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With practiced ease, you filed away the last bits of documents into a nearby folder. Then, you gave a hasty glance at the clock hanging above the door leading inside the office, and jumped up from your seat, your hands already reaching for your stuff.
“Anything else to bring down to the post office?” you called out while slipping into your light jacket. The weather outside was nice and warm; fitting for spring.
Thankfully, Shizune and Iruka both had none. They also had annoying knowing smiles on their faces, like they knew why you were so eager to leave the admin office. Of course they knew, but their shit-eating grins and all-knowing glances only put a slight dent of fleeting annoyance in your good mood.
Because today was date night.
While you skipped out of the room, with the bag slung over your shoulder and a wide smile tugging at your lips, you couldn’t help but think back to the last months of your life—your life with Obito in it. It was a combination you never believed possible, and yet, here you were.
Dating him wasn’t entirely like you expected. At the same time, it was exactly what you believed it to be. Obito showed more and more sights of him the longer your relationship went on. Sights you never believed to ever see from him and never thought you would ever connect to the man, but were also strangely fitting the more you thought about it. Of course, Obito was the type to be into smooth Jazz one day and Screamo-Punkrock the very next. Of course, he liked vanilla ice cream, but with the strange temperature difference of hot raspberry sauce on top. Of course, he loved to touch you all over during makeout sessions, but would be nervous about your hands wandering over his body.
Otherwise, not much had changed. Your talks with him were still exciting as always. Like no man before, Obito truly listened to you and your words. His complete attention was on you when you were talking, and so far, he had never interrupted you or even attempted that. In return, you gave him the same kind of attention, especially to the small signs showing if he was in pain or not.
You quickly learned that there were more good days than the bad. Though, when a bad day came, Obito was on edge. He told you once that every nerve of his injury would scream at him and that strained his mind even more than his body. The constant strain was exhausting, as he also couldn’t get any sleep without heavy medication or even do the simplest tasks. It was all-encompassing, thought-consuming and grisly in its own right. A prisoner of his own body, subjected to its wills and whims without a chance to battle them.
And Obito tried to battle the pain: Light pain-killers, reducing the pain to a weak level and the occasional tug in his limbs, careful exercise and stretching, and cooling packs on his strained joints. And from now on, you swore to yourself, you wanted to help him with that too. It was no coincidence that there were some tabs open on your phone about pain relief for patients with chronic pain. Every day, you wanted to be able to help him a little bit more, and be a crutch for him when he needed it and felt safe enough to actually do so. You also talked about that with Obito, and experienced one of the few delights in the world which made you insanely happy and horny at the same time.
You experienced seeing a full smile from him. The corners of his eyes would crinkle, his lips nearly splitting his face in half at your words. His face would be relaxed and with the slightest sheen of a blush.
It was your favorite smile on him; without a hint of his daily worries, no sign of pain, and not one bit of his doubts, fears and nightmares. For a moment, he seemed young again.
All in all, your relationship with him was going well, except for one tiny, very tiny point of… displeasure, for the lack of a better word. You wanted him, badly so. But… Obito still held out on you, shying away from your touches whenever your hands sneaked beneath his shirt; flinching ever so slightly whenever your fingers would go near his scars; and even ending an especially heavy make-out session on his couch after you dared tug his shirt up and exposing some of his skin.
“Not…” he had stuttered with an adorable blush on his face while frantically tugging his shirt back into place. “Don’t… Please don’t do that.”
“Why not?” You had gestured to your own state, shirt bunched up and exposing your bra-cladded breasts to him. “I want this. I think we’re ready. You want it too. Otherwise, I would seriously ask myself what just pressed against me.”
His blush had intensified, but even with the convincing evidence, the man had shaken his head and ended the make-out-session. Thankfully not the date at that time, and yet, you had spent the rest of the night with an uncomfortable tingling in your lower belly and the remains of your boiling lust prickling right under your skin.
It was frustrating. It was exciting. It was nothing like you ever believed a relationship with your Tobi would be, and in the end, you found your resolve. You would slowly seduce him, if necessary with the meanest, oldest, and cheapest tricks in the book.
Which brought you to today. Tonight. The first date night after you found your resolve. You were armed with your best set of underwear, your love-filled resolve and an iron-proof plan to come out on top.
Or on the bottom. Honestly, at this point, you weren’t picky. You just wanted Obito, anywhere he wanted you.
With a certain spring in your steps, you walked up the last meters to Obito’s office. Thanks to the late hours, only a few students crossed your path, all of them appearing to be on the way out to enjoy the night. A few of these greeted you with a little wave, a smile, or a simple “Hey there!” It was nice, especially in comparison to your job with the hotline. Nice conversations; actual conversations with people face to face, not over a phone call. You greeted them back, still smiling and in a great mood at the near future ahead.
Finally, there was Obito’s office. Then, a single knock in the door, followed quickly by two shorter ones. It only took him a second to respond.
“Come in.”
Without hesitation, you pushed the handle down and entered the room. There he was, sitting behind his desk and looking up from his PC screen just in time to watch you close the door in your back. Obito’s mouth turned into a smile when he saw you, the dark eyes sparkling in appreciation and—you knew by now—love.
“Hey there.” His warm, hoarse voice caressed you like a warm, comfy blanket. “Good to see you.”
“Hey there, too.” His welcome was so familiar by now that your brain had all the time in the world to admire how his V-button shirt revealed just the tiniest bit more of his neck than usual. “Are you ready for date night?”
However, as soon as you asked, Obito’s grin fell, only to be replaced by a weak grimace. “No, sorry Angel. I forgot I had these evaluation reports left and I need to hand them in soon. I will try to get some of them done now to not procrastinate too much.”
“Oh.” A little foil in your plans, but nothing more than that. You were flexible, after all. “Alright. I will just wait for you here, is that okay?”
“Of course!” Honestly, Obito sounded a little bit shocked and positively surprised at your offer. Another smile, just as bright as the first one, then he lowered his head again to peer at the PC screen. Soon enough, the clicking of the keys picked up again and Obito continued where he left off. And you? You decided to kick back for now and enjoy the moment. In one corner of the room, right beside the door, stood a comfy chair. Possibly for a nervous student or another teacher, ready to discuss private matters or more technical terms. Anyway, it was the perfect chair to sit and wait, while looking around and taking in the busy Obito. You slipped out of your jacket, placed your bag on the ground beside you, leaned back and set your eyes on the man.
Working away, typing, pausing, going back and correcting a mistake with a heavy sigh, none of those mattered. You took his sight in with an overflowing, undying thirst. Sure, he didn’t abide to the “normal” beautiful standards any longer. But, you wondered how people could ignore the straight line of his jaw, his clear intelligent eyes, and the way his nose crinkled whenever he thought about something. The small movements, little details, hints of his personality shining through, plus, the scars gave him an roguish aura, hardened by the world and coming out stronger—
How people didn’t notice those obvious qualities, you had no idea. However, maybe you should be a tiny bit thankful for that. After all, you were able to freely appreciate him right now.
“Take a picture, it will last longer.” Obito’s eyes briefly flickered over, before going back to the screen. A small smile pulled at his mouth though, and together with the teasing tone in his voice, you jumped right into the teasing he started.
“I have already taken some pictures, but I like the original motif best.”
“My, you flatter me.”
“Of course.” You waved at him. “How could I not, when you look like that?”
A rough, barking laugh echoed through the room. “You’re joking.”
“I’m not. I love the way you look, Tobi.” Time to amp it up a bit. “I think,” you leaned forward slightly, fully aware his attention was on you and you only, “I think you’re hot as hell.”
Your reward was an embarrassed cough and a quick glance, followed by a blush. Just a sheen for now, but you were satisfied with the start of your plan: Compliment him so much until Obito was flustered.
“You know.” With a casual wink, you leaned forward even more, shoring your arms on your thighs. “I’ve always thought that. From the very first moment I laid my eyes on you. Even your voice… well, don’t get me started.”
Another heavy gulp. Another charged, meaningful glance into your direction. But again, Obito merely glanced, then turned again to his screen, seemingly unaffected. Better ramp up your compliments quickly then.
“Also, I love the way your body feels. Exercising so much really worked out, plus… I love your butt.”
This time, Obito actually choked. Choked and coughed, bending over and trying to hide his shock, while you merely sat in your chair, legs folded and arms still on your thighs. Another blow, another hit…
“Your butt,” you continued, “is a work of art. I would love to see it one day, without it being covered by clothes. Right now, I can only guess from the few feels I got so far, but I love it already. Because it’s a part of you.” Your “hotline operator”-voice softened, turned by the love you laid into every single syllable. This time, you caught Obito’s full attention, and not only for a few seconds. They were long, dragged-out moments, in which your eyes met over the distance of the room.
You could feel the tension in the air; small sparks of electricity, slowly growing and affecting him too. You saw it in the way Obito shifted around in his chair. Maybe even hiding the beginnings of a hard-on? It was a small hope for you. Nothing more, nothing less.
He swallowed, deliberately pulling his hands away from the keyboard and clenching them into tight fists. White knuckles, kneading his own palm like crazy while his eyes were fixed on the surface of his desk. Another sign Obito was on the brink; his jaw was tight, clenching so hard you thought he could break his teeth by the sheer pressure.
Driving Obito crazy with the compliments. Check.
“(Y/N)...”
“Yes?” Ever so innocently, you winked at him. “What’s the matter?”
“Are you trying to seduce me?”
“My, is it working?”
“You know very well that it does.”
Oh my. A shiver wandered down your spine. Maybe unbeknownst to the man himself, his tone changed. Darker, rougher, growling single syllables. Tobi was coming out to play. Gods, how you wanted him to come out.
But for that to happen, you had to push him just a little bit further.
“It does?” Acting mildly surprised came easily to you, but you couldn’t stop another mean smile flashing over your face. Obito saw it, his eyes narrowing. “My, I had no idea. I was just trying to compliment you.”
“The way you compliment me. That’s the problem.”
“Where is the problem though?”
“Your tone,” he breathed out, “the suggestions lying underneath. Your very being today, fuck!” He pushed his chair away from the desk in bottled up frustration and (what you hoped) lust. “Angel—”
His hands rose and covered his face, scrubbing over his skin like he wanted to wash away the emotions. But you wouldn’t let that happen; couldn’t let that happen. You were so close, you could feel it, even faster than you anticipated! Which just showed how much Obito wanted you, despite his resistance.
Gently, you rose from the chair. He didn’t react, either didn’t notice or didn’t want to acknowledge you as you came closer to the desk. You stepped around until you could reach out and cross the distance between the two of you. Your fingers graced the side of his face, tickling the corner of his exposed, scarred jaw just the tiniest bit.
“I don’t care,” you whispered, all the while trying to gauge a reaction from him, “about the scars. You’re beautiful to me, Obito. Beautiful, sexy and gods, I want to ride you into oblivion, want to be fucked silly by you, and I want to make gentle love with you while we laze around in bed. I want all of that and more. Everything I can get from you.” Still soft, you pushed your fingertips between his cheek and palm, prying the hand away from his scars. Your fingers trailed the little ridges and valleys, while embracing his face all the same. Seconds passed, in which Obito didn’t react at all. His blush merely spread further and the muscles of his jaw constricted, fighting for control. Control over himself? Hopefully, said control would shatter sooner or later, preferably sooner.
“Hey, Tobi.” Still ever so gently, you forced him to look at you. Turning his head to you and looking into his eyes, your thumb stroked his cheekbone in short, rhythmic motions. “I love you. All of you. I want everything from you; everything you want to give to me. But I especially want you to fuck my brain out at some point. I've wanted that since the first call, since the moment I heard your voice.”
Obito closed his eyes with a pained groan, but didn’t pull away. “Angel… Fuck. You’re killing me.”
“Not literally, I hope.”
A hoarse, pressed laugh, and one of his hands came to a rest on the curve of your hip. His fingers seemed to burn right through the thin-yet-way-too-thick layers of your clothes. “No, not really. Of course not. But… Angel, you have to understand me here.”
“What do I need to understand?” His hand on your hip squeezed your flesh ever so weakly. Your fingers slipped into his hair, feeling the soft wisps and the stubborn curls, feeling the few scars littering his skin even on his scalp. “Talk to me.”
His answer was as silent as a blossom opening its petals. “I don’t want to scare you away.”
Scare you away? The soft, silly smile on your face only widened. Sometimes, Obito was indeed silly. There was no way you would be scared by anything from him, you were sure of it. “Scared by what?” you asked nevertheless. Better to clear up any possible miscommunication before it even had the chance to build up.
“Scared… by me?”
“That sounds like a question.”
“It is, but it isn’t.”
“What does that mean?”
Another heavy sigh. “I don’t know.” The pressure of his head in your palm intensified. Like an overgrown, lazy cat, Obito started to lean more into your hand. His eyes closed and the tension slowly vanished out of his expression, melting away and morphing into something else. “I… Maybe my body. My behavior during… My entire being.”
“Okay. And why do you think I would be repelled by that?” He was relaxed now, but that wasn’t enough. Still tender, you pulled his head onto your stomach. His forehead hit your covered skin, and he reacted to the small point of connection like a starving man in a banquet full of delicacies. A throaty moan, and he dragged you closer while turning his chair. It took a bit of hustling around, but at the end, you stood between his spread legs, his forehead pressing into your stomach, face downcast and one hand still perched on the crook of your hip. Your own hand was still buried in his hair, your index and middle fingers drawing little circles into his scalp.
“Why do you think I would suddenly pull away?” you asked, voice weak and non-judgemental. Obito needed the security to answer, so you had to provide a safe environment for him to utter his insecurities out loud. If he did, then you would know them for sure and together, you could work on them. “I love you, and I’m in good faith you love me too.”
“I love you, Angel. I love you so much my heart hurts sometimes. Just…” A third sigh, as deep as it was weary. “I’m scared.”
“Of me rejecting you because of your body?”
No answer. Closing your eyes, you waited patiently and listened to the sounds of his body, to his reactions he would display, to the little signs which would tell you the entire story.
Then, the tiniest nod. His forehead ruffled over your shirt, his nose pushed into the small curve of your stomach, and his grip onto your hip tightened. His nod intensified by the second, until he abruptly pushed himself up to look into your eyes with a determined sparkle in his gaze. “I am,” he said, “I indeed am scared of you being disgusted by me. Even though it makes no sense as you said it so many times by now, that you don’t care about my scars. Even… Even love them.”
You didn’t need to answer, just smiled at him in encouragement. “You said it so many times,” he went on, his voice thick and layered by emotions, “so, so many times. And I hear you, love. I hear you. My mind just doesn’t want to accept it that easily, though.”
“Your scars. Alright.” You nodded, still smiling. “But there was also something else, was there?”
“Yes.”
“And…?”
“I can get…” Obito blushed further, the tips of his ears a bright cherry-red. He coughed, opened his mouth and tried again. “I can get… intense.”
Amused, your eyebrows rose. “I know that.”
“Right. You do. But not up close.”
“I want to.”
“But—!”
Quickly, you shushed him with a single index finger to his lips. “Before you say anything, let me remind you that I want to experience you in all your glory. And to make a judgement on your intensity, I need to experience it firsthand first. You’re judging my reaction before I can even react and that’s not fair. Not to me, not to you. Not to us.”
The comparably harsh words were softened by the kiss you pressed to his mouth. A single kiss; nothing more than a short brush over his lips. Then, just to make sure, the one kiss was followed by another one, deliberately placed onto the scarred corner of his mouth.
A low exhale brushed over the side of your face. “You’re right.”
“Of course, I am.” Teasingly, you nipped at his cheek. The short contact made him moan, while the hot skin right beneath your lips was just too good to pass it up. Another nip; quick and loving, before flushing your entire body against him. “In these things,” you whispered into his ear, “I’m mostly right.”
His breath crashed into your neck. Billows of his exhales got caught in the neckline of your shirt, caressed your sternum and collarbones as you moved against him. Maybe your neediness finally broke through your carefully laid out plan, as you couldn’t keep your hands off of him. Fingernails lightly scratched over his scalp as you hungrily laid more kisses onto the scars. Kisses, little bites and more nips, you tasted the thin sheen of sweat off of his skin like there was no tomorrow.
“Fuck,” his raspy groan echoed in your ears, so close it vibrated through your insides, “fuck, fuck, fuck, Angel, Love, you’re—!”
“Sorry.” You paused, bit your lip. Maybe, you were going too fast. “Sorry. I’m trying… Trying to show you how much you mean to me and that I want you.”
“You do?”
Obito’s breathless question sounded beautiful. There was hope, happiness, but also the same raspy undertone you heard so many times now; over the phone and in real life. Lust. Lust for you, for your actions, for your touches.
A simple nod was your answer. Before you knew it, Obito’s mouth crashed into yours. His kiss was sheer, raw hunger. All rough, unrefined, dominant force, yet softening the instant you responded; playfully pulling you in, only to push back the moment he was backed into a corner. His tongue swept over your bottom lip, teasing and hesitating at the same time; still insecure, but going along with your wishes. Your heart melted at his efforts.
“Kitten,” he hissed between breathless kisses, “you’re playing with fire.”
“Am I?” you murmured back. Your arms were clinging to his shoulders, and you were draped all over Obito in his chair. Half sitting, half laying on top of him, your bodies were so close you could feel the insistent bulge pressing into your lower stomach. Gods, that felt good. You rolled your hips into him, your core moving against his hard dick. Both of your moans were quickly swallowed and just as quickly followed up by more frantic kissing.
A growl vibrated in his chest, so deep and loud you could feel it in your own body. “Fuck, kitten. You really want this, huh?”
You nodded wildly, still rubbing yourself against him like a true cat in heat. “Oh yes. Tobi, I want you. I want this so much.”
His hands gripped your hips. Caging, restraining, keeping you still. “You want me.”
“Yes. Please,” you added.
“You want this dick?”
“More than anything.” Your blood was racing through your body, like bright elm’s fire and lightning up your veins and senses. The feel of his shoulders beneath your fingers, his muscles tensing and uncoiling whenever he shifted on his seat, his legs moving between your thighs, all of that kindled the fire of your need for him.
Obito always managed to surprise you. It was part of his nature, so when he suddenly effortlessly pushed out of his chair, and placed your butt on the desk, you gasped out before breaking into a giggle. His arms shifted around, shoving papers, keyboard and lamp out of the way. Something hit the ground, but nothing broke, so maybe some kind of thick folder. It didn’t really matter. What mattered was Obito. His encompassing scent. His hands on your hips, gripping and tugging at your clothes. His wordless growling, rumbling through your very bones and making you feel like goo, melting away at the sheer sex appeal he was oozing.
His fingers nestled on the edge of your shirt. Hastily, you helped him strip the clothes away. When the first signs of the lace criss-crossing over your skin were exposed, you could hear Obito swallow in the tense silence.
“Remember our first call?” you asked as his fingertips brushed over the fabric. “The stockings?”
His dark eyes turned even darker as he nodded.
“This is the belonging bra and panties. I wore them just for you today.” Without thinking, you unbuttoned your pants and revealed the very first beginnings of your underwear. “I thought of them as yours, because I wore them when you called for the first time.”
“Kitten…” Something simmered right beneath the surface of the man. You knew it; could feel the heat and sparkles crackling on your skin. His hand cupped yours; the one holding open the upper rim of the pants. “Kitten, kitten, kitten… You make me want to possess you. Take a day off, tie you to my bed and fuck you over and over. Would you like that?”
The mere imagination made a shiver of want and need run through you. The broken moan said everything, and Obito’s serious expression turned into a lazy, dark grin that spread over his face. “I see. However, I lack the bed and ties right now, so this desk has to do.”
“Yes,” you heard yourself gasp, “yes, please. This desk. I fantasized about it.”
“What a coincidence. Me too.”
“You fucking me over it…”
“Go on.” His hand left yours to tug at your pants. “Tell me more, kitten.”
The fabric slid teasingly and slowly over your thighs. You helped by raising your legs until the pants fell to your knees and Obito merely had to pull them down to your ankles. The entire time, you had to hold your breath as to not die of all the teasing little touches Obito gifted your skin. “In my head, you were… You fucked me. Roughly. From behind.”
His low humming as he went to pull off your shoes encouraged you. “I was holding onto the desk for my dear life. You stretched me to my limits and fucked me hard. I loved every second of that fantasy.”
“Well…” Your shoes fell to the ground, quickly followed by your pants and panties. Obito looked for a second at the articles of clothing like they were more interesting than you leaking onto his desk, before his devilishly hot smile met your eyes. “Then we can work on making that fantasy come true.”
In stark contrast to his dark promise, his hands reached out. Out of instinct, you took them and watched with your heart pounding loudly in your chest how he pulled you closer. Only when his hands drew yours to the buttons of his own button—down shirt, he let go. You understood, not needing a single command.
Your fingers brushed over the crisp, white fabric. Then, you popped the first button open. The second followed. More and more buttons, until the shirt revealed his chest to your curious looks and hands. A little glance upwards, into his eyes and searching for any kind of uneasiness, but there was none. A last, lingering touch down from his shoulder to his chest, then you freed Obito from the shirt. For the first time, you were able to take an unhindered look at his upper body.
The scarring drew an almost straight line down his chest, separating the old injury from the healthy skin. On the right, his skin was of a rosy color, slightly tanned and unmarred. On the left, the paler, rougher skin, proof of the horrible incident, his hard work and determination. For a few moments, you allowed yourself to take the sight in. Studied Obito’s chest and engraved the sight into your memory. His nipples weren’t hard yet, the left one ever so slightly perked up while the right one seemed as pristine as fresh snow in winter. Time to change that.
Deliberately slowly, you leaned in and lapped at his scarred nipple. He shuddered, moaned, moved around, but didn’t stop you. So, you continued, slowly caressing Obito and making sure he knew how much you meant to him. Your tongue circled the sensitive nub, only for your teeth to carefully close around the nipple and tug.
He breathed sharply in. A pause in your motions, waiting for his reaction, but when Obito’s dark eyes met yours, they were burning with desire. Enough of an answer for you. Your tongue continued to flick over his skin, just until you could feel the nipple perk up from all the attention you gave to the small patch of skin. Obito’s breathless groans weren’t too bad either and you smiled to yourself when you switched to the right nipple to repeat the procedure.
His fingers curled around your head, without putting any kind of pressure behind the grip. “Kitten, you’re driving me crazy… Fuck, you’re insatiable, huh?”
“When it comes to you, yes.” Grinning, you raised your head from the interesting task you set yourself. Your fingers tickled over his sides, graced the scars, his ribs, his lower stomach with the beginnings of a hastily shaved happy trail, leading right towards the price. “How could I not? Look at you.”
Before he could recover from the new compliment, your hands sneaked down to his pants. Without any problems, you opened the button of his rough jeans and pulled down the zipper, eager to finally see his dick in all its glory. And eager like a dog, Obito’s dick jumped out of its confines, right into your palm like it belonged there.
Gods, he was thick. Even through the flimsy fabric of his boxers, you could very well estimate the width and length. Sure, his length was just slightly above average, but Obito more than compensated that in thickness. With a low hum vibrating in the back of your throat, you slid your fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. The dick bobbed ever so slightly, only to spring up when the boxers fell away.
Your estimations had been right. Slightly longer than average, thick with nice veins creating ridges and delicious points to suck on—later, you told yourself—leaning to the left and circumcised, with a head as red as Obito’s brightest blush, his dick was a sight to see. Many people would love to have some time with this kind of dick, but in one thing the man was certainly right: his current appearance would scare away the more superficial people.
Well, more of that dick for myself!
Before you could think more about it, you lowered your head to plant a single kiss on the angry-red head of the erection. Obito jumped at the sudden touch, making the dick bob against yours lips once more, what only caused him to inhale sharply again.
“Love, you don’t have to—!”
“But I want to.” Calmly, you looked at the man, while holding onto his dick with both of your hands. “I want to, because this is a part of you. Besides…” Your smile turned mischievous. “I want to know how you taste.”
His face went slack when you said that. For a moment, you believed to have gone too far, but then the curtain over his expressions raised and revealed one of the loveliest blushes you had ever seen. Mixed with the hazy fog over his eyes, speaking of the desire swirling through his veins as well, and his hands—!
His hands suddenly snapped forward. Fingers closed around your upper arms, pushing you onto your back. When you hit the desk, a little exhale left you, quickly followed by a squeal of sheer delight when you felt Obito pressing himself against your body. Naked front to nearly naked front, your legs parted on their own and allowed him to settle down between them. Overbearing, controlling, his eyes dark and promising everything you wanted out of this evening.
His hard dick scraped over your mound. Hot, throbbing, his blood pulsing through the sensitive organ with the beat of his heart. Like an animal in a rut, Obito rubbed himself against you. His groans brushed over your chest, drying the sweat caused by the heat inside of you. Dumb from lust, panting, gritting his teeth. A beautiful sight.
You reached up, buried your fingers in his sweaty hair. Drawing him closer until his forehead bumped against yours, you breathed in his unique scent before you smiled and said: “I’m clean and safe. You?”
It took Obito a few seconds to react. Then, with another low growl, his hands wandered lower, grabbed the outside of your thighs to spread them even wider apart. “Me too.”
Feeling Obito entering you raw. A shudder wrecked through your body. Delicious, wonderful shuddering, tingling right beneath your skin and making you moan. Your legs rose, wrapping loosely around his hips and drawing him closer. So close, his hard dick pressed against your clit almost painfully. The faintest trace of ache, mixing wonderfully with the pleasure.
“Fuck me, then,” you begged, while Obito had closed his eyes, his hands resting on your thighs, “Fuck me and make me yours. I want you, Tobi. Every bit of you. Fuck me.”
Thankfully, Obito didn’t need to be told another time. One hand left your skin to guide his dick into your entrance. Wet as the ocean, slicked up by the rough, intimate, emotional foreplay. The tip of his dick popped inside, and your eyes flew open. A sudden breath rushed out of you as your inner muscles clenched around him. Mouthing the head, an intimate kiss of your lower lips.
Inch for inch, Obito slid into you. His thickness stretched you out, making you arch your hips into his. Eager to accept more of him; all of him. Gods, you wanted all of Obito. His hands on your hips were burning your skin, the grip strong and unrelenting yet soft and tender, soothing the weak flashes of pain instantly.
“Tobi,” you moaned when he was halfway in, “I love you. Please!”
You had no idea what you were begging for. There was only the man above you, his eyes dark and intently set on your face. Though, the tense jaw and the short hisses brushing over your chest gave you hints on what he was thinking.
At your plea, Obito’s mouth raised into a sly smirk. Wisps of his hair hung into his forehead and when he leaned forward to press kisses to your bra-cladded breasts, you couldn’t help but to arch your back.
“So beautiful,” he murmured as another inch sunk into you, “my Angel. Such a beautiful soul.”
“Tobi, please… Please!”
“Sssh. You’re doing wonderful.” Another kiss, pressed to your collarbone. “Doing absolutely amazing.” His lips wandered to the other collarbone, mouthing his way over your skin like he wanted to devour you. You keened; desperate and aching for his touch.
Another inch, and he paused. Paused right when you thought he was fully inside, rocking his hips in shallow waves back and forth. Teasing, playing around, his hands exploring your skin. The fingers drew shapes all over you. Circles on your hips, little triangles on your stomach, spirals up to your breasts. A long look into your eyes, and the hands slipped down your sides. Out of instinct, you brought yourself up and felt his fingers nestle with the bra. Just a few more seconds, then the lace fell away. You shrugged the last article of clothing off, and leaned back onto the desk to enjoy the way Obito’s eyes followed your own hardened nipples.
“You’re perfect,” he breathed, “you’re goddamned perfect, Angel. My love.”
“Obito…” Another shallow rock of his hips, making you breathe in sharply. “Oh gods, I love you.”
His expression softened. “I love you, too.” For another moment, he merely looked at you. Looked and studied your face, eyes flittering around and taking in every detail. Then, with the deviousness of the devil, he bent down low and sucked one of your nipples between his lips. Paying back the earlier treatment, you were sure.
Your heart jumped in your chest. Smiling and moaning, you arched into him, writhing on the desk and enjoying the laps of his tongue against your sensitive flesh. A sharp tongue, the grace of his teeth, more moans from you, and finally, Obito slid fully inside of you. Like he used his ministrations to distract you from the slow torture of being filled.
Automatically, your hands flew up to bury themselves in his dark hair. Your legs locked around his waist, holding him into place. Pelvis to pelvis, him throbbing inside of you and his entire body trembling in badly suppressed need to move.
“Let me,” he breathed against your wet nipple, “let me fuck you. Let me make love to you.”
“Yes.”
“And when we’re done, let me bring you home and tie you up.”
You nearly whined at the image. “Yes!”
“Then,” Obito pulled back, the drag of his dick turning into delicious friction, “I will take my time with you. Taste you, touch you, hear you beg for me. Feel you clench around me. Fuck, Angel.”
Right on cue, your inner muscles clenched as only the head of his dick remained inside of you. He hissed through gritted teeth, his hands kneading your hips in a desperate attempt to stay in control. Still holding onto a small thread of security, still a bit scared, still hiding himself from you.
Thus, you had to break him apart. Break apart alongside him and rebuild each other with care, love and patience. You reached out and cupped his scarred cheek. Warm, sweaty skin right in your palm, and as your thumb started to stroke back and forth over his cheekbone, Obito instantly leaned into your hand, eyes half-lidded and glazed over in bliss.
“I want that,” you breathed, while your thighs started to pull him back into you, “I want all of that. But now, I want you. All of you.”
Obito’s eyes squinted, only to close in weak regret. Yes, he realized that you noticed that he was still holding back. He allowed you to pull you two together once more, allowed your hand to drift downwards over his chest, allowed you to think you had an inkling of control.
Without a warning, his grip on your hips tightened. There was only the margin of a warning before Obito slammed into you, growling as he did so. A small shriek escaped you, quickly overtaken by garbled moans mixed with pleads for more, harder, faster.
The only thought coursing through your head as you arched into his thrusts was: Finally. If not for Obito’s strong grip, his thrusts would’ve sent you off the table already. Like this though, you were pleasantly stuck.
More than that. Deliriously, wonderfully, hot and messily stuck. Obito fucked like a wild animal in a rut. His mouth curled into a wordless growl; eyes intently fixed on your face; his look so intense you almost couldn’t bear to face him. His fingers dug with a tint of pain into your skin, while his hips pistoned in and out, not waiting one bit for you to find pleasure in his movements.
And yet, you did. This side was the Tobi you talked with over the phone. The darker, vicious part, hidden beneath the mask of a nice professor, the friendly guy, good friend. Your Tobi, with hair and skin and teeth; all of him what you wanted and desperately needed.
“Fuck, yes!” You didn’t bother holding back your scream as his dick hit a spot deep inside of you which made you see white stars. Exploding in front of your eyes, taking your breath away, while Obito continued to pound away. A machine, snarling and grunting at the raw force he exhibited.
His thrusts changed. No more full force, instead the mighty roll of his hips crashed into you. The rhythm brought you closer to the glorious peak you were chasing and already way too close to enjoy the ride fully. Your mouth was constantly open, either to babble without making any sense or gasping for air as Obito took your breath away with the magic he worked on you. Like he knew what you wanted, like this wasn’t his first time sleeping with you, like he knew your body already…
One of his hands wandered up, ghosted over your stomach, found your breasts. He squeezed, almost painfully so, but the pain was just right. A puppet tied to his strings, you tried to chase his touch and whined when his hand left you again, only to moan helpless when his mouth followed. Sucking and licking, rolling your nipple around in his mouth, Obito started to rut into you once more. His purpose was clear; the goal already in reach. His hips picked up to a sharp staccato, fucking into you without remorse. The drag of his thickness leaving you was just as good as the seconds he filled you to the brim, wild and unrestrained.
Lust wandered through your entire body. Every point where Obito’s touch graced your skin became a wildfire, spreading over you and consuming your very being in its wake. His mouth was pleasure, his teeth gracing your skin a hint of danger, his fingers digging into your skin a promise. A promise to never let go again, to hold you and take care of you.
“Touch me,” you panted out when Obito just wanted to turn to your other breast, “please, fuck, touch me!”
For a moment, the man didn’t seem to understand. Only when you grabbed one of his hands and led it to your clit, pushing the fingers into the squelching wetness, he got the gist. A wicked smile flashed over his face.
Later on you would think about your prejudice of Obito not being able to multitask. For sure, you had thought to yourself before this, that his single-track mind and determination couldn’t be possibly split up. Well, you learned your lesson and never would doubt his ability to do two tasks at the same time ever again.
Obito kept up his unforgiving, punishing, immeasurable rhythm, all the while his fingers toyed with your overly sensitive clit. Curling just right to apply devilish light pressure, pressing down and drawing sharp, harsh circles around the button, the man seemed to peer directly into your mind to find out what you liked most.
The orgasm crashed into you like a wrecking ball. One moment, you were still climbing, rising upward with the peak quickly approaching, the next a scream ripped itself from your lips as you exploded. You must’ve blacked out for a few seconds, too overwhelmed by the immense warm pleasure washing over you, but the next thing you knew were exactly two things.
One, you felt absolutely, amazingly, wonderfully boneless and fucked out. Obito was still inside you, pumping away and you sluggishly moved your hips to help him reach the peak as well. When he collapsed on top of you, his dick throbbing and filling you with warm cum, you laughed weakly at the hot breaths crashing into your neck.
The second thing you knew for certain was, that you wanted —no, needed— a repetition of this. Some of the best sex you ever had, that was for certain.
“Hey there.” Obito’s rough voice ghosted over your ear shell. He brushed a kiss to the skin right below, then heaved himself up with a soft grunt. “Are you okay?”
He was worrying. Gosh, how cute could he be? “I’m alright. More than alright.”
“Are you hurt?”
“Just in all the right places.” You rolled your hips against him, while his dick softened ever so slowly inside you. “I’m really alright. I loved it.”
Even though Obito threw you a suspicious glance, he accepted your answer. The wet squelching as his dick slipped out of you, followed by the sudden missing of warmth pressed against your front made you shudder. Not for long, though. Obito was instantly there, handing you his shirt to throw over your shoulders.
“Thank you.” A little bit flabbergasted, you watched how he sat down again in his chair only to roll over, tissues in his hands and with a determined look in his eyes. Automatically, you spread your legs when he rolled forward. Gentle fingers probed your entrance, cleaning the evidence of his orgasm. You didn’t ask for it, didn’t even think about it before this very moment. But the fact Obito just did it without a second thought made your heart bloom in all the beautiful colors of adoration and love.
Leaning back on one hand, you watched how he continued to clean you up. Tissue after tissue, face showing his single-minded concentration yet again. Gentle, tender and overbearingly sweet.
“Thank you,” you repeated when Obito rolled back again. He misinterpreted your befuddled look and grimaced, before gesturing at the chair.
“My legs wouldn’t keep up any longer. You got me weak in the knees, love.”
“I see.” That wasn’t the truth and you both knew it, but you let it slide. To be honest, you would let a lot slide if Obito would continue to please you like this at least once per week, but you wouldn’t tell him that.
Your own legs were also pretty weak when you tried to stand up. Instantly, Obito offered you a hand, worry clearly visible in his eyes. With a grateful nod, you took it, but stayed on top of the desk. His fingers closed around yours, warm and secure. All safety and support you would need and want after the intense session in his office…
“Fuck.” You glanced over your shoulder back at the door. “We didn’t lock your office.”
He chuckled. “Fuck, indeed. No worries, no one came in. I think I would’ve noticed. Besides, no one should be around my office at this time… I think.”
Alarmed, you looked at him. “Wasn’t it good for you?”
“No, Angel. Don’t think that. It was…” He paused for a moment, struggled to find the right words. “It was phenomenal. I never… Believed to ever feel like this. For the first time, I think, I could… let go for once.”
Let go from his usual restraints. Let go from all the masks he wore, let go of his inhibitions. You could do that for him. That, and so much more. Without another word needed, you leaned forward and kissed Obito. His lips welcomed you instantly and his hands came up to lay upon the curve of your hips once more.
“I’m still naked,” you laughed as you pulled away, “still naked in your office.”
Obito nodded. The same kind of mischief showing in your voice sparkled in his eyes as you scooted off the desk and right into his lap. The chair creaked under the added weight, but held out. For now.
“And you’re also mostly naked,” you nosed his neck and enjoyed the hitch in his breath way too much to stop, “and my fantasy of you fucking me in your office still isn’t fully fulfilled.”
“Go on…”
“Is riding you in this chair still doable?”
“If we go slow and steady,” Obito grinned; a cheeky, boyish smile full of the same charm you fell for, “and you give me at least five minutes to recover, then I have absolutely nothing to say against that.”
Surprisingly, the chair was sturdy enough for the two of you to fool around for another round. When you rode Obito, your hands on his shoulders and luxuriating in the feeling of his dick throbbing inside of your body, you couldn’t help yourself but smile at him.
“What?” he smiled in between his moans and little hisses of raw pleasure.
“I love you,” you whispered while rolling your hips into him, “I love all of you, Tobi.”
The man paused. Maybe your honest intentions finally shone through your words brightly enough for him to register them. Because when he leaned in to murmur “I love you” against your mouth, it seemed like he believed you, if only a little bit.
You could work with that. It was a start, and at this point, you couldn’t ask for more. Over the next weeks, months, hell, maybe even years, you would show Obito how much you meant to him and that no matter what he looked like, you would love him.
~ X ~
Kakashi wandered down the hallway with a little swing in his step. At this time of the evening, he usually would slave away over some documents for the university, but he successfully pawned all of his paperwork off to Shizune and was free to do what he wanted.
Right now, he wanted to tease Obito a bit and ask to get some drinks. Honestly, his friend had it bad over the last years, and Kakashi freely admitted that he reigned his mean-streak in to not bother his long-life friend and all-time nuisance too much with words which sometimes came out wrong, but since Obito found his little Angel, his mood overall improved again.
Thus, Kakashi felt good enough about teasing his friend relentlessly about it.
Just when he wanted to barge into the office without knocking, he heard something from inside the room. Something which made Kakashi pause, blush, then grin as he pressed his ear against the sturdy wood to catch more of the interesting conversation.
“Fuuuuuck, Angel… You’re so tight.”
“Love you, Tobi, love you…”
“Yeah, just like that!” Something creaked in a rhythm not entirely unknown to Kakashi, dangerously so, but the voices didn’t pause. “Angel, shit! Love, I’m so close!”
“Me too! Just—!”
Intermingling groans, a single deep grunt, and the creaking faded away, only disturbed by the quiet pants of both participants.
Kakashi heard enough. Enough to know that his friend wouldn’t be up for a drink right now. Hell, if he had a girlfriend like that, he would also pull the same stunt and get a little rowdy in his own office. Still grinning, he pulled back from the door and walked back towards the same direction he came from, already thinking about the bar and how lucky Obito was to have found love again.
He deserved it the most after all, the lucky bastard.