Thump, thump, thump.

The heavy bass of the music beat to a staccato rhythm that matched the thump of his heart to perfection. His empty fingers twitched, the muscles pulling taut and stretching the skin until the veins became a prominent warning of his darkening mood. Why had he agreed to this? It never ended well for him...

He took another long pull on his beer, the bitter taste coating his tongue and sliding down his throat to ease the fires that were slowly spreading into every crevice of his soul, soon they would be out of control. An inferno of emotions that could, and would erupt at any moment.

His obsidian eyes blazed with their dark flames, the last of his restraint was hanging by a mere thread and he knew that when it finally snapped his eyes would shine like a crimson beacon in the dimly lit room. With jaw set, Obito watched the masses of writhing bodies.

A sea of flailing limbs that ebbed and flowed like playful waves to the pounding music. There were at least thirty people crowded on the dancefloor but his eyes were fixed on one particular body. He could care less about the young couples that ground just a little too wantonly to be decent. He had no time for the groups of pretty girls that batted their doe-like eyes at the watching males, trying to lure them in like sirens calling to doomed sailors. Nor did he care for the males that lined the edge of the space, sly smirks spread across their smug faces as they whispered likely disgusting comments about the females in their sights.

No – none of that mattered when he could watch you.

Obito had been friends with you longer than he could remember, grown up together and practically inseparable since you were both old enough to walk and talk. The love you shared was obvious, and everyone in your friendship group knew it, but it had changed in the last two years. Now it was not the love of two friends that were bound so tightly that they could be one person, for Obito it had not been enough. He wanted you in a way he had never wanted anyone before.

He had had his fair share of girlfriends, and you had certainly attracted the attention of numerous boys over the years. None of them had been good enough for you, no one ever would be. The times he had spent enduring the company of idiotic boys that did not treat you the way you deserved, all whilst he sat there with teeth clenched and a tight grip on his knee to stop him from reaching out for their damn throats, it seemed never-ending.

There had never been a girl that was able to hold his attention long enough, no one could compare to your wickedly sharp sense of humour, the way you took none of his moody bullshit, forcing him out of his shell and into endless adventures. Obito was unsure how different he would be today if it had not been for your influence in his life.

Would he be pursuing his career in law?

Would he have joined the college swim team?

Would he ever have had the nerve to stick his head above the parapet, refusing to accept things that were ethically wrong and actively seeking to make a difference?

Now at twenty-two respectively, your friendship had become strained. No longer could he stand by the wayside as men attempted to woo you, the ever constant shoulder to cry on when things did not work out as he had known they wouldn't. It hurt too much. Each new face that he was introduced to was simply another blade to his heart, and there soon would be no space left for another.

He knew that you felt it too – felt him pulling away. Texts went longer between replies, unanswered calls that were never returned and social events that were declined so he did not have to suffer in your presence. Obito was withdrawing into himself, locking himself away in order to protect his heart, or what was left of it.

It had been two weeks since he had last seen you, and the changes were certainly drastic. Your natural hair colour was now a striking silver colour, the spotlights of the club caught it beautifully and it made many a head turn to admire the colour. Obito was certain you had lost at least ten pounds, and your outfit on this particular night was far too indecent for public display.

You wore a sleeveless midnight velvet dress that wrapped around your slender throat, exposing the entire length of your back and highlighting the fact that you were not wearing a bra. When you threw your hands in the air, he could see the barest glimpse of the side of your breasts and he cursed. The skirt of the dress clung to your thighs and butt and it would have been too much for the Uchiha if it had not been for the semi-sheer chiffon panels that fell down to almost touching the floor, hiding the bare skin from sight and making it at least a bit more acceptable. Along with the chunky silver heels on your feet, you looked like a fucking goddess, and it seemed like you knew it.

Obito frowned, he was unsure about these changes and he most certainly disapproved of you losing weight, it was absolutely not necessary. He longed for the old y/n, the girl that would complain that her feet were far too delicate to wear heels, and preferred to sit in a booth with him to chat rather than indulging in dancing for hours. You looked just as drop-dead gorgeous in simple jeans and baggy shirts, although he couldn't help but appreciate the effort you had clearly gone to this evening.

He was hypnotised by the rolling of your hips as you writhed against Kurenai's lithe body, his eyes zeroed in on the placement of your hands as they stuck like glue around her lower back. A giggle bubbled from your lips, and he wondered what conversation could possibly be made over the din blaring incessantly.

Did you realise how intently he was watching you?

A deep grunt of irritation made Obito's eyes snap to the side. Kakashi and Gai wore matching expressions of profound exasperation. The Uchiha knew that y/n had roped these two idiots into ensuring that he came along this evening, and he didn't know if he should feel grateful or betrayed.

His silver haired friend tipped his drink forward as he gestured with his head towards you, "why don't you go dance with her?" he asked barely audible over the music.

Obito scoffed and drained the last of his beer, his first and only one of the night. He could not afford to succumb to his swelling emotions, and alcohol would only serve in loosening his tongue and ruining everything past the point of reconciliation.

"And why would I do that?"

Kakashi turned to Gai, and the pair exchanged a silent conversation that consisted of shoulders being shrugged and eyes shifting to and fro. Obito had already refocused on y/n, who looked away suddenly as if you had been caught doing something you shouldn't have.

Had you been watching him?

~.~

You were a nervous fucking wreck.

Nothing seemed to be going to plan, and you were running out of ideas to turn the tides. Perhaps this had not been the foolproof plan you had assumed it would be. Obito seemed worse than ever, and it crushed your soul to bear witness to his misery.

Your fingers combed through your newly coloured hair, still finding it strange to see the shimmering silver colour as you played with the locks and tried desperately not to drown in your anxiety. Kurenai eyed you with concern, a small frown forming on her brow as she tugged you more forcefully into the dance.

It was hard to watch as your best friend in the whole damn world pulled away from you, turning his back and effectively slamming the door on decades of friendships. You didn't understand what had changed, had you done something wrong? Did he not like you anymore?

The constant worry that gnawed at you day and night had affected your appetite, resulting in you losing weight and sadly not from your butt.

Obito Uchiha was the best person you knew, he was everything to you – the sun and the moon. He was kind, passionate, darkly funny and so compassionate that it seemed improbable. Obito always spoke about how you had forced him out into the big bad world, but in truth, you had held hands and brokered that adventure together. Without him, nothing would be as it was today.

The easy smile that he had always wore when around you had slowly morphed into a frown of displeasure. No longer did he seek out your company, no more innocuous texts to find out your opinion of the latest movie or book. The Uchiha was actively avoiding you, and enough was enough.

You rubbed absently at your chest, directly over your heart. You refused to admit that your friendship had ceased being enough for you, unrequited love was not on the cards and you did not wish to be pitied by your friends. Instead, you pushed the feelings aside, jumping willingly into the arms of any man that showed you the affection you craved. It was downright stupid, and you knew that, but for brief moments it didn't hurt quite so much.

It was hard to drag your gaze away from him.

He looked so handsome, as he always did. Sat stiffly with Kakashi and Gai a good distance away in a booth that they had procured earlier in the night. His dark hair was tousled in a windswept manner, and how you longed to run your fingers through that hair until you scratched at his scalp. You imagined how soft it would feel under your touch, how he might groan if you were to tug, and that had you biting your lip in want.

His skin was sun-kissed and smooth except for the lines of small scars that marked the side of his mouth from a childhood accident. An accident you had witnessed, and would never forget. The blood-curdling scream of your young voice filled your mind instantly as you tried to shake the image away, not wishing to sully the moment. Those scars did nothing to detract from his good looks, in fact, they made him look mysterious and you always noticed how they would tug whenever his lazy lopsided grin would spread across his lips.

Obito was more than a foot taller than you, with broad shoulders and a swimmer's toned body – well, it was only fitting since he did indeed swim like a damned fish. The khaki coloured v-neck top he wore stretched taut over his upper half, biceps rippling every time he lifted the bottle of beer to his mouth and your thighs pressed together unbidden.

His eyes swept to your own and you looked away suddenly, feeling like you had been caught with your whole hand in the cookie jar. Kurenai smiled mischievously, pulling your hands to spin you around until your back was pressed to her front. You swore there was a flare of red that illuminated for the briefest second, but it couldn't have, could it?

You were more than aware of Obito's weird family condition, how his eyes would turn crimson when he experienced profound emotions. It was rare to witness, and the only other time you remembered was when he had been so angry at one of your ex-boyfriends who had cheated on you, that he almost tore the poor boy apart with his bare hands.

The shiver rushed up your spine at the memory, the absolute feral rage that had contorted his face until he was almost unrecognisable. It had been the turning point for you, the savagery he displayed in protecting your honour spoke to a deep part of you that wished to be cared for and loved unconditionally.

You were so wrapped up in reliving that memory that you didn't notice the change until it was far too late. Images of Obito's snarling face as he pressed the cheating bastard up against the wall, the restraint in his free hand that was curled and ready to strike him repeatedly whilst you watched on in fear, but not fear of Obito – fear of the feelings that were rushing to the surface.

It wasn't until the hand at your waist dipped just that bit lower that you realised something was wrong. Kurenai's hand shouldn't be that large, and she certainly wouldn't have flexed her fingers into the velvet fabric of your dress until it raised the hem higher.

Your head swung wildly to the side to look over your shoulder, and your terrified eyes came to find the tall frame of Kakashi Hatake at your back. He smiled, catlike and coy whilst his eyes twinkled with mirth.

When the fuck had he moved?

Leaning down, a hand lifted to brush the hair from your ear and you felt his lips grazing your skin as he spoke, "when are the two of you going to admit it, huh?"

You frowned, confused by his question and the cold prickle at your scalp. You had halted your slow dance, but Kakashi tugged on your hips to resume the rhythm you had previously kept as he waited patiently for an answer.

"Admit what?"

The silver haired man that had been your friend for years, rolled his eyes and gestured with his head towards the booth that now Kurenai, Gai and Obito sat at. The Uchiha had a death grip on the empty bottle of beer in his hand, and for one second you worried he would explode the glass. Your eyes lifted to his face to find onyx eyes that were fighting the creep of scarlet that tried to emerge, his brow was drawn low and his mouth was set in a fixed angry line.

"You two clearly want each other, why deny it?" the Hatake spoke again in your ear, and the hairs on your arms raised at the clear accusation. Worry began to unfurl in your stomach, you knew more than most of the deep rivalry that ran deep between Obito and Kakashi. At the heart of it was brotherly love, but that did not mean that these two idiots had not caused each other a healthy dose of pain and humiliation over the years.

To be held in the arms of Kakashi at a moment like this was akin to a death wish for the silver haired male, yet he seemed to revel in that knowledge. His grip on your hip tightened as his other hand spread across the flat of your stomach. Your feet felt leaden but he rocked you into a natural rhythm that would most definitely look explicit to onlookers.

"Just look at him, if he isn't planning my murder right this second then I am a horse's ass!" he continued unabashedly.

The sassy retort flew from your mouth before you could think better of it, "you are a horse's ass Kakashi! I fail to see how this is going to help the situation, you stupid fucker!"

Your eyes never left Obito's, he was staring fixedly at you as if he could see into your very soul. Your breathing was becoming laboured as your felt yourself wilt under the intense gaze, lashes lowering as you blinked much too rapidly.

"Oh my, is it me or Obito that has caused the change in you, y/n? I can feel your heartbeat in my body, and the heat coming off you could melt steel…" he cooed as a new song started that was at a slower pace. Kakashi forced your hips to grind against his front, and a whine left your lips before you could stop it.

"Seeing as I am about to get a pretty savage punch to the face, I'd like you to make it worth my while. I swear to all that is holy, if you hook your arms around my neck right now, the stupid Uchiha that will be here in seconds will worship at your feet by the end of the night," he whispered.

You were so focused on Obito, who was now on his feet and walking towards you both with crackling embers in his eyes that you only took in half of the request. Something primal obeyed Kakashi's demand, your arms lifted to wrap around his neck, fingers stroking at the silky silver strands absently.

Obito faltered for a second.

A tic worked his stubbled jaw before his gait increased and as you blinked and reopened your eyes, he was there. His intoxicating scent filled your head instantly, that musky aroma laced with smouldering wood that always reminded you of childhood camping trips.

His hand shot out, and for a second you were sure it was to knock Kakashi's teeth out of his smug head, but at the last moment, the hand diverted and curled around the back of your head. Obito tugged forcefully until you were ripped from the Hatake's arms and into the chest of the Uchiha.

Your own hands unwound from Kakashi's neck and braced upon Obito's strong chest as you fought for every breath to leave your lips. He had lost the fight to control the colour of his eyes, carmine irises burned into the face of his friend and rival, almost begging him to fight him over you. Seconds felt like hours as the silent tension crackled above your heads, finally, the Hatake backed down. With his hands raised in surrender, he offered both of you a crooked smile before he dug his hands deep into his pockets and sauntered back to the booth by the wall.

A thick finger hooked under your chin, tipping your head back to look into his eyes that continued to pulse with unadulterated emotion.

"We need to talk, y/n."

His voice was rough as it always was, but there was a different edge to his tone and it had you shivering all over again. He felt it, Obito cocked his head as you shook in his hold. His eyebrows lifted, close to disappearing into his hairline and you could feel him starting to retreat, he was mistaking your swarming lust for fear and you refused to allow it.

With a swiftness you had never previously owned, your arms anchored around his neck and your lips pressed against his own. The shock of it made him pause, but only for the briefest of moments until he roared to life once more. His mammoth hands crushed you to him, eliminating all space between your bodies, and swept you into the most heated kiss of your life.

~.~

Obito had clearly died and gone to heaven. He had obviously tripped on his way towards you, cracked his head on the polished floor and now here he was in his own personal heaven kissing you like he always imagined.

The raging fury that had pounded in his ears dulled to be replaced with an explosion of desire. It swept through his veins, scorching his nerve endings and leaving nothing but char and ash in its wake. Not even the thought of pounding Kakashi's stupid fucking face into the dirt could top this feeling as he held you close.

Mine. Mine! MINE!

The chant reverberated inside his skull as he let himself drown in the feel of your mouth. Your lips were plush and tasted of your favourite mint chapstick, his tongue lazily stroked the plump lower lip as he asked with forced politeness to be invited inside. Before he could slide into your wet cavern, desperate to explore every crevice and make it his, you pulled away.

Obito growled, low and deadly in its intensity.

He was more than displeased, he was downright outraged at your audacity to deny him what should have always been his. The Uchiha was a feminist through and through, knew that you and all women were not mere objects to be owned by men or anyone for that matter, but it didn't stop the animalistic instinct that thrashed and roared like a caged lion. He wanted to own your body and soul, but he equally wanted you to own him. If he were honest, you had owned him for years.

He watched as you slid down his body, he hadn't even realised that he had pulled you off your feet as you kissed. Watched as your hands fell from around his neck, missing their presence instantly, and stared at the fingers that touched your kiss swollen lips.

Your eyes burned with desire, so why had you pulled back? And then he saw it, that flicker of impish behaviour that he knew so well. You were playing with him, and you had no idea how foolish a move that was right now. Toying with him like a cat toys with a cornered mouse – well this mouse held no fear and was about to prove it.

The loud whoops and hollers filtered to the Uchiha's ears, he didn't need to turn to know that your friends were overjoyed to bear witness to your first kiss. A cute little blush was blooming to life on your cheeks, pearly whites sinking into your lower lip and one foot twisting in embarrassment. Obito was about to make it oh so much worse, and he smiled a truly deviant grin that caught your attention with ease as he swooped down.

~.~

This was a nightclub, you didn't indulge in public displays of attention, ever – let alone for your very first kiss with Obito Uchiha. Yet, you didn't regret it for one single second, just wished it hadn't been ogled by everyone in the damn club. Your embarrassment served to douse the flames of desire a little, but one look at the wicked smile that lit upon Obito's face, and you blanched.

One second you were staring up at the man that you had spent so long yearning for, and the next you were upside down staring at his sexy ass as he walked you from the club. The barbarian had lifted you like a fucking sack of potatoes, slung you over his shoulder like you were the spoils of war.

His strong palm curled around your thighs, pushing aside the chiffon panels until he was directly touching your flesh, and that first connection made heat pool indecently between your legs. You whimpered knowing that when he finally touched you where you wanted him most, he would find it soaking and you could already imagine the smirk that would plaster his face.

A lacklustre war broke out in your head, on the one hand, you definitely did not wish to be manhandled in this way. Every bratty instinct provoking you to kick your feet, to thump your tiny fists against his back and rail at him to put you down. However, if you did that, would he take that as a rejection? Your want for this man was reaching a crescendo, if he were to back down now you would be left a puddle of sexual frustration, and it would likely end your friendship for good.

In the end, it didn't truly matter.

By the time your brain had processed the last few moments, you were already outside feeling the crash of the cool autumn air on your exposed skin. You had to reassure the two bouncers that this was 'all fine' as they moved to block the Uchiha's path. His rumbling chest was warning enough to keep a safe distance, and all attempts to engage him in conversation went unnoticed until you arrived at the door of his apartment.

Obito carefully lowered you to your feet in front of his door. His hands lifted to cage your body against the black wood, you could feel his arousal press to your stomach. You gasped as one hand moved, not knowing where it might go until he dug it deep into his pocket to fish out his keys. He chuckled in your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin.

"Feeling jumpy, y/n?"

Defiantly, you shook your head and raised your chin as you waited for him to unlock the door. As soon as the key turned in the lock you pulled the handle and strode inside, reminding yourself of a place you had visited more times than you could count. It felt different somehow, although nothing had changed.

The door closed softly behind you, turning you gazed at Obito was leaning back against the door, watching you like a predator watches its prey. His midnight eyes scoured you from head to toe, and a mean sneer graced his face.

"Tell me, who were you trying to impress tonight with this new look?" he hissed through his teeth.

You planted your hands on your hips, ready for the verbal onslaught that you knew was coming. Obito could never hold his damn tongue, and you knew he was mad at you. Two can play this game… you thought, eyes narrowing.

"Anyone with the balls to go after what they want."

Two quick strides and he was in your face, finger hooked under your chin as carmine orbs blazed their outrage at your sharp tongue.

"Don't give it out if you can't take it Uchiha," you purred, rolling his family name until it sounded lewd in your mouth.

His eyes softened, those beautiful dark lashes lowering as his thumb moved to stroke your lower lip. You lapped at the digit, eliciting a soft groan from the towering male.

"Sorry… I –,"

You cut him off with another kiss. Where had this forthright behaviour come from? Sure, you were hardly a wilting wallflower, but you didn't normally initiate as often as this. Obito was quick to respond, those large palms rubbing up the sides of your dress until the hem almost had your ass uncovered.

Winding your fingers through his silken hair, nails raking into the scalp as you had longed to do, and he groaned just as you had known he would. You were hoovering on your tiptoes, and even with him stooping, the height difference was substantial. When his hands found your naked back, those calloused fingers stroked with vigour and sent rippling pleasure to coil in your stomach.

"Obi…" you whined, tugging on his lip with your teeth. You felt the impatience moments before the sound of ripping fabric rent the air. The fucker had literally ripped the chiffon panels from your dress, they fluttered to the floor as his hands cupped your ass aggressively.

"Jump."

You obeyed the command without a second's hesitation, winding your legs around his waist as he took your entire weight like it was nothing. He was walking with purpose towards his bedroom, lips locked in desperate kisses and you prayed he didn't fall over something.

He pulled back to kiss along your jawline, peppering your skin with bruising kisses that had you moaning and arching your back. His hands palmed your round cheeks, massaging the flesh as you ground your slick centre against the straining erection you could feel through his pants.

"I don't like that you've lost weight, y/n, but we can talk about that later," he whispered in your ear seconds before his teeth tugged on your lobe. You huffed your irritation, but you bit your tongue. You could spit your venom at him later after the worst itch of your entire life had been scratched.

Obito sat on the edge of his bed, cradling you on his lap and it simply wasn't enough. You pushed at his chest, using every ounce of force to make him lay back. Your hurried fingers sunk to the hem of his top, lifting it to uncover his rippling abs. Licking your lips like a satisfied cat you dove down to ravish his skin, teeth nipping and sucking small bruises, marking him as yours.

The top disappeared into a darkened corner as you traced every line of definition, stopping to pay careful attention to his dark nipples. Obito sucked in a breath and raised his head to watch as your tongue flickered out to tease each bud in turn.

You sat back to admire your handiwork, Obito looked perfect below you. Cheeks flushed, eyes fluttering shut as his hands sought out your hips, desperate to touch you wherever he could reach. Toned chest rising and falling, a smattering of small bruises already forming from your possessive mouth.

"So pretty, Obito."

He growled at your murmured words, eyes flashing in warning as his fist grabbed at the fabric covering your chest. His thick fingers curled menacingly around the material and yanked. You felt the fabric protest as it lay nestled around your neck, but Obito was far stronger and it gave way easily enough.

Your breasts were now exposed to his hungry gaze, hands lifted to cover your modesty but he was quick to grab at those hands and force them behind your back as he sat upon the mattress. His hot mouth planted scorching kisses to your mounds, lavishing attention everywhere but where you wanted it most. He made a dance of kissing and licking towards your nipples to dart away at the last second, and it was making you crazy with need.

Slowly, he released your captured hands which found their rightful place deep in his hair. You pressed Obito firmly into your achingly needy tits, making your intention clear. He smiled against your slick skin, eyes tipping up to meet your gaze as he took your nipple into his mouth. That first pulling suck damn near broke you, every touch was mirrored between your legs and your thighs squeezed the Uchiha's hips as you sought out more friction.

Obito worshipped your breasts, cooing sweet nothings as his lips, tongue and teeth forced you closer and closer to the edge. One hand stroked down the rippling mass of muscles in his back, nails raking his golden skin until he hissed.

"I thought you wanted to talk," you asked through your lust hazed mind. Obito stilled, releasing your tortured peak with an audible 'pop' that sounded nothing other than utterly sinful in the hushed room.

"We can talk, or I can take care of this first…" he growled, a hand slipping under your dress and inching towards your soaked centre. A shudder passed up his spine as he felt your wetness, shocked eyes blinked wide before a slow smile spread over his face.

"Tell me, y/n. Who made you this fucking wet? Was it Kakashi, or was it me?"

Your head turned away, refusing to meet his eye and he punished you for it. Eager fingers slipped your ruined panties to the side and ran the length of your slit – back and forth went his knuckles as he waited.

"Fucking hell, Obi! You know damn well who caused this," you mewled, rocking yourself into his touch, desperate for his fingers to sink deeper into your folds and bring on your orgasm that was sitting so close, yet still so far.

His free hand tightened on your hip, fixing you in place as he gestured with his chin for you to look at him. "Answer me," he demanded flatly.

"You! You are the reason that my panties are ruined, you are the reason that I am so damn close to cumming that I can practically taste it." you thundered in response, but you weren't finished there.

"You are always the reason. The reason I dyed my hair, the reason I lost weight, the fucking reason that I dressed like a whore tonight! I thought – I thought you had stopped liking me, and it hurt. Fuck Obi, it hurt so bad…"

The tears were fast to fall, flooding your lashline before crashing down your cheeks. He was there in an instant, soft kisses over your tear-streaked skin and hugging you into his body. Bare chests pressed together as he held you whilst you cried.

The atmosphere in the room changed, no longer did it feel charged with sexual energy, now a sorrowful weight pressed upon your entwined forms.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, y/n. Let me make it up to you, will you let me do that? Let me show you who you belong to." Each statement was punctuated with tender kisses on your lips and jawline. The desire pulled taut at his final words, and when he pushed to standing whilst still holding you, all you could do was anchor yourself.

Obito pressed your back softly into the mattress and followed you down. He kissed a path from your ankle, divesting you of your heels in the process before finally reaching your inner thighs. His rough hands massaged your hips through your dress which was now only a skirt from his violent treatment of the garment.

At last, you lay beneath him in only your sopping white lace panties, and the Uchiha stared at you with love drunk eyes. "So fucking perfect," he whispered, one finger tracing from your bobbing throat to the top of your underwear.

Before you could blink, Obito pulled apart your already ruined underwear and tossed them into the darkness. He lay between your legs, eyes struggling to decide where to look – torn between your beautiful gaze or your perfect pussy. It seemed like your core won the battle, in the end, his stare was reverential and it made you squirm in anticipation.

He sensed the urgency and finally took pity on you. His mouth was tender and loving as he dragged the flat of his tongue along your glistening folds, tasting you for the first time and pulling the most decadent sounding growl from his throat.

Obito ran his tongue in tight circles around your clit as his fingers explored your centre. It wasn't long before one of his thick fingers was pressing into your entrance, stroking your walls lovingly and making your back arch high on the bed. One hand glided up your stomach until he could grasp your breast, fingers playing with the nipple as he continued his ministrations.

"Always knew you'd be delicious… never get enough… too good for me."

He spoke incoherently into your pussy, but every word reached your ears and stoked further at your fires which already burned white-hot. Obito pressed a second finger into your tight hole, and you whined at the exquisite stretch that curled your toes.

"Oh, baby, gotta prep you. Open up for me y/n, need you to take all of my cock. Such a good girl for me," he cooed between tongue flicks on your sensitive clit.

You were so close, that coil of tension was pulled so tightly in your stomach that it could snap at any second and for the first time in your life, you felt the compulsion to ask permission, "fu-fuck… need to cum so bad. Please, Obi."

You felt his devilish smile on your slit, his fingers curled to hit that squishy special spot in your pussy walls and his mouth suckled your bundle of nerves into his wicked mouth. The orgasm tore through you like an unrelenting force of nature, your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and your back bowed until it was almost painful to hold in this position.

Obito stroked you through your high. His hand was soaked to the knuckles in your juices as he pulled them from you and made a show of sucking them clean as you watched, completely fucked out.

"Mmm kitten, such a good girl. Never taught you'd ask permission to cum, do you like it when I take control of your delicious body, huh? Shall I use it for my own pleasure now?"

His words were speaking directly to your core, and a new coil of pleasure was quickly building. You nodded fervently, completely unabashed by how desperate you probably looked to him. If he didn't fuck you soon, you would implode on his bed.

The sound of his zipper lowering pulled your glazed eyes back to his looming body. Obito pushed both his jeans and boxers down in one swift movement, freeing his straining erection and allowing him relief from the tight constraints. He was big, in fact, that was the understatement of the decade. The Uchiha's cock slapped against his stomach, almost reaching his belly button and you bit your lip harshly at the sight.

He wrapped one hand around the length, his thumb spreading his precum down the shaft as he pumped it for your enjoyment. One prominent vein stood to stark attention along the underside, and you knew his skin would taste musky and delicious. The phantom tang of salt made your mouth water for him, a hand lifting to beckon him closer.

"Like what you see baby? This is all yours, understand?" he hissed through his teeth as he knelt between your legs. His tousled hair had fallen into his face, skin flushed from arousal and a guttural groan vibrated through your entire body as the head of his cock teased your slit.

He coated himself in the remnants of your juices.

"Do I need protection kitten?"

You shook your head slowly, begging for any words to form in your mind – you had never fallen so silent in the heat of the moment and it was embarrassing.

"Please," was all you managed to whine, your throat sounding raw with the need to be filled. Obito smiled as he pressed forwards slowly. His hands braced on either side of your head, and you raised yourself to snag his lips as he continued to press into you. The slight burn from accommodating such a monstrous length was not enough to overwhelm the pleasure that was spiralling out of control.

The Uchiha grunted as he at long last bottomed out, your bodies meeting as if you were two perfect puzzle pieces. You accepted him in a way that you had never done before, this was heaven and you would never give it up. Obito was yours, now and forever and you were his.

This was not the raw fucking that you had expected when you had first entered his apartment, this was so much more than that. Your hearts were connected in a way that spoke of the years you had spent together, the love that formed from decades of friendship and would continue to build into the future from this moment onward.

His strokes were languid but deep, rocking into you with a control that could not be matched nor compared. Your eyes met and his ruby coloured irises were so beautiful to look upon, the knowledge that you were the reason for his heightened emotions tightened your chest and thrummed in your lower stomach.

"Obi… faster."

He obliged your demand, his hips snapping into a furious pace that pressed your head into the soft pillow. Obito shifted back onto his knees, gripping your thighs and lifting one leg to drape over his shoulder whilst the other was pressed tightly to your chest. This new angle felt even deeper which had seemed impossible, but here you were being split in half by your best friend.

"Kitten. Fuck. So close. Need you to cum on my cock, y/n."

His grip was bruising, and you felt the crescendo of your second orgasm tipping over the edge. Stars blurred your vision as Obito fucked you into delirious pleasure, he made you drunk on both his cock and his burning love. It was intoxicating, and you never wanted to come back down.

Your lewd moans and exaltations of his name that chanted from your lips as he pounded through your release were enough to tip his own. Obito shuddered, short and sharp thrusts into your walls that were attempting to milk him of everything he had.

"I love you, y/n," he said after what felt like the longest moment of your shared life. He cautiously watched for your reaction and was ecstatic when a wide and genuine smile split your face. Without pulling from you, he fell into your open arms and nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

His body trembled as you held him tightly, stroking at his sweat-soaked hair and feathering kisses on his forehead.

"I love you too, dumbass."