It felt like a thousand degrees outside from the sun’s scorching rays that seemed to sear into your back as you approached a line in the grass outside the dorm building. You were wearing a maroon, loose-fitting romper that fell just a few inches above your mid-thigh and, despite the thin fabric, it did little to quell the sun’s heat.
You stopped to scan the line of bubbly college girls with scrutinizing eyes as many seemed to be eager and excited about something. You could barely make out a group of tables and some knick knacks…
When you took a few steps closer to further inspect just what the crowded line of girls were going on about, you stopped in your tracks after realizing the source of their giggles and high-pitched squeals.
You snorted as you saw scores of men in shirts with bright yellow and orange fire insignias, carrying boxes of goods and setting up more tables. You didn’t need to see the suddenly visible “Ko No Has” sign to know that the most popular fraternity at Leaf University was throwing their annual yard sale.
When you turned on your heels to head in the opposite direction to your dorm room for a much-needed nap after class, you heard a familiar, raspy voice from behind you.
“If it isn’t ma cherie?” the gruff voice said in a smug tone, drawing an immediate eye roll from you as you turned to face him.
“Ughhh. Are you really going to keep calling me that?” you asked in an exasperated tone, before nudging your annoying, yet insanely attractive classmate in the shoulder.
Of course, it had to be none other than Obito Uchiha.
You and him had been assigned to work together for the semester in your college civics course. Both of you have been enrolled at the college for the past two to three years, though you never actually met the Uchiha until this semester, when your teacher made you both partners.
In terms of social circles, at first glance, you both seemed to be polar opposites, with him being a member of the notorious party frat Ko No Has and you being a strict honor student that more than likely could be found in her room or hanging out with a book on the roof if not off interning somewhere.
You didn’t think you and the Uchiha would share anything in common when you initially met, and yet, over the past several months, as you both worked together more in your class, the two of you had become kinda friends … or something of the sort.
You probably wouldn’t have admitted it at first, but he was cunning, witty and made for interesting conversation. Not to mention, there was a certain no-fucks-given essence to him that just made him so … intoxicating to you sometimes. Though you knew it shouldn’t.
His hair was short and unruly, wisps flying every which way. And half of his face was scarred, for why you didn’t know, though his stunning features remained very much intact. Truth be told, even those ridges lining the left of his face seemed to call to you, giving his look a sort of edge that made your insides hot.
His personality, which you had grown to enjoy over the past few months, also had a similar edge.
He was much different from the other guys in his fraternity. More of an outsider in the group. Though he would attend his frat’s parties, one of which he managed to even coax you into attending a few weeks back with your friends after you both aced a class project together, he was often quieter, cooler and more laid back than the others.
But, weirdly, everyone at the college still seemed to know him, more so than some of his frat’s more notorious rowdy members.
You had even both started to hang out in his dorm for study sessions recently outside of class, which was fine and all …
That is, until … last weekend.
You had been in Obito’s dorm room studying for an exam when he came up with the marvelous idea to “take the edge off.” Given the fact that you had both just been studying for about 4 hours straight, you agreed without thinking too much, eager for a break.
But that quickly changed at the time once he pulled out a large bag of weed from a safe in his closet.
“Wait, is that a scale?” you asked him incredulously, unable to hold back a loud laugh. Obito just smirked at you.
You guessed this explained why so many on campus seemed to know who Obito was, despite him being more reserved than the other members of his fraternity.
When he rolled up and took out his lighter and offered you a hit, you just stared at him, mouth still slightly hanging as you registered Obito had in fact been … the campus’ weed man.
He let out a throaty chuckle as he looked back at you.
“No?” he asked you, while holding up the joint at the time, gesturing with the lit item as if inviting you to take it.
“Uhh, no, I’m fine thanks, but … so when did you become the campus’ Pablo Escobar?” you said, still gawking at the Uchiha’s sudden change in a matter of minutes.
After looking at you for a second longer, the Uchiha’s face suddenly wrinkled in realization of what you just said right before he burst into his throaty laugh. And you couldn’t help but join him.
For the next half hour, you both continued to relax in each other’s company during the study break. The two of you fell into your normal banter with ease after he started to tease you about never smoking weed upon you telling him.
“Next, you’re gonna say you’re a virgin,” Obito said before tilting his head back on the couch, laughing.
You recalled stilling at the time, before you tried to awkwardly join him in laughing as your cheeks grew hot.
Once he collected his breath, he leaned back toward you on his couch, still smiling before he processed your tense frame.
“Wait … oh [y/n], are you?” he asked in his gravelly voice, clearly surprised.
You fought back the urge to wince from the reminder as you stood in front of him now outside your dorm building.
“Oh ma cheriiiieeeee?” Obito dragged out as he teased you, snapping you out of your thoughts as he started taking another step closer to you.
He had been calling you that ever since he found out about your virginity. The asshole used the French phrase as a play on “cherry,” a taunt often used by others in the frat to refer to those who shared your sexual status … or lack thereof for that matter.
Honestly, it wasn’t even that you didn’t like to fool around or were saving it for marriage, though you respected those who made that decision as well.
Guys just were a distraction. Enough of your sisters by your age had already had kids with men they thought loved them and were now alone raising them as a single mom, struggling.
You just felt like you couldn’t afford to take even the slightest chance to become sidetracked as you worked to maintain your high GPA average and keep your academic scholarship, all the while balancing interning.
So … for now, sex just had to wait.
“A little weird to still be sexualizing cherries in this day and age, no?” you said. Your eyes were still without emotion though a smile also formed at your lips.
He towered over you by about a foot. Though he was also supposed to be helping with his fraternity right now and should, therefore, be wearing the same signature colors of his frat, he stood before you now in a pair of dark joggers, a band t-shirt and a pair of sneakers. The Uchiha peered down at you with his teasing gaze as his grin grew wider.
Seriously, though, what a specimen of a man. You probably would need to take a cold shower once you were upstairs.
“Now, if you don’t mind,” you said, the corners of your mouth still turning upwards, as you started to walk up the stairs to the building.
He was a dick, but you knew a small part of you enjoyed that.
You could hear his low chuckle from behind you as you walked, sounding just as close from before for some reason, despite you walking away from him. When you reached the door to the hall, you heard that low timbre just inches from your ear, making you suddenly jerk your head around.
“So, you don’t want to come to the yard sale?” the Uchiha, who you just realized followed you upstairs, said from behind you now.
Now turned halfway to him at the door, your eyes scrunched as your lips parted into an open-mouthed smile. “Why on earth would I do that?”
You chortled as you motioned your hands to the scores of women out on the grass, many of them giggling and behaving flirtatiously as they interacted with some of the frat boys. “I think your egos will be more than sated after today.”
You then looked over at several other girls who had been staring at Obito from the side of the building as you and he talked even now before looking back at the Uchiha, smiling.
“Shouldn’t you be working now, anyway?” you asked. Your tone was still playfully teasing, though, in the back of your mind, you could swear you felt a small hint of jealousy toward the women.
Obito, whose half-turned grin stayed in place as he looked down toward you, hadn’t taken his eyes off you.
Waving his hand nonchalantly behind him toward his frat’s yard sale, he said, “Meh, I think they’re taking care of it.”
You snorted at Obito’s laziness before you turned back around to open the door and headed for the elevator to your floor. You could hear his slow steps following you from behind, making you purse your lips, before you stepped onto the elevator.
“What if … I gave you a discount on something,” your heard Obito say mischievously as he stepped on the elevator with you.
“On what exactly?” you said, amused as you turned to face him while leaning against the corner of the elevator.
He sniggered as he leaned against the corner on the opposite side before he forced his face to fall flat. His visage now seemed more serious than before, his features tense.
“My balls,” he said.
His words coupled with his expression made you wrinkle your face in disgust as he started to break out in a roaring laugh. “You can be so disgusti–”
“Wait, wait,” he said, still laughing before hastily retrieving something from his pocket as you both walked off the elevator. “I meant literally, I was just goofing.”
When you stopped in front of the door to your room, unlocking it, you annoyingly dragged your eyes over to the small box he was now holding.
Stress balls, of course. Idiot.
You sucked in your lips, struggling not to laugh as the Uchiha leaned in front of your doorframe now, just so he could get a better view of your face.
“What makes you think I would want your balls,” you jested at him, laughing as you walked into your room.
Obito continued to chuckle as he entered. But he didn’t say anything in response at first as he took a look around your room for the first time. As his eyes scanned some of the band and film posters, as well as the family pictures you set out on your desk, you began to get comfortable, sliding into your slippers and fetching a pair of water bottles from the fridge.
Smirking as you curled into the corner of your couch, you addressed Obito as he continued to take in your room, “Looked your fill?”
The remark drew a half grin from the Uchiha as he turned to face you and slowly started to walk over to the other side of the couch.
“Ma cheriiieee,” he said in that same smug tone as his eyes raked over your face while he eased down on the other end of the love seat, picking up the other cool bottle of water you set out. “A water for me?”
“Uh I didn’t say that was for you,” you joked slyly as he took the first sip. He ended up choking slightly mid-sip from your comment, chuckling, before he set down the water.
“Oh I am sorry, ma chérie,” he added, again emphasizing his little French taunt.
“Ugh keep it up,” you said, smirking as you continued to sip at your bottle. “Enjoy it while it lasts.”
He scoffed as he leaned further into the couch, tilting his head back.
“What?” you asked as you took in his reaction. He then brought his head up, donning his signature half-grin as he spoke.
You felt a tingling build in your chest under his gaze. He could be an asshole but damn if he didn’t turn you on sometimes … especially when you both would fall into these flirtatious back and forths from time to time.
“If it’s lasted this long,” he said chuckling, “it will probably last a long time.”
He nestled even more into couch as he closed his eyes and relaxed.
Ugh. But most times, he was just an asshole.
“You really think that?” you asked him, your tone slightly louder than before, reflecting a hint of the annoyance you started to feel creeping up.
His grin widened while his head remained tilted back. His limbs loose as he continued chilling on the couch.
He could be so unbelievably cocky sometimes.
“Just because I’m not fawning over you, like you’re probably used to,” you said, prompting a light laugh from Obito, “doesn’t me I’m some, some …”
“Some prude or something,” you managed to get out, despite your frustration.
Obito raised his eyebrow, slightly opening his eyes to look at you, his half grin appearing again.
“Is that so?” he said.
“Hell yes,” you answered hastily and with defensiveness before beginning to laugh incredulously. “I mean do you honestly think there aren’t other ways for people to … to get off?”
Obito squished his eyebrows together as he started to turn his head more toward you, his interest clearly peaking in the topic.
Girl, retreat. This man had trouble and sin written all over him.
“Well, what if I call bullshit,” he said, his eyes seeming to grow darker as they looked into yours, before dipping lower.
Damn. Usually, in situations like this, which had been happening more with the Uchiha lately, you would jokingly pull back with some taunt or wisecrack to lighten the mood.
But he was just so damn tempting.
Your chest heaved a little higher that moment. His eyes flickered to the area, where the loose material of your romper did well in concealing your bosom.
Your legs, however, where the romper had ridden up just inches below your underwear, not so much, as Obito’s gaze traveled the scope of your lower half before finding your eyes again.
His scarred side of his lip curled upwards as he looked at your now-parted lips before you closed them, pursing them until you managed to flatten them entirely. His eyes narrowed as he raised his head up before he slowly moved his hand to grip the top of the couch near you, and scooted closer to you.
Gods, what did you start? And could you keep going? Wait, no. Scratch that. Should you keep going?
You bit your lip. Oof, if there was ever a man up until now that made you question your current vow to abstinence while in college, it was certainly him.
“Maybe … you could show me how,” he said slowly, that troublesome glint in his eyes as he gauged your reaction, his face now inches from yours.
Yeah, you definitely needed to keep going. Just not … too far.
“Wouldn’t you like that,” you said in a teasing, lower tone now as you couldn’t help but begin to close the inches between his and your face.
“Very,” he said with that devious little half grin, his dark eyes looking at your eyes and then your parted lips that were now so close to his.
When your breath hitched against his lips, Obito’s crashed into yours. He kissed you slowly and deeply as you melted from the smoldering contact. His lips were soft, yet forceful in their movements.
He felt so good.
You felt yourself succumbing to his vigor, your mind becoming hazy as your body began to grow sensitive all over. You were overcome by a burning desire to feel more of him that increased by the second, an aching need to touch him … to be against him.
You started to arch against him on the couch, drawing a guttural sound from Obito as he responded in kind, bringing his large hands around you as they roamed your back and gripped your waist.
Feeling yourself begin to lose control, you pressed further against the Uchiha before you brought your leg over to the other side of him, now straddling him.
Watch yourself now, girl.
“Shit,” he said against your lips, his tone heavy as his breaths increased in pace as your hips began to slowly slide down his lower torso.
When your warm heat finally rested over the hardening erection in his pants, he clenched his eyes shut for a moment as his grip on your hips became more firm.
“Wait,” he said, his voice husky as he raised your hips slightly. You opened your eyes to his lidded, ebony orbs staring intensely back into yours.
Ugh, not now.
“Maybe … gods, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but maybe we should … slow down,” he said in that raspy voice of his as he started to steady his breathing.
“I … I’m not trying to tak–”
“Oh, let me assure you,” you cut him off, smirking as you realized what he was going to say. You leaned your face closer to his, drawing a confused expression from Obito before you spoke less than an inch away from his lips.
“You won’t be taking anything,” you said before claiming his lips again.
Though you were addressing the Uchiha then, your words were also a reminder to yourself. This is not sex, you’re just using him to get off … and maybe he’ll get off in the process.
Nothing more, nothing less.
For a second, Obito’s eyebrows were still drawn together with apparent confusion before they too relaxed as you continued to kiss him more deeply this time, bringing your hands up to both sides of his face while your hips eased back down on his.
As you sucked on his lower lip, rubbing your thumb along the ridges of the left side of his face, you could feel him begin to deepen your embrace, his breaths growing ragged again while his hands slowly started to travel down your back.
When you rolled your hips for the first time, Obito’s breath caught. He looked up at you as you smirked back at him, your eyelids heavy, before the scarred side of his face again tugged at the corners of his mouth.
You seized on his lips again at that moment, prompting a low hum to escape that made you yearn more for him as the minutes sailed by.
When you began to roll your hips against his again, you moaned into the kiss from the sensation of your throbbing sex becoming slaked by his now rock-hard bulge. Your moans grew louder as you continued to sate your lust with every drag of your hips.
The closer you got to your peak, the more you writhed wildly against him. The sensitive peaks of your breasts graze his chest through the thin clothing as you continued to move up and down, feeding your need for the Uchiha.
“Gods,” he groaned against your lips before his hands gripped tighter around your hips and one clenched your ass.
The low timbre of his voice fueled your want. You started to imagine there were no clothes between either of you, just for the moment, as you continued rubbing against him.
“Shit, what are you … doing to … to me,” he breathed out as he looked at you, his desire increasing tenfold once he saw how flushed your cheeks were, how close you were to reaching your peak as you you stared back at him more wantonly with every stroking motion your hot sex made against his pulsating length.
When you finally started to cum, tilting your head back as your hips rolled with more haste against his, the Uchiha groaned hoarsely as he felt himself beginning to unfold. How he wanted to take you here and now, he thought as you began to forcefully move your hips even faster against his erection.
He groaned more as you continued to moan from the ecstasy that seemed to flow from your core to the tips of your fingers, throughout your entire body.
Somehow, he could feel himself beginning to meet you there minutes later as he watched you writhe above him, his climax getting closer and closer.
“Ughhhhhh,” he let out as his own impending orgasm hit, his eyes shutting tightly, his powerful hands still clenching hard down on your hips and ass while your hot, clothed sex rubbed forcefully against his.
When the feeling became too much, he groaned as he held your hips in place with considerable strength while he continued to ride out his high. He leaned against your hand while you still held his scarred cheek, caressing the raised ridges as both your panting filled the silence.
Once your breathing steadied moments later, you chuckled as you scooted back on his thighs while looking down at his pants. Though his joggers were dark grey, there was an even darker circle where his still hard erection remained noticeable.
Obito opened his lidded eyes slowly as you giggled, his eyebrows drawn together immediately in apparent confusion. His half-grin returned as he watched you laugh while his hands slowly slid his hands up to your waist.
“And just what are you laughing a–” he started to say in a smug tone as he raked his lidded eyes from your face to the same direction where you were looking. His eyes suddenly widened.
“Oh shit,” he said in a low incredulous tone, his grip around your waist loosening just a little as he leaned further.
When he looked up to meet your gaze again, he grinned as he found the proud, smug smile that rested there.
“Hmmm,” you hummed arrogantly as he cocked his head at you, studying your expression for a moment.
“Guess you can’t call bullshit anymore,” you suddenly burst out when you couldn’t hold it back anymore, laughing loudly.
Obito scrunched his eyebrows before he immediately tilted head back to let out a thunderous laugh. You both were in fits for several minutes.
When the laughter finally began to die down, you got up and walked to your closet to fetch something.
Obito was still chuckling to himself when you returned with a small container and paper towels in hand before you tossed it to him.
He caught both without even turning to look as his eyes rested back on you.
When he did finally get to look at the items, he looked back up at you, his tongue darting across front of his bottom row of teeth with amusement.
“Now, clean yourself up,” you said jokingly, drawing another laugh from Obito as you went to retrieve a few waters from the fridge.
Bending down, you caught the Uchiha staring at you, ogling your frame as his lips curled back over his teeth into a ravenous smile.
“Hmmm so I didn’t really need that discount after all,” you said smugly again as you stood up. Obito’s eyes squinted at you as he gritted teeth, the left corner of his lip rising.
“Keep it up,” he said in a hoarse tone before biting his lip as he got ready to reach for you again.