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You could barely detach your hand from Obito's clothes, let alone your lips from his. However, the Uber driver didn’t own a time-freezing device.

“I’m sorry, could we depart? I’ve got other rides too,” the boy said.

You and Obito looked at each other for a moment more after your lips parted, and then, all the way back home, on the backseat of the car, you re-lived those few warm seconds, wondering if they would ever happen again, wondering why Obito kissed you like that.

On the street and on the subway, the boy kept his cool, expressionless face, to not draw more attention to him than his scarred face already did. However, the moment the apartment door closed behind him, he turned into a flustered mess. Obito went straight to his bedroom, not bothering to knock on Kakashi’s door as usual, to let him know he arrived.

“I felt great today, Obito. Thank you,” you texted.

You’ve always been a fan of feedback, whichever its nature, so it was only normal for you to reach out to him when you got home. That and you held onto his request to inform him you got home safe.

“It was a pleasure. Are you home yet?”

It wasn’t like he was a stranger, so you didn’t give your decision much thought: you sent a selfie from your hallway. The notification “photo message” surprised Obito but he was quick to open it. After a whole day spent outside, doing a bunch of things that consumed your energy, you still looked beautiful to him.

“Good, now I can cool off,” he typed after reacting to the picture with a heart emoji.

“Did you worry about me?”

You didn’t want to let the conversation stop there. It was late and you were supposed to get up early the next morning, but nothing seemed more important than talking to Obito.

“The Ubers are usually safe, but you never know. It’s late and you were alone, so yeah, I did rake my mind over whether you got home safely.”

“I see. So… will I see you tomorrow again? Are you still willing to pretend to be my boyfriend at the beach party?”

Obito didn’t reply to that text as quickly as to the previous ones simply because he was getting himself ready for bed. At the other end of the conversation, you were becoming anxious. Maybe you shouldn’t have insisted. Maybe he changed his mind just now. Maybe–

“Of course. At what time should I pick you up?”

“I promised I’d go there a few hours earlier to help my friend set the place up. You could meet me there anytime after 5 pm.”

“Ok, then. Text me if you need me there earlier. I took the day off so I’m available whenever.”

Your heart returned to its usual rate after Obito’s joyful messages reassured you nothing was awkward. The night passed on a whim and so did the few first hours of the day. Your last intention was to suffocate Obito, so you didn’t text the whole time, especially since everything unfolded smoothly. People started gathering around 5 pm, but Obito was nowhere to be seen. Your friend noticed your sudden distress and checked in with you.

“He is not here yet, if you want, you could go, dear.”

“What?”

“Your ex… I know how weird it would be if the two of you met. He self-invited since he’s friends with my man so… I understand if you prefer not to stay for the party.”

You appreciated your friend’s concern, however you still hoped Obito would show up. He seemed a trustworthy person and given how he treated you the day before, you blamed yourself for doubting he would come.

“I’m fine. Besides, my boyfriend will be here soon, he’ll keep me safe.”

“Your what now? When did you start dating again?”

“Not long ago. He’s a great guy.”

“Aha… Looking forward to meeting him,” you friend said in a curious tone.

About an hour later, Obito was still not by your side. You became nervous as you wandered around the beach, checking the time. You even scrolled back up to your first messages, to check whether you gave him the correct address. Right before you decided that maybe he did stand you up after all, and it would be better if you just left, you spotted your ex. Unfortunately, he spotted you as well, and made his way towards where you were. The worst was about to happen. You pretended really hard to have not seen him, and the nervousness became visible on your face. Two steps away from you, he called your name and you couldn’t fake it anymore.

“Hey,” you saluted, trying to keep your composure.

“How’s it going, baby? How have you been?”

“Good, thanks,” you answered plainly.

The man noticed the tension, but he was too self-absorbed to care. He took a seat next to you at the tiki bar and ordered two drinks.

“Thanks, but I don’t drink, remember?”

“Come on, one drink, for me. You know you liked it sometimes.”

Your stomach was turning upside down. Not only was he too close for your liking, but the audacity he had to remind you of how your relationship has been made you feel sick. When you noticed his hand advancing towards your thigh, you stood up to leave. Out of nowhere, a solid body appeared in front of you and you collided with it.

“Hey, love, I missed you too,” Obito said, encasing you between his arms.

The intoxicating smell of his body, the texture of his chest and the soothing voice eased you completely. He came. And he came just at the right time. You circled Obito’s middle back with your hands and looked up at him. Without hesitation, he pecked your mouth. It was a different type of kiss from the one last night, nonetheless it tingled every nerve in your body.

“Hi,” you replied when his lips moved away.

Obito’s black eyes darted to the man at the bar. He decided in an instant that he liked absolutely nothing about that person, and made it obvious from the way he glared. On the same note, your ex seemed to feel threatened by the strange man holding you. He turned on his chair and enjoyed both drinks he ordered. Proof number one that you two seemed to be a real couple.

“I realised I had forgotten to buy a gift for the birthday girl, that’s why I was a little late. I’m sorry I made you wait. Will you forgive me?”

“Don’t be silly,” you said and tapped his chest. “Of course I will forgive you. I already did, now that you’re here.”

The rest of the afternoon remained uneventful. You nibbled some snacks and enjoyed the cold beverages while keeping an eye on the other guests that either surfed or played beach volleyball.

“Hey, dude! You’re that Uchiha surfer!” A blond guy appeared out of nowhere and drew your attention as well as Obito’s.

“I guess so,” Obito replied, laughing.

“Compete with me! Please! You have to! I’ve been practising so much and I would love to test myself against someone as great as you!” The guy continued, spiking your interest.

“I knew you were a good surfer, baby, but you never told me you were famous,” you said.

“I’m not… famous, I just…”

“You’re very good at it, man! Come on! I’m sure your girlfriend would be fine if she stayed a few minutes alone.”

Proof number two that you fooled people into thinking you dated for real.

“I’m fine, Obi,” you threw a nickname in, earning yourself a surprised smile from Obito. “Show off, will ya? Make me the proudest girl on this beach.”

Surged like that into it by you and the younger boy, Obito finally agreed. He got up from the towel, removed his shirt and grabbed a board on his way to the ocean. You watched him with your jaw dropped to the ground, disappearing between the waves only to emerge again on the other side, popping some tricks as well, and remaining the only one on the board by the end. Your boyfriend was suddenly the main interest on the beach. You feared that some single girls would try their luck with him and since nothing was truly happening between you and him, he could always abandon you for someone whom he really liked. Much to your surprise, he refused the attention coming at him once he reached the shore, and made his way back to you.

“So, how did I look?” He asked, reaching for a towel to dry off.

“Fucking hot, to be honest,” you didn’t get to filter your words, which made him laugh.

After that display of talent, your attitude towards Obito changed a little. When the people gathered around the bonfire at sunset, you found yourself having inappropriate thoughts regarding Obito. You felt guilty at first, for staring at him like that, but that was the only thing you found effective as you tried to avoid meeting your ex’s glare. You weren’t the only one annoyed by it, though. Obito found the man’s innuendos and glances most disturbing, but he kept his cool and ignored him. Instead, he became touchy.

Your heart skipped a beat when his hand advanced up your thigh. He had it cupped on your knee up until then, but now his palm was between your thighs, fingers digging into the plush. You tightened your hold on his upper arm and rested your head on his shoulder.

A few guests told stories, some jokes, and others took advantage of the evening darkness to start making out. Despite sharing two kisses already, it still felt inappropriate to flirt with Obito. He was there, faking a relationship for your sake, and you considered it an abuse to ask from him more than it was necessary. However, people around you made out heavily – some even left in order to go on with it somewhere more private. Although your body was glued to Obito’s side, you missed his agitated heart beats. The moment you started rubbing your thighs together, though, Obito’s fingers clenched on them. It cut your breath and you looked at him. Much to your surprise, and delight, the boy’s face was heated up and his jaw kept popping out when he gritted his teeth to keep his composure. You realised he might’ve felt the same thing as you, and it amused you that he tried so hard to conceal it.

Maybe it wasn’t so wrong to flirt with him, you thought. At the same time, your mouth refused to let any words out. Given how much you stared at Obito while a million things passed through your mind, you didn’t know how to react when he finally looked at you.

“Is everything alright?” He asked, loosening the grip on your leg that he just now became aware of.

You nodded and looked away, brushing your fingers on the inner part of his arm. He decided not to push you into speaking your mind, so he joined a conversation with the blonde boy from earlier. Now you were free to look at him however much you liked without being noticed, so you did it. Unfortunately, Obito’s looks and voice only added to the fire within you, similarly to how the other girls’ jealous glares did.

He was yours. For until the end of the party, at least, Obito was your boyfriend. You could do anything a couple did, if push came to shove, because you had to keep safe from that asshole across from you, who kept his eyes on you the entire time. What if he didn’t bite it? What if he was waiting for the right time to unmask your lie? It would’ve been embarrassing for both you and Obito.

It was all in your head, of course, but in the heat of the moment, you weren’t entirely lucid. Obito noticed, and in his innocent intention to make you feel better, whatever was disturbing you, he let go of your thigh in favour of a side-hug.

“Tell me what’s bugging you, please,” he spoke in your ear.

His body was so warm and inviting, you felt so safe there, that you just couldn’t keep up the pretence. You brushed your nose on his chin and lips, losing yourself in his dark eyes. It didn’t take Obito much to figure out what you were asking, and he pressed his lips to yours. The fingers from one of his hands found rest on the back of your head, while the others grabbed at your thigh, earning himself a silent moan from you. Since he turned to kiss you properly, your hands had to let go of his arm, but grasping and pulling at his shirt to feel the muscles underneath was just as fine.

The slow long-awaited and much-desired kiss you started with, it turned into a playful squabble of tongues and lips, sprinkled with smiles and occasional hums caused by nibbling. You melted into Obito’s chest like painted by Klimt, encased by his arms and cherished by his mouth until a general state of happiness installed in your body. It didn’t matter where you were anymore, nor who was watching you. No bad aspect of your life counted for anything while you were with Obito. And Obito? Obito was the happiest man on Earth. You came to him of your own free will, and he knew, from the earlier look in your eyes, he knew that you weren’t faking anything anymore.

“Booo, get a room!” Your ex’s pal shouted from his seat, bringing you back from high heaven.

Obito dismissed him in a partly rude way, but he put some space between your faces. His hand squeezed yours and he found a comfortable way to sit, so you could still be close without risking getting intimate again. You laughed when you saw him sit on the sand and retreat between your legs. You laughed, but your cheeks were on fire. Good thing his back was facing you and that he was tall enough for his head to rest on your chest, not your lower body. You embraced his shoulders and spent the rest of the party that way, despite talking to several people while Obito talked to others.

When people started bidding their farewells, you called your friend and asked whether she needed help cleaning up the mess. Since she refused, even on the account of you being too busy with something else, you had no other choice but to go home. You thought about ordering an Uber – or two, one for Obito as well – but before you could do it, he surprised you with a proposition you hadn’t foreseen.

“Would you like me to walk you home?”

Your place wasn’t far from the beach, yet the night wasn’t young anymore. You didn’t want Obito to walk home in the dead of night all alone after dropping you off. On the same note, though, inviting him to stay the night was definitely too much.

“I would love to, but what about you? How will you get home?”

“I’ll take the bus or an Uber or something. Don’t worry. It’s later than last night. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I left you all alone right now.”

And how could you reject his proposition when he looked at you with nothing but love and care in his eyes? You walked together, at a fair distance between your bodies, only elbows touching from time to time when the sand moved and swiped your feet away from the chosen path. To be alone with a boy you crushed over, to walk with him along the sea shore in the dead of night, with no one but the moon peeking at you, was more like a cutout scene from a movie than real life. You hadn’t talked on the way to your home, but when you reached the doorstep, something in you twitched.

“Do you want to stay the night, Obito?”

Your proposition could have a thousand meanings, and Obito struggled not to think of the one he wished was true. He maintained his breaths calm and steady, not to tell on the nervousness running through his veins. With the kindest look in his eyes, Obito caught your hand in his and brushed his fingers over your knuckles.

“I would love to stay the night, but would it be true?”

The beginning of his response sent your heart to cloud nine, yet when you heard “but”, it fell and shattered on the porch. You were already blaming yourself for pushing it too far. He might’ve kissed you on your fake date, but it had been just to practise. He may have kissed and held you on the beach earlier, but he did it just for the watchers’ eyes. You felt pathetic, so you withdrew your hand from his hold and fumbled with the keys.

“No, you’re right, sorry, I got carried away,” you mumbled.

“So it wouldn’t be true.”

The sudden sadness you heard in the man’s voice made you stop everything. Even the Earth stopped revolving. He wanted it to be true. Maybe just as much as you wanted it. You knew you couldn’t handle it if you faced him and realised you were mistaken once again, so you just responded.

“For me, it would. I really like you, Obito.”

His chest swelled with your confession and for a moment, Obito forgot everything else about his life and himself. He wrapped his arms around you, sticking his broad chest to your back. His face was hidden in your hair strands that encased your neck and you could feel his breath changing rhythm.

“I never stopped liking you, so… I guess it’s finally mutual,” Obito whispered.

Your body burned at the contact, even though his hands hadn’t moved from their spot on your belly for what you knew was a minute but felt like an eternity. You tilted your head back, hitting it against his collar bones, and by the time you turned to the side to look at him, Obito’s lips were already on yours. You gasped and grabbed at his hands, unlocking them from your body to allow yourself to hug him accordingly.

“Please stay the night,” you begged between the kisses.

“I would love to,” he responded, cupping your cheeks to calm your desperation to kiss him.

It seemed funny to him how the tables have turned, how much you wanted him this time, and how calm and cold he managed to be, playing his fake boyfriend part as if he got paid for it. But the thought vanished from him quickly when you unlocked the door and pulled him inside. The kissing continued, across the hallway and into the bedroom.

Soft touches transformed into consistent kneading as the clothes flew off one by one. The bed dipped under the weight of your bodies and you sunk into the sheets when Obito leaned over you. He was considerably taller, broader, heavier; the image of him above sent a thousand different impulses to your brain, triggering all your senses. You traced your hands on his chest, not stopping until you reached his pelvis and his hand grabbed yours.

“In a rush, are we?” Obito asked with a cocked brow.

Your cheeks caught fire for being almost scolded for your impatience, only to notice soon after the way Obito bit his lip while checking out your curves. The memory of Obito flirting with you a year ago at that party came to your mind like a flash and you realised that he did indeed want to hook up with you. The fact that he also developed a crush on you came after, so it made sense that he wanted you now as badly as before. He’s been pent up for you.

“Aren’t we, though?” You asked, rolling your hips up just a tad.

Obito’s eyes darted from below your belly, up to your eyes. The silent exchange lasted less than a dream at dawn before he crashed his mouth on yours. He embraced your body, squeezing every part of it, rolled you over to lay on him, then sat both of you up. You could feel him hard and twitching between your legs; you could feel your warmth leak, and you wanted nothing more than to connect with that man. As if you didn’t feel hot enough already, Obito’s gesture of reaching his hand behind you to straighten up his dick enhanced the feeling ten fold. You couldn’t wait a second more, not after the roller coaster of emotions he put you through on the beach, so you were quick to take him fully.

You, taking the lead, took Obito by surprise and a loud groan escaped him when you sat on him. His eyes opened wide and his fingers grasped the side of your thighs to hold you in place, but you were not to be reckoned with. You grabbed your flesh right over his hands, intertwining fingers and, in slow movement, you started to move back and forth on him, enjoying the stretch.

He watched you please yourself using his body, kissed the base of your neck and squished your thighs until leaving bruises behind. He moaned with you when you came, forced you to hump him some more when he realised the touch was overstimulating, then held you tight when you collapsed on him. He got what he desired for so long, and since in the meantime, his feelings turned from crush to something way more profound, Obito concluded it was enough. Well, at least until you nibbled at his earlobe.

“Your turn to cum, Obi.”

“Don’t talk to me like that, doll,” he replied, leaning his cheek to yours and letting his palms slide down your back.

“Why not? Does it drive you crazy? Does it make you want to destroy me? Go for it.”

The next thing you knew, Obito peeled you off of his body and threw you on the bed. You giggled and bit the tip of your finger watching him stand up, wondering what vile thing was going through his otherwise pretty innocent mind. However, you discovered pretty fast that Obito Uchiha was a beast behind closed doors. Since the first step he took into your bedroom, he noticed the height of your bed. Needless to say, he was very happy he got to act out the little scene that formed in his mind.

Your whole body jerked when Obito pulled you to the edge of the bed by your ankles. Your earlier giggle died out in a gasp, which turned into a moan the moment Obito re-entered you. Short, fast and hard thrusts continued to bounce your body on the sheets, so much you had to hold your breasts. Your legs sat straight across Obito’s chest, held in place by his arms crossed over them, your heels dipping into his shoulders, and your eyes shamelessly staring into his. The sounds from you both combined, drew even more from you, at a point making you wonder whether your neighbours could hear you.

(Un)fortunately for your pretty pussy, Obito reached his peak long after you, but you loved the way his lust for you couldn’t be satiated, the way he wanted—no, needed—more of you and just kept fucking into you, making the bed screech in front of his power. His name slipped from between your lips repeatedly, louder and raspier, the closer he seemed to get to his climax. And when he did, you had to press a palm on your belly, to counter how deep he was inside you.

Both you and Obito required a few good moments to recollect from your little interaction. The bed wasn’t big enough but it didn’t matter at that point. Until they returned to normal rhythm, your breaths could be heard in the air, a fact that made you laugh, but there was no power left to actually let the sound out.

“That was so good,” you finally whispered.

“Hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“Are you kidding me? I’ve always dreamed of feeling something like this.”

You chuckled and rolled onto Obito’s chest. The back of his hand brushed softly on your face and he pulled you closer by your chin, to kiss your mouth. You smiled and melted in Obito’s hold, stealing a suit of little pecks as soon as he retracted.

“This was true, we agreed. What about tomorrow?” Obito asked.

“Tomorrow, we could have bacon with eggs, and cafe latte, and go out after work?”

“Go out?”

“You want to head right back in here?” You asked, pulling at his bottom lip with your teeth.

“I wouldn’t say no to this, but what does hang out mean to you?”

“Oh, what do you want it to mean, Obi?”

“You know what I want…”

“I know how I reacted the first time, but I’m not the same person anymore. And you’re… important to me. You can say it. I won’t break your heart.”

You weren’t sure why you chose to talk like that, to remind of the first time Obito asked you out. Maybe it was a heavy discharge of hormones after the earlier filth, maybe the look in his eyes made you that emotional and you wanted to assure him of your feelings before he started questioning them.

“I want you to be my girlfriend.”

“Well, I want to be your girlfriend as well,” you agreed, sealing it with a kiss.