Kinktober Day 7- Stuck in a wall: Obito x AFAB!Reader
CW: Obito x AFAB!reader, improper use of kamui, spanking, choking, slight degradation, hinted overstimulation, unprotected piv (don’t be stupid), cream pie (don’t be stupid) p*rn with no plot, lmk what i missed
18+ MDNI
You were trapped in his kamui, well… at least half of you was.
“Ngh- fuck, right there!” You whimpered, your voice falling on deaf ears as you spoke into the void that was Obitos escapist reality. You felt a presence behind you, his portal to his dimension opening up so he could hear your pretty moans.
“Shoulda done this a long time ago… I can fuck you while I’m here and if anyone tries to hurt you i can just kamui your pretty ass outta here.” He gave your ass a smack and you tried reaching out for the white marble that was the flooring of Obitos kamui realm. It was weird, looking and touching the white blocks for support in some fucked up prison that was in his mind, while your feet were planted firmly in the grass back on earth. Never the less, the fucking you got was proper and the reality of it happening in two places at the same time was utterly erotic.
“Mmm… fuck, you’re practically dripping down my leg baby,” he hummed, rutting into you. You clawed the matte, white pillar, nails dragging back down to your sides due to the hardness of the rock.
“O-obito… keep going. I’m so close…” you whimpered.
Obito gripped your waist hard, his cock hitting just the right spots while his other hand reached into the kamui circle and gripped your throat. You gasped, airways blocked as you sputtered into the abyss. Your face felt hot, your legs weak, and your cunt pained in only the best way.
“Fuck yeah, take it. take it just like that. The things I’d do to see that pretty little fucked out face of yours right now.” He muttered, hips stuttering as his cock bulged in your stomach. You reached a hand down to feel his outline and he grunted.
“Yeah… Yeah, you feel that?” He smirked, picking up his pace and choking you out even harsher. You tried speaking but his grip on your throat has you only letting out broken moans as your slickened walls clamped down tight on his shaft. He laughed.
“I can’t hear you,” he teased, smacking your asscheek. He loosened his grip and you gasped for air, shaking in his portal. “Such a dirty girl, y’know? Begging me to fuck you in not one realm but two? I should’ve known you were gonna be trouble.”
He pounds into you as far as he can until he’s balls deep with each thrust, his balls slapping against your clit each time you two fully connect. He has a sadistic smile across his face as he watches your legs give out, held upright by the portal. He thrusts into you one last time before he cums deep inside of you with a groan that came booming from his chest. You clench around him, drooling all over the white platform and moaning into the endless abyss.
“Fuck…” he hissed, pulling his hard cock out of you and watching your shared cum dribble out of your poor hole and onto the backs on your thighs. He pulled you out of the kamui, your back flush to his chest.
“Look at the mess you made, it’s a good thing it was out here and not in there. I’d have a lot of explaining to do next time I throw someone in there.”
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Naruto Smut Monday 2022 - Obito Uchiha x OC Masterlist
All works here are NSFW as they contain adult themes. So if you’re not 18+ please don’t interact! Made For @naruto-smut-monday event
Pairing: Obito Uchiha x Nariko Mori (OC)Work Summary: Do you know that theory, that we exist in multiple universes, and we are destined to be somebody, or meet someone, or rather, it's the universe saying "this is the path for you to follow, deal with it"?
Have you ever heard about that feeling, when you meet somebody and you could swear you know this person for a long time, even if you know you have never met that one?
This is a story about Nariko (OC) and Obito. She is an ANBU Captain, without a really exciting life. He is someone who shouldn't live, a mastermind planning a world's change. Two individuals that meet by pure coincidence.
And the universe just says "deal with it. Or I'll make you deal with it".
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Chapter 1 - Starlight (Canon divergence AU)
Chapter TW: OC story, something something destined to be together, parallel universes theory will be highly abused in the whole story, sexual intercourse, outdoor sex strangers/enemies to lovers, secret identity, overall it's porn with plot
WC: 8863
Prompt for chapter: Starlight
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***Chapter 2 - Ribbons and pearls (Historical AU - 1920's)
Not remembering them from their other lives, Nariko and Obito meet under different circumstances. She - a smuggler working for the Senju family, he - a cop that is forced to be dirty by his boss. They feel familiar, yet, they don't know why.
Chapter TW: Alcohol, cigarettes, swearing, light bondage (only hands bound), pseudo-historical AU - 1920 inspired, mentions of guns
WC: 6,636 (15,500 for all work)
Prompt for chapter: Ribbons and pearls
Once again Nariko and Obito meet in other lives, having only vague, not really comprehendible flashbacks from the other lives. This time he was lucky enough to be born into one of the most known al wealthiest families in Konoha City. She, had little less luck - being a dancer and a whore in an exclusive strip club owned by Tsunade Senju.
Chapter TW: Alcohol, Stripper AU, Future AU, strip club, Nariko being a prostitute, kinda public sex, oral sex (fem receiving), just… sex
Chapter: 3/12
Chapter word count: 9,009 (24,509 for all work)
Prompt for chapter: Exhibit(ionism)
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Chapter 4 - Perfume (Fantasy AU)
In a weird string of events, Nariko and Obito cross their paths again. This time, he is just a human searching for a true feeling, and she is a stubborn nymph that tries to run from the fate that has been chosen for her without her consent. And in the meantime, Tsunade Senju, the old wise witch, is more than happy to help them both.
Chapter TW: Fantasy AU, Soulmates AU, Perfumes as a way to discover your soulmate, kinda public sex, magic things everywhere
Chapter: 4/12
Chapter word count: 9,638 (34,147 for all work)
Prompt for chapter: Perfume
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Chapter 5 - "Is that a kunai?" (Mafia AU)
The universe is very stubborn about crossing Nariko and Obito paths. This time, he is a hitman for an Uchiha family, while she works as a hitman for Senjus. Yet, when they met at a certain masquerade ball organized by the Nara family, both with an order to fight to the death, the outcome might be… Quite different.
Chapter TW: Mafia AU, modern AU if you squint, sex in the forest, dirty talking, weapons - 1 (one) certain kunai, I probably destroyed Madara, I’m so sorry 😐
Chapter: 5/12
Chapter word count: 6,545 (40,692 for all work)
Prompt for chapter: “Is that a kunai?”
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Chapter 6 - Teamwork (College AU)
The universe found another place where Nariko and Obito should meet. At other times, and in an odd place that the university is Nariko again is pushed by her others to a specific place where she meets Obito, again in one of her many lives, even if the past ones are only dreams of them both.
Chapter TW: University AU, dirty talking, 69, that “teamwork” prompt treated very loosely, beer-pong, alcohol, my image of American-like college is based only on a few movies that I’ve seen and it’s probably very, very incorrect.
Chapter: 6/12
Chapter word count: 5,411 (46,103 for all work)
Prompt for chapter: “Teamwork”
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Chapter 7 - Innocence (Angels AU)
Again Nariko and Obito meet in a world where they don’t know about each other; mortal enemies - she as an angel, pure and untouched, and he as the one they already have fallen. Again fate makes them meet in very unusual circumstances.
Chapter TW: Debauchery, loosely treating the subject of angels and god so please be aware if your religious beliefs might be hurt, corruption, virginity loss, oral sex (fem receiving), Angels AU
Chapter: 7/12
Chapter word count: 6,851 (52,954 for all work)
Prompt for chapter: “Innocence”
Another dimension, another meeting - this time Nariko, a pirate, the captain of a ship “Konoha” finds herself at the auction, on which a strange creature shall be presented. Obito, the merman forced into human form through a collar put on him by an evil sea witch…
Chapter TW: Pirate AU, Magical AU, Merman!Obito x Pirate captain!Nariko, mentions of slavery, enslavement, shackles etc. suggestions of deaths, Kakashi is evil
Chapter: 8/12
Chapter word count: 6,550 (59,504 for all work)
Prompt for chapter: “Tailed beast”, "Collar"
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Hello! :D I will say no more, this is just smut. No plot, nothing more, just dirty things :D
You have no idea, how surprised I am that this one is longer than SFW fic xD Hope you'll enjoy this one :D
Pairings: Obito Uchiha/fem!Reader
TW: College AU, Oral sex (fem receiving), shameless smut
Word count: 3176
Work summary: It was the day of your crush's birthday, and you decided to confess your feelings... And possibly give him a little gift.
NSFW, kids no-no
Walking from your dorm to uni was not a pleasant experience - the cold February air was easily getting into your long winter jacket and short shirt you decided for your look today, and with every blow of the freezing wind, you thought that maybe this wasn’t a good idea.
Sure, you had a plan, the one you’ve been thinking about for some time now. There was this guy that attended classes with you - tall handsome, sports player… Ladies' favorite, and very out of your league. As simple as you could be - a quite good student, silent, and timid one, looking and admiring people from afar, and there was no way someone like him could possibly take interest in someone like you.
So today was going to be a special day; either you would break your own insecurities, and finally show that you exist and tell Obito that you like him, or you’d just stay until the end of the college silent, only looking at countless pictures from the many sports competitions and gym, until you finish university and your paths would never cross again, and someday you’ll be cured from the unfortunate crush.
Deep inside you had hope that the first one would happen.
With such precise makeup, you felt odd, yet somehow confident and proud that you managed to do it, not screw up even once, and looked good - not too much, but enough for the colors to be seen, even the delicate ones. Just the right amount for your taste and skill set.
And you knew you caught everyone’s eyes once you showed up in class, late, in the outfit nobody had ever seen on you. The whispers around, making your skin shiver unpleasantly, and the disappointed look on the professor's face, with lips, put into a tight line and head shaking with disbelief. All that only confirmed that it was eye-catching. But doubtful if in a good way.
You did see how Obito, the object of your miserable crush, was looking at you from the back row - with face painted full of surprise, and his jaw wide open - almost hitting the floor; you were sure it was the first time he ever took any interest in you, the first time he ever looked at you. Blushing hard, feeling the embarrassment growing, you sat down in the front row, doing everything to keep yourself together and look as decent as you could, and praying not to be called to step up to the desk and answer some questions.
Well except the feeling of every eye in the room looking at you, and the cold feeling on your neck, you were quite lucky - apparently, the professor had enough compassion to see that your state wasn’t… Natural.
Every other break and class looked exactly the same - you stood like a pillar on the corridor, bombarded by the eyes of those who ever paid attention and remembered your usual outfit, you had your eyes stuck at Obito whenever you saw him, but with no courage to come or speak whatsoever. And while in class, you couldn’t force yourself to focus, feeling weirdly naked, observed, and embarrassed.
And Obito, he was looking back at you, catching your gaze every damn time, and that only added to the shameful feeling.
Well, this plan was just the worst idea you’ve ever had, you had to face it. Not only you made a clown out of yourself, now even if you’d admit to him that you like him, he’d just laugh your feelings off. With nothing left other than waiting for the end of the day, running away, and throwing out the ridiculous outfit.
So with relief, you welcomed the empty corridors when your last class ended. You just had to hide for a moment from the sports team - of which Obito was a part - to leave the locker you needed to pass by, and you were good to go.
Once the voices faded away, and the air lost the sharp and distinct smell of testosterone, you moved, trying to vanish as soon as possible.
And here is where your luck ended, the moment you were passing the locker room, doors abruptly opened, and in the frame here he was, with hair still wet from the shower, strong smell of his shower gel and shampoo was much nicer than the sweat of the bunch of males that lingered here a while ago.
“Well, well. What do we have here?” His voice startled you, made you stop in a place, petrified, with a heart pounding like you were the one that just finished training.
Abashed, face burning red you managed to stutter out “h-hey…” Before he pulled you inside the room, he guided you somewhere deep, in between the lockers. The shirt you were wearing was thin enough to let you feel the coldness of the wall he pushed you onto, yet, he wasn’t doing anything. Only standing, with his arms crossed on a wide chest, head tilted, cocky smile glued to his lips. He studied your figure, from the roots of your hair to the very end of sneakers you had on. His stare was hard to bear, feeling his eyes sliding on every part of your body, suddenly the plan ‘I am the gift’ wasn’t looking so easy to fulfill.
“What is it? You’re suddenly not so confident when we’re alone,” a deep chuckle rolled from his chest, echoing in the empty room, putting goosebumps all over your bare arms and thighs
“I-I…- H-”
“Hm?”
“H-happy birthday…?” You blurted out the first thing that came to your mind.
“How do you know that?”
“Facebook page. I-” A quick lie. You couldn’t just give him that you got that from one of the people from the project group, speaking too loudly about the birthday party that will happen over the weekend. “I saw the reminder today.”
“That’s interesting,” One step, second… And he was near you, dangerously close, enough for you to feel the strong scent of perfumed gel again, and to feel the warmth of his body on your skin. “Because I’d swear I don’t have my birth date put on there.”
Well… Shit.
“Tell me one thing, (Y/n)-”
“You know my name?” Shocked that he actually knows your name, you interrupted him before you could actually think about it.
“Hm, surprised? Isn’t that interesting,” Obito leaned closer, enough to tickle the shell of your ear with his warm breath, inducing another shiver, and another portion of goosebumps, this time on your neck, “so tell me… Do you like me?”
At first, a nervous chuckle was everything that came from you. But Obito was patient, teasing your skin with his breath as soon as he noticed how you reacted… And you’d swear he was having a great time, seeing you whimper and shake. Finally, you swallowed the thick saliva that gathered in your mouth, and with a less dry throat, you answered with a little hoarse voice, giving away the bits of how the whole situation worked on you already, “well… Isn’t it obvious?”
“Did you dress up like that for me?” his chuckle went straight to your ear, followed by a deeply pleased purr. You nodded, and his face appeared in front of yours, almost touching your nose with his. The smile he had, his eyes dreamy he opened his mouth. You were sure he would kiss you, but instead, you only felt his warm breath on your lips. “Why?”
Yes, more questions, more stuttering. Why do you even think about his? “I- I thought I could… You know, tell you that I like you- I wanted to, and-” breathing out you tried to curl yourself, become as small as possible to flee from there. “I’m sorry, I should go-”
His hand was faster than your moves. the very moment you turned your head away, his fingers grabbed your chin. Gentle touch, yet firm enough to turn you hear in the previous position.
“No, no, stay,” the brush of his nose on your skin wasn't an accident. The way he spoke, the way he looked at you… Still, the next words felt like a cold ice ball, sinking in your stomach. “And what if I’d say that I don’t want to, and I don’t have any interest in you.”
“I guess I’ll just burn from embarrassment… But you’re… Looking at me like you,” taking a deep breath you took a shot. What could you possibly lose by now, hm? If you were to make a laughing-stock out of yourself, might as well go all the way, “You like me back Obito.”
“Only now you noticed, huh? Too intimidated to look at me, to see how every time you pass near me I’m just devouring you with my eyes, I wish you could feel how my body burns just to feel you.”
“Really?”
“Mhm… Although I prefer when you wear those tight jeans. Your ass looks like a work of art in them and that hoodie can’t hide it. And god knows how many times I stopped myself from giving that ass a slap. But this is nice too,” the little yelp that came from your mouth made Obito chuckle. His hands, which were politely holding your chin or just leaned on both sides of your head, now grabbed the soft flesh of your ass, plunging his fingers into your skin. “And I like how natural you are, all the time.”
“Well, yeah, I’m not particularly skilled at makeup.” You leaned, hoping to catch his lips, but he avoided it with a cheeky smile.
“I know, and I was thinking of a thousand ways to get to you… You seem… Too smart for me. When I saw you looking at me today, following me with those wonderful eyes, I thought that- maybe I should try, I only needed an excuse to talk to you.”
“I thought I’m out of your league,” finally, breaking your own insecurities, your fingers touched the clean-shaved skin on his jaw, tracing the small line from the top of the cheekbone to the corner of his lips, “and all this time…”
“So smart, yet such a dummy,” lips that you were trying to catch once again, were now kissing the inner side of your palm - small kisses, giving you another portion of goosebumps, making your lips part and inhale loudly. A simple gesture, and yet it made your knees weak, and you could just feel how there is a small spot on your panties, that slowly grows bigger and wetter. “Do you really want me? Do you want this to happen? Now?”
“Yes.”
“Perfect,” still refusing to let you close the distance as you wanted. More kisses landed on your wrist and forearm, “because I don’t want to hold myself back anymore.”
Even if you loved what he was doing, even if you were braver with your hands now exploring the side and nape of his neck, fingers raking gently through his hair, you had enough. Enough teasing, enough holding you on the edge. He was talking, and talking, praising, but you grew impatient with every second, burning, ready to jump on him. But only a plea rolled out from your lips. “Just kiss me, please.”
It was like a wish come true. Leaving the trails of saliva to dry, the warmth of his lip disappeared from your hand, to reappear on your lips less than a second later. An arm wrapped around your waist was embracing you whole, perfectly. Obito didn’t wait for any permission. You asked him to not tease you, and he was impatient too. Briefly, he sucked onto your upper lip, only to part them with his muscle, and push it into your mouth, meeting your own.
And while a strong arm held you in place, and while your hands, shamelessly now, were pulling the black strands, you felt how fingers found a way under your skirt again, hooking under the thin fabric, twisting it, tightening the material to the point the pressure was burning your skin.
He moved only a bit away. The saliva string was still connecting your lips, burning from the heated kiss.
“You want this?” He breathed out, pushing down your panties, now not really useful, soaked completely.
“Yeah,” a nod to confirm, “I kinda…” you bit your lip and smiled, as an abashment successfully blocked your throat for a moment.
Obito smiled too, catching the innuendo, finishing your sentence for you “imagined this? Here? With me?”
Oh, he could read you so easily, you could just shut up and let him act. “Y-yes. Many times.”
“Great, because it is my fantasy too,” another kiss was placed on your lips, and suddenly Obito lowered on his knees, pulling at the same time a thin piece of cloth down, leaving it curled at your ankles. “Now… Let me have a slice of my cake,”
“I-I thought it works in the other way,” the shiver ran down your body, and your hips jerked up front, feeling the warm breath on your soft thigh, followed by a gentle kiss placed in the same spot.
“Oh hush, let me enjoy this, it’s my birthday after all.”
With a will to retort, you were not given the chance to do so. Once the tip of his tongue connected to your clit, your fingers entwined, pulled the black strands, guiding his head to the direction you liked the most. And like an obedient boy, he followed the lead, listening to your gasps and breaths.
Gently he freed your ankles from the cuffs of your rolled underwear, and now that they were free now, it was his time to guide. Your leg landed on his arm, his hand caught the edge of your skirt, and rolled it up the waist of it, fisting the material, holding it to your belly, while the other hand ghosted over your entrance. Having the most beautiful sight, kneeling in front of you; you looked down on him, with eyes elated, grimace twisted in delight.
But he wanted to take more. Once he was satisfied with how you were dripping over his hand, his finger slowly entered your hole, first only one, moving slightly, making sure you were comfortable, to add a second one soon enough, not feeling or hearing any resistance from you. His lips were not stopping, sucking and lapping on the small button. Incredible, how with ease his fingers found the spot that made your back arch, and moan. A bit too loud.
That was when he stopped, lips parted from your pink swollen clit, fingers staying steady in your clenching heat.
“ Tsk. Be quiet,” he growled, and your insides tightened, provoking the shit-eating grin on man’s face, “or the janitor will catch us, doing foul things. Hand over your mouth.”
His order wasn’t something you could disobey. Your palm held tight over your lips, muffling any sounds that you'd come out of you. Obito only murmured ‘good girl’ straight into your pussy, making you jitter once more, before his mouth attached to your lower lips again, eagerly continuing to devour you.
He worked slowly but scrupulously, the tips of his fingers hitting the sweet spot within every move. And you did your best to hold back any moans biting on your own fist, even when his work showed the desired result; your body shuddered, and your walls clenched on Obito’s digits, wetness dripping on his hand.
You looked down on him once again, a hazy frown painted on your face. Obito was smiling, his eyes locked on you with pupils dilated, his fingers moved once again, reaching deep inside you when the man suddenly turned towards the doors, listening carefully.
The doors. The lock started to rattle like somebody tried to unlock already opened doors. The handle squeaked, and a sudden wave of fresh air hit you both.
“Obito?” You whispered, panicked about what was happening.
“Play along,” whispering back he just did the best thing he could talk about. While his hands were quickly fixing your rumpled skirt, his mouth found its way to yours, closing you two in a kiss, making you taste yourself all over his lips and tongue.
The irritated clear of someone’s throat interrupted you. At least that’s what you wanted the person who came inside to believe.
“Can’t you find some other room to canoodle? Brats don't have any shame these days,” the sharp voice of the janitor was vexed and clearly disgusted, looking at you from behind the row of metal lockers.
“Any problem?” It was Obito, who was equally angry that someone dared to interrupt consuming his birthday cake.
“Yes, there is. Better skedaddle before I will tell the principal that you behave immorally, Uchiha,” the janitor barked, holding the broom like a thread and a weapon.
“Yeah, whatever. Come on (Y/n),” he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the exit, “I can’t even have a minute alone with my girlfriend.”
Girlfriend?
“Oh get lost, brat,” the man shouted the moment you crossed the threshold.
Clearly, Obito was guiding you both to get your winter jackets, as the corridor he had chosen led to the basement.
Though you had one question in your mind, and you felt like you needed to ask it. “Girlfriend?”
“I- I assume you wanted…” His eyes avoided looking at you. An adorable blush tinted his cheeks, for the first time ever. “Well if you don’t-”
“Hey, I want to!” A bit panicked that he could change his mind. You almost yelled, “I just thought you don’t do relationships with girls like me.”
He grabbed your coat from the rack, and his from the nearby too, and while handling you the warm clothing, Obito kissed the center of your forehead. “Dummy.”
“And…Where are we going?” The question fell out of your lips, once you stood in the exit corridor.
“To my place. I only had a slice of you,” the man leaned, whispering straight to your ear, “and I just feel like eating the whole cake today.”
Seeing how blush painted your cheeks in the strawberry-red hue, made Obito laugh loudly. He pulled your hand again, but you stood like a pillar in the middle of the corridor.
“But- please tell me you have my panties?” You whispered your question, abashed, wrapping the coat tighter on you refusing to move without them.
Again, that cocky grin bloomed on his lips. “Ummm actually… I think we left those in the locker room.”
Oh no… That would mean that your panties were tossed somewhere, probably under one of the benches, soaked and rolled. Clear evidence of how much the two of you misbehaved. “W-what? But the janitor-”
“Yeah, I know,” he opened the front door, letting the cold air in, “we better run.”
He grabbed your hand, and you had no other choice but to follow, joining the contagious laugh, listening to how his promises were quieted by the fresh and still falling snow that kindly kept them only to your ears.
