Obito is lying face down, ass up, when he hears the door to his room turn and creak open. He's done everything Ino had told him to do, followed each of her instructions down to a "T." Still, there's still a nervous twinge in the pit of his stomach when he hears the jingle of her harness. It leaves him breathless, just as much as it makes his dick twitch with interest, like a snake tasting the air.
The urge to turn and stare at her is stronger than his willpower could ever be. He tilts his neck just slightly, angling to catch a glimpse of her, when there's a harsh crack of a palm across his ass.
"Eyes forward," she says sharply.
Obito suppresses a nervous giggle. "Yes, Mommy." Mommy? Obito feels his face flush. That'd slipped out without him meaning to.
He—this is all new to him, and he doesn't exactly have a good grasp of what to say or how or when or—
Or any of it, really, which is why he's planning to follow Ino's lead.
Apparently he'd chosen wrong this time, though, because Ino lays another firm slap against his ass, sending a wave of bright, hot pain through him. "Don't be cute with me, kid."
"Hn—" Obito writhes against the mattress, chasing friction for his hardening dick.
Ino sets her hand against his back, solid and firm, and pushes him flat against the mattress.
"Don't. Be. Cute," Ino spits out, like some kind of TV drill sergeant. Her nails dig into his muscle, the tips sharp enough that it feels like she'll break the skin. He imagines the baby blue nails she'd sported when they met for lunch pressing into him, leaving dark red half-moons in his skin.
It does nothing to help his increasingly painful erection, which twitches every time her nails dig a little deeper, like a dog that's been trained to respond to electric shocks. Down, boy.
"Call me Miss Ino," she orders, withdrawing her hand. "I'm not your mother."
"Yes, Miss." The following pause is longer than a Kingdom Hearts cutscene. "Miss—Miss Ino."
Ino sighs behind him, and he hears the hotel chair creak as she sits down into it, then a metallic clink as she drops something (a duffel bag?) onto the floor.
He hasn't even seen her yet but he's sweating, his back quickly growing cold under the frigid hotel air conditioning. The sheet beneath him is damp with his precum; the wait alone is enough to make his blood burn hot, making his face flush.
"Hm." There's a low purr of a zipper unzipping, and the sound of Ino rustling around in her bag. She lets out a satisfied noise before he hears an audible click, and a low vibration fills the room.
Obito moans from the sound of it alone, from the thought of her pushing into him, fucking him with that vibration rattling all through his insides. Again, the urge to look and see her, see what she's got ready for him, is more than he can resist.
Before he can even turn his head, Ino clicks her tongue loudly and turns off her vibrator. "Excuse me, little boy. I didn't say you could look yet."
Obito whines (whines! He's whining!), but he dutifully turns forward and lets out a frustrated groan into his pillow.
He hears the click of a bottle cap—lube, he's praying—and Ino hums. "Now, I'm sure you followed all of my instructions, didn't you?"
"Aha…" He's sure he did, but the threat underlying her deceptively calm voice makes him really, really scared that he's gonna get this one wrong somehow.
"Didn't you?" Ino asks again, her voice much harsher.
"I—I think so?" Fuck, what even were her instructions? No clothes? Lie on the bed? In his mind, it didn't seem all that complicated at the time, so he hadn't bothered to write down any of it.
Ino lets out a hot sigh. "Specifically, did you remember to prepare yourself?"
"Um." He knows with absolute certainty that the answer he has for Ino is not the one that she wants. "Like, mentally?"
Ino doesn't respond at all, which is almost worse than if she had.
"Oh, yeah." The memory is coming back to him now. "Heh—you uh, you did say something about that."
The silence that follows is almost as painful as his throbbing dick. "Miss…?"
"I'm not going to prep you with a fresh manicure, so you have two choices."
"Haha… Miss Ino?"
"Either you take me without it, or you do it now, while I'm sitting here. Choose now."
"Ah—" Obito is breathing so heavy that his chest hurts, so turned on he can't even fumble a reply.
With another angry sigh, Ino stands and walks over to bedside and smacks his ass. Before he can even get a yelp out, Ino reaches down and grabs the sensitive skin between his dick and his hole and pinches.
"H-hey!" Obito lets out a loud yelp when she pinches him harder and he scrambles, desperate to get away from her merciless hands.
"Choose now," Ino demands. "Now."
Fuck me now, fuck me now, fuck me—
But he believes her when she says she'll fuck him without any preparation, and even his sense of self-preservation is strong enough to resist putting him at the mercy of that. "I'll do it, Miss Ino. I'll do it. I'll do it—" he babbles, until she finally releases him and a cold, dizzying wave of relief crashes into him.
Ino turns around and grabs something from behind her. "I shouldn't even be giving you this, but I don't do small, you get that?" She trails one long, sharp nail down the backside of his balls, making goosebumps break out all over his back and thighs.
"Uh huh. Uh huh." His brain is so totally mushified at this point that Ino could be asking if he'd let her fuck him with a cactus and he'd still beg for it.
"I don't do gentle either."
"That's fine," Obito croaks, a little too quickly. "I don't mind."
Ino laughs, almost girlishly. "You're a good little boy, aren't you?" She gives his dick a light squeeze that makes Obito think his brain is seconds away from leaking out of his ears.
"Miss… Miss Ino, please."
"No, I'm not interested in doing it like this. Maybe another time," she says, as she gives him one last pitying tug. "Maybe next time, I'll have my friend come with me, and you can fuck her while she eats me out… Would you like that? Like getting this little cock of yours wet?"
"Yes! I mean, yes, please."
"You'd say yes to anything if it meant coming, wouldn't you?" She grabs his hip roughly, her fingers pressing bruises into the bone. "How pathetic."
"I can bark too if you want."
Ino's next laugh feels like an accidental one, like something he tricked out of her. She gives his ass one last smack as admonishment then pulls away. "As nice as it is to stare at this bubble butt of yours, I'm not here to waste my time."
Obito giggles. "But it is nice, isn't it?"
Without warning, Ino spreads both of his cheeks, and his hole is immediately hit with air more frigid than Kakashi's personality.
Obito hisses loudly, but Ino only spreads him further. "Be a good boy for me now," she says, and his hiss immediately tapers off into a needy, wanton whine.
Ino clicks open the cap of the lube bottle again, and she squirts the cold gel directly onto his hole.
"Aha—ah—Miss—"
Ino smushes his cheeks together, smearing the lube there between them. Obito flinches from the sheer cold of it, but Ino only gives him a light tap on the hip when she's done. "There you go!" She snickers. "So you can go ahead and take care of the rest, right?"
"Haha, right," he says, like an idiot who only knows how to repeat words.
"Don't waste my time." She sits back down on the chair behind him. "Get to it now."
"Y-yes ma'am." Gingerly, he sets himself up on his knees and spreads his legs so she can get a good view, arching his back as he rests his chin on the pillow.
His face is burning hot, though he's not a person who is usually bothered by shame. This, however, is a first for him, and he can't say he's got any kind of experience that he could even compare this to. He's fooled around in a lot of stupid ways, none of which he wants to think of right now with a gorgeous woman sitting behind him, bouncing her leg impatiently as she waits for him to get started.
He wants it, though. He wants all of it, anything that lets him be near someone as beautiful as Ino, even if she wants him to put on a tutu and call her a prince. At this point, he thinks Ino could get away with asking anything of him.
With a long, shaky breath, Obito reaches behind himself to where Ino had squirted her lube all over him. It's slippery, greasy, but warm now from sitting on his body for so long. He feels around a bit, getting a lay of the land, spreading some more lube around, before he sinks one finger into himself without trouble.
So, he'd lied just a little bit: it was true that he'd forgotten to prep like Ino had told him to, but he also hadn't been able to resist the urge to fool around, just a little bit, while he was waiting. He'd wanted to really wow her the first time around, so he'd tried to come once beforehand so he'd last longer once the real thing started.
Even then, though, the thought of Ino had him so horny that he shot off early, embarrassingly early, and so he jerked it once more just to be safe.
He's still good for another, and hopefully one or two beyond that, if Ino is in a forgiving mood and willing to let him come. But because he'd been so impatient before, his first finger sinks in easily, and he sighs lightly at the barest stretch of it.
"Add another," Ino says immediately. "That was nothing."
Obito whines loudly at that, at how quickly she'd noticed (how obvious it had been, apparently), but he can't help but comply. "Yes, Miss Ino." He pumps his finger a few more times before adding the second, thicker, fuller. It's already more than he'd used on himself earlier that morning, enough that he waits for the finger to sink in on its own and lets his body adjust itself to the intrusion.
"Uhn," he groans into his pillow as he pushes both fingers inside himself. His dick twitches, and he uses his other hand to cup himself as he begins to pump his other two fingers in and out.
Crack. Obito yelps, then moans as he clenches around the fingers in his ass.
"That little cock is mine, baby boy," Ino says. "Don't touch it until I say it's ok for you to touch it."
"Please," Obito sobs as he ruts uselessly into the hotel comforter. "Wanna come so bad. Gotta cum."
Ino grabs him by the hair and jerks his neck back, baring his throat to her. "You will. Or maybe not. If you are going to cum, though, you're going to have to be patient, and more importantly, you have to be a good boy."
Before he can protest, Ino grabs him by the wrist and starts guiding his fingers in and out of his hole, fucking him on his own hand. He tries to match her harsh, forceful rhythm but can't do anything more than sob and writhe as she forces his fingers deeper and deeper inside of him.
He rolls his head, tongue lolling. He's a stupid, drooling, horny mess with precum stuck between his thighs, but he can't bring himself to care when Ino is so beautiful, so mean, and so perfect that he's gonna be fucking himself all week thinking about her.
She isn't gentle with him, nor does she pretend to be. Each thrust rattles the bedframe and has him biting into the pillow, though it only makes him want her more.
"There," she says as she pulls away. "No more touching without my permission. I won't be so nice about it the next time." She steps back and sits down in her chair again, letting out a long, exhausted sigh. "One more finger."
Slowly, he probes his hole several times before he inserts one more finger. The slick lube helps the third finger squeeze in, but there's much more of a stretch now. It burns, but he bears down on it, eager to be done with this, under Ino—onto whatever she has planned next.
She's getting impatient, he can tell, but she's so fucking hot when she's mad. So hot it makes him dizzy, his head spinning at the thought of her cock sliding inside of him, stretching him more than his fingers already have.
Would it be long, he wonders? Thick? Ribbed? Angled, like a tentacle?
"I want you," he sobs, imaging all the different kinds of cocks she could be fucking him with tonight. "Want you so bad."
"Tell me," Ino says. Her voice is so calm and controlled that it makes him feel crazy. "I want to hear it. Tell me exactly what it is that you want from me."
He's panting like a dog now, three fingers stuffed in his hole as deep as he can get them to go. It isn't enough to satisfy him yet, though. "I want you so bad," he babbles. "Want your cock up my ass and your hand on my dick and your boobs touching my back. Ngh."
Her boobs looked so good the last time they'd met. She'd worn a tight little sundress that made her boobs look enormous, so big that he'd barely paid attention to her neat little lawyer contract and its fancy terms. Which is fine, he thinks, because he could be signing away his life and still be okay with this.
"Want your boobies," Obito croaks, like a man lost in a desert without water. "Want your boobies in my mouth so bad. Want your cock in my ass all the way until I come all over myself."
He hears a hitch and realizes it's from Ino—that she's getting into this too. The thought makes his belligerent dick so hard he's worried he's going to rip a hole in the hotel sheets.
He stuffs his fingers impossibly deeper and curls them, searching for that spot that always gets him lightheaded when he's fooling around by himself. He can't find it, though, and his eyes begin to prickle with tears from how painfully horny he is and how terribly bad he wants to come, though he refuses to do so until he gets her cock inside of him.
"I need you to break me," he says, nonsensically. "Like a dinner plate. Shatter me, then let me suck on your boobies, and then—"
Ino sighs from across the room. "Okay. Up on your knees now, and please, shut up."