Summary: Your ex tries to break into your house and instead of your brother picking up his phone, a criminal comes to your rescue. The only problem? He take you home with him.
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A/N: Happy Halloween Ladies!
In the world of the supernatural, your brother was the best. He’s better than any other man on the police force. His mind is able to pick up on subtle details that lead to case breakthroughs, his silver hair streaks by as he chases down criminals, and his hands command magic so well that it crackles in his hands. So when your ex tries to break in, he is the first man you call.
However, the phone goes to voicemail three times. So now, you’ve started texting him, letting him know you need him now.
He’s cornered. After 3 years of hunting, Kakashi finally has this man cornered. “You can’t hide anymore Obito.” he calls through the warehouse. Kakashi still hasn’t been able to track down his old friend’s criminal base, but once he learned who his competition is, it was easy enough to ambush him during a heist. That’s when it happens. Kakashi’s phone begins to ring. He sees it’s his sister and smiles, but sends it to voicemail. You’re the light of his life. He loves you and spoils you like you’re still a kid, even though you’re a woman of 24. But you call a second time. He sends it to voicemail again because he needs to focus. Years of detective work went into this arrest. Obito, a friend from high school, is one of the trickiest criminals in the supernatural world. Normal cops can’t handle him. Hell, even the Anbu can barely take him on.
“Now’s not the time” he hums to his phone as you proceed to call yet again. But then you switch tactics. The annoying little sister you are, you send short messages, one after another.
HELP
Need you
NOW
Please 🥺
“You gonna answer that?” Obito taunts from behind the cargo he’s using as a shield.
“It’s nothing.” Kakashi lies. “Come out with your hands up, Obito.”
“It’s Tobi now.” his gruff voice responds “Plus it sounds like you’re busy. Don’t you think you better get that?”
Fucking hell. You keep messaging, so it seems important. Then you call one more time and he caves, lowering his weapon; his eyes remain glued to the corner he knows Obito is hiding behind. “Now’s not a good time, sis.”
“Kakashi! Thank gods! I need you to come here, now.”
“I can’t, I’m in the middle of an arrest.”
“Please, he’s breaking in.”
“Who-” but no sooner has the word left his lips than his cell is swiped from his hand.
“Who’s breaking in, Princess?” The voice that responds is deeper, much deeper than your brother.
“Who are you?”
“Answer the question.”
“My- my ex.”
“I’m on my way.”
“What-” but the call hangs up.
“HEY!” Kakashi’s voice rings out in anger, realizing Obito used his teleportation jutsu to lift his phone out of his hand mid-call. His ears tinge red, a murderous feeling growing in his chest. Obito heads for the door, and Kakashi calls after him, “There’s nowhere to run! This building is surrounded.”
“If she needs me, nothing will stop me from getting to her.”
Suddenly a horrifying truth knocks Kakashi off his feet. Obito’s in love with you. The criminal he’s been chasing for years, wants to be with you. Like hell.
“Stop!”
But Obito’s short-range teleportation takes him to his bike. The engine revs loudly as the tires spin out. The sound of bullet clips emptying on the street signals the desperate panic to incapacitate the criminal lord of the Akatsuki. But instead, Obito uses his teleportation to skip the bike ahead a quarter mile at a time, drastically cutting down on his ETA to your home.
Every supernatural’s magic is different. It takes the form of different natures and different abilities. Sometimes magic can be honed into different jutsus, sometimes it comes with innate gifts such as Obito’s teleportation. If he’s been to places before, he can usually teleport longer distances, but he’s never been to your new apartment. He just knows of it from the intermittent surveillance he’s placed on you.
While his criminal enterprise began in the name of his deceased girlfriend, Obito accidentally formed an attachment to you while digging up dirt on the cop who’s been trying to take him down. He grunts at the name. Fucking Kakashi. Brilliant, talented, popular Kakashi. The name brings up old wounds of being an underdog back in grade school, but not anymore. Tobi has become one of the most powerful supernaturals to ever exist. He’ll never let himself feel like second-tier to Kakashi ever again.
But then there’s you. He had originally intended to abduct you as leverage should Kakshi’s men get too close. But then he backed off that plan as he saw how happy you were living your life like a civilian. You were never meant for hostage exchanges or a criminal life. But now that you need him, he can’t watch from the window anymore. He must step up.
He checks Kakashi’s phone, headed towards your pin, following the location listed on the screen.
“I’m coming, princess.”
The engine revs louder, and he amps up the throttle, pushing his bike to the limit. Once he arrives, his tires screech to a halt. From outside the duplex, he’s looking for the man threatening your safety. When he sees the window smashed through, his stomach drops. Shit, he’s in the house. Without even removing his helmet, he struts up to the door and pulls out Kakashi’s phone again.
Hide for me. I’m coming in.
He sends the message before teleporting to the other side of your door. His boots crunch on glass. In the distance, there’s the sound of the house being turned inside out. When his footfalls head towards that sound, it suddenly stops. He strides up the stairs to your bedroom, where most of the ransacking is taking place.
When he stops in your doorframe he sees your ex. A man, whose body is clearly built with useless decorative muscle, turns, his knife, pointed towards Tobi.
“What, she couldn’t get her cop brother here, so she calls some rando?” Then some degree of madness clicks behind his eyes. “You’re fucking her, aren’t you? That bitch! Of course, she’s whoring around! That’s why she wanted to break up! It all makes sense.”
“Watch your mouth if you wish to live.” His words come out as a low growl
“Ha! What’re you gonna do?”
Clearly, this man knew nothing of the supernatural world his ex lives in. “Tsykiyomi!” Tobi’s eyes glow red as the command comes from his mouth. Now the gym bro that had been trashing your room is on the floor, screaming, while Tobi leaves to search the rest of the house for you.
“Kitten, come out. It’s safe.”
But you know better. It’s not safe. He’s torturing that man. You’re not entirely sure how, but this criminal, the one on the phone, he’s doing something horrible. And even though he’s saving you now, there’s no guarantee that you’re actually safe.
Knowing what’s good for you, you stay hidden in the guest room, deep in the closet.
“Darling, I don’t like to be kept waiting.” His voice rumbles through walls while the wails of your ex pierce their way through.
He waits for your response, but when none comes he says “Fine, I guess I’ll have to find you myself.”
Fuck! What do you do?! Where’s your brother? Not with his phone, that’s where. Your eyes pinch shut in terror as you hear bootfalls enter the guest bedroom of your rental house. Your breathing quickens to the point of hyperventilation. That’s when you hear a chuckle. He heads straight for the closet and opens the door. “There you are, Princess. You’re quite terrible at hiding, you know that?”
You feel faint from horror. He squats down, seeing you tremble on the floor and strokes your cheek with his knuckle.
“Sweet little kitten. Go pack a bag, now.”
“What?!”
“Pack. Now.”
You don’t want to do it, but there’s something about his gravely tone that leaves no room for argument. You haven't even seen this man’s face. His identity is masked behind his biker helmet. You scramble to your room, where you find your boyfriend writhing on the ground. It’s unsettling to watch him foam at the mouth while trapped in some type of genjutsu. You’ve never been particularly talented at the supernatural like your brother, but you’re pretty good at protective jutsus. Your ex was just good at catching you by surprise.
Now you’re tiptoeing around him while you throw clothing and toiletries in a duffel.
“You’ll be staying at my place till the situation with this” he lightly kicks your ex, “is resolved. I’m not leaving you alone to fend for yourself.”
“I’m fine. I could just stay with my brother.”
“Absolutely not. Your brother’s never home.”
“And how would you know?”
“Cause I’m the man he’s been hunting.”
You freeze, remembering all Kakashi’s frustrated calls and late nights. “You- you- you’re-”
“The name’s Tobi. Nice to meet you, Princess.”
“That’s not my name you know.”
“I know, I just like it better. It fits you.”
You purse your lips together and he just laughs.
“Come. I need to leave before the authorities come.”
“I don’t want to go with you.”
“Too bad.”
Tobi releases the tsukiyomi on your ex and simply knocks him out with a different genjutsu. “You’re an exceptionally evil man, aren’t you?”
“I’m only evil when it comes to love. And sorry, darling, you’re the one I want.”
Your eyes widen in fear just as sirens illuminate the horizon. “Time to go.” He chucks you over his shoulder while grabbing your duffel with the other. “What, hey!” He teleports downstairs and pulls your duffle over his head so the strap sits across his chest. “Sit backpack.”
“I’m NOT getting on that thing.”
“It’s not a big deal. You’ll be on it for 5 minutes max.”
“No”
“Heaven's woman.” He slips into your mind and forces you to straddle the bike, resting your thighs against Tobi’s hips and outer legs. Heavens, you’re soft. He tries hard to focus, but knowing he’s between your legs is causing a bit of a distraction. He groans before driving forward into his own portal.
He teleports to the other side of the city. Familiar territory means longer range. Through your panic and the genjutsu placed on you, you still note how warm your kidnapper is. His heat is like a fire against your skin as you grab around his firm torso, gripping his muscles like your life depends on it. Which, in a way, is true.
He teleports two more times till he reaches an abandoned factory. There’s a small garage to the side of it, where he parks his bike, and then he releases the genjutsu. He removes your helmet but not his own to reveal your livid face.
“You crazy animal! You can’t just control me like that!!”
“I can and I will when I have to.” He growls. “If you hadn’t been difficult then I wouldn’t have had to do that and you wouldn’t be yelling at me..”
You look at him with fury.
“Now,” he continues, “our destination is in the back of this factory. Care to come willingly or will I need to coax you again?”
You scoff, “coaxing and manipulating are very different.”
“Not in my book but I see you’ve already given your answer.”
Tobi leans down and grabs you around the thighs, hoisting your body back over his shoulder. “The fuck is wrong with you?! Let me go!” You twist and kick, however, just like on the back of the bike, you feel his strength beneath his clothes. Then there’s his heat radiating off of him, the comfort weakening your efforts.
“Cursing is not very ladylike.” he teases
“Neither is having my ass in the air, but here we are.”
Tobi walks through the adjoining factory all the way to the back. At the end of the building is a door, but strangely, Tobi doesn’t use the door, rather, he presses on the wall next to it. Then, as if with some kind of magic, he’s able to step through.
He walks through and downstairs to some kind of sublevel. Part of you is really starting to regret kinda sorta trusting this man. As he lumbers down, deeper into the earth, your body rigidly sways.
Oh I’m sooo toast. This is where he takes you to chop you up into pieces. You should’ve just tried to hit your ex with a bat. Why did you ask for help and why did you accept it. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
There’s a light behind a curtain at the bottom of the long staircase, and when it approaches, you hear the sound of videogames? That can’t be right.
Sure enough, once Tobi carries you past the curtain, there’s a blonde boy with his hair pulled half up, sitting with a redhead sporting a much shorter haircut. They both look rather pretty for guys, but when they turn to look at you, you quickly look away, trying to hide the fact that you were just staring.
“Hey boss” the blonde says
“What’s with the girl?” the other asks
“I needed leverage.”
“Wait, boss, isn’t she that cop’s sister?”
“Woah, she is!”
Tobi can feel your abdomen tense against his shoulder. “Don’t mind what I’m doing, go back to playing your game before Sasori blows you up.”
The blonde one looks back at the TV and notices that the one called Sasori has taken advantage of the distraction to launch an attack.
“Hey!”
“Suck it loser!”
Tobi ignores them and continues to stride through what seems to be an underground hideout with his helmet still in place. You wonder if he’ll ever take it off or if he’ll only do so after he’s dismembered you. Panic tenses your muscles again to which Tobi jostles you. “Relax, kitten. I’m not gonna hurt you… much.”
You whimper in fear to which he darkly laughs. You’re definitely going to die here.
He walks to what seems to be the other side of the bunker. It makes sense that the torture chamber would be at the furthest end. The longer the distance, the harder the escape.
Once Tobi reaches for the handle, he pushes open the door to a bedroom? He passes through the space and over to a smaller connecting room, where he drops you to the floor. Your knees give out as soon as your feet hit the ground. Instinctively, your hands reach for him, your fingers ripping his shirt while your face accidentally brushes against the crotch of his jeans.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to.” You say, pulling your feet under you and stumbling backwards. Quick as lightning he pulls out handcuffs and closes one around your wrist.
“No!” you squeal, yanking your arm back. However, before you can make out a full sentence, both your arms are hoisted above your head and embraced in metal. In a panic, you try to pull your arms back down, only to realize they’re caught on a hook dangling from the ceiling. Here it begins. Your throat bobs as you swallow your nerves.
“I’m so sorry,” you begin to weep, “I didn’t mean to tear your shirt. I’ll get you a new one! I promise. Just please let me go.”
Your body starts to tremor with fear as your eyes drop to survey the damage you caused. His black shirt is in tatters, but beneath it is taught muscle poking through heavily scarred skin. You start shaking harder. What kind of criminal activity does he do that gave him such heavy scarring on half of his chest?
He comes in close, touching your sides and giving your ribs a short squeeze before he backs up. He stares at you through the tinted visor, his expression indecipherable.
“Princess, relax please.”
“C-could you take off your helmet? You’re scaring me.”
“I worry I’ll scare you more if I do.”
“You’re worried about scaring me? Then why restrain me?”
“Yes, I am and cause I need you still. Now, I’m going to inspect you. I need to verify you don’t have any recording devices or trackers on you.”
A visible chill wracks your body.
“I’ll be gentle.”
He walks out of the room and comes back with a metal detection wand. He kneels at your feet, first taking off your shoes and socks with a strange reverence. He checks them with the wand, taking extra care to inspect the soles. Then he grabs your feet, massaging them, looking for a possible implant. You reflexively kick out at him when he accidentally tickles you.
“Sorry” you say again, wincing as you realize your apologizing to a kidnapper.
Then Tobi removes your pants.
“Wait, wait, wait, wait! What are you doing?!”
“Checking you, as I said.”
“So you’re stripping me naked?!”
“Sorry, kitten. Rules are rules. I’d say I don’t make them up, but actually, that wouldn't be the truth.”
“Oh, so you’re an honest man, now.” you start to roll your eyes but then immediately lock up when he starts to peel down your leggings, revealing your orange thong.
“Nice underwear. I like the color.”
You shiver in response.
Tobi discards your pants to the corner while his hands massage your calves and thighs, searching again for some type of subdermal tracker. While it feels devilishly good, his fingers creep too close to your inner thigh, and you suck in air.
“I’m going to check your glutes now.”
“I don’t have a tracker on me!!”
“Most people who don’t know they have a tracker on them, tend to have it in the fleshier parts of their body. It’s so they notice it less when they’re injected”
“My brother would never!”
“Your brother’s a cop.”
He reaches behind you and kneads your flesh, making you moan ever so slightly. Behind Tobi’s visor, he smirks to himself. His hands then slide up your sides, his wrists catching on the hem of your shirt and lifting it as he feels up your body. He continues to lift your shirt up over your head and catches it on the hook holding your handcuffs in place. He scans your skin, checking your collar, your shoulders, your back, and your neck. At one point, you start to spin as you dangle in your cuffs, causing Tobi to prop his knee between your legs so his hands can remain free to feel every inch of your skin.
Your breath comes in short pants when you feel the friction.
“Hmm, you like that?” he goads
Your face flushes with embarrassment. “No.”
“That’s not what it sounded like to me.”
“Shut up and just finish already.”
“I’m very sorry, dear princess, but I also need to check the underwiring of your bra.” He unclasps it from the back so he can pull it forward. You guess the metal detector doesn’t really work on it since the underwire is made of metal. However, the way your nipples stiffen as the cool air brushes over them while Tobi pulls your bra away from your chest has you squirming on his knee. “Hold still, I’m almost done.”
He doesn’t miss the subtle way you grind on him while he stands so close to you. Something about his touch and his proximity builds an unexplainable desire. You’re ashamed of this revelation. Then just as easily as he unhooked your bra, he puts it back, clasping it behind you as it was before he touched it.
He stands to his full height when he finishes, allowing you to breathe easier.
“Okay, Princess, for this last part I have to do a cavity search.”
“A WHAT?!”
“To ensure you didn’t smuggle anything in.”
“You saw me pack! No! I’m not doing this.” You jerk at your restraints and fuck that hurts.
“Now there’s two ways I can do this. I can place my finger directly in your rectum.”
You twist aggressively, trying to unhook the handcuffs. “Or I can do it vaginally and feel your rectum transvaginally. Whichever one you’re more comfortable with.”
“Oh, whichever one I’m more comfortable with! What a gentleman?!! You’re not sticking your fingers anywhere buddy!”
Tobi starts to roar with laughter. He doubles over, clutching his sides against his torn shirt. Your face turns fuchsia with indignation.
“This isn’t funny!”
Tobi removes his helmet and places it in the crook of his arm, wiping his eyes with one hand and carrying his helmet with the other. Apparently, he’s tickled to tears. The fucking audacity. He walks away towards his bedroom and you see him place it on his dresser before pulling his ruined shirt over his head and tossing it in a trash bin. He strides back into your torture closet with a pair of black latex gloves on his hands and a hungry expression behind the most mesmerizing scarlet eyes you’ve ever seen.
Your breath catches in your throat. Effortlessly, you feel yourself fall into those blood red irises lined with three marks that look like commas, floating around the outside of his pupil. His eyes almost seem to carry a life of their own, dancing as you get lost in their depths. But with the snap of a glove, your eyes blink back to reality, and you suddenly see why he was worried about scaring you with his face. Yes, it’s heavily scarred on one side, just like his chest, but his features are still pleasing. Strong jaw, straight nose, majestic eyes, and a mop of shaggy midnight hair that sticks up from all angles. It’s in that moment you realize that even though his rugged, battle-torn body is intimidating, it’s doing something unforgivable between your legs… right where he’s about to stick his fingers.
“Sorry, I know I’m ugly.”
“No, you’re not.” you blurt out. The fuck is wrong with me?! Why did I just say that?
“Oh? You think I’m pretty?”
“Yes.” the word slips out without permission. Seriously! What is wrong with me?!
His lip pulls up on one side and it’s a good thing you’re dangling from the ceiling because your knees go weak. He returns to his knees, his face level with your now lubricated core. For fuck’s sake…
“I’m going to touch you, now.”
“K” you whisper, suddenly feeling much more compliant.
His hand starts at your pubic bone and travels south towards the apex of your sex before sliding over your clit and along your seam before pushing in. You gasp at the intrusion, his fingers sliding in with ease thanks to a little white fluid that has started to secrete from your folds. His other hand holds flat against your tailbone while the fingers inside of you feel towards the back, running up and down against the wall shared with your rectum. The pressure feels sinfully good even though a distant part of your mind is trying to remind you that you’re a captive.
“Clear.” he says as his fingers retreat. And for some ungodly reason a whimper slips out of you as his hand falls away from your core.
Tobi’s eyes snap up to yours, that earlier hunger now consuming his entire face. “I- I- I-” you stammer out looking for words. Any words. What are words?
“Fuck.” Oh I know that word. Greaaat.
“Did I hear that correctly? Does my kitty wanna fuck?”
“No! No, I didn’t-” but you bite back the rest of the sentence as your teeth sink into your lower lip. Tobi’s own lips press soft kisses against the skin of your thighs. His flesh brushes against your flesh, his breath trailing towards your center.
“Is this where you want me?” He asks, his eyes glinting as he looks up.
You nod your head once.
He opens his mouth and closes it around your clit, his tongue brushing against it languidly. You pull away from him, but that doesn’t stop the man. He just grabs you, one leg at a time, and throws them over each of his shoulders so you are sitting astride him.
Noises of contentment hum from between your thighs as Tobi’s tongue lashes against your lower lips, pointing the muscle and diving in.
A full, whorish moan falls out of your mouth, and you hear him groan at the noise, spurred on in his feast while you start to grind against his face. Not caring if he’s uncomfortable, your hips push against his mouth, chasing more of him. It feels too good to care and too good to stop. You must have been drugged at some point, cause there’s no way you’re letting this happen, right? Or have the events from tonight completely addled your brain to the point you can no longer think coherently?
Your movements get more desperate as you feel the pressure build. You want to move your hand to his hair, but these damn cuffs restrain you in a painful way. You swear your arms have fallen asleep from the extended time you’ve been tethered here, but it doesn’t matter when every fiber between your legs is more alive than it’s ever been. Who knew criminals could eat their way around a pussy? Not you.
Your moans start to ease out more freely, shame dissipating from your mind as pleasure replaces it. “More Tobi.” Your legs squeeze against his head as his teeth nibble on your clit before sucking hard. Fingers slip back inside of you, milking forward this time. He continues to pull at your nerve bundle till you swear you’re going to pee all over his face. Oh shit! Your body begins to convulse as you release. Fluid spurts into Tobi’s mouth, and he moans as he slurps it down. Even after you stop squirting, he continues to lightly lick your center, letting your body ride out the aftershocks.
Delicately, he sets your feet down on the concrete floor before wiping his mouth with his forearm. Your breath comes in heavy pants as you realize you just had the most intense orgasm of your life. His eyes seem to glow with pride, the red shining brighter than before, and then a memory unlocks.
“Your eyes, I’ve heard about people who have eyes like that. My brother’s childhood friend said he could have eyes like yours someday.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, his name was Obito. He was the sweetest boy. It broke my heart when he moved away. He never spoke to us again.” You pause, feeling the sadness of the memory of your brother’s best friend. “I don’t even know if his eyes ever changed.”
Your thoughts are brought back to the present by the way Tobi’s hands trail up your skin before circling around your nipple.
“If you don’t mind, kitten, I’m going to keep you with me for a couple days till your brother is willing to drop the investigation against my crew.”
“W-what?”
“A week at most.”
“A week?!”
“If it helps,” he says, while wrapping your legs around his waist while he grabs your cuffed wrists and drapes them around his neck, “I can keep touching you like this,” he grinds up into you before he turns around and carries you over to his bed. “And I will pleasure you twice a day. Is that okay?” He lays you on the mattress and kisses down the center of your chest, before trailing over to your ribs.
“I- I have work.”
“Work will understand. You were kidnapped afterall.”
He pulls open the front zipper of his jeans and tugs down his briefs. Out of their confines springs his weighty member, leaking at the tip. He rubs himself against your folds, already drenched and ready for more. You squirm below him before he presses his tip in, allowing every inch to sink in. You gasp, feeling your entire body relax below him.
“So what do you say?” His hips begin to thrust fore and aft, attempting to prompt your response. “You agree to my terms?”
“What if I say no?”
“I’ll just have to try harder to convince you.”
“And what does that look like?”
Tobi’s thrusts gain both depth and speed. He bullies up against your cervix, his head punching against it with each stroke.
You begin to pant, feeling that ball in your belly coil again. How is he so good at this?
“And whether you like it or not, kitten, I’m going to track down that ex-boyfriend of yours and scare the shit out of him so thoroughly that his pants will forever be stained and he’ll never so much as dare to look at a photo of you ever again.”
“W-why would you do that for me?” you gasp between strokes, your eyes shut with pleasure.
“Because, Princess, you are actually my queen.”
You laugh uncomfortably. “I’m your what?!”
“My queen. I’ve cared for you from a distance, keeping watch over you to make sure you’re safe. And I so badly wanted to touch you. For years, I waited, but I had to hold back. Now…” his hands wrap around you and pull you close, his nose tucked into the crook of your neck. He drags air through his nostrils and groans once more. “I’ll never get over this smell. You, scared, and sweaty, and horny. You are intoxicating.”
“I don’t understand. For years? How long has my brother been chasing you?”
“He’s been after me for 3, and I fell for you the first day I did recognisance on him.”
You start to tense around him but he continues to roll his hips, forcing you to relax again.
“As a young boy, you were always kind to me. And when I saw how beautiful you grew up to be… it took very little to fall.”
“Do we know each other?”
Your brain shakes, looking for the connection yet, with the unending thrusts, you’re rattled around like a toy. But then you think of his eyes…
“Obito.” you whisper the name like a secret.
“It’s Tobi now. Obito died the day my body got these scars.”
You feel breathless beneath him, your body suddenly putty for him to mold. Your soft and sweet Obito grew up to be this hardened criminal, yet somehow… he’s still the same. If that makes any sense. All you can say with certainty is that you instantly feel safe, and your appetite for his touch has doubled.
“Kiss me.” you whisper.
He doesn’t even pause to register your command. His mouth is on yours in a second. He tastes of cinnamon and campfire with the aftertaste of your fluids. With each movement of his mouth, his hips hammer into yours at a punishing pace, your mind going completely blank, swimming in a puddle of lust and elation. Your cuffed hands possessively scratch at Tobi’s back, marking him as yours because that’s what he is. Every part of you believes he belongs to you.
“Not gonna last much longer, Kitten,” he whispers. “Where do you want it?”
“Where do I want it?”
“Fuck, never mind.” He pulls out, ducking his head out of your arms, and quickly fucks his fist. Hot seed spurts all over your chest, decorating your breasts with his cum. He steps back to look at his handiwork and groans. “Why must you look so gorgeous covered in my jizz?”
Day 7: Any AU
Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Tobi/Uchiha Obito
Characters: Uchiha Obito, Tobi (Naruto)
Additional Tags: Obito Week 2026, Alternate Universe - Orchestra, Violinist Uchiha Obito, Cellist Tobi (Naruto), Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Established Relationship
Series: Part 7 of Obito Week 2026
Summary:
The violin has always been difficult for him to master.
Would...would you write a Tobirama/Obito where a time traveling Obito runs into Tobirama who is very curious about that strange Uchiha who has the Mokuton and may accidentally has let it slip that he is from the future?
AO3
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“May I ask you something?” Tobirama did his best to soundcasual, going so far as to lean his weight against the door in an effort toappear nonchalant, but he wasn’t sure it had the effect he wanted it to. Hejust wasn’t the sort to lean against walls and the man across from him clearlyknew that.
“You’re going to ask whether I want you to or not,” Obitosaid. “Go on. What’s knocking around in your head Tobidrama?”
“I truly wish you would not call me that.”
“No luck, bad nicknames are sort of my thing.” The manshrugged unapologetically and Tobirama told himself that he did not find suchconfidence attractive at all.
He wasn’t very convincing even inside his own head.
“Right. That aside, now that your clan and ours haveofficially made peace I wondered if you might be willing to satisfy a few curiositiesof mine. You are quite the man of mystery and I do so hate an unansweredquestion.” Admitting even that much of himself was a white flag, offering tolet the other man in just slightly, though he wondered if the Uchiha understoodhis subtlety. Obito had yet to strike him as anything close to subtle.
“I’m going to guess you’re asking now while we’re still inNara territory so I feel safer, yes? Neutral ground and all that. I’ll bite.What do you want to know?”
“Whether or not the rumors are true,” Tobirama repliedbluntly. “Until several months ago you were never spotted on the battlefieldand you will excuse my rudeness in pointing out that you have quite a memorableappearance, you would have been remembered. Your chakra feels just a little toosimilar to my brother’s at times and despite looking he’s never been able tofind another who can use the Mokuton. Rumor says that you were not born in thisera but walked through time. I want to know the truth.”
He could tell from the tension in Obito’s shoulders that hewas bracing himself, preparing for any reaction to whatever his answer wouldbe. But it seemed he had noticed Tobirama’s offer of vulnerability after alland decided to offer the same in kind.
“The rumors are true,” he stated simply, visibly amused bythe way Tobirama’s eyes lit up with interest.
“I don’t suppose I could prevail upon you to elaborate?”
Obito considered that, shifting against the chair he’d beenlounging in when Tobirama found him. Though no one seemed to have heard of himuntil several months ago, showing up on the battlefield one day and callingthem all sorts of unflattering things for not being able to figure out peace,he had still somehow managed to worm his way in to Madara's trust enough to bebrought along as part of the peace delegations going on around them. YetTobirama had also noticed that he still spent a significant amount of hisdowntime entirely alone as he was doing now.
So concentrated on studying the man’s face for any hint ofwhat he might be thinking, feeling around the edges of his oddly familiar andworryingly addictive chakra, Tobirama was aware of the minute muscle twitchesof a forming smile almost before they began.
“How about a deal?” the man said. “I know about you and Iknow your proclivities for invention and research. Give me some sort of proofthat this is more than just curiosity for the sake of a new jutsu and I willtell you anything you want to know.”
“A date,” Tobirama blurted, much to both of their surprise.
“I…beg your pardon?”
“When construction of the village begins I would enjoy theopportunity to take you out for an evening. No obligation. If you do not enjoymy attention I will not push but, ah, those are my intentions.” He cleared histhroat and determinedly did not look away, refusing to be embarrassed by hisown desires.
Suddenly the past few weeks of denying how attracted he wasto this man felt wasted as he watched the tiny smile on Obito’s face returnever so slowly. He felt almost like he’d already won something even withouthaving any real answers yet but Tobirama chose not to look in to that feelingtoo closely. There was no use in getting ahead of himself at this stage. Peacehad only just been signed; he could hardly believe he was standing hereflirting with an Uchiha.
Leaning back in his chair, Obito cleared his throat as well,though he seemed to have less control over the color rising on his cheeks. “Aninteresting offer, Senju. We’ll see if you’re still interested when the timecomes.”
“I will be,” Tobirama promised quietly. His mind was alreadymade up. And he had a feeling that there would be no regrets. No matter whatanswers he found in the future ahead of them.
I'll take credit for "making tobi delete" by telling him im going to e-mail vent proof hes stalking and harassing my friends yes thank you youre all welcome
i mean lets hope he doesnt come back this time but he will
