summary: your boyfriend is not happy when he hears you were walking around the village with another guy, so he pays you a little visit.
words: 2K
a/n: i just wanted to write this other side of obito that also lives in my head. i took some liberties. english is hard.
⚠️ c.w: jealous-possessive obito, low-key (or not) violent behavior, smut (duh), kinda angsty by the end.
you were in your bedroom, laying on your bed with the light on, finishing the first chapter of the book you bought with kakashi a few hours ago when you heard the doorbell. you checked your clock and it marked 8:12 pm. weird. you rarely had any visitors, specially at night.
you put the book aside when you heard your father talking with someone. your parents had come to spend the weekend with you because they "saw you little since you moved out". you were touched by the act, but you were better off left alone, which is why you excused yourself, saying you were going to sleep early and was alone in your bedroom a few seconds ago.
your father laughed, which made you more curious... who could it be?
- y/n! - your father called, before turning around and seeing you. - oh, you're there, i hadn't seen you. this charming little guy is here to see you... sorry, what did you say was your name again?
you froze in place the second you saw him, recognizing the orange mask right away. uh-oh.
- tobi! - obito replied with that ridiculous voice he used to give tobi life, laughing at the end and raising his arms. his voice was loud and happy, but his eye focused on you and you felt every single hair on your body shiver.
- tobi! - your father repeated laughing, finding the name funny, then looking at your mother and saying: - his name's tobi!
your mother laughed too, but you couldn't see what was so funny in a ridiculous name and an annoying personality. the truth is maybe you would be laughing with your parents if you weren't so damn terrified.
you were in trouble. you just knew it. if obito was at your house on a normal saturday night while your parents were visiting, it meant you were in trouble. your heart was beating so fast you felt like it could jump right out of your chest any second. obito didn't take his eyes off of you, not even when he was laughing with your parents.
- so, tobi, why don't you come in? - your father invited, opening the door a bit more, giving obito space.
- no! - you screamed before obito could answer. - no, i mean... we can talk outside, i feel like walking a little, breathing the night air, you know.
- take your coat! - your mom recommended.
you took your coat from the coat hanger next to the door and promised your parents you'd be right back, knowing damn well that you couldn't really promise anything when it came to obito.
as soon as your father closed the door, obito grabbed your arm and you were sucked into a place you didn't even know where it was.
- ouch! - you complained when he finally let go of your arm, practically tossing you off. his grip was harder than it needed to be, and you were sure that would leave a bruise.
- ouch? is all you have to say? ouch?! - he asked, ripping the mask off, looking at you outraged. - i'll show you what pain really looks like. - he threatened.
your stomach was agitated because of how nervous you were. obito could be violent, rough and vengeful when he wanted to be, having an insane amount of ways of punishing and torturing you.
- i'm sorry...? - you tried.
- exactly what are you sorry for?
- for whatever it is that i did this time. or what you think i did.
he came suddenly - a second ago he was four steps away from you, and now there he was, hovering you, giving you no way out, stuck between his body and the wall behind you.
- i don't think, princess, i know.
he put two fingers on your chin to force you to look up at him when you tried to look away.
- i'm sorry... - your tried again.
- what are you sorry for? - he asked.
- tell me what i did, and i'll tell you what i'm sorry for...
obito grabbed your ponytail and pulled it down violently, making you arch your back to follow the movement your head did since your hair was attached to it. you almost screamed, but obito covered your mouth, his face millimeters from yours.
- you're trying to be funny, but i don't like it when you're trying to be funny.
a single tear fell from your left eye and that seemed to soften him a little. he let go of your hair, but his hand circled your neck.
- i heard you were whoring around the village with kakashi today, in a pretty tiny, tiny yellow dress... probably the one i sent you last week.
- obito, don't even start, kakashi and i are just friends...
- yeah? - he interrupted you. - just friends? i know how well you treat your friends... i was your friend once, in case you don't remember.
his grip around your delicate throat was harder and it got a little hard to breath.
- we were just friends until you helped me feel better at the hospital... do you remember that day, darling?
- obito, stop! - you pleaded, trying to push him away.
- 'twas the day you became mine, i claimed your body, i marked you, you're mine!
you tapped his hand when his grip got even stronger, your face turning a little red. he took his hands off of you and and took two steps back, breathing deeply, but all you could see was the fury in his eye.
- it's unacceptable that i leave for two weeks and you already forget that i own you!
- i'm allowed to have friends, you know! and, unless you lock me up, i have to interact with other people. it's called living in society! i know you've been isolated for a long time and-
- don't give me ideas, princess... - he threatened you.
- you're being unreasonable!
- no, you are! whoring around the city with a douchebag while your boyfriend is working? you're just a pathetic needy slut, aren't you? - his hand was back on your neck, body pressed hard against yours.
- you're cute when you're jealous. - you teased.
obito put his lips on your so urgently, so violently you were sure he had cut your lip and you would feel the impact later, but right now all you needed was his tongue filling your mouth, his hands all over, his body pressed hard against yours. you threw your hands around his neck and he tightened a little the grip around your throat getting a moan from you.
- just a pathetic slut. - he repeated, biting your lower lip.
- shut up and kiss me, you idiot.
obito glued his lips back to yours and pressed his hips against yours - you could feel his erection against your leg, which made you feel like your body was on fire.
- were you trying to get my attention? were you hoping somebody was watching so they could tell me?
obito's hand traveled down your body, leaving a burning trace behind it, then finally entering your pants.
- yes! - you unconsciously screamed when his fingers found your clit, closing your eyes automatically.
you heard him laugh while his fingers draw those lazy circles he was so good at.
- i bet he wouldn't know how to touch you, where to touch you.
- no, he wouldn't...
obito kissed you to keep you from screaming while he put two fingers inside you. you moaned on his lips and hanged your leg on his hip to give him more space, which made him smile.
his fingers were working wonders inside you, arching, stretching your walls just enough, preparing you, finding your sweet spot with no effort, and then hitting it again and again and again, keeping on the edge, but not quite there yet. you needed a little more, and he knew it.
- obito, please! - your cried, leaning your forehead against his.
- i know you can beg better than that.
he added a third finger, speeding the circles on your clit, which made your body shiver.
- please, please, pretty please...
you were so lost in him, completely given. you would do whatever and however he said.
he lifted your head to look at your eyes.
- please what?
you didn't answer, and that didn't make him happy. he pulled his hand out and you never felt so empty.
- oh, please, don't be mean, i'll be good, i will, i promise!
- you promise?
you nodded frenetically, anything to keep his hands where you wanted him.
obito kissed you, caressing your tongue with his own and drinking your moans when he forced himself inside of you, stretching you, making you feel better than his fingers ever could, making you feel so good, so full. you wrapped your legs around his waist, his left hand was firm on your hip keeping you in place, while the other was still firm around your neck. his pace was rough, hard, fast, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix violently, but it felt so good you couldn't help but moan and hold on to him.
- does it feel good?
- so good!
- can anyone else make you feel like this?
- no, no one...
he grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks together, watching your lips part.
- you're mine. do you understand that?
you nodded, looking pathethic, sinking your nails on his shoulders when the knot in your abdomen got thighter and thighter. he was everywhere and nowhere at the same time, you needed more of him, feel him with every inch of your body, so you pulled him impossibly close, as if you could melt into him.
- babe... - was all you said, dropping your weight on him, feeling weak.
obito knew you were close and, being the sucker that he was for you, he knew he was almost there just because you cumming was the hottest sight in the whole universe.
to be honest he wanted to punish you, to torture you; he wanted to tie you to a bed and tease and tease until you couldn't take it anymore, and then denying your orgasm until your fainted and learned the lesson, until you remembered you were his alone, but how could he do any of those things if just by looking at made him feel like he was capable to declare war against the entire world just to make you smile. but you were his - always have been and always would be. his.
your walls started clenching around him, the knot on your abdomen finally releasing when you came, moaning obito's name directly on his mouth, something he always found incredibly sensual. obito used both his hands to keep you in place while his pace got faster, harder and he grunted while you tried to hang on a little longer for him to have his release, though you were so sensible.
- mine! - he growled, finally emptying himself inside you, but never pulling out.
he kept his hand around your waist, holding you up so you wouldn't fall. it took a while for you both to recover your breath and strength. obito always treated you like that, rocking your entire world.
- i missed you, i missed you so much. - you confessed running your hands through his face.
- i missed you too, baby girl. - he kissed the palm of your hands.
- i hate it when you're away. i hate it so much.
obito's answer was to kiss you softly, barely touching your lips, and you just stayed there for several minutes - your legs still wrapped around his waist, him still inside you, your hands touching his face, memorizing the texture of his skin, the muscles he used to kiss you, the ones he used to smile, all there, at the tip of your fingers.
- you should go back, your parents are probably worried. - he finally broke the kiss, pushing your legs down.
- come back with me, spend the night, please, please, please...
- i can't... i have a lot to do.
obito wiped the tears that insisted on falling from your eyes and you pulled him in for another kiss.
- promise me you'll be careful, promise me you'll be back soon.
- i'll do my best.
obito's a rms let go of you, and the cold air hit you hard, compared to the heat of his body. you felt cold, lonely and empty - he was leaving again, and you didn't know when you would see him next, or if you would. there were a lot of people hunting the real leader of the akatsuki, and every mission was so dangerous... you lived with high levels of anxiety all the time, and obito was to blame. the worst part is that there was nothing you could do about it, he would never take you with him and put your life in danger, but he couldn't stay either, not when everyone thought he was dead and/or considered him a threat.
obito pulled you in for a last hug and kissed your lips gently, then traced kisses through your jaw line and whispered on your ear:
- remember you're mine. if i see you walking around with kakashi again i won't be responsible for my actions.
and then you were back at the front of your house and he was gone, just like that. the only thing that indicated he had been there was his smell lingering in the air and the red mark around your neck.
cookie was innocent, just worded unfortunately. western fans misread it. its about burning a CD for someone, which is why there are a lot of CDs in the music video.
