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[ The Uchiha district has gotten a lot smaller in the years following the massacre. The village began expanding into it not too long ago, leaving a small area to the clan's name as both an homage and memorial to the fallen innocents. Within that small area, only two households are actually occupied by anyone. After Sakura gave birth to Sasuke's child, it was suggested she move there so that the child could have a connection to her heritage while her father was away. The other estate belongs to Uchiha Obito, a man branded a criminal and traitor by the village. The only reason he hasn't been locked away in a high security prison forever is because of his active part in ending the war... (that he started) and saving humanity -- or else, that's the reason the Hokage gave for his decision. Most are aware that Obito was given special exemption because of his relationship with Kakashi. Of course, other factors played into it, but that was the main one.

Of course, that doesn't mean Obito is a completely free man by any means. An agreement had been arranged between the Hokage and his advisers that Obito would be confined to the boundaries of Uchiha property, unless otherwise temporarily overruled (when the village needed his special abilities) or when in the company of a few select shinobi. Sakura being one of them.

Sakura had been kind to him before, more so than anyone else, but she had always approached him with a degree of caution. He thought it would always be like that, up until the point wherein she got pregnant. She moved to the district shortly after, an area that most didn't like to visit because of Obito's constant presence. This is what had drawn Obito and Sakura closer, since he visited her the most out of anyone during the nine months she was mostly rendered ... ineffective. Her friends were busy with work and missions, and Sasuke had decided to do some traveling before she was due to give birth, so that left her stuck at home most of the time unless she went out of her way to visit the clinic. Obito would accompany her then, offering to do most of the grunt work and leave the technical stuff to her. There were times he felt concern over how hard she worked.

Sasuke came back home in time for the birth of Sarada. He stayed for a few months before getting restless(?) and departing on another journey that would benefit Konoha's intel. Obito then took it upon himself to help Sakura out during the days her friends were unable to, visiting frequently. Since he didn't have a job, he didn't really have anything else to do. He had to learn how to change diapers and prepare baby meals, but it wasn't a process that he took long to get used to. He soon took to the role of taking care of Sarada and grew attached to the little Uchiha... She was his kin, after all. But he also grew attached to Sakura, becoming especially fond and protective of her.

He earns her trust enough that she lets him babysit the child when she is called back to the clinic or asked to take missions, but she seems to prefer staying home with her daughter when she can't take her to the clinic with her. During these first few years of the child's life, it is especially important for her to form a relationship with her parents, so he understands why she would. By the time she turns two, Sarada had learned to walk, which was both wonderful and disastrous. She gets into things when she can, but with two highly-trained shinobi around, she never gets too deep into trouble. Obito often wonders when Sasuke would show up again, since it's already been over a year since he's been gone.

The days get shorter as fall quickly approaches and by the time Obito visits Sakura's estate today, it's already dark. He hadn't been able to come by because he'd been waiting on his order from one of the only stores that would sell to him, which arrived late. With the shipment, came a few gifts he'd gotten for Sakura and Sarada. A bouquet of flowers for Sakura, because she mentioned liking this particular flower before, and a new stuffed animal for Sarada (she had a lot of those, she's spoiled).

When he arrives at the back porch of the house, he knocks first and opens the door, stepping in quietly in case Sarada had already been put to bed (or a nap, that girl never slept a whole eight hours straight). He has a big of rice cakes hanging from his arm, and his gifts held beneath the other. ]

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[ temperature play wasn't something sakura had ever thought about before. but the contrast of obito's warm, natural hand and the coolness of the other is all kinds of interesting. she arches up into his touch, wanting more. touching her own breasts has always felt a little odd but this--this she really likes.

almost as much as she likes the feeling of his hardness pressed against her. she rocks up into him, spreading her legs so she can angle things just so. the fabric of his pants is the perfect kind of roughness against her skin as she repeats the motion. a moan catches in her throat--his name spoken against his lips. ]

[ He's so stiff against her as her hips come up to rub against his own. The dull ache of his arousal spikes into a sharper kind, spurring a low groan to bubble out from the back of his throat. She's absolutely hot there, between her legs, while the rest of her body is cold and damp. The contrasting sensations is dizzying, pushing him further into a lustful daze as he begins to uninhibitedly grind into her, pinning her pelvis against the bed. His hips drive between her thighs with bruising force as his hand comes up to push against the base of her spine, forcing her into an arch. He bends down to run his tongue over her breasts, latching onto one of the pebbled nipples with a hard suck. His free hand, meanwhile, drops down to her side, smoothing over her backside and her thigh as he seeks purchase against her flesh. He lifts her hips to keep their bodies joined, to let her feel how hard and aching he is against her own arousal. ]

[ dizzying really is the best way to describe the way he makes her feel. it's been so long since sakura's had anything but her own two hands that everything obito does is almost overwhelming. in a good way. the best way, really.

his mouth on her breast makes her cry out, hips twitching upwards in little half-thrusts. she can't quite manage anything more than that with the way he's pinned her, but she doesn't really mind. being surrounded with nothing to focus on other than the way he's touching her, the feel of his hardness against her... that's what she wants. what she's been craving.

her fingers drag down his back, nails digging into his skin just a little, until she can shove at the waistband of his pants. ] Off. [ it's little more than a heavy exhale. she can't seem to catch her breath. ] Want to feel you.

[ He'd be lying if he told himself that he hadn't thought of this. He had, many times, until he could actually catch his mind wandering in that direction. Touching her like this, now, is completely surreal and borderline euphoric. His breath comes in short, shallow pants against her skin as he draws open-mouthed kisses down the middle of her chest, reaching her stomach. Her skin is taut, growing flushed and warm beneath his lips as his fingers reach between their bodies to find her wetness. They delve between her folds as she pleads with him, hard fingertips flicking over sensitive flesh as they swipe upward. The wetness is thick against his fingers as they sink into her, stretching the tight muscles as they clench around the first set of knuckles.

He gently drops her back to the bed to withdraw his hips, his cock twitching madly with desire before it begins to succumb to the brimming pain tightening his thighs. ]

I can't... [ He breathes against her jawline, opting to crush their mouths together instead of explaining exactly why he's refusing. ]

[ she gasps as he fingers her, the tail end of it dissolving into a loud, bitten off fuck-- it would be so easy, she thinks, to come just like this. his fingers in her, her thrusting against his hand. but that's not exactly what she meant by want to feel you.

the kiss is a slight distraction from obito's words. for a moment she gets caught up in the slide of his lips against hers, but--wait-- ] Wait. [ using just a little bit of her strength, she shoves him back. her gaze rakes over him and she frowns. all the little signs she missed earlier don't escape her this time. the clenched muscles, the way he holds himself...

sakura curses under her breath as she sits up, hands lighting up with chakra. her palms rest on his thighs, easing what she can. ] Why didn't you tell me you were in pain? [ if they were actually going for something a little s&m, that'd be one thing. but right now, she's worried as hell about the fact that he's hurting and she was ignoring it. ] Where's it centered?

[ The noise he lets out at the sudden shift in his balance is clipped as he moves to kneel back accordingly. His hands cover hers in an instant, weaving through the gaps as he tries to wrench them away, as gently as he can when riled up like this. ]

It's fine. I don't mind. [ He tries to kiss her again, to push her back, but he knows Sakura too well by now to know that it won't be easy. She's stubborn. ] I'll stay hard. Just lay back.

[ she actually takes one hand away from his thighs to shove his face away from hers. no kisses for you mister. ]

I could care less about getting laid right now, Obito. And I don't care if you don't mind; I mind. [ the look she gives him is not unlike the one she gives sarada and naruto when they get into shenanigans. ] Now are you going to tell me what's wrong or do I have to break out the diagnostic jutsu?

[ What the hell... he tries not to grimace at the shove, because he knows she'll take it as a challenge. He holds her gaze steady, features fixing despite his best efforts as he reaches forward to take her hands again. Hesitantly, gently. ]

I was crushed by rocks... [ He admits slowly, carefully. ] Not everything works properly.

But it still works. The pain is nothing I can't handle. I've learned to like it...

[ He hopes it's obvious what he's talking about. He flushes deeply at having to admit that he finds pleasure in the pain, that he struggles to stay hard. It's embarrassing and he resents her for forcing him into a corner. ]

I need ...

Okay... [ she gets it. the light flickers out from around her hand, and she leans in to press a soft kiss to his lips. ] Okay.

[ there's still a little bit of guilt that settles in her stomach. this is something that's supposed to be pleasurable, and so she has trouble accepting the fact that it's okay to let his body keep hurting him. but if that's what he likes, what he needs, she can go along with it.

sakura runs her hands down his chest slowly as she slants her mouth over his. it's an apology and an enticement. an attempt to get the mood back before she murmurs against his lips, ] How do you want me?

[ Obito is still a man. He gets excited easily and readily, and it takes more than a minor hiccup than to dim the fire of his mood. He slots their mouths together at the first brush of lips, tugging on her hair by the root to stretch her neck into a bit of an arc. He withdraws from the kiss to suck at the column of her throat, drawing blood to the surface with his teeth. He tongues the spot, soothing the mark as he reaches for her hand to guide it towards his groin, wrapping her fingers around his cock through the cloth of his pants. He urges her to squeeze, to palm as he murmurs against her neck: ] On your stomach.

[ sakura, on the other hand, eases her way back into the dizzying euphoria. his mouth on her throat makes her breath hitch, and she enjoys palming obito's cock more than she'd ever readily admit. her grip on him is firm as she jerks him through the fabric of his pants.

with a quiet, breathy laugh, she lets her palm drag roughly over the head of his cock before wiggling out of obito's grasp and laying down on the bed. the look she throws him over her shoulder is nothing short of flirty. and if she wiggles her ass a little just 'cause, well. playful is better than worried, right? ]

[ She's tempting him. She's not even being subtle about it, which makes him flush deeply, a colour that reaches his throat and ears. Her hips raise, no doubt a display of permission, which he eagerly responds to by filling his palms with the backs of her thighs, her ass. His thumbs press into her flesh, leaving impressions against her skin as he spreads the cheeks, the folds beneath. His pad of his thumb runs over the slick folds, pushing past to probe inside her, enveloped by the tight muscle and heat. He lets out a heavy breath, obviously affected by the sensation of her clenching around the digit. ]

I'll be right back.

[ He withdraws his hands, the mattress shifting beneath his weight as he moves to shuffle off the bed. ]

[ a small noise escapes sakura before she muffles herself with a pillow, her fingers curling into the fabric of the cover. the way he's touching her is such a tease and she's--she's bewildered and a little annoyed because that was nice, the whole him touching her thing. she wanted more of that. not him off the bed and going elsewhere. ]

If you're gone too long, I might just finish without you.

[ because this is twice now they've stopped when it was starting to get good and she's horny goddammit. ]

[ Obito is a ninja. He's always prepared, carrying whatever tools he's allowed to have his hands on, but he doesn't carry the necessary items for this kind of thing.

He's creative at least. After stroking himself into full hardness, he ties the cloth of his sash tight around the base of his cock, standing at the foot of the bed. He drops his pants to his thighs, letting them pool just above the knees. No, he's not leaving the room, but he's not answering Sakura's threat either.

He does smile, though.

He moves to the side, climbing back up onto the mattress as he leans down to kiss at the nape of her neck. ]

[ the rustling piques sakura's curiosity, but she doesn't turn to look at him. instead, she hides her flushed face in the pillow. it's hard not to tense up when she thinks of him just watching her. she knows her scars are more obvious now than they were earlier. the one from sasori is the most prominent, but there's little stretch marks in the oddest of places and--without a distraction, it's hard to find her comfort in her own skin.

his lips on her neck make her melt. the tension that had been building in her shoulders flees and she lets herself relax into the feeling. ] You sure you're ready now?

[ He answers her with a kiss to her mouth, his leg shifting over her waist to straddle her as he cups the front of her throat. His fingers splay over her jawline, encouraging her to crane her neck as he licks a pathway between her lips. He mindlessly strokes muscle against muscle, lazily deepening the kiss as the head of his cock probes against the slit between her legs.

She's soaked, and he can feel the wetness smear against him. He reaches down to adjust, holding his erection in a tight fist as he drags the smooth head of it up and down her lips. ]

[ her back arches as she hums against his mouth. there's just enough bend to her spine that her chest lifts off the bed and her nipples skim against the pilowcase her hands clutch at desperately. it's enough to make her tremble as she tries to push back against him so she can get more. ]

[ He can feel her tremble against him. He continues to mouth at her lips, letting the smack of their lips resound through the mingling of their breath. A deep groan pushes out from his throat, pouring into hers as his cock nudges through the first resistance of muscle. He sinks into her slowly, his lips finally drawing away from hers to give himself room to just breathe.

The sensation is nothing like he's ever felt before. He drops his forehead to her shoulder as he cants his hips, angling her hips against his to slot together perfectly. He only stops moving once he's fully encased by wet heat, which he takes as his cue to pause, to wait.

There's so much he wants to say, but something grabs at the words floating in his mind before they can even reach his voice. To say that he loves her would almost be like entrapment. He can't do that to her.

But he's doing this, isn't he?

He tries to drown his thoughts out through kisses against her shoulder. His entire body is perfectly frozen, save for his stiff arms holding his weight up on either side of her body. They tremble with strain, knuckles white as his fingers twist against the sheets. ]

[ it's been long enough since sakura's gotten laid that she'd forgotten the sensation of being filled. she's slick enough that there's little resistance and no pain as obito slides home, but she's grateful for the pause nonetheless. it lets her adjust and be sure she's okay with things like this.

but then the moment continues. sakura reaches out and rests her hands on top of obito's. if he weren't white-knuckling the sheets, she'd lace her fingers through his as a reassuring gesture. since she can't and there's really only one place she can touch him easily ( and because, occasionally, she likes to be mischievous ) she clenches around him. ]

Obito, [ it's almost a moan. ] Please.

[ His breath comes out in a harsh gust against her ear at the clenching, voice lacing through enough to be just barely audible. His fingers relax beneath hers, shaking faintly as his hips stutter in a sharp movement. He doesn't need further permission, so he draws back for just a bit of momentum before thrusting back inside. The force behind his hips lifts her ass a bit, slapping gently as he starts up a rhythm. His breath is uneven and heavy against her shoulder, thighs pressing into hers as his hips buck into her particularly rough.

It's almost a bit too much, to have this much sensation stimulating nerves that have barely been in use. On top of that, everything was turning him on, from the heavy scent of sex in the air, to the slick noises of his cock sliding in and out of her. If it hadn't been... for the tie, he probably would have reached his limit by now. How sad. ]

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[ thank god for that tie, then. if he'd come already, sakura would've been pissed.

as it is, she's loving every second of this. rough is just how she likes it most of the time, and the forceful way he fucks into her has her biting her pillow to muffle the noises that want to come spilling out her mouth. her fingers lace through his and she holds on tight. tilting her pelvis so she can move in time with him, sakura turns her head so she can pant out, ] Fuck--harder.

[ The demand is met with a hot mouth against her ear, lips pressing kisses against the shell of it as his hips snap back against her pelvis. He keeps their bodies joined, pressed tightly together, waiting for the pain pulling at the muscles of his thighs to ebb away. In an effort to soothe the budding cramp, he pulls up, pressing a hand flat against the nape of her neck, forcing her to stay pinned to the bed. He displaces his weight, resting back on his knees as he adjusts the angle of his thrusting. He pushes down, letting the head of his cock brush against the spot behind her clitoris. It should provide for a more intense sensation as he focuses on deepening his thrusts, fucking her thoroughly and slowly. ]

[ it's not what she asked for, but it's better. it's so much better. sakura can't help the loud cry that rips itself from her throat the first time the head of his cock hits that spot just right. ]

Yes, right there--Obito! [ all thoughts of trying not to be as vocal as she likes to be are long gone. all she can focus on is the slide of him inside her and the way he keeps brushing over that spot again and again and again. heat sings down her spine, and sakura clutches desperately at the sheets. as worked up as she is, it probably won't take too much more for her to tumble off the edge she's slowly moving towards. ]

[ He wants to do her gently and seriously, but she's making it awfully hard for him to when she's lurching like that. He holds her down, displacing his weight to keep her still as he slants his entire body to fuck into her more roughly, shaking the bed beneath them with every movement. Her body wracks beneath his, bouncing minimally against the tide of his thrusting. He can feel her pulsate around him, milking every inch of his cock as he drives into her as deeply as he can. His eyes practically glaze over as they sweep over the length of her back, watching every detail of her bodily reactions.]

lmao is this a competition now

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I don't have any porn icons I'm so sad

there's gotta be fanart you can icon out there somewhere

just because you used a kakasaku icon...

lmao is this a competition now