Naruto men taking care of their s/o when they're sick
I'm currently dealing with a cold and really shitty stomach problems, probably due to food poisoning. So, I present you this. Apologies if it's not good or your faves aren't in it. Also, shout-out to everyone who's currently sick. We're in this together and we'll get through it.
(Includes: Obito, Gaara, Shisui, Itachi and Kakashi)
Tw: Mention of sickness, throwing up and medicine
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Obito
He was woken up by the sound retching coming from the bathroom
After noticing that you weren't in bed, he immediately went to check on you in the bathroom, calling out your name softly to make his presence known and to not startle you
When another wave of nausea washes over you, he kneels down beside you and gently rubs your back in circular motions
"It's okay, love. It's okay. Let it out, I'm here for you."
Once you're done regurgitating your dinner, he hands you some water to rinse your mouth with
And in case you accidentally made a mess, don't worry, Obito will reassure you with a kiss on the top of your head and a soft "Don't worry, honey, I got this" and clean it up while you brush your teeth
When everything is nice and clean again, he will help you back to your shared bedroom and offer to make you some tea and prepare a hot water bottle for your upset tummy
Since he knows how draining and strenuous throwing up can be, Obito makes sure you're nice and comfy, with a bucket in reach and a box of tissues to wipe your mouth and tears with, before heading to the kitchen to prepare that tea and hot water bottle
Back in bed, he will hold you tight and cuddle you, peppering your head with affectionate kisses and whispering words of encouragement
Gaara
He noticed something was up when he came back home and you weren't there to greet him like you always do
After a quick search, he found you laying in bed, wrapped in two blankets and shivering, teeth practically clattering
His protective instincts kicked in immediately at the sight of you and without wasting any time, Gaara began to tend to you, pushing aside his own fatigue
He checked your temperature, fluffed up your pillows, turned up the heat in the room and brought you an extra blanket. He even gave you one of his sweaters for extra warmth and comfort
"Don't worry my little desert flower, I'm going to take care of you."
Gaara practically raids the medicine cabinet and insists that you take some of everything
Despite his usually stoic and calm demeanor, Gaara tends to turn into a bit of a helicopter parent partner when it comes to you. (And he's not ashamed of it)
He also doesn't care that he might get sick as well by being so close to you. He just wants to be there for you and nurse you back to health like a good spouse should. Plus, he can handle a bit of a runny nose and some coughing
Shisui
It was actually him who got you sick in the first place
He insisted that he could take care of himself and that you should stay away until he was no longer infectious. But you didn't listen and that's how you two ended up being sick together
Feeling guilty, Shisui tries to make it up by tending to you to his best of ability. Which sounds as strenuous and tedious as it actually is, with each of you insisting that the other should rest and let them do all the work
To no one's surprise, neither of you actually gets much done and instead spends the majority of the day sleeping
Your diet for that time consists of mostly medicine and teas and some instant ramen. Maybe some fruits or home cooked meals if someone was so kind to bring you some
Despite both of you feeling like absolute ass, you do appreciate the chance to spend some 'quality' time together. Even if that mostly consists of coughing up a lung and trumpeting like a herd of elephants while blowing your noses
Regardless of which of you is the worst off, Shisui will be the one to go to the pharmacy and the grocery store to get medicine, food and a few other things, such as flowers, a "Get well soon" card, a cute little plushie and your favourite snacks
The poor guy is being eaten alive by guilt and his unwavering love for you is what gives him the strength to actually leave the bed and function somehow. Even if it's for your sake only. So you better appreciate his efforts
Itachi
Itachi had come over to your place, to spend the few days he had off with you
Wanting to surprise you, he used the spare key you gave him to access the apartment and prepare a cute little dinner date a la stay at home. That was, until he heard noises coming from the bathroom
He decided to investigate and that's when he found you, hung over the toilet, hair and clothes a total mess and face almost as white as the toilet you were hugging
His previous plans now forgotten, he dutifully takes it upon himself to care for you, starting with comforting you and carefully getting you back to bed once your stomach has been emptied
Knowing that tea, warmth and bed rest are the best way to soothe an upset stomach, Itachi doesn't shy away from becoming your personal nurse/butler during that time
He will make you homemade ginger tea, cook easily digestible meals for you, prepare as many hot water bottles as you need and want and even take care of the chores around the apartment without you even having to ask him to
And on top of that, he still takes the time to cuddle with you and rub your stomach to alleviate the pain and discomfort you're in
He'd even request to have a few more days off, in case you're not feeling better by the time he has to be back on duty
Kakashi
When you and Kakashi met up for one of your rare dates, the silver haired Jonin immediately noticed your ailing state and advised you to take it easy
He even offered to reschedule your date so that you could take the time to rest. But after you stubbornly insisted that you were fine, he eventually gave in, albeit reluctantly
The next day, he decided to pay you a brief visit and check on you
Of course, he wasn't surprised when he saw your pale face sheepishly peeking out from behind the blanket as you tried to stifle a cough
"So much for "I'm fine", huh?"
Pretends to be smug and smart-assy about being right and takes the opportunity to gently scold you for being stubborn and reckless with your health. Look, he cares a lot about you but doesn't know how to say or show it properly, so he acts like an all-knowing, wannabe doctor to get the message across
Signs himself up for the role of your caretaker, because obviously you suck at doing it yourself and he is the only responsible adult here. Basically the pinnacle of self-care. Lol
Expect to be served healthy, home cooked meals and lots of fresh vegetables and fruits to help boost that immune system of yours and get you back to health
May or may not coax you to take your medication by promising you extra cuddles and affection
author’s note: inspired by a pinterest post i came across.
hatake kakashi
you guys were friends, but he treated you so much more special than the others. his gestures and attention made you feel something, and you loved imagining what it could mean. that’s why you found the courage to ask.
“what are we?” you locked eyes with him, gathering every last bit of courage you could find within yourself. there were so many reasons you’d held back, paralyzed by fear — fear of the unknown, fear of what might go wrong, and perhaps most significantly, fear of rejection. yet every gesture he made, every word he said, seemed to carry a message meant solely for you. each action he took filled you with hope, as if he was yearning for you to ask the question you’d been waiting to ask for so long.
as courage welled up within you, you knew that this was your moment — now or never. now, with your courage gathered and your heart thrumming in your chest, you could feel the weight of years of unspoken words pressing down on you. this was it — the moment you’d been waiting for, the opportunity to finally voice the question you’d kept within.
kakashi’s gaze fixed on you, with an expression that betrayed no emotion. his eyes held no sign of what lay behind them, making your heart thrum with anticipation. you were unable to predict his response, or even what answer you longed to hear. moments of silence passed, stretching into what seemed like an eternity. finally, his eyes softened, and he stepped closer, his voice a soft whisper as he asked, “are you asking what I think you’re asking?”
he moved closer, closing the distance between you completely until he stood directly in front of you. leaning in even closer, his face now just inches from yours, he gently met your eyes, his gaze searching deeply as if trying to read your very soul. with a smile on his lips, he repeated, “you’re asking me, what are we?”
his hand moved gently, tenderly brushing away a stray strand of hair from your face. his touch lingered on your cheek, leaving a trail of warmth on your skin before he withdrew his hand. in a whisper even softer than before, he questioned, “you really don’t know?” he took another step closer, closing the gap between you until you could feel the heat of his body and the intoxicating scent that surrounded him. his touch was tender once again as he tucked the same strand of hair behind your ear, “after all this time?”
a shiver ran down your spine at his words, and you looked away, feeling a rush of emotion. “i…” you began, but the words caught in your throat, your heart pounding with a excitement and anxiety.
he moved even closer, closing the last bit of distance between you, and gently pressed his body against yours. his breath caressed your skin as he leaned in, lifting your chin upwards to meet his gaze. his voice was low and intimate as he repeated his question once again, “you want to know what we are?” he paused, searching your eyes for a moment before continuing, “we’re more than just friends — much more. deep down, you know it, don’t you? what’s happening between us goes far beyond mere friendship.”
uchiha obito
you two were just a “one call away” from each other, reaching out only when the heat of the moment struck. you weren’t friends, nor were you lovers, so what exactly did you have?
you were quiet, lost in your thoughts, as you watched obito light a cigarette immediately after your intense moment. he inhaled deeply, the cigarette’s tip glowing softly in the dim light, and then exhaled, sending a plume of smoke into the air. your eyes wandered over his naked body, partially covered by a blanket, and your mind swirled with questions. why did the two of you always end up in situations like this? for the past year, you had been indulging in these intimate pleasure, calling each other whenever the need arose, seeking peace in each other’s touch. yet, despite the time and intimacy shared, you were still uncertain about the nature of your relationship.
obito leaned back against the headboard, taking a long drag on his cigarette. his other hand absentmindedly traced patterns on the sheet beside him. he glanced at you, his eyes taking in the details of your exposed skin in the silence that enveloped the room. the only sounds were the faint rustling of the sheets and the steady rhythm of his breathing.
he exhaled another cloud of smoke, breaking the silence that enveloped the room. his gaze shifted to you, studying your pensive expression with curiosity. he, then, took another slow drag on his cigarette before speaking again, his voice a low rumble in the still air. “you’ve been unusually quiet since we... well, you know.” he paused, watching as your thoughts continued to unravel in your head, and then continued, “care to share what’s going through that mind of yours?”
without warning, he shifted on the bed, leaning closer to you. his eyes locked onto yours, it was filled with curiosity and something else you couldn’t quite decipher. the silence between you stretched on, punctuated only by the rise and fall of his chest.
obito took another pull from his cigarette, the tip glowing brightly as he did so. his fingers toyed with the edge of the blanket, tracing feather-light patterns over your bare skin. he exhaled a long stream of smoke before speaking, a frustration creeping into his tone, but his voice still maintaining his calm. “c’mon, say something, did i do something wrong?” he muttered, and there was an unexpected vulnerability in his voice. his eyes never once leaving your face as he waited patiently for your response.
his touch continued to rove sensually over your body, evoking feelings of desire. you inhaled deeply, struggling to find the right words to express yourself. in that moment of hesitation, pleasure threatened to sweep you away, but the need to respond to him overpowered all else.
as the torrent of words tumbled out of your mouth, spilled forth unfiltered and raw. you stumbled over your thoughts, struggling to articulate what you really wanted to say. “you—what do you think—like—what are we?” you managed to sputter, the words escaping your lips before you could properly collect your thoughts. the question hung in the air, fragile and uncertain, as you anxiously awaited his response, unsure of what he would say next.
the question lingered in the air like a ghostly presence, its silent echo filling the room with anticipation. you watched intently as his expression morphed from a blank slate to one of calculation, his eyes narrowing as he carefully considered his response. time seemed to slow as he methodically weighed his words, casting furtive glances back and forth between your gaze. just when it seemed like seconds had passed, he broke the silence, his voice cutting through the stillness with precision. “you tell me, what do you think we are?”
he moved closer, body pressing intimately against yours, the heat and hardness of his muscles against your soft curves. his warm breath caressed your skin, his voice a low, sultry whisper that sent shivers of desire coursing through your body. “describe us, to me. tell me what you think we are.”
uchiha itachi
you felt something real—something was definitely there between you two... at least, that’s what you had expected.
“you’re back...” you managed to say through your trembling voice after several moments of silence. each word came out hoarse and heavy — it struggles to escape the tightness of your throat. your heart ached at the sight of him, and a bitter lump formed in your throat. his face remained emotionless as he took a step forward, his eyes scanning over you for any sign of change. “why did you come back?” you asked, your hands clenching tighter into fists as you fought back the tears threatening to spill.
his response was silence, a deafening quiet that filled the air between you.
as the silence between you extended, the pain in your heart tightened like an iron vice, clawing at your soul like a ravenous beast. no matter how hard you tried, the words caught in your throat, refusing to surface. He stood there stone-still, his face an emotionless mask, and in that moment, he could have been carved from granite for all you knew. and you cannot stay still and the dam broke, as the words you were trying to hold back spilled out in a whisper. “you never stay,” you managed to force out.
“say something. don’t just sit there and stare at me.” your voice quivered, the desperation bleeding through as you longed for a response. though you couldn’t tell what you wanted more: an answer or for him to remain as stoic as he was so you could hate him forever.
his icy eyes bore into yours, his gaze as intense and unyielding as winter’s relentless chill. with a casual detachment that belied his demeanor, the stillness that surrounded you both intensified the silence, broken only by his almost emotionless question. “what is it you expect me to say?”
you felt a shiver crawl down your spine at the sound of his voice, its chill as deep and impenetrable as the arctic. even after all these years, his detached tone hadn’t thawed even a fraction, remaining as frost-bitten as ever. he never let his guard down, never allowed even a glimpse beneath the stony facade. this coldness of him was what hurt the most—the knowledge that you couldn’t breach it, couldn’t reach the vulnerable part of him hidden behind the barrier.
your eyes, tear-filled and weary, met his gaze, the pain in your heart growing with every moment as you struggled to understand his actions. “itachi,” you said, your voice trembling, the weight of your emotions like a physical presence, “you appear out of nowhere, spend nights beside me, only to vanish before i wake up. you sit there for hours, watching me in silence, never revealing your thoughts or feelings. now tell me, what the hell are we?”
“i don’t think we are anything,” itachi’s words echoed cruelly in the otherwise silent room, the weight of his response hanging heavily between the both of you. the chill tone in his voice was enough to freeze any warmth in your heart. you could hardly believe what you were hearing, yet there was no mistaking the cold truth of them. you stood there, feeling as if he had just stabbed you in the chest with a dagger of ice. “we’re not together, we’re not a couple. we don’t have anything. you know that.”
your voice quivered with pain as you confronted him, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them. “why do you keep doing this to me?” you choked, voice breaking from the outburst. “why do you keep coming back if all you’re going to do is remind me time and again that we're nothing?” you couldn’t understand his behavior, why he would come back to you only to keep insisting that there was nothing between you. it was like a game, a cycle of disappointment that left your heart battered and bruised.
itachi’s gaze remained steady, his expression still unreadable. he paused for a moment as his words hung in the air — and you saw an expression of him, far from the usual demeanor he has — hesitation, and it was enough to give you a glimpse of something more beneath the surface. it was as if for a moment, the mask he always wore had slipped, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced once again by the chilly indifference. “i don't know why I keep coming back here,” he admitted, his gaze still fixed on you. “i just—”
“you just?” you waited anxiously for his response, hoping he would say something in regards to this matter — that he would give you some understanding of what was going on in his mind.
itachi remained silent for a long while before finally speaking, his voice retaining its emotionless tone. “i just can’t seem to stay away.”
Hey anon, it took me a while, but here it is! I hope you like it :)
Warnings: NSFW, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Tags: modern au, fake dating, jealousy, possessiveness, dom Obito Uchiha, afab reader, dirty talk (degradation kink-ish), slight breeding kink that comes with the Uchiha package, fingering, oral sex, vaginal sex, praise kink, angry sex (ish), bratting
Word count: 3k
It wasn’t as though you didn’t like Obito. He was nice and funny, but you two were just friends. And because you were good friends, you thought you could ask him for a favour. Your ex had been sleeping with other people even though it had only been a month since you two had broken up. It might have been petty, but you did not want to look lame or as though you were still hung up on your relationship with him. Obito had accepted to act like he was your boyfriend, but you thought he was taking the jealousy a little too far.
His hand never left the small of your back, you were practically dragged on his lap every time you wanted to sit down, and his eyes were furious every time he saw your ex looking at you. He had insisted on doing several shots, and the more he drank, the more possessive he got.
When he went to the bathroom, you decided to get some air. You didn’t want to admit that Obito’s behaviour was making you question your friendship with him. His hands on your waist, the scent of his cologne, his strong arms holding you tightly were getting to your head. At the same time, you found him to be stifling. Wasn’t this supposed to be a ruse? He was supposed to be easy-going as he always was, not a guard dog.
You leaned against the railing of the balcony, sighing. It was quite cold for a September night, and you wished you’d worn something a little warmer, but you had wanted to look good. In hindsight, it was stupid. Why were you so bothered if he did sleep around? You’d been the one to break up with him.
‘Your new boyfriend has a short fuse’
That was the last voice you wanted to hear.
‘He’s just protective’ you said, and your ex stood next to you, a little too close for your liking.
‘Worried I might get you back?’ he taunted, voice syrupy. You sneered, grinding your teeth.
‘He has nothing to worry about’ you hissed. If he thought he could get you in his bed and use you again, he was sorely mistaken.
When he got closer, you started to straighten up and step back, and his mouth almost brushed yours. Before you could even begin to unravel what had happened, the sickening sound of a fist colliding with bone made you wince. He stumbled into a potted palm, almost smashing it before he regained his balance and cradled his jaw.
‘What the fuck-‘ he started to shout, but Obito stepped in front of you, harshly pulling you against him.
‘Do that again and you’ll have to get plastic surgery for your nose’ he snarled, his fingers tightening around your waist, almost hurting you.
‘You’re insane’ your ex gritted his teeth, but he did not try to retaliate. Obito scoffed darkly, tilting his head. You swallowed, unsure what you should do.
‘You have no idea. We’re leaving’ he said, giving him a last look of revulsion before he dragged you inside and snatched your jacket.
‘Obito, wait-‘ you said, pulling on his arms. He glanced at you, his eyes hard and unwavering, the deepest black burning with the kind of look that made you squirm and stop protesting. You weren’t worried at all he might hurt you, but what he’d done… it was way too far. He was taking the theatrics too far, and you were pissed that he would make a scene.
He dragged you down the stairs, and you struggled to keep up with his long legs, and despite the fact that he looked furious, he still opened the car door for you.
‘Obito- that was too far’ you said, crossing your arms. He looked down at you, his expression unwavering before he jerked his head towards the passenger seat.
‘Get in’ he ordered, voice more authoritative than you’d ever imagined would be possible.
‘You don’t tell me what to do’ you said out of spite, even though you wanted to leave the party now that he’d caused a scene and he was your only way home.
‘Get in, y/n. We will talk after’ he barked, though his voice was low and dangerous. You wondered what the hell had happened to your easygoing best friend.
‘You can’t drive like this’ you said. His eyes were boring into yours, and he looked stern.
‘I’m fine. I won’t repeat myself’ he said, and you huffed and got in, just because you were starting to get cold and you were tired of arguing. He closed the door and walked around, sitting down behind the wheel and leaning over you to put your seatbelt on. It pissed you off that he was treating you like a child. He put on his seatbelt and started the car, driving off.
The car ride was silent, but you noticed that his fingers were tight around the steering wheel. So tight his knuckles were turning white. His hair was messy, as though he had ran his fingers through it in a bout of anger, and his mouth was set in a hard line.
You crossed your legs away from him, looking out the window and crossing your arms. If he wanted to act like a prick, you’d beat him at his own game.
He parked in front of his house and you undid your seatbelt and got out, stomping over to the door. He opened it, and as soon as he closed it behind you, his mask slipped. But you were quicker than him.
‘What the fuck was that about?’ you snapped in the dimly lit hallway, and he grimaced, kicking off his shoes. You followed him through the kitchen, where he grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge and took a swig. His expression was dark and ominous, and his fingers were tight around the bottle.
‘Was this all a ploy to make your ex jealous? That’s low’ he said gruffly, ‘you kissed him? Liked making me look like a clown?’
‘What? I didn’t kiss him- he tried to kiss me, but you punched him in the face. What the hell got over you?’ you said, spreading your arms to illustrate your point. Obito laughed darkly.
‘You felt bad for him?’ he asked, swirling his beer in the bottle before he took another sip.
‘Can you stop the interrogation? You’re being ridiculous’ you huffed. Obito straightened up and put the bottle on the countertop, striding over to you until he was inches away from your face and you had to strain your neck to look at him.
‘Ridiculous? I’m not your second choice. I’m not a toy, and I’m not stupid either. I saw the way you looked at me all night. You think you’re so slick and subtle, but I can tell you want me. The question is, do you want me or him more? Because I’m tired of playing games’ he said, voice hard but strained. You inhaled sharply, your heart hammering in your ears, deafening you.
‘I don’t want him’ you said through gritted teeth, staring up at him. He swallowed heavily before his lips clashed with yours, sending a surge of electricity through your whole body. Your stomach dropped, and when his fingers tangled in your hair and his lips sought yours out with rage mingled with passion, you were wholly undone. You answered in kind, pouring your frustration and desire into pulling at his short black hair, biting his lower lip, sucking it until he let out a low moan. But he didn’t seem to want to give you too much freedom to get aggressive, because he pushed you against the wall, lifting you up until you had to hook your legs around his hips. He pushed his tongue against your lips, almost demanding you to let him slip it into your mouth, and you let him, although you were just as ravenous as he was when the kiss got deeper.
He didn’t say anything as his mouth trailed down to your throat and he started sucking, but you pulled on his hair, conflicted between the pleasure and the anger at the fact that he was marking you.
‘Maybe you need a reminder not to flirt with other people. And they need a reminder that you belong to me’ he said in your ear, his fingertips squeezing your ass.
‘I wasn’t flirting’ you hissed, going to his neck and nipping at the curve of his shoulder, sucking harshly. Two could play that game, and you weren’t going to let him win.
‘I always knew you’d be stubborn’ he groaned, carrying you to his bedroom and landing a sharp smack on your ass that made you yelp.
You’d never have thought Obito could have this side about him. Jealous, yes. But harsh, demeaning and possessive? You had had no idea. And the fact that it was making you wet was thrilling and humiliating at the same time.
He lowered you onto the bed, going back to kissing your mouth as if he were a starved man. You clung onto his back as he gripped your thigh and pressed his erection between your legs, making you gasp softly at the friction.
‘After this, you’re only going to be thinking about me. I’ll make damn sure of it. Just like I always think about you’ he said, lifting himself up to take off his white hoodie. You had always known Obito had a nice silhouette, but he was really attractive, all slim hips, faint abs and strong, nicely curved biceps. His collarbones were slightly jutting, giving him a graceful look. You ran your hands down his arms, holding onto them, feeling the rippling muscles as he propped himself on his elbows and tugged at the zipper of your dress. He clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, staring at you with burning, lustful eyes.
‘Dressing like a little slut… were you craving attention so badly? Wriggling on my lap, making me feel your ass on my cock like it was nothing- do you have any idea what you do to me? Or maybe you do, and you just enjoy behaving like a slut’ he crooned, voice sweet as he pulled down your dress and tossed it on the floor.
‘That’s not true’ you breathed, but your voice came out needy and lewd as he licked your nipples through the lace of your bra and pushed his cock against your cunt, making your hips twitch.
‘God you sound so fucking needy, darling. All for me, yeah?’ he mocked, lifting your back and unhooking your bra. His eyes roamed your chest, his hands palming your breasts, his mouth latching onto a stiffening nipple to suck and tease it with his tongue.
‘Obito-‘ you moaned, rutting against him, deranged with pleasure already. He was driving you insane with every movement, and it seemed he was far from done, because his hand slipped under your panties, middle finger stroking circles around your clit.
‘So wet. It’s not true, huh? Why are you drenched for me, then? Who knew a brat like you would enjoy being put in her place’ he said, sucking hickeys on your tits and flicking your clit with his strong, slender fingers. You moaned, arching your back into his touch.
‘More’ you moaned, gasping softly, your eyes closing. Obito laughed softly, yanking your underwear down swiftly and spreading your legs.
‘More, mh? I can give you more’ he drawled, a wicked smirk on his lips as he lowered his head to leave a trail of kisses down your stomach and on your thighs. You inhaled sharply, mewling when he dragged the flat of his tongue up your cunt, tensing it and flicking your clit as he got to the top. Your hands shot to his hair, and he moaned, pulling one of your thighs on his shoulder and starting to lick your clit up and down, one of his hands kneading your ass and the other sliding between your legs to push two fingers inside you.
‘God- ‘bito- too much’ you whined, squirming when he curled his fingers and wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking gently.
‘I thought you wanted more. Take it like a good girl’ he said, his eyes on you as he twirled his tongue around your clit, making you moan loudly and roll your hips into him, painfully close to an orgasm.
‘I’m close- gonna cum’ your legs tensed up, and you bit your lip hard, your moans increasing along with the pumping of his fingers against your g-spot and his tongue on your clit.
‘Cum for me, needy slut’ he said against your cunt, sending you spiralling when he hummed softly as he sucked on your clit. You came with a drawn-out whine, and Obito moaned, continuing to lick and fuck you with his fingers through the aftershocks that rocked your body and made your clit throb.
‘That’s my good girl’ he cooed as he lifted his face, licking his lips and wiping his damp chin.
You were too dazed and fucked out to even move or speak, but Obito was clearly not finished with you. He took off his trousers and black boxers, and his cock sprang out, fully hard and slightly curved upward. He was thick and quite lengthy, and you watched, entranced, as he stroked himself with the hand that was wet with your slick, groaning softly.
‘Are you on birth control?’ he asked, giving you a glance. You nodded, and he smirked, looking satisfied as he flipped you onto your stomach and pulled your hair, his breath fanning your ear.
‘This is for pulling that stunt and being such a dirty little slut. You can take it rough, can’t you, darling? I want to hear you beg for my cock’ he said, rubbing his cock along your labia. You pushed your ass against him, wanting him to just slide in and feel that fullness that you could only imagine…
‘Answer me, brat’ he said, pinching your nipple. You moaned, eyes screwed shut tightly.
‘Shut up and follow through, Obito’ you groaned, wanting to push his buttons. You didn’t want him to have it easy. He groaned, smacking your ass and thrusting without any care inside you. You moaned filthily, feeling him everywhere, the upward tilt of his cock pressing right against your g-spot, making you see stars.
‘That’s what I thought. You’re so fucking tight, little slut’ he moaned, fisting your hair and straightening up, his hand gripping your hip as he started giving shallow, lazy thrusts inside you that kept brushing against your g-spot and stimulating your clit from the inside.
‘Fuck- you’re so fucking perfect’ he breathed, twitching inside you. Your mouth was agape with every shallow, taunting thrust, until you couldn’t take it anymore. You needed him to be rougher. Needed him to lose control and just fuck you with reckless abandon.
‘Harder’ you panted, fisting the sheets. Obito hummed tauntingly, slowing down even more.
‘Not good enough’ he said. You whined, gritting your teeth, uncaring of how needy you might sound. It was way too much.
‘Please- fuck me harder’ you keened. Obito bottomed out and buried himself to the hilt inside you with a grunt, the hand that was on your hair wrapping around your throat, making your mind foggy and your body hypersensitive.
‘Good girl’ he said, setting an unrelenting pace that left you clawing at the sheets and gasping with every thrust. His hand pressed on your lower stomach, and you let out a loud whine and a string of pleas and curses.
‘That’s it. Cum around my cock. So fucking needy. So pretty. Anyone ever made you feel like this? Anyone get you this needy, begging to be fucked?’ he groaned, pairing every sentence with a harsher thrust, until you were a moaning mess, tears streaming down the bridge of your nose, your lower stomach tight.
‘No- just you. Only you- Obito…’ you moaned incoherently, and his fingers had barely touched your clit when you came around him so hard your field of vision was white for a moment.
‘Fuck… that’s it. That’s it. I’m close. Gonna cum inside you, fill you with my cum, make you mine’ he moaned, holding both of your hips and fucking you so roughly your head was spinning.
His low moans and groans were music to your ears, and you pushed your ass against him with every thrust, getting him even closer to the edge, until he let out a long moan and came deep inside you.
He was panting, pushing inside you lazily a few times before he slipped out of you and slumped next to you.
You didn’t speak for a few minutes, catching your breath, both of you exhausted from the wild fucking you’d been engaged in for what had felt like hours.
‘I got carried away. Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?’ he whispered, turning to face you, stroking your hair much more gently than the way he’d been doing it earlier. You smiled slightly. You’d clearly both needed the release, but you couldn’t deny that there was something more to it. Something deeper, more meaningful. You didn’t really want to unravel the repercussions of fucking with your best friend so possessively just yet.
‘It was good- better than that, Obito’ you said tiredly, and he chuckled, holding your hand and kissing your knuckles.
‘I- I want you to know I didn’t do this out of spite or lust- I mean, of course I want you, but- I wanted to do this. For the longest time. I… I have always loved you’ he said, his eyes slightly wide and uncertain.
‘I… love you too, Obito’ you said, your heart full. It was easier than you’d thought to realise that. It didn’t feel like you were being vulnerable, it felt like you were both bared, body and soul, and the feeling that had been concealed and denied for so long had finally bloomed in your heart.
Obito sits in front of a brand new PC that he stole just so he can send Akatsuki and Kakashi emails and I imagine him to sit hunched forward clacking away at keys cackling madly as he types messy angry emails to Kakashi, spamming him with email after email until he gets blocked. He doesn't have Kakashi's email address so he makes up what he thinks are emails Kakashi would use ([email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected]) At some point ONE of the emails he creates does happen to be Kakashi's miraculously, and he instantly gets blocked after a short and terse "Obito fuck off" so Obito makes a million more emails and spams Kakashi. He uses lots of emojis in-between his messy thoughts and he even has a folder for drafts he DOESN'T send, with more thoughtfully, capitalized half formed bullshit (Kaka.. DO u MISS TOBI? DO u THINK OF TOBI WHEN ur ABOUT TO FALL ASLEEP? HAVE u EVER REGRETTED ANYTHING KAKA,...,,, DO U WANT TO KILL urself SINCE ur HOKAGE NOW AND STEALED TOBI'S DREAMS?!) Obito also writes drafts with long winding journal type emails (Listen kaka, tobi is gonna be real wit u.. i think about us a lot ok?...)
He tries to send viruses to Kaka.. Until he realizes he doesn't know how to "get a hold of computer viruses" or how to attach them to emails.
(he sneakily tries to invite Kakashi to make a discord.. which results in Kakashi deciding to make a discord chat for all the anbu/hokages/important people of Konoha, which when Obito finds out about, he tries to infiltrate, and gets blocked)
... Eventually Obito realizes he can send email through an app on his phone. The nudes he meant to send to Rin? 'Accidentally' make their way to Kakashi.
Can you do Baby boyfriends again for itachi madara shisui sasuke and Obito 🥺 I know you’ve already done sasuke but it’s just so cute! (Pls include calling them mama) SWF and NSFW ❤️🥺🥺❤️❤️ PLEASEEE
Warnings: 18+, mdlb, overstim, smut. No madara 💔
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🌸Obito🌸
Sfw
From the very start of what ended up being your adorable love story, Obito showed signs and symptoms of being a little bit co dependent.
“Hold my hand y/n”, is what he’d say as a front, but one day it was no longer a command, it soon became a clingy “Please hold my hand baby”, and he’d make the cutest face you’d ever thought he could muster as he slouches his shoulders and puts his hand out to you. The minute he feels the warmth of your hand spreading over his he immediately straightens up, feeling confident again, walking with a bounce in his step knowing his baby is by his side.
Trying to mask his needy personality off as a protective dom didn’t last too long. For a matter of fact, his plan failed dismally, you see, being a natural loving and caring person is Obito’s biggest weakness. Show him a crumb of compassion and he’s really yours to keep🥺 the man has mental health issues.
Obito loves to spend some quality time with you, cuddling, soft kisses that leave him out of breath and pleasant conversation is the purest therapy he has ever experienced in his life.
He finds it very difficult to be separated from you. If you’re the type of person who appreciates their personal space, Obito might not be very understanding of that. What is personal space even? Not around him. He needs to be apart of your existence somehow, someway.
He feels most loved and appreciated when you feed him his breakfast or dinner. It’s not like you have much of a choice, he gets all grumpy and all the more clingier when you deny him the kind of attention he’s asking for. He’s so heartbroken when you tell him “no” and struggles to understand why you need space from him sometimes.
Nsfw
He sure is needy under the sheets too. Sometimes when you’re cuddled up or about to go to sleep, he won’t stop bothering you. Burying his big hands under your shirt to cup your breasts, teasingly pulling on your nipples so you can smack his hand away, enjoying how you’re constantly whining his name out and playfully fighting him away.
He loves play fights!! Yes yes yes!! Wrestling for dominance is his favourite kind of foreplay. Even though it’s short, he loves having his hair pulled on and will sometimes take your hand and place it on top of his head, silently asking for you to tug a little. It turns him on so much when you’re both in the middle of love making and you can’t keep your hands off of him, tugging, scratching, pulling, kicking. If you’re not fighting him off of you he won’t feel like he’s doing much of a good job for you. So he’ll become a little whiny and start begging you for some instructions.
While he’s eating you out he wants to hold your hand, and begs you to keep going for him once he starts overstimulating you. “No, don’t tell me to stop, please baby, please just a little more, you taste so delicious”
When you’re fucking him, the mommy kink might peak through if you let him. He loves being edged and denied by you alone since you spoil with with affection and love for lasting long enough. When he’s gripping the sheets and digging his heels into the bed, you might need to finally give in to him, because he begs for you in the sweetest way, tugging at your heart everytime. “Fuck!, uhhh, mommy please this time please!!”, he whimpers and he’s so fucking cute and whiny you have to talk him through it or else because how can he manage🥺
Also, talk to him right please. Nice and soft.
“Wow, is my precious boy gonna come now? Show mommy how good she’s making you feel my baby”, and it’s just too fucking easy, he’s spurting hot loads of cum all over your fists like and erupting volcano, his back hips lifting off the bed to accommodate the immense pleasure.
Cleaning him off while sweet talking him and being gentle and calm with him is the type of aftercare he could only experience in heaven. You make him feel so safe and secure, praising him for doing a good job for you this time around. He’s so tired and clingy afterwards, he just wants your to wrap your arms around him and fall asleep with him.
💗Shisui💗
Sfw
Shisui has always shamelessly shown you how vulnerable he could be since you’re so loving and kind towards him.
He notices that you are in fact affectionate, and takes advantage of that by being a baby around you all the time!
He puts your hand of his head to communicate head pats. HEAD PATS!!! Will unnecessarily whine and put on a whole performance for you when you don’t just do it on instinct. Please head pat him every time you greet each other. It’s worth it anyways, the cute blush across his cheeks and how he smiles trying to surpass the giddiness he’s embarrassed to unleash.
Always wants to match with you. Matching pjs, matching sweaters, matching kunai designs. If you’re not playing along he gets so offended. Like excuse me ma’am, you’re supposed to find every idea of his adorable and entertain it. How dare you.
Don’t worry, Shisui is the easiest baby to cheer up. Some raspberries on his neck, extra wet kisses on his cheeks and forehead, holding his and jumping in his arms. Please yes.
Loves snuggling with you and burying his hands in your pants for extra warmth. What they say? Thick thighs save lives or something 😭🏃🏾♀️
Nsfw
He NEEDS to please you. No matter how it happens. Being overstimulated? He can take it if it will make you happy. Even as he closes his eyes shit, hisses and grips the sheets, he will bare the pleasure you’re giving him since you told him to. “Uh uh,” you warn him as he tries to push away from you after he cums. “Be a good boy, lay down and take it baby. Can you do that for me?” And this man has a new obligation. He’s going to prove to you that he is in fact 100% your good boy.
You absolutely love dominating Shisui. He’s so pliant and eager to please. You can play around with him as you please. And he eats it all up.
“Damn mama, pleeeeaaaseee”, he whimpers as you suck the life out of him, tugging your hair to hopefully escape. “Tell me I’m good, fuck!!! mama, what are you doing!”, he moans in that sexy, soothing voice of his, confused as to what route he should take. Enduring this, or chickening out sooner than expected. Such a brat, he knows either way he’s getting all of his mamas attention and affection either way.
You’re going to take advantage of him all soft like this for you. “Well I’m not sure baby, do I have to stop or can you take more for me?”, and he’s gritting his teeth, this love hate relationship he has with pleasing you. “Damnit! I can momma🥺!”, he whimpers and it’s wholesome how he tries to stay macho while completely submitting to your pleasurably sick will. “Good job baby, I love you sweetie”, and he might just cum again from hearing you say that.
🌸Itachi🌸
Sfw
Shit man, Itachi spent the majority of his childhood having big people stress levels. He’s the most childish mf you’ve ever met!
He loves to play. As in actively play with you outside. If you happen to get sent of missions with him, he has a line up of games in his head for the two of you to enjoy as you travel, ranging from tag, to hide and seek, and other games. You’re not the biggest fan of tag because he always wins and it’s not fair. But if you don’t play with him, he sulks a little, and wants to be all of over you some affection to soothe his aching soul. 🙄
Won’t bother to clean up his act when the rest of the group is around, or even other people. The Uchiha slaughterer will gladly snuggle up against you, hold your hand, rub his cheek against yours and hug you even in public, no matter the place or time.
He really feels like he can connect with you over moments so special where you play with him and entertain his existence.
He feels so special when you cook and clean for him, bowing very low to show his gratitude before giving you and giant bear hug.
Nsfw
I’m sorry but it’s no playing around with Itachi in this category of things. “Uh uh, more. Keep going mamas”, he whispers in your ear, his voice so deep and rugged from the constant panting, “If you want me to stop you’re going to cum one more time”, he promises, just like he did the last two times you came, and you believed him, nodding your head in desperation, “god! Itachi! “, you’re screaming, so dumb and overwhelmed when Itachi chuckles to him self, wrapping his arms around you to press you against his chest, his hips still thrusting at the same steady pace. Deep and slow. “Yes mammaa! Let go, it’s fine, it’s okay shhhh”, he hushes you, holding you tight against him as you violently convulse in his arms.
Loves to fuck standing, simply to watch you struggle to stay up. The more dependent you become, the better.
Synopsis: Losing your parents was hard on you, but taking on the challenge of raising a kid at the age of 14 was going to be harder. You were just lucky to have him by your side.
A/n: remember that Jiraiya fic and how I said I was going to make another one but for another character(s). Here it is. Hope you'll enjoy it <3
Age: 14
The thunder clapped above as a knock sounded on your door. You were shaking, terrified of who could possibly be at your doorstep during a time like this. Shuffling your feet towards the door, you grabbed the bat nearby, readying yourself for what was to come. The knocks got louder and more urgent, filling your body with more and more fear the closer you got.
You grasped the doorknob before ripping it open. Lightning flash across the sky, illuminating Kakashi before you. "What..." you started, confused as to why he had left his post. A coo sounded out.
Your eyes widened as you peered down at the baby in his arms. "You need to take him... Y/n he's not safe" Kakashi stated as he thrust the baby into your arms. You sputtered out questions and excuses, but he didn't listen and instead took back off toward the forest.
The same area where your parents were.
You bounced the baby a bit, quietly watching Kakashi disappear before stepping back into the house. Your eyebrows furrowed, but you soon realized whose baby this was and your blood ran cold at the thought. If it wasn't safe for Minato Sensei's son-
Another clap of thunder shook the wooden planks of the house. You felt hollow, did this mean that your parents... The baby began to stir and you worried he was going to cry. "Hey, buddy. Maybe some milk would help!" You exclaimed out loud. Turning swiftly, you moved towards the dark kitchen. Stepping inside, you tried flipping on the lights, but they didn't turn on. "Well-" your voice cut off as lightning illuminated the room.
As well as the figure standing in the corner.
Your heart was in your throat as you held the baby close to you. "Who the hell are you?" You snarled out, back pressing against the wall as you cursed yourself for forgetting your bat in the entryway. A part of you hoped that he was fake, that you were seeing things.
Then he moved.
You inhaled sharply. Flying to the side to get to the knife block, his arm wrapped around your waist before you could get to it. Letting out an exasperated scream, you and the baby flew back to your previous spot, but this time you were blocked in by their taller form. You felt tears well up in your eyes and you instinctively pulled the baby into you as the man, who you now saw was wearing a mask, reached out to touch him.
"Don't you touch him!"
His hand froze and his face lifted to look at you, a bright red eye was glued to yours, causing your chest to feel tight. No.
"I need him, Y/n"
Your blood ran cold, your worst fears coming true as you put two and two together. "No" Your breath was airy and light, if he wasn't so intently listening to you he wouldn't have heard it. He stepped in closer, head cocking down at your terrified form. "You've never been so afraid of me-"
"My mind is lying to me. You aren't who I want you to be-"
His mask was off before you could finish your sentence, and you wished then that you wouldn't have said anything at all. There he stood, the boy you thought you'd never see again. "No... No no no- Did you do this?!" You exclaimed, anger soon replacing the disbelief coursing in your body. He recoiled at your anger, you were not the same girl you were 3 years ago. "What happened to the sweet girl that I remember?" He cooed out as he cautiously ran a finger down your cheek, it was loving.
It made you sick.
"Don't act like I'm Rin" you growled out, lips quivering as you fought the urge to curl into him. His thumb rested on your bottom lip as his fingers gripped your jaw "I missed you all the same"
You opened your mouth to interject but his lips silenced you. It felt like you couldn't breathe. This was what you wanted, and when he "died" you ached for this moment. You just didn't think it'd happen. "Obito-" you muttered against his lips as his free arm wrapped around your body, pulling you into him. "God I missed you" he purred, and for a second you believed him.
You froze as the hand that gripped your chin was now resting on the baby. "Give me the child. Better yet, come with me."
"No. No no no no NO!" You finally snapped out of it, shoving him away from you and the child. Coldness surrounded you and you nearly gave in again just to be in his arms. But it was a lie, it was all a lie. He didn't love you when he was 14, so why would he love you now at 17? His eyes grew dark, and betrayal and anger flashed across his features. "Fine then...." he drawled out, head moving side to side to crack his neck.
"All I need is the kid anyway"
He lunged at you, but you were faster than him. Flying out of the kitchen, you raced towards the front door, grabbing the bat along the way. You could feel him right behind you, but flinging open the door stopped everything in its tracks. You came face to face with the 3rd Hokage, out of breath and panicked. His fear-stricken face softened at the sight before him, you held onto Naurto so tightly and by the looks of it, you were alone.
The masked figure on the loose wasn't here. "Lord 3rd!" You exclaimed. You whirled around to look for Obito, but you realized then that he had disappeared. "Y/n... I thank you for keeping the child safe. However, I need to discuss some things with you"
You nodded at him as your eyes fell on the baby. He continued talking but your mind was racing. Where the hell did Obito go? Was he still here? Was he waiting for you to be alone again? "Y/n" Your eyes flicked back up to his, silently urging him to continue.
"Tonight was a disaster... I think you're going to want to sit down for this..."
you honestly felt like your relationship was a joke.
even at the foundation of your relationship, you were unsure of the future and in hindsight, had decreed them red flags.
firstly, naruto had never really noticed you or your heated crush on him.
but after years of hard work and compliance from his friends (cough, a certain blossom haired girl) and tears you finally had got him for yourself.
he was.. safe to say, an unsatisfactory boyfriend.
he would hardly pay attention to you, hell bent on proving himself to the village to be an honourable hokage.
at first you wondered if you were the problem. if you were being too demanding, or attention hungry or unreasonable.
after a long talk with many of your close friends, you concluded that you (surprise, surprise) were not the problem.
it was hard. you were in love with him, after all. ever since he had saved you from the sound nins in the chunin exams. you felt like you were special. you had dared to think that he perhaps had saved you because he had eyes for you.
but as you walked away after telling him about your separation, you realised that you could not have been more wrong.
OBITO UCHIHA
you were whipped the moment you saw the young uchiha bathing in a waterfall in your village.
now now, that sounds pervy. to provide a more decent explanation, you were on your usual walk on the path leading to the market when you saw him, the powerful force of the water running through his body.
wait, running through his body?! you let out a scream, thinking he was an urban ghost.
it was only a second after when he was pushing you against his muscular body, kunai aiming at your throat.
look how far you both have come, with you lying on his chest, stripped down to nothingness. it was the only time you got to see him, not tobi, not madara, but obito uchiha in his rawest form.
you felt special. you felt amazing that you were the only person who knew of him, knew of his existence, knew of his past, knew of his inner turmoil.
but beneath the layers of your simple heart, you knew that he would never, ever love you. he had told you of a girl. rin nohara.
the way he spoke of her had your chest tightening. the look in his eyes, the sadness in his heart all but poured through whenever her name was uttered in your home.
she was a mirage, a goddess, an entity you would never reach. in your eyes and in his, you suspected, that you were either her replacement or her lesser counterpart.
you didn’t want to be either of those things. so, one day, with your heart in your hand and your sorrow gathered in your throat, you left your home.
it was selfish, leaving so abruptly. but you wanted to know if he would think of you, if he would seek you. if he would chase you after all.
years later, with your third child in your arms you wonder what happened to the man who never wanted to stay tied down to reality.
“Why do you always run away from me, you squirm and get shifty eyes then look away from Tobi.” You we’re trapped against a tree by the orange masked man. Whose playing tickling ended up with him pinning you to a tree.
“Cause can? We don’t have to stand close for this mission to work so we?” For once he says nothing, his dark eyes looking both of yours. So you say, “Your just really tall and thick and it makes me feel small you know.”
“Your surrounded by bigger people all the time why is it different with me.” His voice drops, his rough, “Unless my size does something else to you.” He slips his leg between yours. And you can’t help but rock your hips, groaning.
He lifts you up with his thick thigh, as you grab onto black and red cloak.
Obito asks, “Do I like how small I make you feel, did you enjoy me throwing you over my shoulder to get you out of the way during the fight today. Is that why you couldn’t look me in the eyes since?” He cock is hard as you try your hardest to not move anymore on his thigh.
“Yes, I’m sorry, I can’t help but think that your cock would be big to and how you would spilt me open.” His eyes widen, as Obito gets a bit flustered at your honesty.
Swallowing thickly, and groaning, “Tell me what else you think about me.”
