A/N: I got some inspiration during an early morning Tumblr read and this story started spinning in my head. I definitely see myself making more of these for both men cause they're fun and quick to write which means I'm gonna pick back up with my requests and publish them as headcanons
Arranged Husband Obito who has always loved Rin even though he’s been betrothed to you since birth.
Arranged Husband Obito who ignored you most of your days at the academy because he was always seeking her out. You remember bringing him rice cakes only to be told a weary ‘thanks’ before he left them on the ground to chase after Rin in a game of kick the can.
Arranged Husband Obito who you never stopped trying to connect with because you thought the world of him. He sometimes felt intimidated by the light behind your eyes when you’d stare at him. Your look of admiration brightened the room when he was late due to assisting the elderly, a look that made him shy.
Arranged Husband Obito who became a different man after Rin’s death. Dark and violent. Someone you didn’t recognize anymore.
Arranged Husband Obito who broke your heart when you discovered he was helping Itachi slaughter your clan. The screams of your family echo around the compound leaving you trembling before him.
Arranged Husband Obito who couldn’t stomach the look in your eyes, so different from when you looked at him growing up. Tears brimming the rims of them, the light gone and a darkness of fear taking its place.
Arranged Husband Obito who spared your life, telling himself it was so someone could raise Sasuke when really he couldn’t stand the thought of snuffing out your light even more than he already had.
Arranged Husband Obito who kept visiting the village for many years after to check on you. He watched from afar as you took Sasuke to school and taught him the secrets of your clan.
Arranged Husband Obito who can’t stand it when you go on dates because you are still promised to him, even if you don’t know it. You wonder why you’ve never been on a second date and no one seems to be willing to tell you what you did wrong.
Arranged Husband Obito who leaves small gifts on your kitchen table between missions to remind you that you belong to him. The gifts never say who they’re from but you take a guess, feeling a mix of comfort and fear. You look out of your window intensely every time you find one, trying to verify what you know to be true.
Arranged Husband Obito who thinks about dismantling the Akatsuki so he can return to the village to be with you. Missions become fewer and his vision for the future turns blurry as he wrestles with what he wants.
Arranged Husband Obito who slips into your bed at night to lay with you. His body carefully pushing flush against your curves. His hand tracing your arm as his face, free of his mask, rests in the crook of your neck. When you wake, he always teleports away, leaving no trace of his presence other than the warm mattress next to you.
Arranged Husband Obito who decided to wait in the dark for you to come home while Sasuke is off on a mission. He scares you half to death and you try to stab him with your kunai before you realize it’s him.
Arranged Husband Obito who finally made his presence known as he watches your face ping pong between emotions. You don’t know whether to be terrified, excited, relieved, or incredibly sad. You settle on pensive anticipation, waiting for him to explain himself.
Arranged Husband Obito who holds you in his arms as he steals the kiss you’ve been waiting for your entire life. In spite of all he’s done, you still love him. He’s the only man you think about when you’re alone and you always wondered what this moment would feel like.
Arranged Husband Obito who pulls you into him so your body is crashing against his. His grip on you possessive, hands wandering to where they shouldn’t before lifting off your shirt and slipping below your undergarments.
Arranged Husband Obito who lays you on the bed, crawling over you as your breathing becomes shallow. Your eyes light up once more as you look up at him. His intense stare driving you wild with need.
Arranged Husband Obito who takes you the way he wants to because your body has always belonged to him. He thought about this moment on a loop for the past ten years. How you would feel, what noises you would make, how well you would take him.
Arranged Husband Obito who makes you see stars when he buries himself inside of you over and over again. Your core barely able to wrap around him, your consciousness fading in and out with how hard he makes you cum. It was everything you ever wanted and more.
Arranged Husband Obito who makes you forget his past crimes by pulling orgasm after orgasm from you. Any shame you had at first for sleeping with the enemy has long disappeared with your sanity for surely you’ve gone mental, longing for a warlord the way you do.
Arranged Husband Obito who marries you in secret. Only Sasuke and Itachi know of your affair, being sworn to secrecy, not that they would ever betray a fellow Uchiha...again.
Arranged Husband Obito who plays villain by day and loving husband by night. Harsh to his enemies and tender at home with you. The boy you knew and loved as a little girl knelt at your table each night, sitting before you as a man who you thought was long lost, shoveling rice cakes into his mouth two at a time.
Arranged Husband Obito who quietly becomes sensei to Sasuke, helping him unlock his mangekyou and showing him how to rein its power.
Arranged Husband Obito who feels guilty about the Uchiha’s demise and bears the need to revive the clan he helped destroy. When you're not home, he replaces your birth control with sugar pills and finds an excuse to stuff your heat every night. Cumming in you so often that it begins to make you feel nervous.
Arranged Husband Obito who fills you with his seed till your shaking from sensitivity before shushing your sweet cries and flipping you over for a second and third round.
Arranged Husband Obito who finally sees you holding a pregnancy test, anxiously waiting to hear you tell him it’s positive.
Arranged Husband Obito who is the best father you could ever have dreamed of. He’s warm and goofy while always ensuring the safety of the family. He leaves his organization behind and is already trying to stuff baby #2 inside of you.
Summery: Coming from a poor background you were sold to the pleasure house at a young age even though your dream was to one day be a shinobi. Instead, as you grew up, your mistress got tired of your attitude and sold you to the first duo who asked. These two were none other than members of the formidable Akatsuki.
Warnings: NSFW, DubCon, Female receiving oral, threats of violence,
Word Count: 2.5k
A/N: This is an AU where all the Akatsuki members are alive and together. New mini-series.
Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7
Sold to the pleasure house at a young age, you were familiar with a life whose path is set for them. You knew you were to serve noble men and their kinks before being sold and married off to the highest bidder. Only you weren’t one to be touched against your will. You had always wanted to become a ninja but you weren’t born into a shinobi family. You were born into a poor family who couldn’t afford to keep their only child. So you read and you practiced, all by yourself. Every day, from the time you were young till now, you centered your chakra, allowing it to flow from point to point. Feeling its life-giving strength fuel your power. You developed what you read was an unusual combination of Fire and Water style jutsus. Your favorite one to use was phoenix flower jutsu. The balls of fire dancing in the space between you and the latest toolbag who tried to touch what he didn’t pay for always made you feel protected. Little did you know it couldn’t protect you from everyone.
Back at the Akatsuki hideout, the crew was getting rowdier than ever. Constant missions had kept everyone apart for months but the burnout was obvious so their leader, Tobi, assigned missions closer to home. The issue is that a band of ruthless shinobi such as the Akatsuki don’t do well within close quarters.
“Give back my detonating clay!”
“Nice try blondie. I know you were in my room trying to steal Samehada last night. She told me so.”
“Was not!”
“As if I believe you. Maybe I’ll feed this to Samehada, see if she’s as good of an ‘artist’ as you.”
“Wait! I need that for my art!”
“Psh, you speak of art as if it’s your god. Come to the way of Joshin and you’ll never worry about your silly art again.”
“SHUT IT Hidan!”
“Or what?! Wanna become Joshin’s next sacrifice!”
The purple-haired man swings his scythe at the young artist when the tall shark-like swordsman snatches up the boy by his long blonde strands.
“Hey! Let go or I’ll-”
“-What, kill me?”
“All three of you need to shut up! When’s our next mission so I don’t have to suffer you idiots?”
“Sasuke, that wasn’t a very nice thing to say to your brethren.”
“Not now, older brother.” he retorts with a pinch to his nose. Soon a half white, half black figure pops into the room.
“Can someone tell me what it’s like to poo?”
“Ah, gross Zetzu! Why’d ya have to bring that up again?!”
“Well, when someone answers the question, maybe I’ll stop.”
“ENOUGH!”
The voice was deep and commanding. An orange-masked man rounds the corner in his scarlet clouded cloak and all members fall silent.
“You are shinobi of an elite organization. Act like it.”
The man named Tobi strides through the room catching Pain on his way out.
“Pain, Konan, come.”
A tall orange haired man with a face littered in piercings and a slender woman with a paper flower in her hair follow behind into a spare room.
“These idiots are always bickering.” Tobi’s baritone states with exhaustion.
“They’re bored sir.”
“I give them respite and they thank me by acting like a bunch of children.”
“Maybe they need something to do…or a way to blow off steam.” Konan defends
“They should be training.” Pain says with a firm nod.
“...or…uh, I…nevermind.”
“Out with it woman.” Tobi’s words spit out like venom.
“Maybe they have…urges…to release?”
“Oh they do, do they?” Tobi presses “Are you speaking from experience?”
With flushed cheeks Konan’s lashes fall.
“That’s what I thought.” Tobi looks towards Pain, “You’re dismissed.”
Both shinobi turn to leave when the deep voice speaks up again, “Where are you going?”
A slender hand raises to tuck lavender strands behind one ear. “You said we were dismissed.”
“No, I said he was dismissed. You haven’t finished serving your purpose.”
With a thick swallow, Konan stands up straight and turns back towards Tobi. “What do you need?”
With each word he steps forward.“Tell me more about these urges? How do you suggest we satisfy them?”
With one more swallow, Konan finds her composure “I would suggest concubines sir.”
“Concubines, eh?”
“Yes, I believe there are several pleasure houses in the nearby village.”
“Good, I want you to check them out.”
“Check them out?”
“Yes, find some pretty merchandise for your comrades.”
“Don’t you think you should vet them first? You’ve been so picky with who you’ve let into this organization and these girls will be privy to our secrets.”
Tobi muses to himself before agreeing. “We’ll do reconnaissance tomorrow.”
You finish your supper as your lady enters the room. “House is busy tonight. You’re taking the next caller.”
“I’m not putting up with any funny business.”
“Try to be desirable for a change. And stop scaring away the customers.”
“They’re dreadful and disgusting.”
“And pay well”
You scoff at her. “I’ll be in my room.”
“You scare off one more customer and I’m selling you.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time!” you call over your shoulder as you walk to your room in a huff. You wish to slam the door as hard as possible but she was right, you could hear your sisters all working. The sounds of men groaning come from every corner of the house and it would be unwise to create a ruckus on such a bustling evening.
You sit at your looking glass and brush out your hair. You allow it to fall down your back and tickle your neck before you lean forward to apply a small dusting of blush and smear rice water cream over your lips to soften them. Just as you finish, you hear your door begin to open. You look up to a stout man entering your room and raking in your appearance with obvious hunger. You felt your stomach tighten at the thought of entertaining him but you plastered on a sweet simper and move to sit on the mattress, patting the place next to you.
Meanwhile downstairs Konan approaches your misses.
“Excuse me ma’am. Would you happen to be selling any of your girls?”
“Who’s asking?”
“I am.” Tobi’s tenor voice crashes over the lady as her mouth falls open in fear upon seeing the masked man with the glowing red eye. She realizes her state and quickly closes her mouth while wiping her hands on the front of her dress. “No, I am not selling any of my girls.”
Across the home you hear a man shouting in terror “FIRE! FIRE! HELP THERE’S A FIRE”
“...Except for that one.” she finishes with rage.
Tobi and Konan immediately head towards the shouting to check on the source of the commotion. Upon entering the room they see a beautiful young woman with hair fallen around her face and a disheveled kimono open in the front, exposing both breasts and her pelvis.
“Oh relax” you say, weaving hand signs for your water style cannon to extinguish your phoenix flowers. “Now go, and don’t come back. We don’t need your type around here.”
“Yes we do!” your mistress chimes in, pushing Tobi and Konan to the side to scold you for your behavior.
“No we don’t! He’s a pig! And who the hell are they?!” you say gesturing towards the cloaked shinobi.
“Your next customer”
“Absolutely not.”
“Well that’s too bad cause they intend on purchasing your worthless hide.”
“Like hell they’ll take me.”
You weave the tiger sign to once more scare away these newcomers with your phoenix flower flames only to be met with a ginormous fireball to the face. Quickly you switch your jutsu to water style to combat the masked stranger when he voluntarily stops.
Your hair falls in your suddenly sweaty face as you gauge the man before you.
“My, my. Aren’t we a feisty one? And a user of ninjutsu as well. That’s a first.”
“I’m not interested.”
“Well too bad for you because I am. Konan, give the lady the money.”
“Good, take this ungrateful slut off my hands. Maybe you can knock some sense into her. I don’t need my house set ablaze every other day. I’m done.”
You feel your chest constrict with anger and sadness. To be cast aside, demoted to the value of a coin, yet again, and be forced to go to a new home once more. What’s more, is your tricks won't work on this one. He can out master your flames. You give a panicked look to the one with a paper flower atop her head before your teary eyes stare up into the dark hole of the orange mask.
A gloved hand glides up and cups the bottom of your chin, “Don’t get soft on me now kitten. I enjoy the spark.”
You rip your face away from his hand but he grabs you by the arm. “Konan, test her out for me, please. If you like her we’ll keep her, if you don’t we’ll kill her.”
The sadness in your heart quickly spins to fear as you realize how dangerous your new owner must be.
“But sir-”
“You said you had pent up urges.”
“I-”
“What? Were you going to ride the face of that Pain puppet? That seems a bit chilly, don’t you think? Why not try someone with a little more body heat?”
The pain and insult were obvious on Konan's face but she did as she was told and approached you.
With cold and hooded eyes she demands, “Knees.”
You swallow, remembering his words. There was no way out of this one. You were going to have to do what you were trained for and earn your keep…along with your life.
‘You’re the whore; you know what to do”
Your hands rifle past the noir cloak and find the ties of her pants. You pull the skin tight spandex down past her knees and gently lift her leg to tenderly slide the fabric over her ankle and off her foot.
The pants now removed, your hands hold open the front of her cloak similar to your open kimono. You lift yourself off the heels of your feet and bring your mouth to the front of her cotton panties. You kiss her heat over the cloth before your teeth find the waistband and pull down.
“Good girl.” you hear the masked man purr from the entrance of the room.
One hand slides under the thick bamboo fabric of the scarlet and black cloak to graze over her cheek and sink your fingers into the soft flesh of her behind while your other hand wanders up her pale inner thigh, finding her labia and slipping two fingers up into her slit.
Grip tightening on the muscle of her rear, your fingers thrust in and out, hooking inside her squishy insides, feeling how they tighten around your digits. Once she gasps you pull them out and look up at her face before wrapping your lips around your fingers and sucking them clean. The taste was sweet, almost like a baked treat and your lids flutter slightly before she grabs a large section of your hair and pulls you up to your feet.
“Arms folded behind you and lay down on your back.”
You do as she instructs and find her crawling up on the mattress to straddle your face. Her robes fall over your head and you are plunged into darkness, completely blinded by the cloak.
As her weight pushes against your face, you open your mouth to kitten lick at her entrance made wet by your foreplay.
Just as you open wider to sink your tongue between her lips she reaches back and pinches your nipples earning a cry from you that vibrates against her folds. A satisfied hum can be heard from the place where the masked man stood and you knew he approved.
You jab your tongue out as far as you can and stroke forward inside her heat, slurping up her juices with loud wet sounds. Her hips rut against your face as satisfied signs leave Konan’s chest. You wrap your lips around her little nub at the front of her entrance and rub the tip of your tongue back and forth along the bump.
Her legs close around your head before suddenly releasing. She repositions herself so that she is facing down your body rather than towards the head of the bed and as she sits back down, your nose prods against the crevice between her cheeks.
With better access to her swollen bud you seal the perky tip between your pillowy lips and suck. Her thighs squeeze against your body and she weaves hand signs so that two paper butterflies appear and fold into clips. They flutter towards your nipples and you feel their wings brush against your skin before the clip on their bellies opens and traps your sore nipples between them.
You squirm and whine at the discomfort but really it causes you to clench around nothing. Your legs kick out feeling desperate to get up but your mouth obediently continues to pet her clit.
Konan lifts her hand and brings it down harshly between your legs, slapping your folds and protruding clit.
You scream, the vibrations tickling between her legs causing her to lower more of her weight onto your head. Your legs snap closed. “No you don’t.” she says smooth as butter. Grabbing one of your legs in her arms, she holds your leg against her chest and continues her assault on your folds.
Her rutting against your face as you scream causes the noises to come out muffled and broken which only makes Tobi’s member stiffen in his pants. The spectacle of your squirming beneath his comrade mesmerized him and he knew he wanted you to himself.
You open your mouth wide to drag your tongue all the way from the hood of her clit, along the front of her entrance and point it as it enters her heat where you dance it in and out of her hole causing her to fall forward and rest her weight on the hand pushing into your waist.
The butterfly clips attached to the tips of your breasts tightened the more you please the female ninja, who eventually falls all the way forward and returns the favor, sucking on your own swollen nub till your legs shake with pleasure.
The harder she sucked, the harder you sucked, till you feel her gush on your face and both of you collapse from orgasm. She dismounts, panting from the feeling and nods at her masked counterpart. “This one will do.”
“Well, well, looks like you’re coming with us after all.”
Before you had a moment to realize the meaning of his words you feel yourself being pulled forward and suddenly you are in a dark gray abyss filled with large chunky blocks. You look around realizing it is just you, naked, aside from your small kimono that you pull over your shoulders for comfort. You are standing there alone, all by yourself, with no idea where you are or how you got there.
Masterlist
Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7
Summery: Obito found you paying your respects to his memorial and an obsession with his first love's best friend blossoms. Soon he finds that he will do anything and everything to protect you, his delicate peach.
Author's note: Yes, I know the timeline is a bit altered, it was a creative decision. Deal with it. :)
Itachi and Kisame remove their hats as they return to the hideout looking slightly worn out, presumably from battle. They had just finished scoping out the Leaf in search of the nine tails jinchuriki and Itachi’s little brother, Sasuke.
“Did everything go okay?” Pain asked
“Yes, we ran into my former captain.”
“Itachi had it covered but the copy ninja's annoying boyfriend started attacking and then some shinobi we couldn’t see sent shockwaves into the ground that sparked a small tsunami.”
“It was at that point we thought it best to retreat. We know the jinchuriki is still located inside the village. There was no need for further engagement.”
Obito felt his chest constrict. Shockwaves...he knew that jutsu. That was the trademark of Rin’s best friend. That was a jutsu unique to you. But you had left the village a long time ago. When had you come back?
Itachi being the only one among them who knew Tobi’s identity, quickly noticed the shift in Obito’s stance. The rest of the group, completely oblivious to the insignificant comic relief, did not notice as Obito exited the room and hurried towards the village.
Rather than scouring the Leaf hunting for you, he waited at the one spot he knew you’d come, the memorial yard. Sure enough it only took one evening to catch you bringing lilies to your best friend’s grave. Obito cried with you as you shed tears for your friend but then you did something he didn’t expect, you stopped at the memorial stone to pay your respects to him.
“Obito, I wish you knew how much I cared for you. You didn’t deserve what you got. You were too good for this world.” You dragged your fingertips along his name, tears streaming down your cheeks as you remembered the boy you loved as a child.
You…cared for him? He was… too good?
Obito felt a pang in his chest. You were just like her. So kind and sweet. Always seeing the best in people. Even poor retches like him. He wanted to thank you but he didn’t want to scare you. Instead he let curiosity get the better of him and followed you home. He watched you through the window as you did your nighttime routine. Seeing you at peace alone in your home brought him contentment. He snuck up to the window’s sill to catch a closer view as you got into bed and drifted to sleep. It brought him comfort to see you rest and he took that comfort with him as he finally returned to the hideout.
The next day, plans for tracking the other tailed beasts including the three tails had Obito feeling emotional. Itachi caught how stiff ‘Tobi’ stood during the conversation and soon after caught him leaving the hideout to go see you. He found you at the training grounds running drills with Kakashi’s team.
“Y/N-sensei, I wanna learn a new jutsu!”
“Now Naruto, I am under direct orders from Kakashi to work on chakra control drills with you three. A new jutsu will be no good if you don’t have a way to command the chakra to execute it.”
“When will Kakashi-sensei be better?”
“He’ll be better soon Sakura, don’t you worry.”
Obito sat in the trees watching you for a few hours until the jinchuriki kid was done pestering you. He was such a nuisance but you didn’t lose your patience even a little. The same could not be said about his teammates which seemed to only bring you amusement. When you were done you walked over to the memorial stone and gave your gratitude to your fallen comrades before heading home.
You were so much like her. Beautiful and sweet as a peach. The way you cared for and nurtured others, it took a hold of his heart. He could watch you all day and never get bored. You were his light in the darkness of the Akatsuki.
The next day he went out with his partner on their mission. While Deidara requested alone time so he didn’t need to suffer Tobi’s presence, Obito used kamui to visit you. Carefully watching from a distance till you fall asleep. Just like he did every time he visits you. Following the same ritual as before. He’d enter your home and play with your hair, stroking it as you slept. Some nights he would lay with you and breathe in your scent while you were none the wiser. It was in these moments that he knew he needed to protect you. His delicate little peach. No one in this cruel world would bruise you. He would make sure of it.
One evening while you were paying your respects to your friends, a jonin he didn’t recognize approached you. The man brushed your hip and backside and you pulled away as he asked you on a date. The audacity of the man to think of romance while you were mourning your lost comrades. You had told him no and he left but something told Obito it wasn’t over. This was clearly a man who needed to be stopped.
The next day the man came to you again and held your hips while he asked to take you on a date, a little more forcefully than before. You had declined his request once more and politely pushed his hands off of you before turning to walk away. He had called out to you but before he could say anything further Obito had dragged the man into his void. The shinobi looked around bewildered. Obito growled at him from behind his mask.
“The lady said no”
“Where the fuck am I?!”
“A place no one can hear you scream so don’t give me a reason to bring you back here.” If the man could see Obito’s face behind the mask he surely would’ve wet himself. But instead in a facade of bravery he hurls insults at Obito
“A fuckin coward relies on tricks. Be a man and show me your face.”
“My face is none of your business, as for tricks, I have none, just superior prowess.” Obito makes his voice thick and deep, tapping into Madara’s tone of intimidation. “If I see you bother her again it will be the last time you speak.”
His facade is broken and his throat bobs as he swallows his pride. “Fine, no pussy’s worth a fuckin death threat.”
“Good, now that we understand each other, you may go.”
Obito materializes the man back in the village while he teleports himself over to the tree outside of your home. He spots you walk up to your door and head inside. He yearned to be the one greeting you, welcoming you home, rather than outside in a tree. You should come home to his loving face, not a room of darkness.
Instead he waits till you are sound asleep to touch your hips where the other man had touched them. He replaced the man’s predatory touch with his loving one. You rolled into him, your subconscious nestling into his presence. He held you, almost falling asleep from your intoxicating pheromones as they lull him into a state of bliss. When he was sure you wouldn’t wake, he slipped his body out of your bed, replacing himself with a pillow as you searched for his comfort.
His thumb brushed over your forehead before he disappeared from your home. His beautiful peach ripe for the picking.
While masquerading around as Tobi, Obito couldn’t help but feel lonely and isolated. His thoughts of you began to consume his mind. Every opportunity he had to visit you, he took. He had disappeared so often that the Akatsuki almost forgot about him, not that they were complaining about taking a break from his annoying persona.
He noticed that you and Kakashi had become close. You were always assisting with his young team and visiting the cemetery together. Obito didn’t like this one bit. Kakashi would pluck his sweet peach from him. But he had to remind himself that Kakashi did keep you safe when you joined his team on missions. He took care of you when Obito could not. Though that didn’t dull his need to claim you, take you as his own. The feeling was intensifying, swelling every day.
He found himself hunting down every man who so much as looked at you. Kakashi was the only man who’s affection he let slide…even though he was the one who made him the most angry. Maybe it was his sentiment for his old friend. Maybe it was his fear of Kakashi’s skill. Either way, he let him be, not wanting to catch the copy ninja’s attention.
The remaining miscreants were hunted without mercy. Sometimes he couldn’t help the bloodshed that was inevitable. He was unable to restrain himself, when it came to his peach, there was no limit to what he would do to keep you safe. If they showed no remorse for their predatory stares and their greedy thoughts he would gladly hear them scream before stopping their hearts. A trail of blood secretly followed you but it was all in your delicate name.
He kept tabs on everything you did, especially when it came to your missions. He had to ensure your safety. Recently learning some of the details of one of your upcoming missions, he knew he’d have to keep special watch over you. It was a dangerous mission with Hidden Mist shinobi that had been under consideration to join his troupe. He couldn’t risk history repeating itself and no longer cared if Deidara or Itachi figured out what he had been doing with his spare time. Even though you would be joining Kakashi on this mission, it wasn’t a guarantee of your safety. He already knew that too well and he must protect his sweet peach at all costs.
He stalks your group as you travel through the woods, earning him a side eye from Kakashi who knew something was up but couldn’t quite pin his finger on who the lurker was. You asked him what was wrong but Kakashi refused to say anything, not wanting to tip off a watching Obito that he knew they were being followed.
Nice try Bakashi, but I already know your tricks.
Soon you came across your target. As predicted they put up quite a fight. You and Kakashi made a remarkable team fending them off. Your mission was to capture them for intel but the confrontation with the targets escalated to the point that elimination was deemed necessary. Obito was impressed by your strength. You took on three of them at once, knocking them down with your earth style shockwave. You manipulated the magnitude, where the earth would fracture, where it would cave in, and even where it would snap up. It was an impressive jutsu but it was not foolproof. He watched you closely, ready to intervene if it ever became too much. He watched you so closely that he hadn’t noticed the back up Mist shinobi that had been summoned. Kunai thrown from the trees flew at you as you went to weave more hand signs. You lept out of the way but still one caught your leg and the other grazed your thigh.
No.
Before Obito could even breathe he was in front of you, mangekyou in place, murder in the front of his mind. His stance was so protective, you didn’t doubt whose side this unknown stranger was on for a second. You simply pulled the kunai out of your leg allowing the blood to flow freely before going on the defensive.
When a second wave of backup came, you did what you could but you were overwhelmed. Kakashi and his team could not keep up with the stampede of attacks. The fear for your safety caused Obito to snap. He went on a homicidal rampage, annihilating the entire group with gruesome bloodshed, bringing both yourself and Kakashi to a halt.
In your stunned transe you didn’t catch the shinobi who snuck past your blind spot and stabbed you in the chest. When Obito turns to slice down the man he sees you clutching the kunai. In the span of a single heartbeat he dropped his weapon and pulled you into his void, bending over you in a state of panic.
He stole your body from the battlefield so quickly Kakashi almost missed it. Kakashi finished off the last of the Mist shinobi, making certain that the life of the man who attacked you would drain by his hand. He stood up in alarm asking Naruto and Sakura if they saw who the man was that took you away. Neither of them did and Kakashi instructed them to search the nearby area for you.
Obito’s hands shook over you as he went to remove the knife, holding pressure where it once had pricked you like a pincushion. You had no idea where you were or who this man was. You had just watched him slaughter nearly twenty men to protect you immediately before his abduction. You would have been terrified if you didn’t have a more pressing issue to tend to.
“My peach, how do I help?”
In your state of confusion you thought you misheard him. He must have you confused with someone else. You feel your consciousness begin to slip as you speak.
“Do you know…medical…ninjutsu?” it came out as a whisper.
“No” he whined
“Need…Sakura.”
“I can do that.”
Obito goes back to the scene of his crime. Bodies strewn all over the field. He felt accomplished to see them sprawled out and covered in red.
“Hey you, girl”
“Me?! What did you do with Y/N-sensei?!”
“She’s safe. You know medical ninjutsu?”
“Yeah”
“Meet me over there.”
She looked at the masked Obito with severe skepticism. He nodded at her and walked away, swirling out of sight as he did, stepping into his void to retrieve you.
He lifted you up, supporting under your shoulders and knees. He held you close, his entire body tense with worry but somehow gentle. He felt so warm as you were growing cold from your wounds. Despite the horrors you saw him commit, you laid your head against his chest as he carried you back outside to a sheltered spot behind a few trees and a bush where Sakura was waiting.
He laid you down and instructed Sakura to do what she had to while he eagerly watched. Sakura gave him sideways glances many times when she felt she could afford to risk the distraction. Who was this terrifying murderer? Why did he have a fixation with you? After twenty minutes Sakura lowered her hands, panting from the amount of chakra used.
“There.”
“She’s healed?”
She nods, “She’s healed. The major damage at least.”
“Thank you”
He scoops up your body and retreats back to his void as Skaura shouts at your disappearing figures.
You were out cold, resting for nearly a day when you woke up in a makeshift bed in a dark endless room filled with large gray blocks.
“Where am I?”
You scan your surroundings but it hurts too much to move. The mysterious masked man suddenly appears in the room causing you to jump, quickly followed by you grabbing your chest in pain.
“Careful Peach” he says as he rushes to your side, falling on his knees beside you.
“Why do you keep calling me that?” you inquire with eyes screwed shut in pain.
“Because you are my delicate Peach. I need to take care of you.”
“I’ve been taking care of myself just fine, thank you.” you say through clenched teeth, feeling the pain radiate over your entire chest. This man was clearly insane. Despite how he took care of you, you knew you were in danger.
“I wouldn’t call your current condition ‘just fine’, Peach.”
He feels your forehead, looking for signs of fever.
“Just who are you anyways?”
“It doesn’t matter. All that matters is you’re okay.”
“It does matter. And I need to go back to my team, let them know I’m okay.”
“The girl knows you’re okay, she’ll tell them.”
“Yes, but I need to get back to them. I need to-”
“No.”
“Excuse me?” Disbelief filled you, yet the earlier bells of warning were officially verified.
He looks at you and shakes his head. “No.”
You look at him stunned, fear swelling. You look around the dark empty space starting to wonder where the exit was.
“You’re not going back. They can’t protect you. I know that now. You will stay with me. Here.”
Stunned into silence you look up at him. You open your mouth and close it a few times before you finally say to him, “You can’t keep me here.”
“I can and I will.”
Obito watches as terrified anger blossoms on your face. You stand up in spite of the pain, searching for an exit. Glancing over your shoulder at him as you move further and further away, frantically peering behind every gray pillar and block.
“You won’t be able to leave on your own.” he calls to you. “Only I can teleport you in and out of here.”
“And where is here?” You say, walking back towards him with a guise of bravery.
“My void”
Your jaw fell open. “Your what?”
“My void. Only I have access to it using Kamui.”
Comprehension made your eyes flood with tears. You were trapped. A madman who just slaughtered a fleet of shinobi to save you has trapped you in another dimension to ‘keep you safe.’ You looked up at him pleading, “I want to go home. Let me go home.”
“I can’t…it’s not safe.”
“But my home, my friends, the village…”
“They will be fine without you.”
Starting to realize he was serious, you begin to plead. “At least let me tell them where I have gone. That way they don’t come looking for me. Let me say goodbye.”
“Peach, I can’t risk you running away. I can’t risk you getting hurt.” He reaches out to pet your hair and you shy away from his touch.
The tears leak down your cheeks, feeling helpless. You walk away and sit down, turning away from the masked man, hugging your knees to your chest and resting your head against the tops of your knee caps.
Obito, feeling pain at seeing you so sad walks up and puts a hand on your shoulder, “It has to be this way Peach, I’m sorry.”
He leaves you alone to sulk. You would be fine. You would grow to accept things the way that they are. You would grow to love him in spite of how it started. It was all going to be okay.
When he left in a swirl you wept. You allowed your mind to panic and wander to all the terrifying possibilities. What was he going to do with you? Why was he obsessed with you? How were you going to get out of this?
The more your mind reeled the quieter your tears became. Eventually you collapsed back onto the ashen floor. As you lay there, staring up at the black ceiling of his void, exhaustion and sadness ebb you to sleep.
You wake up the next day to find a large chunk of your stuff from your home was suddenly in the void. He had made the effort to move your belongings to you, even bringing many of your most cherished items such as your favorite clothes, your favorite mug, the blanket you sleep with every night, and your photos of Obito and Rin.
How did this man know these would be the items you’d want most? How long had he been following you? You felt a shiver roll down your spine.
What you presume to be hours later, the masked man returns to check on you. He’s more timid than he was before. Approaching you carefully.
“Thank you” you say, looking at the floor, “for bringing me some of my stuff. I’m still pissed, and I’m not staying here, but I appreciate the effort.” You were terrified but you didn’t want him to know that. You were going to find a way out of this. You just had to figure out how to get out of this damned dimension first.
If only you could see the smile below his mask. Overwhelmed by how cute you are he pulls you into a hug. You’re stiff with terror but you feel his strong torso pushed up against your own and you can’t help the little part of you that is left breathless. It feels familiar and warm but you can’t place why.
“I love you Peach.” he says as he holds you in his arms, laying his head on top of your head. He was insane. You reply to him with a shaking voice,
“If you loved me you’d give me some windows instead of dreary slate abyss. I can’t even tell what time of day it is.”
“Sorry, voids don’t work that way, Peach.”
“Sorry, I guess being abducted is new to me.” you forced the sass into your tone. You were petrified but you needed a way out of here. You figured maybe you could manipulate his affection for you.
Obito winces at the word abduction. He prefers to think of it as protection
“What? You didn’t think I’d be okay with this, did you? That is the title of what this is.” You weren’t sure where this bravery came from but he was buying it.
“At least I’m not trying to poison you against your own clan, or acting as the architect to kill your childhood crush.” he said with a venom that made you believe he was speaking from experience but you were too focused on your own situation to care. Your false bravery turned into false anger.
“Sorry to steal the opportunity away from you but I don’t have much in the way of a clan and my childhood crush is already dead.”
His face snapped and locked onto yours. “What did you say?”
“I’m not repeating myself, I know you heard me the first time.”
You watched as his throat bobbed beneath his black mask. Why did that impact him so much? Who was this guy anyways? He acted like he had known you your whole life yet you only know him as a mask and tuft of hair.
“Who are you?”
He turned and walked away from you, “Someone long dead to you”
Well that didn’t answer any questions. If anything it brought up more.
“Well if you won’t tell me who you are, then tell me what to call you.”
“Currently the world knows me as Tobi.”’
“Do you want me to call you Tobi then?”
“No…”
“Then what do I call you?”
He paused. “I guess Tobi is fine.”
“Okay, well Tobi, I want to go home. I am not spending my life tucked inside this vault.”
“That’s out of the question.”
You inhale deeply. Acting skills front and center. “Then I guess my safety isn’t guaranteed.”
He glanced over, tilting his head, giving you a questioning look.
“Your top priority is my safety. I can think of a lot of ways to make myself unsafe all alone here in this little void of yours,” You taunt him with your words as your eyes dart around the room.
His blood boiled over. Were you really suggesting what he thought you were? And over some dumb sunlight?! His hands twitched by his side.
“Tobi, if you intend for this” you say pointing around the void, “to be the rest of my life, it will be a short one because I’m not doing it.” you cross your arms. Of course you weren’t actually suicidal but you were going to say anything to better your circumstances. He may be your psychotic captor but he seemed to have a weakness for your well being and you were going to pull at that thread till he unraveled.
He heaved a heavy sigh before grumbling. “Give me a day to figure it out.”
“And how will I know if it's been a day?! I can’t tell time without the sun or so much as a frickin watch!”
The theatrics were working.
“I’m sorry Peach, I’ll be back.”
He fled from the void with his tail between his legs. You let out a huge breath. How you were able to pull that stunt off was beyond you. Desperation breeds its own strength. You hoped with all your might when he came back it was to get you out of his little dimension.
You waited, having absolutely nothing to do. No books, no games, no radio, no food, no beverage…nothing.
You mind tortured you with thoughts. You wondered how everyone was back home, rejecting the demons of your subconscious telling you that you may never see them again.
I will find a way out of this.
You strolled around checking out what was behind all the gray boxes. Surprise, it was more gray boxes. You climbed each one, beginning to count them as you went. You were usually a very ambitious person but there was nothing to do. You began playing with your jutsu to see if it would work in a void. Update: it does. You brought an entire kilometer to rubble just for fun and treaded up the path you created to get some exercise. Then you jumped block to block, back to your little makeshift bedroom waiting for Tobi. Eventually you got tired so you made yourself ready for bed hoping that when you woke up he would be back with updated living arrangements.
You turn over as you stir and nuzzle into a hand that is softly petting your hair.
“Good Morning Peach”
You stiffen before your eyes dart up to his. Mask of bravery back in place, you greet him. “Good morning Tobi.” He winces. He hates how the false moniker sounds coming from your mouth.
“I see you started destroying my void.”
“I was bored so I decided to train.”
A hearty chuckle left his throat. “I made arrangements but please understand I will not sound or behave like myself where we are going.”
“And why is that?”
“You will see eventually.”
“Oh boy, so glad you enlightened me.” you lay the sarcasm thick and it only makes him laugh more. Good, he finds you charming. You can work with this.
“I also want to warn you, we will be among rogue shinobi.”
“So your idea of keeping me safe is to have me live with the very people that I’ve been hunting. The very same people who want to kill me and my friends?”
“Yes, If you are among us, no one will bother you. If you remained in the village, you would be subject to their…missions.”
“Seems like stupid logic if you ask me.”
“Please trust me.”
“I don’t, but I don’t have a choice either.”
“At least you’re not dumb”
“Did you think I was?”
“Not even for a second.”
He grabbed your hand with his strong possessive one. Something about the way your palm fit in his felt right. You weren’t sure why but that was the signal your brain sent your hand when you gripped it tighter. A psychopath whose hand you were holding. Great, you’ve completely lost your marbles a mere three days into captivity.
Next thing you knew you could smell the air of the earth again, you could see the shadows left by the sun, happiness washed over you in a visible way and Tobi’s fingers slid between yours upon seeing your reaction. He pulled you into another hug, he seems to always be hugging you. It’s like he’s forcing you to get used to him. “I will be this person when we are alone. I will be another when the others are around. You understand?”
You nod your head worried about what he could possibly mean? What kind of a monster is he around this gang of thugs that he needs to warn you?
He removes his hand from yours and places it between your shoulder blades pushing you towards a cavern. A man with orange hair, purple eyes and many piercings looks you up and down as you enter.
“Tobi, this is her?”
“Yes Pain! This is the hostage I spoke about!” His voice was comically high pitched and he sounded like a child. You tried your hardest not to react but it was just so different from what you were expecting.
“Put her in the dungeon.”
“Well sir, remember I requested she stay in my room, sir?!”
“Yes but she’s a hostage, who will stop her from escaping?”
“Do you really think she’s dumb enough to try and leave the hideout of the Akatsuki?”
Your face went pale as you realized just who you had been dealing with this whole time. They were supposed to wear black cloaks with red clouds. You hadn’t seen Tobi wear his once! Always dressed in all black with sandles. But your reaction built a convincing case. The man named Pain accepted your fear as enough of a restraint. He didn’t question why it would be Tobi’s room but some blonde man eyed you hungirly and told Pain Tobi was probably keeping you in his room to finally lose his virginity.
Once behind his door, he modulated his voice back to normal.
“What the hell was that?” you asked more honestly than you intended.
“What? You’ve never seen an act before?”
“Well of course. But why do you make yourself seem like a fool?”
“So no one will suspect.”
“Suspect what?”
“Don’t worry about it. Here.” Tobi swirls you back into his void and he starts gathering your things. After a second you begin to copy him and he brings you both back to his room in the Akatsuki hideout. You start to find nooks and crannies to store your things leaving only one remaining item in your hands. He watches you as you look down on your photos of your friends. Eyes lingering over the one of you and Obito before you tuck them away with mist in your eyes.
“Are you okay?”
“No, but…thank you…for bringing the photos. I don’t know how you knew but I appreciate it.”
Tobi pulled you into another hug. You were unsure why he cared so much and why you kept letting him hug you. Maybe it was cause compared to your new roommates he suddenly seems less scary. To his credit this hug felt nice. Plus, since it seems like he was going to be your only companion for a while, you decided to tolerate it.
He unfurled the hug and began tugging at your shirt. Lifting the hem above your neck, exposing your bare breasts.
“Hey!”
He disregarded your complaint and touched where your stab wound had been. “How does it feel?”
“It’s fine.” You say blushing while you cover your bosom. “May you please let go of my shirt now?”
“Huh? Oh, of course. Sorry Peach.” He drops your shirt and backs away swiftly almost as if he was embarrassed. He seemed a little more humane today so you decided to press your luck and scout out your surroundings.
“Can we go outside? I’d appreciate some sun and maybe some real food”
He gives you a piercing stare out of the eye hole of his mask. “Stay by my side. I know you are strong but however strong you think you are, I am stronger.”
You gulp remembering the massacre you witnessed three days ago.
“I will be your protector. No one will hurt you ever again.” he lifted your chin so you’d look up at his eye through the swirling mask. “I promise.”
“I believe you…”
You see his eye crease when you speak. He was happy. That’s good. Keep him happy and it will give you openings to escape…though you weren’t sure outrunning him would be possible given his tricky teleportation ability.
You spend the afternoon with him, gathering intel and acting flirty, playing along with his advances. When he grabbed your hand, you laced your fingers. When he reached for your hip, you reached for his. When he hugged you, you draped your arms around his neck. You play into his affection for you, keeping him happy, earning his trust and lowering his guard. If I keep this up, captivity will be bearable. But you also feared that if you acted a little too well, you may fall for your own lies. Holding him today felt too easy given your desperate situation. Was it a genjutsu perhaps?
Nighttime came and instead of parading you past the other members of the Akatsuki who were home between missions, he teleported you both straight to his chambers. You get ready for bed and realize you do not have a bed of your own. It was still in the void. Would he send you to spend the nights in the void? He cleared his throat, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“I would feel safest if you shared the bed with me.” he said looking down. “You can sleep on the opposite side of the bed if you would like but I don’t want an enemy who finds the hideout to get to you before I wake.”
You swallow nervously. You know he loves you. That much is obvious but you are searching for signs that he might try to take advantage of you while you’re unconscious. You think back to earlier when he was checking your wound. He didn’t seem to register that he had exposed your breasts for his pleasure. It was almost like your anatomy was irrelevant, only your well being consumed his thoughts. You chose to believe he will be respectful and so you agree.
“Pick whichever side you want. I’ll be back when I’m done.” He grabs a fresh pair of pants and heads to the bathroom. When the door is snapped shut you stand there looking at the bed. You’ve never chosen a side of the bed before. You’ve never been in a situation where you had to. You paced around the mattress like it was the most daunting choice you ever had to make. It’s not like this was a long term decision. You’d escape or convince him to let you go soon enough. So why were you weighing your options so carefully?
Eventually you decide to choose the side closest to the window and give him the side closest to the door. You were much more afraid of his fellow gang members coming in with less than pure intentions than you were of outside shinobi coming for the blood of the Akatsuki.
Just as you finally slip between the sheets, Tobi comes out of the bathroom with only a pair of black stretch sweatpants on. Your eyes drink up his figure. His body was half white as if made up of false materials but it moved like it was his real body. He was extremely toned, swollen pecs and chiseled abs cut across his upper body causing a little drool to pool in the corner of your mouth. Most surprisingly, he also took off his mask and below you saw battle torn skin that etched across the right side of a face that was intimidating, yet soft and familiar. His eyes catch you staring and he quickly looks down removing some of the intimidation you felt.
He scratches the back of his neck. “I haven’t shown my face to anyone in years. I’m sorry if it scares you. I just can’t always sleep in the mask.”
“No, it’s fine” you say in a hoarse voice. Your throat had suddenly gone dry. “It’s not scary.”
It wasn’t but what did scare you was the thoughts of what epic battle had mangled him to this degree only for him to survive and still be as strong as he is. You suddenly wondered if he was invincible and if escape would ever be possible.
He took his position on the vacant side of the bed, smiling that you left him by the door. He knew exactly why you chose the side you did. He turned to face you from under the covers.
“Goodnight Peach.”
“Goodnight Tobi.”
You see him wince as you say his name. You knew he wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t want you calling him by that name. He turns over and extinguishes the candle letting darkness blanket the room as you drift to sleep with surprising ease. Your body’s alarm, shockingly low given your current residence.
Sunlight seeps into the room as Obito wakes up. He suddenly realizes how warm he is and it only took a few more blinks of his groggy eyes to realize why. You had traveled over to his side of the bed last night and latched onto him. He smiled, feeling his chest fill with joy. He petted your hair. You were his. You didn’t know it yet, but you were. In a few short days not only were you almost completely healed from your recent battle but you were falling for him too. Hugging him, holding his hand, cuddling in bed, Obito had never experienced human touch like this before but he was sure it didn’t always feel this right.
He tries waking you but is met with grumpy groans and you bury yourself deeper into his chest. He kisses the top of your head as your little fists cling to him tight. He gave up on trying to wake you and let you ride out your sleep, enjoying the cuddles that were sure to cease as soon as you came to.
Sure enough, nearly an hour later he hears you sharply inhale as you withdraw from him. You quickly sit up and face the window as he casually stretches and gets up.
“Good Morning” he yawns feeling smug and powerful
“Morning” you say as you adjust your messy bun, trying to seem casual as you hide your embarrassment that you were needily cuddling with your kidnapper.
You both get ready for the day, you donning a set of tactical clothes for no reason other than it was what you were used to and him, his mask and Akatsuki gear, no longer hiding the cloak now that you knew his occupation. He grabs your hip and teleports you to a tea shop for breakfast.
You live out a week in this manner. Spending all your free time together. Occasionally having run-ins with the other Akatsuki members. They eye you in a bone chilling way. You are certain they are calculating how to enter into your room without awakening Tobi. They are nothing but disrespectful towards him, but he gives as good as he gets. You especially have to hone your acting skills to not laugh when Tobi says something ignorant and rude in his comedic tone, earning the anger of who you now know is his partner Deidara.
One thing that bothers you the most is the ever watchful eyes of the mass murderer Itachi Uchiha. He is always polite and quiet and would seemingly be the nicest of the members if not for his reputation for slaughtering his entire clan. It’s always the quiet ones. You didn’t like how he would stare at you. After your last run in with him and Kisame, you were sure they were looking for retribution. You decide to bring this up to Tobi as he gets in bed.
“Tobi,” he winces “I know you said I’d be safe here among the other members but I recently fought against Itachi and Kisame. I don’t like how the Uchiha looks at me. I feel like he’s looking for payback.”
“He’s not.”
You were annoyed at how quickly his dismissed you. His concern for your safety was then entire reason for your current predicament.
“How do you know that?”
“Cause I know him.”
“So you should know what he did.”
“I do.”
“And you trust him?”
“With my life.”
“How can you say that? He doesn’t even know your true identity?”
You are gobsmacked by the wild claim Tobi is making. He killed his entire bloodline and Tobi was okay with that. It was moments like this that reminded you that Tobi was a murderer, not the lovable goof that he had been masquerading around as.
“Itachi is the only person walking this earth who knows my true identity.”
Your jaw drops open.
“But you said that no one had seen your face…”
“It’s true, he does not know my face but he knows my identity.” You were at a loss. “One day I will enlighten you on the events of that night but know this, of every person here, Itachi is the one you can trust the most to keep you safe. If anything happens to me, he is entrusted with your safety.”
The thought terrified you. He was out of his mind. You saw what Itachi did to Kakashi first hand. You saw the morning after the Uchiha massacre. He was not to be trusted. “Tobi, no…”
His nose twitches and that was the last straw. “Well if you hate the name Tobi so much then why do you go by it!” your emotions had been high strung for over a week and you were snapping, boldly yelling at your captor.
“I don’t hate the name. I just hate when you say it.”
“What the fuck does that mean?!”
“Cause it feels wrong to hear you call me by something other than my name.”
“There’s just no winning with you. I can’t call you by your real name cause it’s some big secret that only a serial killer knows and oh yeah, apparently that same psychopath inherits me if you die!”
You cross your arms over your chest, huffing in frustration. You weren’t even sure why it bothered you so much. This is a temporary situation. You were kidnapped. You were going to escape. If Tobi dies then it will mean you’re finally free. You just have to find a way to sneak out of this hideout and you could finally go home.
“He’s the only one I can trust to guard you with his life.”
You roll your eyes, huffing once more before pursing your lips. “Why? I need to know, Tobi. Why?”
He looks down and shrinks in your gaze. “Because only he knows what it’s like to love as an Uchiha.”
You felt the wind knocked out of you. Was he saying what you think he is?
“You’re a…?”
“Yes.”
“But Itachi…”
“...had help.”
Your hand flys to your mouth covering it in shock.
He finally looks up at you. “Y/N, it’s not what you think it is. I can explain.”
You feel fear chill your entire body and you see on his face how upset he is that you are more afraid of him than ever. He rushes towards you and gets on his knees begging and pleading, “please allow me to explain.”
“Your clan…you helped him murder…all those people.” you said it robotically. You begin to disassociate from the conversation, lost in thought till you circled around to the realization that no one talked about a missing body among the corpses. The only survivor was Saskue. There was no one else left unaccounted for among the names of the fallen brethren. So who was Tobi?
“Tobi, if you’re an Uchiha, then who are you?”
His face flushed to a cherry red. Despite the horrifying details he just shared, for the first time you felt you had the upper hand in your captivity. Why was he so afraid to tell you? He grabbed both your hands, rubbing his thumbs along your knuckles.
Your eyes bore into him anxiously waiting for an answer.
“It’s me.”
You remained silent, your stern expression waiting for clarification.
“Obito”
Your hands went limp in his hold. Every tense muscle relaxed as your heart leapt to your throat getting your hopes up. Then after a moment you began shaking and crying with anger.
“That’s not funny, Tobi.” You growled at him in quiet rage. “Obito died over a decade ago. Kakashi and Rin saw it happen. None of us were the same after. I visit his grave every day I’m in the village. But I’m sure you knew that already, didn't you?” You were seeing red. He had been stalking you. This was all a ruse to get you to fall for him. You didn’t care for your safety at this moment, even after discovering he was a part of one of the most heinous crimes in the history of the Leaf, you were going to knock sense into this liar if it was the last thing you ever did.
“Y/N, it’s me. It’s really me.” He grabs your photo of him and holds it by his face. “See?”
You can’t see the resemblance cause your eyes are too full of tears.
“Take your hands off that photo! Don’t touch it!”
“Y/N, think about it.” He pleads with you, “Kakashi has a sharingan in his left eye. My left eye is missing. Obito was crushed under a boulder on his right side. Look at my right side! It looks like this.” he gestured to the Hashirama cells, “I was rescued, Y/N. Madara found me. I survived.”
You had to admit that it made sense except for the last part.
“Madara is dead.”
“He is now, but he wasn’t at the time. He became my master after the accident, after I healed, after Rin…”
His voice cracked at the last word. It was a sobering sound causing your anger to break.
“...Obito?”
He swallowed heavily, “Yes”
You believed him….
The wave of emotion that crashed over you knocked you to your knees. You fell to the ground sobbing. The boy you had loved all your life was before you, taking care of you, alive and well. A monster who had done horrendous things but he was alive. The realization broke your mind. Obito joined you on the floor, holding you as you cried in his arms.
“Why did you never come back? All of us, we needed you. I-I needed you.”
“I can’t tell you that Peach. But I’m here now. I won’t leave you.”
Your hands grabbed at him like he would disappear at any given moment. One arm wrapping around his back, the other cradling his head as you hyperventilate in his arms.
He nuzzles into the curve of your neck as he professes, “I love you Peach.”
You wanted to say it back but talking wasn’t an option. You were too overcome with emotion.
He helped you up to standing and laid you down on the bed. He got in next to you and held you in his arms till your cries quieted. His large palm stroking over your back, comforting you as your mind came to grips with the fact that he was very much alive and very much in love with you the way you were in love with him.
Occasionally as you cried, he’d kiss your cheek or your temple. Suddenly all the terrifying things you’d witnessed over the past ten days were no longer so terrifying. He stalked you cause he loved you. He murdered all those shinobi to protect you. He kidnapped you cause he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. The alarms that he been blaring in your head all turned quiet.
Your breathing began to return to normal and you pulled away to look at Obito squarely in the face, leaving no room for misinterpretation. You needed him to know your intentions.
You grabbed both sides of his face and leaned in for a kiss. He quickly pulled you into his body as tightly as he could, squishing you into his chest, nearly breaking your ribs with want. You both inhaled deeply as your lips locked onto each other. You opened your mouth, seeking to deepen the kiss. It was your first one after all, you wanted to make it good.
You toss your leg over his hip, grinding into him as one of his hands lowered to stroke your thigh and ass cheek. You moan into his mouth, him returning your sounds of affection into your own. The stroking of your leg became rough as his tough hands grip into the flesh of your behind. Your breathing heavy and ragged as your arousal increases.
Eventually he falls to his back as you straddle him, hunching over to feast on his mouth while you continue to roll your hips against his pants. You were in the most heated and only kiss of your life and you were sure for Obito it was the same. His deep groans as you dry humped his boner concealed inside his sweatpants made your heart flutter with excitement. Everything that had been stolen from you as an adolescent was right beneath you, in your arms and between your legs.
Obito released your lips to lean his head back with a particularly loud moan echoing out of him causing Deidera to pound against the wall. “Just cause I knew you were going to fuck her doesn’t mean I need to hear it you fucking virgins!”
You laugh centimeters from his face before he flips you onto the bed so he is hovering over your panting silhouette. Lashes fluttering as you salivate from the way his strong presence looms over you.
“Obito, I…” He kisses you slow and deep, not letting you speak. You break the kiss to finish your sentence. “I love you.”
He latches onto your lips again before speaking into your mouth, “I love you too.”
You wrap both of your legs around him, lifting yourself up to rut into him when he finally leans back on his knees to rip down your pajama pants, letting your legs fall to each side, exposing your soft flesh, ready and waiting to be sullied with unholy deeds. He sinks down, positioning himself between your legs. You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch him with curious interest.
He kisses and sucks on your inner thighs. He releases the pliable flesh with a pop and smiles at his artwork. Of course he’d leave a mark the first chance he got. You were his after all.
He worked his way to your center, licking a stripe up your sex before latching over your little bundle of nerves. He began to suck on it as if hoping to separate it from your body. He licked the small nub gently between vicious suckling, driving you wild and causing you to squirm. Your hand shot down to rest in his hair as you furrowed your brows and tilted your hips up into his chin, soaking his face in your secretions. Desperate need consuming your body.
He came up for air and crawled back up over you to get another one of your sweet kisses, before sinking his fingers into your tight virgin cunt. You whimper into his lips. He drags his fingers in and out of you causing you to clench around them. You make small cries as you feel him attempting to stretch you, readying you for his intrusion.
Your hand reached for him, looking to sink beneath his pants to stroke what you desired. He propped himself up on his elbow next to you while his hand reached between your legs. You slipped between his abdominals and his waistband, fingers gliding around his thick base before closing around it and stroking upwards. Obito shuddered at your touch, hips instinctively thrusting towards you. Your hand firmly set around him, stroking up and down, you twisted towards his face to continue kissing him. The sloppy exchange continuing while you worked between each other’s legs. The heat radiated off of your bodies as your lust filled every pore. You pull back, a trail of spit connecting your mouths as you speak.
“I’m ready.”
Obito withdrew his fingers as he leaned away. He sucked his fingers clean as he stood up next to the bed. He dropped his pants so that they pooled around his ankles. He stepped out of the fabric and crawled back on the bed over you.
He gently glided his barren length over your folds, lubricating himself in your sopping wet juices. His tip lightly poked at your swollen bud causing your breath to hitch. He gives you a nod signaling he’s going in. He sinks just the tip in and your arms tighten around him in response.
“Are you okay?”
You look up into his eyes and nod. “Mhm”
He begins to push inwards. You gasp at the stretch. It was painful but soon it shifted into a pleasurable sensation.
“Are you still okay?”
You bit your lower lip as you nod in agreement. He reached down. He wanted to be the one biting your lip. Connecting his with yours once more, his tongue swirled with passion as he stroked in and out of you slowly, allowing you to turn into a puddle under him. You cry into his mouth as you feel your walls constrict around him. You had never felt anything quite like it. Every part of you was satisfied in this position. Legs wrapped around his waist, lips connected with his, sharing the air you breathed, and the feeling of him buried in you. It was love in its purest sense.
His soft slow romantic strokes began to give way as he realized how good the friction felt. Your tight walls wrapped around him so well, squeezing him in a way he could have never even dreamt about. You were perfection itself and it was making him ravenous.
He rolled his hips into you till they slapped against your rear. You make little sounds in response to the connection. It encourages him so he continues to roll. You keep mewling with each stroke. It is an anthem to his heart and he wants to hear it played louder. He begins slamming into you. You want to take it and please him but it’s becoming too much.
You see his eyes gloss over. He’s consumed with the unfamiliar sensation. He flips you onto your stomach. He straddles you with his knees on either side of your legs, pinning them together. He thrusts up and in as you lay down flat. He slams his palm down on your cheek and you make a small grunt upon impact. You hear him smirk.”tch” He wants to do that again.
You grunt a second time. He sits back on his heels and pulls your perfect body up off the bed and sits you down on his erection. Back facing him, he snakes his hands around your front and under your shirt. His muscular arms lift you up and down on him as you sing out little sounds of pleasure.
“That’s it baby. You’re doing such a good job.”
You completely exhale as he whispers praise into your ear. Your heart thundering at a wild pace as one hand grabs on top of his hand that has a bruising grip on your chest and the other reaches back to grab him behind his head.
He bends forward to lay light kisses along your neck and into the curve of your shoulder. You were his every desire. All the dangerous things he was capable of were only out of love for you. He would murder hordes of shinobi, tame tailed beasts, and level entire cities in your honor. He would do anything to live this moment on repeat for the rest of his life.
You twist in his arms, politely asking to look upon his face. He sits back as he lifts you off of him. You turn around on your knees and straddle his lap, facing him as he tugs at your hem, gently lifting the fabric over your head and tossing it to a dark corner of the room.
He hunches down to taste your perky peaks. His tongue dragging along each nub before his lips close around it with a gentle suckle. Your head lulls backwards as you cry out blissfully, allowing the new sensations to overwhelm your mind. Obito rocks your body up and down along his shaft but he doesn’t think he will be able to hold out much longer.
He gingerly lays you down on your back, propping your legs open with his arms as he leans down, pushing his chest into yours. You feel your flexibility being tested as he sinks into you and your eyes widen at how deep he went. He begins to stroke, craving the warmth of the fast friction generated by his thrusts. He allows his sack to sway into your rear, hitting it with a satisfying clap at each impact. Your face begins to twist with pleasure. Your rhythmic cries calling to him like a siren's song.
He leans down and presses his lips into yours, allowing your moans to reverberate around the inside of his mouth. He nears his climax as you reach yours. Releasing together in loving harmony. He slowly pumps into you, draining the seed from his length into your loving walls that graciously drink it in.
Your doting eyes never leave his face. You realize you are hopelessly bound to him. You would never escape your captivity, nor did you want to. Both of you have surrendered to the other. Your head collapses onto the pillow and he licks one last stripe up your neck before falling next to you and kissing your jaw. His strong finger tugs at your chin, turning you to him so he may continue to adorn your lips with kisses.
Your faces would fold into each other's necks as your bodies tangled together under the covers. The man who kidnapped you, now your most valued treasure. He would possessively hold his delicate little peach every night from henceforth and you would never speak of going home ever again because now that Obito lay with you, you were home. You allow your eyes to close and your heart to go still as you fall into a deep slumber in his arms.
Warnings: NSFW, Dom Kink, Slight Degradation, Choking, Nipple & Anal Play, Rough Oral, Toy usage, Spanking, Biting, CNC role play, knee riding, squirting, cream pie, SA, Violence, Slut Shaming
Author's Note: Hey Babes, welcome to the series that was never meant to be. Chapter 1 was my first smut story ever and was intended to be a one-shot but snowballed into a passion project. I want to thank my readers who supported me while I was writing this and I hope you enjoy the ride.
Chapter 1
You celebrate the inauguration of your secret boyfriend becoming Hokage when you meet an old friend of his who quickly decides to pursue you. Now you are caught between the two of them. (w/c 5k)
Chapter 2
Obito's endless pursuit of you begins to take it's toll on Kakashi, threatening your relationship. He feels the need to reclaim you. (w/c 3k)
Chapter 3
The tug of war between these two friends continues. Kakashi boldly sends Obito a message causing him to overreact, stepping over the line in a desperate attempt to win you over. (w/c 2.9k)
Chapter 4
Obito regrets his actions as you decide what to do moving forward. Kakashi invites you to an event and things get steamy as you decide what you’re going to wear. (w/c 3.4k)
Chapter 5
You make a decision as the Gala approaches, Kakashi drives you wild when you attend the event before he and Obito make a spectacle in front of the entire international community. (w/c 6k)
Chapter 6
Kakashi exposed your relationship to the entirety of Konoha and now you are suffering the consequences at work. Through all of the loneliness Obito comes to your aid and becomes your protector. (w/c 3.9k)
Chapter 7
It's time to face your second day at work after the news broke of your secret affair with Kakashi. The village elders pull you into a meeting (w/c 5.6k)
Chapter 8
Your work week continues to be a struggle as Obito becomes too busy to keep you company. Kakashi stops keeping his distance, infuriating you. (w/c 4.5k)
Chapter 9
After pushing him away for a week, you start to allow Kakashi back in. His desperation causes things to heat up as you come to the end of your S Rank intel project. (w/c 3.6k)
Chapter 10
Your project is over and now it's time to train. You are struggling to keep your training a secret from Kakashi and Obito re-enters the picture offering his help. (w/c 5.7k)
Chapter 11
You officially submit your request to rejoin the field and face Kakashi's reaction as he comes to grips with the extent to which you have been deceiving him. (5.9k)
Chapter 12
You have a second fight with Kakashi shortly before you are attacked by Aoto. Kakashi finally give you what you want. (w/c 9.1k) This chapter has SA content, please begin the chapter after the Green stars if this triggers you.
Chapter 13
You go on your first mission and come home to a loving Kakashi, he trains you before your next mission where reality sets in. (w/c 10.3k)
Chapter 14
The confrontation between you, Kakashi, and Obito does not go well resulting in Obito visiting you at your new job to apologize. Lady Tsunade gets involved. (w/c 7.7k)
Chapter 15
Last chapter babes! You start your new role as the intelligence department head and go on your first date only to be interrupted by work. The night's activities resulting in a surprise. (w/c 7.3k)
Alternate Ending
As requested, the alternate ending you've been waiting for! You run into Obito after setting up your office and clear the air. Once you start your new responsibilities you hunt for a new assistant which leads you in a direction you never expected. (w/c 6.9k)
Summary: You are left missing your husband Kakashi while he spends all hours at headquarters busy with his Hokage duties. Obito sees how lonely you are and uses his new jutsu to save your marriage while living out his adolescent fantasy.
Warnings: NSFW, shibari, candle wax, unprotected penetration, mind control
Word Count: 5.9k
“Hi Angel. What brings you by?” Kakashi asks his doting wife.
You gently set a boxed lunch down on his desk before giving his cheek a kiss. “I’m making sure you don’t starve while serving our nation.” you say, eyes softly staring back into his with a sweet smile gracing your lips. All while resisting the urge to roll your eyes at the silly question.
“Will you be home for supper? I was thinking of making your favorite.”
“I’m sorry Angel. I can’t tonight.”
Despite your attempt to conceal it, Kakashi sees the pang in your chest at his answer. “That’s okay.” you say as you grab his hand. “I’ll bring some to you.”
Before you could so much as begin a real conversation with your husband of several years, a shinobi enters the room with a sense of urgency.
“Lord Sixth, we have a report.”
Kakashi looks over at you with an expression of guilt, knowing he has to go back to doing his job.
“It’s alright, I’ll stop by later.” you say with a gracious smile as you bow your head slightly at both your husband and the jonin, before you slip out of the room.
It had been like this for months. No one said it was easy to be married to the Hokage. But you really missed how your relationship used to be. You missed the romantic dates, the bubble baths, sneaking around in the bushes during missions, and even sharing a night's rest together. Recently he spent more time sleeping at his desk than he did in your shared bed.
You felt awful for having such selfish thoughts. He was working so hard and doing so much for the good of everyone around you. Your sacrifice was nothing compared to his. You shake your head to rid your mind of such thoughts as you walk to the market to pick up ingredients to make his favorite dish. If you can’t spend time with him, you might as well make him as happy as you can during your brief interactions. That starts with making sure he has something good to eat.
While clouded in thought you quite literally bumped into a focused Obito, kneeling on the ground.
“Oof” he says as you roll over the boulder of a man. His built figure didn’t even shift on impact while you fell over him like a rag doll, only landing back on your feet due to muscle memory left from your days as a shinobi.
“Y/N!” he exclaims with a bright smile.
“Obito!” you say as you go in for a hug. “What are you doing?”
“I was just exercising my sharingan.”
“Exercising it?” you say intrigued. You know that one of Obito’s many abilities is that he can replicate the jutsus of his fellow shinobi. So whenever he tells you he is ‘exercising’ his eyes, you know he’s up to something good.
“I’m trying to replicate the Yamanaka mind-transfer jutsu”
“Ohhh, that’s a fascinating one! Why didn’t you try that years ago while you were still out on missions?”
“I don’t know. Cause I’m thick and didn’t think of it till a few weeks ago.”
“A few weeks? It seems you’ve lost your touch.”
Obito gives you a half hearted glare. It was easy to mimic a jutsu while someone was doing it infront of him. His sharingan only needed to follow along. It was harder to recall the jutsu from memory let alone make it his own.
“I can do the mind transfer no problem” he says defensively, “I’m trying to improve upon it.”
“Oh? So you’re trying to develop a new jutsu?”
Obito begins to blush. He can see how impressed you are and he was never good at receiving your praise. You were the only woman who could fluster him, and you never seemed to notice how you did it with ease.
“Yes, I’m trying to develop a new jutsu.” he says with a scratch to the back of his head.
“That’s marvelous Obito!”
“Uhh, thanks!” He gives you a sheepish smile.
“Hey, uh, do you want to get together later?”
Obito gives you a look of great surprise.
You’d grown apart in recent years. You didn’t see him much anymore. You used to hang out all the time as kids and he was the best man at your wedding to Kakashi but after that his visits became less and less frequent. His responsibilities within the Anbu kept him out on lengthy missions and home for only a few hours at a time. However, you noticed him around more recently. Kakashi had promoted him to director of the Anbu forces. He needed someone he trusted with his life, who also had significant experience to direct his elite team.
“Don’t look at me like that!”
“It’s just, wouldn’t you rather spend the evening with your husband?”
“Well I would,” you say sarcastically, making light fun of him “but that hasn’t really been an option as of late.”
“I-I’m sorry to hear that.” he looks at the ground feeling pity for you.
“It’s fine. He’s doing his best and what he’s doing is important. I can’t ask for anything more.”
“Well you’re truly his Angel if that’s how you feel.”
You give a small smile at his usage of Kakashi’s pet name for you.
“So, wanna hang out tonight? I’m gonna drop dinner off at Kakashi’s office but after that I’m free as a bird.”
“I don’t know Y/N”
“Oh, come on Obi, please!” you say putting on your sweetest smile, trying to sway him. “Don’t make me spend another night by myself. I think I might go deaf from the silence.”
“Fine.” he says reluctantly. He could never say no to you. It was an exceedingly frustrating power of yours. “But only if you save some of whatever you’re making for Kakashi. I want a home cooked meal out of this.”
“Deal.”
You smile victoriously at him before you say your goodbyes, continuing on your way to the market. Satisfied by your negotiation and excited to not have to spend another night alone in the isolating silence of your recent marriage.
You open your front door, bags in hand.
“Honey I’m home!” you sing pretending that your adoring husband will suddenly appear to take the bags out of your hands and give you a peck on the cheek.
You let out a sad sigh as you gaze around your empty home. You really missed him. Everything about him. How he’d always greet you at the door with a helping hand. How he’d lean down to kiss you while you sat on the couch. How he’d massage your feet after a long day. How he’d make sure every Wednesday was a special date night. How he’d kiss you after your morning work out together. How you’d get a glimpse of his abs as he raised his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face.
He was your favorite person in the entire world and he was the perfect husband. The village was indeed lucky to have him. They couldn’t be in better hands.
Hands that were large with slender, dexterous fingers. Fingers that would graze your hips and slide up your sides as they found their way inside your shirt to grab your-
You shake your head again and wipe you drool opting to focus on the task at hand. You were sure he missed you as much as you missed him. The least you could do is support him by making sure he’s well fed. You busy yourself with getting out the pots and pans. No time to cry, you have a hungry Hokage to feed.
Everything is made and divided out into containers. You cooked enough to last him a few meals and kept a couple helpings out for Obito. Instead of eating the dish you just prepared, you opted to make yourself a simple sandwich, wanting to save as much of the food for Kakashi as possible.
You tidy your house (not that there was much cleaning to do given how devoid your home was of its occupants) before packing up a meal to bring to your husband. As you stroll over to headquarters you wonder how long of a conversation you’ll have this time. You wonder if you’ll get to tell him that Obito’s coming for a visit.
Or will it be a simple drive by like lunch?
You were thrilled to find him alone in his office, buried under a stack of paperwork. You sauntered up to his chair and put down his meal as you leaned against the desk.
“Mmmm, did you bring dessert with my meal?” he says, eyeing you up and down, grabbing your hips as he stands up to tower over you. You lift your hand and slide your finger under his mask about to lower it for a kiss when the door opens yet again with three shinobi barging through. The two of you drop your hands and Kakashi sits back down in his chair.
“I’ll leave you to your work sweetie.” you say with a pat to his shoulder.
He lifts his hand to rest it on yours. “Tomorrow maybe.”
You give him a half hearted smile, knowing that ‘maybe’ means ‘no’ but you didn’t want him to feel guilty so you pretend that it’s okay and you quietly exit his office.
Once out of sight you let a few tears trickle down your cheeks. It had been days since you so much as kissed your husband. The loneliness was starting to consume you. Each interaction left you feeling more alone than the last. You felt a pressure on your chest. You couldn’t shake the feeling and it caused you to hiccup during your walk home.
You stride up to your front door to see a mildly annoyed Obito waiting for you. You smile upon seeing him but his face drops into a look of deep concern.
“Y/N, what is it? What’s wrong?”
You realize he must have caught a sliver of your unhappiness before he had brightened your mood.
“It’s nothing.” you say unconvincingly as another hiccup follows your response.
“It’s not nothing. You know better than to lie to me.”
“It’s okay Obito. It’s not something that can be helped.” you say moving past him to unlock the door. Another hiccup betraying your attempts to seem fine.
The two of you step inside when Obito spins you around placing both arms on your shoulders.
“You’re not fine. What’s going on?”
He gives you a serious stare. You fold and let out a deep breath. Feeling the tears brim along your lash line, you squeak out, “I- I just- I miss my husband.”
His heart ached. You were the sweetest little flower. Always so pure, with a heart made of gold, reserved just for Kakashi. Of course his absence would affect you more. How could it not? He had the distraction of taking care of the village while you were the one sleeping in an empty bed.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t think about how lonely it must be for you.”
“It’s silly, I know.” you say ashamed, wiping your eyes.
“It’s not silly. It’s human.” He gives you a hug. “Well…I’m here now. Care to do something together?”
“Yes please.” You speak into his chest.
He laughs at how adorable your muffled request sounds before letting go.
You stride over to your closet and pull out a couple board games. “You interested in playing any of these?”
A malicious grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he looks up at you. “You’re really gonna let me choose?”
You laugh already knowing which game he is gunning for.
“Go ahead. You know you want to.”
For the first time in months laughter filled your home. Effortless conversation flowed between you and your old friend. Warmth that had been absent for weeks occupied the room.
Obito was relieved to see you smile. Happiness suits you. You fill the room with joy when you smile, no matter where you are or what you’re doing. When you’re happy it infects everyone around you. Seeing you anything but happy brings an uncomfortable tightness to his core.
“Y/N, I’m sorry I haven’t been checking in on you.”
“It’s not your responsibility, Obito.”
“Yes it is. I’m your friend and I work with Kakashi. I knew how much he’d been sleeping at the office. I should have come over sooner.”
You look at the board in front of you not wanting Obito to see your eyes mist up so easily at the reminder of your loneliness. He reaches over and grabs your hand.
“I’ll be back tomorrow. If Kakashi’s home I’ll leave you two be, and if he’s not, you can take your shot at redemption.”
You glare at him with a smile,“You little shit.” He always got so cocky when you played board games together, but the relief of knowing you would have company was clearly visible to him.
You walk him to the door to wish him goodbye. He pulls you in tight and kisses the top of your head. “It’ll all be okay. It’s just temporary.”
“That’s what I keep telling myself.”
Though he felt genuinely terrible for you, he couldn’t help but savor the hug. You were so beautiful and Obito wished he could hold you like this all the time.
You never knew about Obito’s feelings for you. He had them ever since puberty. You were always pretty, but you grew into a real beauty around the age of fourteen. Obito certainly wasn’t the only boy to notice you either. However, being your friend, he already knew which boy had taken a hold of your heart, and Obito knew from a young age that he never stood a chance.
Despite what a little prick Kakashi was back in the day, Obito also knew Kakashi had feelings for you too. You were one of the only classmates he was respectful towards and he sometimes would give you a compliment or words of praise. Something his arrogant younger self did seldom. It wouldn’t be till much later that he actually began to pursue you. Obito never told Kakashi about his feelings towards you, but he’s sure Kakashi still knew. Shortly after the wedding he asked for an uptake in missions, not wanting to be around to witness your marital bliss. He needed space to get over you and the missions stood to occupy his mind while he did just that. He would never do anything to jeopardize your relationship though. He supported you both.
Yet now here you are, warm in his arms, body pressed up against his. He chuckles knowing his younger self would have fainted. Regrettably you let go of him and it was time to leave you be.
When Obito left you turned to face your empty house. The silence is as excruciating as ever. You clean the dishes and put away the boardgames. You brush your hair and teeth, dress in your pajamas and slip in between the covers to spend another night alone. You roll over to look at Kakashi’s side of the bed. You imagine him laying down next to you. Stroking your hand and kissing the back of it to say goodnight. You let out a deep sigh before closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep.
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The next morning you whip up breakfast, pack it in a container and go find your husband. You turn the knob of Kakashi’s office and open the door to find him asleep at his desk. Softly snoring with a small drop of drool wetting his mask; he looked so peaceful. You didn’t want to wake him so you quietly placed his breakfast near him before brushing his hair out of his face and planted a light kiss on his forehead.
“Maybe I’ll catch you at lunch, love” you whisper to him and with that, you retreat to your home.
Obito catches you on your way out the building. He sees the defeated look on your face and knows, once again you were unable to spend time with your husband. He had never seen you look so sad. He started to worry about you.
Predictably, Kakashi could not come home. He spent another evening in his office while you spent the evening with Obito. Not only could he see how lonely you are but he could see how badly you craved intimacy. Intimacy in any form. Be it a kiss, a hug, or just holding hands. He could feel the tension in your chakra. It was so thick that it started to stir desires in him that he had long suppressed. He needed to alleviate your frustration, to save your marriage. If Kakashi wasn’t careful he may lose you. You have needs after all. If he wasn’t going to pay his wife any attention, you may look elsewhere. Luckily Kakashi happened to have a friend ready and willing to help.
What Obito told you was true. He could do the mind transfer jutsu just fine. He was adding onto it. Instead of just taking over the body while the other person sat passenger side observing what was happening, he was working to make it so that the mind of the possessed person believed they were making the choices of their own accord while Obito was in full control. Less of a mind transfer jutsu and more of a mind control jutsu. This would be a perfect time to test it out.
Your needy body would finally be taken care of by your absentee husband while he, Obito, did all the things to you he had always wanted to.
…for the sake of your marriage of course.
While you turn on the television, he puts his arm around your shoulders and pulls you into him.
“Don’t worry, Y/N, I’m gonna make sure he takes the night off tomorrow.”
“Pfff, good luck.”
“I’m serious. I’ll make sure of it. Even if I need to stay at the office in his place. I’ll make sure me and Shikamaru have it covered.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it, Obi” you retort as you lay your head against his chest, feeling the comfort of having literally anyone to lean against.
He kissed the top of your head before facing the tv, allowing his mind to swarm with all the memories of things he’s wanted to do to you over the years. A cloying smile involuntarily splitting his face.
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The next afternoon Obito strutted into Kakashi’s office.
“Hey Obito, how can I help you?”
“You’re spending the night with your wife.”
Kakashi looked down, feeling guilt weigh on him.
“You haven’t been home in days and you smell. Go home and take a shower.”
“I just took a shower in the Anbu locker room this morning!”
“Fine. You haven’t been home in days and you have bags under your eyes. Go home and take a nap.”
“What’s up with you?”
Obito turns to ‘look around the room’ while he discretely weaves hand signs before turning back towards Kakashi. He faced Kakashi, leaning over the desk so his eyes were inches from him.
“I think it’s a good idea to go home, can you stay behind and cover me, Obito?”
And like a hypnotized parrot Kakashi repeats,
“I think it’s a good idea to go home, can you stay behind and cover me, Obito?”
Obito smiles as Kakashi stands up and walks around the desk. Obito had Kakashi shake his hand and leave the room. As he does, Obito takes a seat in Kakashi’s chair and closes his eyes to sit back and enjoy the ride as he steers Kakashi home towards your sweet arms.
Standing outside your home Obito digs the keys out of Kakashi’s pocket and opens the door. He can hear the shower running in your en suite bathroom. He closes the door behind him just as you turn off the water.
Obito’s heart begins to flutter. She’s already naked. He quickly strides over to catch you drying yourself off with a fuzzy towel.
You look marvelous. More beautiful than he even imagined. Your perky mounds hanging just a little lower without the support of a bra, nipples stiffened from the cold air outside the warm shower, they stood at attention for his gaze. Your waistline cinched in before filling out around your hips where your glutes rounded your frame. Thighs plush and grabable thinning out towards your ankles where polished toenails adorned your feet.
“Babe?” you say in complete surprise as you look back at your husband staring at you more intensely than he ever has in his life.
“Oh hey baby!”
“Baby? Since when do you call me baby?" You say, still shocked that your husband is standing in your home and has the most bizarre look of hunger on his face.
“Sorry Angel, I’m just so tired. I forgot myself.” Obito says stretching Kakashi’s mouth into a warm smile
“Oh, if that’s the case, I’ll warm up some food so you can eat and go to bed.”
You wrap the towel around your chest, walking towards Kakashi to get clothes from your bedroom dresser. Obito stops you with Kakashi’s arm against the doorframe.
“Actually, if I’m gonna eat, I can think of something I’d like instead.”
He felt ridiculous saying it, but he’d always wanted to try a bold line like that with you. At least that’s how he imagines it in his fantasies.
You give him a devious smile through your lashes. Thank gods!
You lunge upwards locking your lips onto your husband's mouth, arms wrapped around his neck as your towel falls to the floor. Obito feels Kakashi’s entire body set on fire. He needed to be rid of these pesky clothes ASAP. Before he places his hands on you, he’s pulling off his jacket and tugging down his pants while you pull off his shirt. He wanted to feel your soft bare skin against his toned chest.
Bodies completely barren, Obito cannot get enough of your taste as Kakashi’s body stands up to his full height. Hands greedily exploring your skin, Obito had never known perfection till he touched you.
Pent up sexual frustration made you eager. You kissed down your husband’s body as you sank to your knees. Lips delicately kissing along each muscle during your descent. Obito could feel your warm breath on Kakashi’s chest. His heart was fluttering at the sensation and he almost lost himself with the excitement of what was about to happen next.
You settle on your knees before him, hand around his base and mouth kissing his tip. You take in only the head while your tongue toys with the slit. Obito’s eyes roll back into Kakashi’s skull. You were masterful with your tongue. You hand stroked his shaft while your mouth kept playing, focusing the suction on just his end.
“Fuuuck, Angel.”
Your bright eyes beam up at him with a less than angelic gleam. You enjoyed this. You liked manipulating him with your mouth. You enjoyed how it was making his knees weak and causing him to lean on the wall. He did not expect this from you.
He placed Kakashi’s hand on the back of your head, gently pushing you down on his length. You gladly accepted, allowing your nose to kiss his silver happy trail. Obito couldn’t help but give out a choked groan. It sounded so strange hearing him groan in Kakashi’s voice but you took him so well and the sensation of your throat tight around the end of his shaft was beyond anything he had ever dared to imagine.
Without asking, you bobbed back and forth, dick sliding in and out with ease as you kept your mouth wide open. You let the slobber pool around your bottom lip and spill onto your chest and thighs as you sink back on your heels.
Wanting you to go faster, he twisted your hair into a ponytail and guided you along at a quickened pace. The lewd noises of your throat closing around his tip over and over again rang through the air. His cock began twitching. He was about to cum. Dammit, not yet!
Feeling him twitch, you reach up and massage his jewels, only making it harder for him to contain himself. No amount of restraint could stop it from happening. He felt the seed gush out of his tip and swirl around your throat before you swallowed it. Your throat closing around his softening dick as you did.
You stand up, a little bit of drool mixed with cum falling out of the corner of your mouth as you smile and wipe it off.
“Very good baby. You ready to give me round two?”
Round two?! Obito thought. Is this normal for them? Sure enough, as the thought formed, so did the erection swelling and pushing its way between your plush thighs.
Thank gods Kakashi can go multiple rounds back to back. Now I can really play.
He corners you in the room, caging you against the wall with his arms. You have a look of fear in your eyes that has excitement etched behind it.
“What are you going to do to me Daddy?”
Obito could feel Kakashi’s nipples stiffen at the pet name. He reached out Kakashi’s hand and enclosed it around your slender throat.
“I’m going to tie you up and abuse those beautiful holes of your’s.”
Your eyes were set ablaze.
Closing the fingers tighter around your throat, he leans down and whispers in your ear.
“Now go get the rope, slut.”
You moan and try to crane your head to kiss him. He squeezes harder and tuts.
“Not till you bring me your bindings.”
The weight on your throat is released. You scamper over to where you keep the condoms, lube, cuffs, and rope. You grab the bundle and return to a waiting Kakashi. Silver hair looming above you, scarred face looking down with lust, as his lips hungrily curl above his beauty mark. Your inner thighs were a mess, thick slick coating them in excitement.
“Turn”
You face away from him and hold your hands behind your back. He ties around your wrists and runs the rope in between them. You give a small moan as the knot tightens. Obito felt Kakashi’s pulse quicken. Maybe he could take this a step further.
“You like that don’t you.”
“Mhm” you whimper
Obito has Kakashi pull the rope tight around your elbows and torso, knotting your arms in a shibari pattern.
When the fuck had Kakashi learned this?!
You were on the verge of cumming before he even touched between your legs. When he was done he pushed you down on the bed. Your face planted into the soft mattress and your rear was raised high in the air. Kakashi swatted your bottom and you let out squeals of pleasure.
“Does my little slut like that?”
“Yes Daddy.”
“Well you shouldn’t!” he scolds with a heavy spank.
You scream in a mix of pain and pleasure.
“Look how wet you are for me. Mind if I have my meal?”
You nod with your face still smushed into the mattress.
Obito dives in anxious to know how you taste. It was sweet with a hint of a tangy aftertaste. How could it not be sweet? It was you. He could feast down here for hours. You had so much cum to lap up from your weeks of pent up desire. He hoped that he could keep a hold of Kakashi’s mind long enough to taste it all.
He licked your thighs clean first. Enjoying your moans as Kakashi’s velvety tongue ran up your sensitive skin. Then he tickled your bud as he pointed his tongue, letting it sink into your hole while it made its way from your clit to your rear, gathering as much of your sweet cream as it could. His tongue scoops out the white dessert from between your folds and he can hear you hyperventilate with pleasure. He looked down at your feet and saw how your toes curled. He did that. He made your toes curl.
“Ah! Please! Fuck me Daddy!”
Obito had Kakashi flip you over, your body resting on top of your bound arms, your knees propped up and spread open.
“Not till I taste every last drop.” He husks into your heat.
A trail of goosebumps visible on your abdomen. He kneels on the side of the bed and pulls you down into his face as his nose nudges against your ticklish bud. Sucking and slurping you squirm from the stimulation. You scream praises and thank him for how he spoils you. His ears ringing with satisfaction. He starts rutting against the side of the bed, needing friction against the length between his legs.
Finding the will to stop, a large hand slaps down against your sex causing you to flinch. Your pitiful cry was enough to make precum leak onto the bedspread.
Lining up with your slit, he pushes between your folds. His vision goes white and for a moment he thinks he lost control of the jutsu. But he can still feel you. No, he’s still in control. He takes a deep breath that is broken up by a shudder as your walls swallow every inch.
I’m only marrying a girl if she feels exactly like this. How does Kakashi ever leave her alone? I don’t think I’d be able to leave the bed.
Vision coming back, he looks down on you. You’re biting your tongue anxiously waiting for his thrusts. A crooked smile twisting onto his face, he gives a punctuated thrust that scoots you up the bed.
“Is that what you were waiting for?”
He does it again.
You nod pathetically.
“My little slut needed some friction?”
“Yes Daddy.”
His grin widening, he thrusts into you with all of his might. It was violent. How you were able to handle his passion amazed him. You should be split in half by this but instead your eyes roll back in enjoyment. Kakashi certainly kept this bit of information to himself. No worries, he knows your dirty little secret now.
Stacking your knees on top of each other, he lays you on your side, continuing his assault. Your sounds filled the room. He covers your mouth to hear how cute you sound muffled by his hand. His fingers feel as tears prick at the corners of your eyes.
“Yes, take it.”
You allow your head to collapse onto the bed as a guttural groan falls from your lips.
Obito looks over at the scented candle lit beside the bed. He pushes your shoulder back down so you are on your back, legs sprawled. A mischievous grin graced his face before you caught the glint of danger that flashed across Kakash’s eyes as he reached for the candle.
You bite your lip in anticipation of what happens next. Length still filling your needy walls, he tips the candle so that melted wax drips onto your chest. You feel it sear your skin as it drips to your nipple. He tilts again. Your hips buck up as you pull air between your teeth. Kakashi’s mouth grunts as he feels you constrict around him from the pain. Your eyes burn with lust, daring him to keep going but he can’t contain himself. Obito resumes his earlier pace as he watches the wax harden on your tits.
All he can think as he drives into you is how can Kakashi stand to be away from you instead of doing filthy things to your perfect body? Sweat rolls down his arms and chest. Squelching emits from between your legs. Mewling from your lips. He couldn’t stop himself from dragging in and out of you, even if he wanted to.
Fingers dig deep in your flesh as he grips you. Desperate to keep your hips flush with his. You preen at the depth of his intrusion while your arms go numb from your bindings. He leans down, needing his lips on yours. Slowing down his thrust so they were long but deep with each inward snap.
You bit his lip, pulling back as you open your eyes to gaze up at him. You were happy. Your face was tired and fucked out, but you were happier than he’s seen you all week.
“Am I taking good care of you Angel?”
“Mmm, yes Daddy, thank you.”
Obito begins to peel off the hardened wax while he casually thrust fore and aft. You squirm and clamp down around him as each piece releases. The feeling making him twitch inside of you.
You gasp as he peels off the wax directly over your nipple. Like ripping off a bandaid, you wince, before his tongue licks soothing circles over your irritated nub. Soft moans of relief fill Kakashi’s ears, running circles of joy around Obito’s mind.
His arms circle around you while he suckles. His fingers finding their way under the rope, gripping the intricate ties. You gush around him while his tongue flicked over your nubs made sensitive from the removal of the hardened wax. Sealing his lips around them and sucking in hard, you coo for him as slick drips onto the bed underneath where your bodies meet.
“Mmm, you’re just a little slut, aren’t you? Cumming for me like this.”
“Yes, ah!”
Obito releases you and flips you onto your knees, face again shoved into the mattress. Lining the tip up once more, every inch finds itself buried inside of you. Your vulgar noises are lost in the soft bed as you’re pounded from behind. Thighs colliding with your rear, balls slapping against your swollen bud. You immediately cum, walls fluttering around the length inside of you.
Obito doesn’t care, he continues to use Kakashi to rail through you, not giving your sensitive cunt a second to recover. You spiral into orgasm again. Toes curling as you screech from the over stimulation. You writhe under him causing him to lose control. Spilling Kakashi’s spend inside of you as he thrusts erratically, milking every drop into your tight hole.
Still inside, Obito reaches over, grabbing the kunai from Kakashi’s nightstand and cuts through the rope, releasing your arms before collapsing on top of you. You close your eyes feeling comforted by the weight and warmth of his body on top of yours.. Obito peppered kisses on your cheek as you gave your husband the most radiant smile.
He leaned up looking for the towel you dropped earlier and saw the white milk leak out of you. He groaned at the sight wishing to etch it into his memory forever.
“Care for another shower?”
You give him a knowing smile trodding after him. You hold each other under the warm spray. Hands playfully exploring the other. Obito hums as you feel Kakashi’s built backside, digging your fingers in as you pull yourself into him.
He wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head and closing his eyes. Obito wanted to stay. He wanted to know what it would be like to lay with you, to wake up next to you, have you cook him breakfast, but he couldn’t risk someone catching him in Kakashi’s office.
He released the jutsu, knowing Kakashi will sleep well in his bed next to his wife.
When Obito blinks his eyes, he finds himself back in his own body. He looks down and sees that he’s made a mess of the front of his pants.
Shit, really?! Well this was an unforeseen side effect.
Summary: Takes place in modern day, your friends Kakashi and Obito run into you at the local bar and offer to walk you home.
Warning: NSFW, Alcohol, Oral, Anal, DP, Threesome, Too Hot to Handle
Word Count: 2.7k
It was another Friday night and you needed to unwind after an extremely stressful week at work. You had done an extra 10 hours of overtime and just needed a few drinks and some dancing to clear your mind. You met up with your friend Sarah who was always a good time and signed you up for karaoke. You were on stage rapping to your favorite song when your friend/crush and his roommate walked in. He was tall with silver hair, a lean muscular figure, a scar over his eye, and a secretive lower face covered by a midnight mask that brought nothing but intrigue. His roommate was almost as tall, buff, with dark hair and a scarred right half of his body that enhanced his rugged masculinity in a mouth-watering way. They owned the place the second they walked in. Usually that was the effect you had on the room, but you were nothing compared to how gorgeous they both were standing together. You played it cool and finished your song giving them a wink when you were done. You and Sarah went over to the pool table knowing the two boys would meet up with you. You started to play, leaning over the table to aim at the cue ball. Feeling Obito’s hand on your waist, you strike the ball. “Hello, Obito. Wanna play?”
“Only if you’re asking.”
You smirk. You know he likes you but he’s an emotionally unavailable playboy always going on about his beautiful ex in another country. Kakashi comes over to join in.
“You wanna start over and do teams?”
You look at Sarah and nod. You and Sarah loved to play pool together. You’d hustle tourists all night long on the table between dancing and karaoke. You loved dancing on men and then inviting them to play. You’d dominate the game, making them feel inferior and emasculate them before taking them home. It always made them rough with you. They had something to prove and you loved how it fueled them.
Kakashi and Obito were different though. They were really good so it was unlikely that the two of you could beat them. Obito offered to be on your team, Sarah on Kakashi’s team. The four of you placed wagers. Loser drinks. Unfortunately, Obito wasn’t carrying his weight so the two of you steadily got drunker. Kakashi locked eyes with you, smiling as he watched you lose your usual composure. You were one person who rarely lost control of the situation so it brought him great satisfaction to be the cause of your undoing.
He admired you. You worked really hard and he’d often come visit your office to bother you. He liked that you were so caring and generous. You always looked out for others, even though you juggled many responsibilities and roles. You were very serious about your work, yet you knew how to have fun and could hold your liquor. He also liked that you weren’t a lovesick puppy who fell head over heels for him. He knew you liked him, but you didn’t act desperate like the other girls. He didn’t want to settle down with a girlfriend just yet. He was like you, having fun playing the field but that didn’t mean you couldn’t play in the field together.
Near the end of the fourth game Obito’s hands were all over you. You smiled, having fun with his obvious lust. He was still gorgeous and it’s not like Kakashi was trying to get with you, that you knew of, so you played along with Obito’s advances. He came up close behind you and you backed up into him, pushing your ass into the developing boner you could feel in his pants before getting up to go around the other side of the table. It didn’t bother Kakashi that you would flirt with his best friend. He knew he was more handsome than Obito and he knew you wanted him more.
Starting to feel too drunk, you decided it was time to walk home. You’d come by in the morning to get your car. As your friend, Kakashi asked to walk you home, to make sure you got there safe. You smiled and accepted. Obito naturally tagged along.
Since it was a quarter mile walk, the three of you staggered along the road laughing and flirting. They asked how many men you seduced that month and you asked them the same question about the number of girls they’d been with. Obito came up and put his arm around your shoulder while you talked to Kakashi. You put your arm around his waist but your eyes never left Kakashi’s face. He noticed this and smiled smugly.
Back at your house, the men went to your kitchen and grabbed the vodka and tequila, asking you to make them some drinks while they poured shots. Though you knew you should go to bed, you couldn’t help it. You loved hanging out with them. It made you feel special and they were impossible to say no to. The three of you took shots and put on the TV. Continuing to drink around the table, you and Kakashi laughed as Obito got more and more drunk. He decided that tonight, he’d have fun with you. Screw Obito, it was his turn to take a shot at you.
You wanted a change of pace so you decided to pull out the old Nintendo and play some Mario Kart. You and Kakashi started to gang up on Obito during the race and it pissed him off. He threw down the remote and went to the bathroom to take a leak. While he did, Kakashi leaned in for a kiss. You were taken by surprise. He was always flirty but you assumed nothing would ever happen cause that’s just how he talked to girls. You closed your eyes and leaned into the kiss, dropping your remote. This was your chance. Alcohol making you brave, you got on your knees and straddled Kakashi’s lap. You started to grind on him, feeling the friction of your clothes rubbing together.
Completely forgetting that the two of you were not alone in your home, you began to remove all your clothes, moving over to the giant bean bag chair in the living room. You were naked and he moved down to your folds sucking and licking them. You began to moan and squeeze your own breasts while he worked his tongue around your heat. He was so hot and he was actually between your legs. You had wanted this for months, little did you know he had been thinking about it for months too.
You ran your fingers through his silver hair, petting him as he licked up and down your sex. He gave your clit a suck that made your head lull backwards only to be met with Obito’s cock stuck in your mouth. When he re-entered the room, you did not know. Honestly you had totally forgotten about him till that moment. You looked out of the corner of your eye, seeing Kakashi still sucking away, now looking up at you with a devilish grin.
The alcohol making you compliant, you kept Obito in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing up and down. He grunted and put his hand on the back of your head. You began gushing all over Kakashi’s face as the size of Obito’s cock had your pussy wet and your eyes watering. It was a challenge to suck him off. You changed your angle to deep throat him, loving how the curve of his dick treated the back of your throat. You swallowed and breathed through your nose. Kakashi could see the bulge in your throat where Obito’s dick occupied. He was impressed.
Obito took himself out of your mouth to kiss you. He was ravenous. He had been wanting you for months and your careless flirting was driving him mad. He knew who you really wanted and he knew you would flirt to try and make Kakashi jealous, but he knew eventually he’d get his chance with you. Sure he wasn’t a pretty boy like Kakashi, but he knew he was better in bed. Tonight he was going to prove that to you. He continued to kiss you upside down while Kakashi lined up his tip with your entrance. He slid his member along your folds, coating himself in your slick. He spit on your cunt, rubbing it in with his length before sliding in. You moaned into Obito’s mouth.
“That’s right” Kakashi said, “Take the whole thing Y/N”
“Mmmm” you hum and you tug on Obito’s hair and pull him into you.
Obito reaches for your tits, kneading them with his fingers. He had been anxious to touch them. Always seeing them concealed in your tight shirts and dresses. He longed to see them naked and here they were in his palms.
Kissing Obito became harder and harder as Kakashi began railing into you. Obito decided that giving his dick back to your mouth would be a better use of it. You opened up, holding out your tongue ready to accept him in your mouth. “Fuck” he said as he slid back inside. He slid in and out of your mouth at the pace of Kakashi’s thrusts. Feeling the vibrations of your whining and moaning on his tip.
Tired of being on your back, you got on all fours and faced Kakashi, giving him bedroom eyes as you grabbed his cock in your hands. You stoked him up and down, licking his balls as you did, watching his face from below. You fit both of them in your mouth, sucking and licking on them, letting your tongue pay special attention to the space between them, licking up and back. When you could tell he was enjoying himself, you closed your eyes enjoying your opportunity to show off your skills.
While you did, Obito, shamelessly ate your ass. Moaning and groaning at your taste. He dug his tongue into your hole making your eyes shoot open as he entered. Kakashi could feel your moan vibrate on his ball sack and he groaned at how good it felt.
You may be sucking on Kakashi’s nuts but it was Obito that was making you vocal. Any groan Obito elicited from you was a prize won. Kakashi might have been his best friend, but he was going to win you from him by the end of the night.
You continued to play with Kakashi’s balls while you stroked him. He reached fisting your hair, “Fuck that feels good.” He could see the smile in your eyes before you released to move up to his dick. You insert the entire length in your mouth, giving him the same deep throat experience as Obito. A long groan came out of his mouth. He held the back of your head as he thrust in and out between your lips. While your throat was being stretched by Kakashi, Obito got to work fingering both your holes. You squealed a muffled squeal from your full mouth.
“That’s right baby, I knew you’d like that.” Obito gruffed
Keeping his pinky in your ass, he finally inserted his length in your sopping wet entrance. You moaned again as he filled you. Once more making Kakashi’s head lull backwards with pleasure at your noisy vibrations.
You were a sight to behold. Cock stuffing both ends. It was fucking hot and they were beginning to lose their patience. Obito pulled you backwards off of Kakashi and began ramming you brutally from behind. His enormous length shredding up your greedy cunt, you began to scream with pleasure. “Oh fuck!” you yelled. It was so good, you couldn’t remember a partner who ever treated you so well. Your entire body tingled with pleasure as he slammed his hips into you, making your ass shake with each thrust. You never expected this out of Obito. Kakashi, beginning to feel jealous, pulled you off of Obito and inserted his length back in you, hammering into your hips to elicit the same kind of screams. Not wanting to be left out, Obito began playing with your little asshole again. Rimming and stretching it. First his pinky, then his middle finger, then two, then three, prepping you to take his cock in the back.
At this point you had become a ragdoll, doing whatever they boys wanted, accepting whatever they did to you. It was paradise and you enjoyed every second of it.
Obito spit on his cock before laying on his back. He pulled you onto him so your back was against his muscular chest. He slowly inserted himself into your rear. You let out a long moan as you stretched out to fit him. Kakashi stood to the side stroking himself, watching your eyes squeeze shut as you felt the intrusion. Obito lightly thrust into you, helping you adjust to his girth but your eyes shot open. He was brushing a sweet spot with each stroke. “Ahhhhhh!!!” you moaned.
Obito whispered in your ear, “You like that baby?”
“Ahh! Yes!”
“I knew you would”
He began kissing your ear and neck.
Kakashi came over and inserted his length back into the gummy walls of your cunt. The two of them stroking together as you lay sandwiched between them. Your mind was numb with pleasure. Your eyes were glazed as you were completely blissed out. Obito kissing your neck and Kakashi kissing your lips. Your legs shook from the rapid fire orgasms you were experiencing thanks to Obito in your backdoor.
You became too dumb to speak, all you could keep saying was “fuck” on repeat.
Kakashi sped up his pace, turned on by the ring of cum you left on his shaft. He stroked harder and harder while Obito supported you from underneath. He pulled out and shot you in the face, wiping some of his ropes into your slutty mouth begging to taste his cum.
Obito pulled out of your rear with a long moan from you and entered into your gaping cunt. He flipped you over so that you were back on all fours while he took you from behind. Kakashi’s seed dripped down your face as Obito too picked up speed ready to cum. He railed you without mercy, making sure you’d never forget this night. He pulled out of you and yanked on your hair so you’d turn and face him. He stuffed himself in your mouth making sure you swallowed every last drop. Holding your head down on his length while your nose kissed his belly.
“Fuck, Y/N, I knew you could fuck but I didn’t know you could fuck like that!” Obito praised
“Look who’s talking” you say to Obito as soon as he released your head. You got up off the bean bag chair and started walking towards the bathroom. “I need to shower, who’s coming with?” Your eyes dart between them.
Both boys follow you to the shower. Obito holding your hips against his as Kakashi turns on the water. You grab the body wash while Kakashi lathers soap onto a washcloth, cleaning his sticky spread off your face before giving it a kiss. You smile at him while Obito plays with your tits from behind. You close your eyes and hum. You take turns stroking and kissing them both, sometimes letting one of them slip back inside you. You toy with each other the entire time. You admire how cute they both look all lathered up. Finally having your fill you each rinse off. As you turn off the water Obito slaps your ass just as Kakashi grabs your face to kiss you.
The three of you pile into your king size bed to spend the night. Kakashi on your left and Obito on your right. One of your hands holding Kakashi’s hand, while the other cups his cheek. Obito however has taken full control of your waist and has forced you to be his little spoon. He buries his whole face in your neck. You let him since he was such a good fuck. Your exhausted bliss knocks you out minutes after all of you lay down.
You knew nothing would change between the three of you. You would continue to be friends and it wouldn’t be weird. At least now you had some closure on your crush with Kakashi and you knew to bring Obito around when you had that itch only he could scratch.
Summery: You run into Obito after setting up your office and clear the air. Once you start your new responsibilities you hunt for a new assistant which leads you in a direction you never expected.
Warnings: NSFW, dom kink, rough sex, unprotected penetration
Word Count: 6.9k
Art Credit: @akirasukuna
Part 14 New Here? Check out Part 1
A/N: Here it is! The long-awaited alternate ending. Okay, so I know it's long but I wanted to keep it one part. Enjoy and Happy Valentine's Day babes! (it is lightly edited so I apologize in advance)
There he is, the last person you wanted to see. So why did his mere presence in your doorway steal your breath? Maybe it was how he stood there tall and slender, hair in a pristine swoop, red armband snug around his bicep, and soft brown eyes focused on your starstruck face.
The two of you stand there, staring at each other, unable to think, speak, or move.
His apologetic face makes it all feel raw. Once more tearing open your wounds. Seeing his hurt expression did exactly what you feared it would. The love never went away, it pangs your heart to see him. How are you supposed to work together when there is this much tension caught between you?
“May I…may I come in?”
“I guess”
Kakashi hesitantly strides into your new office, inspecting the floors, walls and mahogany desk.
“Congratulations by the way.”
“Thank you Lord Sixth”
Kakashi visibly cringes. “Please don’t ever call me by that title again.”
“Kakashi, there’s a time and a place-”
“Not with you there’s not.”
“Kashi…”
You don’t know what to say in response to the pain coating his face. He regretted it. He has so many regrets in his life but the ones that lead to losing you hurt the most. One expects to lose loved ones during times of war, but he never expected to lose you. He thought you were his just as much as he was yours, but he was wrong.
“How-how are you doing?” you ask
Kakashi looked down. A normal question for most conversations but between the two of you it was loaded like a gun.
“I don’t think I can bring myself to answer that honestly right now.” he says with downcast eyes.
Your gaze drops to the floor. “I’m sorry.” you whisper. You never wanted things to be like this between you.
In a deep low voice you hear Kakashi respond, “That’s what I should be saying to you.”
“You’ve already apologized enough.”
“No, I haven’t. I could never apologize enough.”
“Kakashi, I-” but the words get caught in your choked throat as your eyes turn up to see tears streaming down Kakashi’s cheeks while he continues to stare at the floor. You rush over to hug him, incapable of seeing him so heartbroken. You bury your face in his chest. “It’ll be okay Kashi.”
He silently hugs you and cries as you feel your heart being ripped from your chest. You did this to him. You caused him this pain. This is what regret feels like. You start to bawl into his vest.
“I’m sorry Kakashi. I didn’t mean it. I was just hurt and felt like I was backed into a corner. I wish I could take it back.”
“Don’t apologize to me.” He squeezes you tight. “Please, I only have myself to blame.”
“No Kakashi, you’re a good man.” You lift your teary face from his chest to stare into his eyes. “Amazing in fact.”
Kakashi’s soft eyes sparkled as they looked down on you. Overcome by a wave of affection, He leaned down to kiss you when you pulled back.
“I’m sorry. I can’t. I-”
That’s when it hit you. It felt wrong. Being this close to Kakashi felt wrong. Yet for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him the truth..
You look back up at Kakashi’s crushed face. There’s someone else, he knows it, and he’s pretty sure who knows who too. “I’m sorry. I overstepped.” Kakashi quickly withdraws from your arms and retreats to his office, trying to hide his emotions.
Almost as if you were on autopilot, you walk over to your chair and sit down.
There it is. It’s confirmed, I…I…I love Obito.
You didn’t expect it. You thought your heart would linger on Kakashi but your allegiance has changed. Yes he’s given you butterflies, yes, you craved the attention he gave you, yes, he stuck up for you in ways no one else did, but you were serious about Kakashi. How profound have Obito’s actions been that he was able to steal your heart in its entirety?
I just need to see him. That’s all. When I see him, I’ll feel better.
But you haven’t seen him since the other morning when you told him you were gonna move to the Sand. Your stomach sinks. If only he were around, he’d be thrilled to know you’re staying. But he’s not, he distanced himself cause you made him feel like a consolation prize.
You continue to unpack your office, albeit much more slowly than before. Your mind is a wandering mess. You need to find Obito and talk to him. You need to make up for yesterday. You grab your empty box from your desk and look around the room. It felt like home already. After giving it a warm smile and a little wave, you call, ‘see ya monday!’, over your shoulder.
Then as you turn to leave your body collides into the chest of a tall man. “Oof!”
“Princess?”
“Obito?”
“What are you doing here?”
“Me? It’s a Saturday! What are you doing here?”
“I’m getting intel for my next mission and hey, I asked my question first!”
“I-I have good news.”
“Oh?” he cocks his head, hope glimmering in his eyes.
“I’m staying, annnnd…they gave me the Department Head position!”
“Oh my gods!! That’s amazing!” Obito picks you up and spins you around. “So you’re not moving to the Sand?”
“Nope!”
You watch the tension roll off his shoulders. It is truly adorable how worried he was. He pulls you into a bear hug and you feel yourself getting crushed by the strength in his arms.
“Obito, you’re crushing me…”
“Sorry, baby. So does this mean, you’ll…”
“We’ll give this a real shot.” you finish, feeling confident in your choice.
“You mean it?”
“Yes!” you grin, unable to help the rose tint that covers your cheeks when you hear the relief in his voice. Everything feels right, nothing like the earlier interaction with Kakashi.
“Can we grab lunch?”
“Of course, Princess. Let me grab some papers from the Hokage’s office and then we can go.”
You feel a twinge of discomfort, unsure what Obito might walk in on. Kakashi seemed really upset earlier, and you have a feeling he could tell something happened between you and Obi.
“Sorry.” Obito clears his throat. “I’m sure this must be uncomfortable for you.”
“It is…but we’ll have to get used to it. It’s our jobs.”
You both nod at each other in agreement. Obito reaches for your hand and you spread your fingers letting them interlace. Together you head towards Kakashi’s office but you lose your nerve once you turn the last corner.
“I’ll wait here if you don’t mind.”
Obito gives you a soft smile and a kiss on the forehead before heading down the hall towards Kakashi’s double doors. He’s so tender with you, the kind of love that disarms a girl. Especially when coming from someone with Obito’s reputation of using brute force.
When he goes to enter the hokage’s office, the doors are locked. He knocks and calls for Kakashi. He did tell him to meet here at this time, didn’t he?
Shuffling can be heard from the other side of the door yet he refused to answer. Obito feels his chest sink. Kakashi knew…
“I can come back later, Lord Sixth. When you’re available.”
There was no response from the other side of the door but Obito took it as a silent plea that Kakashi did indeed want to be alone. Obito’s footsteps echoed through the hall as he walked away, headed back over to where you stood with a questioning gaze.
“I thought you had to get papers.”
“He wasn’t there” Obito gruffed
“Well I know he’s here. We can stick around for a bit so you don’t have to come back later.”
“No Princess, it’s fine. Let’s get you fed.”
Obito’s arm hugs around your shoulders but it doesn’t feel as good as it did before. He knows it was wrong of him to pursue you when you were seeing Kakashi but he fell in love with you so fast that he couldn’t stop himself.
At first it was a lustful joke. Just to get fucked and annoy Kakashi in the process, but by the time he stood in your office with those flowers in his hand, he had actually fallen for you. It wasn’t a game and he didn’t win. He knows that there are no winners in this situation. Whoever gets the girl loses their best friend, and who ever doesn’t get her loses both. It’s a shitty situation for all three of you. But he couldn’t dwell on it too hard. He has you to focus on after all. He needs to make you happy the way you make him happy.
“Obito?”
“Yes Princess.”
“Is everything okay?”
“No…”
There’s silence before you ask, “Is it him?”
“Yeah…” Obito says with a big sigh.
You look down feeling your heart break. You don’t want to feel bad about this. You’re happy with Obito. He’s loving and fun, protective and sweet, and most of all there are no strings attached. There’s no baggage. No fangirls. No paparazzi. No conflicts with work. It’s simple. The way it should be. So why does it feel like there’s a small hole in your chest? You guess that you would be a terrible person if you didn’t feel bad, falling in love with his best friend and all.
The two of you walk together to a nearby sushi place and order to-go before strolling hand in hand towards your home. Obito rummages through your closet while you grab plates and chopsticks only to turn around just in time to see him brandish a board game.
“Found it!”
“How did you know I had that?”
“Everyone has shogi”
“Seems like an awfully big gamble to rummage through a girl’s stuff so early into a relationship.”
“Face it Princess, we’ve been half-dating for months.”
“Oh we have, have we?”
Obito shrugs. “Kinda. I mean in my mind I was dating you. It just took you a couple months to catch up.”
You shake your head and giggle as you take a seat and watch Obito excitedly set up the pieces. The two of you play while you eat, enjoying the peace of mind that comes with a distraction. When you and Obito can just ‘be’, it all feels so right.
You finish your meal long before you finish the game but once that’s done, you clear the table while he packs it away..
“So what do you wanna do now?”
“I need to go back to headquarters to get the papers.”
There it is again; your heart drops. Standing behind you, Obito sees how tense you are and he feels it too. Every reminder of Kakashi drives a wedge of guilt between you. Neither of you can help it, he’s a good man. It’s not that you stopped loving him, you just couldn’t survive the complexities that came with dating a hokage. As for Obito, that’s his childhood best friend. How does he get past hurting him like this? You turn around and face him, pretending everything’s okay.
“Oh, that’s right.”
“Yeah. I’m supposed to leave tomorrow.” He says as he approaches you, his hands running along your forearms.
“So soon?”
“Remember what I said Princess”
“You’ll come home every night.”
Obito presses his forehead against yours. “I mean it.”
You exhale and smile in content as you close your eyes. “I know.”
“I’ll be back in a bit.” he says before swirling away. It somehow took you a bit by surprise. You didn’t expect him to leave so abruptly yet here you are, in his arms one moment and completely alone the next.
Obito’s footsteps echo as he exits his void and enters the hallway. He tugs at his shirt nervously, straightening it before approaching Kakashi’s office. He takes a deep breath and knocks, waiting for Kakashi’s weak voice to respond,
“Come in.”
Obito walks in, head held low. He wasn’t sure he could face Kakashi. His chest feels tight as his eyes catch a glimpse of his best friend. He immediately drops his gaze. The flash of information was more than enough to know Kakashi is devastated. Even more devastated than he was after the initial breakup. His eyes are puffy, his hair fell down in front of his face, and his usually pristine office has papers strewn everywhere. It is obvious how his day was spent.
Kakashi clears his throat before handing Obito the mission briefing. Without looking up, Obito took the scroll from his hand and then they both stood in silence, unable to look at each other.
“If it’s easier, I don’t need to be briefed again before I leave.”
“I’d appreciate that.” Kakashi says in a wavering voice.
“I’m sorry.”
Kakashi feels a pang radiate down his chest. “Is she happy?”
“I think so.”
Kakashi clears his throat “Then that’s all that matters.”
“Kakashi,…it wasn’t a game or a competition. I need you to know that. I really do love her.”
“I know you do. It’s why it’s been bothering me so much. The love of an Uchiha isn’t a force I can win against.”
“I wish I didn’t fall for her. Truthfully. I didn’t want to feel this way about her, but…”
“You don’t have to explain yourself. You can give her a normal life. Something I know she wants”
Obito scratches the back of his head. “But you love her too.”
“True. But I have to learn to love her by letting her go.”
Obito walks up to Kakashi and gives him a strong hug. “Thank you Kakashi”
Both men feel a mist in their eyes as they briefly hold their embrace. Obito gives Kakashi two firm pats on the back before he quickly turns to leave, giving Kakashi his space and once he reaches the end of the hall he then steps through his void and into your home.
As soon as he steps back to your living room he greets you, “Hey Princess.”
You jump in surprise. “Geez! You scared me!”
“Psh, and you called yourself a shinobi.”
You scowl at him. “Not funny.”
“Really? I thought it was.”
“Obito!”
He dodges your hand as you go to smack him, a playful laugh leaving his lips. The way you’re able to make him instantly feel better is not lost on him. Your scowl fades and you can’t help the smile that replaces it. Obito leans into you and husks in your ear,
“Maybe you need a lesson or two from your sensei.”
Your breath catches in your throat and he pulls back to smile at your lustful face. You look like a deer caught in headlights.
The charming grin on his face turns cocky and it serves its purpose to make a puddle in the lace of your panties. Pupils blown wide, you barely have time to react when he spins you around and pushes you up against your living room wall.
“C’mon Princess, where’s your fight? I thought I trained you better than this.”
Instinctively, you begin to struggle in his hold, his grip tightening as your shoulders twist. He crowds you from behind, lowering his head so that his lips graze your ear while he laughs at your pathetic attempts to escape.
“It seems to me that you want this.”
You clench around nothing, his words ring with truth. You do want this, a lot. The way he man-handles you and pushes up against your back, coupled with the memory of how he used a full susano to protect you, it knocks a wire loose in your skull. The brutality Obito is capable of fills you with excitement. Your heart races as you struggle harder yet, your breathing grows shallow with each soft chuckle fanning your ear.
“Such a pretty little thing, but so feisty. I’ll enjoy this.”
Your racing heart almost stops.
Faster than a blink, Obito kicks your legs out from under you and drops you to the floor where he pins your arms above your head and straddles your stomach. An all consuming need floods every nerve of your body when you gaze up at him. He lowers his face to yours and gently kisses you before shifting his weight to his hands while he uses his knee to kick open your legs and start grinding into your center.
“You disappoint me sweetheart. Turns out you’re all bark and no bite.”
The hand pinning your wrists above your head, holds his weight while the other travels under your back and pulls up, arching you into his chest as his lips explore just under your jaw.
You turn to him, trying to capture his lips, needing to kiss him but he evades your mouth as he licks a stripe up your cheek. Eventually you nip his skin, demanding he kiss you. The act caught him by surprise.
“Somebody’s needy.” he breathes into your waiting mouth as your lust-drunk eyes zero in on his lips.
When he finally joins his mouth with your’s you feel the universe center. He makes you feel like your soul leaves your body to mingle with his by the way his lips move against your own. It’s all the reassurance you need that he is the right choice. The only choice. Even when you fought it, something about how he looked at you, kissed you, battled to be with you, he’d taken a hold of your heart piece by piece.
His prowling desire does something dangerous to you. You begin to struggle in his hold, your arms become anxious to touch him, grab him, feed on him. All you want to do is pull him closer and sink your nails into the skin of his back. Desperately your legs try to wrap around him but instead he pulls away, holding your wrists in restraint, he yanks down your bottoms before unbuttoning his own.
Your legs are pinned together as the waistband restricts around your knees. With his free hand, he lifts your legs and lines himself up with your slit, sinking inside and pulling a deep groan from the both of you.
His strokes are slow at first, tender and purposeful, but soon he adjusts your legs so they sling over one shoulder. He leans forward, folding you so your knees push into your chest, and braces his weight so that he can pump into you from an elevated angle that feels like heaven. Your gasp of surprise brings a smile to his scarred face. He lives to please you and when he hears your little sounds of pleasure, triumph radiates through his nervous system.
With strengthened thrusts, his red eyes watch how your face scrunches in ecstasy. You feel a numbness spread over your mind and with speed equally as disorienting as when he dropped you to the floor, he flips you onto your stomach and slips in from behind fucking you prone.
It’s euphoric, the way his member curves inside of you knits your brows together just as much as it parts your lips in pleasure.
Inside your abdomen, your stomach flips, twists, and churns from how good it feels. Arousal gushes out of your seam and just as you go to brace yourself on the floor, he grabs your wrists and pins them behind your back, pushing your chest into the cool floor.
With his weight pushing into your spine, your breathing becomes laborious and made even more ragged simply from enduring the stimulation of how he pulses into you. His control over your body makes you feel helpless yet safe. He’s the one manipulating your pleasure; you have no say in what or how it happens. You’re just along for the ride, which is exactly how he wants it.
“That’s a good Princess. Keep moanin f’me.” he whispers lazily as he, himself, begins to get lost inside of you. Sexy grunts permeate the air as he slaps into your center before he kneels back and pulls up your hips.
Obito rams into you from behind, bullying your poor little cunt into submission as you start to curse from the pleasure. While still pushing your back into the floor as much as possible, he arches you to feel your cavern snug around his member at just the right angle, making your cries even louder..
Babbling obscenities, you beg for him not to stop, pleading to let you cum when he slaps the fat of your ass harshly. “Don’t you dare cum yet.”
You try to hold it in, to not step off the edge but you’re not sure you’ll last much longer. Then his finger nestles between your legs, rubbing small circles around your nub when you trip and fall into your orgasm.
He rips his hand away from pleasuring you clit and slaps your behind again, making the flesh ripple before returning to your nerve bundle. “I thought I told you not to cum, you greedy girl”
You squeeze your eyes together, pitifully crying, “I’m sorry sir, I didn’t mean to.”
He grunts. “I already told you what calling me sir does to me.” he warns before doubling his speed. His thrusts leave you screaming, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from the intensity with which he’s ramming into you. You’re so sensitive after your orgasm and now you squirm and shake in his stronghold, unable to handle how he fucks into you. Your adorable resistance builds his desire. He’s pounding into you with everything he’s got, ready to explode inside your silken interior. Then, just as he’s on the precipice of release, he pulls out and paints your backside in his seed before falling to his hands and panting in your ear.
As Obito kneels there, his member resting against you while he catches his breath, he still can’t believe this is real. You’re his, actually his. All the love that has welled in him can finally burst forth. Feeling a rush of affection overwhelm him, he rolls you onto your back, not caring about the mess he just made. He straddles you with his manhood still out straddling your hips, and lowers himself to his forearms because all he wants to do is kiss you like there is no tomorrow. Your eyes cross, even though they’re closed. Obito’s kisses are powerful on their own. There is nothing like your lips locking with his. It knocks the wind out of you every time and now you get to experience this every day. Will you ever get used to it?
You don’t know how you’re going to say goodbye to him in the morning but the knowledge that he’ll be back tomorrow night makes the idea easy to swallow. Plus tomorrow will give you time to prepare for Monday. Which is good since it’s going to be intense but exciting.
Yesterday you acted like the clingiest girl who ever existed as you wished Obito goodbye. The hesitation in his body at the idea of leaving you fed your actions even more. Your tiny fists clutched his uniform as your eyes looked up at him like a sick puppy pleading for him to stay. After a very intense makeout session that involved some major groping, he finally was off and just as he promised he came back home last night to spend the evening with you.
Now he’s left again and you are off to face the demands of your dream job.
Your first day as director was full of meetings. Organizing the department structure, and redistributing your responsibilities short-term while listing your previous position for new potential applicants and seeking out a replacement assistant since the previous one left with the former department head. It’s amazing to you that it’s been weeks since you left and none of these responsibilities were handled. Good thing you were ready to hit the ground running.
Shiho came in and knocked on your door, “Uh, hey, can I interrupt?”
“Hey! Yeah, wanna help me find a new assistant?”
“Sure, just after I have you sign off on this form.”
“You got it.” you say skimming the paperwork Shiho passes over. “Say, you wanna be my assistant? It pays less!” you joke.
“Yeah, I was hoping for a demotion.” She quips back. “Hmm, why don’t you check with the jonin leaders and see if any of the genin show promise?”
You trace your chin with your nail, contemplating her words, “that’s not a bad idea.”
“Of course it’s not; I thought of it”
You chit chat with her for a few more minutes before it’s time to attend yet another meeting but afterwards, during your lunch time, you seek out your cousin Ino, who happens to be eating with Shikamaru and Timari.
“Hey everyone!”
“Hey! What brings you here?”
“I’m seeking out some intel.”
“I thought that was quite literally your department.”
You let out a light hearted scoff, “Yes, it is literally my department.” you retort with a knowing smile, feeling proud of your promotion. “But I’m here to recruit. I’m looking for an office assistant. Someone handy in languages and puzzles who might have a future in intel. Do you know any genin or chunin that show promise in the field?”
Shikararu’s knuckle comes up to his gote. “I can think of a few but they’re awfully young. They might not be mature enough for the role. Have you thought about a retired ninja?”
“Well actually, I might know someone.” Tamari interjects.
“You do?” the group says simultaneously.
A sudden blush blankets her face. “Yeah. My friend Jun is hoping to move out of the Land of Wind. She kinda mentioned that she wants to come live at the Leaf, near me.”
“Is she good with languages?”
“She knows a few. And she might offer a different perspective being from another village and all. How’s the pay?”
“Generous, you think she would be interested?!” All too eager, you can’t wait to meet her, she seems perfect.
“I can ask her. It’ll probably take a couple days to relay the message back and forth. How soon do you need her?”
“I can wait a couple weeks. But, if I happened to know a way to teleport her here, do you think the Sand would mind?”
“You mean Obito?” Shikamaru says with almost a scold.
“Yeah” you wince.
“I don’t know if that will be okay.”
“What if I’m the one he teleports?”
“As long as it’s not directly into the village I’m sure it’s fine but you remember what happened last time you traveled between lands?”
Chills run down your back. “Yes, but with Obito I’ll be safe.” The determination is plain on your face. You have the utmost faith in your boyfriend. You know with complete certainty that you are safe. He has never let you down and he never will. That thought sends a bolt of excitement through your body.
“Trust me, I know.” Shikumaru says with raised brows as he reaches for his cup, taking a draft of his drink.
Tamari fills you in on the details of her friend including where she currently works and what hours so that when you visit the village you can find her. That night when Obito visits, you update him on the plan and he is more than happy to oblige, especially because he gets to transport you personally.
These visits form him are everything you need. You wish you could say he never allowed the chance for you to miss him because he slept in your bed every night, but when he left in the morning, you can’t help the way your heart sinks and the disappointment sets in.
His presence feels so much like home that the four walls that actually comprise of your house feel incomplete when he’s not there.
The way he nudges your earlobe when he whispers ‘I love you,’ the way he kisses the back of your hand, the way he tightens his hold when he hugs you, there’s this overwhelming sense of unyielding love unlike anything you’ve ever known.
When the time comes, the two of you travel hand in hand to the Land of Wind, stepping into his void and stepping out like it was nothing. You’ve started to get used to this power of his and think that soon it will feel completely normal.
But now, here you stand, immediately before the entrance to the Hidden Sand village, arm clinging to Obito’s when he should be traveling home from his other mission.
“Don’t be nervous Princess, she’ll want the job.”
“I hope so. Tamari made her sound perfect.”
After checking in at the village entrance you stroll through the streets, following Tamari’s directions. Once you see the sign of a pottery shop, you push the door open and stroll up to the desk of a twenty four year old blonde women. Her hair is long and straight and her eyes are a stunning shade of blue. Her appearance is so gorgeous you feel a bit self conscious and look over to Obito to check if he was staring.
Much to your pleasure, he wasn’t. He had the perfect amount of recognition for her appearance without the admiration that would crush your spirit. With that reassurance, you greet the woman, bowing as a sign of respect.
The conversation with Jun went well. You felt a click as you began to describe the position and realized the two of you shared many common interests. It all felt so natural. There was no way you were going to apparate out of here without her signing an offer letter.
By day’s end, you secured yourself a new assistant and Obito successfully neglected the responsibilities of his mission on your behalf. He rushes you home with a quick kiss before rejoining his comrads, promising to see you again tomorrow.
“No, absolutely not.”
“But Kakashi!”
“No, I don’t want to go through these issues with the Sand a second time.” You stand in Kakashi’s office informing him of your plans to hire Tamari’s friend to be your new assistant.
“But she came recommended by the Sand”
“Not by the Sand, by a Sand native. The same Sand native that created this headache for me last time.”
“Surely Gara will understand!”
“It’s not Gara I’m worried about. We need our public relations with the Sand to continue to go well so that we can maintain the peace.”
“It’s not like we’re stealing their princess this time. This is just an intellect who’s capabilities were wasting away in a pottery shop. She was telling people she was gonna move here anyways! No one will object.”
“Why can’t you use someone from the Leaf?”
“After meeting her yesterday, I’m not accepting anyone else. This role is meant for her. It’s her or no one.”
“Then it’s no one.”
“Kakashi, come ooon.”
“Don’t whine to me. You’re not exploiting our previous attachment to get your way.”
“Please Kakashi?”
He surveyed your face, trying hard not to cave. His slow recovery from your relationship still has him weak for you. He knows you don’t make unreasonable requests, but is he really going to deal with the diplomatic backlash that comes with recruiting outside of the village walls?
With a pinch to the bridge of his nose he comes to terms with the fact that he’s already made his decision. “Okay, you can hire her.”
“Yes! You won’t regret it!”
“Doubt that.”
You ignore his comment as you turn to leave, ready to draft the offer letter.
Using Obito, you went to visit Jun and tell her the good news. Fortunately your boyfriend’s mission had finally come to an end and he had a break between jobs.
Being the helpful golden retriever he is, he used his Kamui to transport Jun and her stuff back and forth as she apartment hunted, packed, and moved. Even Shiho, Tamari, and Shikamaru came along to help. Soon she was settled in and ready for her new role in your office.
The first week you tried to start off with just getting her caught up on the state of affairs, the role of your department within the shinobi matrix, her responsibilities, and once she felt more comfortable, you started to introduce her to various colleagues by week’s end.
You come into work on Friday feeling on top of the world. Everything is going perfect and Obito is home all weekend. You spent last night preparing a special picnic lunch to surprise him with today.
As you take a seat behind your desk you tuck away the food and build your to-do list, sorting through the paperwork that needs signing and coming up with an agenda for Jun.
Once you're organized for the day you stop by Jun’s office, placing everything on her desk before she gets in.
Late in the morning she pops into your office.
“Good Morning Jun!”
“Morning! Here, I brought these for you as a thank you!” she says with a flourish as she unboxes pork dumplings stuffed inside perfectly pinched rice dough.”
“Oh wow.” You gaze in amazement. You absolutely love dumplings but you had already cooked a picnic for you and Obito. “I hate to say this because I really appreciate the effort but I can’t accept. I’m so sorry. I just already made lunch plans. They look amazing, they really do.”
“It’s okay!” she says, cutting you off, realizing you were about to keep rambling out of guilt.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course.”
“You know who would really enjoy them and probably didn’t pack a lunch is our Hokage.”
She raises a brow as her eyes look at you with interest.
“I actually have some papers that need his signature. Why don’t you bring him the dumplings when you go to drop off the paperwork?”
“Right now?”
“Yeah, right now would be good. He probably needs to eat anyway.”
“Oh-okay.” She says timidly.
You knew she was nervous to meet him, especially without you present but, she was going to interact with him plenty over the course of her employment so she might as well get it over with.
“Jun,” you call out to her as she’s leaving, “He might be really powerful but he’s actually very sweet. I know he’ll appreciate the gesture. There’s no need to be nervous.”
She bows to you before swiftly walking out the door.
Up in the Hokage’s office, Kakashi massages his temples between meetings. He’s a man of great patience but meditating so many conversations with rowdy shinobi and all-too-serious headquarter staff drains him. In times of war these meetings are smoother but in times of peace, the lack of a common goal is strenuous on village leaders.
A light rap on the door pulls him from his musings and causes him to lift his head, “Come in!” He calls through the oak.
The knob turns and a beautiful woman with long golden tresses walks in. Her eyes are a beautiful oceanic blue and Kakashi immediately finds himself adjusting his seating. Her entrance to his office seems to have stolen the air from the room since, without realizing it, he stopped breathing the moment he laid eyes on her.
He sits there in shock, his lips parted as she gazes at him timidly. With a nervous bow she finds her voice and walks up to his desk. “Good Afternoon, I’m Jun the new assistant of the intelligence department” her voice trails off at the end of her sentence as Kakashi echoes her words once he realizes who she is.
They stare at each other before he shakes his head, clearing his mind and his throat. “Welcome to the Leaf. I apologize, I should’ve introduced myself sooner. How was the move? Are you settled in yet?”
“Oh! I, um, I like it a lot, the village is so green and beautiful. Tamari, Y/N and her friends made the move very easy but I’m gonna have to wait for her boyfriend to help me put together the furniture I ordered. It came in last night but they’re not coming over till Saturday evening. “
“I can help you with that.” Kashi blurts out before he can stop himself.
“Oh no, Lord Hokage, I can’t ask that of you.”
“You’re not asking, I’m offering. “
Jun is stunned into silence not knowing what to say. She stumbles over words till she puts down the papers she’d carried up to his office along with the dumplings. “i-uh-I-h-here. I want you to have these, they’re a secret Land of Wind recipe and-and I was told you might like them. Also my boss said these need your signature. “ she stumbles through her words, sliding the papers towards him.
Jun finds herself unable to look at Kakashi, the famous and mighty Hokage, because he can’t be showing her interest, can he?. That’s not possible. No.
Struggling to take his eyes off of her, Kakashi glances down at the papers, pulling out his pen to scrawl his signature at the bottom. When he’s done he pushes out his chair and stands up, rounding his desk to press the sheets into Jun’s hands.
While standing before her she realizes how much taller he is and becomes even more shy, finding a crimson hue creep across her cheeks. Kakashi lifts her chin with his finger so he can survey her gorgeous eyes, feeling lost in the sapphire of her irises.
There’s a moment of electricity between them before he clears his throat again.
“You made these dumplings?”
“Yes”
He reaches out and tries one, eyes closing as soon as his teeth pierce the dough, “these are incredible. I’ll tell you what, make more of these and I’ll come to your home tonight and assemble all the furniture you point your finger at. “
Jun giggles before looking back down at the floor. “I guess we have a deal then, Lord Hokage.”
“Kakashi”
“Hmm?”
“Call me by my name. Please. I don’t like all the lord stuff”
“Oh, uh, yes Kakashi, thank you! Here’s my address, I’ll see you tonight.”
“See you tonight!” he says all too eagerly before sitting back down at his desk and continuing to feast on the dumplings given to him by the gorgeous kunoichi hailing from the Land of Wind. He could feel himself falling all over again, but this time, things will work out differently. He’ll make sure of it.
Back at your office Obito strides on in as if he owns the place…like always. “Hey there, Princess.”
“Hey there, handsome. What brings you by?”
“There’s a beautiful woman who works here, have you seen her?”
“I believe she’s starting back at you from behind this desk. Or are you looking for someone else?”
“Nope, just looking for my girlfriend. She’s all I ever seek because in my life, all my roads lead back to her.”
“Ooooh good answer.” you say with a peck to his lips. “You sound like a man madly in love.”
“That’s because I am a man madly in love.”
“Are you now? Well does that mean I can rely on you to join me for a picnic right about now?”
Obito cocks his brow.
“I may have already packed one.” You say lifting the basket.
His smile splits his face in two and he happily strides behind your desk, grabs you and teleports you to a gorgeous valley filled with cherry trees in bloom. You must be kilometers away from the village though, in all honesty, you’re not even entirely sure if you are still in the Land of Fire at all.
“Obito, where’d you take us?”
“Somewhere I’ve envisioned taking you for months. In fact, you may remember it from one of my genjutsu’s.”
You take a look around and realize the space indeed does look familiar. “Obito…I don’t know what to say.” You’re at a loss. Here you thought you were surprising him but he has managed to flip the script. You set down the basket, turning to explore the grove when his hand catches yours. “Care to join me for a dance?”
It was just as he made you see in his genjutsu all those months ago. You thought he was messing with your head but really he was baring his soul to you. He had wanted this for so long and here you are. Tears spring to your eyes as you look back up at him, “Yes, I would love to join you for a dance.”
With one hand grasping yours and the other cupping your back, Obito leads you in dance, twirling you around as cherry blossoms fall to the ground, drifting like snow on their decent, and blanketing the world in pink. It is one of the most beautiful moments in your life and you wish you could do what Obito is doing and turn on your imaginary sharingan to record this memory forever. The look of adoration that Obito constantly has when he looks at you is brighter than ever and you know you found your person. He’s here. He’s been here, and he will continue to be here, forever. No matter what life throws at you, Obito will find a way to be by your side and defend you. You are his and he is yours. It’s simple, just as it should be.
Summary: Post war AU where Obito survives, he is made to take a journey of atonement with you as you help him feel at peace with all parts of himself.
Warnings: violence, mentions of nudity, suggestive themes, mostly fluff
Word Count: 6.8k
They did it. Team 7 actually did it. They reemerge on the battlefield with a white-haired Obito slung over Kakashi’s shoulder. “Medic! I need a medic!” he shouts. Clearly Sakura’s chakra is drained from battle so you run over to them. You are slightly confused as to why you are being asked to save this man who had just murdered so many of your friends and comrades but you do as Kakashi asks. He’s laid on the ground and you get to work mending him. His eyes open slightly as he starts to heal. He sees your blurry face above him, an angel coming to his aid, before passing out from complete and utter exhaustion.
It takes two weeks of work between you and Sakura to restore him back to his full health. During that time Sakura explains to you what happened while they were traveling between Kaguya’s various dimensions. How Obito almost died saving Kakashi and Naruto and helped her rescue Sasuke from being lost forever in an alternate dimension. You began to understand why they felt compelled to spare him. He quickly won you over with his gentle demeanor. The visible wave of relief that washed over him every time you came to his room to check on him. It was as if he waited all day for you to step into his room. He would cast his eyes down and turn away despite the small smile he wore as he thanked you over and over again for all you did in a mesmerizing deep voice. You feign modesty, “It was no trouble, really. I was just doing my job.”
Of all the shinobi under your care, he was your favorite. He shouldn’t have been. You should’ve hated him but there was a softness to him buried under a hard shell that had recently been cracked open and that softness lured you in.
Eventually the day came where he was healthy enough to go to the prison. It hurt your heart to see him escorted away but the extent of his crimes could not be ignored. He was placed in a cell close to Sasuke, blindfolded and bound in a straightjacket. With Kakashi’s permission you would go down to the prison to visit him. Sometimes you would talk to him and tell him about your day, sometimes you were allowed to bring food and they would let you feed it to him. Sakura would come with you so that she could see Sasuke at the same time. The two of you had become rather close during this year.
One afternoon you were in the hospital when Sakura came running in. “They’re being released!”
You couldn’t believe your ears. You thought for sure that both of them would spend the rest of their lives in prison. I guess that’s the upside of having Kakashi as Hokage. He had a soft spot for both Uchiha’s.
Obito and Sasuke were escorted directly to the village gate. They were to take a journey of atonement before they could be allowed back into the village. You and Sakura made a beeline to get to the gate before they left. Almost out of breath from how fast you ran.
You look over at Sakura and Sasuke together.
“Sauske, let me come with you.”
“Maybe next time Sakura.” He says with a jab to her forehead.
You look up at Obito, who was looking at the ground. “And you, Obito? Would you like some company?”
Still turning his face away, as he always did, instead of an answer, he asks, “Why do you want to come with me?”
You were taken aback. “What do you mean?”
“You don’t know me. Sakura has loved Sasuke all her life. That’s why she wants to go with him, but you, you’ve only known me for a year, most of which I’ve been in prison for. Why would you offer to leave the village to spend time with someone like me?”
“Obito…I” You thought about your answer for a moment. Why did you care for him so much? “I guess it’s cause I saved your life. I feel responsible for you. I want to support you while you find your way again.”
“But why would you do that?”
You roll your eyes annoyed by his interrogation. “It was a yes or no question, Obito. Do you want me to come or not?” Sasuke and Sakura laugh.
He smiles at your cheekiness “Are you going to be this difficult the entire time?”
“Most likely”
“Well, I guess you can come. If you really want to.” He says to the ground before looking up at you.
He couldn’t understand it. Why was he willing to let a total stranger travel with him on such a personal journey? There was just something about the energy you brought with you. It made him feel warm and hopeful. You couldn’t explain it yourself either. You just knew you were willing to drop your entire life at a moment’s notice to help him. You felt attached to him after bringing him back from the brink of death on that battlefield, invested in the kind of person he was becoming.
You turn to Sakura, “Will the hospital be okay without me?”
“Yes” she smiles, only a tiny trace of jealousy in her voice. You both nod at each other before you turn to Kakashi. “Do I have permission to leave the village with him?”
Kakashi smiles “Of course, Y/N. You may be just what he needs.”
You go home and pack while Obito waits patiently outside the village gate. He had already wished Sasuke goodbye and was sitting down in the grass, pulling at dandelions while he waited for you.
You reached the edge of town once more and found where he sat, looking down on him, admiring how cute he looked playing with the weeds. The big scary former warlord toying with dandelion fuzz. “So where are we off to?” you ask
Spoken in his signature gravely voice he replies, “I guess we will just wander from village to village. If we hear of any problems, we’ll offer to help.”
“Sounds like a plan.” You say as you hold out your hand offering to help him up. You notice that even though it made more sense for him to pull himself up with his right hand, he chose to use his left. It was a little strange but maybe it’s just that his fabricated right arm didn’t heal as well as the rest of him. You felt a twinge of guilt, thinking that your medical skills weren’t good enough.
You begin to travel through the woods surrounding the Leaf but since you don’t have a mission or a deadline, instead of jumping tree to tree, you simply stroll through the forest at a leisurely pace.
You can tell Obito’s a little apprehensive about talking to you, not wanting to talk about how he’s been spending his recent years. You ask about his childhood instead. He doesn’t seem to want to talk about that too much either.
“Does it hurt to think back to the person you used to be?”
“A little. It makes me realize how lost I became.”
“It also shows who you have the capacity to be.”
He looks at the ground. “You have a frustratingly positive outlook on things, you know that?”
You shrug with a smirk. “What, is that such a bad thing?”
“No, but it’s irritating.”
“My apologies, I’ll practice my cynical ramblings instead.” You say thick with sarcasm.
He snorts with laughter while you give him a small elbow in the side. He seems taken off guard by the physical contact.
“I’m sorry” you apologize. “I didn’t mean to offend you with my touch”
He looks down, seemingly deep in thought, before he returns the gesture with a small jab of his own. Warmth spreads through your limbs as you smile in relief.
The sun is setting on your first day and you offer to build a campfire while he finds some fish to cook. Obito comes back with the fish and lights the fire you just built with his fireball jutsu.
You sit in front of the flames, watching them dance as your supper cooks. Obito sat down on your right hand side far away from you.
“Obito, you can sit closer if you’d like.”
“No thank you.”
“I don’t bite, promise.”
“Why do you want to sit close to someone like me?”
“Well, off the top of my head, because I enjoy your company.” You say with a tiny hint of derision.
“But why?”
“Does there have to be a why?”
“There does when it doesn’t make sense.”
You stand up and sit down close to him. “Because I want to.” you say softly but firmly. “That’s why.”
In truth, you still didn’t know why. You had been thinking about it all day but there was no real answer. You just wanted to be a good friend to him. He needed you.
The two of you continue to travel around the region together. Slowly Obito starts opening up about his recent years.
It meant the world to you that he trusted you enough to talk about the shameful things he did. Sometimes you would touch his shoulder or his forearm to let him know that you weren’t scared of him. You wanted him to know you weren’t going to leave him despite how gruesome some of his deeds were. Occasionally his stories kept you up at night but when you roll over and stare at his restful sleeping face you can’t help but praise him for pulling himself back after falling so far down into the darkness.
One evening you came to camp near a lake. “Obito, not to be rude, but we both stink. I think we should take baths. Why don’t we take advantage of our campsite tonight and rinse off in the lake?”
He nodded but he seemed apprehensive about it for some reason. “I’ll go first," you say, grabbing the bar of soap out of your pack. I’ll come get you when I’m done. He seemed a little relieved but again, you were completely unsure as to why.
You went down to the lake in a spot behind some bushes so that Obito could not see you from the campfire. You lay your dirty and rather stinky clothing on the shore by the towel and bring the bar of soap into the lake with you where you lather it on your skin, focusing on your hair, face, armpits and between your legs. Letting out a sigh of relief as you feel clean for the first time in several days, you step out of the water only to realize you forgot your clean clothes. There’s no way I’m putting those back on. I’ll just wear the towel and change while Obito is bathing.
With that thought you wrap the towel around your naked body and let your wet hair drip down your back. Walking towards the campfire you see Obito’s face immediately blush while there is a small amount of panic written across it.
“Where are your clothes?”
“I forgot to bring a clean pair.” You say with a small shrug. “Here’s the soap. You’re turn”
He takes the bar, looking down, trying to be respectful of your nearly naked figure, Obito felt his blood rush at the sight of your bare clavicle and shoulders. He feels his stomach coil as he admires you out of the corner of his eye. Did you know how beautiful you were? He rushed to gather his towel and clean clothes and head down to the lake to the same spot you had just bathed.
You begin changing, putting on bottoms when you see the soap bar Obito dropped in his haste. Towel covering your chest, you trot over to where Obito is to give him the soap. He had already taken off his shirt when you called his name. He turned towards you and your eyes widened. You had seen him shirtless before when you healed him on the battlefield but adrenaline stopped you from really noticing or caring about what he looked like. Now, under the faint light of dusk you see his toned body. His bulking pecs, lean abdominals, even the outline of his obliques all resting under cream and ivory skin. Your mouth fell open a bit, drool instantly pooling from the very sight of him. His face turned extremely red when he reached out his hand to grab the bar of soap. You didn’t mean to gawk. You turn around, ashamed of your reaction, as you walk back up to the fire.
You ate supper in silence that night. Eventually getting tired of the quiet you clear your throat.
“Obito, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare at you like that. I apologize if I made you uncomfortable.” He continued looking down at his food. He hated the way he looked. Damaged both in body and spirit. What made it worse was that he was starting to have feelings towards you. You were his guardian angel. He wanted to impress you but there was nothing impressive about him. Or so he thought.
That night the temperature dropped lower than usual. Your wet hair was making you shiver and eventually you grew so cold it woke you up. You saw Obito snoozing away on the other side of the campfire. You hated to make him uncomfortable a second time that night but you needed his warmth. You brought your sleeping mat over to where he lay and gently rocked him awake. “Obito, I need to share your body heat. Would you please let me lay with you?”
“Huh?” he says all groggy, barely registering your words.
“My hair is still wet and I’m freezing, could I please lay with you?”
Obito’s heart skipped a few beats in his drowsy state. He nodded, lifting his blanket to let you in. You laid down next to him, serving as the smaller of two spoons. He draped his left arm over you, pulling you into him till your shivering subsided. The intimacy of the moment was everything he’d been wanting since he first laid eyes on you on the battlefield a year ago. You were beautiful, kind, and patient. Everything he was not. Yet here you were, in his arms.
Morning came and you woke to your face buried in Obito’s chest, both his arms wrapped around you, legs tangled together.
Butterflies released in your stomach as the grogginess wore off. You were supposed to be his friend. That’s what he needed right now but you gave into a moment of selfishness and pretended to be asleep just a little longer to stay enveloped in his strong embrace.
You heard him begin to stir as his deep rhythmic breathing became shallow. He pulled his head back to look down on you and you felt him give you a tight squeeze. Could it be that he also didn’t want this moment to end? Still pretending to be asleep you nestle into him deeper. He lets out a happy sigh of content. Suspicions confirmed, you greedily enjoy the morning cuddles for a few more minutes till the heat of the rising sun makes it too hot to remain in each other’s arms.
You stretch and pull away to look at him. “Thank you, Obito. I really needed that. I was so cold last night.”
He blushed heavily. “Anytime Y/N. I can’t have you freezing to death on me.”
You give a small hum in agreement.
You get up and continue your journey. You come across many types of groups over the next several weeks. Some of them are traveling entertainers, some of them are making their way to live in a new village, and many of them are merchants. If they have a broken wheel, you mend it. If they’re lost, you give directions. If they are sick or injured, you heal them. Together, the two of you are simply looking to make the world a little bit better with each interaction.
Almost two months into your journey, you come across a natural hot spring. The smell of sulfur in the air, you breathe deep, excited to feel the spring’s warmth. You ask Obito if he wants to join you for a soak.
“I-uh-I don’t know.” He stammers searching for an answer.
“Come on Obito, it looks so relaxing and my muscles are sore.” You say with a pouty face. “Don’t make me sit here alone.”
He smiles. Why are you so persuasive? “Fine, I’ll join you.” he says gruffly.
You wear only your towel to the spring and fold it neatly at the water’s edge before sinking down, submerging up to your shoulders. You sigh as the hot water hugs your sore body.
Obito tentatively approaches the spring. He gives you an uneasy look. You can tell he’s still uncomfortable about you seeing him with minimal clothing so you reassure him that you won’t look as he enters.
He leaves his towel on the side, next to yours, before stepping in. He sits down on your right side. He’s always to your right and you to his left. He drops down to his shoulders, like you, closing his eyes as he feels the relief of the heat melting his aching muscles.
“Aren’t you glad that I talked you into this?”
He opens one eye, turning his head slightly to look at you with a crooked smile. “You want credit for every idea that pops in your head?”
“Just the good ones” you say, scooting close enough to give him a light jab. He doesn’t mind when you do this anymore however both of you are currently naked and it made him nervous to have you so close to him.
You hear twigs snapping behind you. You both turn around with a start. Obito’s eyes flashed red. You grabbed a hold of his scarred ivory arm out of fright. Your fingers sinking into his bicep, body hidden behind his, momentarily forgetting you were both naked.
“It was an animal.” he says calmly, eyes returning to their usual color.
It takes you a moment to realize you’re safe and should release hold of his arm. As he turns to look at you his cheeks blush deeply. Slightly confused you look down and realize you were pressing your naked body into him when using him as a human shield. You immediately let go and sink back down into the spring. “Sorry” you say looking down at the water.
He turns back around, the way he originally was so that his left side was facing you once more.
“Obito?”
“Yeah?” He says softly, loving how you say his name.
“Why do you always stay on my right?”
He looked embarrassed. “I- I just didn’t want to scare you with my scars.”
“Your scars aren’t frightening. “ you say, turning to face him. “Actually, I rather like them.”
You see the ghost of a smile on his face when you say this.
“They make you look handsome.” You say reaching out for his hand under the water. You find it and give it a quick squeeze. When you go to take your hand back you find he’s still gripping it. You decide to let your hand relax in his hold, spreading your fingers so they intertwine with his own.
The two of you stay that way. Together in the hot spring holding hands till your skin is pruned and you finally suggest setting up camp. He watches as you get out, admiring your wet figure, doing his best not to stare as you bend down and pick up your towel before wrapping it around your chest.
You look down and blush as he gets out and wraps his towel around his waist. When you look back up again you admire how the water runs down between his muscles, a small amount of drool pooling in the corner of your mouth.
This time when he catches you peering at him, he realizes that you’re not looking at him like a freak of nature. Maybe you never had. He notes how your pupils dilate, how your breathing becomes shallow, how your cheeks flush, and how your lips part. He realized that you are attracted to him. But how? How could you enjoy his battered and misshapen body?
With a great deal of self motivation, you rip your eyes away from him to go set up camp. The two of you exchange many glances as you build the fire and heat up dinner. His mind was turning. Had you always looked at him like that? How long had you felt this way? But most confounding, why? What did he do to earn your affection?
You sat across the fire from him tonight, smiling at him as you ate. You wanted to look at his scars in proper lighting. You loved how the light from the flames licked and danced across his face. How the shadows deepened the ridges on his scars. You weren’t lying before. You found his scars erotic. They made his already exceedingly handsome face more rugged, adding character where there was already charm. You wished you could run your fingers along the lines and feel the tough skin under your light touch but you were certain he would never allow it.
After eating you laid your sleeping pads next to each other, closer than usual but still to his left, always remaining on his preferred side. He smiled and wished you good night before turning over. You gazed upon the Uchiha crest on his back, watching his shoulders rise and fall with each breath. Eyes boring into him, barely able to contain your heartbeat as you realized your feelings for him. They were always there but tonight they were undeniable. You didn’t want to be his friend any longer. You wanted to be more and furthermore you were pretty sure he felt the same.
The next morning he woke up before you. His arm had gone numb stretching out over to where you slept, his subconscious yearning to hold your hand. Looking down on your sleeping face, he pet your cheek before beginning to pack so that the two of you could head over to the nearby village once you woke.
Soon after entering the village, you came across a family who owned the local inn and were experiencing a string of robberies. Obito offered his services and decided to stay with them till he caught the thieves. Out of gratitude they offered you a room at their inn. They didn’t have many free rooms so the two of you had to share but that was okay, you had been traveling together for months, you were comfortable together. Obito went to set up his sleeping pad on the floor by the bed before you put your hand on his shoulder to stop him. “Obito, we can share. The bed is plenty big.” He nodded and moved his belongings to the mattress, next to your own before the two of you head back out into town to get to know the area. You decided to go look for a place to eat and saw a small bar that advertised barbeque and sake. You went in. Many people smiled at you both even though you were strangers in their small village.
After you finished eating, a man went up to Obito and asked if he was your husband. When he said no, the man grabbed your hand and escorted you a short distance away. You look back at Obito and watch as girls flocked over to him. You feel deeply jealous as they batted their raven eyelashes at him. Your only consolation is that no matter how many women approached him, he never took his eyes off of you. Unable to resist his gaze any longer, you apologized to the man you were with and headed back over to Obito, cutting between all the women gathered around him. Feeling satisfaction as they grumbled at you. You grab his forearm as you lean into his ear and whisper, “See? None of them are afraid of your scars either.” He gives you a wide grin accepting your point. He sure didn’t see it but clearly you weren’t the only one who liked the way he looked. The difference though, is that he didn’t care how those other girls felt about his appearance, he only cared what your thoughts were.
“Obito?”
“Yes?”
“Can we go take a walk?”
“Of course, Y/N. Anything you want.”
You pay your bill and get up to leave the establishment. Obito holds out his left elbow and you take it, allowing him to lead you around the streets of the village. You wander around for a while, stopping at the town’s center where a large tree tangles its way above the street. You ogle at the intricacy of its many branches and wonder how old it is. You hold onto him tight, not wanting to leave any room for misunderstanding. You want him to know you like him, you don’t want him to look at any other girls. He continues to glance over at you out of the corner of his eye. He smiles, finding it endlessly humorous that you would feel jealous of a couple strangers wanting to talk to him. As the two of you stare up at the tree, you feel his hand drop and wrap around your waist pulling you into him.
Timidly, you wrap your arm around his waist, hand resting on top of hashiraman cells. You hear his breath hitch as you touched him but he allowed you to keep your hand settled there. You leaned your head on his shoulder staring at the old tree as if you were attempting to count its leaves but really all you were thinking about was how warm he was and how you didn’t want this moment to end. It’s just you and him. There is no one else in this world that matters. Your heart starts rising up to your throat. You try swallowing to make it go back down, but it won’t. He gives you a small squeeze as he moves to head back to where your bed was located.
The two of you walk back to the inn arm in arm. You get ready for bed and crawl under the covers. The mattress was plush and soft, leaps and bounds more comfortable than the forest floor. You felt yourself sink as your weight shifted onto it. You sank even further as Obito added his own weight to the bed. You turned on your side to face him. Staring into his eyes while he stared back into yours. The world was still as you silently studied everything about his face. The brown of his irises with specks of red and black, the number of eyelashes along his lids, the stray black hairs peppered into his mostly white chakra-stripped mop, the peaks and valleys of his scars, you could look at him forever. You wanted to reach out and cup his cheek but you knew better.
“Obito?” He loved how you said his name when you asked him questions.
“Yes?”
“You know that I’m here for you, right? As long as you need?”
“And what if I need you for a very long time?”
“Then I will be with you for a very long time.”
“What if I need you the rest of my life?”
“Then I will be by your side for the rest of your life.”
He leans in, his forehead resting against yours. You could feel the electricity between you. Your skin burned where his head touched yours. You licked your lips, craving his, wishing he’d push them against your own. His musk filled your nostrils, overwhelming your senses as his breathing began to sync with your own.
“Obito?” you whisper
“Yes”
“I’d like to kiss you, is that okay?”
Instead of answering he grabs you by the back of your head and pulls you into him. His lips were light as a feather as he gently grazed them against yours. You lean into the kiss pushing into him harder, yearning for him to meet your level of passion. You pull your lower body into his, tangling your legs together. He inhales deeply while kissing you, breathing in your scent. You can feel his hesitation, seemingly conflicted, trying to decide how much of himself to give over to you. You grab one of his hands and squeeze it tight as your lips break apart.
“Obito, we have time. We don’t need to rush into this.”
He licked your taste off of his lips as you spoke. You kissed the tip of his nose before turning away from him. You slid over so that your backside was pressing into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you like he did that one night, two months ago, and held you till you woke the next morning.
You had never slept so well. When morning came you refused to believe you had to leave the bed where you laid in his warm embrace. He stirred around the same time as you and gave your neck a gentle kiss. It left you breathless. You wiggled your behind into him in response. He chuckled low as he pushed his morning wood into your rear. “Mmmm” you hummed as he buried his face in your neck.
You eventually find it in you to get up and get dressed. His soft eyes wander over you as you remove your sleeping clothes. He admired your round behind, your fleshy thighs, your supple breasts, your bare neck, your pouty lips, every part of you was beautiful to him. He lamented as your body disappeared underneath your tactical clothes since today you would be investigating the recent robberies.
Obito stood up to change too. When he took off his sleeping shirt, he caught you biting your lip. He gave a small laugh and you realize he caught you staring. Your cheeks flushed and you smiled walking over to him, hugging him before he had a chance to put his new shirt on. You buried your face in him, tucking your chin down, resting one of your hands on his left pec, while the other wrapped around him. He kissed the top of your head before reaching for a shirt.
“No” you say, lifting your head. “You’re not allowed to wear that.” A wide grin stretching across your face as he blushed.
“You really like the way I look?”
“More than any other man I’ve ever seen.”
“You’re precious.” He says, as he pulls away. You give a small whine of disappointment when he’s finished changing.
Together the two of you make your way to the communal dining area where breakfast was waiting. You talked to the innkeeper to learn more about the robberies. The two of you nod as he tells you the various incidents, two of which resulted in the bandit harming his guests.
Together you search around the inn, looking for potential hiding spots or alternate pathways in and out of the building. You decided to put your investigation on hold till later in the day. Maybe something would become more obvious in the moonlight.
It’s late in the day and you resume the investigation. Obito had stepped out to get food for the two of you while you continued talking to one of the ladies of the inn. Suddenly the shadows around the room began to glitter and move. You grabbed your kunai but you were unsure how to use it against a moving shadow. The dark figures started to move towards the woman you were just talking to. You look up at her and see she wore expensive jewelry around her neck. You leapt in front of her attempting to slice the shadow but it was no use. Your knife did nothing more than cut through air. You were going to need to find the jutsu caster. Your eyes search the room before settling on a man you see through the window. His outline barely in the moonlight. The rogue ninja was hiding in the inn’s courtyard. You open the window and throw a shuriken at him. One of his shadow figures jumps in front of him and takes the blow. The glittering figures seem to solidify and evaporate at will. You tell the woman to run away as you jump through the window towards the man. His shadows try to grab hold of you. Quickly you dodge one, however, the other ensnares your ankle and you fall to the ground. Shit. The man walks up to you, a kunai of his own in hand, when suddenly he screams. The hand that had just been gripping his weapon had a shuriken sticking out of the back of it.
Your eyes dart around the courtyard as you hear a body-less voice snarl, “That was very unwise of you.”
Obito, thank gods!
He steps out into the courtyard of the inn, eyes glowing red. “Attacking her was a grave mistake, you better be ready to kiss this world goodbye.”
The man sends his shadows after Obito but no matter how many he sends, they move through Obito as if he were made of smoke. Fear begins to register on his face as Obito strides towards him completely unhindered.
“What are you?” he asks with a trembling voice beginning to wonder if Obito was a ghost.
“I am Obito Uchiha, carrier of an awakened Mangekyo Sharingan. This is one of my many abilities.” He says gloating as another glittering shadow figure passes through his body.
“But-but your clan is extinct.”
“Not quite. There are two of us left, roaming this earth. You happen to be the lucky guy who ran into one and chose to attack his mate.”
His mate? You think to yourself. Does that mean what I think it does?
Obito grabs the man by the throat, lifting him high into the air and squeezing hard before dropping him on the ground. The man crumbles at Obito’s feet. He stood up on shaking legs as he attempted to run away. Using his fireball jutsu, Obito burns the man’s fleeing body to a crisp, making sure he was good and dead before taking his eyes off of him to turn to you.
You stare at him grateful for his impeccable timing. He approaches you quickly before stopping to analyze every inch of your body, making sure you’re okay despite your constant reassurance. “Obito, I’m fine. He didn’t touch me.”
When he is satisfied with your condition he holds you tight. “I’m so sorry. I’ll never leave you alone again. I promise.”
“It’s okay Obito. I don’t need you guarding me 24/7.”
“It’s not okay, Y/N. You could’ve been.. I could’ve… I can’t lose you.”
Understanding what he means you don’t protest further, you just hug him back. You notify the innkeeper that the source of the robberies has been taken care of and he, along with his guest should be safe. He invites you to stay for the rest of the week as a thank you before the two of you continue with your journey. You oblige, grateful to sleep on a soft mattress for a few more days before heading back on the road.
You see there is a festival taking place in the town square that night and decide to attend. There is plenty of food, dancing, and drinks. You try to coax Obito into dancing but he’d much rather sit back and watch others. One of the other villagers came up and grabbed your hand. She took you to dance with the crowd. Obito watched as you smiled and laughed, twirling around and swaying with the woman under the lanterns. You were magnificent. Everything about you was a ray of sun. Your swollen cheeks as you smile, the redness of your lips as they stretch across your face, the brightness of your eyes as they illuminate with joy, you have become his entire reason for being.
You stumble back to him, laughing and smiling, trying to catch your breath as you absentmindedly sit down next to him on his right.
His body became noticeably stiff. Feeling brave you put your hand on his, “It’s okay, Obito.” He looks away from you. You grab the smooth left side of his face and turn him towards you, looking him dead in the eyes, “Please don’t be ashamed. It brings me happiness to look upon your face, all parts of your face.” He swallows and nods. You smile happily before sinking your body into his right side. You feel his stiff muscles begin to relax as he decides that he is okay with the contact.
When you’ve had your fill of the festivities, you once more walk arm in arm back towards the inn and lay down in bed together. “So, I’m your mate?” you try to say casually.
He pauses, “Sorry, it just came out in the heat of the moment.”
“What if I don’t want it to be in the heat of the moment?”
“What do you mean?” he says, knowing precisely what you mean. He just wants to hear you say it.
“What if I want to be your ‘mate’ officially”
He plays with your hair, looking down on you. “Why would you want something like that?”
“Because,” you say with a smile kissing the palm of his hand. Between each sentence you lay a kiss on his arm, working your way up his neck and cheek. “You are strong. You are passionate. You are loving. You are talented. You are handsome. You are everything I could ever want in this lifetime.”
He pulls you into a hug, “Well if that is what you want, then I am yours.”
You breathe deeply, filled with happiness as you fall asleep in his arms again.
The week has passed and it is now time for the two of you to continue your expedition, looking for new people who may need help. As you left, two small children came up to Obito and gave him a flower which he immediately gave to you. Seeing how soft and gentle he was with the two little girls caused heat to flicker all through your body as you made a realization.
That night, while Obito sat there by the fire with his legs crossed in front of him, you decided to take it upon yourself to sit in his lap facing him. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him slow and deep. Your tongue bullies its way into his mouth to mingle with his and you make soft sweet humming noises as he entertains your kiss.
“What was that for?” he asks, lips finally separating
“That is because I love you, Obito.”
“You love me?”
“Yes, Obito. I love you.” you breathe
“I love you too Y/N”
You beam up at him, smiling as you go to hold his face in your hands. With lightning fast reflexes he catches your wrist before you can grab the right side of his face. He squeezes harder than he means to. You let out a small whimper of pain. He immediately lets go.
“I’m so sorry”
“No, I’m sorry Obito. I wasn’t thinking.”
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opens them again he says, “Go ahead.”
You feel that the wind has been knocked out of you. “Are you sure?”
“Yes”
Gently, you raise your arm to his cheek brushing it with the back of your hand at first. He shudders. You lay your fingers gingerly on top of his skin before brushing your thumb back and forth, feeling the bumps along the damaged tissue. Your heart was swelling as you felt every crevice of his face. Your eyes shifting between his skin and irises, unable to believe what he was allowing you to do.
“If it’s possible, I think I may love you even more now.” You whisper.
You bring your lips to his scarred cheek and give it a light kiss. He turned to you and met your lips with his. He slowly begins undressing you by the warmth of the fire. You begin to do the same to him, passion igniting in both of your hearts. He finally felt at peace with himself, seeing how you worshiped even his darkest parts. Moaning as you lay feverish kisses along his lips, neck, and shoulders, fingers digging into his muscles. He laid you down on your back, shifting between your legs. He pulled his face away from yours, analyzing you, “Are you okay?”
“Just come here and fuck me already.” You pant, pulling him back down by his neck.
