I wrote this for my amazing friend Yuuba for her birthday because she was sad that there wasn't enough smut for her OTP so of course smut is the ultimate birthday present right?! lol For all the Obirin shippers out there I hope you guys love it as much as she did ^^
Rin huffed out a breath of air as she bent down to drop all the cans of paint she was holding. She stood up with a sigh and wiped the sweat dotting her brow. She looked around the messy room and exhaled even longer. It was just a pale white mess with various paint colors streaked across the walls and plastic sheets lying all around the room to protect the wood floors. There was a ladder to help paint the upper walls and a couple of paint rollers in trays. The only thing missing was her boyfriend, Obito.
She stalked out the room and leaned out the door staring down the hall towards the staircase. She desperately just wanted to scream out his name, but she was already in trouble with her neighbors for the ruckus earlier of moving all the furniture, the last thing she needed was an official noise complaint. She didn't want to leave her apartment unattended though to go look for him, but she really needed his help. She frowned, stupid boyfriends never being where you need them most.
Just as she was about to holler his name, despite the neighbors, he appeared at the top of the staircase holding a paper bag. She scowled at his smiling form until he came close enough that she could smell the food emanating from the bag. Her face lit up at the thought of eating and her earlier ire was easily forgotten. All the furniture had been moved to the middle of the room making it impossible to sit around her coffee table without becoming a gymnast to trapeze over the obstacles, leaving the kitchen as their only choice.
They ate in relative silence both of them too starved to bother with conversation. She watched as he stuffed his face full of noodles and noisily slurped them without thought. She giggled when a little bit of food stuck at the side of his mouth. He glanced at her and with a full mouth, "Wah?"
She laughed louder and shook her head, "Nothing, I'm just watching you eat."
He lifted one brow giving her a quizzical look, but he continued to eat without another comment. She finished her food quickly and glanced at him, "Ready to get started?"
Obito looked at her from under his eyelashes as he finished the last bite of his noodles. He only nodded his head before swallowing, "You sure you want to paint the walls? I don't think your landlord will be too happy with the change."
"I'm positive. I'm tired of the bland white. How does white even get that ugly, and besides it doesn't matter so long as I paint it back to that horrendous color when I leave," she smiled at the last part and he grinned in response. She had to look away from him when she realized she had started staring.
He always took her breath away whenever he smiled at her like that, and that look would be just pure sex. He wasn't doing it on purpose she knew that, but there was just always a wicked look in his eyes, and he had a half smile that just promised naughty things to send liquid heat pooling between her thighs. She shook her head; she couldn't get distracted they had a job to do.
She stood up clearing her throat and in turn her mind. Now was not the time to be mentally undressing her boyfriend. Obito had already walked into the living room and she followed after. She stared at all the paint cans lined against the wall. She couldn't decide on a color, and the do it yourself store was having a sale making her give in to impulse and buy at least four different colors. "Have you decided on a color?"
She jumped at his sudden proximity and his breath brushing against her ear and neck. She turned around with a blush blooming on her cheeks and glared at him. "Don't do that! And of course not, you know how indecisive I am."
He chuckled at her outburst and cocked one hip out looking at the room. She took the opportunity to ogle him without fear of him catching her. He was tall and had short spiky black hair. His eyes were dark, nearly black, but she could swear whenever they went out in the sun they were actually red. The shirt he wore was a simple grey T-shirt, one that he wasn't too worried if it got dirty, and the same went for his old jeans that were fading in places and were naturally ripped at the knees from so much use.
He had taken of his shoes and left them in the kitchen leaving him barefoot now. She wasn't sure how he was able to make old jeans and a t-shirt look so good, but he did and she really wanted to see them on her bedroom floor. Damn it, stop.
"You done staring or would you like to get better acquainted?"
She gave him a devilish smile, "If I say yes to the second is that a promise?"
He looked at with surprise and started laughing, "As much as I'd love to take you up on that, I think we have business with some walls."
"I knew it. You always did like my apartment better than me," she crossed her arms over her chest and raised her chin trying to keep a stern/hurt look on her face, and she was pretty sure she was failing by trying not to smile.
He caught on and walked over to embrace her. He kissed her forehead and leaned to whisper in her ear, "I could prove to you how much I prefer you, but then you'd get mad when no work gets done."
She gave him a chaste kiss on the lips and pulled away grinning, "You're right, let's get started."
He scowled but then chuckled following after her. She kneeled in front of all the paints still trying to decide which one she liked best. The blue was light, pretty, and she had read somewhere that it helped with learning so that would be nice. There was also the forest green but she felt like she was leaning closer towards the purple. Then there was the canary yellow which just instantly made her happy. She bit her lip.
She felt a weight hit her head and knew it had to be Obito leaning his arm on her head. He spoke, "Still deciding?"
She pouted her lip, "No. I'm going with purple!"
He snickered at her sudden decision and moved to grab the can. She pulled out a tray and he poured out a large dob of paint. She grabbed a roller and rolled a generous portion onto the brush. She stood up and started painting a section of the wall. She was doing that for about ten minutes before she realized she was the only one painting the walls. She glanced over her shoulder to find Obito staring. "What? Why aren't you helping?"
He smirked, "Just enjoying the view, but I guess my fun is over."
She frowned at that, but he grabbed the second roller and started painting the wall next to her. His reach was longer then hers and before she knew it he started to paint behind her starting where her arm couldn't reach. She leaned back hitting him with her shoulder. That didn't stop him in the least; in fact he bumped into her and even smacked her ass. She gasped and turned around. "What the hell?"
He smiled at her wickedly and showed her his open palm. She glanced at it and then her shorts. There on her left butt-cheek was a purple handprint in the shape of his hand. She glared at him and dipped her hand in the paint, but he was faster than her. He grabbed her hand stopping her from smacking home. She was aiming for his ass so that left her pressed against his body while he held her arm out of contact of its destination.
"You're starting something you don't want to." He said it in a sing songy voice and she wanted to smack him even harder, enough to leave both a purple and red mark. She laughed at the thought and he seemed to think she was laughing at his statement because he grew serious. So much for painting her apartment.
"I'm only finishing what you already started." She grinned mischievously and now it was his turn to frown.
"This means war my good lady."
"War indeed."
With those words they both grabbed a can of paint and started pouring large amounts on several trays. Good thing all of her furniture was covered in plastic because it was about to become a combat zone in here. She dipped her hand in two different color paints and took a fighting stance with her hands out and ready. He took a similar stance and smirked at her, "Only one of us can win."
"Baby, I hope you're ready to sing defeat."
With those words she ran towards him and skidded under his spread legs spun quickly, and smacked him square on the ass leaving a bright yellow hand print, and she was sure a red mark under his jeans. He yelped in surprise and spun around to meet her standing form. She wasn't about to lose her advantage that fast! He tried to reach around her, but she spun out of his hands reach leaving a trail of paint where his hands had touched her. Good thing she didn't care about this shirt.
She grabbed a handful of paint from his tray and threw it towards him, but he was quick to dodge and only some paint got on his arms. He did the same as her grabbing a different tray. She was left with a huge splatter of blue paint on her chest. She grinned at him. Time for a distraction.
She crossed her arms grabbing the hem of her shirt and that stopped him dead in his tracks. Only one thing happened when a girl grabbed her shirt like that. She pulled her arms up and off went her shirt leaving her in only a sports bra. If she had known this was happening she might have worn her sexy lingerie. His face turned bright red and he turned towards the closed door giving her the perfect opportunity. She dipped her hand in the closest tray of paint and smacked him leaving a blue hand print over his heart. He jerked around and frowned at her then grinned wrapping his arms around her waist.
She started wiggling to get out of his grasp but he held strong. She stopped when she realized her struggling was giving him other ideas. That very idea was now pressing firm against his jeans zipper and poking her stomach. She felt her face heat up and looked up at him from under her lashes. He smiled at her and grabbed her ass firmly and let her go holding up his hands. She glanced back to find a set of hands perfectly molded to her shorts.
She huffed out, but gave him a sly smirk. "Something tells me this fight is over."
"Do you admit I won then?" He grinned at her and drew closer, but stopped before reaching her leaving an inch of space between them. The air grew thicker and she found it harder to breathe. She wanted to close the gap between them, but she wanted this to last as long as possible as well. The tension made her grow hot and she loved the feeling.
"I won't dare admit defeat," She kneeled down and quickly dipped her hand in the dark green paint and firmly pressed it against his jeans, right where there was a bulge. He hissed at the sudden contact and didn't dare move. He wasn't sure of her motives quite yet. She began rubbing her hand against his pants smearing the paint creating a large stain, but she forgot about it completely focusing more on the little sounds he made.
"Alright, you won! Stop," he pulled her hand away pulling her up against him, "don't start something you don't intend to finish."
"Who said I didn't plan on finishing?" He stared at her in surprise then gave her a slow grin. He didn't give her enough time to contemplate that face when he threw her over his shoulder.
"Hey!" She slapped his butt and he just laughed as he walked towards her bedroom. Luckily she hadn't moved to painting in there yet and it was still as neat as she kept it. He dropped her making her body glide down his as she went. She wanted to purr at the intimate contact.
He stared at her all playfulness gone from his look replaced with stern look, "Tell me what you want Rin."
She shivered at the sound of his voice; it got deep and raspy when he was aroused, and it send a fire through her bones. She moved his hands just below the hem of her bra. She pressed closer to him, letting his scent flow through her, and pressed her lips against his ear.
"Strip me," she purred into his ear, taking a slow lick along his earlobe, making him shiver under her touch. He grinned wickedly at her lifting her bra as he did. He skimmed his hands slowly along her sides, sending shivers down her spine. She couldn't remember the last time they took their time like this. He threw it to the side leaving her in only her shorts and waiting for more of his caresses. She wanted all he had to offer. He ran his hands down her sides again hooking his thumbs at the hem of her shorts. His hands were rough against her skin and she loved the contrast between soft and hard.
He leaned towards her meeting her waiting lips with his. His lips still tasted like the food they had earlier and the taste she associated with him. The kiss started out slowly until he dragged her closer by her shorts and began grinding his erection into her. She was filled with his taste, sound, and smell and her entire focus was on him. She moaned into his mouth giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue inside. She licked the bottom of his lip and their tongues starting dancing together. She bit his tongue lightly and he groaned pushing into her further.
She lifted one knee hooking it around his hip, feeling his erection right at her core. He moved his hands along her pants skimming his fingers along her hips until he reached the button of her shorts. She was desperate for more skin to skin contact. He undid the button without breaking their kiss and slipped her out of her shorts forcing her to drop her leg. He broke the kiss and leaned down lifting her up again. He lifted her up without any effort and she wrapped her legs around his hooking her ankles together. He turned around pressing her against the wall and the contrast between the cool wall and the heat from his body was driving her crazy. She wondered why he chose to turn around instead of walking the few steps toward the bed.
"Someone is eager," she giggled softly into his mouth, but it quickly turned into a moan when he started kissing down the column of her neck nibbling and licking as he did. His tongue descended down the column of her neck, down her chest, until he reached one of her pert nipples. She gasped loudly when he drew one into his wet mouth sucking, and making her even hotter than before. His free hand went to her other nipple squeezing it between his fingers sending jolts through her.
Rin gripped at his shirt drawing it taut around his chest, emphasizing the muscles and how they flexed as he worked her. He gave a rough thrust against her panties pressing her harder against the wall and setting her on fire as he did. All she could feel was his jean clad erection pressing against her panties all the barrier keeping them apart. She needed more.
She sighed into his neck when he thrust again. She breathed in his masculine scent instantly making her needier for his touch. He was overwhelming her with sensations all around; the friction between their clothes, his tongue and hand at her breast, and his other hand gripping her ass to keep her up. She grabbed his shirt harder frustrated that she was the only one getting naked and the barrier his clothes made. She needed more of his touch.
She voiced her concerns and he chuckled softly. He leaned away from her, and she had to wrap her legs tighter to make sure she didn't fall when he grabbed his shirt drawing it over his head. It was always her favorite thing to see him without a shirt. His abs stood on full display and his dark happy trail led to her favorite destination. She watched his muscles move and flex as he adjusted his position and she practically drooled at the sight. Her boyfriend was very handsome and it took all of her mental control to stay in the moment and not drift to his beauty.
She scored his chest with her nails making him hiss and she admired as the red lines started to form on his skin as she went further down. She loved the small sounds he made when she did, and the marks she was leaving on his skin. She'd dare any woman to try and claim what was rightfully hers. She wanted him to wake up in the morning and see her marks and know exactly who left them. She rubbed her fingers against his happy trail and attempted to reach between them when he grabbed her wrist pining them above her head. She struggled against his hold but he held fast.
"Today is for you." His voice was deeper than usual, and she purred under his attention. He turned away from the wall and walked with her, still holding her wrist, and laid her on the bed, "Are you okay with this?"
She bit her lip and nodded her head feeling heat pool into her panties as she did. The idea of being completely to his mercy thrilled her to no end. She felt him dig around her drawer until he found one of his ties lying amongst her clothes. He tied both her wrist onto the headboard tight enough that she couldn't pull away, but loss enough that she wouldn't lose circulation.
She rubbed her thighs together for some relief when he ran his fingers under the hem of her panties. She threw her head back eager for his touch. He stared at her unmoving until she whimpered in desperation. He started pulling them down slowly leaving her bare to his roaming hands. Obito kneeled at her feet and began kissing along the length of her leg. He pulled her legs apart and ran his tongue along her inner thigh.
She moaned loudly at his touch closing her eyes. She bit her lip preparing to feel him where she needed him most, but she was accompanied by… nothing. She glanced down to see where he was, and he was staring her from between her legs. When she finally made eye contact with him, he opened his mouth and pressed his tongue against her core, forcing her to moan loudly.
Her entire world became him and his ministrations working her towards the edge. He began circling his tongue around her nub and she groaned with all her might pulling against her restraints. She wanted to touch him and return the favor but she was stuck. He drew back and blew were his tongue was, and she squirmed. She needed more.
He pressed one finger against her entrance and she dug her heels into the mattress trying to gain some control. She was beginning to pant under his touch. He pushed his finger inside of her pumping it with the rhythm of his tongue driving her mad. Just as she thought she was going to lose it he joined his first finger with a second, filling her further.
He began sucking on her clit and pumping faster driving her closer and closer towards the edge. She was so close. Just as she was going to reach her climax he pulled away leaving her wither. She groaned loudly in frustration.
"Obito!" She whined thrusting her hips up, and throwing her head back. She pulled against her restraints desperate to force him closer to her, but she was stuck. As she struggled she heard a zipper, and felt a dip on the bed. She opened one eye to find her boyfriend kneeling on the bed pulling his pants further down.
She tried to sit up but her arms kept her against the bed. She wanted to draw closer to him, but she wasn't allowed. She moved her leg instead so that her foot began rubbing against his thigh, and she whimpered trying to draw him closer to her without actually being able to touch him. He watched her with his head upturned from his vantage point and palmed his erection. He began pumping himself as he watched her and she bit her lip.
He knew she enjoyed watching him as he pleased himself, and he was using it against her! He started thrusting his hips matching the pumps of his hands and he pulled her ankle away from his thigh. So, she was distracting him. Good.
She began moaning loudly against the bed throwing her head side to side trying every method she could to make him come to her, but he resisted. She cried out when all else failed, "Obito!"
"Beg," He grunted that one word stopping his fist.
She glared at him but she felt the constant throb between her legs and swallowed her pride, "Obito please. I need you. Touch me. Make me go crazy. Drive us both mad with pleasure, until neither of us can stand to be separated."
He stalked her body hovering over her form and lowered himself onto his elbows pressing his entire length against hers. She adored the sensation of his weight pinning her against the bed, and consuming her world. She wrapped her legs against his waist and pulled him closer to her. She was finally getting to touch him. She moaned at the feeling of his length against her soaking entrance.
He started rubbing himself base to head against her, not quite entering her and only teasing her. She pressed the heel of her foot against his back pulling him closer, barely leaving any space between them. Hopefully he would understand her message because she couldn't articulate into words her wants at the moment. She just knew she had to have him. Now.
He understood her well enough and sat up grabbing her ass, and with one hard thrust entered her fully. She threw her head back in ecstasy as she was finally joined with him becoming one. He gave her a few seconds to adjust to his size and began pumping slowly into her. She groaned with each new invasion, and she was losing it quickly. He was slow at first and leaned down to meet her lips. She pulled on her restraints desperate to run her fingers through his hair. She moaned in frustration, and instead decided to meet his hips thrust for thrust. She was already so close thanks to his earlier ministrations. Rin met each of his thrust with a new fervor of her own. She needed all that he had to give her and more. He began to groan and leaned down resting his hand against the mattress and rested his forehead against hers.
"Obito faster," He answered her and his rhythm became more erratic. He was breathing heavily on top of her and she heard his frantic breathe against her ear. Her own breathing was becoming hectic and she just needed a little more.
"Obito," She groaned loudly and he grunted against her ear. The sounds he made drew her closer and closer to the edge. He leaned down capturing her lips. He assaulted her mouth with his tongue in time with his thrusts and she groaned at the sensation overload. He used his free hand to begin rubbing her clit in circles and that was all she needed to set her over the edge.
She screamed his name as she came; she pulled against her restraints burning her wrists and tightened her legs. He began thrusting faster until he met her over the edge soon after. He filled her completely and they were both losing control. He fell on top of her, and rolled over so he wouldn't crush her with his weight. She giggled and turned, but her arms were still tied, and made it uncomfortable to move around. He saw her struggle and sat up to untie her.
Once Rin's arms were free she wrapped them around his neck pulling him into an embrace. He wrapped one arm around her waist and the other under the pillow. She was tired, well-loved, and all she wanted to do was sleep with her lover in her arms.
"Not so fast. You're still covered in paint." She glanced at him from under her lashes and glared. He chuckled and sat up pulling away from her hold. She protested at the loss of his warmth. He quickly scooped her up before she could interject a complaint, and walked towards the bathroom, "I hope you're ready for round two."
She laughed loudly as he tickled her ribs walking her into the restroom. She would never get tired of her amazing boyfriend, and they showered together as the paint that was still on their skin danced down the drain and the paint in the living room lay forgotten.