The Leaf Village State of Mind
Second fic I wrote for @obito-week . Special thanks to my friend @kaiyaki-sano for picking random number to help me combine the prompts.
Warnings: 18+ SMUT; minors do not interact! modern day band AU; breaking rules; in love with a celebrity; flirting; kissing; slight dirty talking; reader is assertive; Obito gets a bit shy and submissive; vaginal sex; use of condom; masturbation (female); overstimulation; doggy style; missionary but standing up; implied second date. cross-posted on Ao3 Wc: 3.1k
▪️▪️▪️ Obito Uchiha x female reader ▪️▪️▪️
Bass guitarist of The Ballads Ninjas, Obito Uchiha was loved by most, hated by many and craved by everyone. His looks were to literally die for—a few fans occasionally fainted during the band’s concerts when Obito flashed his perfect set of teeth to the crowd. He usually didn’t accompany the lead singer, but true fans knew that his voice was divine. The only time Obito was the singer was when “The Leaf Village State of Mind” was next up in their performance. He had written that song all by himself in secret, the entire band fell in love with it and even the lead singer admitted the lyrics simply didn’t sound as good as when Obito sang them.
There you were, in the front row, like you’ve always been ever since the band had assembled. You adored their songs, their shows, the content they kept putting online, but out of it all, you adored Obito. When you realised how many things you knew about that boy, you tagged yourself as a stalker. You thought you were obsessed with him, like one of those desperate fans. But it was on that day when Obito replied to one of your comments under an Instagram post that you surprised yourself by how casually you reacted.
The post was on the band’s official page, yet Obito replied to you from his personal account. You exchanged a few comments in a thread but you only felt butterflies when he replied with “I wish all our fans would be as chill as this girlie” with a finger pointing up emoji and a sparkling heart next to it.
In a momentary impulse, you asked to follow his personal account. When he didn’t accept it, you thought he was just another stuck-up, full of himself celebrity. Next morning you woke up to a request to follow from a certain Obito. It wasn’t the account he had replied to you from, and after you checked it, you debated whether it was legit. He only had 5 followers, two posts with vague photos of some male hands and a bass guitar and commercial pages at “Following”. You accepted the request out of curiosity. He didn’t double tap any of your pictures, nor replied to your stories, so you found it peculiar. SInce you were more ballsy than most girls, you sent a message to the account.
“Tell me three things only the OG fans know about you, Obito.”
The “seen” sign appeared instantly, but you received a response a few minutes later. You bit your bottom lip reading the words and quickly became aware of your increasing pulse when you realised you were actually talking to the real Obito Uchiha.
“1. I saved a puppy from in front of a car in highschool. Only talked about it once in a instalive at 3 am with a maximum dozen of participants. 2. I hate chilli peppers and eating one by mistake in public made me tear up in front of cameras. 3. I used the word “girlie” only once in my life. With you.”
Once you got your confirmation, you double tapped the message but didn’t text him more. He was a celebrity after all, maybe he was just messing around by following random people to give them empty hopes. Or maybe you were wrong. However, you continued to follow their content, to go to their concerts etc. etc. you and only you knowing Obito was at a text distance away. All their other fans standing next to you were highly inferior to you.
“If I was your Rock Bass” followed by “The Leaf Village State of Mind” always succeeded in putting you in the best mood possible. Shisui, the lead singer, would touch your heart with the love song, making you and a bunch of other girls sway around hugging yourselves. And then, oh, then followed Obito who sang about a life free of problems and concerns in far away land, a simpler, happier life, where no one would fear the future. You wanted to live in that world, with him if possible.
When the song ended, Obito winked at the mesmerised crowd and since you were right by the stage, his eyes fell on you. In a brief moment, you noticed his brows rising, as if he recognised you, so you smiled in return. The middle performance break followed right after that song, and when you saw Obito looking back into the crowd as the band left the scene, you just had to find a way backstage. In all honesty, you always bought tickets with backstage access, but the length you felt like going to that day was far beyond the things permitted by that ticket.
Minutes later, with a foreign hat on your head, hiding away your hair, and with a jacket over your top, you walked around the corridors behind the scene. The yellow message on your borrowed jacket spoke loud enough to by-passers, granting you undisputed passage. You walked casually down the hallway, with a certainty in your eyes that could not be questioned, but once you found yourself in front of the door saying “Bass guitar” your knees felt weak.
No one saw you going in. That was a good thing. You made sure to silently lock the door behind you in order not to scare the man inside. He had talked from somewhere deeper into the room, asked who came inside, but only silence returned to him. Confused by the situation, Obito came forth himself and was shocked to see you disguised in the staff.
“What are you doing here?” He asked, lowering the water bottle from his lips.
“I had to meet you in person,” you said, taking off the ugly baseball-type hat.
“I’m not going to lie, I’m surprised. You’re not the first one who tried to reach my cabin, but you’re the first one to have succeeded.”
“Oh, why thank you,” you cooed.
“So what is it that you want? An autograph? A selfie? Some unique and signed merch?”
Obito seemed used to that type of behaviour and it felt weird. You used to think of yourself as someone special. You liked to think that you were the one to truly and honestly love Obito Uchiha. You didn’t want to be like all the other people and, what was more important, you wanted to show him that.
“That’s trivial. What I want is more important than that,” you admitted.
“Oh, really?” He asked in a sarcastic tone, reclining against the vanity mirror close by. “And what would that be? Do you want to blow me or something?”
“What?! No,” you rejected the idea, frantically shaking your head. “I want a hug from you.”
Obito watched you completely dumbfounded for a few seconds. He received countless dms, thirst tweets, emails, letters, calls from girls who wanted to kiss him, be used by him in any way he wanted, carry his babies, swallow his cum, let him walk all over them and a whole other bunch of nastier and dirtier things, but he had never been asked for a hug. He shivered at the idea of something as gentle and beautiful as a hug. The young celebrity placed his bottle on the edge of that pretty desk and took a step towards you.
“That won’t hurt anyone. Unless you have a weapon and will kill me.”
“Kill you? I love you, why would I want to harm you?” You were quick to retort.
But just as quickly you walked into Obito’s open arms, crossing yours around his waist and sinking your face into his chest. You were more beautiful than he remembered from all the posts and stories he had seen on your profile. Obito smiled, holding you in the hug and leaning his cheek on the top of your head. You enjoyed the way his body felt under your touch—you knew he was hot and beefy, you had seen it both live and in all the photos, but feeling those muscles really gave you the full experience.
“I like this, you know?” Obito said, swaying your body to the sides a bit. “I might not let you go too soon.”
Obito was joking, of course, he wouldn’t force anyone into anything, but deep down he really wished you wouldn’t want to leave the hug either.
“Then don’t let me go,” you mumbled, face squished on his pectorals.
The hug lasted for long, it became warm and more intimate by the second, even though none of you two moved in any way. You could hear his breaths and feel his heart beats propagating through your own chest and you couldn’t suppress your smile.
“Thank you,” you whispered, lifting your head to look at Obito.
“Thank you as well,” Obito replied, looking down at you with a soft look on his face.
Truth be told, he felt very good in those moments. Obito couldn’t remember the last time he felt that good without anything sexual being included. Everyone wanted to have fun with him. He had numerous girls come to him out of their own free will, please him in any way he wanted to, never really asking anything in return from him. But you, you were so different, so warm and nice and pure. He just loved holding you in his arms like you were made out of porcelain. Obito smiled at you again, kept silent only because he wasn’t sure what was best to say in such a delicate moment, but when you started laughing, he blushed.
“Come on, you’re not seriously that soft, are you?” You teased him, pulling at the strings of the hoodie he was wearing.
Obito didn’t reply anything; he felt like he had been caught red-handed, so he just looked away. There was something about you that screamed power; he wasn’t afraid of you, he just felt like if you asked something, he wouldn’t be able to deny it. Unfortunately for him—or fortunately?—you caught the sense of that easily and made good use of it.
“What is it? Did I make the Obito Uchiha shy? Hm?” You asked, brushing the tip of your nose under his chin.
“No…” He lied, nevertheless unable to part from your proximity.
“You sure? ‘Cause you look quite tense to me,” you continued, trailing your fingertips up and down his chest.
“I can tell you what’s really tense,” Obito retorted, trying to regain his dominant stance through a dirty implication.
“I can handle that if that’s what you want,” you continued in the same tone, lowering one of your hands from his hips to the front side of his pants. “But I didn’t come for this, though,” you added and pulled away from the hug.
For a moment, even though he didn’t want to believe that you faked the earlier interaction and sex was the real reason you came to him, Obito felt disappointed. His body wouldn’t protest if it were for the two of you to fuck, but he somehow liked the hug more. When you ripped yourself from the hug, Obito’s first reaction was to catch and pull you back.
“Don’t go,” he said, rubbing a thumb to your cheek.
The way he jerked you back scared you. You were suddenly not sure anymore whether you knew the real Obito or not. After all, you had never met him in person and everyone could fake their identity and personality when online, right? But Obito turned out to be so gentle to you. He admired the colour and shape of your eyes, he brushed a rebel hair strand away from your forehead, smiled when the pad of his finger swiped over your lips.
“I would like to kiss you. Would you let me do it?” Obito asked, with a palm on your cheek and the other pressing on your middle back.
If you were an anime character, your eyes would glimmer and tremble from the intense emotions speeding through you. You’d see faint cartoonish hearts float around Obito’s head and his blush would appear as short parallel red lines on his cheeks. The silly thought made you giggle and look down, which made Obito seek your eyes again, lowering his face.
“Yes, you can kiss me, Obito,” you said, locking eyes with him.
Faster than a hummingbird’s flight, Obito pressed his lips to yours. You circled his neck with your arms and stood on your toes. He encased your middle and upper body with his arms, glueing himself to you. The kiss started off slow, lips getting accustomed to each other’s taste, tongues remaining shy to meet, and breaths mingling. However, once you became familiar with each other’s bodies, the intimacy changed the repertoire.
You clawed at the man’s shoulders, wrinkling his hoodie. He hesitated to advance at first, but as your breaths became heavier, Obito lowered his palms to your ass cheeks. He squeezed them, enjoying the way your plush filled his hands and wished there was no clothing in between. A few seconds into that heat and Obito broke the kiss. He didn’t want to make a wrong call or overstep any lines.
“Why did you stop?” You asked, pouting.
“Well, a kiss is a kiss, I didn’t want it to escalate.”
“Do you want it to escalate?”
“I… I do but…”
“Kiss me. Now,” you said in a serious tone.
Your words didn’t sound like any other he had heard. They weren’t “Obi, I want to kiss you so badly”, like other fans whined, but a command to kiss you. A new sensation stirred in Obito and after a short tilt of his head to the right, he resumed the kiss. You hummed in the kiss and pulled at his body. You surprised Obito when you lifted your leg up but he complied with the suggestion and grabbed you under the thigh.
“Good boy,” you mumbled between his lips. “Now lift me up somewhere and prove to me that big dick energy.”
Needless to say, your words got Obito rock hard. No one had ever talked to him like that but he discovered in an instant how much he loved it and how mad it drove him. He did as asked and you found yourself on top of the vanity mirror behind you. The objects on it clattered when he placed you there and you reached to catch them by instinct, but Obito caught your hands and crossed them on his nape.
“Fuck those, focus on me, please,” he requested, catching your mouth in yet another heated kiss.
“Fuck me, not those,” you joked, spreading your legs wider apart.
At this point, Obito realised you had him subdued. He was ready to do everything you asked of it, down to the smallest detail. The speed with which he untied his pants while rummaging for a condom in the drawer at the same time made you giggle. You got off the table to remove your clothes as well—all while wishing you had worn a skirt instead, maybe next time? Before you knew it, Obito turned you around, and bent you over the table until your breath could fog the mirror. You silenced your moan when he entered you and then had to hold onto the table edge to withstand the power of his thrusts.
You arched your back when he gripped your love handles; you stuck your face to the mirror when he bent over you to kiss behind your ear and the side of your neck; you tried to close your legs when his fingers found your clit and started to abuse it. Obito was dedicated to giving you the best sex of your life and the way your body reacted to all his touches had him drunk in love with you.
“I want to see you,” you demanded, reaching a hand behind to pull at his hair.
With no hesitation, Obito pulled out and turned you around. The table was cold under your thighs, but you didn’t get to feel too much of it because Obito dragged your body close to the edge. He looked straight into your eyes when he pushed back inside and the way your jaw dropped open at the new angle filled him with pride.
He fucked into you with dedication, held you close to him, making sure you wouldn’t fall, slip or hurt in any way. You devoured Obito’s lips in one feverish kiss after another, clung onto his shoulders in your desperation to rub against him. It was the first time Obito felt pleased by pleasing someone else and he showed it to you. Your moans and mewls passed through your lips’ barrier and you slapped a palm to your mouth. The last thing you wanted was to get found out and kicked out by guards, even though you thought that maybe Obito wouldn’t allow such a thing.
Obito had to return to the stage soon so, in order to make sure he wouldn't be late but wouldn’t let any business unfinished, he whispered in your ear words you had only dreamed of hearing from him:
“Please help me cum. Play with yourself.”
He had been submissive to you since the moment you entered his cabin, so it wouldn’t change much if you listened to him as well. Two long manicured fingers found your favourite place on your body and you were quick to bring yourself to the finish line. Switching from looking at your slick-smeared fingertips to your facial expressions, Obito gave his final pumps. He came short after you, huffing at the way you milked him dry even while overstimulated.
A few moments later, as you both tried to regain your normal breathing rhythm, someone knocked on the door. Obito snapped his head to the side but then looked at you with a smirk.
“Did you lock the door?”
“Of course I did. I didn’t want anything to bother our hug.”
Obito chuckled a bit at your innocent explanation, then helped you get down from the vanity mirror table. Napkins, hair brushes and clothes fixing later you fixed your disguise and headed to the door. Obito joined you, and right before you opened it, he placed a kiss on your nape.
“Don’t leave at the end of the concert, ok? I’d like to take you to dinner.”
You bit your tongue as you unlocked the door, happy that he was the one who wanted to spend time with you now, and led him down the corridor. You weren’t going to respond to him, but you sure hell were going to look for him after the concert. It just felt nice to keep him hooked on.
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