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Help me, I'm writing 3 stories at once, what is wrong with me
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Hi, hello, and welcome to the last entry for Naruto Advent Callendar! Today, obviously, is Obito's story :D
I won't say more, I just want to wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! <3
Prompt: Unexpected guest Pairing: Obito Uchiha x fem!Reader TW: Modern AU, past relationships, break up and makeup, makeup sex, angst with happy ending Word count: 3677 Summary: Your ex was the last person you thought you would see on Christmas Eve... The question was, what did he want now? Proofread by @kissmekakashi, thank you <3
NSFW, under the cut
The pile of dishes you just cleared from the table was intimidating, and if not for the big dishwasher, you would probably curse yourself for throwing such a big Christmas party for your family. Luckily, because of kids demanding some sleep after an exciting part of an eve that was unpacking presents and playing with them, they left fairly early, leaving you a good amount of time to clean this up, before the evening would end. Outside was dark already, only street lamps gave a bit of soft yellow light from old sodium bulbs that should have been replaced a long time ago; even without looking you were quite sure that the street was empty, without a soul wandering around in the silence and falling snow. And you couldn’t possibly suspect that you were wrong.
Just when you were about to take off your dress, a green one, with wide straps covering your shoulders, your doorbell rang, echoing in an empty apartment. Your first thought: one of the kids forgot something, a trinket they brought with themselves, or a present lost somewhere in the whole shredded papers and ribbons mess. So without even looking through the peephole, you opened the doors, having a wide slime only to drop it the moment you saw the man standing in front of you. It was less than a second you needed to recognize the black hair, and dark eyes stuck in your frame, with a half-opened mouth like, and blurred eyes, like he just saw a wonder, and you suddenly shivered whole.
“The fuck you’re doing here, Obito?” You spat out right away, not having the slightest intention to get in any conversation with him. Not now, not ever.
Not since you broke up with him, months ago.
“(Y/n)...-” The man started, wanting to say something more but his voice died in his throat.
“You’re drunk?”
“Wha- No? Why would I? I just saw the light-”
“If you’re here, you must be drunk. Or insane,” not really willing to hear any excuses, you interrupted him, raising your voice enough for it to echo through the corridor.
“Can you stop it? Can’t I just come to you and talk like-”
“Like? Like what? Like we are a couple? Like we were still together?” Now, you were almost screaming. Barely you saw him and you were angry and annoyed, with a desire to throw at him everything that had hurt back then, wishing that everything you ever felt - then and now, still - would be gone along with him. So you pulled out big guns right away. “If you wouldn’t look at other women, maybe we still would be together!”
“Can I at least come in, so you’ll scream at me inside, instead of waking up the whole building?” He was still calm, which was a surprise - Obito’s temper has shown many times during the time you were together. He was always the loud one, the impulsive one, with a big mouth and dozens of ideas back when he cared.
“Why do you even care?” You asked, angry but... somehow curious out of nowhere.
Spinning on your foot, you turned around from him and stepped deeper into your apartment, leaving the doors wide open. Inviting, yet still hostile. Wanting to hear what he has to say all of a sudden, and get rid of him.
Maybe.
Even if you wanted to hate him, even if you thought you hated him and you were over it… Somewhere in your heart, a small fire was lit, just a tiny one, fueled by the last bits of hope that suddenly emerged.
“Well it might surprise you,” he didn’t wait until you verbally invited him, Obito just shoved himself in, taking off his muddy shoes and wet coat, closing the doors behind him, “but I actually care.”
“Is this why you’re here? To all of a sudden tell me that you miraculously changed all of a sudden.”
“Maybe I did.”
“Mhm, look at me, believing you,” you snarled with venom and bitterness, remembering yourself every time he laid his eyes on your mutual friends. Every time you actually asked him to pay attention and to spend some time with you, and his phone buzzed announcing another message incoming, another few minutes or hours stolen. ‘I’ll just get this and I will be back at you’; he never was. “Tell that to Konan. Or Shizune, or Rin. Or whoever you already managed to date, bang or whatever, I don’t fucking care.”
“You don’t care?”
“No, I don’t. Why would I anyway?” You closed your arms on your chest, hoping that you will close away from him as well; creating another wall between you that would keep you two separated. Yet, the tears gathering in your eyes, the slightly twitching corner of your lips gave away unwilling emotions other than anger and will to hate. “You were more interested in friends than in me, so I guess you’ll be better with them.”
“I’m nothing, you don’t understand that, don’t you?! I’m! Nothing! Without! You!” Obito’s eruption was sudden, but not entirely unexpected. You knew that at some point into this unpleasant conversation it was to come. But you were expecting the outburst by the end of the conversation, by the moment when he would say that he doesn’t care if you don’t want to forgive him, he would leave and never come back. You thought he would say something like that, rather than a statement that he is nothing, and that just left you stunned quite a bit. “I won’t deny, I fucked up what we had! It was my fault because instead of cherishing what I’ve had, I was looking for… I don’t even fucking know what! And you’re speaking like I fucked anyone who I’ve met all as I forgot about you right away! But guess what, princess?! I couldn’t! Even if I went on a fucking date, I couldn’t think about anyone but you! It’s you who I constantly imagined seating on the other side with me!”
“And I’m supposed to believe that?!” Like hell, you were not going to let him win this one, even if you were on the brink of breaking. He was the one guilty here. He was the one who didn’t care enough to even consider how you felt every time he put more attention on everyone around but you. “For the few months before I’ve decided to end this, I felt like a third wheel! A meaningless addition to your life, the trash that you can just throw out-” That was it, your voice broke into a sob you were trying to hold back as much as you could, “so I thought it would be better if I just end it, and try to live my life without you.” Holding yourself you tried to maintain in one piece, not to start crying so openly in front of him trying to chase away the thoughts of needing to be comforted by anyone.
He must’ve thought that he overstepped somewhere and gained such a reaction. Even if he was on the brink of crying himself, Obito took a deep breath, calming down a bit, to open his mouth again. “(Y/n)-” He started but you didn’t let him finish.
“You have no idea how I suffered!” You screamed, on the top of your lungs, bringing much as much spite you had; spitting it out, pouring it, releasing it from every corner of your body, along with tears streaming down your face.
Along with that, you did one thing you would never suspect yourself of being capable of raising your hand on anyone - until that day. You realized what happened only after the loud slap echoed oddly loud in your apartment, and Obito started to hold his cheek with surprise. He, as well as you, was equally stunned.
“You can do it as much as you want - I deserve it,” he said after a moment when he moved his jaw a little measuring if your act didn’t hurt more than a surface of his skin. But somehow, that slap unloaded the tension, the nervousness, and suspense of what would happen next. “I suffered too, you know? Not because you did something, but because of my bad decisions, because I didn’t care enough to fix that mess. But it won’t change the fact that I want- I need you back.”
Even if you knew you should, you didn’t take a step back from the man. “That’s why you’re here? To ask for a second chance just like that?”
“Ask, cry, beg - I don’t care,” there was a clearly visible hope in his wet eyes, and an urge to touch you betrayed by light twitches of his hands and glances at your shoulders and waist, “as long as you would.”
“What if I won’t?”
“Then we will have a problem because I’m not moving anywhere until you will.”
“Dumbass.”
“I’m not gonna deny it either.”
Both of you fell mute, standing in silence tensing around you but not only from the negative emotions you two held - these started to fade away abruptly after you two ended the shouting session, like with the touch of a magic wand. Not it was more of anticipation, what the other would do, what the other would say; would it make things worse? Or maybe, you would somehow manage to work it out? Was it even worth a shot?
“So what do you want?” You asked again, this time more calmly.
“You know what I want.”
“To give you another chance. And what will happen if I will. Let’s say, I gave you another chance. And what will happen next? How long will you be able to keep that.”
“As long as you want me to? As long as you’ll have me? Forever?”
“And you want me to believe in that?”
“I wish.”
“Why? Why did you suddenly grow some balls to talk to me? Why now? It’s been months-”
“I- Maybe it’s stupid but I’ve-” Obito sighed, and pulled the rectangular package from the inside pocket of his hoodie. The paper wrapped around it you recognized instantly - red with white snowflakes, the same like you used almost every Christmas to wrap gifts. You thought you used it all, not able to find the remnants of it this year. “I’ve found a gift, I had prepared for you for months now. Come on, open it,” he handed it to you.
It was a bit heavier than you would expect, and under the paper, something was hard, like a hardcover of a book. The size was about that too… well, there was one you’ve always wanted but it was published with limited stock - for the premiere, you couldn’t afford it; after you couldn’t just find it anywhere. You shivered. Would he actually think of it? You had to find out so quickly you shredded the paper, and here it was, right in front of your eyes, the limited edition book of one of your favorite writers. How-?
The answer for your unspoken question came before you could shape it, “you were blabbing a lot about it, and I knew it was limited stock, and we had little money because of the end of the month and all the expenses we had back then, doctors, bills... But I decided to buy you this one anyway.”
“So you actually listened-” It wasn’t much but it was proof of something. A token that made you, for the first time, doubt your decision from the months prior. Naive symbol of ‘can we fix it?’. He could’ve just thrown it away. He could not come here, asking for forgiveness, making himself and you cry.
“For once, yeah. I know it probably sounds cheap now, right?” He chuckled, bitterly but some signs of relief were there too when he saw the look on your face. “Suddenly I come with something you wanted, after I screwed up, asking you to forgive me,” he said like he was reading your mind again.
“Yeah, kinda like a bait,” for the first time since Obito entered your apartment, a shade of slight smile, only a small raise of the corner of your lips, brightened your face a tiny bit, “high quality one, but still, a bait.”
“I wish you could believe me it’s not. I wrapped it a few days before you said it’s over. Thought that it was some time since I did something nice for you, and I couldn’t see every mistake I did,” he sighed, hanging his arms low like something heavy rested upon them, “so when I found it I just thought of what idiot I’ve been, and that I don’t want to be alone on Christmas Eve, even if we would only fight…- Fuck, (Y/n)," his voice broke down with a sob, shattering your heart to the bits too "I just want to hold you.”
That was an honest thing you were sure of. After all, you knew him for years before you started dating, and then you lived together for some long while. You could see when he was lying, and when he was honest with you, when his intention was pure, and when he just wanted to get something from you.
This was genuine, pure, and honest, and you doubted if you could just act it so well.
“Then hold me, idiot,” you whispered, suddenly having your voice stuck in your throat blocked by some big lump.
For a moment his eyes were stuck on the wooden floor, but when he realized what you just might’ve said. “Wha-”
“I said, hold me, you fucking idiot-”
You didn’t have to repeat that; within a second, without any sign of hesitation or doubt, Obito’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you close to his chest, showering the top of your head with small kisses.
“I miss you,” suddenly you could feel like your hair and scalp became damp, presumably from the river of tears that Obito was crying. He didn’t even try to hide that, “I really miss you. I’m sorry, for everything. I didn’t put enough care, I could’ve been a better boyfriend. I should’ve focused only on you.”
“Obito?”
“Yeah?”
“Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t sleep with other women.”
“(Y/n), after we parted, I had dates I won’t deny, but I haven’t slept with other women,” he cupped your cheeks in his palms, wetting them in your own tears. He looked straight into your eyes when he spoke like he wanted to assure you, as much as he was able to. “I haven’t even kissed other women. The only one I could think of was you.”
“Good,” you sighed, letting yourself rest in his arms. Still a bit alert, still cautious, but calmer. And deep inside you, happier knowing that your wish and dream, that you had no idea about came true.
***
You talked, through most of the evening and a bit of a night. Sitting on the couch with cups of warm tea in your hands, refilling whenever it ended all of a sudden. Almost like nothing happened between you, almost like you just had a break, you acted like nothing bad happened between you, and like you were together anyway for the past few months. Because, the truth is, you were thinking about him, you couldn’t just forget the person toward whom you had feelings. You looked at the social media from time to time, worrying if he didn’t put out any update, or didn’t share a song that he was currently listening to. And so did he, watching if there were no new men in your life, or admire every new picture you put. Shamelessly you both admitted it in front of the other. So you were not together, but both somehow wanted to be together, this time without jealousy, inattention, and it looked like you were going to make it.
The clock showed 4 AM when you finally felt tiredness winning you over, and so you’ve seen in Obito - although his black eyes were glued to you, you could see how half-lidded they were slowly closing, even if he fought that with all he had just to spend some more time with you, hold you for a little longer, kiss the top of your palm while caressing it. You didn’t want him to leave. It was late, and outside was dreadfully cold.
And you needed him.
“Do you need a place to stay for the night?” You asked before stretching and standing up from the couch, hoping for it to sound casual, and hoping that he’d say “yes”.
His eyebrows knitted, clearly surprised. “Would you allow me to? I can sleep on the couch and-”
“Well, it’s not the most comfortable. Your back would hurt…”
“But I would wake up here, knowing that you’re around,” he said, ineptly hiding the blush from the thought that apparently went through his head and ignited a spark in his eye. Or maybe it was just a reflection from fairy lights?
Whatever it was, it woke up some butterflies in your stomach, twisting it in a sudden, exciting feeling. You knew it shouldn’t work that way. Maybe it would be better if you would wait, find out if getting back together was the right idea… That's what your brain said. To take it easy, step by step.
But your heart had the other idea - fluttering, almost jumping out of your chest, screaming to jam your brain’s reasonable thinking.
And honestly, it succeeded without much of an effort.
“What if I have another plan?” You breathed out, leaning to him without any thought of what you’re doing, you let your heart take the reign. Your lips pressed to his, softly, almost lovingly, waiting for him to do his move, and assure you it’s the right idea.
Oh, his lips. Soft, and so well-known, yet you missed them so much. Kissing him felt both right and wrong, and you wanted him to feel it’s the right thing to do.
He parted from you, just for a moment, to brush the fingertips over your cheek, and grin widely. “Well if you put it like that…” Suddenly Obito pulled you to him, embracing you and kissing with even more passion and need you gave him just a moment before.
Apparently, he was having the same idea as yours. His lips were glued to yours when he carried you to the bedroom, and even when he was slowly taking off your dress, Obito’s lips moved between your lips and places he just uncovered, touching you only slightly, causing small goosebumps to bloom on your skin.
That was something unusual - he was always in a hurry. He cared about your pleasure, always trying to make you fall asleep satisfied at the end, but he always wanted to just get to it, getting you both naked as soon as possible. Devour you with his eyes, longing for a touch. But now... he took his time like he was trying to cherish and remember every moment you had together. Kiss after kiss he uncovered your body, to let you do the same to him. Hungry and hankering, you had to restrain yourself from going too fast a few times, wanting the same as Obito, to cherish the moment. Whether he was between your legs, diving in between your folds with your fingers pulling his hair, or having you on the top, slowly exploring your body with his hands your body and letting you take full control of him, or tower over you to pin you to the bed and bring to the edge over and over no matter with what - his fingers, his length, or his mouth - Obito took his time, and he let you take yours, taking care of him and his needs and wants.
Again, your bedroom was filled with blissful moans and name-screaming, wet lewd sounds and hasty breaths, mixed with the creak of your bed and occasional hitting the wall from neighbors, who had enough of how loud you two could get.
You couldn’t remember when was the last time you felt that good, even with him. This was so different, so intimate, so loving - and you didn’t even need to hear that he loves you. Because either of you never stopped having feelings for each other, and admitting it while you two embraced was only an addition. You both knew it anyway. Touches, kisses, small words, breathing out each other's names in pure ecstasy, shivering of your bodies when reaching your peaks - that was enough for you to know and feel it with the whole you.
Not hurried by anything, not having “something to do” on the next day you had the luxury to spend as much time as you wish. When you laid down in bed covered in glistening sweat, the outside was getting slowly brighter as you could see through the window, making the room grayish.
“One chance, Uchiha,” you giggled finally, limbs entangled together in an embrace, calmed enough to have your ability to speak back. “Don’t waste it, please, I don’t want you to waste it.”
“I’m gonna use it for good, don’t worry,” he mumbled, tired, overloaded with endorphins, but his eyes burned with love and desire. “Just promise, we’ll talk. About everything. No secrets, no doubts. If there will be any problem… We’ll share everything.”
“I promise if you promise.”
“I do,” he said, with confidence and faith you’ve never heard from him before, visible even through the tiredness. “I do.”
“Then I do too,” you smiled. Leaning closer to him, you placed one more lazy kiss on his lips. “Merry Christmas, Obito.”
“Merry Christmas, (Y/n),” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and bringing you closer.
Finally, feeling safe and loved, feeling that you’re in the right place at the right time, you both peacefully fell asleep, sure that when you wake up, the other will be there, no matter what.
***
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Hello, it's the penultimate day of this event, the 23rd entry, and the last one for the SFW part! It's been a ride, and we're almost done :D Of course, I wouldn't be myself I would end with someone else than Obito - come on, he is my #1 :D So without further ado, here is the last SFW entry! Hope you all will enjoy it! :D
Prompt: Gifts Pairing: Obito Uchiha x fem!Reader TW: Past Relationship, mild hurt/comfort more on Obito's side, Modern/Bookstore AU, unexpected date, talking about comic books Word count: 2783 Summary: The time before Christmas was a disastrous one - stocks, orders, endless gift cards, returns, and customers pretending to know better. For that, you were mentally prepared for weeks. But you were not prepared to meet someone who might change your life. Proofread by @wind-becomes-lightning <3
SFW, enjoy!
You entered the crowded shop and with quite some problems you reached the doors at the end of the store having bit “employees only” written on the metal surface. You tapped the code and a few seconds later you were inside the small room, finally able to undress from your coat and scarf and wear that apron with your company logo.
A few deep breaths later, you put on your face the nicest smile you could and opened the doors again, throwing yourself at the crowd to devour you.
As usual, the time before Christmas was a disastrous one - stocks, orders, endless gift cards, returns, and customers pretending to know better. And today, the day before the eve - everyone who did not have time to buy any gifts, or simply forgot to do so. 8 hours of absolute mayhem you had to survive.
And to be fair, it wasn’t that bad - surprisingly, your shift passed quite quickly because of the thought that there were only a few hours to your 3-day weekend. Maybe it was the Christmas atmosphere that was easy to feel around, or maybe, it was the fact that you had absolutely no time to check your phone or even the watch, sitting on your wrist. There wasn’t even space for you to sit down on your break and eat properly or refill your water bottle.
Luckily, before closing, there were only a few customers left, more wandering around than going to buy anything… Well, except maybe for the black-haired guy who had just come up to the register, holding a bulky volume of some vampire story of a well-known author. You saw him wandering around the bookshelves, clearly looking for a certain section, probably unfamiliar to him. And now, a bit flustered, he was standing in front of you like he had no clue what to do.
“A gothic horror?” You smiled at him, trying to get his attention and unload the little tension he looked like he felt.
For a moment, he looked at you confused. Just like some odd phenomena. “Huh? What?”
“Oh, sorry, sorry,” chuckling, you pointed at the book he was holding, “you just don’t look like the kind of guy who reads books about vampires.”
“Oh, that one!” He beamed, rubbing the nape of his neck. That smile he put on his face was… Dorky, and friendly, making your own smile instantly wider “no, it’s for my girlfriend, she was talking about that author a lot… I’m more into… Other stuff.”
“Yeah I can tell,” the first thing he went to see after coming here was the comic book section, and since that was something you knew pretty well, you decided to take a shot. “I’d swear you’re more of a Frank Miller guy.”
For a moment, he looked thunderstruck - standing with his mouth agape, and blinking like he saw a wonder. It took him a second or two (or even three), to get himself back together. “Wow, how… How did you know?”
“Well, you can call it a sixth sense,” you wanted it to sound mysterious, but you were not sure if you succeeded, “you know, that’s my super-ability, I know what people like to read… And I observe a lot where people walk around here…”
“Oh, right,” he laughed, getting the joke or just pretending, “that’s a good trait if you work in a bookstore.”
“It is. So… Ronin or Sin City?” You asked once he put the book on the counters, and you started to process it.
“Oh, uhm- Ronin is a great one, but Sin City is one of the best of his works. I adore his style, and I own like… All of his work that’s there.”
“Really? Well, his style is something unique and the work he did in Sin City is something extro- well I talk too much,” you said, with a sorry smile, putting on some extra discount on his order. “So it’s 19,99… Would you like a bag for it?”
“No, no. No need. Only that?” He looked at the back of the book, as the price you gave him didn't match the one on the book.
“Yeah,” nodding, you gave him the receipt, “You know, Christmas promotions and stuff.”
Again, he smiled widely. “Oh? Oh! Thank you!”
“You’re welcome. Merry Christmas!”
“Oh yeah- to you too!” The man waved at you and with a smile glued on his face, disappeared behind the exit doors.
***
Christmas went easy on you - you didn’t overeat yourself, you didn’t join any family drama. Just plain, calm 3 days during which you let yourself rest. So coming back to work again for the noon shift was hard, as your mind and your body craved for some more rest. But you had bills to pay and had no days off left… So even if you dreamed about being somewhere else, doing something else, you had no other choice.
Again, near the end of your work, and closing the shop, the same man you remembered from before Christmas, came in. But he looked… Differently. Hair more shaggy than they were before, eyes looking tired with slightly visible circles under them. He didn’t look at the comic books this time, he looked for something around the store. Or. someone.
“Hello again,” as you approached, you put on the nicest smile you could find, “how can I help you?”
“Ugh, hi… I wanted to…” for a moment he squeezed the book he was holding harder in his hands, the one you didn’t notice at first, but recognized the moment you saw it. It was the one he bought for his sweetheart as a gift. “Return this.”
“I see, a bad gift?”
“Yes, kinda.”
You nodded, and led him to the cash registry, starting off with the usual question, “would you like to switch it to another book... For her? We have a new volume of-”
He shook his head quickly, interrupting you. “No. There will be no need,” his head hung low, still looking at the bulky volume he had in his hands. “She… Broke up with me.”
“I-” you stuttered, not knowing what to say. It wasn’t usual that clients confessed just like that… “I’m so sorry to hear that.”
“Yeah… Sorry, you’re complete stranger, I shouldn’t-”
“It’s okay. Let’s get that book off your hands, hm?”
You gently took the book away and quickly filled the appropriate form responsible for returns, and gave him back his money.
“Alright, that book is gone,” you smiled, hiding the book under the counters as if you were really going to get rid of it, “can I help you with anything else?”
“No…” he sighed and looked at you, wondering about something, but he shook his head. The man turned, took a step to the exit, but stopped abruptly and turned back to you. “Or actually- What are you doing after work?”
***
The bar on the other side of the street was half-empty, as most of its frequent-flyers were not yet here, still tired after the time they had to spend with their families and the amount of food that had to absorb. You agreed to go because for a few reasons - you knew the bartender quite well, your home wasn’t far away, you could use some drink, and the nice man seemed like he could use someone to talk to, and an arm to cry it out.
“You know this place well?” You asked as soon as you took your seats at the bar.
“Yeah, I come here sometimes. Not often,” he quickly added, before you could jump to conclusions. The thing you were more curious about was the fact that you never met here since you both knew this place.
“Not judging.”
“So… Maybe I should first introduce myself, I’m Obito,” he reached with his hand to you, and you grabbed it, shook it slightly.
“(Y/n).”
“Yeah, I noticed the badge, but… Didn’t know if I could use it.”
“It’s not common for people to notice, to use names. Just ‘miss’. Every worker is pretty much nameless.”
“It’s harsh.”
“Nah, I got used to it,” you chuckled, looking at the well-known menu, aware that you will be ordering the same thing as you were always “so… What are you drinking?”
With every drink ordered, Obito became more talkative than he already was - not only did you learn about his ex-girlfriend, but also about his job, his friend, grandma, and growing comic books collection. That actually was the main topic of the evening - graphic stories and movies based on them, from strips of Garfield through all sorts of manga and small Marvel or DC issues, to big volumes containing hundreds of pages filled with art. That was something neither, you nor he couldn't just shut up about.
Two hours passed that way, and despite the fun, you actually had, despite the good mood that you both seemed to catch, you needed to go home, rest properly, and go to work on a new day. He didn’t oppose, actually he offered that he would walk you home - since it was late, and the bar was filled to the brim, so nobody would have the idea of you leaving the place alone without someone to protect you.
You just needed a quick visit to the bathroom and you were good to go. Although, the more you stood in the line, the more you thought it was a mistake - after all, you could wait until you got back home…
But, finally, after at least 15 minutes you managed to come back, holding his and your jacket you took from the rack on your way.
Obito was curled weirdly into his seat, his hand moved fast like he was drawing something, and you couldn’t stop your curiosity and peek over the man’s arm.
“What are you dood-” your voice stuck in your throat when you saw the face he was drawing. The lines were frugal, short, and sharp, but smoothly they formed your face and shoulders. Even with so little, he was able to give every detail of the human face, and… Your details. “Is this… Me?”
“Oh, this,” he jumped in place, clearly abashed and surprised, “it’s just a few minutes of sketching, nothing special.”
“Nothing special?”
“Yeah, I just. It’s sloppy, I should throw it out.”
“No way,” you put your hand on the napkin, holding it gently, “It’s amazing…”
“You think so?”
“I do! Can I… Can I keep it?”
“You like it and you want to keep it?”
“Yes!”
“Uhm… Okay, sure. It’s yours,” Obito let go of the little piece of paper, and put a pencil into his pocket.
“Thank you,” you gave him his jacket, and in exchange you took the drawing, having a hard time taking your eyes away from it. But you had to dress up, you had to go. You secured it between the pages of a book you were reading in every free moment you had. You noticed something when you were putting the drawing away - a row of numbers written on the other side. Hmmm… His number? Without wasting more time, you headed with the man to the exit, “wow, where did you learn to draw like that?” You asked once you were outside, welcomed by cold snow and wind.
Obito started to follow you, in the direction you pointed. “I’m… I've been drawing since… Since I remember. I was studying arts, and now I’m trying to get a job as a comic book artist. That’s why I was so surprised when you said that I’m a Frank Miller guy. My gir-” he sighed, and a painful grimace twisted his features for a mere moment “my ex thought it’s waste of time, and I should have a,” he held up his hands and air quoted “real job.”
“That’s awful,” it was unbelievable, for you, that someone would say something so harsh and mean to him. He clearly loved drawing, he loved comic books, he loved 2d stories… And taking it away from him, just to meet someone’s expectations, was simply cruel. And with every word your sympathy for the man grew. “Obito, that passion of yours is amazing. I saw it when you talked with me about comics, I can see it in this drawing. And I believe you have the potential to be a great illustrator.”
“You think so?”
“Mhm,” you nodded, and noticed the little smile, hiding in the corner of his lip, and the shy look he was giving you, “what?”
“It’s strange,” he sighed, and looked at the cloudy sky, dark, with the orangey hue from the city lights, “to get more encouragement and praise from a stranger than from someone I thought I might spend life with.”
“Well, not strangers anymore, right?”
“Yeah…” another smile, but this time open, and aimed directly at you. “Listen I- Ah, never mind.” Suddenly, his cheeks burned with a deep red blush.
“No, no, please, don’t hesitate.”
“Alright, here is the thing. I just got out of a years-long relationship with someone I knew since… Well for a long time and not like we were very happy… Never mind-” hearing that one for the n-th time this evening you already knew that his relationship wasn’t a happy one, you knew that the break up would do more good for him than damage, you knew that he now needed someone to show him that he was a valuable person, and what he loved to do was a good thing, “and accidentally clicked with someone I know for… Hours, really. I’m not saying I’m-… I’d love to keep in touch with you. Maybe even…-”
“Maybe even…?” You asked softly, stopping as you arrived at your place - an old, 3-floor building where you rented a small flat.
“Well, since I don’t have plans anymore, and if you don’t have plans for the New Year I could at least take you for a walk before midnight. If you don’t have other plans,” he double reassured you.
Now, the moment of truth - you could say no, and end the whole acquaintance with him. It was nice, while it lasted. Or… You possibly, by complete accident and fate that brought him to buy a book in the story you worked in, found someone, you had been looking for for years. The way you two could stay silent, the way you two were talking about every aspect of life… Even when he spoke about his ex, it didn’t seem to be that bad, and you hoped inside that it’s your presence, soothing him the tiniest bit.
You could spend New Year’s Eve together, and see where it would lead.
“Well, I had a simple plan in my mind: sitting with wine, pizza, and Rodriguez’s Sin City plus maybe some other comic-based movies… If it’s not too much for you after that breakup, it would be nice to have company. But only if you’d be comfortable with it.”
And again, you could see him looking thunderstruck - copying the same look that you saw a couple of days ago, standing with his mouth agape, and blinking like he saw a wonder.
“You’re- serious?”
“Mhm.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’d love that,” it took only a moment. You saw he hesitated for only a second before he smiled widely. “Are you sure though?”
“Yeah, why not? Two is a company! And if we're bored of movies we can always run through my comic books collection…”
“Alright, it’s settled then. Should I bring something?”
“Good mood, maybe some snacks?”
“Wine?”
“I have a stash of it, so… I think we will be good,” you took a step closer to him, to say goodbye, ready to accept almost everything he would propose - a shake of the hand, pat on the shoulder, or a kiss on the cheek.
“Okay so… I’ll see you in 4 days?” he smiled, and leaned to you, putting a short and bit dry kiss on your cheek. A very shy one, for sure and full of innocence. He was ready to turn around, when he remembered something, “oh, and… I was hoping you’d like that drawing, and I could for some reason give it to you… So I wrote my number on the back…”
“Yeah, I noticed. Smooth move Obito.”
“Well, I have my moments. Write to me, (Y/n)?”
“I will. As soon as I get upstairs, okay?”
He nodded, and his face brightened. He stood there, in the falling snow, in silence, on the empty street enlightened by street lamps, until his phone chimed, announcing you’re home. And he could, with a light head, and a heart full of hope, go home and have a good sleep for the first time in months.
***
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Hello, hello! Three days left! Wow, I'm stunned, honestly. I never thought I can make it, and yet... :D Day 21st is here, and it's Shisui, again. ^^'
Prompt: To-Do List Pairing: Shisui Uchiha x fem!Reader TW: Modern AU, established relationship, Christmas fluff & smut, oral sex (male receiving... it's a blowjob, ok?) Word count: 1887 Summary: Everything was almost ready before Christmas, just a few more gifts and chores to do. Very interesting, that you were not the only one who planned what to do before the eve. Proofread by @wind-becomes-lightning, thank you <3
NSFW, 18+!
For the n-th time, you checked the list, hanging for almost a month on your fridge; every free space on the white piece of paper was written and crossed out. Cleaning, baking, the must-be-done chores and errands before Christmas, additionally to shopping lists you fulfilled a long time ago. And finally, it seemed you were heading to an end - just some laundry left, last shopping, and you were free and could start your holidays fully.
Shisui was already asleep after a day full of work and chores and you were about to go to sleep too - you just had to load the washing machine, and set the delay program so the laundry would finish after you woke up. So as usual, while putting in clothes, you were checking every pocket in every jeans, shorts, trousers, jacket or even shirts with a little pocket on the chest, so nothing would be washed along with the clothes - especially pieces of paper that during the washing would be scattered on every damn piece of clothing.
And of course, in Shisui’s pockets, there were a lot of papers - shopping bills, post-its with doodles from work, even a used (you hoped) tissue. As you started to go through the papers, checking if there was anything important among the trash, one thing caught your attention.
A piece of paper with a written-down list, partially crossed out. You were not sure if you should or should not read it and see what’s that all about, but curiosity was stronger here, tempting you to do it anyway.
Clean car
Clean the cellar
Buy Christmas tree
Buy Millennium Falcon
Or some lego from Star Wars
DARTH VADER BUST!!!
Buy presents for:
Itachi
-Aunt and uncle
-That little brat Sasuke
-Love of my life Mrs. Fuzzypaws
-(Y/n)
Give her a good spanking
Now you blushed, just a little bit. A few days ago Shisui came up to you all of a sudden, started to whisper all filthy things in your ear to the point where you were almost begging him to fuck you. But instead, he just put you over his lap and started to put slap after slap on the bare skin of your ass, finishing it by making you come on his fingers.
Barber
Surprise oral
Really? That one you could recall too, it happened like 2 days ago - while you were showering he sneaked into the bathroom, and (startling you at the occasion too) pushed you to the shower wall. It was a little fantasy, but what he did exceeded the expectations. Back pressed to the wall, legs over his arms, steam inside the cabin made it almost too hard to breathe, and Shisui violently licking and fingering-
Your thighs clenched on the very memory of that evening.
Buy her a new set of lingerie for Christmas
That one wasn’t just crossed out, you had problems with reading it as it seemed the line was unwanted here. It's a bit disappointing, at least until you read the next line.
Just buy her a new set of lingerie
Buy a toy toys :>
Don’t let her out of bed after Christmas eve
Well, that was… unexpected. You knew Shisui bought something as you saw your name among the wrapped gifts, and he did the chores written down here, but to have lewd activities written down too… Maybe he was just so busy with work he wanted to be sure to give you enough of his attention? Like he ever didn’t. The poor boy was worried he was working too much? Adorable.
You couldn’t hold a smile when you entered the bedroom, and he was long asleep curled in bed hugging a pillow, smiling and murmuring through his sleep. You cut the light off, and laying beside him you fell asleep fast. You could deal with the odd list tomorrow.
***
When you woke up - earlier than you expected because for some reason your body decided it’s working hours and you should get up - Shisui was gone. A quick SMS later you learned that he had to run and help his cousin in picking a present for his girlfriend and you were sure, if you’d ask Itachi about it he would back the whole thing up, being the best wingman that could ever exist, making up a thousand excuses why he is just not around.
It was late afternoon when you heard the rattle of a key in the lock. You finished all the chores that were left, ran to the closest toy store to buy Shisui a gift, and even baked an additional batch of cookies because someone apparently took some with him or just consumed them as his breakfast.
Sitting in the dark and closed kitchen, you only heard what was going on in the other rooms. Some rustling of paper bags, a tired groan, and a mischievous giggle.
“Oh, she doesn’t have a clue…” Shisui’s voice was muffled by the doors, yet heard perfectly. Suddenly, he growled with disgust. “Oh gods, I stink like hell. Shower time!”
It was hard to hold your laugh at his goofiness. Only when the other doors closed, and pipes in walls started to sound with water flowing, you slowly got out from your hideout, knowing that shower would take him a while.
Packages and paper bags were stacked in the hall - big and small, in various colors and shapes, with different logos on them. You recognized the toy company, some fancy looking-boxes with the even fancier logo of a shop selling housewares. One of the biggest bags had an emblem of the bookstore you and Shisui’s cousin always liked.
But between the boxes were others that caught your attention - the pink and black bag, closed with a ribbon, with a trademark of some expensive lingerie company, and black plain ones, purposely keeping the name of the company anonymous.
There was an urge to look inside, check the contents, and see what ideas were in Shisui’s mind.
But… It would be much more fun to wait and confront him, right?
Oh definitely.
You sat down on the couch and patiently waited until the sound of the shower was silenced, and your boyfriend got out of the room, letting out puffs of steam. Only with a towel wrapped around his waist, he confidently marched into the room you’d been sitting in and turned on the light.
The confusion and scare on his face were a photo-worthy one and you regretted not having your phone ready to take one. He almost dropped the towel that was held only by his hand.
“What do we have here?” You purred, changing the way you were crossing your legs just like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct.
“(Y/n)? What are you doing here? I thought you would be at work…”
“I told you, I still had some paid time off and I decided to use it… Are those presents?” You pointed behind him, at the pile in the corridor.
“Y-yeah, kinda…”
“For who?”
“W-well… These are- These are for- Uhm… You know… I-Itachi, aunt and-and uncle…”
From the pocket of your jeans, you pulled out the piece of paper that you had taken out of his pants yesterday. “Are there possibly some ‘toys’ and ‘lingerie’ among them?”
“Shit-” Shisui’s eyes rolled, realizing what was the piece of paper between your fingers. “Oh damn, where did you find it?”
“I was loading the washing machine, and I found it in your jeans’ pocket.”
“Great…” He sighed, embarrassed and quite discontent, “so you know what’s inside these.”
“Hey, I didn’t look inside! I still don’t know what exactly is in there.”
“Well, you were not supposed to know that I bought any of that anyway!”
“I know,” you stood up, slowly closing the distance between you two. You really believed he wanted to do his best, to think about his closest ones without you being worried, and to surprise you with something nice, wanting you both to try something new, “but, you’re very thoughtful, Shisui. And I think you deserve a reward.”
With a sly smile, you grabbed the edge of the fluffy white piece of cloth, and with one move you ripped it off his hips, leaving him completely bare. His cock sprung, freed from under the material, already hard - with a vein clearly visible on the side and with droplets of pre-cum glistening at the red head.
“Really?”
“You did a Sharon Stone move. I’m a simple man,” he grinned, not even a bit ashamed that even fully clothed you worked on his imagination like that. He knit his eyebrows in a surprised grimace when you lowered yourself on your knees. “You blew a surprise so you’re going to blow me?”
“You don’t want it?”
“Do I look like I don’t?” His dick throbbed right on the level of your eyes.
“No,” you smiled, putting a soft and wet kiss on the very tip of it.
Shisui groaned with bliss, feeling how the plush skin of your lips wrapped around him, letting him sink in deeper. Every move of your head, every move of your tongue around his length tore a breathy moan out of Shisui’s chest, until his cock hit the back of your throat, making you gag. His fingers tangled into your hair, tugging the strands and pushing his hips a little bit further, almost taking away any ability to breathe. You let him impose the pace, a bit faster than you expected.
Grabbing his asscheeks, digging your fingernails into the soft flesh you followed his non-verbal instructions. Your tongue worked on his girth while your lips sucked him in harder with every moan and praise he let out.
He was tired after a whole day of chasing after gifts and relaxed after a long and hot shower. The tugging of your hair turned into soft strokes as he was coming closer to his high.
The moment his cock started throbbing in your mouth, and you felt the distinctive salty taste, he suddenly pulled out, jerking himself off right in front of you. Hot drops fell on your chin, stained your shirt. Shisui leaned to place a gentle kiss on the top of your head, still panting from his climax. Smiling and free from any tension.
“You’re an angel. Go wash yourself, and let’s go take a nap, okay?”
You nodded, well aware of what Shisui meant by saying “nap”.
***
Sweating, panting, naked, hazed from bliss you were laying in ruffled sheets, limbs entangled together. It was almost midnight already.
“So… Did you buy that Millenium Falcon?” You asked after Shisui turned off the lights, getting ready to sleep, this time, for real.
“No, are you kidding? That thing costs a lot, we would have to give up on eating and bills for 2-3 months…”
“And that Darth Vader bust?”
“No. Had no time.”
“Oh good,” you smiled, innocently giving away what gift you have for him.
“I couldn’t f- WAIT!” He sat down fast, making you bounce from the soft mattress, “what do you mean “oh good”?!”
“Nothing,” giggling, you turned your back to him, “good night.”
“Oh no, I’m not letting you sleep until I have my answers…” His hands wrapped around your waist, and traveled down, again between your legs. “I won’t stop until I have my answers…”
***
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Hello! FIRST OF ALL: FORGIVE ME :D Can you hear already that song in your head, playing once you saw the title? 😄 "Laaaast Christmas I gave you my heart..." IDK about y'all, but I always liked this song, and deliberately I'm playing this one on the 1st of December XD Anyway, it just fit here, to the title, and the whole story, I couldn't resist. I hope you'll like it 😄
Prompt: Snow fight Pairing: Iruka Umino x fem!Reader TW: Past Relationship, past hurt/present comfort, Iruka is a good friend, Genma is a bad ex, Other Characters Mentioned Word count: 1486 Summary: Meeting your ex at a friendly gathering you were attending wasn't the thing you were ready for. Luckily, among your friends, there was someone who was willing to save you. Proofread by @wind-becomes-lightning, thank you!
SFW, enjoy!
The morning frost bit your skin with fury, making you pull your wool hat on your head even more, to protect your ears from the cold. People had started gathering around already and all you had to do was to wait a bit more until your friends would arrive for that snow fight you’d been planning to do for days now.
It had been a while since you’d met with your friends just like that, and the closer it was to Christmas, the less you wanted to meet the whole bunch.
Up until last year’s Christmas, you could say you were in love. Like they always describe it in romance books - gentle, emotional, with your heart skipping a beat whenever your lips touched, the so-called butterflies in your stomach every time he called your name… You could die for this man, and you were sure he could do the same for you. That you’d be together forever, two against the world. Until Genma decided to tell you that’s not what he was looking for. Until that asshole broke up with you on Christmas Eve. Worst thing - a few days later, when you were dragged out by your friends to forget a bit, you actually saw your ex with another woman already. Heartbroken, crying out of despair, you had a hard time even leaving bed for weeks, and if not for your friends you’d probably be like that for much, much longer.
And it was Kurenai who decided to make you go out, to see other people, socialize, and have at least a bit of fun. You agreed, under one condition: you could freely leave if somehow Genma would appear, and you would feel uncomfortable around him.
So, long story short, you were now standing in the middle of the field covered in white fluff, waving to her and her boyfriend, letting them know that you’re there. More and more people around were gathering too, fortunately, no ex in your sight. Actually, the number of people exceeded your expectations - there were enough people to form three teams, and some new players were said to be a little late.
Despite some people being late, the fight started. You along with Kurenai, Asuma, and a few other friends created a team, and as a team, you tried your best to win this one, even if against you there was a team containing Kakashi (who cheated with his Sharingan), and Gai (whose snowballs were thrown with such force everyone just yielded when he was approaching too closely.
The more people arrived, the more chaos started to form, and that led to more funny situations, and the snow fight turned into every other activity that people could do - snow angels, some people started to roll a big snowman. You had to run, evading tackles into snow drifts and avoiding having cold fluff being rubbed in your face.
That’s when something unexpected happened. For a second you thought you saw his stupid bandana among the people around you, but you were telling yourself it was just an illusion, your mind playing tricks on you using your fear, anger, and reluctance.
“Well, well, (Y/n),” the familiar voice made you freeze, suddenly making everything else go silent. “Long time no see.”
“Genma…” you whispered, paralyzed. The last person you wanted to see was him. The last thing you wanted to do was to talk to him.
As usual, a dazzling smile glued to his lips, and a toothpick in between his teeth moving as he spoke, “I haven’t seen you for a long time now. How are things going?”
“I- Good. I’m good-”
“Really? How about we’ll grab some tea and-”
No. No. No. The worst-case scenario - Genma asking you out to fix things up. You needed to end this one quickly. “I’m- sorry but- I’m having plans-”
“Really? How so?”
“I’m going out with- With…- Iruka,” you said to the man passing by, “we’re still going, r-right?”
It was a moment. A glimpse that Iruka took over you, without even looking at the other man standing next to you. He understood. You needed help, you needed salvation and exit from the uncomfortable situation. The desperation on your face must’ve been visible clearly.
“Oh, yeah. A coffee. And some cake,” he nodded with a smile, and pointed somewhere behind him, “we can go already now if you’re ready.”
“Yes!” You almost shouted. Just like he was reading your mind, that help must come as soon as possible. “Yeah, let’s- let’s go. S-sorry, we need to go. Bye...”
And with that Iruka and you started walking down the road leading to the village center.
“Alright, whatever,” Genma just shrugged and turned around, without even saying any form of goodbye.
***
For a few minutes, you two were walking in silence, getting away from the crowd, and slowly blending into the village’s usual life, as you walked down the streets as if nothing ever happened.
“Thank you,” you finally whispered.
“No problem,” Iruka smiled, turning his head to you. “Kurenai told some of us to have an eye on you.”
“Really?” You couldn’t hide the surprise. On the one hand, it was nice of her, that she cared about you and had tried to create some backup plan, but on the other- “That’s embarrassing…”
“No, no. Not at all. Everybody knows what happened between you and Genma,” he tugged his hands in his pants pockets, hiding them from the cold. “I’m not surprised you reacted in that way.”
“Still, it’s embarrassing I can’t handle it, even after so long.”
“Well… Maybe your heart just hasn't healed yet?” He walked half of a step ahead of you, but you could hear him clearly. “Have you tried going out with someone else?”
“No,” you sighed, looking at the cloudy sky. “I’m too scared that…-”
“That it will happen again?”
“Yeah.”
“Not all men are like Genma,”
“I know, I just- It’s hard to give someone a chance, you know?”
“But… Would you consider it?” He didn’t look at you, but you could hear his voice tremble a bit, just a small vibration somewhere at the edge of a friendly tone. “Giving someone a chance?”
That here made your heart skip a beat. That wasn’t something usual to hear from this man - as good a friend as he was, he never even showed that he’d like to attempt to do a move on you, “Iruka… What are you suggesting?”
“Nothing special really…” the man shrugged, red painting his cheeks and nose gently, “just maybe… You’d like to go for that said coffee and cake, not only to have an excuse to run from Genma? There is a nice place just near the hot springs...”
You stopped abruptly, standing stiff as a pole, surprised and stunned. “Wait, are you asking me out?”
“Let’s not call it that way maybe,” he turned to face you. “Let’s just go. As friends. And see what can happen.” Seeing your instant hesitation he took a few steps forward, just to get closer, to make sure you’d hear and understood him. He looked concerned, worried, unsure probably just as much as you. He looked like he was about to catch your hand - a simple, friendly gesture, but the invisible line prevented him from coming up further than he was, two steps away. “Look… If after that you’d say that you want to stay friends only, I will accept that. If you’d say that there is a chance, or you’ll want to take things slow, I’ll be more than happy to offer as much of this as you’ll want and need.”
Again, the silence fell between you. But Iruka was patient, waiting for your answer, ready to accept whatever it would be, not rushing the answer or anything else. Not forcing you to make the decision right away.
“You… You like me?” Like you wanted to stall a little, the question slipped out of your mouth.
The man nodded slowly, and you felt how awkward suddenly the space around you had become. Iruka was always a nice and respectful type. Not like the type you were usually looking for, he always seemed too calm to make it work. But after that break-up, the last thing you needed and wanted was a “troublemaker” type with a too big ego. Maybe Iruka here would be a fresh breeze, something new that would let you let go of that hurt and start over?
“So… If afterwards I’ll say I’m not ready…”
“I’ll give you as much space as you need, and won’t overstep the ‘friends-only’ boundary. I promise.”
“Alright,” you bit your lip and nodded, “let’s- let’s try this.”
“Okay, let’s go then,” Iruka smiled, a bit relieved and with sparks ignited in his eyes.
You smiled too, shyly and still with uncertainty, but followed the man to the small cafe, to see where all this would lead to.
***
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Hello, hello! It's December 20th! Packing presents in progress, gingerbread is aging, and the baking process has begun :D And I feel like, on this gloomy Monday we could all use some laugh... At least I can try to make y'all laugh! :D SO today Hidan in... Well you read the tags, so you know what's going on xD
Prompt: Christmas Postcard Pairing: Hidan x fem!Reader TW: Modern AU, CRACK FIC THAT'S WHAT IT IS PLS DON'T JUDGE ME, dirty talk, dirty pics, dick pics, dirty talk, Hidan is a menace, nothing here is serious, also I AM VERY SORRY IT TURNED OUT TO BE A WALL OF TEXTING, XD as an emoji, sorry 'bout that too... Word count: 1404 Summary: It was the beginning of December, the busiest month at your work - you had to be focused, sharp, and think creatively to get those orders done, and clients happy. It was cute of Hidan that he wanted to help. Yeah... Proofread by @wind-becomes-lightning, thank you for your help!
That's filth and NSFW, 18+ only pls
December time was a busy time at your workplace - designing occasional cards for companies whose marketing department was quite an interesting even if sometimes exhausting job. You worked on another Christmas card, ordered to be put on social media by some toy company. Significantly better than yesterday’s work, which was work for some attorney’s office, the boring, toned and for eyes of their rich clients’ card, full of black and gold. Today’s work was colorful, full of little details and accents, something that both kids and adults would look like, that would include what the company was selling to work for the youngest imaginations, so they would nag their parents or grandparents to buy a certain thing to find it under the tree. So quite easy work.
You just got an email from the company about assets you would like them to see, and armed with the third coffee that day and the leftover of yesterday’s pizza, you sat down to the tablet, ready to start drawing and bringing the card together. At least you would be if your phone didn’t buzz all of a sudden, showing on the screen a message from your boyfriend. More than one, so you assumed it was urgent, or he was extremely bored, and won’t bug off until he’d find another thing to do.
As suspected, there was a wall of shot texts and stickers, used only to draw your attention.
[Me]: What?
[Hidan]: Sup?
[Me]: Ffs, Hidan, I’m working,
[Me]: Is it something important?
[Hidan]: Well, yeah?
[Hidan]: I have a perfect idea for a card!
[Hidan]: Actually I made one.
Well, that was unusual for Hidan to even propose such a thing. He’d rather not interfere in your work, not always. But there were moments when he tried and it was either hilarious or made you rethink your relationship. And you really hoped this was a hilarious one, so you’d only reply “lol, hahaha” and get this conversation over with.
[Me]: Why am I scared?
[Hidan]: Relax
[Hidan]: It’s banging
[Hidan]: Hehe
Oh no. No, no…. “Banging” coming from Hidan? Oh, that meant trouble… You quickly tapped the response, knowing that there is no way of dodging this one.
[Me]: I’m definitely scared
[Hidan]: Just look and don’t complain
A second later an image showed up on your screen, and right away you felt the blood rush to your cheeks, burning from both gigantic embarrassment, and just slight arousal - the picture showed Hidan’s dick, in all his erected glory, cleanly shaved and adorned with golden-red ribbon and bow, with a set of bells hanging at the base. With some program, he added the cheesiest ray of light effect, falling snow, and gigantic inscription written in Comic Sans MS, saying “JINGLE BALLS”, all capitals.
Good thing nobody was standing behind you, because you could get in trouble thanks to that idiot. With a burning face, you quickly tapped the answer, hoping that it would disappear from the view quickly.
[Me]: WTF
[Me]: NO
[Me]: NO
[Me]: NO
[Me]: NO
[Me]: NO
[Me]: I’M WORKING ON A CARD FOR A CHILDREN’S TOY COMPANY
[Me]: NOT THE PORN INDUSTRY
[Me]: NO
[Hidan]: Oh come on, it’s funny!
[Me]: Pls let me work
[Me]: Pls?
[Hidan]: Fine
[Hidan]: Party pooper -.-
Alright, he could be mad at you as long as you’d have some spare time from him to be able to finish your job. It was bold of you to assume he’d let go so easily…
Not even 15 minutes later, another wall of text was sent to your phone, calling for your attention.
[Me]: What now?
[Hidan]: Okay, another idea
You were about to write him back, tell him that you don’t want another dick pic, but you were just too slow. With not even a half-sentence written on your screen, the picture popped up - same as before- it was his dick, hard and ready to go, but this time painted in red and white stripes from the tip to the root. This time the inscription said, “Wanna suck that candy cane?” .
[Me]: NO
[Me]: IDIOT
[Me]: STOP SENDING ME PICTURES OF YOUR DICK
[Me]: And wtf?
[Me]: You actually painted your dick?!
[Hidan]: Hehehehehehe
[Hidan]: I knew you’d like it
[Hidan]: Kinky minx :>
[Me]: I don’t
[Me]: Still, wtf?
[Hidan]: I bought it to have some fun with you
[Hidan]: They’re safe to eat
[Hidan]: And taste just like peppermint :)
[Hidan]: Better prepare your jaw :D
[Me]: No
[Me]: You, sir, have a ban for sex until new years
[Hidan]: LMAO
[Hidan]: Yeah right
[Hidan]: You’ll see tonight :)
[Me]: Btw, how do you know what it tastes like?
[Me]: You sucked yourself?
[Hidan]: It says on the package
[Me]: Yeah right :)
Luckily, something must’ve averted his attention (oh he just didn’t get the sarcasm) from talking with you, because suddenly he appeared offline. Just in time for you to get back to work and finish before your boss would scoff at you for sitting on your phone instead of working…
The next message came after nearly an hour. Seeing his name on the locked screen you could presume what it was about, and you decided it was time for another coffee. At least in the kitchen nobody would try to peek or scoff at you for talking on your phone again.
[Hidan]: How about this?
That fucker waited until you had read the message, he must’ve been waiting because the moment you did, the picture was sent in.
This time, his dick wasn’t painted, although the remnants of red and white paint were visible here and there - this time on the top of the head a little Santa’s hat had been placed (he must’ve taken this one from some toy that was hanging on your tree… Poor little ornament, you’d have to fix it later), and somehow he stuck a thick string of cotton underneath to supposedly resemble a white Santa’s beard… But that wasn’t the best of it.
The thing that made you almost spit your coffee out and roll on the ground from laughing wasn’t the big “Kiss Santa’s nose” inscription - but the googly eyes glued somehow to the tip almost made you lose it, and good lord, you were happy he didn’t send a vid showing how the eyes were moving while he moves, and you could focus on recollecting yourself.
[Me]: XD
[Me]: WTF
[Me]: The googly eyes
[Me]: WHY XD
[Hidan]: To show the potential of my magnificent cock? :D
[Me]: Dumbass xD
[Me]: I need to get back to work or the boss will fire me
[Me]: Or I will need to say over hours
[Me]: Pls calm down?
[Hidan]: OKAY
[Hidan]: Just sent me a tit and I’ll stop
[Me]: For what?
[Hidan]: Oh just send it
If it was what he wanted to fuck off, then so be it. Quickly you found yourself in the ladies’ bathroom, and behind the locked doors to one of the cabins you took a picture of one of your breasts, keeping the other still covered. He wanted “a tit” , right?
His answer came almost immediately.
[Hidan]: Mmmmm
[Hidan]: Tiddy :D
[Hidan]: You know what?
[Me]: What?
[Hidan]: And I’ve seen online a term that I like
[Hidan]: Kinkmas
[Hidan]: From now on we have Kinkmas, not Christmas
[Me]: Babe, I think you need to dress fully to call it a kink
[Me]: Not only your dick
[Hidan]: Who said I call it that?
[Hidan]: I have other things prepared
[Hidan]: I have bought an advent calendar in sex shop
[Hidan]: And a few other things
[Hidan]: Say hello to gingerbread-flavored condoms :D
You had to blink and re-read the last one. A what now?
[Hidan]: You will have a tidbit for being a good girl for daddy :>
[Hidan]: And btw, how about this card?
The picture he sent in was exactly the one that you sent him just a few moments ago, but it had that cheesy light filter and snow all over it. This time, the inscription “Santa’s favorite” took almost half of the screen, while the other half was taken by a word “HO” where your boob served as a letter “O”.
[Me]: You’re a menace
[Hidan]: And you love me for that, sugar tits :D
[Me]: Be grateful for that
[Hidan]: I am
[Hidan]: And I’ll show you that for the next 24 days :>
The menace. That was what he was.
***
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Hello :D Day 19th is here, and I hope you are good on this gloomy Sunday. Christmas tree is made, gingerbread is being baked... So how about we dive into another Obito story? :D Hope you'll enjoy it! ♥️
Prompt: Snowman Pairing: Obito Uchiha x fem!Reader TW: College AU, friends to lovers, first kiss, fluff, little but if swearing, stupid earworm song :D Word count: 2431 Summary: Studying for the exam was already hard and tiring, but you didn't expect that someone could distract you even more with an unusual offer. Proofread by @wind-becomes-lightning, than you for your help! And also @clearlyjustchlyri for helping with making a little cover of the song ;)
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December welcomed you with an unbelievable amount of snow, and an insane amount of exams. Last year of your studies, last few months of learning, the torture of writing your master’s thesis, and hopefully you’ll leave this place with a master’s degree.
And speaking of exams, you just had to prepare for one tomorrow. The third hour passed, your back hurt like hell, and your eyes were already itchy from constantly looking at the screen and notes, re-writing the required material once again. Your wrist was sore begging for some break from holding the pen, even a small one. But you were already by the end of the section and it would surely reduce your productivity if you’d pause now.
But unfortunately, someone had a little bit different plan.
Your phone chimed, replaying the annoying jingle of a message incoming, distracting your focus and the remains of the attention you had.
The name on the screen didn’t surprise you at all - Obito was one of the classmates from the year and often asked you for your help in his studies. Maybe he was not the top one in class, but he had a will to learn and was quite nice to you, so it was enough for you to aid him.
[Obito]: (Y/n)?
[Me]: What’s up?
[Obito]: Do you wanna build a snowman?
[Obito]: C'mon, let's go and play
[Obito]: I never see you anymore
Well, this one made you genuinely smile. A friendly offer, utilizing the ear-worm song. Sadly, you had to decline the offer - firstly, it was late and dark already, secondly that exam was really important.
[Me]: Thanks, but I need to prepare for the exam
[Obito]: Okay, but~!
[Obito]: Do you wanna build a snowman?
[Obito]: It doesn't have to be a snowman…
[Me]: No, I really can’t go out now
[Me]: Sorry
[Obito]: Okay, bye…
[Obito]: :(
That was… surprising, given that Obito didn’t ask for any notes for tomorrow. He usually asked for the whole material you’d prepared and which sections would be most probable to be asked. And you couldn’t lie, using that earworm song from a child movie was quite funny, and puzzling if Obito knew only the song or he watched the whole-
You shook off the thoughts that distracted you too much from your studies already. Coffee, you needed coffee desperately at this point. And a miracle to focus back on your work.
Luckily, your telephone sat silent for the rest of the evening.
***
Usually, in the morning the alarm was the one to wake you up with its sharp and annoying sound, breaking away from any blissful dream you had been having.
But this time, it wasn’t your alarm. It wasn’t a social media notification. It wasn’t a youtube video that you paused before you fell asleep and played it in the morning by accident. It was a ringtone and someone who tried to call you 5 minutes before your alarm was supposed to ring.
“Obito,” you let out a sleepy and displeased groan, answering the phone, “why do you call me at this ungodly hour?”
“I woke you up?”
“Yes.”
“Shit, I’m so sorry (Y/n)... Should I call later?”
“No,” you sat up on the bed, rubbing your eyes with one hand, “what happened? Something important that you call me by 6:55?”
“Nothing in particular,” he cheered into the mic, “have you seen the outside?”
“No, I just woke up,” annoyed and in desperate need of more caffeine circling in your veins as soon as possible, you had little tolerance to anything. “What’s outside?”
“Perfect weather for a building snowman!”
“And you wake me up, on Friday, just to tell me this?”
“Well…-”
“Oh for fucks sake…” you hung up, annoyed, not letting him finish.
And with the same exasperation, you went for the exam, almost sure that your chances to pass it with the top score were close to 0. You were sure the main cause of it was the fact that you’d studied to a very late hour. Too late hours of sleep were not enough for your tired brain, and no amount of coffee or energy drinks could fix it.
And the fact that you were angry from the very start of the day had only been added by the unwanted early phone call.
But, at least there was nothing that could make your day worse, right? Well if you wouldn’t be wrong, it would be great.
You were sure that you put your phone on silent mode, you’d swear it. Yet, in the middle of the exam, and of course, the moment the professor was near your desk, lurking at your work, the device in your pocket had to chime. It wouldn’t have been a problem if it happened once. Or even twice. But that stupid message jingle echoed through the room 8 times. 8-fucking-times, making every eye pair present look in your direction, making you nervous and embarrassed on a whole new level.
Like you were suddenly forced to act in front of everyone and had only five minutes to learn a whole page of texts.
Was getting your phone taken by the professor, for the rest of the whole exam, the worst thing? Not really. Much worse was the talk after, with witnesses in the form of the other attendants, about how cheating wasn’t profitable in many more aspects of life, not only in an exam.
So if you thought that this day couldn’t get worse - well, that escalated quickly.
Although, you didn’t even check who it was, trying to get your attention. You knew, you just knew.
Storming through the halls, having people step away at seeing your face, you found him after a few minutes. Sitting with headphones on his head listening to music. At first, he smiled when he noticed you, but that one faded away rather quickly seeing the anger in your eyes.
“What the heck?!” you almost screamed, dragging the attention of people around. “I had an exam, and you knew about it! If I’ll only have a grade decrease, I will be lucky!”
“Okay,” and just now he realized what he had done. “I’m sorry…-”
“Yes!” You wanted to scream at him more, but the sudden change of his mood, sudden unexpected pain in his eyes beat you off track. “Just… Don’t do it? Okay? Especially during an exam.”
“Okay, I won’t anymore. I’m sorry to bug you, I got fixated on that absurd thing.”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t blow up like that,” you sighed, feeling worse with every word of his.
“No, no. You have all the right to do it. I’m not mad or anything, you are right here.”
“Okay, okay… So…” You wanted to say something, to ease the mood a little, but someone nudged Obito’s arm by accident, making him drop the stack of papers he had in his hand, scattering them around. Like a good friend, you jumped to help, only to get sheerly stunned. “Obito these are notes for tomorrow’s exam, but- It’s your writing? You did it by yourself?”
“Look… For some time I’ve managed to make notes by myself, and learn from them quite well. I just… I asked you for notes because I still wanted to have a reason to see you, and talk to you,” he sighed like he just dropped a huge weight off his chest, yet it didn’t make him feel any better. “You have no idea what it took for me to ask you to go to… Build that idiotic snowman. I’m sorry that I bothered you.”
He was about to turn around and go, but you grabbed his wrist and held him in place. The curiosity had grown inside you, the guilt that you screamed at him, and the possibility that you missed some kind of a sign from him was also strong, stinging you in your chest.
“Why were you asking me to build that snowman? The way you said it… Obito, what did you mean?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“I have my theories. But I want to hear from you.”
“Fine. I wanted to ask you out, okay? Like, a… Date,” he yanked your hand away and turned, avoiding your eyes at all cost.
“Why didn't you just say?”
“Because I wanted just… to see if you’re interested. And if not, keep it as a friendly, non-binding meeting, still having you around and just enjoy that until the college would- soon end… But, well. Seems like it was a stupid idea. I’ll see you- sometime,” and with that he left, walking swiftly, maneuvering between the other people that threw curious stares.
And you were sure the man started crying the moment he turned his back on you.
***
The day was heading to an end and the only thing that you were able to do was to lay down in your bed, wondering if things could have gone differently, if you’d acted calmer, if the first thing you had done wouldn’t have been getting pissed off at him.
Well, you had your reasons. But what he said got you thinking - he really did spend a lot of time around you, whatever the excuse was. Sometimes without excuse even, when it just happened that you met outside the dorm or classes. And well… You had missed the very obvious signs that had been there for months.
Obito was a good friend, a trustworthy one, but it never occurred to you that he maybe wanted something more.
Would a date with him be that bad? Or even a relationship? He was always nice to you, and probably that’s why he never tried to do “the move”. He could easily be at the top of your class - he was smart, just not focused on the right things. Tall, handsome, funny… Surprisingly, mainly to yourself, you could go on.
Now it got you thinking how it would be, the festival of considering every possible outcome of this situation in your head had begun. All good and bad, every “yes”, “no” and “what if” were running through your head with the speed of light showing you images from not speaking to you anymore up to the point where… well, you should stop yourself at the “established relationship” part, before you’d start to overthink it hard.
Yet, the “good” and “yes” things were overwhelming, making you soft somewhere inside, and even smile when you thought about the possibility of going out together, holding hands, and doing whatever couples would…-
Well, that settled it. You reached for your phone, disappointment stung you unpleasantly somewhere in your guts that there were no messages whatsoever, but instead of giving in the feeling you opened the messaging app and chose his name from the list.
[Me]: Obito?
The answer came… Very quickly. Was he waiting for it?
[Obito]: Yeah?
[Me]: Ask me for a date, not if I’d like to build a snowman
[Obito]: Wait what
[Obito]: I mean
[Obito]: Just… Ask you? Just like “hey you wanna go out?”
[Me]: Well, you can get creative if you want
[Obito]: Okay, hold on
[Obito]: I have an idea
[Obito]: It will take a while I need to type it all
[Me]: I’m not going anywhere
[Obito]: Do you wanna go on a date?
Plain and simple. But the jumping dots indicated that there was more to receive.
[Obito]: I promise it will be fun
[Obito]: We'll be hanging out like we're just friends
[Obito]: But we'll be holding hands
[Obito]: And won't stop until we're done
[Obito]: I really, really like you
[Obito]: It's plain to see
[Obito]: You don't have to even guess
[Obito]: Do you wanna go on a date?
[Obito]: Even if it's only one date...
[Obito]: Please say yes…
Well, that was… unexpected, but funny and somehow charming. Kudos to the creativity as he climbed to the pinnacle of it, changing the irritating, earwormy song from a kid’s movie into an actual cute thing. And of course, in your head, you read it to the melody of that cursed tune.
[Me]: Oh wow
[Obito]: Too much again?
[Me]: I mean, I said creative, but this one
[Me]: Wow
[Me]: Expectations exceeded
[Me]: How can I refuse you now? ;)
[Obito]: Well, you can if you don’t want to
[Me]: Obito
[Me]: I just said that I will go
[Me]: You don’t need to search for the second-bottom :)
[Me]: When and where?
[Obito]: There is a lot of fresh snow tonight
[Obito]: We could… Like in 20 minutes, I’ll pick you up?
[Me]: Sounds good!
[Me]: I’ll be waiting :)
[Obito]: Not for long :)
For the first time in the years that you had known Obito, he wasn’t late, being there much earlier than the promised time. Standing at your door, wrapped loosely in his scarf and winter jacket, panting like he was fighting for every breath; his cheeks were pink from frost and some snowflakes that had not yet melted, were still visible in his black hair.
“Obito?” You gasped, seeing him in a state like that, standing in your opened door.
“I just- I wanted- Not to- Be late-” he panted out, sentence broken by loud gasps like he was fighting for air.
“Hey, hey. Easy there, Obito. Breathe,” gently, your hands grabbed his jacket intending to guide him to the chair in your room, “you want to come in and sit down?”
“No, no. I’m good-” He smiled, showing you a sow of white teeth. “Ready?”
“Yes, we can go,” you nodded, still concerned seeing how he was fighting to take every other breath. He really must’ve run as fast as his body allowed him to, “but please, catch your breath first.”
He raised his eyebrows and snickered, “and waste time? Are you kidding?”
“You don’t want to waste time, huh?” Mimicking the eyebrow move you asked, teasing a little, hoping that he’d catch a… suggestion you had in mind. Not wasting any time, to kiss each other, already too impatient to wait.
“Not a second,” he moved closer, cupping your cheeks in his hands, while his eyes stuck on yours studying every little glimpse like he was trying to read your mind, digging into your soul.
If anyone would ask you who was the first to break - did he lean in, pulling you to kiss, or if you stood on your tiptoes and sealed your lips - you both would point to the other, thanking each other in the depths of your hearts and souls that the other had the courage and didn’t waste any more time.
***
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Hello, and welcome to the 18th part of the Christmas event :D Oh Gosh, it's getting so close to the end I can't even believe it :D
Today we have Obito, again. I'm sorry, it's 3rd day in a row, but I've warned I will have a lot of Obito stories by the end xD
Prompt: Ugly sweater Pairing: Obito Uchiha x fem!Reader TW: Modern AU, established relationship, fluff with smut, Christmas cleaning, a bit of switch!Obito :3 Word count: 1988 Summary: During the Christmas cleaning, you found one of the funniest sweaters you've ever seen - and it had the potential to have your boyfriend win the contest for the ugliest Christmas sweater. All you needed to do is to convince him to wear it. Proofread by @kissmekakashi
Filth and NSFW, 18+ under the cut
Winter always was the time for you to clean absolutely every corner of your house. Despite protests, despite “but you were cleaning here yesterday!” and “I’ll need that someday!” you were relentless, throwing out or giving away things for charity, anything that didn’t have any immediate usage in your household. Or at least, all things both Obito and you couldn’t find good excuses to keep.
It was the time when you two fought a lot, trying to prove one to another that certain things are useful, even if the only excuse in the quiver was the sentiment or likeness of the object. “It was a gift”, “I’ll need that to... uh…”, or “I don’t need to make an excuse I’m just keeping it” were common things to say to one another.
But the worst thing ever was your wardrobe. As the year passed you both collected a significant amount of clothing, bought here and there - because it was cheap and looking nice, you needed it, you just wanted it, or because your old favorite one had a hole somewhere and you had to find a new one. Whatever may be the reason, it was time to get rid of at least part of the clothes spilling out the moment you opened the door of your closet.
Obito was sitting on the bed, watching you finish dividing your clothes into 3 piles - the ones that you were convinced you’ll be still wearing, old but still good you can just pack and give to the ones who needed it, and old ones that were no good use to anyone anymore. There was fear in the man’s eyes, as he knew that as soon as you finish your side, time will come for him.
And there was a reason why you wanted him only to sit here and tell what’s going to trash and what’s staying - because if you left him to do it alone, he wouldn’t throw away even the ones torn, saying he will still wear them and they’re not that bad.
Running through the contents of his wardrobe was a festival of pouting and trying to prove you wrong and remind you when he was wearing certain pieces. But one thing caught your attention - buried under the layers of other clothes, clearly hidden from everyone’s eyes. When you pulled the soft red material, Obito’s face grew blushed, matching the tone of the Christmas sweater with a gigantic reindeer face and protruding red nose. It would be quite nice if the animal depicted on it was… Uh… Well, it looked like it had a first-grade meeting with a heavy-loaded truck. The kind of thing you would suspect when ordering a nice-looking thing from a foreign website known for low-quality products.
“What… Is that?” You asked, not able to hide a snicker, “I’ve never seen it.”
“Throw it out,” he mumbled, looking away from you.
“Why? It’s… Funny.”
“Come on. This reindeer looks like he was hit by a truck!” He spoke out your thoughts.
“It does,” snickering, you started to fold it to put it away. “Where did you even get that thing?”
“Kakashi thought it’d be funny to give it to me on last year’s eve. I was waiting for you to find it during the winter cleaning, so I’d have an excuse to get rid of it,” Obito grinned, showing the even row of white teeth.
“You could have just… thrown it away?”
“Yeah, I had to wear it on the next day at work because I lost a bet.”
“How did you hide it from me?”
“I’m sneaky and clever, apparently,” he laughed out loud and you joined him.
“Yeah, so it seems.”
You put it away, but you had a little plan in your head. The sweater was… Well, funny, for you, and you definitely saw worse online. Still terrible, but funny. Maybe you could change his mind? It would certainly make a big sensation at the party you were supposed to go to before eve, and just maybe he could even win the contest for the worse sweater-
You giggled, gaining his attention, but you waved it off, continuing the boring and monotonous activity.
***
You were really planning to do something about the aversion to this sweater. Maybe it was stupid, but… That party was still in the back of your head, and you really wanted Obito to… Win this one. So you were waiting for him to go to sleep, or at least fall into a semi-dreamy state, ostensibly doing some work in the kitchen that surely would wait until the morning.
When you peeked through the bedroom doors, you could see how his chest rose unevenly, and his eyes opened from time to time. It was the time for you to drop all your clothes, and wear the hideous sweater you pretended to throw out.
The moment you entered the room, the doors squeaked as you opened them. For a short while, you thought he will wake up and your whole plan would just go down; Obtio would see you in his piece of a wardrobe (certainly not the one he wished to see - like his big white shirt, preferably with a stain of your lipstick on a collar) and would start asking questions.
But lucky for you, he only grunted some incoherent words through his sleep, his body shifted, making your work much easier - he laid on his back, sprawled on the bed. Even the covers were not on him, and if not for the loose boxers he had, you’d see him in full naked glory.
You low-key wanted him to be naked, but this wasn’t that bad.
Slowly you reached the bed, and gently sat down on the edge of the soft mattress, slowly moving up until your face was on the level of his underwear, and your body was on all fours. Through the thin material, your hand easily found the flaccid now dick, and with slow moves you started caressing him, hoping that he won’t wake up, yet.
The moment he grew significantly in your hand, and you gently pulled the erection out of his underwear. That’s when he groaned and lazily opened his eyes. Lifting himself up on his elbows, he looked down at you, holding his hard length in your hand, with your lips just centimeters from it.
“(Y/n)? What are you doing?” He asked, still sleepy but with a pleased smile.
“How does it look?”
“Like you are about to get naughty with me.”
“Mhm, bingo,”
“Oh please, by all means,” he purred, putting hands under his head, and looking at you with half-lidded eyes, “you need something from the drawer?”
You knew he was talking lube, or some toy to use if you had an idea for something additional. But this situation was enough for you to feel arousal pooling between your legs, taking all the wetness from your body and guiding it right there. “No, I’m good.”
“Of course, you are.”
Still holding his cock leaking already with a precum, and crawled up just a little bit higher, enough to spread your legs over him. Slowly, guiding it with your hand, you pressed the tip to your entrance, spreading your lower lips, slowly impaling yourself on hot length.
“Ah~ Hah~” his eyes rolled at the feeling. When he opened them again once you took him whole, all attention was drawn by what you wore. “And why exactly are you wearing that poor excuse of a sweater that you were supposed to throw out,” he grimaced, laying his hands on the sides of his body. “Do you want to keep me hard or guarantee a boner killer?”
“I have an idea on how to make you like it,” you chuckled, “or at least try to. How about today you just lay down and do as I say?”
“Fulfilling my little fantasies on this occasion? Christmas is truly miraculous this year,” he purred, trying to focus on your face, but still, the preposterous reindeer was stealing his attention. “I can’t look at it,” he closed his eyes, nevertheless smiled when you started moving your hips.
Slowly, sensually, almost painfully, you moved, with long and steady moves, listening to his moans and whimpers, little pleas and praises coming from his mouth as you rode him with caution and care.
“Shit-” he cursed once his dick throbbed inside you. His hands glided to your thighs but you quickly but gently knocked them off your skin.
“Nu-uh,” you leaned to him, “what do we say when we want something?”
His eyes opened rapidly, pupils dilated from excitement. He knew very well what you wanted him to say, and he was in no mood for teasing. “F- (Y/n) can I please touch you?”
“I don’t know…” you hummed, straightening your back. “Have you been a good boy this year?”
“Yes,” he nodded, focusing his eyes on yours, trying really hard to not look down. “Shit- yes (Y/n), please~”
“Alright, go on,” but you stopped his hands the moment he slid them under the fabric, “on the sweater.”
“You’re kid-ding…”
“No.”
At first, he reached to your breasts, gently touching the roundness through thick material - the motion he did look like he was about to grope each in his palms. But the way he moved up, sliding inside you just a bit father, made you yelp in surprise and abruptly sent a delightful pleasure wave down your spine.
His submissive stance was fading away quickly.
“No, no. Take it off,” his palms grabbed the edge of the sweater, and pulling it up he yanked it off your body.
“Obito~!” The sudden cold was unpleasant, but he quickly replaced it with his body pressing you closer, hiding his face in the valley of your breasts.
“Finally. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t look at it.”
“Fine,” you sighed, “I just wanted to have some fun-” Obito raised his head, enough for you to see the cocked up eyebrow and look full of disbelief. “What-”
“True reason, (Y/n),” the man chuckled. “I know you too well.”
“Can you first fuck me and then we talk?”
Obito’s lips were embellished with a warm and loving smile. Palms grabbed you by the flesh of your ass, and pressing his fingers more, he started a motion like he was about to fulfill your wish… “Nu-uh,” he echoed you from a few minutes ago, loving grimace turned into a devilish one. “Spill it.”
“Hpf… Okay,” you knew that there was no point in lying or trying to wiggle yourself out, so you could just tell him the truth. “There is a party soon we’re going to…”
“Mhm, and?”
“And there will be a contest for a sweater…”
“And you wanted me to wear it?”
“Yeah kinda,” his eyes rolled in an ‘I can’t believe you, woman’ manner, but still, he didn’t move, didn’t twitch. Only his erected cock was still buried inside you, twitching from time to time, aching to move. “So… Can we still have fun or…?” You asked with a hint of hope, that you didn’t ruin it.
His arm wrapped around your waist, lifting you up on his cock just slightly, but enough to feel every vein brushing over your soft walls. It was a mere second when you felt the still-warm sheet under your back, and the man’s body was towering over yours. A playful smile adorned his lips, mischievous sparks exploded in his eyes. “Don’t you worry about fun, princess. We’re gonna have a lot of it tonight but first… How about I will play with you for a bit, as a little punishment for trying to trick me into liking and wearing that hideous thing?”
His fingers reached between your legs, quickly finding the sensitive clit, teasing you just with a flick of his digits, beginning the most delicious form of torture he could come up with.
***
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