#uchiha obito x y/n

[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. 🎆

[tagging is open!]

[sunstaar]

Camellias

Obito Uchiha x gn!Reader

Word Count: 0,7k

Ao3

Summary: Obito is determined to ask you out on a date.

With much-needed confidence in his step, Obito walked down the busy streets of Konohagakure all the way to your apartment complex. In his hand, he was clutching a bouquet of flowers, the many camellias expressing more than what meets the eye at first.

His heart was hammering against his chest, a nervous expression painted on his features. The whole way from the Yamanaka flower shop, he had been gnawing on his lip, almost drawing blood from how harshly he was biting down on it.

Obito desperately hoped that this would go the way he intended it to, and not the way his frequent nightmares predicted.

Right in front of the entry to your apartment complex, Obito came to a stop. His grip on the flower bouquet tightened as he took a deep breath, a feeble attempt at calming himself down.

“You can do this, Obito,” He told himself in a quiet murmur. “You practised this a hundred times in the mirror. You can do this.”

During his climb up the stairs to your floor of the complex, dread began to settle in the pit of Obito’s stomach. What if really rejected him, said no? The mere thought had him almost hurling over, doubt clawing at his throat. Right there and then, he almost stopped to turn around and leave, act like he had never come to confess to you. But in the back of his mind, there was this voice telling him to do it.

So, Obito swallowed his doubts and anxiety, and continued his way to your door. Another deep breath and the Uchiha dared to raise his hand, knocking on the door.

There was no turning back now.

From behind the door, Obito could hear a loud noise, followed by your footsteps moving to answer. He froze in his position, anticipation causing his heartbeat to steadily increase.

With a wide swing, you opened the door, smiling widely at him. “Hey, Obito! What brings you here?”

He could do this.

“I, um, brought y-you something.” Obito said, holding out the bouquet of flowers to you.

Your eyes widened as you spotted the beautiful flower arrangement, a bright array of red,pink, and yellow camellias staring back at you. For a moment, all words seemed lost to you as you took the flowers into your hands, cradling them gingerly.

“Thank you, Obito, they’re beautiful,” You said, your gaze fixated on the flowers. Then, you looked up at the man who gifted them to you. “But … why did you get me flowers? What’s the occasion?”

He had gone over this at least a hundred times in his head, and more than enough times with one of his unwilling friends taking on the role of you. Time and time again, his nerves had got the better of him, his tongue feeling tied. But not today, today he would speak the words of his heart.

In his best attempt to sound casual, he said, “I was wondering if you maybe would like to go out with me sometime? Like on a date?”

You looked at him with surprise shining in your eyes. “A date? You want to go on a date, with me?”

Obito breathed in sharply before he nodded.

The smile tugging at your lips may have stopped his heart for a moment. “Sure. I would love to. Did you have anything specific in mind?”

Obito felt a surge of both relief and excitement going through him. Sheepishly, he rubbed the back of his neck. He hadn’t anticipated that he would even get this far. “I, uh, there is this new ramen place that just opened. Minato-sensei said it was really good, so maybe you would want to go there with me?”

“Sounds great. I haven’t had a good bowl of ramen in some time.”

He couldn’t keep the grin off of his face. “How about on Sunday? I don’t have any missions left by then. Maybe around 5, I’ll come and pick you up?”

You nodded, your cheeks warm. “Sunday works for me. I’ll trust your judgement, then, Obito,” Fiddling with the flowers in your hands, you took a step back. “Would you like to come in? We could talk some more while I put the flowers in a vase.”

An indescribable sense of happiness washed over Obito as he walked into your cozy apartment. He had truly done it, he had successfully asked you out on a date, and you said yes. In his eyes, the day couldn’t be any better.

[cupajoscafe]

For the headcanon thingy you were talking on Discord: Obito Uchiha being asked to help get something off the higher shelf

Your choice if at home (with s/o) or in a supermarket or smth (with stranger)

-Biscuit

HEHEHEHEH HELLO BISCUIT THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK I HOPE I CAN CHANNEL OBITO WELL ENOUGH FOR YOU AKSIXHSJSJ imma do my best 😤😤💜 I love the idea of him coming to your rescue while at the supermarket so I'm gonna roll with that!! Also: this is an AU where Obito is a good guy and never did Akatsuki things so he can actually enjoy a nice dinner with his honey 🥺

Asking Obito to get something from the top shelf

Most days you liked being blessed with your short genes. Today, unfortunately, was not one of those days.

You were at the supermarket with your partner buying ingredients for a meal you had been planning for a few weeks, and it was a recipe you'd never made before. He had gone off to look for some aromatics for the soup stock while you looked for the main ingredients.

You were in the spice aisle, and you needed the spice off the top shelf. No matter how much you stretched and how high you jumped, you just couldn't reach that one little canister you needed.

With a grumble, you skipped over to the end of the aisle and looked around for Obito.

After about a minute or two, he peered out from around the corner of another isle with the vegetables in his basket. He blinked at you as you waved him down.

"Y/N! What's up? Everything okay?" He spoke as he jogged over to you.

"I need your help." You grabbed his arm and pulled him down into the aisle, then looked up at the top shelf. "Would you mind?"

Obito looked at you, then up at the spice rack, then down at you again. He smiled and snickered, shaking his head a little bit.

"Of all the spices you need, it had to be the one that you can't reach." He reached up and grabbed the canister, then held it out in front of him. "Here ya go."

You smiled up at your partner and took the glass bottle from his hand, then placed it in your basket and beamed up at him.

"Thank you, baby." You giggled, grabbing onto his arm.

"Of course." He replied back with a smile as the two of you made your way to the checkouts.

[dumbasssimp]

God i need to get my "i can fix him" mentality under control.

[itachislbeloved]

Forced Breeding

"Do you feel that, baby, huh? Do you feel me deep inside you?" he asked as he thrusted deep in you, your face and cheeks red from the heat that your body was radiating. You couldn't answer as his thrusts were too powerful and left you a moaning mess. All you could do was a nod and his hands travelled to your throat, holding it and pressing it slightly, not too hardly. "Words baby, I need words." he put pressure on your throat, "Y-yes, I feel you." you said between your moans and with your eyes closed feeling too good. "Should I breed you, hm, baby? Should I pump you full of my cum? Wouldn't you love that, hm? Wouldn't you love my cum dripping down your pussy?" his words made you open your eyes wide and stare at him in panic. "N-no, don't, please don't." you said as you tried to push him from on top of you but he just chuckled and held both of your hands in his one, "I don't take no for an answer baby, I will breed you and make you mine. You don't have any other choice than just to be bred by me." he said as he thrusted deeper in you and you could feel your tears trickling down your cheeks, you came around his shaft and you could feel hot liquid pour into you, you knew he did it, he came in you when you were not on the pills. "You are mine, baby, only mine to breed." he said as he came into you with a dark chuckle leaving his mouth.

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Itachi, Obito, Madara, Tobirama, Kakashi, Pain, Geto, Sukuna, Gojo, Toji.

(I couldn't think of other characters so please let me know if you think of others.)

(Come on you know Uchihas would love to breed their partners <3)

[mrsbakashi]

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

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

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

⚠️ +18 content under the cut

itachi

➳ praise kink

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

➳ breeding kink

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

obito

➳ exhibitionism

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

➳ praise kink

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

sasuke

➳ dacryphilia

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

➳ degradation/humiliation kink

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

madara

➳ corruption kink

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

➳ power kink

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

kakashi

➳ brat taming

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

➳ cum kink

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

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[thevirtualvalentine]

nsfw boyfriend!obito head canons

content warnings: size difference, breeding kink (it’s an uchiha, duh), consensual filming, solo masturbation, blowjobs, penetration, afab!reader.

Boyfriend!Obito who loves to film your sessions so he can, “watch them when he misses you”. But really just watches them when you’re not around. He’s obsessed with your body, watching how your cunt tries to take his fat dick. Doesn’t matter how much he preps you, he still has to bully it in.

Boyfriend!Obito who still gets shy rewatching your little movies because you’re screaming out his name with each rough pound of his hips against your ass. He’s sure any of his neighbors could hear, but something in the way you whine out for more short circuits his brain. Whatever his baby wants.

Boyfriend!Obito who loves fucking in missionary because he’s addicted to seeing his head push through your folds as he fucks his cum deep into your cervix, each ram only making you more delirious and drunk on dick. Has the biggest breeding kink that he only found out about when you started dating because he hated pulling out.

Boyfriend!Obito who films you sucking his cock with your pretty lips even when he drops the camera cause it feels too good. Moans loud n proud cause it’s his girl making him feel good. Loves when your shiny lips kiss his flushed tip, makes him feel all special. Deep throating his unreal girth will end up with a ring on your finger if you’re not careful.

Boyfriend!Obito who likes when you rough him up a bit. Scratching at his chest, pulling at his hair, saying he’s a pervert. Praise him, make him feel like he belongs to you in body and soul. You’ll receive it back tenfold. He gets rougher with you when he’s confident in himself.

Boyfriend!Obito who jacks off all the time just cause he can’t handle how worked up you make him. Finishes in heavy thick loads, and there’s lots of it… You walked in on him twisting his wrist at the same speed you were in the video he was replaying before you ask, “need help with that baby?” He’ll try his best to wait for you, he really does. Just gets really embarrassed asking if he can fuck you, poor thing.

Boyfriend!Obito who is truly a romantic at heart. He doesn’t get to cum until you do. Truly an oral fixation freak. Loves to eat you out till you scream and loves to have his dick sucked till he’s shooting blanks and twitching in your hands. Would propose 69 very sheepishly, just wants to make you moan around his cock.

[gojoidyll]

Obito didn't like you. He took one look at you and decided right then and there that the team didn't need you. Rin and Kakashi were the only teammates he needed, and yet here you were ruining it.

Though despite thinking he hated you and how you just appeared out of nowhere, he would soon find himself hanging out with you more. You two had a lot in common and even started to train together when the others would go home.

But Obito, being Obito, would deny that you two were becoming friends.

And it wouldn't be until he felt you grab tightly onto his hand and onto Kakashi and basically pull the both of them to safety that realized that he did actually have feelings for you. And the reason why he disliked you so much was because he didn't want to admit that he didn't like Rin anymore.

He knew that for a fact when the girl he thought he liked hugged him and Kakashi tightly.

Their deaths being avoided by the falling boulders and rocks.

You held our your hand once again when the dust cleared and Rin finally calmed down.

"Now that we're all reunited again, let's finish this mission and get back home."

Obito didn't like you, he was sure that he actually loved you. But he would wait to say anything for a long while, you all were just a bunch of teenagers after all.

[icameheretoreadstuff]

Tobi is not here anymore

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

18+ MDNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Next: Day eight: Master and Slave - Kars x Reader

[wing-ed-thing]

Tobi x Reader x Deidara Three-Man Squad Headcanons

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Tobi is Scary

𓆃 Haha... it's stupid.

𓆃 It's a three-man squad dynamic where Deidara has somehow taken over as the brains of the operation. Assuming you've stuck around to be a part of the Deidara and Sasori dynamic, it's quite the 180 to see Deidara transition from someone who hardly had to think to someone mapping out strategies.

𓆃 Because with Sasori, Deidara was primarily occupied with showing off. He got his jobs done just fine, but never put too much effort in planning.

𓆃 But when Tobi came along, it was almost as if Deidara stepped up out of spite.

𓆃 You supposed that perhaps it was the same with Sasori all along— that Deidara played up being more carefree to get on ever-organized and calculating Sasori's nerves.

𓆃 He seemed to be happier when he was more carefree, and now Tobi has made him into a monster, which makes for a hot and cold dynamic.

𓆃 Because Tobi is almost always high-energy and cracking jokes (which used to be Deidara's thing), and the energy level of Tobi is inversely proportional to Deidara's snippiness on any given day.

𓆃 Deidara, with a temper shorter than a teaspoon, is prone to violent outbursts on any given day. Whether it's sudden detonations or just yelling, he and Tobi keep each other busy.

𓆃 Deidara doesn't even seem to enjoy making his art at the rate he used to. Instead, most of it has been angry and spiteful, shoving random clay birds and bugs in Tobi's face in an attempt to get Tobi to appreciate his art.

𓆃 And of course, it's on Deidara when he places such an expectation on Tobi knowing he won't understand.

𓆃 You can most definitely count on being stuck in the middle of the disputes, because Tobi is hiding behind you to get away from Deidara and Deidara is strongly petitioning you to just fucking agree with him!

𓆃 Most of your dynamic will hinge on who you side with. Whether you gang up on Tobi together or take pitty on the pathetically seemingly incompetent third member.

𓆃 Ganging up on him will more likely lead to establishing a hierarchy within the squad, and you'll find that Tobi is more than willing to take commands and orders with the right direction.

𓆃 Despite having to quite literally train Tobi like a dog, you can create some pretty powerful team moves together. Tobi is a surprisingly competent support on the battlefield.

𓆃 Taking pitty on Tobi won't be too much different in the short-term, but has the potential to be helpful in the longterm... not that you know that.

𓆃 He'll continue to hide behind you. You'll incur Deidara's wrath before he cools down. Rinse, repeat.

𓆃 And perhaps you'll enjoy his little jokes every now and then, especially on grueling missions where you need entertainment.

𓆃 Tobi is willing to serve even more than he would under Deidara's pressure, and will bring you little useless gifts from time to time.

𓆃 He's so pleasant and goofy you'd hardly notice the off comments he says from time to time.

𓆃 Because he mumbles. He mumbles and mutters to himself, but when you ask him about it, he insists that he has no idea what you're talking about.

𓆃 Sometimes, you hear him in the middle of the night talking to himself about revenge and a girl you've never met. His voice is lower than you had ever heard it...

"Tobi?" you say somewhere off into the darkness.

He's close by, just in front of you, where you can make out the vague outline of his cloak. His back faces you as he rocks, muttering to himself in the same deep voice that had been waking you up for a few nights now.

It wasn't every night, but every so often, you'd shoot out of sleep, the mutterings of an unfamiliar man shaking you to your core.

You groped at the ground in front of you, dirt sinking into your fingernails as you pawed across the leaf litter on the forest floor. The pads of your fingers brushed against the ends of Tobi's cloak, and you swiftly grasped it.

"Tobi?" you repeated in a whisper, barely awake. You blinked with a yawn, the dimness only serving to further discombobulate your tired mind. You tugged on his cloak with another soft hiss of his name.

He grabbed your wrist, yanking you forward before you could even process. And in an instant, you were face to face with Tobi's orange, swirling mask. The single hole for his eye was as pitch black as the night.

He just stared at you and you stared into the abyss.

You tried to recoil, but the hold on your wrist didn't loosen. Your eyes flickered back to the dark circle.

You could feel his breathing. Slow, low, and steady as the muscles in his hand flexed around yours.

He said nothing, just muttering about the gift. The very whispers made your voice hitch in your throat as your heartbeat quickened.

The muttering grew angrier, and the words less coherent. Your other hand shot to Tobi's punishing grip on you as you tried to jerk yourself away. He only held onto you harder as you began to kick and thrash, somehow maneuvering your leg to break yourself free before you tumbled across the dirt ground.

You scrambled to your feet, your chest crushed with panic as you grasped to collect yourself in the moonlight. A cloud passed overhead, allowing the dim moon to coat the forest clearing in a silvery sheen.

Tobi sat by himself in the middle, legs folded under him as he stared up at the sky. Deidara slept soundly at the edge, undisturbed by the commotion.

Tobi turned to you slowly.

The feeble beams of the night left mild shadows across his mask, leaving his frame looking almost transparent.

"What are you doing awake, silly goose?" Tobi giggled. He rose to his full height, and only then did you realize how truly tall he was. He raised a fist in the air. "Tobi has night watch all covered! Isn't Tobi a good boy?"

He stepped toward you, and you instinctively stepped back. Tobi stopped in his tracks, mask tilted downward to stare from your offending foot to slowly back up at your face. The mask cocked to the side, seeming angered. You couldn't prevent the chill that jerked your shoulders.

"Isn't Tobi a good boy?" he asked again. You didn't trust the softness in his tone. You gulped, nodding.

"Yeah," you resigned, frozen where you stood. "Tobi's a real good boy."

"Yes, Tobi is! Now go back to sleep."

You didn't know what to do. Too afraid to do anything else, you curled up at Deidara's foot and remained wide awake for the entirety of the night.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: I like how the panel cuts off in such a way that it looks like one of them (Tobi) took a bite out of the post.

[obitos-whore]

Relationship headcanons for Obito

Golden retriever boyfriend!!!

Super duper touch-starved and always wants to hold or touch you. Gib kiss please

Big fan of PDA

Loves to shower your face in kisses and vice versa

Big ol' softie who's not afraid of showing his emotions even in public

Obito is a hopeless romantic and will go all out when he's with you

Will totally show you off, especially to Bakashi

Would low-key marry you after a week of being together

Envisions a future with you and gets super excited when he talks about it

Will go on dates with you at least once a week

Buys you little gifts that remind him of you

He's completely smitten by you and your beauty and will stare at you with heart eyes

Extremely protective of you

Loves it when you play with his hair and will practically beg you for some head pats

Lots and lots of late night talks

Still gets all shy and blushy whenever you give him a compliment

Needs to hold onto you to fall asleep

Big fan of pillow fights

Wants to be the little spoon and will coax you by looking at you with puppy eyes

You're the only one allowed to touch the scarred half of his face

Hogs all the blankets and even has the audacity to shove his cold ass feet underneath you

[sunstaar]

Oh, Brother

Obito Uchiha x gn!sibling!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warning: mentions of death, violence, gore & corpses; implied Kakashi x gn!Reader

Ao3

Summary: Your brother is dead, the eyes of a madman are staring back at you instead.

Your brother is dead.

With an all-too-familiar pair of orange googles in hand, you stand at his funeral, your own pair of crimson eyes shining bright and pooling with endless tears. They were fixated on the sight before you, watching carefully how the empty coffin, the coffin intended to keep the body of a mere child lost to the war, was lowered into the ground to be buried forever as a crime of war. A headstone would soon join the gruesome sight, a name inscribed that had not yet lived out his story, his storybook barely even begun and cut too short by a sacrifice he should not have been forced to make.

On your shoulder lays a hand of comfort, one belonging to a girl with short brunette hair and a pair of identical purple stripes decorating her tear-stained cheeks. Rin wears a smile that is supposed to be comforting above anything else but falls flat by the way the edges of her lips tug downward, unable to hold themselves up. She too is consumed by the sorrow haunting her, more tears decorating her lashline, threatening to fall at any moment.

From behind the two of you come chocked sobs. They wreck your heart, your grandmother’s pained cries echoing in your mind like a broken record. Her face is buried in her hands to hide the frown she is wearing, a desperate attempt to hold onto her sanity somehow. Her frail shoulders shake with every noise of despair falling from her lips, the weight of losing most of whom she loved a too heavy burden to carry for the elderly woman.

Your brother is dead. It is a fact, one that you cannot change, one you are confronted with every day you walk past his now empty room, the door standing slightly ajar because he always forgot to close it behind himself.

During the whole funeral, there was only one to make no noise. A boy with unruly silver hair stands a good distance away from the grave, or so you noticed immediately. His hitai-ate sits crooked on his forehead, covering what you knew to lay beneath, the Sharingan eye he had received from your brother. Underneath his mask, his lips are twisted into a heavy frown, one that is slightly visible from the outside. He does his best to compose himself and to stand straight at the funeral of the boy he did not manage to save, of the first person he lost on a mission he led.

His single charcoal eye is trained on the girl with a similar build to Obito, on you. 

Your brother is dead and Kakashi feels like it is his fault.

“My nii-san sometimes overestimates himself, can you make sure that he comes back?” With a wide-eyed gaze, not the slightest of hints of a Sharingan in your eyes yet, you had stared up at him, all hopeful. He had never agreed to anything, even as you begged him to do so, worry evident on your features.

Still, he had failed. Instead of returning with your brother, he had returned with your brother’s eye, replacing the one he lost in battle. A pair of goggles dangled in his hands, the glass broken in and bloodied, a solemn expression telling you more than a thousand words.

Your brother is dead. He won’t be coming back.

Kakashi had seen the realization set into your eyes as his blond sensei delivered the news to your anxious form, the hope gleaming in your eyes dying just as your brother had hours before. The moment your suddenly crimson eyes met his own mismatched pair of charcoal and crimson, a shiver ran down his spine. From the distance away, he could see your mouth open to say something, though nothing came out except for a choked noise from the back of your throat.

He turned his head away immediately, the words dying on his tongue. He wasn’t sure what it was that he should do. Should he apologize to you for causing your brother’s death, and tell you how sorry he is? Or would you yell at him, unable to look him in the eyes, in one of Obito’s eyes.

The regret is heavy in Kakashi’s heart, etched forever into the surface of his organ, Obito’s last words to him in his mind replaying in a loop every time he lays eyes on you.

“Make sure that my sibling will be alright.” And so Kakashi promised, he vowed to protect you from everything evil, to keep your heart from breaking as it did the day your older brother died.

Seeing you crying hysterically at Obito’s grave day by day without pause, your breath heavy as you beg for him to come back, to return to you, to tell you that all of this is just a sick joke and that he isn’t dead, the sight pulls at his heartstrings. To see you mourn the loss of your brother so heavily, the fact made him feel guilty, the feeling churning uncomfortably in his stomach.

Obito is gone.

Obito is dead.

Obito would never return to you.

You only ever see Obito again in your darkest nightmares, your deceased brother as the starring figure of your deepest fears.

In your nightmares, his figure appears with the right side of his body completely disfigured, the skin scarred beyond the point of recognition. It is an image your mind had conjured up on its own over time, based on the tale of his heroic sacrifice told you, twisted by the stories making their way around Konoha. When you reach out to touch his skin, your own gently brushing across his scarred, it feels cold, dead. The stench coming along with your vivid imagination is unbearable and allows for bile to crawl up your throat. His corpse, that is what he is to you now, is rotting before your inner eye for years on end, teeth falling apart the moment he opens his mouth to call out to you.

Never does he speak more words than the childhood nickname he always called you affectionately. His hand with every finger sticking into another direction, broken beyond repair, then reaches out to you, the skin practically flaking off with every move he makes into your direction. You take a step back from his figure, his name falling from your lips.

The corpse before you is not your dear brother and would never be. In his eyes lays an intensity he only had when speaking about his three favourite topics: his ironically undying love for Rin, his ambition to become the Hokage, and to one day beat his silver-haired rival. Only in your nightmares, his eyes are a shade of crimson that brings along a metallic taste on your tongue at the sight of the Sharingan swirling in his dead eyes.

Your Obito never did possess the Sharingan past its first stage, he was a boy who yearned to be recognized as part of his own clan. The eyes staring at you in your countless nightmares aren’t your brother’s, but rather the ones of a silver-haired you know.

At one point in your life, the Sharingan you have once seen swirling in Hatake Kakashi’s eye had become synonymous with the eyes Obito could have had. Had he not died so young, that is.

Standing at his grave every day, you have become accustomed to the presence of a certain silver-haired. Sometimes, the two of you exchange friendly small talk, mostly initiated by the man who carries a horrifying amount of guilt in his heart, and exchange stories about your brother. It helps ease the pain, talking to Kakashi about Obito. No longer were you on your own processing the tragedy surrounding your childhood, mourning the boy who both of you had lost too early.

Talking to someone helps you heal, it brings you solace about what could have been and isn’t meant to be. You don’t feel as alone in your struggle anymore, especially after the untimely deaths of Rin and your grandmother, there is still someone by your side, keeping you somewhat sane as your mourning faded into acceptance.

Your brother is dead, and you would never see him achieve his dreams. Never would you see him profess his love to Rin, and either have it be reciprocated or be rejected. He would never have a chance at becoming Hokage or beating Hatake Kakashi at one thing at least.

Or so you had been foolish to think.

Your pain had been all for nothing.

Around you raged the Fourth Shinobi War too many years later, countless lives already sacrificed for the restoration of peace.

Now the same face both you and Kakashi have once mourned daily stood before the two of you as the initiator of said Shinobi War, a mocking smirk playing on his scarred features. If it wasn’t for the hints of a glint in his eyes and the tuff of raven hair sitting atop his head, even you would have trouble recognizing your own flesh and blood. Your brother.

Obito is here.

Obito is alive.

Obito never died.

Instead of returning home to you, returning home to your heartbroken grandma to be a family, he had long ago fallen into a path of darkness, the very same one had always vehemently promised to defy. His features once painted in hope of becoming the Hokage of the very same village he now to bring under his forceful control, those very same features are painted into a harsh scowl, one that reeks of anger.

You feel utterly betrayed.

The only thing keeping you somewhat steady on your feet is the grip Hatake Kakashi has on your shoulder, his hand resting there with a harsh squeeze. It brings you down to earth, out of your spiral of inevitable madness created by the gleam in the eyes of the unrecognizable mad man before you.

You turn your head toward the silver-haired man, looking up at him all wide-eyed, an expression all too similar to the one you had on the faithful day, his expression mirroring your own. His mouth feels dry as he stares at you and as he swallows harshly, he feels the bile crawling up his throat.

His mismatched eyes, ironically enough more familiar than the maniac eyes of your supposed brother, travelled over your features to take them in. And just for a moment, Obito’s betrayal is pushed into the back of his mind, simply forgotten.

Instead, there is just you.

There is the way your brows are drawn into a harsh furrow, almost coming to meet in the middle, and the way your skin glistens from the beads of sweat forming on your forehead. Tears decorate your Sharingan eyes and your lips are twisted into a frown, one he wishes he could wipe off and replace with the smile you always wear when speaking of your brother.

Once, Hatake Kakashi had promised Uchiha Obito to take care of his little sibling.

The day said Uchiha turned out not to be dead at all, Kakashi determined that it was your older brother all along he had to protect you from.

The way you squeeze his shoulder back, a grim smile you managed to muster up staring back at him, that brings Kakashi out of his stare. It is not only he who had been betrayed by the supposed death of Obito, no, more so, it is a fate both of you are forever burdened to share.

It is a burden neither of you had ever chosen to carry.

The moment you meet your dear brother’s gaze you realize that Uchiha Obito is many things. He is a boy who died too many years ago in a war that shouldn’t have been his to fight, and the man that came out of what should have been an honorary death. Above all, however, no matter how this battle turns out, you know that Uchiha Obito is a traitor and never coming back to you.

[yu-huuuu]

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥;; 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦

[ 🌸 ] uchiha version

characters: itachi uchiha; obito uchiha; madara uchiha; sasuke uchiha; shisui uchiha

genre: fluff

warnings: none, fem!reader, umm mentions of the word v*gina i guess?, also mentions of menstrual pads annnd colics

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itachi uchiha

* oh boy

* itachi is a genius

*He really is

* But being a genius doesn't mean he knows what he should do with you sometimes

* Especially these days

*Fortunately, Itachi had the fortune to work with women in the past when he was in ANBU so you could say he has experience

* Are you experiencing mood swings because you don't like something? Itachi will take care of it right now, don't worry. Are you cold? “Come here my dear, I'll keep you warm until you feel better”

* He is a good cook, so he will make you something delicious for you to eat

* "Love? This is good?". "Yes, but... isn't that a lot of food?" "Not at all my love, I want you to feel good"

* Sometimes you think that he just wants to fatten you up with the large amount of food that he prepares for you

* Did you say chocolates? Do you want chocolates? Then just tell him the Brand and the flavor you want or any type of sweet you want

* Do you want ice cream?, Right now you gonna have it (it brings you ten different boats of ice cream in case you want a different flavor every day that you are in your days)

* Oh no, did the compress get cold? And the pain doesn't go away? Don't worry, he'll take care of it

"Hmm?, what are you doing Itachi?"

"Heh, don't worry love, it's just a little jutsu" said your beloved boyfriend as he put his big hand on your aching belly

"But what is it...? oh-", Just at that moment Itachi's hand began to heat up, apparently the compress would no longer be necessary ;)

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obito uchiha

*huh?

* Day of the month?

* Is today??

* Poor of you ;(

* No, but seriously, sweet boy who doesn't like to see his princess suffer ❤️

* "Hey love, I'm at the store to buy your menstrual pads, but what is the size of your vagina?"

* Innocent boy, please guide him

*He wants to help, but he doesn't know what to do

* "Does your belly hurt? What can I do?", “Can I hug you?”, “Are you sure I won't hurt you if I hug you?”

* Do you suffer from mood swings? Don't know what to do?, Don't worry!... he doesn't know what to do either :D

* Fortunately, this only happened the first time you had your period together.

* "Honey, I brought you chocolates and compresses.". “Thank you Obito”

* The boy does his best to take care of you and although he may not have known what to do the first time, he learns quickly.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you!"

"... you are too good, what did I do to deserve you?"

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madara uchiha

* “So… blood is coming out of your vagina. How it feels?”

* Another guy who doesn't know what to do with you

* Being raised in a clan where only strength and power mattered, and being raised in times of war... it's not like he had time to learn anything about this.

* Fortunately, he is willing to learn how to take care of you and treat you at this time of the month

* Do you want chocolate? You got it, do you want soft blankets? Right away

* He is giving orders to the servants from left to right to treat you like a queen

* He is hardly at home, unfortunately. Well, being the leader of the clan is not an easy task and unfortunately that keeps him away from you, but that's not why he's going to neglect you.

* He was very graphic about what he would do to himself if he neglected you or worse if someone did something to you

* "I'll beat myself up if you're not okay at the end of the day because of me." "Madara, darling... that's very cruel"

* He will make sure you are well and you assure him that it was more than enough ❤️

"Are you sure that blanket is okay?"

"Yes, Madara they are comfortable"

“Are you Sure? because I can tell the servants to bring you softer ones…”

"Madara just hug me"

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sasuke uchiha

*Knows something from the talk about the male and female body due to the academy, but still...

* "My belly hurts a lot..."

* -Sasuke having a mental breakdown internally- "what am I supposed to do?"

* You are patient? God bless you because he needs you to guide him

* the poor man is confused, why are there so many menstrual pads for different occasions? And why do you use tampons?

* "Sasuke, can you buy me tampons?". “Wouldn't that be rape? Why not a night pad instead? They are more comfortable and extra large”. “…”

* Yes, no… he's not the best at this, bUT he's doing his best

* The last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable

* After a full 3 hour explanation of tampons and your needs, he already knows what to do

* Oh, do you want a compress? Sure, just don't move, he doesn't want colic to attack you.

* Do you feel dirty?, he will accompany you to bathe

* Sasuke is a good boyfriend, he will take care of you and protect you, but he is still secretly afraid of tampons, he is afraid that tampons will hurt you.

"Sasuke, we've already talked about this..."

"I know."

"Tampons won't hurt me."

"I trust you, but still... I don't like the idea." calm your man's fears, please 😂

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shisui uchiha

* funny boy

* It will actually keep you happy during the day

* Had a bad time and now you're grumpy? Don't worry, he will tell you as many jokes as necessary along with lots of pampering

* “Do you feel bad, beloved? Where it hurts?"

* He buys you a lot of ice cream for you to eat

* Oh, do you want to watch your favorite movie? Now? No problem, you find the movie and Shisui will find the blankets and food

* He has some experience due to the fact that like Itachi he has had female teammates

* But that doesn't mean that he understands what your body is going through

* Even so he will do his best to treat you well

“Y/NNNN!, I brought ice cream”

"Oh my- Shisui thank you, can we watch my favorite movie again while we snuggle together?"

"Of course my love"

* In any case; I imagine that if their S/O asked them for a massage they would gladly give it to them lmao. also, i think im gonna do a part 2 with konoha boys mmm

[welkinsky]

Naruto Shippuden | Calling The By Their First Name

Requested By: @nanahatsugun <3 thanks for the ask!

Part 1: Kakashi, Naruto, Sasuke & Shikamaru

Neji

The guy ALWAYS has a cool demeanor and is rarely ever fazed by anything.

But this one time you two were training and he was teaching you a new move. What he loves to do is play around with you until you're super frustrated. Playfully of course.

But this time he took it too far. "Are you done?" you asked with a straight face to which he chuckled and said, "Yea yea now let's get to real training." But he tricked you again!

"Neji Hyuga!" You said standing back up. If you were not facing him you would have never realized the effect that it had on him. He completely froze for a second.

You never call him by his full name and are always sweet to him. And THAT is when he knew that he fucked up.

You couldn't hold in your laugh though heh it was too funny. Plus, you kinda felt bad for him. He never admits it when you tell the story to others and would pout a little when you do.

Itachi

Your relationship with Itachi is very mature & understanding to the point that you two rarely ever fight. It is always a discussion when any of you feel something is off and you get it sorted.

And since you both were away on missions most of the time you don't get to be together in the first place so when you do, you want to make it as good as you both could.

You both decided to meet in a nearby village to Konoha as your path were crossing in the missions. The decided time was afternoon but he didn't come, the evening went by and the night came and you were worried plus super frustrated because your partner was bugging you to move on with the mission.

As you sensed his Chakra and realized he was here you shouted "Itachi Uchiha you better have a good explanation."

He brought some flowers that he picked on the way which he dropped, lol he was so scared. You were the only one who can scare the shit out of the best of the best from Konoha.

Later he told you that he went to check on Sasuke and some of the leaf village ninjas got in the way so he had to fight a little. 

You felt bad later but didn't miss the chance to make fun of him later for his face was as still as a stone because of fear.

Not so much to your surprise he, of course, laughed along and admitted that he WAS scared for his life and genuinely haven't felt this in quite some time now.

Obito

He absolutely smothered you with love and had just the type of affection type that you wanted. A mix of physical touch plus an act of service. But he sometimes went too much with the act of service to the point you'd feel guilty about it.

You did tell him that it made you feel this way and he promised that he'll take care of it the next time.

This one time you told him that you loved this flower that you saw on the outskirts of the rain village when you were on a mission.

The next morning you woke up to your room FILLED with those flowers.

"Obito Uchiha" you shouted from your room assuming he was around somewhere. He got anxious thinking he did too much again.

You heard a weak "yes" from the kitchen. When you didn't answer he peaked from the door with just one eye peeping out.

"Come here" you demanded not facing him but the flowers. He figured that he went too far again.

But when you turned with tears in your eyes. He was relieved a little to know that they were tears of happiness.

Shisui

Shisui was the kind of guy who never really gave you any reason to be angry. You mention something once and he'll never do it again.

And your friends were huge fans of his. It was as if they kept tabs on him more than YOU did which was just funny to you at first.

But then it started to get annoying. They'd surround him taking nonsense and in their fake high-pitched voice when he was around.

He already was busy most of the time and never really got any time and whenever you two would hang out they will show up.

This one time it happened again. You waited, 10 mins passed by, 15 mins passed by and you were losing patience now. But you kept quiet because you knew that he was KIND OF a hero of this generation as he was so advance and people were fond of him, especially ladies.

But man oh man they were getting way too close. "Shisui Uchiha," you said as loud as you can making everyone go silent.

"I think we should go," he said bowing to everyone and taking your hand.

He started apologizing but before he could go any further, you stopped him. "I just wanted to get away from there, heh I'm not mad at you or anything," you said genuinely smiling.

Because with his politeness you two would be there for the next hour as well.

He let out a sigh of relief although he did say that you scared the shit out of him for a second there.

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[tired-biscuit]

Sneaky

Pairing: Obito Uchiha/fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ content [minors dni!!] modern au. stepcest, slight degrading, rough doggy. stepbrother!obito.

Word count: 5.8k

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“Obiii! Do you have anything cute I could wear?”

A SIGH puffs past Obito’s lips at the fluffy nickname you insist on using for him.

Pausing the game at your coy whining that’s steadily growing louder as you dash up the stairs and take them two at a time, the twenty-one-year-old Uchiha grumbles in annoyance whilst he sits up in his bed and straightens his spine that’s long since gone stiff from hours of remaining stuck in one position. 

The car he’s succeeded in stealing from an NPC freezes in the midst of the virtual road just as Obito tosses his controller to the side. He catches the blurring effect overlay the television screen before it coats the room with dim darkness. Meanwhile, you're already turning the knob and peeking inside his bedroom.

There’s a giddy glint of mischief swirling inside your irises which he can see even across the distance between you, despite the rather innocent quirk your mouth portrays in that exact moment. Reprising your role of the annoying little stepsister he’s never asked to have, you’re spelling nothing but trouble and seem to be set on irritating the crap out of him yet again. 

Great.

He gives you a glare as his gaze fixates on you; the ebony within his eyes hardening to sleek, dark ice which you’re pretty used to by now, much to his misfortune. “Can’t even bother to knock?”

“Didn’t feel like it.” Obito can see your smile grow into something a little less pure with the matter-of-fact tone you use as you step inside his bedroom without receiving any sort of invitation from him first-hand. “Besides, what do I even need to knock for? It’s not like you've got anything interesting to hide in this sad little man cave of yours.”

Obito huffs at the jab. He can already feel his nerves sparking with vexation from your presence alone as he scrubs both hands across his face to avoid showing the exasperation he's experiencing. He’s rubbing at both of his eyes; groaning and sighing until he can see stars of blue and violet behind his eyelids. “Oh, my god… You’re so funny.”

What he says is true, despite the sarcastic and rather bored tone he uses to lace his statement. He’s gotten to meet you officially only eight months ago; has been living with you for four, and not once during that time have you failed at coming up with a witty retaliation that could match - hell, even one up - his own. 

It’s a talent, really. Most people usually give in the moment they face the unyielding monster that is his stubbornness, because, well: he’s worse than an ox repeatedly slamming its head against the wall when it comes to sticking to his opinion. However, much to his dismay, it seems that you’ve managed to build yourself quite a hindrance in these measly couple of months of living with him.

“I’ll be here all night.” You brush him off with a flick of the wrist now, proving his point even further as you click the door shut and aim straight for his wardrobe. “It’d be my pleasure to entertain you, dear brother. Right after I raid your closet, though.”

Actually, you’d entertain him in more ways than one. But Obito doesn’t know that, of course. Come to think of it, neither do you. At least not truly, anyway.

The desire is hidden somewhere deep, deep down. Where even your conscience isn't able to reach.

“I’d rather not.” He’s silent for a second as if he’s mulling something over before he adds, “And I ain’t your brother.”

“Right.” He’s determined to remind you of that fact quite often. Your response is nothing but a shrug that is aimed in his direction, even though your back is turned towards him now. “Your loss.”

“Is it?”

His question makes you still your search through his hoodies for a brief second before you sigh and bend over to go through the lower shelf that’s practically cluttered with clothes he doesn’t wear all that often. You furrow your brow and bite your lip absent-mindedly as your fingers trace the untidy stack of thick cotton that’s nearly all in the exact same shade of navy blue. “And what do you mean by that, my beloved Obi?”

Unbeknownst to you, your so-called ‘beloved’ stepbrother is watching the way your pastel pink gym shorts tighten around the curve of your ass with the movement as you lean even further into his wardrobe to grab a sweater that’s hidden way in the back. The manner in which the spandex pinches both sides of your juicy thighs until he can see the slight cinching of the plush flesh is fury-inducing to a man like him who’s into legs.

He forces himself to look up from the smooth back of your thighs and calves, but all he can see now is the round shape of your plump pussy. He’s literally able to make out the hole from how noticeably the bubblegum pink fabric dips slightly inwards. It’s like a goddamn ravine of the most adorable design. 

And Obito feels bad, perhaps even dirty, for wanting to trek it with his fingers and tongue. All until you’d start to wiggle your hips and mewl like a little kitten against him; asking him for more, calling him a good big brother for taking such good care of that needy little pu-

For fuck’s sake, are you doing it on purpose?! Is the way you jiggle your ass right in front of him just another ploy to provoke him like you’ve been doing ever since moving into this godforsaken house? It’s not the first time it’s happened; these tension-inducing moments that arouse sin within his mind no matter how much time has passed, as well as the fact that he’s tried to not look and act upon them. 

And God knows that he’s tried. Yes, even when he’s heard you moaning quietly on the other side of the wall late at night before the buzz of your vibrator finally died down. Before you finally came - all on your own, without his help. Even then.

“I just… Uh…” Obito clears his throat; swallowing the runny saliva as his expression darkens into something a bit more troubled. The shadows would have literally been visible on his face, had it not been for the dim lighting of the room and the late hour to accompany it when he utters, “I don’t see any advantages to being your brother, is all.”

“Wow.” All he can see is your right eye and the half of your face that’s partially hidden by the curve of your shoulder as you turn to look at him. “Is there supposed to be an advantage? Or are you just trying to be plain mean again?”

‘There could be an advantage, if you’d let it happen,’ he thinks.

“I dunno, I asked you first,” he says instead, picking up the controller again. He spares you a glance the moment you stand up to your full height and show him the hoodie you’ve snatched like it’s a prize. He frowns at the way you press it against your chest and squeeze it real tight in excitement. “Make sure to give that back when you’re done wearing it. And don’t spray any of that shitty perfume on it like you did on my Nike hoodie last time.”

He couldn’t stop smelling it during class the last time he’d worn it. Couldn’t concentrate at all, not even when Kakashi - his stupid classmate/friend - had started looking at him all kinds of weird.

“Yeah, yeah,” you mumble as you put on the black oversized piece of clothing and check yourself in the mirror. “So strict... You’re nothing like dad.”

“My dad lets you do what you want, just so you’ll approve of him and take it easy on the whole marriage ordeal your mom can’t shut her mouth about,” he retaliates, enunciating the word ‘my’ to only give you more proof he doesn’t consider you family. “Where are you even going, by the way?”

The wink you give him is as sly as that of a fox as you fix the sleeves and prop your hands against your hips, “Why do you care?”

His expression is completely deadpan, even though his heart is jumping all over inside his chest at the tease you’ve just given him. “I never said I did.”

“Mhmmm,” you hum, smiling again. “Then why are you askin’, brother dearest?”

All Obito does is stare at you. And then he points at the door. “Out.”

He hates it when you call him that. Outright despises it, for some reason.

Your girlish laugh makes his brain tingle with something gooey and warm that shouldn’t be there as you skip towards the door. “If you must know, I’m heading to Sakura’s to watch a movie with a couple of friends.”

He dismisses you completely with a subtle wave of his hand as he turns towards the television again. “Aha.” In truth, he wants to ask what friends, what movie, when are you planning to come back home and with who, but he represses the urge. Of course he does.

“I’ll text you when I get there,” you chirp knowingly as your hand wraps around the doorknob. You notice the baseball cap that’s thrown on his desk. It's got his university's logo patched right in the front. “I'll be borrowing this, too. You don't mind… Right, Obi?”

“Aha,” he repeats dispassionately, even though his eyes flick towards the nightstand so that he can be positive he has his phone there. “Just make sure to give me my shit back the moment you step foot inside the house again. I’m not playin’ around, ‘cause last time you-”

“Bye, Obi!” His sentence is broken as you slam the door shut behind you.

“Did you hear what I just said? Hey! Airhead!” He shouts after you, but the only answer he can hear is the pitter-patter of your feet against the wooden stairs and your mischievous snickering. A proper she-devil you are; causing chaos to his already mayhem of a life.

The emoji of the pink, sparkly heart and the winky face you text him not a minute later as some lame sort of apology only causes Obito to grumble out loud. He turns back to his game with slightly redder cheeks than what would be considered the norm for him and with his body just a couple of degrees hotter than it was before you entered the room.

He’ll never admit to getting flustered over a text message from his stepsister. Will never admit that he’s just spent minutes staring and leering at that fine, peachy ass of yours; imagining all the ways he'd make it jiggle and clap.

Boom! - the memory of your curves stuffed in those tiny shorts makes him crash the car straight into a brick wall of pixels. He watches as the screen turns black whilst he toys with the pair of joysticks stuck to the controller. His digits feel somewhat sweaty as they slide across the smooth rubber over and over again.

He's quite skilled with his fingers from gaming so much. It's a shame he can't put them to good use. Like on that tiny nub of nerves between your legs.

“Ugh.”

Great. Just great. 

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That same night, Obito is awoken by multiple repetitive nudges to the cheek.

It’s been ages since you’ve left, the late hour is even later and he’s tossing and turning to the side in his bed now; trying to swat your hand away with a lazy drawl of a groan that’s voiced only because you’re so fucking persistent at pestering him.

He hears your giggle the moment he forces his heavy eyelids open after some much-needed effort. You’re leaning over him: your face is hovering mere inches from his own as you watch him in the dark, lips puckered around the plastic stick of the sucker you’re licking at absent-mindedly whilst studying his sharp features. The only source of light is the meek sliver of orange from the street lamp outside his window. It splashes the side of your face to the point that he can see that same glint inside your irises he's seen hours ago.

“What… Mm, what d’you want?” He sounds so sleepy as he draws out the vowels; so deep and raspy - husky. It sends a chill trickling down your spine like it’s a surge of cold water weaved with chunks of ice in-between. If the popping and crackling of burning logs had a voice, it’d be this one.

It’s so improper to feel turned on by the sound of your stepbrother’s morning - does it count as morning already? - voice, but it’s not like you can control it.

His cheek is still warm from sleep as you nudge him again, prodding the bone underneath the soft skin in an attempt of averting your attention from your troubled thoughts. “I brought you your hoodie back, Obi.”

Obito nods before he buries his face further into the pillow. Of course you'll listen to what he says only when it suits you. “And the cap?”

Silence meets him. And then: “Oh, shit.”

He sighs as he looks up at the ceiling, and even though he already knows the answer, he still asks: “Mm?”

“I forgot it at Sakura’s,” you admit quietly, exhaling deeply in apology. “I’m sorry. I’ll get it back first thing tomorrow… I promise!”

You’re expecting him to be angry. To be scowling up at you and starting one of those annoying-ass monologues of how irresponsible you are and that he’s never letting you borrow his stuff again; that you’ll need to pry it from his cold, dead hands if you ever wish to wear it again in this lifetime and how much you suck - all that typical jazz. 

But all he does instead, is blink tiredly as he mutters a nonchalant, “Fine.”

You watch the fluttering of his thick eyelashes before he lifts his hand and rubs at his eye. The one that he keeps open is still glazed over with a film of slumber that makes the ebony shade within hazy and blurry at first glance. His pupil is so big, even though you can barely distinguish it from the iris from how matching in colour it is.

“Fine?” You stare down at him in pure astonishment as you keep inhaling his musky scent. Every shallow breath is only unknowingly drawing you closer to him - to your fucking stepbrother.

Obito smells like pine; you’ve noticed it the first time you’ve borrowed - stolen - his hoodie. His scent is potent and sticks to your skin and hair, no matter how long you wear the clothes. It reminds you of the soil underneath your feet, the moss, the roots and the earth itself - like a gloomy morning full of thick air and promises of rain. In all honesty, it makes it hard to concentrate, but you still manage to whisper, “So, you’re not angry with me?”

He looks up at you, eyeing the strawberry lollipop that’s dangling from your bottom lip and coating the inner edge of your pouty mouth a bright red. His voice is merely a hushed whisper of his own as he replies, “No, m’not.”

You don’t know what kind of lewd god possesses you in that moment that makes you pull out the lollipop from your mouth and press it against his lips gently, and yet you’re doing it anyway. Shame.

“Here,” you mumble, coaxing him to take the sweet, “as an apology, since I’ve got nothing better to give ya.”

Obito can see the sheen of your drool coating the sucker; can feel it wetting his lips as you keep pressing it against his mouth. He’s twenty-one, and yet he can’t help but think of it as an indirect kiss, like he's eight again. And perhaps he’s still too brain-dead from sleep, or simply because it’s one in the morning and secrets are spilled easier late at night, but he catches himself saying, “You’ve got plenty of things you could'a given me, if you wanted to.”

Your fingers nearly tremble as you watch him part his plush lips and accept the lollipop the moment the words are out and dangling in the open space between you like some inviting bait you can't help but paw at curiously. 

And it’s the way his lips wrap around it; the way you catch the tip of his pink tongue glide over the sugar before he sucks it into his mouth that makes your insides all jittery and jelly-like. That makes you outright start ogling at him now.

“Yeah?” You swallow thickly when he looks away and sits up. He looks so unbothered; sighing and stretching his strong limbs until his white t-shirt is riding up his toned stomach. So tired in all the right, appealing ways. Staring at him like this, you wonder if your saliva matches his own when it comes to sweetness. The indecent thoughts make the needle of your moral compass twitch and falter as you speak again, “Like what, for example?”

Twitch, twitch, twitch. His own needle is pushing downwards in the exact same manner. “You could play with me.”

He can see your eyes widen. “Wh-What…? Play with you?”

It’s the first time he’s managed to make you stutter. To make you unable to retaliate and cut him swiftly with a clever comeback. If he weren’t still half asleep, perhaps he’d feel somewhat proud. Perhaps he'd even let the smirk ghost over his lips. “Play GTA with me… You woke me up, so it’s the least you can do.”

Oh… Oh.

You’re not sure if the rock that’s lifted from your heart at his answer is a good thing or not. Still, you linger on his bed; bare knees sinking into the firm mattress as you tilt your head to the side. “You want to play GTA? Like, right now?”

No, he wants to spend time with his bratty little stepsister. “Mhmmm.”

“Well,” you mumble, making yourself comfortable, ”all right, I guess… But you’ve gotta teach me the controls! I have a life, unlike you, ya know.”

Obito yawns before placing the sucker back into his mouth again. “Sure.”

Oh, he’ll teach you, all right.

—

“Okay, now I get why you play this all the time. It’s pretty fun.”

Your giggle is soft to reach Obito’s ears twenty-five minutes later as you keep swiveling the tiny Smart car you’ve managed to steal across the entire virtual road, chuckling and muttering nonsense at how funny it looks: redecorated in an absurd shade of yellow and plastered with stickers from top to bottom.

“Yeah,” your stepbrother drawls lazily, head tipping back against the headboard of the bed without much interest. “Fun.”

You’re lying on your stomach right beside him and he simply can’t stop staring at your ass. It’s just so cute, looking like a plump little peach; all tight and firm from the way your legs are stretched out and your toes are curling subtly into his white bed sheet every once in a while you come close to dying in the stupid video game and you're trying to focus. You’re like a delicious meal - splayed out right next to him, too busy staring at the screen to realize how hungry his stare has gotten. It’s like you’ve been served on a silver platter. 

Just for him. All for him.

God, what he wouldn’t give to place his hand on you. To dig his fingers into the fat of your thigh and just make you whimper and plead for more. To feel the spandex of those tiny shorts you insist on wearing rubbing against him; a horny, lonely male still full of vigour.

But instead, Obito places his hand on his own thigh. He bends his knee as he inches it up and rests it on the bulge that’s straining his light grey sweatpants. He sighs when he feels the friction. Resists a groan when his fingers curl around his cock right over the cotton. It’s thick, but he can still feel the pressure even over the single layer. Even more, because he isn’t wearing any underwear underneath.

Is he seriously going to jerk it to his stepsister? While she's right there - next to him? It’s so wrong… But why does it feel so right? So good?

“Fuck yeah!” Your celebratory whisper-shout causes your ass to push high into the air as you finish the race and wave the controller around. The smug look you give him over your shoulder makes his heart hammer inside his ribcage as he immediately drops his hand back to his side.

No self-love tonight, it seems.

But his cock is just so damn hard. It twitches and throbs; especially when your tongue pokes out past your bottom lip to tease him further. “Did you see that? Did you see how well I did? I only drove over one hooker, hah.”

No, he didn't. Sadly, Obito was too busy staring at your ass and imagining how snug his dick would be in-between those plush cheeks. How good it'd feel if he spread them apart and pushed his cock into that sopping hole underneath. Until you'd be crying from how full your pussy would become with him.

“Yeah,” he mutters quietly. His eyes are so glossy that the glaze reminds you of the liquid eyeliner you use from time to time. “You did great. Just one hooker is great.”

“You fucker,” you grumble, kicking his leg, “you weren’t even watching.”

“Sure I was,” he immediately lies through his teeth, sucking in a sharp breath at the surge of pain. “I’ve seen it all.”

“Liar.”

“Call me that again,” he says, tone somber and dark all of a sudden. “I dare you.”

You pucker your lips before a naughty smirk smooths them right back down. “Lia- Ah!”

The squeal you let out sounds a bit too loud with the late hour when he grabs your foot to stop you from causing him any more ache when you try to hit him again. His touch is ticklish but it is also overpowering. It sends tingles creeping up your neck, especially when his fingers wrap around your ankle when you try to escape him.

You’re laughing now; play fighting for some vaguely intimate reason that you’re both trying to conceal underneath the pretense of gaiety as you toss and turn around the bed. The game is long since forgotten. Just like your morals.

After all, in the midst of all the chaos: Obito has somehow managed to end up on top of you, finding improper comfort in the tight space between your legs as your thighs keep rubbing the sides of his waist every time his fingers dig into the sensitive spot right underneath your ribs.

The jab makes your back arch in the process. Makes him do it again and again. Oh god, he's so turned on by it that it makes him sweat.

Trying to keep quiet for your parents’ sake that are asleep downstairs, a gasp leaves you the moment your stepbrother presses a finger to your lips in a meek attempt to shush you. You’re staring up at him now - all doe-eyed and panting, with your hair all askew and with your chest heaving in that tight crop top that certainly leaves nothing to the imagination when it comes to fantasizing how your tits look like. Quite literally; he can see the two cute nubs poking against the fabric.

Obito sounds breathless as he says, “What?”

The outline of his dick is so visible through his sweatpants, and yet you can’t bring yourself to say what you’re thinking about. Can’t admit it - not even in the safety of the darkness to surround you. 

The poor Uchiha is completely red in the face from all the movement as he keeps looking down at you all puzzled; his shoulders rising and falling in the same unsteady rhythm of his inhales and exhales that push past his parted lips. 

He’s wound up so close to you that you can smell the sugary strawberry on his breath and see the way the artificial colouring has tinted the inside of his mouth. Christ, he looks so innocently charming like this, despite his rather rugged appearance. So fucking sweet - all sunshine and daisies.

And somehow; for some unknown, inexplicable reason, he looks even sweeter when he swallows audibly the moment you place a soft kiss on his finger pad and twirl your tongue right across the print without any sort of explanation or warning. Just the way his Adam's apple bobs inside his throat is enough to get you going.

And somehow; for some even more foreign, unfathomable reason, you look just as lovely as he shoves his digit even deeper into your mouth, as if in silent agreement. As he pushes it in right to the knuckle - until you’re sucking on it in the same manner you did on the lollipop you’ve shoved into his mouth half an hour ago and that he’s long since chewed away.

The tension between you is so thick that it makes it hard to breathe properly. At long last, you’ve finally both acknowledged its presence. To say that you feel on edge would be an understatement.

Especially when he leans in even further and traces the length of your entire bottom lip with the tip of his finger that’s covered in your drool now. When he looks at you with eyes that you can swear burn crimson in colour, or perhaps it’s just the darkness and your nerves playing tricks on you.

Must be that. Why on earth would his eyes turn red, after all? Better yet: how?

You loose a petrified sigh when his thumb hooks underneath your chin and he tilts your head upwards to make you look at him better. To make you share the same breath with him, that you're both secretly yearning to exchange.

His voice sounds so small and hesitant as he whispers, “Why are you here this late, y/n? In my room; at one in the morning?”

And you just can’t bring yourself to answer. Well, at least not by using words.

So you kiss him instead.

Neither of you thinks about anything in particular the moment your fingers curl around the collar of his t-shirt and tug until his lips are crashing against your own clumsily, and your tongue finds its way into his strawberry-coated mouth. You’re just panting; groaning down each other’s throats and trying to grab a hold of each other as tightly as you can.

You both know that what you’re doing is wrong, but god fucking damn it - you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel good. So good, in fact, that you just keep going. That you keep touching and rocking against each other, sweating and nearly purring like two happy kitties from the wanton friction that’s beginning to buzz between your hot and bothered bodies.

You continue to relish the unfamiliar sensation as his breathing picks up and you begin to mewl when those big, rough hands, that you’ve subtly been eyeing during the entirety of every family dinner, begin to explore your body in awkward, albeit determined gropes. 

He’s attempting to fondle and feel every single one of your curves, whilst still tasting your saliva just as fervently. And perhaps you’d laugh at how boyishly enthusiastic he is with it, if you weren’t stuck in the same boat as him; stroking his broad shoulders and scratching the nape of his neck with your pretty fingernails over and over again.

Everything is a blur as you begin to practically tear each other’s clothes off. As your crop top finds its rightful place on the floor of his bedroom, and his hot mouth finds your neck; latching and sucking on the sweet spot just underneath your jaw and blessing you with a hickey you’ll have to somehow figure out a way of hiding from your mother in the morning.

Neither of you wastes time with romance. Any form of tenderness is too risky and needs to be dealt with quickly, if you wish for the curiosity to be appeased and the urge to be satisfied with zero mishaps and no surprise visits from your parents.

So you find yourself lying on your stomach once more, but this time with the weight of your stepbrother pressing you flat against the mattress and those tempting shorts dangling around your ankle, along with your black thong. All until your cheek is flushed against his bed and a lewd mixture of your drool and tears is dotting the bed sheet that smells just as intoxicating and delicious as him.

Honestly, it’s like you’re being hugged by him from the top and bottom. Every inhale feels sacred as you keep filling your lungs with his scent. As he fills you up in return.

“Obiii,” you whine needily, clawing at the duvet that’s somehow managed to find its way underneath your hands. “Oh-...! Oh, fuck!”

“Shh, shh,” Obito soothes you like a good big brother, even though his cock is practically splitting you in half as he tries to stuff all of it into your tight little hole that simply refuses to stretch enough to accept him wholly. “Please keep quiet, cutie. I love your pretty moans, but please... We’ll get, ah… Fuck, you’ll get us in trouble if you keep bein’ so loud.”

“I can’t!” You cry out, as your hips quicken their adorable wiggling underneath him. “Ca-... Can’t keep quiet.”

“You gotta try at least… Gotta try and lemme in, too,” he mumbles in reply as he kisses your naked shoulder blade. You feel the saliva to coat your skin when his teeth graze over the bone. It’s like a mark. One you’re too ashamed to admit you’d be proud to wear.

He’s breathing so heavily against your shoulder that the warmth makes goosebumps erupt all over your arms. Especially when he says: “Be good and listen to your-... Your brother, okay?”

He knows what’s best for you.

The sentence nearly makes you explode into a million little pieces of pleasure that will never get a chance of connecting again. There’s a kink hiding somewhere within it; grinning at you wolfishly and coaxing you to explore it with your greedy little hands. With your lips. Mouth. Every other hole, too.

Your body feels like it's on fire because of it.

But try all you might, you seriously can’t help when it comes to making noise. The stretch his dick gives you burns hot as you lift your hips and arch your back to take more of him, however it feels just as good. He’s going in completely raw and hasn’t even given you any foreplay, and yet your cunt is drenched to the brink of embarrassment from just kissing him; walls eager to be stroked and spoiled by the love of his fat cock.

Perhaps you’re wet and ready because you’re not supposed to be doing this. Because you’re not supposed to know how your stepbrother’s cock feels inside you, and yet here you are: a naughty, dirty girl squeaking and whimpering like a slut from feeling so full with it.

“Fucking prancin’ ‘round in those shorts like you own the place,” he says, his voice low and dangerous like the rumble of thunder before a storm. “Testin’ me all the fuckin’ time… God, you're such a bad little sister.”

Excuse his lack of manners, but Obito is nearly losing his mind above you from having to call you such a filthy term, as well as how you react to it the way you do. His hand is shaking as it grips the back of your neck the moment he at long last manages to bottom out within you, and as the waistband of the grey sweatpants, that he still has hanging loosely around his hips, struggles to stay in place with the single, harsh thrust he gives you now.

The push makes the tip of his cock shove past that barrier of tight muscles that’s protecting your cervix, making it too painful for you to endure. Jesus, he’s massive. So thick and heavy inside you, that you’re starting to feel like you’re going to die the most blissful death known to humankind if he doesn't start to move soon.

Your head shoots up at the sensation; at the pang of ache that makes your eyes cross so intensely that those begin to hurt, too. You’re lucky - so damn lucky that he’s smart enough to cover your mouth with his hand the moment a high-pitched scream bubbles up your throat and slips right past your adorably ‘o’ shaped mouth.

The salt of your tears drips down to his knuckles. Trickles right to his wrist.

“Hah… You’re-... Mmh.” He laughs now - laughs as he watches you squirm and writhe underneath him; plump ass jiggling and bumping against his abdomen just like he’s imagined it would as he pulls back and slams right back home inside your adorable cunt again. He can see the glimmer of slick and can hear the squelch. God, you’re like a porn star, but better.

And he's like a bear; so big and strong to hold you in place as he paws at your tight body.

Obito wants to tell you that you feel good, he truly does. He wants to tell you that you look so fucking pretty like this: all disheveled and sweaty and panting as you keep squeezing his dick and leaking warm, milky arousal all over it just because he’s inside, inside, inside, but he simply can’t. He can’t even form words from how overwhelmed he feels, much less fathom the entire situation and if it truly is happening.

So he shows you instead. 

He shows you by fucking you into the mattress the moment you stop crying; with his massive hand clamping over your mouth the entire time as his fingers painfully prod at your gums in-between every thrust. He shows you with the swing of his hips, with the way his cock forces its way into you nice and hard and deep. With his heavy panting to brush against your earlobe with every ragged breath, and every incoherent mumble of a particularly nasty curse you’ve never heard him use before.

Obito gives you his all - well, as much as he’s able to without waking the entire goddamn house, though he still makes you sweat and cry and drool and gush during the entirety of it. How his hips drill into your own is mind-numbing and dopamine-inducing. You’re literally not able to think straight from the way he’s pounding into you now - even less capable of collecting your fuzzy mind into something decent.

“You ain’t my sister,” he mumbles at some point whilst you’re orgasming and spilling your love all over his cock for a second time in the rough span of ten minutes. The veins atop his knuckles are prominent as he squeezes the back of your neck and smiles against your temple. “You’re my bitch.”

Unbeknownst to you, his gaze glows like embers in the night as he watches your face contort into pure, divine pleasure the moment you sink it further into the bed sheet at the derogatory term. The action just makes you push your ass higher into the air. Your legs are trembling, but you insist on being good for him, just so that he’ll make you cum for a third time.

Still high in the midst of immoral bliss, you fail to notice that he’s already called you his.

Sneaky little Uchiha. So possessive.