#uchiha obito x f!reader

[visionsofmagic]

day 4: uchiha obito [mutual masturbation]

࿓ synopsis • you can’t deny the desire you have for obito and you want to show it.

―❦ nsfw, akatsuki member!obito, watching, voyeurism, pet names, humiliaton, day dreaming (kinda), masturbation, fingering, neck holding, cum eating, swearing, ordering, power play (a little), shinobi!reader, f!reader. • 1.9k • so fun to write this maniac yet broken man, love him soo much, much favorite character from naruto beside kakashi. enjoy! [kinktober m.]

he is a wanted former shinobi, a danger to all nations, and you’re just someone he knows from the past he can’t get his mind off. 

it’s always like this; he leaves the others, the world behind the moment the sun disappears, and the shining stars lighten the sky up in the night of the hidden leaf. he comes here – comes to you. he knows you wait for him because the same circle of events happened for at least 2 years now. he stays behind the tree, behind your door’s windows yet gazes on inside, traveling on your body, watching every movement, and having a peaceful – even paradise, away from the cruel world behind him.

it’s simple – maybe it isn’t but he doesn’t care; he just likes to sit on a tree, and see the sight before him – you while cooking, reading, laughing at something you watch or read, playing with your hair, sometimes pouting – cute, he thinks, and he finds them enjoyable because it is you – the only person he sees entirely, he seeks and he misses. 

however, this night isn’t simple, it’s complex – he realizes even before coming here, finding you sitting on the edge of your bed, the window is wide open, the wind of the hidden leaf flows into your room, a few things fly from here to there including your hair. you seem as if you don’t notice any of it – you don’t, he can say, after with the arrival of his presence, you only focus on him.

you don’t look, eyes still on the wall in front of you, hands between your thighs, the marks of heat you have are visible on your body that is lighted below the gleam of the moon.

obito isn’t blind, no, he has an eye to see clearly, even under the dark light of the night, even from that far. the vision helps him to witness the scene before him with magnificent quality and detail.

he isn’t dumb either – can be the most intelligent man in the whole world. you know it, you always tell him how smart he is, catching little details, especially when it comes to you. he remembers the moments you were surprised when he understood gestures even though you can’t realize what you’re doing, so when he comes here, he doesn’t waste a second time to gather enough knowledge about what is going on.

he leaves a deep chuckle under his mask, a hand stays on one of the branches of the tree he is sitting on, “what a silly girl,” he says, head tilting to the side when you close your eyes, opening them again, and taking a deep breath.

with the knowledge of what you will do next, he gets excited – only you can make him feel this kind of emotion with the rest of the others including lust. he doesn’t have to be smart to get the hints; his girl – he likes to call you that, sitting on the bed, a thin white night dress you chose to wear that shows your entire body underneath it – hardened nipples because of both the cold night and him are visible, exposed thighs clenching together, and a bottle of oil standing on the bed, beside you.

it isn’t surprising that you are naughty and horny, wanting to create a show only obito can witness to. you tried this before, maybe more innocent, but you did. however, obito can’t deny that this one is far more different than the previous ones. his rapid breaths prove him right and when you take another deep breath, he sees determination in your sparkling eyes, and it catches him off the ground when you suddenly change your position.

now you sit right in front of the open window – him. he can see you directly – not your side profile. if you look up, he knows your eyes will be in contact with each other.

you don’t anyway. your eyes focus on your thigh, opening them wider, slowly, you pick up the dress until your soaked pussy can be seen – he holds his voice low when he leaves a growl, hand grips the brunch tighter, head tilts forward to see it closer – “oh maker,” he says, “what a beautiful pussy!”

he knows you hear him because your cheeks begin to burn with redness, hands squeeze the fabric of your dress, eyes half-closed. 

he waits for you to move on – to give him more – he’s needy; the desire to come into your room and have you under him right away is pleasing to the ear, however, he wants to wait, you prepared for him after all. he wants to see how far his good girl can go.

two fingers get inside your wet mouth, the tongue licks them from tip to toe – his cock twitch with lust; that wet fingers travel down to your pussy, standing on your folds and playing with them, slowly enough to drive him crazy.

he expects you to put your fingers inside that fleshy pussy of yours yet you have a different plan; your left-hand finds the thin strap of the dress as the other stays still, playing with the folds, earning low lewd sounds mixing with your rapid breaths. 

taking off the straps from your shoulders, it falls into your abdomen in a smooth motion, hardened nipples and the cute flesh of your breasts are revealed, making obito’s hand find his clothed cock under the cloak of akatsuki. another growl goes out of his parted and dry lips, he licks them to feel wet as if his lips taste your pussy, kneeling down and eating it out.

somehow his mind goes all dizzy, taking functions of moving from his brain, filling it with you who starts to play with hardened nipples, squeezing them from time to time – low moans leave your opened mouth that obito wants to put his cock into – for another day, he thinks.

he needs to live this moment and enjoy it at the highest level.

after quite a foreplay with your breasts – squeezing, slapping, licking them, you have obito in a state of a needy man whose mind is full of lust, brown eye activates the sharingan because he never wants to forget, the cloak is long forgotten under his feet, cock is standing inside his palm, precum licking from it.

the fingers finally enter your pussy in one go, the head is thrown back, a scream can be heard, minds lose themselves, and sin remains behind.

it’s feels so wrong and so right at the same time; neither of you cares yet the feeling of it drives both of you mad. hunger for one to another rising up with a dangerous rate in sync with your fingers going and out of your now wetter pussy, lewd sounds filling the room travel inside to outside until it reaches the man who jerking himself off while reaching euphoria closer owing to the sight he watches; wide open legs, pussy clenching around the fingers that give pleasure – but he knows well that he is one of your ultimate pleasure givers by only staring at your nearly naked body, eyes blurry, mouth half-open, breasts bouncing in rhythm.

“fuck -!” he swears under his breath, close to the edge like you, hand getting faster. “pretty –“ he says louder, wanting it to reach your ears, and it does. “my pretty girl, go on, give me –“ 

nodding to him, you lower your head down so that you look at each other. 

eye to eye, breath to breath, heart to heart – you see the red eye he has, taking your breath away, and an idea pops inside your mind when you can’t see the lower part of his body. you guess what he’s doing under there but you need to see it, so, you chuckle, teasing him, “oh, my greedy pretty boy, can’t handle watching me like this?” it is a question, indeed, but it doesn’t feel like it. “come closer,” you say, ass moves until you reach the middle of the bed, getting away from him to provoke him. it’s unfair that he can see your pussy yet you can’t see his cock. “please –“ you say, close to the edge, “ooohh, obito –!”

without any control of the body, he moves on his own with the help of eagerness, jumping to the window fast enough to make you rethink your plan once again. the idea vanishes into thin air when your eyes connect with him; standing with his glory, he sits on the edge of the window, the mask is still on but the eye – oh that hazardous eye that can end lives gives life to you now, hands stay on the thighs to show off his thick and long cock – and yes, you open your eyes wider when you see it, precum is all over it. you have to fight with the urge of kneeling down on the ground and taking it into your mouth, sucking it, licking it so that he can fuck you with all that wetness afterward – 

“pretty,” he says after chuckling deeply, taking your mind all to himself – to his presence. “move your fingers,” he orders, sounds deep and sending chills down your spine. you wait no more, readjusting the fingers, going back to the rhythm and rate you had – the difference this time is that you witness how his hand rubbing his cock, up and down, giving a weakness to you that you merely have the power to continue.

want to make him cum, make a mess, wins – you get up on your knees, rising on the bed, three fingers giving you pleasure as you bounce below them, breasts bouncing, acting like it’s his cock you’re bouncing on – riding, you moan his name, “aggh -! o – oohh –obito! please,” you don’t know what you’re begging for, neither he is – maybe a bit yet you go on screaming his name, pleases wandering around the room, eyes look at his eye and his cock, a hand holding your breasts from time to time and a sin blooms in the night.

then, he says, “fucking cum.” and you do, your own cum dripping into your fingers – to the sheets, and his white semen flows into his long fingers, ending on the floor.

getting weak – exhausted, you sit down, hands on the bed, looking up, taking a sip of achievement because you drove him mad – too needy, too greedy – and ended up masturbating with you.

a smile appears on your face, he comes closer, and he tilts his head, pointing to your mouth, “open your mouth,” he sounds bossy, alerting you that if you don’t do what he tells you, you will end up in a situation that you face with real menace side of obito, so, you open your dry mouth due to all that moans, and he puts his fingers that full of semen into it. his free hand caresses your hand as you suck his fingers off, bitter taste of the semen that belongs to obito burns the throat – you want more. “my good girl, did that all for me? and even cleaning the mess she caused,” he chuckles, fingers roaming on the lips, hand now holding the neck, kneeling down closer, the eye sparkles – turning the room into the new setting of sin which will bloom sooner than you thought, “will take care of that wet pussy after I fuck this beautiful mouth of yours. will fill all holes with my cum to reward you for the show, my special whore.”

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina ! special thanks. 🎆

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[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.”

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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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[mayhem-neverending]

The Big Bad Wolf

Part IV

Word Count: 3,404

Warnings: Descriptions of anxiety, depression

Note: I really hope this flows okay, because I was writing this from my notebook while also working through the next part and it made my brain a little wonky. Also, right after I had copied it, my kid somehow deleted the whole thing so I was just barely saved.

After falling asleep the moment your head hit the pillow and getting a full night’s rest, you were more than ready to start your busy day. Your first order of business after dropping your son off was to pay a visit to Lord Sixth. 

You ambled down the hall to the office, waving at a few acquaintances who passed. Standing in front of the large oak door, you knocked lightly, hoping your timing wasn’t disturbing any important meetings or work. 

You were called in almost immediately, and slipped through the doorway before shutting it softly behind you. Kakashi had his head bent over some paperwork, so you stood quietly in the middle of the room until he finished. It didn’t take much waiting, and when he looked up to make eye-contact with you, the furrow in his brow dissipated instantly. HIs eyes crinkled in a tired smile which you returned. 

“Good morning, sir,” 

“Good morning, how was yesterday?”

You thought of how best to respond. “It wasn’t too bad,”

Flashing him a cheeky grin, you continued. “Can’t complain with my pay,”

Kakashi let out a small chuckle. “Good. Obito wasn’t… he wasn’t too much, was he?”

Your smile slipped into a neutral expression, the once you had always saved for mission debriefs. “He was not much of a hassle, though I suspect he was wary of my presence. The most bothersome part was the… hovering, though I’m sure he'll quit after some time with me,”

He nodded, holding back an eye-roll at his friend’s behavior. “Anything else?”

“Grocery allowance,”

Lord Sixth pushed back his chair and started rummaging through one of his desk drawers. He eventually found what he was looking for, retrieving a sealed envelope. He set it on the desk and scribbled something on the front. 

He held it out for you, and you approached the desk and grasped the other end. He didn’t let go, and you awkwardly met his deep brown eyes. 

“Thank you, for accepting this job.” HIs tone was low and soft.

“Of course, sir,” You replied slowly, and he let go.

“I wrote my number on the back of it.” He pointed to the envelope. “Shoot me a text if you happen to need anything,”

You nodded, and glanced at his messy scrawl. You hadn’t ever seen his handwriting, and it amused you that it was closer to chicken scratch than legible numbers. 

“If that’s all, you’re free to go,”

You gave him a small smile and bowed your head respectfully. “Have a good day, Lord Sixth,”

Kakashi openly rolled his eyes, the corner of his lips tugging into an exasperated grin. “Kakashi.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, there was a glint in your eye that he didn’t miss as you waved goodbye. 

Your short walk to the market stalls was uneventful, and your shopping much the same. You had made a mental checklist of all the things you needed, and after finishing at each stall, you took out a ninja scroll to store your goodies. A couple of the vendors tried to chat with you, and you would normally indulge them, but you kept the conversations short. In the end, it took you a little longer than you would have liked, but after about an hour and a half you were headed back out to the edge of the forest. 

Obito stared at himself in his grimy bathroom mirror for well over an hour before your arrival. He was staring past himself, letting his eyesight blur while he was lost in thought for the majority of the time, but every once in a while he would focus back in and curse his incredible attention to detail. 

Worse for wear would be a gentle expression for how he looked. He almost couldn’t fathom how he had gotten to this point. The dark circles under his eyes, his long, matted hair, and his bones were made more prominent by his weight loss. The face staring in the mirror taunted him.

He couldn’t help but think he looked more like Madara now than ever before. 

He scowled at his reflection, but it only intensified the resemblance. He was intimidating. It made him wonder how you perceived him when he had walked around the corner the morning before.

He hated himself for the thought, but it had been a long time since he had seen a woman. It was much different than having Kakashi and Naruto for brief company. He had the urge to fix his appearance the second after you two had made eye-contact. 

He didn’t want you to be frightened by him. He didn’t want anyone to be frightened of him anymore, but especially not the person sent to care for him. Obito wasn’t dumb, he could feel how tense you were when he was near; he just hoped he could change that, and quickly. 

His train of thought was interrupted by a curt knock on his front door, and the hinges creaking as it swung open. He tumbled out of the bathroom and hurried into the living room to greet you. 

You were already a few steps from the kitchen, and you raised your eyebrows in mild interest at his hasty movements. He stopped a few feet away from you, and attempted an easy smile.

The flash of bewilderment across your face told him he hadn’t quite managed it, but he persisted. “Good morning,”

“Good morning..” your tone came out questioningly. 

He tore his eyes away from your figure and looked around. “Weren’t you going to get groceries?”

“Oh, yeah. They’re right here,” You pulled a scroll out of your bag and set it on the floor. 

You weaved your hands and placed them on the surface of the scroll. In a poof everything appeared atop the scroll and spread around it on the floor. Obito seemed impressed by the sheer volume of things suddenly in his kitchen. 

“Are you trying to feed the whole Shinobi Alliance?”

You rolled your eyes and a smirk quirked the corner of your lips. You waved your hand around to encompass everything. “It’ll all be eaten, trust and believe,”

“First, though, is laundry.” You located the detergent and heaved it over the rest of the items as you made your way to the hallway. 

“You have a basket ready?”

“...Will a pile do?” 

You stopped and turned around, having passed him. “Are you telling me Lord Sixth didn’t provide a basket for you?”

He scratched the back of his neck under his messy mop of hair. “Uh, yeah, I guess,”

You shook your head. You made it to the end of the hallway, where the washer and dryer were hidden behind a sliding door. Obito followed behind you and went to grab his clothes. He plopped them in while you filled the dispenser. You were acutely aware of his presence and tensed when his arm grazed yours, though you tried not to show it. 

You walked back to the kitchen with Obito trailing behind you. While you got to work putting everything away, he stood around ominously, his keen eyes following your movements. It was a little disconcerting, but you weren’t sure how to address it. It was clear to you that he didn’t know what to do with himself, and clearer still that his social skills had been diminished close to nil in his time here. 

You considered the best course of action while your hands were busy. Cautiously, you called, “Obito?”

“Yeah?” He replied rather quickly. 

You turned your attention to him. “Do you, perhaps.. have any hobbies?”

It took him only a few strides to situate himself a couple feet from you, back leaning against the countertop. You barely held back an exasperated noise at the action. He brought a finger to his lips in thought, seemingly oblivious to your plight.

He couldn't be that oblivious, could he? Or did he not care? 

“When I was a kid… I used to help out old ladies a lot,” he replied with a straight face.

A burst of surprised laughter escaped your chest. His dark eyes lit up at the sweet sound tickling his ears. He couldn’t stop a small smile from lifting his lips. When your laughter died down, you asked with amusement, “anything else?” 

He paused. “I don’t - I don’t think so,”

You restarted your task of shelving cans so you wouldn’t have to meet his eyes as you said, “I noticed your lack of - well, your lack. So, I brought you a book I finished recently. I thought you might like to borrow it. Something to do at least,”

From the corner of your eye you watched him blink in surprise. He straightened his shoulders a bit. “Uh, thank you,”

You nodded and strode over to the table where you had set your bag. “Here,”

You held it out for him and he pushed himself off the counter. He gingerly took it from your hands, as if you might change your mind and he would be in trouble for taking it. He inspected the cover and turned it over to read the description on the back. He opened it up and pulled one of the chairs out from the table, sinking into it as he began to read. 

The quiet of the space was calming now that his eyes were elsewhere. You started on a small breakfast for him, just eggs and toast, so you could get to work on lunch, since it was closer to 10:30 am now. Your eyes wandered over to him, noticing that he slouched and stuck his legs out straight in front of him under the table, propped by the other chair. 

HIs brows were slightly furrowed, the left dipping lower than the right. HIs mouth drew a straight line of concentration as his eyes flit across the page. An image of a healthier, filled out Obito flashed across your mind. You couldn’t help the spark of attraction that rose in your chest as your gaze remained on him. 

HIs turning the page he was on broke you from your reverie, and you refocused on your task. The thought that he was attractive did not sit well with you, and you shifted uncomfortably on your feet. You didn’t dare look at him until you were setting a plate in front of him and replying to his, “Thank you,”

You busied yourself with switching over the load of laundry and bringing the cleaning products you bought to the linen closet. You were thankful for the distance you had created for him, and took the opportunity for some deep breathing. Once calmer, you stood in front of Obito’s closed bedroom door. You reached for the knob but hesitated, unsure if it would be intrusive to enter. You reasoned after a minute that it was part of the job description, so you twisted and pushed it open. 

The room’s bareness mirrored the rest of the home. There was one window, covered by dusty black curtains, a full sized bed and boxspring in the corner, and a dresser. The bed sported one pillow; it was one of the large ones, made for a king size bed-set, a white fitted sheet, and a matching white flat sheet. There weren’t any actual blankets. You knew from your rummaging around that there weren’t any in the nearly bare linen closet either. 

As far as you were aware, the cottage was heated only by the fireplace in the living room. You double checked for vents in his room, but your suspicion was quickly confirmed. It bothered you that he didn't have a proper blanket, considering Konoha was just as cold as anywhere else come winter. In fact, the nights were already beginning to be cold. You would have to have a word with Kakashi about it. 

You stripped the bed and pillow and dropped them in the washer, and on second thought, added his one bath towel to the load, along with the two new packages of washcloths you had bought for cleaning. 

You returned to the kitchen and pulled some ingredients from the fridge for lunch. Obito was still working on his breakfast, taking slow bites in between flipping the pages of his book. You were so engrossed in your thoughts you didn’t notice that his eyes repeatedly wandered off the page to you. 

Obito didn’t particularly like the frown tugging at your lips, or the way your eyes glossed over in deep thought. Unaware of the cause, he felt a little self-conscious. Now that he was more than aware of his disastrous state, he was embarrassed. He was also acutely aware of your presence at all times, and it was incredibly distracting. His body could practically feel your location in the house as you moved around. On second thought, he may unconsciously be feeling around with his Chakra. 

He glanced at you again, and to break you from your thoughts, and him from his own, he sassed, "You know I'm a grown man, right? This is barely any food," 

Rudely torn from your thoughts, you spun on your heel, a hand finding its place on your hip. You glared at him, and one of his eyebrows raised. He leaned sideways in his chair, throwing his arm over the back of it. He kept his expression impassive, if slightly annoyed. 

“And were you eating like a ‘grown man’ before I got here?” You looked him up and down slowly to drive home your point. 

A blush betrayed him as he mumbled something under his breath and looked away from you. “That’s what I thought. Trust my judgment. Lunch will be done in an hour or so anyway,”

You turned to the counter with a huff, and poured the coffee you had been brewing into your mug. You leaned against your hip so you could throw glares at him out of the corner of your eye while you enjoyed your sipping. 

“Where did the mug come from?”

"My apartment. You only have one mug, you know," 

“Ah, well I can’t do much about that, can I?”

You grimaced, shame at the tone you had taken with him hitting you with full force. “Sorry,”

A couple hours later, you found yourself scrubbing the bath while debating whether or not to text Kakashi. Well, you were going to text him, you were just struggling with the wording. You wanted to express your disappointment in him for letting someone he claimed to care for so deeply live like this. You knew he was busy, but damn, he was lucky Obito hadn’t frozen to death over the last two winters.

Pursing your lips, you scrubbed a little harder. You would need to ask for extra allowance so you could purchase a few necessities. With that in mind, you found yourself at the kitchen counter. Your bag was pushed to the side nearest the fridge, and you fished out your phone and the envelope from that morning.

“Is the tub done?” Obito called from the couch. 

He eyed your phone but kept his thoughts to himself. 

Obito had been forced to wait to change into his freshly clean clothes until you had finished in the bathroom. Despite your initial apprehension towards him, you wanted him to have the full clean experience. 

“Just a minute,” you unconsciously held up a finger.

You opened up your messages and punched the number in under New Messages. 

Good afternoon, this is Y/n. It has come to my attention that Obito needs a few more things than the budget allows. I was hoping you could fund a new bed-set, some dishware, and a couple more odds and ends. Thank you.

You pressed send and returned your phone to your bag. Turning your attention back to Obito, you caught him already watching you. 

“What was that about?”

“You need some things, I was informing Lord Sixth about it,”

“Why do you call him that?” 

You thought for a moment, tapping a finger to your chin. “Professionalism, I suppose,”

He snorted. “Okay,”

Your eyes scanned over him, taking in the dark circles, still sunken cheeks, and rats nest of a ponytail. The only difference from the day before was that his pallor had improved. Your eyes roved over him once more, and they stopped on his hair. 

Before you could stop yourself, you asked, “Can I cut your hair?”

With zero hesitation he replied, “Yes, please.” 

You pulled his chair out from the table just enough for him to sit down and gestured for him to come over. While he took a seat, you rummaged around in some of the kitchen drawers for a pair of scissors. They were hidden at the very back of the silverware drawer. 

You made a quick stop in the bathroom for a comb you had seen earlier, and took your spot behind him, excited. You inspected the knot, lifting a bit to see how far it went up. It seemed to stop nearer to the nape of his neck. 

“I’m going to have to take quite a bit off,”

“Do what you have to do,” he replied casually. 

You hummed. “Alright,”

Carefully, you cut above the knot. After a few well placed snips, it fell to the floor. You gently carded your fingers through the free hair, starting at his nape. Obito shivered involuntarily in response. He straightened and made to get up. 

You placed your left hand on his shoulder. “I’m not done.”

He turned his head to look at you. “But-”

“You’re not walking around with this choppy mess. Turn around and let me finish,”

“It’s not like anyone is gonna see it,” he grumbled, turning his head forward.

“I will,”

The feeling of your fingers just hardly brushing through his hair sent Obito into overdrive. It was foreign; far gentler than anything he had been accustomed to in a very long time. 

Electricity ran up and down his spine every time you measured out another section between your fingers. Hen tensed his body in a conscious effort to keep the shivers under control. He wanted to lean back into your touch, his body yearned for it. Your movements were simultaneously overwhelming and not enough. He became twitchy without realizing it, reacting to you. 

Without a second thought, you raked your fingers across his scalp, just barely pulling on the hairs. The action lifted his chin and he outwardly shivered. 

“Stop moving,” you murmured in his ear.

“Sorry,” he squeaked.

He cleared his throat. “My bad,”

You released your grip and continued trimming. Heat spread up his neck and across his face as well as tinting the tips of his ears. He sat as still as he possibly could, hardly daring to breathe. 

You pulled his chair a little farther away from the table and moved to stand in front of him. close enough that your legs brushed the side of his thigh when you leaned in. You took the comb to the front of his wild hair and pursed your lips in thought. 

“How much of this do you want in your face?” You brushed a piece away from his forehead. 

He stared at you dumbly, lips slightly parted. Your eyes traveled from his hair to his eyes. You took in his glazed expression and tinted cheeks, and your look of concentration turned into a playful half-grin. 

His eyes widened a fraction and flickered from your smile to your eyes. “Up to me, then?”

You didn’t wait for his response. You continued with your trimming and styling, aware that his eyes never left your face. And for once, you couldn’t find it in yourself to mind. 

Finished, you stepped back and admired your handiwork, a hand resting on your hip. You nodded to yourself, happy with how it turned out. He looked quite nice, actually. Much nicer than you would like to admit - alluring in a sort of grungy way.

Obito released the breath he had been holding. “How’s it look?”

“Good,” you cracked a genuine smile. 

“You look a little less like a mangy stray now,”

He scoffed, but couldn’t bring himself to scowl at you. The corner of his lips turned up, and he watched you go to reach for it again, but ultimately let your hand fall to your side. Your smiling face slipped back into one of polite neutrality.

“Let me get your towel so you can shower,”

Part V

#naruto #x reader #x y/n #au #obito uchiha #obito x reader #Obito Uchiha x reader #Obito lives au #f!reader #kakashi hatake

[animeyanderelover]

Hello can I request a yandere indra + madara, obito, sasuke, itachi and shisui x goddess reader. The reader is a goddess of serenity, beauty, strength and healing. Thank you very much.

I just love how the Uchiha blood line has just the whole Naruto fandom in a chokehold. I have never not met a person who wasn’t at least down bad for one of them.

@shumidehiro @swagenemyartisan

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, clinginess, delusional thoughts, threats, manipulation, paranoia, death

Goddess s/o

Indra Otsutsuki

💜Indra is one of the last people you will see bowing down to anyone after he has abandoned his father and brother. Instead he is the one who expects people to bow down to him as he is essentially a god with the powers he has obtained after having killed his two close friends in exchange for more power. It is that very arrogance that keeps him from even bowing his head to you. It is almost ironic how he has cursed his father for claiming that love would be the greatest power yet finds himself going through a similar experience when he is face to face with you for the first time. There is an ethereal glow around your body that sets you apart from the mortal humans, that sets you apart from him as he stares at you. Even after you fade away from his vision, his gaze remains fixated on the spot where you just were a few seconds ago. His mind is spinning, drowning in the images of the short glimpses he was able to catch of you. He wants to see you again. In your otherworldly presence he has finally felt something he hasn’t felt ever since he left his village and has been plagued by restlessness. He feels peace.

💜He doesn’t plan to join your group of worshippers but he sticks around them and the shrine they have created in hopes of catching a glimpse of you again. As enchanted as Indra may be, there is a volcano of twisted emotions that is just brooding inside of him. Your status as a goddess disturbs him and that disturbance has been inside of him ever since he has been humbled and humiliated by Ashura in the fight that tore all bonds he had previously held. Deep down he fears a repeat of this experience, of another loss of his, if he were to ever try to force you to join his side. He feels an overwhelming need to dominate you, to stand above you and force you via that into submission. He needs the reassurance of holding control as he would otherwise be too paranoid about you eventually beating him just like Ashura. Yet you two live in different worlds as you only rarely visit the realm of humans and it fills him with a poison called helplessness that he despises. His mind spirals into violent insanity as he will gladly burn down all of your followers and even your own shrine if you will answer the call of his obsession.

Madara Uchiha

🌑Madara has never prayed to anyone before. He has trained to stand as the head of his clan and he has achieved it all with his own strength and willpower. Yet his interest is immediately captured when he actually finds a real goddess that personifies strength and beauty. In a way he is almost instantly enraptured but don’t expect him to go down on both knees for you as Madara has never shown submission to anyone. Even your status as a goddess won’t force him to throw away his pride. Your ancient position as a goddess is still enough to earn you his respect, especially if he sees your powers in action. You carry yourself with a wisdom and elegance he would expect from someone who has existed for millennia as you have and you possess such beauty and serene composure that any mortal woman pales in comparison to you in every category. Ever since the day he has seen you, he hasn’t been able to give his attention nor interest to any women the clan has offered him as a potential bride. None of them could come even close to you so he ruthlessly rejects them all. He has only one woman in his heart he wants as a bride. You.

🌑Even if he may be blasphemous for yearning to claim a goddess as his possession, Madara doesn’t care. He has set his sights on you and nothing can stop him now. He’s persistent and stubborn, determined to marry you. Unfortunately you aren’t that easy to detect as you reside in a realm where humans can’t follow so he instead tracks down your followers and your shrine. Perhaps your subjects can be of use to help him to see you again. Now, Madara will be man enough to ask you for your hand in marriage when he sees you again and he isn’t opposed if you would play a bit hard to get so he can prove himself to you. If your opinion would stand firm that you don’t want to marry him though, things will look not pretty. In the traditional Uchiha fashion Madara’s feelings burn brighter than the sun and nothing can extinguish the fire in his heart. Once he has decided that only you will do for him, he will do everything in his strength to have you. He knows that he is potentially picking a fight with a goddess but he doesn’t fear the risk of such a battle. If he must fight against you to force you to stay by his side, so be it.

Obito Uchiha

🔥Ever since Rin’s death, ever since his innocence has been shattered, Obito has been living in hell. Life on earth has become synonymous with suffering and evil for him as his heart hasn’t known peace and joy since years. That’s when you two cross paths as he finds your abandoned shrine within the woods. As soon as he lays his eye on you, it’s like his crippled heart is healing as he feels serenity and calmness wrapping itself around him like a warm blanket. All caution and hostility melts away as the Uchiha can only stare at you in dreamy awe as you look at him with such dazzling eyes. The moment you disappear, it feels like a hole has opened in his heart that is aching. His gaze lands on the dirty and old shrine and suddenly there is a rage filling Obito as he realizes that the followers who used to care for your house on earth have abandoned it and have abandoned you by doing so. You poor thing. How must it feel for a goddess to be slowly forgotten? He starts tending to the shrine from that day on as he cleans it from the moss and visits it daily. He knows that you’re watching him whenever he feels his heartbeat calming down.

🔥He feels like the shrine is the place where only the two of you exist as your aura lulls him into a peacefulness he didn’t know that he could feel. Obito actually starts praying to you and he feels empowered whenever he does so as he likes to imagine that you bless him with the strength he needs to change this world. Soon he finds himself becoming addicted to your presence that fills him with such bliss and starts feeling stressed out when he can’t sense you. He likes to delude himself into thinking that both of you have suffered from the ignorance of the humans around you and that soon leads him to the conclusion that only you could ever understand him and he could only ever understand you. Whenever you show yourself to him, he’s talking like you are a frightened baby deer as he promises you revenge for the people who abandoned and forgot you and that he will never do as your former followers did. He will never allow anyone else to intrude in his little paradise where only him and you exist and longs for the day when you will finally allow him to show you the loyalty and love he feels for you.

Shisui Uchiha

🍂Religion can truly become a terrifying thing when it is used to oppress people. It is your cult that falls victim to Shisui on a mission as he is sent to the village they have temporarily settled down to enforce the laws of their own beliefs there. It is in the very temple they have been building by using the villagers as workers that Shisui has his first encounter with you. You have a heavy aura around you as you stare at him, as dignified and proud as a goddess standing for strength is meant to be even if your facial expression is a mellow one. Then there is Shisui, standing in the half-finished shrine of yours with the corpses of your followers lying around his feet. There is a thick silence where Shisui is silently preparing himself to be attacked by you yet he only receives a nod from you that almost looks like a sign of gratitude before you vanish. No one else has seen you yet he’s convinced that it wasn’t an illusion. Too troubled to leave the village without getting his confirmation that you were real, he steals necklace from one of your followers which is meant to help your followers to stay in contact with you.

🍂Visions and glimpses as fleeting as a shooting star haunt him from that day on and if anyone else but Shisui would have stolen the artifact, they would have probably lost their mind already. He knows exactly that he can’t tell anyone about your existence as they wouldn’t believe him and label him as a lunatic in the worst case. It’s like you are constantly observing him. Your presence is like a warm gentle rain that engulfs him constantly and the occasional brush of your hands against his skin a delicate sensation that has his whole body tingling. Until eventually Shisui finds his eyes constantly searching for you, an almost queasy feeling in his stomach when he can neither see nor sense you. You have given him your blessing and your protection after he has cleared your name of the traitors who have been abusing your image for such crude actions. Shisui wonders if you already know that his own strong feelings you have admired upon first meeting him have already been twisted because of you. He secretly builds you a small shrine where he also hides the necklace, well aware that they will tie you one way or another to his village.

Itachi Uchiha

🍡Itachi, despite his normally cold facade, is deep down also a deeply troubled person who is drowning in the sorrow of what he had to do to his own clan and family. Around you the silent ache gets soothed, even if it’ll never fully disappear. From the Uchiha clan Itachi is most likely one of the calmer ones and the one who will actually put the respect on you that you deserve without overwhelming you. He has enough on his mind already after all but he at times feels a tad bit honored that you decided to show yourself to him out of curiosity when you saw him passing through the forest with your shrine. Your presence is quite enjoyable and that isn’t only because you are a goddess of serenity and beauty but also because you could almost be mistaken as a normal human if it wouldn’t be for the halo around you. You don’t act like what he would have expected from a goddess of your caliber but instead you are curious, humble and get childishly excited when he brings you food because you normally don’t get such stuff in the realm where you live. Your curiosity about the most mundane stuff is sometimes downright amusing.

🍡As an Akatsuki member, Itachi is already put under a lot of isolation. He only has Kisame as a work partner and now there is also you with whom he can spend time with. Itachi really appreciates this. The fact that you have an entire cult at your disposal yet you only really show yourself to him flatters him more and more as time passes on. Even if he can’t see you, he can certainly sense you and even that is enough for him. It is quite ambiguous coming from him but despite the crimes that he has committed, Itachi has still morals. He got too comfortable with you, has allowed himself to delve too deep into those emotions and now he has no way out anymore. You two are so different. You are a celestial being that is essentially immortal and he is only human. He’s probably only going to be a fleeting moment in your life but his emotions has long left his control and act unreasonable. Despite applying all logic to his case, his own emotions don’t want to listen to him as they long to be with you. His determination to die at the hands of his brother waver greatly the longer he spends time with you, a gravity pulling him towards you.

Sasuke Uchiha

💙If Sasuke becomes fixated on a person, he is ready to go to great lengths and throw everything and everyone around him away to reach his goal. It applies to his desire for revenge as well as the intense obsession he develops that is centered around you. He has never believed in any celestial existence as the extermination of his entire clan has taught him that there is no such thing as a god protecting the people in his land. But your existence proves him otherwise. Even amidst his obsession, there is this burning bitterness and rage he holds against you though. Where has been your protection when his entire clan was eradicated? Why didn’t you do anything? There is pain even amongst his anger as he lashes out on you and blames you. He doesn’t care about the fact that you are a literal goddess. Your powers can’t be good for anything after all if you just allow the people in the Leaf Village to commit such a genocide. He wants answers, demands them, just to understand why it had to be his clan that had to suffer so much yet you can’t give him those answers. Instead there is a pitiful look on your face that almost drives him mad.

💙He hates how your mere presence always manages to drain all negative energy from him as he feels like his own emotions are controlled when he is around you yet it has never stopped him from approaching you. The grudge he holds against you and others of your kind for doing absolutely nothing to prevent the death of so many people. You probably think that you’re better just because you are a goddess, don’t you? Despite this, his anger almost seems to fuel his obsession with you. Sasuke yearns to have you, to be in possession of you and he is also steered by a desire to be in control of you. You are used to everyone being beneath you and as if to punish you for your ignorance about his own clan’s tragic fate, Sasuke wants to show you what it feels like to struggle and to experience helplessness. He doesn’t know just yet if he can beat you in a fight and he is wise enough to not underestimate you but he swears to you that one day he will gain enough power to keep you permanently by his side and to teach you not to pity him. And he’s getting stronger and stronger with each passing day…

#yandere naruto #yandere naruto shippuden #yandere indra #yandere indra otsutsuki #yandere madara #yandere madara uchiha #yandere obito #yandere obito uchiha #yandere shisui #yandere shisui uchiha #yandere itachi #yandere itachi uchiha #yandere sasuke #yandere sasuke uchiha

[bysaber]

my life’s a MESS right now and I barely have time to breathe but at the same time I can’t stop thinking about fic ideas and I have a few I’m really looking forward to write. I’m not going to give any dates but just to name the game there’ll be:

Obito Uchiha x f!Reader + free use kink

The Infinite Tsukuyomi Project is all Obito knows. Motivated by nihilist ideals, he moves forward and will destroy whoever gets in his way - and is willing to die to fulfill his plan. That is, until he meets you.

You, who loves him more than the world itself.

Ryomen Sukuna x f!Reader + noncon

After killing Satoru Gojo, Sukuna retreats. He then goes looking for Satoru’s wife, for you, who’s still mourning the man you loved.

What you didn’t know is that you were Sukuna’s woman first, and that many years ago he had made a pact with a witch for you to reincarnate time after time. And the King of Curses would always come for you.

these are up to changes, of course! I only wrote it quickly so y’all could see what was on my mind.

about the obito one, the kink will be widely explored i hope. i’m really into free use, i just wanted to set the bg.

ABOUT THE SUKUNA’S ONE— it’s going to be a MESS. heheh

#saber rants #thirsty saber #upcoming #someday #i promise it WILL come though #darksaber #obito uchiha #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #sukuna x reader #obito uchiha x reader #obito x reader #jujutsu kaisen #naruto #tobi #tobi x reader

[bbkissme99]

Fic recs Just things I read more than once

Book fic recs

JUJUTSU KAISEN:

DAD AU´s

GOJO Dad au part one part two

Nanami Dad au

Naoya recs

SatoSugu x R

NSFW recs part 2

Gojo

Suguru

F/F nsfw recs

Megumi Recs

Just Recs

Yuji recs

Sukuna recs Sukuna Dad AU´s

Nanami recs

Others

Big Bro Sukuna, Lil Bro Yuji

Black Clover

Kakashi here Dad au

Shisui here

Itachi here

Madara here

Tobirama here

Yamato here

Genma here

Iruka here

Obito here

Gaara and Kankuro here

Naruto Mother Figure Reader here

Neji

Neji Headcanons Masterlist (updated Feb 2023)

Others here

Uchiha and other Reactions

non-massacre hcs

New trope! Fugaku likes Sakura better than his own sons

SASUSAKU

Minato lives au

Bucky Barnes: the adventures of bucky and his little fairy.

Iroh II

Bts

Of Fire and Love: Masterlist

wicked • masterlist

Out of the Egg.

[nakunakunomi]

This is a masterlist for my AB(C)-Day event which ran from nov 1st-10th 2023. All readers are GN. Some of these works are NSFW. Warnings are tagged.

Bleach

Zaraki

Fluff Alphabet - J

Demon Slayer

Suma Uzui

Fluff Alphabet - B

Hero Academia

Keigo Takami

Fluff alphabet - R

Jujutsu kaisen

Choso

Fluff Alphabet - P Fluff Alphabet - X

Fushiguro Toji

Fluff Alphabet - V

Geto Suguru

Fluff Alphabet - O

Gojo Satoru

General Alphabet - L General Alphabet - M

Fluff alphabet - H

Smut alphabet - J

Inumaki Toge

Fluff Alphabet - P

Nanami Kento

Fluff Alphabet - L Fluff Alphabet - R

Smut Alphabet - E Smut Alphabet - F Smut alphabet - H Smut alphabet - S Smut alphabet - T

Okkotsu Yuta

Fluff alphabet - K

Sukuna

Smut Alphabet - F Smut Alphabet - W

Naruto

Might Guy

Fluff Alphabet - R

Obito Uchiha

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[azurelyy]

Event Request -

Smut Prompt 19. “Beg for mercy. You can’t have it, though, not yet.”

Obito x fem reader (Obito says the line)

So I’d like him to be a little mean, but not overly if you get me? Like he is gonna start out with light degradation but it’ll fall away to praise. Hope this isn’t too much?

My dear Donna, thank you so much for the request! <3.

I feel like I got you - I hope I didn't make him too mean in this. 😩 I swear, the Uchiha men make me foam at the mouth and I get carried away lmao.

🍋 Prompt 19: "Beg for mercy. You can't have it, though. Not yet."

Pairing: Obito x f!reader

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: NSFW, 'Daddy' kink, dom!Obito, very very sub!reader, choking, ass slapping, choker use, light BDSM, loss of control, dumbification, overstimulation, orgasm denial, cookie monster!Obito, oral (m&f receiving), 69696969, degradation, praise, Obito is so hard yet so soft

Control. It’s as innate as instinct to Obito by this point - something he clutches onto dearly, enjoying the sensation of every pin prick of pleasure that he bestows upon your battered and bruised body. His hot mouth surrounded your perky nipple, nipping and licking and sucking desperately at the peak as it turned puffy. Your legs were squeezing tightly around his waist, the only body parts able to pull him close to you the way you loved while your hands stayed firmly tied to the bedpost above your head and the dark haired Zeus of a man continued to assault your chest with his glorious mouth.

“Such a dirty fucking whore,” Obito groaned, using his free hand to circle around the hood of your clit, hot fire in your cunt as you burned for a release. He had been playing with you for so long - how long had it been? Your soul felt as though it were miles away from your body as you tried to scrap any sort of recollection from the graveyard of your brain, but as your boyfriend’s thumb crashed against your clit harshly, a heavy daze overtook your senses and all you could do was moan ‘Oh, fuck.’

Hot liquid bubbled up from deep within you as Obito continued swirling his thumb back and forth across your aching nub, stars forming in your vision as his hot mouth open-mouth kissed its way down your stomach, trailing back upwards to lick your other nipple. You were sopping. Obito had never experienced you being this wet before and his cock aggressively pushed against his black boxer briefs. He pulled his thumb away and licked it, tasting your thick juices, before rubbing his wet fingers along your inner-thigh, painting a gorgeous picture onto your skin.

He kissed his way down your front as his mako black eyes trailed their way up your body to observe your fucked out face. You looked pathetic. Your mouth hung open lazily, your eyes tightly shut as your beautiful hands continued to writhe within the confines of the plush handcuffs that adorned your lovely wrists. Obito yearned deeply for your touch the way starving artists yearn for a Muse, but his love of watching you beg for his cock overpowered his want of your nails scratching down his back, or your hands pumping along his length. There were nights for love making - of which the two of you have had many; slow sessions of missionary where you both collide together into a cosmic crash of love and lust, spewing strings of praises and ‘Love you’s. But tonight wasn’t one of those nights. Tonight was for demolishing you.

“You’re fucking soaked,” Obito’s voice was a full octave lower as his breath fanned across your swollen lips, all puffy and slick. “You want me to let you come, baby?”

You bit your lower lip as you nodded, letting your thighs rest onto Obito’s muscular shoulders. “Y-Yes,” you whispered desperately, “Just fucking do it already!”

Obito jerked up, pulling you forward by the loop of the collar around your neck, closing your airway, your breathing shallow as your circulation was lightly cut off and the leather stung into your skin. Your legs spasmed as your nose scrunched up, your expression so sexy and lewd that Obito nearly came just from watching the power he held over you. Fuck, he loved you so damn much. 

“Don’t be a fucking brat,” he husked, letting go of the loop. You took in a shaky breath as your head fell back against the headboard, your skin tingling beneath the choker. “I’ll leave if you don’t tell me what you want. Now,” Obito twisted your nipples between his fingers as he once again slowly licked his way to your cunt, “Do you. Want me. To let you come?”

Thick saliva clung to the back of your throat as you barely rasped out, “P-please, Daddy. I’m begging. Let me come.” You could feel his strong arms that laid over your stomach, the way each muscle in his forearms inadvertently twitched as you worked your magic over him. You knew exactly what he needed to hear, granting him the key to your heart as you felt his tongue lick its way across the length of your slit towards your clit. Obito loved knowing what he could turn you into; you were so innocent and sweet in public, the perfect image of a proper lady. But he knew your secret: that under the facade of femininity was a little doll waiting to writhe and scream and bend to his every command; the epitome of a Sex Goddess. 

“Beg for mercy,” he whispered as he kissed your slick folds, “You can’t have it, though. Not yet.”

He pulled away from your pussy, pleading little cries escaping past your lips without permission as he untied your hands and pulled them to his lips, kissing each pad of your fingers with a touch tender enough to turn even the most evil of foes soft. His eyes were filled with dark desire as the light of the fireplace flicked across them, making them resemble deep oil pools that burned across your face as he leaned forward, rolling his mouth onto yours. 

The air in your lungs dissipated as he circled his tongue inside your mouth, pushing his knee between your thighs onto your seething pussy, kissing you as though he were going away on a long mission and wouldn’t see you for an undetermined amount of time. His arms wrapped underneath your back, pressing your chest up to his as he cradled you against his burdly body, vanquishing any semblance of fear or hesitation held within your heart. Obito always touched you as though he would lose you at any moment. He was controlling; one of the strongest men you had ever seen, able to easily snap you in two if he wanted, and yet he instead treated you as though you were nothing more than a dandelion in his hands, careful not to let your petals float away in the wind as he plucked you from the Earth and shielded you from even the most gentle of breezes.

His heart fluttered as you caressed the scars that adorned his face, feathering sweet kisses along his cheek and above his eyebrow. He wanted to tell you how beautiful you looked; how much he loved you; how you made him feel wanted for the first time in his miserable life and he would never let anything happen to you. Instead, though, he said, “Get on all fours.”

You obeyed, desperate for his throbbing girth within your walls: for the feeling of his large hands to hold your wrists behind your back as he railed into you with the force of a Titan. You got on your knees on the edge of the bed, palms shaky against the sheets, and you felt the bed shift as Obito slapped your ass harshly, the pain stinging its way straight to your core. You could still feel the burn of where his hand hit your skin as he thundered, “Wrong. Get your cunt above my mouth, slut. I wanna taste your pretty pussy.”

“S-Sorry, Daddy,” you whimpered as you repositioned yourself above his head, your walls slick with arousal as you crawled on top of him, your ass hovering over his face as you stared down at his erection. You really were desperate for him - a fucked up little freak just waiting for Daddy to take it all out on you - even just thinking about it was making your already soaked pussy tremble as you gazed at his clothed cock tenting in his boxer briefs. 

You gulped down a ball of anxiety as you felt Obito’s hot breath fanning your walls and whispered, “Daddy, please… Can I taste you, too?”

A raging storm brewed within his heart at your words, electrifying him to the core of his very soul. He now faced a moral dilemma: continue degrading you in the way he knew you loved, forcing you to bend to his every command as though they were holy scripture or give into his own temptation of wanting to fuck you dizzy while he praised the living shit out of you the way you deserved, being the absolute Goddess that you were? 

Obito had never been great at decision making, so when he felt you shift your weight and pull his throbbing dick out from its confinement, grazing your thumb across his slit naughtily to collect his precum and roll it down the curve of his cock, he briefly prayed to an invisible force that he had never believed in before for granting him the answer. His cool mouth kissed the still seething mark of his hand that adorned your ass as he gripped onto your hips and lowered you to his mouth. 

“Yes, baby,” he murmured in a low, magnetic grumble that sent shivers running up your spine, “Suck Daddy’s cock like a good girl.”

The tip of his tongue flicked over your clit as hot pressure brewed within the depths of your stomach and you threw your head back reflexively, gritting your teeth as you sucked in cool air, hissing out curses. You pumped your hand along his length as he berated you with his tongue, swirling across your slit and pushing two thick fingers deep into your core. Your legs trembled from the sensation of his warm tongue rescuing you from your anticipation as you licked his tip, hot and salty liquid tingling your tongue and sliding down your throat.

Obito pumped his hips up, shoving himself down your throat as his free hand grabbed at your ass. Hot tears spilled from your eyes as your nose nestled into his black pubes, the smell of sex and manly musk lingering in the air as you deep throated him. You moaned against his cock, his body rippling beneath you, as he soaked his chin with your arousal, shaking his mouth around you and sucking on your clit like it was your tit. Seething warmth enclosed his length as your tongue milked him, working hard to empty his balls straight into your stomach.

“Fuck baby,” Obito groaned into you, his voice muffled. “S-so good.” 

The air around your bodies sizzled as you continued your assaults; Obito slurping at your pussy like a hungry wolf does his kill as you licked down his length, your hand gripping onto his heavy balls. The coil in your stomach grew taut as he twitched in your mouth, pushing you over the edge and you pulled off him with a loud pop, allowing your face to fall onto his muscular thigh. 

Seething liquid squirted into his mouth, sliding down his jaw to his neck as grunted sensual sounds and drank up your sticky nectar. Every inch of his chin, mouth, and nose was coated with you; a thin film of syrup all around his lips. Obito grunted, praising your flavor, planting a final kiss to your clit as you continued panting heavily, forgetting that you even existed.

“Sit on Daddy,” Obito hummed, gently rubbing his hands along the curves of your ass. “You can do it.”

You turned around, every inch of your body wobbly. Obito helped you slid down his cock, stretching you with little effort due to the complete mess he had made of you with his tongue. He thrust into you, bouncing you on his dick as you clawed down his scarred pecs and stomach, marking him with your pretty fingernails. He dug his nails into the flesh of your hips, rolling you back and forth, the curve of his cock hitting every sweet spot as he rasped out praises like a prayer. You could feel him all around you - he was in your stomach, he was on your clit, he was against your G-spot - and you were certain that you were about to burst.

You panicked, frantically clawing at his stomach as you tried to push yourself off him, the overstimulation burning your clit. He moved a hand to your leg as the other gripped onto the collar’s loop once more, tugging forward harshly. Your hands froze as he continued his assault into your cunt, digging his heels to the mattress, your boobs bouncing harshly even as he held you down; an effortless thing for someone of his stature. 

“Don’t run from me,” Obito’s voice was unrecognizable. You could tell he was close from the way his timber shifted closer towards a gravelly force of power; it lulled you towards your release like a lullaby sung by Hades himself. “We’re coming together. Look at me. Watch me while I watch you.”

“Obito,” you breathed, rolling your hips around his cock. “I-Love-You.”

Your eyes fluttered open, your vision hazy. You watched as Obito groned, his forehead dripping with sweat that slid down to mingle with your sticky arousal that clung to his chin. His eyes were intense, sucking you in like black holes. You shattered as he softly spoke your name and released the loop, his hands falling into your hair that curtained him as you fell to his chest and orgasmed harshly, your whole body spasming as his name became your entire vocabulary.

Obito’s rhythm turned sloppy and random as he gave in to the pleasure, draining his balls deep within your walls, thrusting his hips up so his tip touched the back wall of your stomach. His seed was molten lava in your belly, warming your core fully as he continued whispering your name into the tiny bedroom.

“I love you, baby,” Obito huffed, gently kissing your damp hair. “Love you so much.”

The fireplace crackled brightly, acting as a shepherd and herding your souls back to Earth. You kissed his collarbone and glanced up at him through your hair, gently tracing his jaw with the tip of your finger. Obito felt his heart skip a beat as he pulled you up to nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, wrapping his strong legs around yours and chaining you to him. For a moment, he forgot any past trauma. For a moment, he was only Obito. His life had always been filled with uncertainties and doubts; he never knew what would change at any given moment, so he always prepared to lose it all. He knew that he would soon return back to reality, that this feeling of bliss would inevitably vanish. But he also knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he wouldn’t have you only for a moment - he would have you forever. 

Control. 

It’s as innate as instinct. 

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[namelessuchiha]

unrequited [ uchiha obito x reader ]

un·re·quit·ed

/ˌənrəˈkwīdəd/

adjective

(of a feeling, especially love) not returned or rewarded.

Part 001

word count: 835

18+ contains eventual mature themes including mentions of abuse (not by main characters) and sexually explicit scenes.

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It felt as if your mind was somewhere else.

Completely dissociated from your body as you sat in the sticky bar stool. The bars music was blasting and it's patrons were sparse. It was an uneventful Tuesday night after all. Your eyes followed as the condensation dropped down the sides of your recently chugged glass. It seemed your mind only came to one coherent thought tonight; 'how did i end up here'.

You were snapped out of your daze when brown hair and bright brown eyes appeared in front of your line of sight. A light blush dusted her cheeks, thanks to her previous drinks of the night. She smiled and held out another shot for you to take. You thanked her quietly and quickly downed the burning liquid. She sat beside you in her stool and threw her drink back as well. She turned to you making a face, causing the corners of your lips to tilt upwards.

Rin Nohara. Your childhood best friend and now one of your only friends in adulthood.

"How did we end up here Rin?" You sighed, leaning your chin onto your elbow.

Rin tsk'ed and threw her arm over your shoulder. "I don't know, maybe we angered some god who put a curse on us and our love lives."

You leaned onto her shoulder. "Maybe we should just go get a hotel room for the night and share pity over a tub of ice cream."

"Sounds like a deal to me! Let me go close our tab." She got up from her chair and skipped away to the bar counter. Even after the day you two just had, she still managed to put a smile on her face and had a pip in her step. Meanwhile you sat here, slumped over in a depressive state with a disheveled appearance to match.

Rin Nohara. Her beauty and kindness radiated even in her darkest moments. Always a perfect smile plastered on her perfect face. Her skin flawless. How could you ever think you could compare-

You felt your phone vibrate in your bag secured around your chest. Unzipping and grabbing the phone, you checked the caller id;

Kurenai ♥

Swiping, you brought the device up to your ear. "Listen Kurenai, if you're looking for some big explanation, I haven't got the energy or willpower to give it to you tonight." Silence on the other end of the line ensued for a brief moment.

"Where are you and Rin going tonight after you both drink yourself to death?"

You chuckled, "Well i'll have you know we're only four drinks in and we are cutting ourselves off for the night like responsible adults." Your fingers traced the lines in the table absently, "And we're going to get ourselves a hotel room for the night because I can only guess there's two men banging down our doors right at this moment."

"How about you two stay the night here at my place?" She said, worry still evident in her tone.

"You know i'd never turn you down Kurenai, but I have a feeling your door is next-" as if on cue, loud banging from what sounded like two separate fists came from the background.

"Oh for f- call me when you two get to the hotel, just let me at least tell them you two are safe for the night."

You paused for a moment, pondering. "Fair enough, but spare no more details. we need some time to cool off Kurenai. I mean how the fuck is someone suppose to react to each other's boyfriends being in love with-" In your peripheral vision you spotted Rin making her way back over to you, "Nevermind. Rin is coming back, I will let you know."

You hung up the phone, looking down at the screen briefly to see something that made your heart jump into your throat.

Bakashi ☺ — 9 missed calls, 5 missed texts

♥ Tobi ♥ — 23 missed calls, 17 missed texts

You swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling nauseous. You turned off the phone completely and put it back into your bag, getting up from your stool. "There's that pretty decent hotel a block away. I wouldn't imagine that they wouldn't have vacancy on a Tuesday night." You spoke, once she reached you.

She nodded and intertwined her arm with yours. Her face brightened as the two of you breathed in the fresh air outside of the bar, "Oh! There's also that convenience store right before it! i'm sure they've got a good enough selection of ice cream for us now that we've had a few drinks."

You smiled at your best friend as you two chatted idly on your way down the block. to the outside world it looked like two normal girls having a night out. but to the two of you this was up on the list titled 'worst nights of our lives'.

Who could blame you two, after all, her boyfriend was in love with you, and yours with her.

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[delirious-donna]

Stories & Requests

Yours - Obito x female reader

warnings: modern AU, NSFW, smut, friends to lovers, fluff, a lil angst, possessive obito, oral sex f!receiving, size kink, praise kink, creampie

Crying Isn’t A Weakness - Obito x female reader

Drabbles & Headcanons

NSFW Alphabet Headcanons

B D I M W

warnings: mentions of implied sex, panty theft, suggestive throughout, handjob, masturbation m!receiving, breeding kink, semi-public encounters, I’d die for this Uchiha

K P S V

warnings: light male bondage, sensory deprivation, riding, begging, dirty talk, tummy bulge, bit of size kink, loads of Uchiha fluffiness cause I love this man

Thirsts

Birthday - it's CEO Obito's birthday and you give him an office blowjob all while Kakashi watches through a virtual call...

Semi-Public - does Obito have this kink?

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[pinkrelish]

Student!Reader x Professor!Obito

Summary: Every teacher has their favorite student, even the surly unapproachable types. Lucky you, you had just the charm to work on your professor to ensure that position belonged to you. And if you happened to be exploiting his weaknesses to improve your grades in the meantime, was that so wrong? You didn't deserve that F and he knew it.

Words: 13.8k

NSFW

teacher-student relationship, smut, porn with plot, under desk blow job, desk sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, spanking, dacryphilia, dirty talk, praise, cockwarming

Read: AO3 / FFnet

Bend the Rules for Me

“Class dismissed.”

Behind you, students clamored out of their seats and crammed their assignments marked with red X’s into their backpacks, or glanced over the scribble in the margins spotlighting all the reasons their paper was lackluster and crumpled it into the trash can beside the door as they stomped up the stairs and grumbled to their friends about how bullshit the grading was.

Everyone left. Except you.

You uncrossed your legs. Slowly. Reveling in the feel of the fabric of your skirt skimming your upper thighs; lingering in the position with your knees pointed outward while you gathered your things and stood up at the same time your professor turned his back to you and busied himself anywhere else.

Clouds of chalk dust fell from the green board, sprinkling his crisp dark blue dress shirt. Professor Uchiha brushed it off, then unbuttoned the sleeve cuffs, rolling them up his forearms until they fit snug under his elbows.

“I know you’re there,” he said, erasing the last of his sloppy handwriting detailing next week’s exam. “I imagine you’ve prepared an hour long speech about how unjust your grade was and how I should persuade my fingers to enter one a smidge higher when I log it in online?”

You didn’t reply; opting instead to simply shake your pages and pages of research stapled together on the whims of late nights stressing red veins into your eyes and the accompanying bags under them.

He dropped his head back and sighed. The eraser was tossed on the metal tray and he shoved his hands in his pockets before turning around to acquiesce your face: slackened in disapproval.

“I’m here to discuss why you think I’ve earned this when I understood the assignment just fine and wrote a, quite frankly, wonderful and well versed and well researched paper detailing the similarities in the plays down to the themes in how the women treat each other, the direction beats on stage, and use of Germanic language in the seconds acts.”

There was no use in sending you away.

Stiffly, he shuffled to his chair and fell into it, scooting it up to his desk and sitting so snug the wood edge dug into his solar plexus. Only then did he remove his hands from his pockets and clasp them under his chin, resting his elbows on the manila folders littering his desk next to the upturned mug of spilled pens crowding his mouse pad.

He regarded you with his blank stare--if not tinted pink across his nose--and goaded you with all the boredom in his tired voice after his lecture, “Well, let’s hear it.”

Professor Uchiha may have looked you in the eye, but it seemed difficult to do so. Like when someone averted their gaze to hide their true thoughts inside their brain from being seen, heard.

Or similar to when you’ve spotted someone you didn’t like from across the room and strove to ignore them at all costs, despite taking quick glances to ensure they were looking at you too.

Or when you both thought you were innocent gazelles, but you are the lion stalking the thin reeds of swaying yellow grass.

His presence dominated when class was in session. After? When it was just you two? You always got what you wanted.

“Well, considering I can’t read your wise remark under the very first sentence, let’s start there,” you posed, eyebrows raised.

A childish groan emitted from his throat. Ceased abruptly when you turned on the ball of your foot and strutted around his desk to the chalkboard. You picked up the stub of chalk he used that afternoon and wrote your comparisons in an easy to read bullet point list.

Professor Uchiha’s eyes followed your parading around his domain. Behind his desk. Touching his belongings. Assured in your cocky tone when addressing him; acting like you’ve done it dozens of times. Because you had.

Tracking your every graceful movement, he spun in his chair to give you the attention you wanted. But not before adjusting his trousers over his lap, deciding to lay an arm over that part of him while he cooled down.

It didn’t work.

You wrote sentence after sentence. Long loops of words. Vocalized in a purr to his ear. A delightful rumble in his chest as he hummed along. A growing desire forcing him to sit awkwardly.

He surrendered. Your back was to him. He stuffed his right hand in his pocket and grabbed the thing seconds from embarrassing him and wrangled it flat to his palm.

The smirk twitching at your lips was smothered as you moved on to your next point on the board. Pretend as much as he wanted; act aloof, be a hardass during class. Professor Uchiha was wrapped around your finger.

Absolutely no one dared approach him after red-inked grades were handed back. He never changed them. He never gave extensions. His office hours were spent alone, as was his lunch.

Unless you were there.

As you often were.

If only your classmates got word that all they had to do to improve their grades was wear a short skirt, a blouse missing its top buttons, and thigh high stockings.

Professor Uchiha had his weaknesses. You ruthlessly exploited them. Your speech was punctuated by bending over. Underlined by the flounce of your skirt hem swinging to and fro while gesturing at his bleeding red notes shouting about how your interpretation of the text was wrong. Emphasized by your automatic coyness to lace your hands in front of you when he was defending his ruling; your tits creating ample cleavage he only wished he was strong-willed enough to stop his eyes from darting to when stumbling through his rebuttal.

Poor Professor. He shifted in his chair and admitted defeat at the tilt of your head and batting of your lashes. Fight it as he did, he always acknowledged your argument in good faith and raised your points in the spreadsheet that determined your worthiness as Pass or Fail. They weren’t egregious changes. Just enough to score a C.

You beamed and thanked him for his time, clapping the chalk dust from your hands and giving him a sickly sweet smile before ascending the steps and leaving.

In a way, how you charmed the tent in his pants was its own reward. Your vibrator required charging yet again after leaving his class.

~~~

The following week you sat at your table in the front and held one of your usual discussions with your professor. Well, at one point it was a discussion. For months this routine quickly delved into talking about deeper topics, then surface; what you did over the weekend, what his hobbies were, reciting poems or lines from plays you were studying in class. All around laid back conversations. Always with his sleeves rolled up, his hair a disheveled mess like his desk, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle, and that goofy grin on his face.

It was criminal how he made you laugh when his personality during class was so opposite. No other student had this rapport with him. Naturally, this trivial fact inflated your ego. Being able to interrupt his lectures by uncrossing your legs and watching his cheeks flush. Such a simple man.

Seducing him to hide his blatant erections behind his desk fueled your lifeblood. Torturing him more by tugging at your shirt collar and testing the limits of your buttons crying out for relief over your lacy bra. He was so obvious, it was cute.

Professor Uchiha unbound his fingers from behind his head to read his watch. “Shouldn’t you be on your way?”

You tapped a manicured nail on your phone to check the time. “Seems so.” Stashing away the worn paperback you were conferring on him about for your dissertation, you walked up the stairs, passing rows and rows of tables and hard plastic chairs. “Have a nice evening, Professor.” You paused at the door attempting to read his expression from across the room.

He raised a hand and waved goodbye. “Lock the door on your way out.” You obliged, depressing the lock on the handle and closing the door behind you.

Professor Uchiha waited for the click, the jiggle of the handle. He had requested you to perform the task many times in the past. So many, in fact, you no longer tossed him a questionable brow before leaving.

Penetrating the silence of the empty classroom was the heels of your shoes clicking down the hallway for a few steps until they faded away altogether.

The top drawer of his desk ripped open--banging on its metal slides--and he grabbed his phone and bottle of lotion laid sideways. Smacked the drawer closed. Ignored the rustling of his things jumbling into one amalgamation inside. Lotion, box of tissues, phone. Mouse pad shoved aside.

He lured in the mug of pens closer to use it to prop up his phone and proceeded to go through his gallery.

“I thought I saved them..” he grumbled to himself. At this point the ache sending a dull pain to his stomach should’ve told him it wasn’t that important, but he opened Instagram on his second account and navigated his way to yours with one finger. Hunched over and trying to unbuckle his belt.

On your profile he scrolled down to find his favorite post of yours. A photoshoot from your summer vacation. Many pictures. Many angles. Many pouty looks at the camera wearing a layer of sand and a trendy micro bikini. The sand provided more coverage.

He swiped to a photo he hadn’t masturbated to in a while and finally! His hands were free.

His leather belt was threaded through the buckle. Button steered through the loop. Zipper cascaded over his rock hard cock warming his palm, wrestled from the confines of his boxer briefs.

After holding back for an hour, he needed it. Wanted it more than anything.

Two pumps of lotion smeared over his fingers. Tissues waved in the wind of his grunting. His skin was hot all over, uncomfortably so. Simmering blood wound rivers through his tense muscles. Boiling lust compelled his eyes to ravage the image, not deciding on which aspects the hormones in his brain liked best: the side of your tits, voluptuous ass, or plump pussy peeking out due to your writhing on your stomach on the beach towel. Arching everything so perfectly for him it was as if you were made to please him.

The rest of his concentration was spent fucking his hands.

Long inhale, shuddering exhale.

The rhythmic beat of sins pulsed in his ears. Taboo quickened his pace. Thrill seeking adrenaline coasted his twitching fingers over his reddened tip. The groan stirring in his chest unearthed all the restrained affection he had for you; it was demanding to be released. To moan your name where no one could hear him.

But he had to keep it stamped down. Try as he might to not show favoritism in class, his gaze wandered to you far too often. He chose you to stand and declare your snarky answer to his question while he hid himself behind his desk. The times you showed up early to see him and he made you write out the day’s lecture on the chalkboard--since your handwriting was legible compared to his.

All benign excuses to reel you in.

Mornings spent hanging out. Evenings spent arguing over your grades. Not like you were a bad student; your exams were what almost secured your position for passing his class, it was your papers that needed work. Riddled with disjointed thoughts, meandering points, and leaps in logic so incredible it could win gold at the Olympics.

None of it detracted from his allure to you. Quite the opposite. It gave you a reason to hang on to his every word, stay around after class, talk to him like a peer, and the familiarity of knowing each other on this level gave you the boldness to squabble with him during class.

To set his face aflame when you had the gall to wear those short skirts, legs opening and closing when speaking to him. Make him slip his hand in his pocket under his desk when you challenged him.

No one could hold his interest like you did.

No one.

Professor Uchiha pumped faster. Used a knuckle to swipe to the next photo. One with your tits on display for the camera. It was cruel how the strip of fabric over your hard nipples caused his jaw to tense and his nostrils to flare. Your tits in photos, your tits bouncing under the thin fabric of your shirt when you sauntered around his desk, your tits slick with his eager kisses, your tits covered in his cum.

Damn you for tempting him. And damn him for encouraging it against his better judgement.

He was in too deep.

The thick vein along the underside of his cock throbbed. His body went taut.

Release. Relax.

Professor Uchiha gathered the tissues. One, two strokes.

“Mm!” he stifled the moan, eyes flitting from working his cock to the photo of you. Devouring the contours, curves, dips, and swells of your body. Picturing you naked under him. Twisted in pleasure. Shouting his first name.

He circled his fingers, guiding them in smooth sprints over his cockhead, each graze of his digits sending him to the precipice of the cliff.

Fuck.

He emptied himself into the tissues. Milking his cock dry in long, slow strokes while staring at his phone.

The cleanup was made in haste. Tissues disposed of, a wet wipe on his hands as if it would wash away his delinquency, briefcase packed, and spent cock tucked away for another time. He checked his watch; he should still be home in time for an unloving, resentful, cold dinner left for him on the kitchen counter and moving boxes strewn about the living room couch where he slept.

Walking alone in the dark parking lot gave him time to think. And thinking allowed the insidious venom of self loathing to replace the endorphins tingling his nerves.

He developed feelings for one of his students. And he yearned for more than inappropriate hours he scheduled to be with you. More than the hours he expended in pondering your interactions, and the exhaustive state it left him in after he dumped his energy into idyllic scenarios with you.

Oh, how he reveled in it.

You were his escape, and he wasn’t about to change that.

~~~

You drummed your nails on the underside of Professor Uchiha’s desk; supporting your weight on it, ergo, bringing your tits together bracketed by your elbows to help persuade him to bump your grade up two points. That’s all. Two measly points.

“Oh no, looks like the program’s not responding,” he replied with a lopsided grin, running his mouse in circles and chucking at your frustration.

“Professor,” you whined.

He unglued his eyes from your cleavage after imagining his cock leaking between your breasts and redirected his attention to his computer screen. He furrowed his brows. Clicked around. Shook his mouse vigorously. Frowned some more.

“What is it?”

“It’s frozen.” He tapped keys on his keyboard.

“C’mon.”

“No, really,” he said, angling the screen at you and demonstrating the program he used to log your grades was static and the cursor was sitting in the same spot, unmoving.

You leaned over and spammed random keys as if by some miracle his computer would respond to your fingers and not his.

Professor Uchiha was entranced. Cleavage was nice, but his cup of pens.. One stuck out further than the others and its pointed cap was tracing your nipple. Coaxing it erect.

The sheer power of his fixation scorched you like the sun on a cloudless day. What a simple man. Tease yourself on one of his belongings and he’d cherish it forever.

You pouted your luscious bottom lip. Arched your back. Nudged the pen around your nipple until you were satisfied he couldn’t take it anymore. Your breath was light and tone airy, “Want me to take a look, Professor?”

“Great idea.”

Fuck.

His husky voice, heavy with arousal, imbued those two little words with a spell that bound you to them.

He pushed himself away from his desk with his foot, crossed his ankles, and shifted one hand to his pocket, the other on his armrest supporting his head. His expression was that of expectation. Yours was blank-faced trepidation, the sort of foreboding ingrained in your very bones telling you to comply, obey.

It wasn’t like him to be this serious when it was just you two. And it was equally unlike him to return even an ounce of your flirting. Not to this degree. When it was you and him, he dropped all pretenses of having authority over you, but now, the fierce lust in his eyes warned you that if you didn’t respect his commands, he’d punish you. The thought of which sent a zing of excitement straight to the apex of your thighs.

You walked around his desk--any other day this would include you tracing sleek a finger along the edge and a little swish in your step, however, at this moment your brain was in a tizzy under his watchful gaze. Giddy at the tendons flexing in his neck. Fascinated by his cutthroat stare appraising your body like you were for sale.

Bending at the waist, you mashed the control, alt, and delete keys. Harrumphing when nothing happened on screen.

Awareness prickled the hair on your nape at the sound of his chair creaking and an object disappearing from your peripheral. Whatever it was, it was forgotten when you gandered at the cables leading from his keyboard and mouse down the hole with the rest of the wires connecting from his computer to underneath his desk. They bulged oddly. You groped them, tugged.

Your suspicions proved correct as they dangled in your hand. “Sir, they’re not plugged in.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” he cooed behind you. “Care to rectify that for me?”

“Y-Yes, sir.” Submissive. Quivering. Anticipating. Wishing. Hoping. You crouched under his desk and peered into the dark. The wood panel on the front blocked all light from entering. Kneeling, you ran your hand up the back of his tower, prodding fingertips through dust, hunting the empty USB slots in pitch black.

Professor Uchiha couldn’t be happier.

On your hands and knees in front of him.

He opened the camera app on his phone--snatched from his desk when you weren’t looking--and started recording a video.

The phone was tilted down to his lap. He had threaded his cock through a hole cut out in his pocket and bunched the fabric of his trousers so that his engorged tip was visible outside. Swollen and in search of a reason to create new scenes in his memory bank. This time by his own accord.

On his phone screen played a close up of his cock encircled in his thick fingers. He stroked for a few seconds, a fistful of himself before panning to you. Face down, ass up. A strip of white cotton wedged between your cheeks like a blaze leading him to the parts begging for him to lick, to suck. Adorning a wet spot where it stretched tight over your cunt. You couldn’t have known this particular pair was his weakness. They were most visible in his dimmed classroom; the black lace pair became obscured in the shadows of your thighs. The crisp, stark white? He bathed himself in their radiance when you gave him a peek.

His heart pounded in the wide expanse of the room. He had his excuse prepared since the moment he concocted this plan over the weekend: if you turned around, he would hide his cock and click on the flashlight on his phone, like he was helping you see all along.

But you didn’t turn. You didn’t look. You weren't curious if he was up to anything. You were too busy gagging at the dust under your nails as you tried to line up the cables with the ports.

The chair creaked again. He shifted to the edge of the seat. Knees angled out on either side of your ass. Stroking his tip faster. Your heat inches from him. Heavy breaths linking the space from his cock, to his phone, to your panties.

Metal dinged metal. Cables knocked cables. You must’ve thought he was an idiot. He probably was. Swimming in the murky waters of student-teacher relationships. Antagonizing you to bicker with him, asking you to help file papers in his cabinet. Becoming too bold, too stupid in pushing his boundaries.

But if he were drowning, so were you.

You found the USB ports minutes ago. Actually, it was already plugged in, but teasing your professor like this.. Hearing the rustling of fabric the more you wagged your hips back and forth. The pure debauchery of the air cooling your soaked panties should’ve sentenced you to a lifetime of shame. It didn’t. It felt fucking good knowing he was looking. Captivating him.

Seconds passed.

You arched your back to an agonizing degree.

Presented yourself in all your glory.

The shame did come.

When he didn’t act upon his cravings.

He never did. Something held him back. It always did. But it felt like this time was different.. Despite your efforts week after week, Professor Uchiha was a lost cause.

Enough playing around; you crawled backwards from under his desk and stood, tapping away at the miraculously working program to change your score and hit enter.

Wheels squeaked. His knees bumped into the back of yours, causing yours to buckle, bend. “Oh!” You faltered and caught yourself on his desk, spinning to face him at the same time he decided to rise from his chair.

He used his body to box you in.

Surprised in the tangle of shoes knocking shoes, knees gone weak, and hips grinding on hips as you both lost your balance, you clutched onto his tie--earning a strangled cough from his cinched air pipe--and his arms fell to either side of your body, pinning you between him and the solid piece of wood that was his desk. The edge of which dug into your plush ass.

The silkiness of his tie rivaled only by the softness of his pink lips hovering over yours. The hardness of his charcoal black eyes boring into yours rivaled only by what was pressing into your stomach.

“Sorry.” Your whisper was so shushed your voice cut out as you let go of his tie and smoothed your hand down his chest, his stomach. “The computer’s working now.” Radiating body heat sweltered in the mingle of your two bodies united as one. Words were stolen. Excuses were lost in the passage of time. Impure thoughts raced. Ones saved for empty classrooms and toys that didn’t come with baggage and consequences if caught.

The coarse fabric of his trousers grazed your upper thighs as he advanced forward. Laying his chest on yours to better reach his mouse snug against your ass and close the program on screen.

Months of seducing this man led to his unresolved desire brushing over your mound. If you just tipped your hips it would apply pressure to your needy-

His half-closed gaze perceived your ruse. Strong forearms enclosed to your waist. No longer shy about expressing what he wanted. You weren’t the lion in the reeds. You were the sheep and he donned the wool over your eyes.

Professor Uchiha’s wolfish grin tweaked at your innocent mouth agape at his forwardness. His mischievous lips graces words, “I dismissed class over an hour ago. Why are you still here prancing around in front of me?”

His pride curled over the shell of your ear, swept the length of your neck, snaked down the collar of your shirt. Smugness coiled his tongue. Innocuous words worked like a spark to dry leaves, inciting an inferno to the areas of you insisting to be touched, ruined.

The longer his lips deemed you worthy, the more you knew this is what you wanted.

Gaining some autonomy, you shifted your hand from admiring his abs up the planes of his chest to his round shoulder and down his arm, skirting over his rolled up sleeve to the forest of coarse hair standing at attention under your guidance. You reached his wrist and settle your hand on top of his.

His left hand.

Lips at your throat. Breath down your dewy cleavage. Two lips resting on your fragile skin; just resting, not kissing. They were privy to your drumming pulse, certain it was caused by him. The twist of his mouth stopped short of the smirk it was forming.

A sense of dread overcame your embrace.

The low moan in the back of his throat stopped.

His body went rigid in places it wasn’t before.

He reeled back. Panic in his eyes. Vocal cords poised. Suspended in time. Preparing to create words of warning. Or maybe an explanation.

Your fingers explored. Roamed over his knuckles, mountains and valleys of protruding veins. You slipped down the slope of his left ring finger.

Nothing.

No bump of metal.

When did he stop wearing his wedding ring?

“Class was dismissed over an hour ago,” he repeated in a haunting whisper, an octave lower and devoid of emotion. The self-loathing at his impulses was evident in each shaky inhale. He used his imposing height as its own threat, bending your frame to his will, fingers gripping the desk with white knuckles of restrain, claiming the slice of air separating you as his own. The firm length prodding you surged against the pleats of your skirt with a cowardly roll of his hips. Testing the feel of you. Introducing his urges to yours, and hating that he had to stop there. “You should leave.”

He wound his fingers in your skirt above your thigh, refusing to let go of the fabric. Let go of you. The stubble on his cheek stabbed the sensitive skin of your face as he bowed his head to speak directly into your ear, “Go.” Heavy as the burdens he endured, he let your skirt slip free of his grasp. His arm hung limp at his side.

You were being dismissed from him.

Though he vocalized as much, he left you little room to do so. Your body was overtaken by his. Trapped due to his inability to surrender to his vices, nor give them up completely.

You wiggled out from under his looming presence, flourishing in the flattery of his sharp inhale and groan when you lurched your hips to drag along him, savoring the unmistakable sensation of your professor’s cock following your lead.

How insulting. Nothing would break this man. And it was another knife to your inflated ego.

You climbed the stairs in a rush, laid your hand on the handle. The cold metal seared into your hot palm, dissipating rapidly from his warmth. The chill seeped through your skin, mocking your affinity for him, erasing the weight of his chest pressed against yours from your memory.

Maybe it was better that way.

Surely ripe for punishment, you glanced over your shoulder. One last look before the winter break. A last impression of what you meant to him. Would he wave? Tell you to lock the door? Wish you a happy holiday?

Professor Uchiha was at his desk. Standing in the same position as before, slightly altered. His lush black hair hid his face from observation. Hands curled into fists, arms like pillars keeping him from collapsing completely as his shoulders hunched further.

Utterly destitute.

Good.

You twisted the handle.

He didn’t move. Didn’t address you. Didn’t explain, apologize, nor act in the ways you hoped.

He denied you.

You clicked the lock and left.

~~~

The grandiose holiday gave way to the lukewarm reception of classes resuming to an all out stomach churning response to his lectures. You stopped arriving early, Professor Uchiha stopped asking for you to stay late. You stopped speaking up in class, Professor Uchiha repressed any compulsion to interact with you. You ignored him, he ignored you.

A wonderful arrangement that lasted all of two weeks before one of you broke. He allowed his eyes to wander over your frame as you entered his room on the day he handed back graded papers and you found yourself packing away your things slowly after everyone had left.

In your time apart, he graduated from grumpy teacher to full on curmudgeon--scaring off students in record time with a single glare from behind his disorganized desk--but the giant red F bleeding into the crevices of your paper just wouldn't do.

“..So, in conclusion,” you ranted, circling two points on the board until the poor stick of chalk in your tight grip chipped to a stub, “I believe my interpretation is perfectly logical and that you, my astute Professor, could make an exception and bend the rules just the tiniest amount and raise my grade to a C, at the very least, as I deserve.”

You faced him for the first time since you sauntered up to his chalkboard. It was a good sign he didn’t immediately ask you to leave, but his only contributions to your conversation were in the forms of hums of disapproval or one word rejections. So, when you turned to him and he beamed his usual impish grin, legs straight out and crossed at the ankle, sleeves rolled up and arms tucked behind his head as he swiveled in his chair; you were unnerved, but grateful.

Silence fell thick between you. His eyes went unfocused, considering something in his head. You dawdled at the board, scrutinizing your points, seeking counter arguments for anything he may throw at you. Anything to get your mind off the way his gaze rendered you to the very nerves that summoned the gumption to wear your shortest skirt this morning after two weeks of jeans.

Professor Uchiha cocked his head. The silence broke. “I’ll bend the rules if you bend over my desk.”

Boldfaced shock slackened your jaw. “What?”

“It’s what I deserve,” he asserted, using your choice of words. “It’s only fair.” He jerked his chin twice at his desk, smirk pulling taut at his lips. “Bend over it and I’ll consider changing your grade.”

You hesitated. Face lashed with visible uncertainty. Tension as palpable as morning fog sticking to your skin. A gulp in your throat booming loud in the two feet that kept you from falling into his lap.

“Bend over your desk,” you repeated in a monotone voice. Somewhat composed on the outside, but head swimming in amusement, proving difficult to keep a shimmy out of your shoulders when you clinked the chalk on the metal tray.

You didn’t believe this man for a second.

Your shoes clacked on the wood paneled floor leading to his oak desk, rapping your knuckles on it. Knocking on it the same way you should be on your skull to check where your brain cells had gone off to. Professor Uchiha never made advances. Never followed through with yours. What could have changed?

You slid your pupils to him. He remained statuesque. Watching you, rapt. You tilted your head, pitched your voice in light innocence, “Going to give me a D, sir?”

“Stop talking and find out,” he said, invoking your compliance in his deep rasp.

His threats were all bark, no bite. Not until he made certain of them. Wastes of air on paltry promises. But surely, once you obeyed him, he would not be able to resist. Please, God, don’t resist. You needed to be fucked by him.

You pivoted. Spread your feet. Lined your hips with the edge of his desk and leaned until your fingertips made contact and your clammy palms arched like suction cups on the surface of his well made, durable desk.

Scratches and divots in the wood grain tickled your fingertips as you dropped your chest. Hard nipples excited by the cool veneer gliding along your thin blouse and unpadded bra. Your hamstrings woke up, stretching gaily from their long nap. At the end, you crossed your arms and rested your chin on your forearms. Getting comfortable. A sharp right angle bent over his desk.

“Going to spank me with a ruler?” Shuffling alerted you to Professor Uchiha sitting up in his chair; the menacing rubbing of his calloused palms together drew nearer and nearer. His warm sigh blew on the back of your legs.

“After you’ve teased my cock for months on end?” He ran his knuckles over the goosebumps on your thigh with one hand, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly with the other. “Not a chance in hell I’d stop there.”

Professor Uchiha dove his hand into his pants. Grasped his swollen lust determined to be released over his boxer briefs. Not now. Not yet. He had to ravish your first.

His hands cascaded up, groping your ass. One cheek in each. Giving them a hard squeeze and laughing at your pitiful whine. “Sweetheart,” he said hoarsely, “you’ll have to stay quiet if you want to have fun.” He reared his left hand back and smacked. You muffled your cry. His right slapped ripples in your soft flesh.

“Mmph!” At least he had the decency to hush the tears sparkling the corner of your eyes by following them up with a gentle caress.

Rolling his chair up to you, his knees inserted themselves between yours and your need was about even with his face. His breath graced your stinging skin. A shy touch of his lips on the sore spots as an apology. And yet, he raised his hand and spanked you again. Harder. Echoing in the empty room along with your cry.

“Professor!” The motion flung you forward, dragging your nipples over the rough texture of his askance mousepad. Knocking over his mug of pens. Arching your hips. Exhilarating sensations tingling from the top of your head to your curled toes.

“Shh.” His useless shushing lasted all but seconds until his puckered lips relaxed, then curled wickedly. He clamped down. Teeth, nails. Fingers digging for purchase. Canines bruising.

His hands roamed where they wanted. The front of your thighs up to the point of the desk impeding him, massaging the tight muscles responding to his dire affection. Climbing your legs to cup your cheeks and bring them to his mouth for more lovebites. Tasting. All the while running his thumb along the length of your white cotton panties. Prying your thighs apart, smashing them together. Coaxing your pussy to swallow the fabric in response to his kneading.

You had grappled the edge of the desk to anchor yourself there nice and steady while he had his way. His excruciating, aggravating slow way.

“You want my lips somewhere else, babe?” he asked after you huffed a wordless complaint and swayed your hips, not at all subtle in your longing to have his mouth on your wet heat. “Need your professor’s tongue to treat you well after failing your assignment?”

What a cruel man to fan flames of embarrassment to your already burning, panting state; bent over his desk and begging him to finally fuck you after he had the audacity to roll up his sleeves and taunt you with his obvious massive erection casting a mouth-watering shadow across his lap.

“Please.”

Your shaky utterance of that single word evoked something within him.

Quivering lips pressed to the arousal soaked cotton. Tender. Grazing but a moderate kiss over the fabric that riled his cock. Concealing what he coveted most.

Professor Uchiha’s teeming excitement exhibited itself in the way he kissed your cunt. Controlled kisses waning sloppy with the use of his tongue. Short flicks at first. Darting over his lips. Then full licks up your slit, tracing the outline and nudging the fabric stiffer over your bundle of nerves the more he opened his mouth and introduced you to his skill. His nose to your entrance and his tongue exploring down, down, down the slope, over the curve in pursuit of the reason you moaned his title so sultry and feebly it sent a throb from his balls to leak from his cock.

“Professor,” you sighed, fingernails denting semicircles in the underside of the polished edge of his desk. Rising to your tippy toes in order to elevated your hips and grant him access to feast where he desired.

And hungry he was. Starving. Weeks, months, years without a good meal to satisfy his cravings.

The tip of his tongue traced the bump of your clit held prisoner by your panties. Caged, locked away from him. He sealed his plush, full lips to it, gathered you in his mouth full of thick saliva, and suckled. The gratification was immediate. Your thighs clenched around his face. You shoved backwards in desperation. Stomped your foot. Your too-loud moan traveled down your spine to the deep hum vibrating from his throat to your clit.

When he spoke, he carefully enunciated each word, projected the plosive P’s. “Poor girl,” he jested, words muttered on your swollen need. “Can’t handle a few minutes of teasing after you’ve done the same to me? Pleading for my cock. Prancing around here begging for me to fuck you.”

A single finger slipped under your twisted panties. You went pliant.

“Bad girl,” he moaned, shoving them to the side.

“Bad girl,” he lauded, wheezing at your beautiful display of wanton lust glistening for him.

“Bad girl,” he praised with conviction, spanking your ass so hard your vision went cross and vestiges of stars danced in the foreground of the rows of tables and chairs.

“Fuck!” you groaned to the back of your hand, quieting yourself.

He performed a full body roll from his jutting cock to his supple tongue fawning over your clit up to savor your arousal, planting harsh kisses where he saw fit. Ragged breaths sending chills to the warmest intimacies of your body, gone vulnerable in his craze.

Your pussy was free from its cage.

He let himself go.

His arms weighed heavily on the dip of your back, hands rubbing soothing circles while he flexed his biceps; capturing you in his vise, hiking you hips, tilting them further. Ensuring your quaking thighs could no longer jerk you away from his benevolent mouth. He waited too long for this. Agonized as the seasons morphed and you reaped the benefits of his undivided attention. Took advantage of his fondness, only to deprive him of it when, at last, he almost gave in to his sins. He was so close. So close to taking you then. But he didn’t. And you made him pay dearly for it.

Now you had to endure his consequences.

The precious resource of his erudite tongue honed in on your undressed clit. Twitching the tip over it. Smoothing the whole muscle to cherish it. Pausing to swoon at what you spilled for him, lapping it up, and returning at once to adore you in kisses and sucking until you were gasping, writhing, squirming from his talent. Legs shaking past the point of holding your weight. Humid huffs panting over the wood desk where your cheek stuck to it.

You mustered what little voice you had left to stutter out a sigh of, “Sir.”

At your brink, he stopped.

Professor Uchiha commended you with an everlasting blissful lick before tormenting you in suspense, stopping just short of your peak, and instead offering you a lazy kiss as he adjusted his chair and pushed himself away--then crashed his knees into the hinge of yours, forcing you to flounder and fall into his lap.

His sudden switch in activities foretold his plan. You had a very long night ahead.

Orgasm delayed, you tried to tense your thighs to give yourself some scant amount of pleasure, enough to build the waves of impending release again, but his legs between yours was not an accident. His dark chuckle in your ear told you as much. He designed this from the start.

He nipped at your neck, heartbeat pounding pulses to your clit. “Does your professor’s cock feel good?”

You forced your focus from his overbearing hands ripping the buttons from your blouse and the palm curving over your mound to pull you along his robust length situated between your ass; the heel of his palm shaping just over where you wanted it most. His briefs stole your fluids that belonged to him, acting as a barrier from entry as he grinded you up and down, pussy lips straddling his cock.

“So good.” You dropped your head to his shoulder and kissed his strong jaw, both of you battling for control in moving hips and greedy lips. “I love my professor’s cock. It feels so fucking good.” You ground on his length, tipping your hips at the end to send his palm over your clit, arching to his fingers prodding under your bra. It spurred you on. You picked up speed. Delivered sultry gasps and moans to his neck. “It’s so big, Professor, please fill me. I need it.” You pouted your bottom lip and kissed the side of his sly mouth. “I’ve been bad. Punish me.”

“Oh, I’ll punish you-”

knock

Knock

KNOCK

“Under the desk.” He ushered you with a slap on your thigh like an unruly animal he had to herd, and damn you for liking it.

Like a leaf caught in a raging stream, you slid from his bouncing legs and landed on your knees. Crawling into the darkness obscured by the wood panel on his desk and spinning around to look up at his approving smile, provoking a matching one to carve your lips as you shared a bubbling chortle escalating into a smothered roguish laugh.

“Shh!” He held his finger to his lips, shoulders jerking, suppressing the child-like devilry taking over his body seeing you down there. In the pause between another thump on his door he rolled his chair in and you backed up, giving him room to open his legs around your body. Before he averted his eyes to the door, they beheld you in a promise: this interruption would be short lived. A brief respite. Then he’d make it up to you.

“Come in.”

The words reverberated off the enclosure of your hiding spot. Rang in your ears. The door knob squeaked. Turned downward. He sat flush with the desk, securing himself to the edge and blocking his lap from view in a large shadow.

How often did he sit like this while in class, hardly able to contain his erection from witnesses? You couldn’t keep the noise from escaping; you pressed your lips together and exhaled faintly through your nose, but he heard your moan.

He heard your disobedience and reprimanded you.

Professor Uchiha ordered you to be quiet once more by pinching your bottom lip between his thumb and index; his thick fingers sparking the most sensuous harm to your mouth--the same as he did to your hurting ass. Pleased by your mute respect, he let go after turning your fiery blood to ice in your numb lip and settled his large palm on his thigh. Trousers struggling to bear constricting muscles and briefs tenting a cock featured most prominently in your eyeline.

The door clicked open. Swung.

His body slumped. Though you couldn’t see why, his sudden change in mood resulted in his frame curling in, and his wonderful, painful hand with fingers you were seconds from sucking on abandoned his thigh to lean on his forearms and stare down the one who invaded his privacy.

Leisure footsteps descended this stairs.

He grabbed a pen from his top-heavy mug that spilled at the slightest bump and expelled energy by removing, replacing the cap. Clicking the end again and again.

Whoever it was, whatever they were here for; it affected your professor. Going from energetic and lively--if not unabashedly horny--to exhausted and hosting a quiet growl of misery when the trespasser ruined his self-indulgence one step at a time.

He needed to be consoled, and you knew the best way how.

You settled into position, knees spread, and you wrapped your hands around his ankles. He shifted at first, wondering what you were up to, but relaxed when you started massaging up his legs. Hard caresses of your thumb into his calves. Squeezing your fingers. Watching the tension seep from his body; the weight pulling his chest concave lifting as time went on and you tended to him.

“You left your copy of the paperwork on my kitchen table.”

Deflated.

Stomach dropped.

Professor Uchiha clicked the pen. My table, he sneered.

The voice belonged to a woman.

Her table.

He left something at a woman’s house?

You cupped his calf and brought his knee in, favoring it in many kisses. Quick pecks turned to gradual open mouthed hushed touches of your lips on his trousers. Claiming him. He responded to your affections. He filled his chest with fortitude and plunged his hand under the desk, blanketing yours which was rubbing along his firm thigh.

“It’s important,” she chastised. “Might want to keep track of it?” She landed in front of his desk. Feet from the sweat rolling down your back.

You kissed your professor’s inner thigh, using teeth when necessary to divert more of his focus to you; accumulate all of his attention and hoard it like a shiny treasure. This woman didn’t deserve it. When you spoke to him that way it was in jest and he reacted in a lighthearted way. When this woman berated him in her nasally voice, it was to put him down.

His fingers swept over yours. His thumb slotted itself to your palm, infusing an otherworldly calmness into your temperament. Holding your hand when he was facing a point of contention in his life.

“Why’re you even here?” Disgust erupted from the pit of his diaphragm. “I gave you your keys weeks ago.”

Something was tossed onto the desk above your head.

Professor Uchiha’s hand left yours. Cold and lonely. Then scalding hot with desire when he pried your loving strokes from his thigh and guided your deft fingers to his lap. To the opening of his trousers, folded over and peeled away to reveal his greatest gift.

He enclosed your fingers over it. Tapped once. You understood.

“And you should’ve taken it with you then. I found it in the mess you left behind under a stack of schoolwork dated from last year. I shouldn’t be surprised you’re so disorganized after all this time, but you still manage to amaze me. I mean, just look at your desk.”

Eavesdropping shouldn’t excite you like this, but the sheer magnitude of pressing a gentle kiss to his tip over his briefs and watching his stomach jump, and draining the insecurity from his meek voice was its own unique reward. Especially when you just started and already, those strong hands of his were grasping his thighs in effort to stay collected under the woman’s narrowed eye scrutiny.

Stuffing your mouth, gorging, a total glutton for his covered length, you stretched your lips over his girth and sucked on his tip. Cradling the underside and praising it in delicate rolls from the back of your tongue, drawing back to drench his head in you and him--tasting his precum and swallowing to hoard it as well with his focus and attention.

“Rin,” he exhaled; a grand undertaking to make it sound bored and not at all like he was seconds from moaning his student’s name, “unless you have something important to say, leave.”

You wound your hand around the opening of his briefs and unveiled your present.

He cleared his throat and shuffled his feet to cover the jangle of his belt buckle falling to the side.

His cock. His glorious cock with its leaking reddened tip and impressive size tempted you as much as it daunted you. Warming him up to your humble tongue, you lapped the precum cultivated just for you to enjoy and honored him with a silent kiss before delving in. Wetting your lips. Stretching them over him. Slowly. In no rush to have your hollowed cheeks break suction and bring the wrong kind of attention upon yourself.

It was difficult enough as is swallowing more than the first three inches. You wanted it all. To slather him in appreciation. Not to admit defeat and pump your hand the rest of what your mouth couldn’t handle without risking a moan of pure euphoria when he twitched, filling you whole.

“Are you ever going to explain yourself? Apologize to me?”

“You were the one who decided this in the first place. I have nothing else to volunteer, nor disclose.”

She shifted her weight. Bounced her heel. Clack, clack, clack on the floor.

Professor Uchiha scooted to the edge of his seat, shoving his hips forward. It was a true miracle you didn’t gag on him and blow your cover then and there, but by the glory of his thumb sweeping over your sunken cheek you unhinged your jaw and accepted his tip at the back of your throat with all the patience of a Saint.

“You should leave,” he said, scribbling nonsensical shapes on the important document in front of him. “I’m a busy man, as you know.”

“Oh, I’m sure. Always here. Never home.” She tutted, whirling around to the direction she entered from, briskly crossing a few steps before stopping at the stairs. “Bye.” A tremor of hope laced her voice. He eviscerated it.

“Bye.” He flapped his hand in a childish wave, doing his best to keep the smugness from coming through, and failing. If she heard it, she ignored it and climbed the stairs for the door.

Professor Uchiha’s thumb dug into your cheek, his index on the otherwise prodded into your gums. Cupping your jaw. Cranking your mouth open to his whims. Using it as leverage to abide by his wish. Gaping, welcoming his untamed urge to relieve him of the stress this woman caused.

Her footsteps faded.

He became brave. Overcome in the moment to challenge her in an unknown race. Your mouth versus her stride.

Rutting like an animal, micro-thrusts of his pelvis at the edge of his chair. Quickening the pace the further she walked away from him and his life. He released his iron grip on your mouth and combed his fingers through your hair, ensnaring the sensitive strands above your nape.

His heaving chest should’ve been a warning.

“Mm!”

He shoved you down his cock. Driving you to the point where your hand stroking him in tandem was useless, instead using it to fist his trousers in your frightful clutches. You couldn’t hold back anymore.

You moaned. Cried, even. Tears building at the dam of your eyelashes.

“Lock the door on your way out,” he called to the woman.

She did as she was told. Depressed the lock. Clicked it shut behind her without a follow up question as to what caused the masturbatory gestures of his arm under his desk, what the sounds were of you choking on his cock, nor the high flush on his cheeks.

Professor Uchiha rolled his chair back and you followed his lead, stumbling forward on aching knees. Forever attached to his perfect cock.

He slouched, lulled his head to the side. Observing your face buried in his lap, your wet eyes meeting his. His kind hands brushing your hair out of your way with a sympathetic graze of his thumb on your temple while his other hand wiped away your tears. Guiding your head up and down, bobbing on his grand length, tongue pacifying his haughty nature after his spat with the woman. She was gone and you worked your charm on him.

“Such a naughty girl.” You locked gazes; his prideful and yours agreeingly submissive. “That was fun.”

Eager and vicious, you sucked from base to tip, swirled your tongue over his throbbing head and placed a kiss on the very tip, smearing his precum on your lips. Something that spoke to the primal best within him judging by the way he squirmed in his seat and his pupils bloomed black. Breathing heavy but silent.

“I love your cock so much, Professor, I’ve wanted you to fuck me with it for so long.” You laid his cock on your face so you could kiss the thick vein buzzing against your lips while begging, eyebrows pinched and overstating your pout by clasping your hands to your lap to prop up your cleavage. “Please fuck me with it.”

He pulled you up by your chin, doubling over at his waist to close the rest of the distance between you. He lifted your skirt, groped your ass, slid his palm over it, fingers exploring further to your sopping wet cunt, earnest in its need to be punished.

Two fingers slipped in. He tasted the sweat on your neck. Stretched you with a third. “You sure you’re ready for more, sweetheart?” he asked once he met resistance.

“I’ve been ready.”

His gruff voice, steeped in want, ordered you, “Then, bend over my desk.”

“Yes, sir.”

Returning to the position you were in before you were so rudely interrupted, you flattened your chest to his desk, wiggling your tantalizing ass at him. He wrested his cock from his briefs and shoved all fabric away from hampering him and threw his tie over his shoulder. Skirt flipped to expose you, his rough hands ran over your curves, eyes drifted in their stead, admiring how you offered yourself up so willingly. And how you crumbled under the tease of his thumb gliding the length of your needy cunt. He placated you in slippery circles over your clit craving the friction you deserved after servicing his cock.

Tempting each other to the edge of relief, but never letting them fall.

“I’ll be taking these.” He gave you no pause to guess what he was referring to. Your panties tugged over your round ass and fell to your ankles where you stepped out of them and they were safely tucked away in the top drawer of his desk.

“Fuck, babe,” Professor Uchiha groaned the compliment. His raging hot cock nestled along your entrance. Clapping your cheeks to enclose it there. Dragging your hips, rolling his. Slow, sensual. Relishing the connection, the bond of his cock and your enthusiasm; no longer settling for his hands with a bit of lotion.

Your mouth, your hands, your pussy. All crafted for his pleasure.

He should be commended for his ability to not bust with you giving him a blow job under his desk earlier. He should be exalted for not cumming on your back like he was near to do with just a few more unruly thrusts-

Whilst he was busy dwelling on the topic of Edging versus Self-Imposed Torture, you couldn’t help but notice the manila folder stuck under your boobs. White papers fanning out over the top. Racing your heart. Shouting at you to peep, take a gander. Who was that woman and what was she here for? You peeled back the edge of the folder.

Professor Uchiha panted out a string of tangled cherry picked syllables to arrange between the jumbled consonants spilling out and punctuated them with a moan of your name. “So fucking- So fucking good. You feel so fucking good.”

Cock lubed so slick it slipped down your cheeks, his tip prodded your entrance. A silent plea to allow him to fuck you. To come. Finally. Please let him come.

“You’re fucking me on your divorce papers?” you snorted. “That was your ex-wife?”

Scalp tingling. Hair snatched in his mighty grip. Cunt throbbing. Receiving but only half of him. Muscles frozen. Carved to accommodate him.

He pressed his chest to your back and shoved the file, flinging it to the floor. Raining white sheets of paper, scattered. Pens, clattered. Metal paper clips, pattered. His carnal heat warming your chilled skin was all that mattered.

Again, your jaw belonged to him. Your mouth? His. The drool pooling over the edge of your bottom lip? Also his. Your moan when he pitched his hips, slapping them to your ass, mouth gaped in surprise? Most definitely his.

His smirk blurred before your half-lidded eyes--stinging from the initial thrust of his cock. “Knew you couldn’t handle me; I’m not even in all the way,” he rasped in your ear, grazing his teeth over your pulse. Kissed you gently from ear to chin. Removed his hand-muzzle to place his lips at the junction of yours, forehead pressed to temple, eyes soft, but intense. “You’ve been a naughty girl, going through your professor’s belongings,” he murmured. “You need to be taught a lesson.”

The world spun on its axis.

Empty between the thighs. Back on something solid. Legs stuck up in the air and being manipulated not of your own accord. Disoriented, you willed the yourself to zero in on his face: wild, erotic, and so blatantly aroused at your captivated self, legs wide open, and addicted to his touch.

He loomed between your legs encircling his waist. A tower of suspense reached the end of its rope, snapped. His cock a pillar of pent up urges leading to the end of his marriage.

And you and your soft body. Laying under him. Yearning for him to use it, ruin it, and have you coming back for more. Someone who wanted him as he was. Who returned his passion. Returned the new-relationship lust he so missed; starting something new and preserving the flames, not letting them snuff out, leaving him bereft, alone in the dark.

Your eyes were shining, longing, staring up at him. Subdued, he watched you want him more.

One by one, you unbuttoned the rest of your blouse. Finishing the job meticulously and pointlessly, considering the rest of the buttons were ripped off and lost to the shadows on the floor. The shirt fell away in stark halves. Shameless naked skin. Chest rising, stomach falling. Rolling onto your elbows to unclasp your bra.

Shirt and bra thrown to the litter of paper, pens, and metal paper clips, and your face heated under his adoring gaze, flattered.

Professor Uchiha’s thumb worked itself in consoling swipes on the curvature of your thigh to ass. Perhaps as an apology for pulling your hair. Perhaps communicating that this moment meant more to him than he let you believe. Perhaps to stall for time so this wasn’t over in a matter of seconds.

You waited.

His unwavering gaze took you in piece by piece. Observing features previously hidden, though he felt like he knew them by heart from your promiscuous photos. Now he could study his favorite subject in all its glory. Memorize the dip above your clavicle until he could stand it no longer and switch to fathoming the contours flowing from your breasts, down your stomach, over your bunched skirt, and to his hand lurking near the sharp peak of your sex kissing his.

He etched you in his mind palace for the future.

Goosebumps skittered in the wake of his docile trail over your pelvis. Eventually, he woke from his reverie and became aware of your thinning patience, and the ever present Siren’s song of your tits calling to him. A striking downfall.

“Going to stand there and drool over me, or are you going to fuck me?” You grinned, an eyebrow raised in a challenge. “I thought you were hellbent on punishing me, Sir.”

Fuck your tits. He could have you contorting under the pleasure of his tongue any other day. Tonight was about him. And about you paying him back for all the favors you owed him.

Vengeful hands guided their way up your writhing body, fitting sensitive areas to his palms. Chasing the heady high he evoked in the simplest brushes of skin on skin contact. Your body opened up, greeted his, arms embracing him. Hands grasping. Fingernails tracing his spine to cradle the back of his head to your neck.

He drew his hips back. Cock sliding over your clit to rest the lipped edge of his tip perfectly where you requested. Thighs squeezing around his middle. Back arched. Hard nipples on his wrinkled work shirt.

“Sweetheart.” He petted your hair away from your face with a trembling hand, licking his lips, a rush of recklessness overcoming him. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll get straight A’s for the rest of the year.”

He kissed your cheek. Maybe an apology. Maybe something more. Maybe to give you a dose of wide-eyed preparation before reality split you in half.

“Fuck!” you cursed him, all muscles seizing onto the man who wrecked you like a spiteful God. Expelling expletives, you gasped at his evil, smitten laugh shaking your core so violently. “Professor,” you whined.

He bottomed out. One powerful pound of his hips to your pillowy ass. The desk drawer rattled. The computer monitor swayed ominously. His tie swung from his shoulder in the sudden exertion. He threw it back flippantly.

This was his everything. His shaft hugged you. His tip leaked to your very depths. Sore cunt stretched to its limits.

“Call me by my first name when you’re under me.”

There it was; that dangerous edge of gleaming tenderness in his gaze beholding you in the threat of his command. How dare he press a kiss to your temple like a lover when you were wrought with pain.

“Obito.” The feral moan after you whispered his name transferred from his chest to yours, mingled in the knot of nerves in your belly.

“Obito,” you repeated, more confident. “I’ve been craving your cock. Show me why that’s a bad thing. Show me why I’m a bad student for seducing her teacher for gain.”

He used his strained muscles to push himself off you. Laggard, prolonging the magnificent sensation of your fingers latching themselves in his hair, tugging it. But they fell away. Dropped your hold on him, your arms to the desk, like fine silk amongst trash he should’ve tossed ages ago. You surrendered to him. He rolled from his forearms to his hands on either side of you, flexing under the duress of not moving his lower half. Steeling the primal voice in his head that shouted at him to take it all. Take it now. Fast. Hard!

Soon, he would, soon. But he had more foreplay in store.

Insatiable fingers skimmed the peach fuzz standing erect on your ribs, up to your breasts. Walking each digit to the spot you hypnotized him with on days he forgot to turn on the heater during the winter, or on Fridays when you forgot to wear a bra and knew you bombed your exam.

He traced your nipple. One finger, two. Pinched it lightly. Pinched in harder. Fluttered his eyelids closed at the way you struggled to clench around his cock.

His other immoral hand sought lower. One finger, two. Rubbed down your clit, up. Side to side. Circles. Whatever the fuck made you squirm. Tense your thighs painfully tight. Clutch the air straight from his lungs. Open his eyes. Massage your inner muscles along his swollen cockhead.

Both of you too far, not far enough. On the precipice. Toes hanging off the cliff side. Not jumping.

“You’re enjoying this?” His hoarse voice cut through your moans. Breaths twisted in the space between you in their own heated tango.

“Yes, God, yes!”

He watched you. Head tilted to the side. Face neutral. Flushed pink from his cheeks to under his collar. “Hm.”

He retreated his hips, unsheathed his glistening tip, admired how wet it was with your want, and rammed it in; shivering in the near-orgasmic haze of your gasp of his name. Once, twice. Unyielding to the water in your eyes. Finding it adorable how your fingers hooked around his like a tourniquet, not used to accommodating his size.

Water leaked from your eyes, his tip. It slicked your palm, a sheen on your forehead.

Obito cranked his head back one pant at a time; the ceiling being the last thing he saw through the black curls of his lashes. Relentless thrusts burned the smouldering coals in his core. Long has it been since he experienced this fire with another person. One who lusted for him so obviously. Each smack of skin on skin and slip of his cock welcomed by your warm cunt reminded him of what he so thoroughly missed: Contact. A bond. Fulfillment.

When you opened your palm he inserted his fingers, lacing them with yours. Easy. Automatic.

Intimate.

He opened his eyes. Looked down.

His rhythm skipped a beat.

Attentive eyes beamed up at him; bright with passion, yet half-closed in ecstasy. Plump lips spouted encouragement to go faster, go slower, whatever the bundle of nerves stuck under his fingers ordered in between moans of his name and cries of pain-mixed-pleasure. Only now did it occur to him that he stopped rubbing your clit altogether--the drastic diminish of blood supply to his brain was affecting him.

It was hard to admit, but as much as he wanted this to be about him enacting a fantasy you wove for him since the start of school, to use you like an object to get off to before returning to your roles of student and teacher, the arching of your back and tightening on his hand holding yours swept him up into a whole host of confusing emotions he didn’t have time to comprehend.

It was all so appealing. And unattainable. Inappropriate.

His eyelids fell to slits, sure that your bouncing tits at his punishing pace would be enough to come while drowning out those pesky feelings. He increased his speed. Pressed his fingertips to your clit. Let the vigor of his pounding send them coasting over it.

Every buck of his hips sent the desk moving. Rocking items in the wake of his eagerness. Each one a witness to a teacher fucking his student because she owed him.

Black landscape. Eyes screwed shut. Only the sound of his guttural panting and your high-pitched moan-whines.

And his tie choking him.

And his shirt going tight.

And his torso being hurled forward.

He faced his reality inches from your nose.

His tie was snatched in your grasp. Your calves clamped over his hunk of ass, shoving his length to your pussy. Grinding on his cock. Rolling your hips in time with his now that you shocked him to a slower tempo. Much slower.. Physically close, mentally vulnerable. Your chest was curled to his, using his weight as a counterbalance to ride him though he was the one in the dominant position.

Names held power. You moaned his so freely and he uttered yours in full-body shudders.

His fingers said it in how they massaged your clit. His hand said it in how significant yours fit to it. His cock said it in a twitch against the place he wished to revisist over and over again. His muscles said it in how they held his orgasm ransom, not letting loose until he fell victim to the darkest reaches of his heart.

And he said it especially loud when his lips landed on yours.

Shouted it, even, when your back collided with the desk and he followed suit, possessive over your mouth; absolutely enthralled with the knowledge of what your lips felt like parting for his cock and, more recently, his tongue.

Your joined hands crashed to the solid oak, slid them up to your wild spread of hair. Jutting elbows set off a chaotic series of toppling folders, knocking the mouse over the edge, shoving the keyboard, leveling a stack of index cards, tumbling the mug of pens to an early grave, shattered.

Excruciating sprints of thrusts turned short and sloppy. And sweet. Your swollen clit was caressed in quick strokes. His thumb swept the glimmering trail where a tear journeyed from the corner of your eye to your hairline in a jagged line. Kisses became too burdensome on your lungs. Alternating between open mouth pants and held breath reserved for when you made eye contact.

You had let go of his tie. You had let go of his tie to cup his cheek slashed with scars from an accident in his youth. You held him there and slipped out a moan of his name while staring lovingly at him.

“Obito,” you sighed. “I’m almost-” You were interrupted by a jerk of his hips to change the angle, allowing him more room to swirl his fingers. “Ah! Oh, fuck, Prof- Obito!” He tried harder. He tried faster. Your head lulled to the side and he nuzzled. No teeth. No marking. No punishment. Just a simple rub of the bridge of his nose along your jaw.

You tensed around his fingers. Inner thighs quivered against his waist.

“Come for me,” he pleaded. He was at your mercy. Everything in your vicinity was up for grabs. You clung to him, his hair, the mousepad. Curved your body to his. Captured him. Consumed him. Stuffed his knuckles in your mouth, ran your tongue over them, drying the trail of spit with huffs of breath praising him.

“Haa- Mmm!” You shook. Unfurled. Unraveled.

“Good girl,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck.

He guided you through the convulsions. Brought his hand from between your legs and cradled your head, rocked you back and forth as your limbs regained consciousness and the pulses in your cunt milked the last of his anticipation.

“Hold onto me, babe.” You followed his instructions; clasping his shoulder with the hand previously yanking at his scalp. Your other hand was still taken by his, his thumb ever vigilant in its conquest to stroke any part he could reach beside your face. He placed a firm hand on your hip, planting it there to keep you still.

You kissed his temple. All you could muster seeing as his face was confined to its hiding spot where it could escape the raw defenselessness of his gaze that showed all.

He picked his head up.

Looked you in the eye.

You gave a curt nod signaling you were ready for the horizontal dance he had in store. He offered a lopsided grin telling you he couldn’t last for another song.

It began in quick steps; brisk slaps of his hips, short strides to the finish line. Your ebbing orgasm squeezed him in sporadic pulses. Cheering him on. Smiling at him. From under him.

Steps developed to loping leaps, bounding canters of his cock dragging along your walls, base to throbbing head. He leaned on you for support. His forehead on yours. Nose nudging yours. Lips a hairsbreadth apart.

You endured the mad dash to his climax. Gushing on his cock. His name on your lips. His lips hovering above yours. His eyes invoking more than lust.

Sweat dampened his shirt. The desk scraped the floor. Something clanged in the drawer. The monitor tipped.

Obito caught it from crashing to the floor without taking his eyes off you. To do so, he let go of the hand he was using to hold yours. The monitor was placed safely on the desk. His hand was free. So was yours. Your wide eyes flashed in non-verbal communication, agreeing on the same thing.

Desperately, you confined the other’s face. Tracing, stroking, outlining scars, petting messy hair away, rubbing, caressing, and kissing. Oh God, so much kissing. Frenzied, unrestrained kisses. Disorderly, imperfect kisses where your mouths hardly aligned. Passionate, caring kisses fueled by moans.

A hard thrust. Another kiss. A short pump. He took your bottom lip in between his. Rutted his cockhead deep. Ran his tongue over the bruised flesh. Rolled his hips upward. Bit your lip as the sweet spot hugging his cock clenched.

“Ow.”

“Sorry-” he panted.

One last plunge. Buried there to pour his soul. Spill his secrets.

Spasming muscles weakened his knees. Tightness relieved itself from his core. The thick vein throbbed as it filled you with cum. His cock had never been happier.

“Babe,” he whined. He closed the gap of inappropriate yearning keeping your lips from one another. You hummed an affirmation, gripping him in all the right places.

For not the first time, he could truly convince himself this was an act between two people without unfair implications. Not a favor done unto him. Not him failing to upkeep his morals as a teacher. Just two people having sex and being able to kiss during the height of it without emotional strings attached.

Laying there for some time, his kisses drifted to your chin, your neck. His hands crafted intricate patterns kneading themselves on your thighs, cupping your legs and stripping their warmth away. You remained draped over his desk like his tie of your naked chest. Lower bodies joined. Nothing wanting to part your faces further than your lips could reach. Still, you had studying to do. Sleep to catch. And he had an apartment that was in need of unpacking.

Regretfully, he pulled back his hips knowing he wasn’t going to use the momentum to push his spent cock back in.

He grasped your hands to lift you up and you grimaced. “As soon as I sit up everything will come out of me. Where’s my underwear?”

“Hm,” he drew out the sound and feigned a search. “Who knows.”

Your glare seared the side of his face very obviously not looking at you. “Sure, right. I guess I’ll just freakin’ waddle.”

“I’ll walk you to your dorm.”

You returned to your role of sassy student who got on his nerves. Obito, however, had trouble submitting to his. The kiss you shared at the end felt so right. So perfect. Validating how he felt when you spent time together, manifesting from an emotional to a physical connection. And all the harm it would cause the both of you if someone found out.

Difficult as it were, you put on a mask for him and denied your feelings before he could sense them.

“Oh, thanks. What a gentleman.” You made the effort to roll your eyes and hop off the desk using his help. A profound groan exhaled your nose in a mighty gust at the inevitable slicking your thighs.

Yet his hands remained holding yours, a playful smile ticking at the corner of his lips. And you tried so hard not to read into it.

“I should, uh..” He gestured to his pants and briefs around his ankles, but his words died out in a horrified survey of his desk and the floor in front of it. He let go of you to simultaneously pull his trousers up and reel in his keyboard and mouse you so expertly plugged in for him the other month. “This place is a mess.”

“Yup,” you agreed. You waddled around the desk at the sound of his zipper and jangle of his belt buckle going secure around his waist. He grumbled, checked his watch and you couldn’t stop the offer before it left your tongue, tumbling out like your heap of discarded clothing on the floor, “I can come in early tomorrow and help you clean up. If you want to go home now, I mean. Or I can help you now. Uh-”

“You don’t have to do favors like that for me anymore. We don’t.. We don’t have to do this again. I’ll just fix your grades, and-”

It was your turn to cut him off, avoiding his nervous stare and wringing of his hand on the back of his neck. You distracted yourself by putting your bra on. “You don’t have to give me A’s. I know it’ll look suspicious. I’ll just.. write better papers.”

You both sighed at the ceiling. This whole arrangement was a bad idea.

Obito hated himself, as he should have. It had been years since his ex-wife gave him the time of day for sex. Much less the allowance to please her, give her an orgasm. She found excuses to reject him. He found excuses to stay late at work. She found reasons to text other men. He found reasons to leave the house early.

Done with admonishing your recent awkwardness around your professor, you went to pick up your blouse, but there he was holding it out for you. In silence, you thanked him and dressed yourself. Feet shuffling. Fingers twisting around arms. Wincing.

“So..” you started.

“So..” he finished.

You ducked away and grabbed your bag from your chair in the front row. Patted around. Checked underneath the table. Turned around. There he was. Holding your coat open for you to slide your arms into. You did, and thanked him without words.

The absence of words and eye contact grew as stale as the sweat drying on your back. Obito rocked on his heels, glancing at his desk. Imagining what happened on top of it. You fiddled with the edge of your skirt and then just fucking went for it.

You reached out. Two hands snug around his tie. Wiggling it back and forth. Squeezing, cinching it up. You fixed it for him, smoothed it flat against his chest. Brushed invisible dust off his shoulder.

His shaky inhale was your only warning. Not that you required one.

Eyes locked onto yours, hand embracing your tilted head, arms crushing you to his chest; you jerked him by the tie and your lips joined in a blaze. Bodies lunging, snapping tight. Cozied together in one bundle of limbs threaded through entangled limbs. Secure. Content.

Giggling, kissing, wet smooches on his forehead, you climbed the stairs backwards to the door, never taking your eyes off each other. Exchanging flirtatious smiles.

Behind you, you grabbed the knob. Cold metal in place of his warm back you were clawing at moments ago. The knob swiveled down, clicked. The door was left in purgatory. Neither open, nor shut.

“Can we do this again?”

He asked, or maybe you asked. Air, breath, words, thoughts, ideas, wants, needs, desires, futures, hopes, and dreams were all muddled in one.

“Yes.”

He answered, or maybe you answered.

~~~

Wintry ice melted. Spring petals stuck to the bottom of shoes carried by mud to dirty the floors of Professor Uchiha’s classroom.

Class was dismissed hours ago.

Your fingers ached from devoting exhaustive energy into your dissertation. So many hours spent staring at your laptop’s screen, brain stimulated by the copious amounts of disposable coffee cups flung around your dorm. Abhorrent, really, to put a student through this grueling work.

So why, oh why, did your Professor insist on you typing up his emails when you could be at your dorm shoving a pencil through your eye?

“Spread,” he commanded after your thighs encroached too far for his liking. His fingers started circling again once he was satisfied by the amount of prying open you did for him; making your complaints known at the top of your husky voice as he sucked on the flesh of your throat, eyeing the white box on screen to confirm you were still responding to a student about his question on the lecture he missed yesterday.

“Obi-to,” you whined some more. You stabbed the backspace button, typed, retyped the same line again. The bruises he left on your neck would be more obvious this time. You started wearing jeans and collared shirts to help hide them because the absolute terror on your face when a woman standing in line behind you pointed out the teeth-shaped marks on the back of your thighs mortified you to an early grave. “Can you please give me a second to finish this?”

He rolled your nipple between his fingers. Rubbed calloused fingers over your soft, needy clit. Bounced his leg. Clenched his ass to rock you up and down his lap. His rising chest pressing to your shuddering back.

Too late. You pressed enter.

“Now?” your tone turned insolent.

“Fine, hop off my cock, sweetheart.” He slapped your thigh as punishment.

He widened his legs. You slid yours between them and stood slowly, missing the way he filled you, but knowing he wouldn’t let you orgasm like this anyway.

Obito shivered at the sensation of his cock leaving you. Glistening in the light. A prelude to the evening. Warmed and waiting. “We’ll finish at my place,” he said, grabbing his keys from the top drawer of his desk. “I’ll make you dinner afterwards.”

You smoothed down your skirt and pulled on your opaque black tights, toeing on your shoes with a disapproving slant of your mouth. “You’re only saying that so I’ll answer the rest of your emails later.”

He laughed. A hearty chuckle at your demise.

Sauntering up to you, his smug grin taunted you. The outline protruding from behind his trouser’s zipper even more so. He cradled your aching hand. Pulled you to him. Depressed his thumb in your palm to open it. Curled your fingers to his throbbing cock, running them down its length as he moaned.

“Keep your hands and mouth busy and I won’t make you.”

“Fine.” You bent at the waist, forcing him to drop his hand from grabbing your ass to run through your hair, tugging it when you pressed hard kisses to his twitching cock, jolting you away and his hips back lest he finish prematurely after hours of teasing. “But you make the bed in the morning.”

“Fine,” he croaked, agreeing to anything you said. Wrapped around your finger. And you around his when he suggested you start staying the night. Accommodated by the deal, you stood and threw your arms around his neck, demanding kiss after kiss. “Let’s go before we have another incident like last time.”

You turned to the cracked monitor sitting beside his desk. Screen black and barren.

“Yeah, let’s go.” You walked, hand in hand to the door. Grinning. Taking sneaky glances at each other. Whispering dirty things you were going to do tonight all the way to his car. All the way to his front door. Using your key to get in. Sharing a kiss in the doorway. Shutting it behind you. Turning the lock.

Falling into the other’s arms. Completing the circle. Chest to chest. Heart to heart.

Bending the rules of student and teacher relationships.

#obito x reader #obito x you #obito smut #obito x y/n #obito #obito uchiha #naruto #naruto fanfic #uchiha obito #obito x oc

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a/n: welcome to chapter two!! this chapter was very fun to write 😮‍💨. i hope you all enjoy!! <3

pairings: obito uchiha x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, smut, mentions of alcohol, protected sex, oral sex f!receiving, dirty talk, praising.

The Beach: Chapter Two

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You purse your lips as you apply lip gloss to your lips. You could faintly smell the cherry scent coming from the applicator. It wasn’t overpowering, but it was just enough to satisfy you.

You were currently getting ready for the frat party that Deidara had told you about a few days prior. You were just looking to get out and have some fun tonight. You needed it, especially with the stressful week you’ve had. Your first week was already filled with work, and you wanted to unwind just for one night.

You weren’t nervous, no, but it would be the first party you had attended in months.

You weren’t exactly a stranger to the party life. As a freshman, you had been to a handful of different events at your university. Most of them were frat parties with gross guys who smelled like old socks, but other times, you found a good party where you could map out a few attractive guys who caught your eye.

Besides thinking about guys, you often had a lot to drink. There were many occasions where Konan had to drag you home while you screamed and kicked that you wanted “one more shot”. You thanked her the next day for not letting you get another drink.

This party life brought you a lot of attention. Some of it was good, but sometimes it was bad. A lot of people you came across were judgmental, or totally supportive of your wild lifestyle.

You didn’t care much, though, because you were living your best life. It didn’t matter what anybody else thought of you. It wasn’t even their business anyway.

As you finished the rest of your makeup, you wondered if he would be there. You doubted it, considering he gave up the party life a while ago, but there was that slim possibility that he would show his face tonight.

You shook your head and continued on with your makeup. You couldn’t think of him right now. How could you anyway? He was the worst person ever. You practically spent your whole summer trying to rebuild yourself after what he did. It led you to horrible habits, and he didn’t deserve a second chance after that.

“Ready?”

You came out of your thoughts when you noticed Konan standing in the doorway of your bedroom. You didn’t even notice her standing there, nor did you hear her come in.

You screwed the lid of your lip gloss on. “Yeah, let me just get my phone,” you stood up, heading towards your bed to grab your phone which was charging.

You faintly smelled Konan’s perfume lingering around the doorway. She was wearing a black skirt with a white top that showed the swell of her breasts. You chose to wear a pair of black shorts and a black tank top which was slightly cropped.

You learned the hard way the previous year that these parties get extremely hot. You practically had to wash your jeans three or four times to get the stains out from how much sweat you left on them.

It also didn’t help that it was 85 degrees outside that day.

You placed your phone in your back pocket before walking out of your room. You shut the door and headed towards the exit of your apartment. Konan said she’d bring the car around so you two didn’t have to walk half way across campus to get to the frat house. It’d be exhausting, and you didn’t want to both sweat.

You slipped into your shoes, making sure you picked an older pair because you learned your lesson in the past.

You wished you didn’t dirty those Air Force 1’s all that time ago.

Opening the door to your apartment, you stepped out into the hallway. There were a few people in the hallway heading to their own apartments, but otherwise it was fairly quiet. Konan picked a good spot to live. You often thanked her for picking a nice place, because you heard so many stories about people moving into crazy apartment complexes.

You slid the key into the lock of the door. You weren’t exactly about to risk your luck.

You placed the gold key into your pocket, and headed to the exit of the apartment building. As you walked there, you decided to send a text to Deidara that you were on the way. You remembered he told you yesterday that he’d probably be hanging around near the living room.

You: hey! we’re on the way

You clicked your phone off, and placed it into your pocket. You pushed open the doors to the building, and walked towards Konan’s car. She sat inside and seemed to be watching something on her phone.

You could feel the hot air around you. The sun had gone down just a few minutes ago, but the humid and sticky atmosphere didn’t show any signs of disappearing. Maybe you’d go skinny dipping or something to relieve yourself. That’d only happen if you somehow got a bit tipsy, because Konan wouldn’t let that happen if you were sober.

You opened the door to get into her car. Once she noticed you, she put her phone down on her lap.

“Are you ready to go?” she nodded her head, reaching for her keys.

You put your seatbelt on. “Yep! I’m ready to go,” you felt the click of the lock on the seatbelt which caused you to shift around.

Konan started the car, the engine hummed as it turned on. She reached over to turn on the AC since it was pretty warm inside of her car. The cool air from the vents rushed onto your skin, making the two of you feel refreshed from the hot air outside.

You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. You decided to reach for it to see what notification you had gotten.

You noticed you had a text from Deidara.

Deidara: sounds good! you guys better hurry up, the drinks are going crazy!!

You smiled at the message before reacting to the message with a heart. You hoped that you’d get your hands on something tonight, because it wouldn’t be a fun party without some alcohol.

You clicked your phone off. Your attention went to the window beside you. You stared at the puffy orange clouds in the sky. The remains of the sunset were lingering amongst the darkening sky. You thought it was beautiful. Maybe this pretty sky above you was a sign that some good would happen tonight.

You always loved sunsets anyway.

“Are you thinking about something?” Konan asked, looking over at you.

You looked at her in the driver's seat. You leaned your cheek against your fist. “No, not really.. I just wonder what will happen tonight,” you shifted, rocking your feet.

You felt her orange hues staring at you again. Konan often looked at you whenever she was unsure of something. It was a habit of hers you pretty much picked up as you got closer with her. It was funny sometimes, so you often gave her those looks back when she gave you them.

Konan slowed at the red light in front of her. “Is it nothing.. or do you think you’re going to see him tonight?“ she asked, her voice sounding worried.

Your head turned towards where she was sitting. He didn’t even cross your mind until just now, but you weren’t exactly hoping he’d be there. The last thing you’d want is to see him tonight. It would be nothing but trouble if he was to catch you off guard.

It’d also ruin your whole night.

“I’m not even thinking about that, so I don’t really care if he is there tonight,” you played with the fabric on your shirt.

She seemed unsure of your response, but nonetheless did she say nothing and keep driving. You chewed on your bottom lip to try to relieve the anxiety you had. You couldn’t keep thinking about him right now. He was in your past, and you had to get him out of your mind for good.

You turned your head once you began to hear the sound of loud music coming from the right of you.

You noticed the frat house coming closer as Konan drove to find a parking spot. Many cars lined the streets, and you saw many students making their way towards the house which was full of life. As you passed, you saw lights dancing inside of the house, and a lot of people stood outside in groups.

This party seemed to be a hit so far.

Konan put the car in park. “It seems to be really packed,” she turned the car off, sitting back in her seat.

You nodded your head, “I kind of expected it.. it is the first one of the year,” you replied.

The two of you both unbuckled your seatbelts before getting out of the car. You waited for Konan to come around beside you. You didn’t want to rush in just yet.

Once she was next to you on the grass, you both began to make your way up the driveway. You passed a few drunk guys who were trying to get at girls, or you walked past people who were sitting on the ground higher than a fucking kite. It was kind of shocking to see how many drugs had infested campus.

Konan stayed close to your side. The two of you knew anything was possible tonight. You remembered your first party, and how you both planned out rules and what you guys would do. It was hard to believe that was almost a whole year ago.

You had to keep your guard up. It wasn’t like you could trust everyone you met on campus. There was always that share of weirdos who would try to do the most to get a girl's attention.

Walking up the concrete steps, you were in front of the door. You turned the knob and pushed it open.

You and Konan both stepped inside. You were smacked in the face by the smell of marijuana and alcohol lingering in the air. There was also a hint of sweat going around which made your nose scrunch at the sudden smell. You surely didn’t miss the odor of sweat around you.

Loud music blasted throughout the house. The bass vibrated the floor, and there was a huge group of people dancing in the room to the left of you.

“It’s so fucking loud!” Konan yelled, putting her hands over her ears.

You looked around for the living room. You faintly remembered Deidara telling you that he’d be there to meet you guys. You hoped he didn’t wander off somewhere to tell some girl about his art or something.

You looked to your right and saw a group of people sitting down on the couches. One of them was the blonde boy you were looking for.

“Over here!” you called, waving for Konan to follow you to the living room.

The purple-haired girl quickly followed after you as you entered the space. Deidara both recognized the two of you as soon as you walked in.

“There you guys are! I thought you guys would have never made it!” He stood up to give you both hugs.

You laughed, “We wouldn’t miss the first frat party! It would be lame if we did,” you plopped down on the couch, Konan joining you.

Deidara sat down in the seat in front of you. “Cool, cool, I think Hidan is somewhere around here,” he took a sip of his drink.

You and Konan looked at one another at the sound of Hidan’s name. You remember meeting the silver-haired guy when you were a freshman, and he was certainly one of a kind. He was always the kind of guy who had everyone’s back.

You hadn’t seen Hidan in a long time. Not since that last party you attended months ago.

You crossed your legs, “I hope we see him. I haven’t talked to him a while,”

Deidara pulled his phone out of his pocket. The screen lit up his face. “I can text him right now,” he began to type a text to Hidan.

You looked around the area around you. You saw a few familiar faces of people who you knew the previous year. Most of them you never spoke to. They seemed the same as they did last year, which wasn’t that surprising.

You also saw many little freshmen who seemed ecstatic to be there. It almost reminded you of yourself when you first stepped foot into a frat house. You and Konan swore you were the coolest kids on campus since you went to the parties, but it didn’t last very long. After a while, you get used to having a party life. Your excitement fizzled out after a few more parties, so the only reason you’d get excited was because you got some freedom for a little while.

Though, you were excited about tonight. It was a new start, and you definitely needed one.

You felt your mouth begin to water at the thought of a drink right about now. You wanted to go and get one, but you also didn’t feel like leaving your spot.

But you did need to quench your thirst.

“I’m gonna go grab a drink,” you stated, “Where are the drinks, Deidara?”

The blonde looked over at you. “In the backyard, there’s a cooler with a bunch of stuff,” he pointed in the direction of the doors that led to the backyard.

You turned your head to look behind you. There didn’t seem to be anyone outside, so you’d probably be in the clear to go by yourself.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Konan asked, nodding her head.

You gave her a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine, it’s like a thirty second walk,” you stood up, walking towards the door.

You made your way towards the backyard door. You placed your hand on the handle and pulled the sliding door open. As you stepped outside, you took a deep breath. The hot air around you blanketing your skin, causing your body to heat up.

You closed the door behind you to prevent any cool air from getting outside. You once left the door open and some random guy gave you hell for it.

Your attention went to the ground where you saw two large blue coolers. There was also a rag hanging on the top for cleaning off the water on the bottles or cans of the drinks. Reaching down, you opened the lid of the cooler. You saw a variety of different drinks surrounded in ice and water.

You dipped your hand in the chilled water, searching for a drink you wanted. Most of it was hard seltzer or beer; which was not really your thing when it came to drinks. You were hoping you’d find something decent.

“Ugh.. why do I even try..?”

Your body froze when you heard a voice speaking to the right of you. You faintly remembered there was an exit there that led to the front yard. Nobody really used it unless cops were to show up, so it definitely freaked you out when you heard someone speaking.

The voice sounded masculine, so you assumed it was a guy. You could also hear the sound of rocks crunching beneath his feet.

Feeling disappointed that you couldn’t find a drink you wanted, you closed the lid of the cooler. You’d probably stick to some Sprite and find a bottle of vodka to help, but that possibility was highly unlikely.

You dried off your hand. You were about to go inside when you felt a presence behind you. You turned your head to meet the face of the guy you assumed came from the front yard.

“Oh, shit! I’m sorry.. were you going inside?” you tried your best to not seem awkward in front of him.

He blinked for a few seconds. “Yeah, but you can go ahead! I’m not in any rush,” he smiled, placing his hands in the pockets of his shorts.

You narrowed your eyes for a few seconds. You realized you knew his face. How could you not?

It was Obito Uchiha, the junior who Deidara was friends with.

This was the first time you had seen Obito since you saw him as a freshman. You remembered seeing him with a girl with short, chocolate colored hair. Rin, was it? She was a pretty active person on campus from what you had heard about her from others.

You also vaguely recall seeing him with another junior. Kakashi Hatake, who was on the basketball team with Obito. You somewhat knew Kakashi as a freshman, but it wasn’t very important. You had only spoken to him once or twice. Though, most of your classmates had plenty of fantasies about the grey-haired guy.

“Ah, okay, my bad again,” you moved backwards so he could go in front of you.

Obito didn’t move though, instead he seemed to be studying your features. You looked around awkwardly as you noticed him staring at you a bit longer than he should have.

“You seem very familiar.. have we met before?” he inquired, nodding his head to the side.

Did he know you? You began to play every single memory you have of the guy to see if you had possibly introduced yourself to him at one point, but nothing rang a bell. Did Deidara mention you at some point? You knew the two were friends.

You looked at him with a shrug. “I don’t think so? I mean.. I don’t think we’ve had an encounter before,” you rocked on your heels.

Obito chuckled, “I’ve met a lot of people, so I probably just mistook you for someone else, but while we’re on the topic.. what’s your name?”

“(Y/N)! And.. you’re Obito, right?” you smiled softly as you asked the question.

He seemed a bit surprised that you knew his name. Shit, what if he thought you were a creep? That’s not how you wanted to come off!

“Yeah, I think you’re friends with Deidara, right? I swear he mentioned a (Y/N) at some point,” he swirled the cup in his right hand.

You laughed a little, “Yeah, I am friends with Deidara. He’s mentioned you before, so that’s how I remember your name,” you replied.

Obito took a sip of the drink he had. “That’s cool.. Deidara is a pretty nice guy,” he wiped away the excess of his drink off of his lips.

You couldn’t help but notice there was something that seemed off about Obito. He had this sorrowful look on his face. Almost like there was something bothering him, and it was showing all over his face. You had somewhat of a talent for reading people, so you wondered what was going on with him.

From what you knew, Obito was a pretty nice guy. There wasn’t a single person that hated him, and he always seemed so happy.

“Are you.. okay?” you asked, stepping a bit closer to him.

He paused for a second. His eyebrows furrowed in the process. Crap, did you ask too much? Now he’s gonna think you’re some weirdo who asks people about their business at parties.

“Yeah, I’m fine! Why?” he tilted his cup back to get some of the ice in his mouth.

You shook your head, pushing away the thoughts. “Just wondering..” you averted your gaze away from him.

You were about to walk away and end the conversation, but you noticed the way Obito was eyeing you. You also couldn’t help but eye him.

You weren’t going to deny that he was a pretty attractive guy. You’ve seen him around campus numerous times, and yet, you’ve never seen him with a girl. The only girl you saw him with was Rin, but it didn’t seem like it was a romantic relationship whatsoever.

From his curly yet spiky hair, to the scars that were etched on the left side of his face, he was definitely eye candy to you.

Obito clicked his tongue before looking directly at your face. “You know.. Deidara never told me how pretty you were,” he said, stepping a bit closer towards you.

You felt your stomach do flips, and your heart begin to race. There was something exciting bubbling inside of your abdomen. It was almost burning, and you hadn’t felt like that in a long time.

“Well.. Deidara never told me that you were this handsome,” you looked up at him, fluttering your lashes.

You saw this smirk form on his face. Fuck, was it so fucking hot. There was something about his aura that was drawing you into him. Maybe it was the smell of his pine cologne, or how he was a bit taller than you. All you knew was that he was making you feel something.

He placed his cup on the ground. “Is that so..? Maybe we should go upstairs and I can show you how handsome I can be,” he leaned towards your ear. “Would you like that, sweet girl..?”

A chill went down your spine despite being outside in the warm air. You felt butterflies swarming in your stomach. His voice was so attractive and hot. It was turning you on.

“Lead the way..” you replied, cocking your head to the side.

Obito seemed a bit surprised at your response, but nonetheless, he took your hand and opened the door that led inside of the house. That familiar sound of music blasting around you filled your ears again.

You passed by a few drunk people who were stumbling around, or making a scene in front of their friends. It honestly reminded you of the few times you got drunk and Konan would have to drag you out of the party because you made a scene in front of everyone.

Your attention went back to Obito. He was taking you up the stairs now, and the music was now fading.

As you got to the end of the stairs, you passed by many doors. You could smell marijuana as you walked by, or occasionally you’d hear the sound of a girl moaning. You were used to it by now, so it wasn’t like it was weird for you to hear that kind of stuff.

Obito paused once he reached a door. He turned the knob and pushed it open. You assumed it was his room, because he instantly dragged you inside.

Once inside, you were caught off guard by Obito pushing you against the door so your back was flat against it. He leaned close to your ear, inhaling the scent of your perfume. You shivered when you felt his warm breath on your neck.

A small moan came from your lips when you felt his soft lips kissing at your jaw. The kisses sent butterflies around your stomach, and heat burned between your legs. He was becoming addictive, you couldn’t help but lean into his touch.

“Eager now, are we..?” he placed his hand on your waist, running his fingers along your exposed skin.

You nodded your head vigorously. “Please.. don’t be a tease..” you whimpered, moving your neck to the side so he could get more access to you.

Obito’s hand went to intertwine with yours. He kissed at your wrist, causing your eyes to widen. “Come here..” he led you towards his bed as he backed up to it.

Once he reached his bed, he sat down, guiding you onto his lap. Your thighs were on either side of him, and his hands rested on your hips. His fingers rubbing small circles in your skin.

You put your hands on his shoulders. You were a bit shocked to feel how strong they were. You felt his muscles through his shirt, and it made your core feel like it was on fire. Your mouth watered at the thought of what he may look like underneath his clothes. He already felt like he was sculpted from the Gods themselves.

Your attention left the thought of his body when you felt Obito place his fingers on your chin. His eyes flickered between your lips and your eyes as he leaned closer to you.

Within seconds, your lips had connected with one another.

The kiss you two shared was heated, and it was a bit rough. Yet, Obito’s lips felt so soft on yours. You could faintly taste the alcohol that lingered on his tongue, and it made the kiss sweeter. You craved to feel more of him.

Placing your arms around his neck, you pulled his face closer to yours. You felt Obito smirk in the kiss, and his tongue swipe along your bottom lip. You gladly let him in so his tongue could dart into your mouth.

You gasped when you felt him rock your hips on his bulge. The contact of his cock on your needy clit made electricity bolt along your body. It felt so, so good. The arousal in your underwear was growing, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could take of this. It had been so long since you had been with someone like this. You needed more of him.

Obito suddenly pulled away, breaking the kiss between you. “I wanna feel you..” he pressed his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes.

You smirked, taking his hand into yours. “Then come feel me..” you placed his palm near your throbbing clit.

You saw this glint of excitement in his eyes. He suddenly put his hands around your waist before pushing you down on the bed. You were a bit taken back, but you were too lost in the moment to say anything.

Obito hovered over you, his eyes drinking in the sight of your body sprawled beneath him on the mattress. “Can I take these off..?” he pulled at the hem of your shorts.

“Yes..” you nodded.

He reached forward and began to fumble with the button of your shorts. He pulled the zipper down, and pulled your shorts off your lower half of your body. His eyes resting on the sight of your panties.

His cock twitched inside of his pants when he noticed the damp spot that formed in your underwear. He couldn’t wait to taste you. He bet that you tasted good.

“So wet..” he said, “Is that what I do to you?”

You chewed on your bottom lip. “Yes..” you nodded, eagerly.

He curled his fingers around the hem of your underwear. “Can I take these off?” he asked, looking down at you.

You shook your head, “Yes..”

Obito pulled your slick covered panties down your legs. He tossed them somewhere on his dresser, and stared at your glistening cunt. You were so wet, it made him so hard looking down at you like this.

He shifted around on the bed so he could get comfortable. He placed his hands on either side of your thighs, opening them up. He saw the way your pussy quivered from his touch. He wondered how long it had been since someone has touched you like this. That didn’t matter though, all he knew was that he was going to make you feel good.

Obito stuck his tongue out so it made contact with your clit. You let out a gasp at how it felt. His licks were so gentle, but they felt so euphoric. He knew what he was doing.

He looked up at you as he dragged his tongue along your sensitive pussy. He didn’t want to be too rough, but, god, was he eager to taste every inch of you. He could barely resist you right now. You looked so pretty with your mouth open and calling for him.

“O-Obito!” you cried, putting your hands in his hair.

Obito brought your body closer towards his face. His tongue swiped over your sensitive bead, causing you to cry his name a little louder. He’d occasionally tease you by rubbing his tongue near your entrance. He loved seeing the face you made whenever he went over it.

Meanwhile, his cock was throbbing in his shorts. He could feel the wet spot that was forming in his boxers. He hadn’t done anything like this in a little while, so it was definitely a relief.

His mind was so determined to fill your pussy up with his cock. He wanted to discover what you felt like around him. The thoughts were driving him crazy, and he was so close to that moment he had been dying to have.

“Yes! Oh! Don’t stop!” you pleaded, letting your head fall against the pillow beneath you.

Obito sucked on your clit. “Do you like that, princess? Do you like when I put my tongue all over your sweet pussy?” he looked at you through his lashes, smirking.

You looked down at him with half-lidded eyes. “Y-Yes!” you tugged on the strands of his hair as his tongue buried back into your cunt.

He was almost done getting you ready for him. Obito couldn’t wait to fuck you. He was growing desperate, but he wanted to pleasure you more than anything. He had to learn how your body worked, what you liked, what made you feel like you were on top of the world. He was slowly learning everything.

He used his thumb to rub circles on your clit as his tongue explored your pussy, doubling the pleasure you were already feeling.

The ecstasy you felt was making your body burn. The sparks of electricity were dancing along your belly, and his name kept pouring from your lips like a chant. You could barely get words out from how good it felt.

Suddenly, Obito pulled away from your cunt. His chin and lips were covered in your slick, and his pupils were blown with lust.

“Come and taste yourself,” his voice was slightly raspy.

You felt his lips on yours. The taste of your arousal was all over his tongue, and you could taste it on your own. The kiss was rough and tender. He occasionally bit at your lips.

He pulled away, leaving you breathless. Obito began to undo the knot in his shorts. You looked at his hard cock which was prominent through the fabric. His hands were trembling which showed how desperate he was for you. You rubbed your legs together in anticipation. You wondered what he looked like underneath his clothes.

Once he pulled off his shorts and his boxers, you were faced with the sight of his cock. It was pretty big compared to other people you’ve slept with.

You watched him pull off his shirt. You saw his carved muscles and the dip of his v-line. It made you even more turned on than you already were. He had an amazing physique, and you couldn’t help but gawk at him.

“See something you like?” he teased, tossing his shirt on the ground.

You felt your cheeks warm. “Yeah.. I do..” you looked away from him.

Obito chuckled, “Don’t be so shy.. I think your body is very beautiful,”

The praise made your core burn with need. It also made you feel more relaxed with him. No guy has seen your body in so long, so you weren’t exactly used to the praise.

Obito reached over to the table beside his bed. He grabbed a condom off of it, and tore off the packaging. You watched him roll the condom onto his dick.

“Are you ready?” he asked, looking down at you with his brows raised.

You shifted around beneath him. “Yes,” you replied, looking into his eyes.

You then felt the head of his cock push into your dripping pussy. A loud cry of pleasure erupted from your mouth as he filled you up. A groan rumbled in Obito’s throat the feeling of your warm, wet walls surrounding his cock. He loved the way you felt.

Once he bottomed out, he began to slowly thrust into you. His cock was kissing at the places that made your brain turn into mush.

“Oh, yes..! Fuck..” you whimpered, squeezing at the sheets underneath you.

Your moans were like music to his ears. Obito picked up the pace and watched your face to see how you’d react. God, you were a fucking sight. It only made him more eager to fuck your brains out. He wanted to make you remember him after all of this.

He opened your legs a bit further so they were now resting around his waist. It gave him a deeper access to your cunt.

Your eyes saw stars when the tip of his cock reached your g-spot. It made your legs feel weak, and your vision turned blurry. The pleasure felt white-hot.

“Obito! Oh, god! Just like that!” you placed your hands on his shoulders.

He cupped your cheek with his left hand, rubbing circles on your skin. “Fuck.. you’re so pretty when you cry my name like that,” he pressed his thumb against your lips.

Obito shifted around so now your legs were on his shoulders. His cock buried deep inside of you, and it made you grow louder. The deeper access made him feel so good, and his pace became more erratic.

You felt so full with him. His cock was perfect for your cunt, and you hadn’t felt something like this before.

Pleasure ignited in your belly, and you could feel yourself getting lost with him. That familiar orgasm was slowly approaching, and you were so desperate to reach it.

Obito could feel your walls slowly clenching around his cock. He felt every twitch and movement of your cunt. He wanted to give you an orgasm that was so good that you’d make a mess all over his dick. He had the power to do it. He just knew he did.

He was determined to give you yours, while he chased his own orgasm.

He slowed his pace just a bit. You were becoming so needy, and he saw it all over your features.

“O-Obito.. I’m gonna c-cum!” you moaned, clenching and unclenching your fist.

Obito leaned down towards your ear. “You’re gonna cum, hm? Let me feel you cum, princess..” he cooed, “Come on, (Y/N)..”

Your thighs trembled and you felt yourself let go. Your orgasm washed over you, causing a loud cry to rip from your throat. Your walls clamped around Obito’s cock, making him groan in response. Your pussy creaming around his dick.

“That’s it.. cum around my cock..” he praised, running his fingers down your torso.

Your body felt so tired. You could feel the overstimulation approaching you as Obito fucked you through your high. You heard the faint sounds of your wet cunt as he thrusted in and out of you.

You noticed his thrusts were becoming sloppy, and he was grunting way more than before. Sweat clung to his body from the heat of the room, and, fuck, he looked so hot like that.

“S-Shit.. I’m gonna cum..” he grunted.

After a few seconds, Obito’s cock twitched one last time. He let out a groan as his orgasm hit him. The cum filling the condom he had around his dick. He squeezed the pillow near your head.

For a few moments, the two of you stayed like that, panting and trying to recover from your orgasms. The room smelled of sex and lust, and the two of you were both sweating. You felt like your body was melting, and you were so exhausted. You weren’t sure why, but he wore you out.

Obito pulled out, laying down beside you. Your eyes rested on the ceiling, choosing not to say anything to him. You felt the bed shifting around as he pulled the condom off of his dick.

This, this was an experience you were surely going to forget about.

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To Touch a Sinner

Pairing: Obito x F!Reader

Summary: Post war AU where Obito survives, he is made to take a journey of atonement with you as you help him feel at peace with all parts of himself.

Warnings: violence, mentions of nudity, suggestive themes, mostly fluff

Word Count: 6.8k

They did it. Team 7 actually did it. They reemerge on the battlefield with a white-haired Obito slung over Kakashi’s shoulder. “Medic! I need a medic!” he shouts. Clearly Sakura’s chakra is drained from battle so you run over to them. You are slightly confused as to why you are being asked to save this man who had just murdered so many of your friends and comrades but you do as Kakashi asks. He’s laid on the ground and you get to work mending him. His eyes open slightly as he starts to heal. He sees your blurry face above him, an angel coming to his aid, before passing out from complete and utter exhaustion. 

It takes two weeks of work between you and Sakura to restore him back to his full health. During that time Sakura explains to you what happened while they were traveling between Kaguya’s various dimensions. How Obito almost died saving Kakashi and Naruto and helped her rescue Sasuke from being lost forever in an alternate dimension. You began to understand why they felt compelled to spare him. He quickly won you over with his gentle demeanor. The visible wave of relief that washed over him every time you came to his room to check on him. It was as if he waited all day for you to step into his room. He would cast his eyes down and turn away despite the small smile he wore as he thanked you over and over again for all you did in a mesmerizing deep voice. You feign modesty, “It was no trouble, really. I was just doing my job.” 

Of all the shinobi under your care, he was your favorite. He shouldn’t have been. You should’ve hated him but there was a softness to him buried under a hard shell that had recently been cracked open and that softness lured you in.

Eventually the day came where he was healthy enough to go to the prison. It hurt your heart to see him escorted away but the extent of his crimes could not be ignored. He was placed in a cell close to Sasuke, blindfolded and bound in a straightjacket. With Kakashi’s permission you would go down to the prison to visit him. Sometimes you would talk to him and tell him about your day, sometimes you were allowed to bring food and they would let you feed it to him. Sakura would come with you so that she could see Sasuke at the same time. The two of you had become rather close during this year. 

One afternoon you were in the hospital when Sakura came running in. “They’re being released!”

You couldn’t believe your ears. You thought for sure that both of them would spend the rest of their lives in prison. I guess that’s the upside of having Kakashi as Hokage. He had a soft spot for both Uchiha’s. 

Obito and Sasuke were escorted directly to the village gate. They were to take a journey of atonement before they could be allowed back into the village. You and Sakura made a beeline to get to the gate before they left. Almost out of breath from how fast you ran. 

You look over at Sakura and Sasuke together.

“Sauske, let me come with you.”

“Maybe next time Sakura.” He says with a jab to her forehead.

You look up at Obito, who was looking at the ground. “And you, Obito? Would you like some company?”

Still turning his face away, as he always did, instead of an answer, he asks, “Why do you want to come with me?”

You were taken aback. “What do you mean?”

“You don’t know me. Sakura has loved Sasuke all her life. That’s why she wants to go with him, but you, you’ve only known me for a year, most of which I’ve been in prison for. Why would you offer to leave the village to spend time with someone like me?”

“Obito…I” You thought about your answer for a moment. Why did you care for him so much? “I guess it’s cause I saved your life. I feel responsible for you. I want to support you while you find your way again.”

“But why would you do that?”

You roll your eyes annoyed by his interrogation. “It was a yes or no question, Obito. Do you want me to come or not?” Sasuke and Sakura laugh.

He smiles at your cheekiness “Are you going to be this difficult the entire time?”

“Most likely”

“Well, I guess you can come. If you really want to.” He says to the ground before looking up at you. 

He couldn’t understand it. Why was he willing to let a total stranger travel with him on such a personal journey? There was just something about the energy you brought with you. It made him feel warm and hopeful. You couldn’t explain it yourself either. You just knew you were willing to drop your entire life at a moment’s notice to help him. You felt attached to him after bringing him back from the brink of death on that battlefield, invested in the kind of person he was becoming.

You turn to Sakura, “Will the hospital be okay without me?”

“Yes” she smiles, only a tiny trace of jealousy in her voice. You both nod at each other before you turn to Kakashi. “Do I have permission to leave the village with him?”

Kakashi smiles “Of course, Y/N. You may be just what he needs.”

You go home and pack while Obito waits patiently outside the village gate. He had already wished Sasuke goodbye and was sitting down in the grass, pulling at dandelions while he waited for you.

You reached the edge of town once more and found where he sat, looking down on him, admiring how cute he looked playing with the weeds. The big scary former warlord toying with dandelion fuzz. “So where are we off to?” you ask

Spoken in his signature gravely voice he replies, “I guess we will just wander from village to village. If we hear of any problems, we’ll offer to help.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You say as you hold out your hand offering to help him up. You notice that even though it made more sense for him to pull himself up with his right hand, he chose to use his left. It was a little strange but maybe it’s just that his fabricated right arm didn’t heal as well as the rest of him. You felt a twinge of guilt, thinking that your medical skills weren’t good enough. 

You begin to travel through the woods surrounding the Leaf but since you don’t have a mission or a deadline, instead of jumping tree to tree, you simply stroll through the forest at a leisurely pace. 

You can tell Obito’s a little apprehensive about talking to you, not wanting to talk about how he’s been spending his recent years. You ask about his childhood instead. He doesn’t seem to want to talk about that too much either. 

“Does it hurt to think back to the person you used to be?”

“A little. It makes me realize how lost I became.”

“It also shows who you have the capacity to be.”

He looks at the ground. “You have a frustratingly positive outlook on things, you know that?”

You shrug with a smirk. “What, is that such a bad thing?”

“No, but it’s irritating.”

“My apologies, I’ll practice my cynical ramblings instead.” You say thick with sarcasm.

He snorts with laughter while you give him a small elbow in the side. He seems taken off guard by the physical contact. 

“I’m sorry” you apologize. “I didn’t mean to offend you with my touch”

He looks down, seemingly deep in thought, before he returns the gesture with a small jab of his own. Warmth spreads through your limbs as you smile in relief. 

The sun is setting on your first day and you offer to build a campfire while he finds some fish to cook. Obito comes back with the fish and lights the fire you just built with his fireball jutsu. 

You sit in front of the flames, watching them dance as your supper cooks. Obito sat down on your right hand side far away from you. 

“Obito, you can sit closer if you’d like.”

“No thank you.”

“I don’t bite, promise.”

“Why do you want to sit close to someone like me?”

“Well, off the top of my head, because I enjoy your company.” You say with a tiny hint of derision.

“But why?”

“Does there have to be a why?”

“There does when it doesn’t make sense.”

You stand up and sit down close to him. “Because I want to.” you say softly but firmly. “That’s why.”

In truth, you still didn’t know why. You had been thinking about it all day but there was no real answer. You just wanted to be a good friend to him. He needed you. 

The two of you continue to travel around the region together. Slowly Obito starts opening up about his recent years. 

It meant the world to you that he trusted you enough to talk about the shameful things he did. Sometimes you would touch his shoulder or his forearm to let him know that you weren’t scared of him. You wanted him to know you weren’t going to leave him despite how gruesome some of his deeds were. Occasionally his stories kept you up at night but when you roll over and stare at his restful sleeping face you can’t help but praise him for pulling himself back after falling so far down into the darkness.  

One evening you came to camp near a lake. “Obito, not to be rude, but we both stink. I think we should take baths. Why don’t we take advantage of our campsite tonight and rinse off in the lake?”

He nodded but he seemed apprehensive about it for some reason. “I’ll go first," you say, grabbing the bar of soap out of your pack. I’ll come get you when I’m done. He seemed a little relieved but again, you were completely unsure as to why. 

You went down to the lake in a spot behind some bushes so that Obito could not see you from the campfire. You lay your dirty and rather stinky clothing on the shore by the towel and bring the bar of soap into the lake with you where you lather it on your skin, focusing on your hair, face, armpits and between your legs. Letting out a sigh of relief as you feel clean for the first time in several days, you step out of the water only to realize you forgot your clean clothes. There’s no way I’m putting those back on. I’ll just wear the towel and change while Obito is bathing. 

With that thought you wrap the towel around your naked body and let your wet hair drip down your back. Walking towards the campfire you see Obito’s face immediately blush while there is a small amount of panic written across it.

“Where are your clothes?”

“I forgot to bring a clean pair.” You say with a small shrug. “Here’s the soap. You’re turn”

He takes the bar, looking down, trying to be respectful of your nearly naked figure, Obito felt his blood rush at the sight of your bare clavicle and shoulders. He feels his stomach coil as he admires you out of the corner of his eye. Did you know how beautiful you were? He rushed to gather his towel and clean clothes and head down to the lake to the same spot you had just bathed. 

You begin changing, putting on bottoms when you see the soap bar Obito dropped in his haste. Towel covering your chest, you trot over to where Obito is to give him the soap. He had already taken off his shirt when you called his name. He turned towards you and your eyes widened. You had seen him shirtless before when you healed him on the battlefield but adrenaline stopped you from really noticing or caring about what he looked like. Now, under the faint light of dusk you see his toned body. His bulking pecs, lean abdominals, even the outline of his obliques all resting under cream and ivory skin. Your mouth fell open a bit, drool instantly pooling from the very sight of him. His face turned extremely red when he reached out his hand to grab the bar of soap. You didn’t mean to gawk. You turn around, ashamed of your reaction, as you walk back up to the fire.

You ate supper in silence that night. Eventually getting tired of the quiet you clear your throat. 

“Obito, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare at you like that. I apologize if I made you uncomfortable.” He continued looking down at his food. He hated the way he looked. Damaged both in body and spirit. What made it worse was that he was starting to have feelings towards you. You were his guardian angel. He wanted to impress you but there was nothing impressive about him. Or so he thought.

That night the temperature dropped lower than usual. Your wet hair was making you shiver and eventually you grew so cold it woke you up. You saw Obito snoozing away on the other side of the campfire. You hated to make him uncomfortable a second time that night but you needed his warmth. You brought your sleeping mat over to where he lay and gently rocked him awake. “Obito, I need to share your body heat. Would you please let me lay with you?”

“Huh?” he says all groggy, barely registering your words.

“My hair is still wet and I’m freezing, could I please lay with you?”

Obito’s heart skipped a few beats in his drowsy state. He nodded, lifting his blanket to let you in. You laid down next to him, serving as the smaller of two spoons. He draped his left arm over you, pulling you into him till your shivering subsided. The intimacy of the moment was everything he’d been wanting since he first laid eyes on you on the battlefield a year ago. You were beautiful, kind, and patient. Everything he was not. Yet here you were, in his arms. 

Morning came and you woke to your face buried in Obito’s chest, both his arms wrapped around you, legs tangled together. 

Butterflies released in your stomach as the grogginess wore off. You were supposed to be his friend. That’s what he needed right now but you gave into a moment of selfishness and pretended to be asleep just a little longer to stay enveloped in his strong embrace. 

You heard him begin to stir as his deep rhythmic breathing became shallow. He pulled his head back to look down on you and you felt him give you a tight squeeze. Could it be that he also didn’t want this moment to end? Still pretending to be asleep you nestle into him deeper. He lets out a happy sigh of content. Suspicions confirmed, you greedily enjoy the morning cuddles for a few more minutes till the heat of the rising sun makes it too hot to remain in each other’s arms. 

You stretch and pull away to look at him. “Thank you, Obito. I really needed that. I was so cold last night.”

He blushed heavily. “Anytime Y/N. I can’t have you freezing to death on me.”

You give a small hum in agreement. 

You get up and continue your journey. You come across many types of groups over the next several weeks. Some of them are traveling entertainers, some of them are making their way to live in a new village, and many of them are merchants. If they have a broken wheel, you mend it. If they’re lost, you give directions. If they are sick or injured, you heal them. Together, the two of you are simply looking to make the world a little bit better with each interaction. 

Almost two months into your journey, you come across a natural hot spring. The smell of sulfur in the air, you breathe deep, excited to feel the spring’s warmth. You ask Obito if he wants to join you for a soak. 

“I-uh-I don’t know.” He stammers searching for an answer.

“Come on Obito, it looks so relaxing and my muscles are sore.” You say with a pouty face.  “Don’t make me sit here alone.” 

He smiles. Why are you so persuasive? “Fine, I’ll join you.” he says gruffly.

You wear only your towel to the spring and fold it neatly at the water’s edge before sinking down, submerging up to your shoulders. You sigh as the hot water hugs your sore body. 

Obito tentatively approaches the spring. He gives you an uneasy look. You can tell he’s still uncomfortable about you seeing him with minimal clothing so you reassure him that you won’t look as he enters. 

He leaves his towel on the side, next to yours, before stepping in. He sits down on your right side. He’s always to your right and you to his left. He drops down to his shoulders, like you, closing his eyes as he feels the relief of the heat melting his aching muscles.

“Aren’t you glad that I talked you into this?”

He opens one eye, turning his head slightly to look at you with a crooked smile. “You want credit for every idea that pops in your head?”

“Just the good ones” you say, scooting close enough to give him a light jab. He doesn’t mind when you do this anymore however both of you are currently naked and it made him nervous to have you so close to him. 

You hear twigs snapping behind you. You both turn around with a start. Obito’s eyes flashed red. You grabbed a hold of his scarred ivory arm out of fright. Your fingers sinking into his bicep, body hidden behind his, momentarily forgetting you were both naked. 

“It was an animal.” he says calmly, eyes returning to their usual color. 

It takes you a moment to realize you’re safe and should release hold of his arm. As he turns to look at you his cheeks blush deeply. Slightly confused you look down and realize you were pressing your naked body into him when using him as a human shield. You immediately let go and sink back down into the spring. “Sorry” you say looking down at the water. 

He turns back around, the way he originally was so that his left side was facing you once more. 

“Obito?”

“Yeah?” He says softly, loving how you say his name.

“Why do you always stay on my right?”

He looked embarrassed. “I- I just didn’t want to scare you with my scars.”

“Your scars aren’t frightening. “ you say, turning to face him. “Actually, I rather like them.”

You see the ghost of a smile on his face when you say this. 

“They make you look handsome.”  You say reaching out for his hand under the water. You find it and give it a quick squeeze. When you go to take your hand back you find he’s still gripping it. You decide to let your hand relax in his hold, spreading your fingers so they intertwine with his own. 

The two of you stay that way. Together in the hot spring holding hands till your skin is pruned and you finally suggest setting up camp. He watches as you get out, admiring your wet figure, doing his best not to stare as you bend down and pick up your towel before  wrapping it around your chest. 

You look down and blush as he gets out and wraps his towel around his waist. When you look back up again you admire how the water runs down between his muscles, a small amount of drool pooling in the corner of your mouth. 

This time when he catches you peering at him, he realizes that you’re not looking at him like a freak of nature. Maybe you never had. He notes how your pupils dilate, how your breathing becomes shallow, how your cheeks flush, and how your lips part. He realized that you are attracted to him. But how? How could you enjoy his battered  and misshapen body?

With a great deal of self motivation, you rip your eyes away from him to go set up camp. The two of you exchange many glances as you build the fire and heat up dinner. His mind was turning. Had you always looked at him like that? How long had you felt this way? But most confounding, why? What did he do to earn your affection?

You sat across the fire from him tonight, smiling at him as you ate. You wanted to look at his scars in proper lighting. You loved how the light from the flames licked and danced across his face. How the shadows deepened the ridges on his scars. You weren’t lying before. You found his scars erotic. They made his already exceedingly handsome face more rugged, adding character where there was already charm. You wished you could run your fingers along the lines and feel the tough skin under your light touch but you were certain he would never allow it.

After eating you laid your sleeping pads next to each other, closer than usual but still to his left, always remaining on his preferred side. He smiled and wished you good night before turning over. You gazed upon the Uchiha crest on his back, watching his shoulders rise and fall with each breath. Eyes boring into him, barely able to contain your heartbeat as you realized your feelings for him. They were always there but tonight they were undeniable. You didn’t want to be his friend any longer. You wanted to be more and furthermore you were pretty sure he felt the same. 

The next morning he woke up before you. His arm had gone numb stretching out over to where you slept, his subconscious yearning to hold your hand. Looking down on your sleeping face, he pet your cheek before beginning to pack so that the two of you could head over to the nearby village once you woke. 

Soon after entering the village,  you came across a family who owned the local inn and were experiencing a string of robberies. Obito offered his services and decided to stay with them till he caught the thieves. Out of gratitude they offered you a room at their inn. They didn’t have many free rooms so the two of you had to share but that was okay, you had been traveling together for months, you were comfortable together. Obito went to set up his sleeping pad on the floor by the bed before you put your hand on his shoulder to stop him. “Obito, we can share. The bed is plenty big.” He nodded and moved his belongings to the mattress, next to your own before the two of you head back out into town to get to know the area. You decided to go look for a place to eat and saw a small bar that advertised barbeque and sake. You went in. Many people smiled at you both even though you were strangers in their small village.

After you finished eating, a man went up to Obito and asked if he was your husband. When he said no, the man grabbed your hand and escorted you a short distance away. You look back at Obito and watch as girls flocked over to him. You feel deeply jealous as they batted their raven eyelashes at him. Your only consolation is that no matter how many women approached him, he never took his eyes off of you. Unable to resist his gaze any longer, you apologized to the man you were with and headed back over to Obito, cutting between all the women gathered around him. Feeling satisfaction as they grumbled at you. You grab his forearm as you lean into his ear and whisper, “See? None of them are afraid of your scars either.” He gives you a wide grin accepting your point. He sure didn’t see it but clearly you weren’t the only one who liked the way he looked. The difference though, is that he didn’t care how those other girls felt about his appearance, he only cared what your thoughts were. 

“Obito?”

“Yes?”

“Can we go take a walk?”

“Of course, Y/N. Anything you want.”

You pay your bill and get up to leave the establishment. Obito holds out his left elbow and you take it, allowing him to lead you around the streets of the village. You wander around for a while, stopping at the town’s center where a large tree tangles its way above the street. You ogle at the intricacy of its many branches and wonder how old it is. You hold onto him tight, not wanting to leave any room for misunderstanding. You want him to know you like him, you don’t want him to look at any other girls. He continues to glance over at you out of the corner of his eye. He smiles, finding it endlessly humorous that you would feel jealous of a couple strangers wanting to talk to him. As the two of you stare up at the tree, you feel his hand drop and wrap around your waist pulling you into him. 

Timidly, you wrap your arm around his waist, hand resting on top of hashiraman cells. You hear his breath hitch as you touched him but he allowed you to keep your hand settled there. You leaned your head on his shoulder staring at the old tree as if you were attempting to count its leaves but really all you were thinking about was how warm he was and how you didn’t want this moment to end. It’s just you and him. There is no one else in this world that matters. Your heart starts rising up to your throat. You try swallowing to make it go back down, but it won’t. He gives you a small squeeze as he moves to head back to where your bed was located.

The two of you walk back to the inn arm in arm. You get ready for bed and crawl under the covers. The mattress was plush and soft, leaps and bounds more comfortable than the forest floor. You felt yourself sink as your weight shifted onto it. You sank even further as Obito added his own weight to the bed. You turned on your side to face him. Staring into his eyes while he stared back into yours. The world was still as you silently studied everything about his face. The brown of his irises with specks of red and black, the number of eyelashes along his lids, the stray black hairs peppered into his mostly white chakra-stripped mop, the peaks and valleys of his scars, you could look at him forever. You wanted to reach out and cup his cheek but you knew better. 

“Obito?” He loved how you said his name when you asked him questions.

“Yes?”

“You know that I’m here for you, right? As long as you need?”

“And what if I need you for a very long time?” 

“Then I will be with you for a very long time.”

“What if I need you the rest of my life?”

“Then I will be by your side for the rest of your life.”

He leans in, his forehead resting against yours. You could feel the electricity between you. Your skin burned where his head touched yours. You licked your lips, craving his, wishing he’d push them against your own. His musk filled your nostrils, overwhelming your senses as his breathing began to sync with your own. 

“Obito?” you whisper

“Yes”

“I’d like to kiss you, is that okay?”

Instead of answering he grabs you by the back of your head and pulls you into him. His lips were light as a feather as he gently grazed them against yours. You lean into the kiss pushing into him harder, yearning for him to meet your level of passion. You pull your lower body into his, tangling your legs together. He inhales deeply while kissing you, breathing in your scent. You can feel his hesitation, seemingly conflicted, trying to decide how much of himself to give over to you. You grab one of his hands and squeeze it tight as your lips break apart. 

“Obito, we have time. We don’t need to rush into this.” 

He licked your taste off of his lips as you spoke. You kissed the tip of his nose before turning away from him. You slid over so that your backside was pressing into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you like he did that one night, two months ago, and held you till you woke the next morning. 

You had never slept so well. When morning came you refused to believe you had to leave the bed where you laid in his warm embrace. He stirred around the same time as you and gave your neck a gentle kiss. It left you breathless. You wiggled your behind into him in response. He chuckled low as he pushed his morning wood into your rear. “Mmmm” you hummed as he buried his face in your neck.

You eventually find it in you to get up and get dressed. His soft eyes wander over you as you remove your sleeping clothes. He admired your round behind, your fleshy thighs, your supple breasts, your bare neck, your pouty lips, every part of you was beautiful to him. He lamented as your body disappeared underneath your tactical clothes since today you would be investigating the recent robberies. 

Obito stood up to change too. When he took off his sleeping shirt, he caught you biting your lip. He gave a small laugh and you realize he caught you staring. Your cheeks flushed and you smiled walking over to him, hugging him before he had a chance to put his new shirt on. You buried your face in him, tucking your chin down, resting one of your hands on his left pec, while the other wrapped around him. He kissed the top of your head before reaching for a shirt.

“No” you say, lifting your head. “You’re not allowed to wear that.” A wide grin stretching across your face as he blushed. 

“You really like the way I look?”

“More than any other man I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re precious.” He says, as he pulls away. You give a small whine of disappointment when he’s finished changing. 

Together the two of you make your way to the communal dining area where breakfast was waiting. You talked to the innkeeper to learn more about the robberies. The two of you nod as he tells you the various incidents, two of which resulted in the bandit harming his guests. 

Together you search around the inn, looking for potential hiding spots or alternate pathways in and out of the building.  You decided to put your investigation on hold till later in the day. Maybe something would become more obvious in the moonlight. 

It’s late in the day and you resume the investigation. Obito had stepped out to get food for the two of you while you continued talking to one of the ladies of the inn. Suddenly the shadows around the room began to glitter and move. You grabbed your kunai but you were unsure how to use it against a moving shadow. The dark figures started to move towards the woman you were just talking to. You look up at her and see she wore expensive jewelry around her neck. You leapt in front of her attempting to slice the shadow but it was no use. Your knife did nothing more than cut through air. You were going to need to find the jutsu caster. Your eyes search the room before settling on a man you see through the window. His outline barely in the moonlight. The rogue ninja was hiding in the inn’s courtyard. You open the window and throw a shuriken at him. One of his shadow figures jumps in front of him and takes the blow. The glittering figures seem to solidify and evaporate at will. You tell the woman to run away as you jump through the window towards the man. His shadows try to grab hold of you. Quickly you dodge one, however, the other ensnares your ankle and you fall to the ground. Shit. The man walks up to you, a kunai of his own in hand, when suddenly he screams. The hand that had just been gripping his weapon had a shuriken sticking out of the back of it. 

Your eyes dart around the courtyard as you hear a body-less voice snarl, “That was very unwise of you.”

Obito, thank gods!

He steps out into the courtyard of the inn, eyes glowing red. “Attacking her was a grave mistake, you better be ready to kiss this world goodbye.”

The man sends his shadows after Obito but no matter how many he sends, they move through Obito as if he were made of smoke. Fear begins to register on his face as Obito strides towards him completely unhindered. 

“What are you?” he asks with a trembling voice beginning to wonder if Obito was a ghost.

“I am Obito Uchiha, carrier of an awakened Mangekyo Sharingan. This is one of my many abilities.” He says gloating as another glittering shadow figure passes through his body.

“But-but your clan is extinct.”

“Not quite. There are two of us left, roaming this earth. You happen to be the lucky guy who ran into one and chose to attack his mate.”

His mate? You think to yourself. Does that mean what I think it does?

Obito grabs the man by the throat, lifting him high into the air and squeezing hard before dropping him on the ground. The man crumbles at Obito’s feet. He stood up on shaking legs as he attempted to run away. Using his fireball jutsu, Obito burns the man’s fleeing body to a crisp, making sure he was good and dead before taking his eyes off of him to turn to you. 

You stare at him grateful for his impeccable timing. He approaches you quickly before stopping to analyze every inch of your body, making sure you’re okay despite your constant reassurance. “Obito, I’m fine. He didn’t touch me.” 

When he is satisfied with your condition he holds you tight. “I’m so sorry. I’ll never leave you alone again. I promise.”

“It’s okay Obito. I don’t need you guarding me 24/7.”

“It’s not okay, Y/N. You could’ve been.. I could’ve… I can’t lose you.”

Understanding what he means you don’t protest further, you just hug him back. You notify the innkeeper that the source of the robberies has been taken care of and he, along with his guest should be safe. He invites you to stay for the rest of the week as a thank you before the two of you continue with your journey. You oblige, grateful to sleep on a soft mattress for a few more days before heading back on the road. 

You see there is a festival taking place in the town square that night and decide to attend. There is plenty of food, dancing, and drinks. You try to coax Obito into dancing but he’d much rather sit back and watch others. One of the other villagers came up and grabbed your hand. She took you to dance with the crowd. Obito watched as you smiled and laughed, twirling around and swaying with the woman under the lanterns. You were magnificent. Everything about you was a ray of sun. Your swollen cheeks as you smile, the redness of your lips as they stretch across your face, the brightness of your eyes as they illuminate with joy, you have become his entire reason for being. 

You stumble back to him, laughing and smiling, trying to catch your breath as you absentmindedly sit down next to him on his right. 

His body became noticeably stiff. Feeling brave you put your hand on his, “It’s okay, Obito.” He looks away from you. You grab the smooth left side of his face and turn him towards you, looking him dead in the eyes, “Please don’t be ashamed. It brings me happiness to look upon your face, all parts of your face.” He swallows and nods. You smile happily before sinking your body into his right side. You feel his stiff muscles begin to relax as he decides that he is okay with the contact. 

When you’ve had your fill of the festivities, you once more walk arm in arm back towards the inn and lay down in bed together. “So, I’m your mate?” you try to say casually.

He pauses, “Sorry, it just came out in the heat of the moment.”

“What if I don’t want it to be in the heat of the moment?”

“What do you mean?” he says, knowing precisely what you mean. He just wants to hear you say it.

“What if I want to be your ‘mate’ officially”

He plays with your hair, looking down on you. “Why would you want something like that?”

“Because,” you say with a smile kissing the palm of his hand. Between each sentence you lay a kiss on his arm, working your way up his neck and cheek. “You are strong. You are passionate. You are loving. You are talented. You are handsome. You are everything I could ever want in this lifetime.”

He pulls you into a hug, “Well if that is what you want, then I am yours.”

You breathe deeply, filled with happiness as you fall asleep in his arms again.

The week has passed and it is now time for the two of you to continue your expedition, looking for new people who may need help. As you left, two small children came up to Obito and gave him a flower which he immediately gave to you. Seeing how soft and gentle he was with the two little girls caused heat to flicker all through your body as you made a realization.

That night, while Obito sat there by the fire with his legs crossed in front of him, you decided to take it upon yourself to sit in his lap facing him. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him slow and deep. Your tongue bullies its way into his mouth to mingle with his and you make soft sweet humming noises as he entertains your kiss. 

“What was that for?” he asks, lips finally separating

“That is because I love you, Obito.”

“You love me?”

“Yes, Obito. I love you.” you breathe 

“I love you too Y/N”

You beam up at him, smiling as you go to hold his face in your hands. With lightning fast reflexes he catches your wrist before you can grab the right side of his face. He squeezes harder than he means to. You let out a small whimper of pain. He immediately lets go. 

“I’m so sorry”

“No, I’m sorry Obito. I wasn’t thinking.”

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opens them again he says, “Go ahead.”

You feel that the wind has been knocked out of you. “Are you sure?”

“Yes”

Gently, you raise your arm to his cheek brushing it with the back of your hand at first. He shudders. You lay your fingers gingerly on top of his skin before brushing your thumb back and forth, feeling the bumps along the damaged tissue. Your heart was swelling as you felt every crevice of his face. Your eyes shifting between his skin and irises, unable to believe what he was allowing you to do. 

“If it’s possible, I think I may love you even more now.” You whisper. 

You bring your lips to his scarred cheek and give it a light kiss. He turned to you and met your lips with his. He slowly begins undressing you by the warmth of the fire. You begin to do the same to him, passion igniting in both of your hearts. He finally felt at peace with himself, seeing how you worshiped even his darkest parts. Moaning as you lay feverish kisses along his lips, neck, and shoulders, fingers digging into his muscles. He laid you down on your back, shifting between your legs. He pulled his face away from yours, analyzing you, “Are you okay?”

“Just come here and fuck me already.” You pant, pulling him back down by his neck. 

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#obito x reader #obito uchiha #obito is daddy #obito fan fiction #uchiha obito #naruto fanfiction #vulnerable obito #obito lovestory #obito senpai #obito request

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kinktober.... (500 follower special) n*sw// post!!!

so... we hit 500 followers!!! wtf!!!!!!! I am beyond overjoyed and grateful tbh tbh!!! Honestly I. Can not contain my excitement. So, as a kind of thank you, I am going to do kinktober!!! Here’s how it’ll work, pls read all of this before hopping in my inbox hehe:

-You can request one character for one kink, so each ask can only request one character*

*I’ll let each kink have two characters, BUT they have to be from different fandoms. and u can’t request them both in one ask ehehe sowwy

-There won’t be any duplicates, one character per one kink! (So think carefully abt who you want for what kink...)*

*only exception to this is the threesome day! Any characters requested in a threesome can also be requested for one other kink! (Both pairs still have to be from diff fandoms)

-Also please specify what gender u want reader to be!

-Normal requests are NOT open just yet, just these

-First come first serve bc there’s no better way?? Unless y’all want a poll but I feel like that’d get messy real quick

-Kinktober template is below! I’ll update the post as requests come in so be quick lol

-You can request any character I write n*sw// for!

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Day 1: Praise - Gundham Tanaka (F), Jugo (GN)

Day 2: Biting - Kazuichi Souda (F), Kiba Inuzuka (F)

Day 3: Roleplay - Sakura Ogami (F), Celesita Ludenberg (F)

Day 4: Anal - Celestia Ludenberg (M), Present Mic (F)

Day 5: Overstimulation - Kiyotaka Ishimaru (F), Suigetsu Hozuki (M)

Day 6: Spanking - Tenko Chabashira (F), Shikamaru Nara (F)

Day 7: Lingerie - Nagito Komaeda (M), Sasuke Uchiha (GN?)

Day 8: Breath play - Maki Harukawa (F), Nagato Uzumaki (GN)

Day 9: Dirty talk - Hajime Hinata (F), Deidara (GN)

Day 10: Clothed S/x - Byakuya Twogami (F), Orochimaru (F)

Day 11: Rough s/x - Yasuhiro Hagakure (F), Naruto Uzumaki (F)

Day 12: Daddy/mommy - Kaito Momota (F), Shino Aburame (F)

Day 13: Thigh riding - Mondo Oowada (F), Maito Gai (F)

Day 14: Dry humping - Shuichi Saihara (F), Kakashi Hatake (GN?)

Day 15: Body worship - Kaede Akamatsu (GN?), Gaara (F)

Day 16: Public s/x - Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu (F), Jiraiya (F)

Day 17: Oral - Rock Lee (F), Leon Kuwata (F)

Day 18: S/x toys - Junko Enoshima (F), Hawks (F)

Day 19: Threesome (you can request two characters here) - Kaito and Shuichi (F), Kakashi and Obito (F)

Day 20: Fingering - Ryoma Hoshi (F), Tenten (M)

Day 21: Striptease - Akane Owari (GN?), Iruka Umino (F)

Day 22: Knife play - Mukuro Ikusaba (GN?), Junko Enoshima (F)

Day 23: Quickie - Rantaro Amami (F), Asuma Sarutobi (F)

Day 24: Food play - Teruteru Hanamura (F), Choji Akimichi (F)

Day 25: Facesitting - Peko Pekoyama (F), Neji Hyuga (F)

Day 26: Cock warming - Kiibo (F), Genma Shiranui (F)

Day 27: Edging - Makoto Naegi (F), Ford Pines (F)

Day 28: Sadomasochism - Byakuya Togami (M), Kisame Hoshigaki (GN)

Day 29: Breeding - Sasori (F), Aoi Asahina (M)

Day 30: Bondage - Korekiyo Shinguji (F), Kakuzu (F)

Day 31: Pegging/strap-on - Ibuki Mioda (M), Aizawa Shouta (GN?)

#n*sw// #500 followers #jeezums yall !!! #also this will be my first time writing a lot of these ehehe so... yeah #kinktober #not an imagine #request #floorbe talk #k/nktober