a drug,” he finished his scrawling and threw the empty lipstick tube behind him. The dark-haired man gripped your thighs tightly and pushed your knees back to your chest. “So continue to be the good girl I know you can be while I indulge myself to the fullest.”

Immediately his speed picked up to a brutal pace, the abrupt change felt like it knocked the wind out of you and you gripped parts of the robe behind your head to try to ground yourself. “Ahn, oh, yes, oh, haaa,” you squeezed your eyes shut and moved your hips together with his to feel the full pleasure his member provided.

“Yes, that’s right,” he groaned, every muscle in his toned body flexing along with yours to reach the peak of your pleasures. “Feel the pleasure I bring you, let it consume you. Think only of me as others try to achieve what only I can.”

One of his hands left your leg and reached your breast, he rubbed your nipple harshly, aggressively. You knew it would be sore later but that didn’t bother you. All you cared about was receiving more praise and more pleasure from his body. “Nnn, almost there!”

“Go on, cum around my cock. Show me just how good you are.”

You reach your second peak of the evening, and your walls clench around him as you do. He groans loudly and pulls out, with two pumps of his fist he releases right on top of the lipstick words he spent so much time writing. He reaches a gloved hand out and rubs and smears the lipstick and spend together on your abdomen, his head tilted almost in fascination as he does so. Your breathing is heavy as you watch him and he is the first to recover and redress himself.

After he’s finished wiping himself and straightening his clothing you sit up, not bothering to adjust your appearance. It is still your room, after all. “You know you don’t always have to be in such a hurry to leave.”

He ignores you and pulls out his wallet, he places more than the usual amount of bills on your dresser next to your cosmetics collection. As he replaces the wallet he says, “Buy that lipstick again.”

With that he leaves, and you sigh almost as soon as he’s gone. You removed your robe the rest of the way and use it to wipe the remaining spunk off of your abdomen, careful to keep as much of the red writing as you possibly could. After you’re sure the sperm wont drip down your body you stand on shaky legs and approach the mirror by your wardrobe. The lipstick markings read ‘property of’ the name was smudged out by his spend and hands before continuing with ‘touch her and die’.

You pursed your lips together and placed your head in your hands, a disappointed pout marring your features. “He did that on purpose,” you muttered, annoyed that if you had looked at your stomach earlier you would’ve gotten to see his name. A shame.

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