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Your smooth skin was asking to be caressed. Your eyes were like a void that absorbed all his worries and gave him calm every time he looked at them. Your height was the perfect to be encaged between his arms. And your smile... God, your smile was a sigh he wanted to see forever, it made his days brighter, so much more better, it made his sorrows go away.

The first time he saw you, you were like a lost puppy accompained by Father and hugging his arm to guide you to the partner of your life, you didn't had wings yet, but your beauty could be described with the world Angel.

And when your Father introduced you, you were as fascinated as him for how brilliantly beautiful he was. His bright and big white wings contrasted with his black long hair.

His hair was stylised for the occasion, a slight blush spreading through his pale cheeks as he taked you in, your whole– new–  being, before greeting you nervously. The adoration was written all over his face, and you were sure in yours it could be also distingued the same feeling.

He wanted to treasure you forever. And that was mutual.

You connected from the first moment, being that you had been made for each other.

It took you a short time to work on your relationship with God together, he being one of the highest ranked angels really helped so that you could finally win your wings.

The more time you passed together, the more he felt his love for you growing. And when you won  your wings he looked at you with even more glowing eyes, adorating you in every way possible even when you had a expression of pain planted on your face and blood on your back due to the wings that so much effort and pain have cost you to achieve.

He was proud of you.

And he showed you that, praising and remainding you for every little effort and detail you had done for this.

When your back finally healed, he take you on a fly to show you the whole Heaven, taking your hand and kissing you here and there, accompanied by small comments of motivation, love and security, promising to be by your side and help you in every step of your life, to always take care of you.

And he accomplished all his words, taking care of you every nigth, showing how much he loved and appreciated you. And in the day, even when both of you had different ranks and obviously different jobs and tasks to do, he would make sure to sneak into the route of your day at least twice a day and giving you the motivation you needed to continue with your tasks.

Your schedule ended much earlier than his, so you normally walked through the golden neighborhood, greeting the people you passed. And even though you knew it was wrong, you would take a look at the part of Heaven where humans lived, secretly admiring them and wishing you were one of them, without worries or jobs, just enjoying their eternal life.

Another of your hobbies was making sweets, although Angels don't need to eat. And Suguru, despite the fact that some of the things you made were too sweet for his liking and he didn't liked to eat, always ate it, at least he would take a bite and praise you for the impressive flavor that exploded in his mouth deliciously and delicately.

Someone who did enjoy your traits was his best friend Satoru, who always had a sweet tooth. He would get in your way to asking for your food often. And soon enough you two became friends.

He was always so full of energy and joy, even in the worst scenarios imaginables. He always was brigthing.

You admired him, being that he was one of the highest ranked angels, he was so powerful that some of the angels would make whispered comments saying that he was God. But he always discarded his comments, threatening to tell Father if they didn't stop. And you would laugth at him because you knew that kind of comments strokes his ego even more and he was saying that only to maintain his holy appearance.

One day, you were with Satoru taking a calm walk, having a light and trivial conversation, wanting to take a breath from all the religious thing.

When you looked around you, you saw the people whispering things about you two. More specifically, how you were cheating on Suguru with Satoru. You turned around to try and shut them down by saying some snarky remark, but Satoru stopped you by grabbing you by your arm and saying in your ear that they can say whatever they want, it doesn't matter as long as you know what you are doing.

You couldn't comprehend how he can put up with all the things that are said about him.

Although you knew you weren't cheating on Suguru, you felt bad, it just doesn't feel right to have people say that. So you stop spending so much time with Satoru after that.

Suguru knew what people were saying, but he didn't want to make you feel worse, so instead, he indulged you in a simple and intimate dinner made by him.

—Don't worry, my Angel. It's not your fault, you know how people are.

—But– he cuts you off by feeding you a strawberry.

Now you are cuddling on the couch, the delicious dinner already eaten. And you are feeding each other with his favourite dessert, strawberry with whipped cream.

—Anyway– you say swallowing the strawberry– they partly have reason to think that, lately you have been more distant and I spend more time with him. I already know that you have a lot of work and that you spend every free time that you have with me. But I can't help looking at other couples and feeling a little bad when I see how they give each other presents, don't take it the wrong way, I know you don't do it on purpose but before you used to make me more surprisies like dinner today.

—Hey,– he looks down at you in your spot in his chest and cups your face— Listen. ¹The essence of love is how much we give of ourselves. The best gift is neither roses nor sweets. It is to provide your concentration. Love becomes so focused on another person that for a moment you forget who you are. Attention tells you: "I value you so much that I give you my most valuable asset: my time." Whenever you dedicate your time, you are making a sacrifice, and sacrifice is the essence of love. It is possible to give without loving, but not to love without giving.¹

He takes a moment to appreciate your features before talking again.

—With this I'm saying that, as you've already said, I give you all my free time. If I could spend my whole time with you, belive me, I'd do it. But sadly I can't, and i feel so bad for it. And... can I tell you a secret?– he whispered his last words in you ear and you can feel his lips curving into a smile– I spend all of my time thinking about you, when I'm doing paperwork or any mission, my mind always ends up thinking in all the things I want to do with you, and... the other day I was so invested in my daydreaming that I hit a column while flying.

You know he says that to make you laugth, and he does it.

Your laugth is melodical to him, and he wishes he can just stay like this forever, with you laughing in his arms.

You look up at him, admiring how his laughter reverberates through his chest.

—Hey! Don't laugth at me. It was your fault that I fell.

—How was that my fault?

—It is your fault, for living in my head. So I have to make you fall too...

He then starts tickling you, making you explode into a loud laugh that resonates though your whole house. And yes, you ended up falling, but from the couch.

You are under him breathing rapidly, he has you encaged between his arms to the floor, and he is looking at you tenderly with a gentle smile playing on his lips. He leans in to give you a sweet kiss before get you up off the ground and guiding you to your bedroom.

—Tomorrow is another day, my Angel. We have to rest to be full of energy. So let's go to bed shall we?

You only nod in response and by the time you are snuggling into Suguru, far asleep, he is studying your face with a longing smile.

The next few years Suguru treats you like a pillow princess, making sure you know how much he loves you. And you feel like you are in a dream, floating in your own little love space, feeling your chest so full of his love. Loving the way he looks at you, the way his lips presses little kisses in your face every morning, awaking you by your own giggles.

God, you are so blessed to have him. You truly are in a cloud of love and affection.

You'll always love his smile, the way it's gently tugging at his lips, the way it makes you feel secure.

So why is that same smile of his looking at you mockingly? Why? Even when he is smiling right now, his aura has changed completely. It has gone from comforting and angelic to dark and demonic, filling you with discomfort and fear instead of love and peace.

And he is looking you in the eyes. As he reveals before God, acclaiming that He doesn't care about angels. That He have never cared. Saying that He does not give us the help and attention that we deserve because He spens all his time and attention in taking care of humans. Humans, the creatures that were made in his likeness and that have done nothing but harm him.

You can feel yourself break as you see the way his eyes has changed, now they convey a kind of indifference that is intertwined with anger. And you feel sick to your stomach as you see him fight Satoru, his best friend.

All the people are looking at you, the suffocating feeling of being the center of attention as they wait for you to interfere makes your chest tight as it fills with nothing more than the fear of being a disappointment, than the feeling of dislike yourself because people right now will feel sorry for you. They will think that you also have something to do with it, or that you could have done something to prevent this from happening, and sincerely you think the same.

He is not the only angel that is revealing, apparently he has gathered quite a number of angels who think the same as him, that humans are not more than mere monkeys, that angels are superior to them. And you can't understand how or why he has changed. The loving man is long gone, and in his place is a man who seems to be empty, who doesn't feel like him. Or has he been fooling you all these years about who he really is? Do he even care about you? You really couldn't tell.

You stepped in the little civil war when an angel drags you to it, placing you right in front of him.

—I have her, Sir. What do you want now?

At this point you are just crying with a poker face, looking at him with empty eyes.

His face softens for a split of second before returning to his imposing form. His eyes are scanning your face as to engrave you in his soul. God, it's like he is some kind of masochist. He knows he'll regret doing this to you, leaving you. His pretty little angel. His prayers and promises fulfilled. But he doesn't want you to suffer with him, he doesn't want you to lose your precious wings. He allows himself to regret everything for just one second before going back to his rebellion, relising in the feeling of nostalgia.

—You still can go back, Son. You can regret right now.

The mass of rebels just fight even more vigorously. Although you can see a couple of them doubt. But is not long after other angels kills them right away, without giving them a chance to rethink what they are doing.

You look up to your Father, who remains as calmed as always.

You can't believe this, some of his "sons" as he likes to call, have killed other of them coldly. And he still doesn't do anything.

You are brougth back to your senses when you feel a hand tugging at the front of your white robes. And you remember you are in front of who you thought it was the love of your life.

His face is right in front of yours, the only thing separating you two is mere centimeters of air. His look is hard, looking into your lifeless eyes.

—I'm sorry my Angel.

You can only gather the rigth amount of strength and make your brain function to look at him with disgust and anger. But he can still see, hear, the plea as you mutter a low

—Stay, please.

It makes his chest so tight it might explode. Feeling his throat tightening impossibly tight to stop himself from crying right then and there and screw it all. Your little voice sounds so broke, so lifeless. He's sure it'll haunt him for the rest of eternity.

Just as you extended your arm to bring him closer, needing a last hug, you see how he moves away from you. It seems to be in slow motion, like a horrible nightmare. You feel that the more you try to reach him, the further away he is from you.

And finally, you are so close to reach him. But you didn't notice the way he has moved to the edge of the clouds. Looking tenderly into your eyes for a last time before stepping back and falling in front of you. So close but at the same time so far away.

—I love you, my Angel.

Realising what's happening and finally coming out of your stupor, you release a painful and heartbroking cry that resounds throughout Heaven, making the other angels stop to see what happens and stop you from throwing yourself with him.

—No! No! Don't go! Suguru! Don't fell! I love you!– your voice breaks and your throat hurts from how you're screaming. At this point you're just screaming, not saying anything and letting it all out. You're moving and struggling sharply to free yourself from the three pairs of arms that are holding you back.

—Let go of me! I wanna go with him! Please! Please Suguru don't leave me! Don't leave me here! Take me with you!

You're finally released from the restainting arms and throw yourself to Suguru. But it's too late. When you reach the part where he was seconds ago, you can see how his precious, white and bright wings, are turning into a disgustingly dark color, black, the colour of the fallen angels. They are just a shadow of what they were before. And as you see him falling apart in front of you, hearing him scream and cry in pain, you're sure you can see something on his forehead.

—Is that mark on his forehead of a dem...?

You can't finish your sentence as you feel someone behind you, and you still can't tear your gaze away from him. You can see him smile for a last time before you feel a little tap on your forehead and everything just fades away.

When you wake up, it feels like months have passed. Which you were correct, as a nurse tells you all that had happened in the three months you were restoring yourself.

After some advice given from the nurse that's been looking after you and a little talk with her you found out that your death has been being contemplated. There were people who accused and said that it was your fault.

In your way to your house you are haunted by the comments and not so well hidden accusations. "It's her fault", "She only had one task that was to look after him, and she didn't accomplished with it", "If only she had talked to him", "Isn't she the angel who's partner fell?", "I feel sorry for her, it must be hard".

You only pass by them with a straight face, ignoring them. But deep down, you feel like they are correct. Their comments are sulking through your skin in many ways posibles, making your mind spirals with doubt and memories of him– the reason of your existence, literally.

Days turns into weeks and months into years as the time passes by. And you are struck in the same spot as you were when you waked up in the hospital. Each day blends into another and your life is no more ecstatic and bright, it's monotonous and dark. He was the only one that could give your life a reason.

Each day you would go for a walk, bound by Satoru, who was helping you in your duel.

You would always hear the comments of the people taking you down.

Listening to Satoru trying to bring your positive and emotional self back.

Listening to him trying to convince you to doing your recipes that he always loved, only to hear yourself declining his offer rather coldly than kindly.

You would suck it all up, even when other angels harmed you, cutting your beautiful wings that you and Suguru put so much effort into, claiming that you didn't deserve them.

Only for you to explode some day, ending up crying in Satoru’s arms, wishing it was Suguru who held you tight to him.

You would maybe, just maybe, try to take a look at your photos that adorned your house, which you have not had the courage to approach them because the moment you do it you feel your chest tighten.

One day, Satoru finally comes up with a way to make you feel better and maybe let your pain go and heal.

His idea was giving you some of the stuff Suguru had left.

And you accepted it. Looking through his private things with disinterested and tired eyes.

The day after that, you received a letter from Father. And you glup, fearing its inside and somehow hoping to be your death letter.

But you weren't expecting for two letters from Suguru to be inside the letter, a little note falling to your couch as you take them from it.

'I see your affliction, and I hear your pleas. I know what your situation is, what your thoughts, feelings and wishes are. I know what you are going through, and that is why I tell you: I do not ignore your prayers, I listen to each and every one of them. Do not throw in the towel, go ahead and do not stop talking to me, because I am your protection and your strength. Trust in me. I love you, Daughter. ♡ '

You can't help but to laught after reading that. Now, after five years. It's now that he dares to brind you his attention.

After all Suguru was rigth. He doesn't pay you the attention you need.

You take the rest of the day just listening to music to try to clear your mind.

It's not until a week after that you found yourself opening the letter again, laying in the bed that used to be filled with love and passion just five years ago.

You read the one that draws your attention the most, which happens to be the last letter he had written for you.

'For my dear Angel.

I know that when you read this it will have been a long time since I have left, because I have asked Satoru to be like that. I want you to read this when you've finally gotten over me, and if you've been given it before then, I hope this helps you get over me.

I know this won't be easy for you. That you will think that it is your fault for not having been a better partner. But I want you to know that this is not true. It's my fault, and right now it's eating me alive and I haven't done anything yet. I can't imagine how I'll be the day you read this.

I'd like to give you a reason why I've done this, but I can't. Don't take me wrong, it's just that I don't even know, it just comes out on my own. Even when I try to suppress that side of me, I feel like it grows stronger. And I know that I should have discussed it with Father and with you, but deep down I also know that that dark side that is calling me is right.

To be honest, I think I've been possessed by a mental-type parasitic demon. But if I say something, they will have to erase my memory to get it out, and I don't want to have to forget you.

You are a big part of my life, if not life itself. I love and value you very much, and I want you to know that you will always have a space in my heart and in my mind, even when the parasite takes a large part of me and I am only a glimpse of what I used to be. I will always be there, thinking of you, imagining what it would be like to continue having a life with you.

I prefer having a cursed eternity thinking about you and missing you than a suspiciously good eternity without remembering you.

I do not want to extend this any longer, so I'll say a last goodbye.

Goodbye, my Angel, I love you, I'll always do' .

Your heart races like a maniac and you are sure you can feel it in your throat. All you hear is your trumping rhythm against every surface.

It was your fault. People are right. You are the reason of his rebellion against Father. You are a terrible partner for not comforting him, even when he didn't said anything about his worries, you could've been through this together.

You take the pillow and snuggle against it, imagining it's Suguru and making a escenario in your head in which he comforts you, just as you've been doing all this time to calm yourself.

This time works as well as the others, and you fall asleep between tears. Again.

In the middle of the night you wake up by feeling a hand caress your cheek and soft lips pressing a kiss into your cheek and forehead. And you immediately open your eyes.

It's him. This is his presence.

When you open your eyes your vision has turned blurry and you only can figure out a man standing in front of you.

It's him. I can feel him, his feelings. He is staring at me nostalgically.

You reach up to cup his face and he leans into the warmth of your touch, wetting your palm with his tears as he smiles at you.

—I miss you, Suguru. I love you.– You can sense his panic of being caught and you have the feeling of him needing to go– We could've been through this together.

He can see your sad smile and your tears stained cheeks, and he feels like absolute shit for doing this to you.

—I'm sorry. Please forgive me, my Angel. I love you.

Then he leans in and flicks his fingers in your forehead. Making all of your word turn black.

You wake up panting and crying. The horrendous feeling from before you fell asleep now is multiplied by three as you tug at your chest before screaming in pain.

You know he was here. Not in your physical world, but in your mind. It's no secret high ranked angels can sneak into your mind. And you wonder how many times he has done this. Maybe he was that strange presence you sensed in most part of your dreams.

He was looking after you. Just like you should  done all those years ago.

You take a shaky breath before trying to move on from this. And it's not long after a few months that you found yourself opening the letter again.

Taking a few breaths to shoot yourself down. You start reading.

²Prayer for my Beloved God,

Today I want to pray for my Angel, even though you have not created her yet. I want to ask you to take care of and keep that young woman who will be my life partner, the one that you'll create for me.

That woman whom I will be able to kiss and hug as many times as I want without fear of sinning, because she will be my wife.

Help me from now on to be faithful to you, in order to be faithful to her, do not let my eyes and my heart go after the Delilah who say they love me, but who really want to take out my eyes.

Help me love her with my heart in such a way that even her defects are perfect for me and that instead of moving away, those are the ones that attract me. Give me the necessary courage to form a life with her and give her the security, the confidence and the certainty that I will guide her to you, my firm rock, my light in the darkness and soon help in the midst of tribulation.

In short, help me to be the man that she deserves and with whom she is always, where we both talk and never tire of listening to each other, where every time we see each other we love each other more, where the fire and passion are so much between the two that we enjoy every second as if it were the last until the day that death separated us,

amen.²

Is a letter to Father, asking for him to create you.

And then it all hits you right in your face.

You were made for him.

You only were a petition of an angel. And if you were created for him, then you were created with a personality he would like, with a body and face he would like.

Were you all this time acting the ways you were only because of him? Your choices were based on what he would like, or what you would like? Did you even have own things you like?

Who were you? The angel who was made for him.

For him.

You would be nothing without him, God, you wouldn't even exist. Was he aware of this? That you are just a fake angel who has no personality because it was made for his liking.

Seriously, who were you?

You felt your word collapse over you. It was all suffocating and at the same time it was like a void, you didn't feel anything and at the same time you felt bad, an overwhelming disgust on yourself, on him, on your Father for even create you.

The next 500 years you were like an empty person. Your eyes were lifeless, just as you were without the angel that prayed for your existence.

And the following 500 years, you were finally starting to heal with the help of Satoru.

Everything was going well. You an Suguru met in your dreams every once in a while, and you could feel each and every time how he felt about you.

He regretted asking Father to create you.

Not because of your existence, but because he didn't want you to be so lost in the hopelessness. He feels like it's his fault that you were suffering.

Gradually he would stop visiting you. In order to not hurt you both, saying that it's time to move on, even when the two of you are sure that would be imposible.

It's not until the end of the time itself that you finally see him after over a million years.

It's the final war.

And it's already written. The Celestial realm is going to win.

But you can't help to look for him in the great and fearsome army that you face with other angels.

And he is looking for you too.

After a good time battling, your face is all covered in blood and you have a few arrows stuck in different parts of your body.

You feel numb and tired. But that feeling fades into something between surprise, sadness and love when your eyes lit up looking at him.

He is as stunnished as you. And he wastes no time in run into you, you do the same thing and meet him in a tight hug. Your last hug before one of you die.

It's so warm. It feels like being finally in home, accompanied with the person you love.

Honestly, you knew you weren't over him. Call it that you were made to love him. Or that the true love always remains. You didn't know but you stopped questioning and studying all of your aspects a long ago.

—I love you, my Angel.

—I love you too, Suguru.

You look up at him, scanning his face for a last time, seeing how his forehead, in fact, has a demon mark. How his teeths were more pointedly, how he has gown black horns that combine with his black wings, that at this point of the battle are half broken.

Tears swell in both of your eyes as you look at each other, your love remaining invincible and strong even in the middle of a war.

You prepped his blood stained face with kisses, just as he used to do to you, before pressing your lips together. He let out a tiny cry before returning your kiss.

Even in the chaos and the war, the magnificent and strong love remains as warm as it is.

You cradled each other's face in your palms and just take a moment to appreciate each other.

It's all so warm.

So that even though you feel more arrows being thrown at you, and you see the same thing happening to him. You didn't stop admiring your mere and soon ended existence.

Even when you feel a few arrows with fire being nailed in you and your beloved. Nothing is going to sink into your heart as much as the love that flows between the two of you. It's not going to hurt because your love it's so comforting that everything stops hurting and it doesn't matter because of him.

You snuggle into his chest for a last time. Listening to his calming heart, that made all the rest of the word and its noises fade away. It makes you calm, he makes you calm in ways you haven't been in years.

And just as you are closing your eyes, you can hear him, his chest vibrating with each of the words that he says.

—³When our sight becomes accustomed to the fire that surrounds the Father of all believers,– your eyes opens as you look up at him, remembering how you two read and studyed that book together. This was the text for which you approved and won your wings.– we distinguish in that frame of light two people united in the closest conjugal ties, of the same faith, the same hope, the same purpose.– you say the next part together, your last words, your last memories– Two hearts united by God in the same purpose, no one separates them.³

And with that, all has faded into black. And for the first time you feel in peace, resting with the person you love.

The love of your embrace sealed by iridescent fire.

Your embrace in the midst of war became an embrace of death, while you were on fire. But that didn't feel like that for the two of you. For you it was the fire of love manifesting itself for people to remember that the love conquers all, that there's no need to figth and kill people when you can love and take care of them.

And soon your hug became the symbol of love, of peace. In the reminder that whatever happens, love will always prevail.

And, after that, your hug was the reason the war ended. Everyone seemed to remember where they came from, the things and people they love.

After all, you did have a purpose. And it was for your love to became the peace of the word. To reconciliate the Heaven and the Hell.

And God, even when He knew all of what had happened would hurt, he also knew that a world of all his creations living together between love, without worries and with calm. Was worth the pain of seeing his most beautiful creations fade away, crying in a bitterly sweet love.

Credits:

¹A life with purpose – Rick Warren.

²@/Dioscreahistoriasdeamor in Instagram.

The constant buzz of the tattoo guns coming from the rooms around was intimidating and overwhelming, with you sitting on the black leather couch tense like a cat in an unknown territory, entered only by an accident. The basement where the parlor was located, was pleasurably cold with air conditioning set at just at the perfect comfort temperature, compared to the hot and humid summer outside.

It was your first-ever tattoo, and you had no idea what to expect; the internet was not helpful - reading the different comments of various people ranging from it’s not that bad, it’s not that much pain and it depends on the place on your body that is being tattooed, to the complete opposite, and stories about the pain regardless of the place and size of the tattoo. “A personal thing” as most people called it. And your friends, the ones who had already done one or more tattoos were not helpful at all too - from an “it’s like a mosquito bite, nothing more” to “yeah, I passed out while being inked”. And the fact that you were waiting for your turn over 30 minutes after your planned appointment wasn’t helping either!

So when one of the doors opened you almost jumped in place. But it wasn’t who you expected to see, not the man who you were appointed to - the black-haired woman, with a lotus tattoo on her neck and few small inks on her arms exited the room, laughing at someone who was still inside. She threw a few curious gazes at you, although it felt more like she was judging you. Soon, a man with a surgical mask on his face also exited the room, locking the doors behind him. Few words were exchanged between them, the terminal beeped announcing the accepted transaction and with a short “bye” she was gone, leaving you perplexed and the silver-haired man absorbed in his own task.

But the man didn’t let you stay silent for a long while. “How can I help you?” He raised his head from above the counters, and smiling only with his eyes he spoke to you.

“I-” it startled you. “I’m- Ugh- appointed to Uchiha Obito for a- For a tattoo?”

“Uh-oh?” His eyebrows went up in a surprised frown. He tapped something quickly on the keyboard, to look back at you with a hint of disbelief in his eyes. “You’re still waiting for your turn?”

With a single nod, you confirmed his words, making the man huff with anger and irritation.

“Don’t move, please. I’ll ask that dumbass when he is going to finish,” knocking at the doors he let out an exaggerated huff, waiting not-really-patiently until the buzzing sound stopped “Yo, Obito! You do realize that you have one more patient to do today?”

“I know and I’m done here.” The raspy voice came from the other room, tired and vexed, followed by something incoherent but very likely spoken to the “patient” in the room.

The man rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed by his co-worker’s behavior. “She’s been waiting for you for an hour already, ya know?” And like that, without waiting for any answer, the silver-haired man closed the doors.

“That’s a bit of an exaggeration…” You mumbled, feeling now even more anxious than you were before. Great, now this guy will be thinking that you made a big fuss about him being late.

“I know,” he smiled, giving you a little wink “but it will make him feel a little guilty about it.” Keys jingled as he put them into the backpack along with a few other personal things, but he didn’t manage to run away before the other “patient” left the room.

“You’re ready?” He asked once he was done with the payment and the other guy left, with a very painful look on his face (and that didn’t help either!). “Come on in.” Pointing at the doors, the man stood up from behind the counters ready to leave. “Good luck, you may need it,” he threw at you, again smiling with his eyes.

That didn’t help, not at all! You were anxious before, but now you wanted to just run away. But well, the advance has been paid already, and you were actually wanting this tattoo for such a long time… More things were speaking to actually get yourself together and go in there, rather than leave. A few deeper and longer breaths later you gather enough courage to knock on the doors, answered only by a simple “Come in!” and a chuckle.

The room, or should you say the study, was bright and it was despite the graphite walls. The darkness was dispersed by monochromatic paintings and drawings, a lot of artificial lights, and a big mirror hanging in front of the fold-out chair. The metal desk was swamped with papers, sketches, and other stuff you couldn’t name, and part of it was just covered by the black-haired figure.

“Sorry, darling, for it took so long but that was some damn problematic per-” He spoke, turning around on a chair, to face you. The tattoos on his right muscular arm seemed to match the ones on the same side of his neck and jaw where the claw-like pattern was reaching its end, or at least that’s what your imagination was telling you as a huge part of the tattoo was covered by the shirt. He smiled at you showing the even row of white teeth, dark eyes seemed quite cheerful and honest. “Ah, first-timer.”

“Excuse me, sir?”

“I can see it by the look on your face. Scared, don’t know what to expect, friends told you that it hurts like hell.” He said it like it was a perfectly normal and usual thing, “you can call me Obito no need for the formalities, and you’re...” The man looked at something on the laptop, throwing one or two curious gazes at you, “(Y/n)? Oh, the tattoo under the shoulder blade.”

“Yeah. The dragon one.” Little unsure, but you confirmed, still looking around with hesitation and anxiety, trying to gather as many pieces of information and details about your soon-to-be-a-torturer as you could.

“Alright,” he rummaged through the papers with one hand, and with the other, he pointed to the chair, “remove the top and lay down on your belly there. You can leave your clothes under.”

Ugh… Clothes? Right.

The anxiety didn’t leave you but you did as he said, being thankful that he was occupied by something else. When you laid down, you only heard a low chuckle, and in the mirror, you could see how he turned with his head tilted to the side staring at your back.

“Bra too, princess. I won’t be able to even put a stencil on.”

“Can you… Turn away?” Feeling the blush hinting at your cheeks you asked silently, but enough for him to hear.

Obito rolled his eyes, but surprisingly he did. “You are really an innocent one, aren’t you?” He was still chuckling, you could just hear that. But he just kept talking while you were getting rid of the bra, “if it makes any better, I’ve been tattooing breasts before. I’m doing piercings there too, nothing unusual to see.”

“Well, I’m not that innocent,“ you murmured lying again, having a feeling that your breasts are perfectly visible anyway, “I have my ears pierced after all. I- I’m ready.”

He chuckled at your comment immediately turning around, and without any wait, he got to work. The big mirror in front of you gave you the possibility to look more or less thoroughly at what he was doing - from gloved hands wiping the skin with something smelling sharp, rubbing some cold lotion on it, to putting a stencil on it, all the time with full focus maintained on his face, like nothing but the piece of skin existed on the entire world. At first, you thought that he would be rough but… The touch was surprisingly delicate and cautious, with no sparing movements and contacts. There was something relaxing in it and calm, even though the black latex of his gloves you could feel that his hands were warm.

“Alright, you can see it now.”

“See?”

“Yeah, if it fits as you’ve planned.”

“How am I supposed to stand now-”

“Here,” he handed you a folded clean towel, the smile never leaving his face. “You can cover yourself with this.”

Out of instinct, you tried to cover your front while still laying down which only drawn another chuckle out of the man, but you did your best to ignore it, and surely tried not to blush like hell. Especially when the taller man stood in front of you, a small mirror raised enough so you could see a reflection of your back in it.

Well, the placement was perfectly how you wanted it to be - starting almost at the top of your back, going a bit on the spine and under the shoulder blade to end up on your ribs. The design was changed a few times since the beginning, but you were stubborn to keep Obito as your chosen artist, even if your friends were suggesting you other people that would do it just quicker - the way how the lines were softly entwining with each other, smoothly flowing on the skin almost making the picture move, shadows making the tattoos almost jumping out from the body… You just loved the style, and hell~!; that’s why you waited for so long!

The mere print from a stencil looked good, already better than you imagined. So the finished tattoo might look even better… Oh that shiver that ran down your spine, was just delightful. The man must’ve noticed it too, because he smiled widely and for sure, honestly.

“I knew you were gonna like it.” He said all happy, only to look at you with slight insecurity in his eyes. “You do, right?”

“It’s- Wow, it’s just... Perfect.” You admitted after gathering first thoughts, flexing skin, and turning a bit to see it under different angles, bewitched already. “Better than I imagined.”

His face became all cheerful within a second, and you could see the pride growing in his eyes. A bit surprising for you, given that he probably heard that every day with many customers he had, after all the waiting line to be tattooed by that man was… Long. Few weeks. Months even.

Obito chuckled before speaking and encouraging you. “Don’t praise until you see the finished effect. Alright, lay down as you did before and we’ll get to work.”

Getting yourself comfortable was equally tricky as it was before, and still, you had this weird feeling of being too exposed to the stranger man. Thankfully, he was focused on preparing all sorts of small containers, wipes, spare gloves, and weirdly shaped things that you wouldn’t be able to name. As soon as he moved closer to you, the tattooing gun buzzed a few times, making the sound a lot more intense and scary than it was behind the closed doors. Maybe it was a bad idea? What if you won’t be able to handle it and he’d call you a wuss? But he was nice, no, he wouldn’t do that...

“Tell me when you’ll have enough, we can continue on the other day if it will be too much for you.” He said like he was reading your mind, again wiping something on your skin, light enough to keep the stencil on “a lot of people think they can handle the pain but they can’t endure even half of it.”

“Has anyone passed out on you while you were doing this?” A small joke, to comfort yourself more, and to loosen up a bit.

“Pass out? No, never.” As he leaned over your back, he chuckled. “Ready?”

Well, you didn’t feel ready, not at all. But what other choice did you have? Just say no, get up and leave? Swallowing, observing his moves in the mirror you managed to just mumble short “Y-yeah,” before squeezing your eyelids shut, preparing for the worst kind of pain. But you didn’t hear any chuckle or comment anymore, only the firm warm touch on your back holding the patch of skin.

It seemed like from the moment you shut your eyes to the first bite of needle minutes, at least, lapsed, leaving you hanging and unsure. The moment the gun started and its needles gently pierced your body, you had to gather all control you had to force yourself to not move. But even this didn’t stop you from letting out a loud yelp that earned a small snicker from a man, without him stopping or taking his eyes from the work or losing any focus at all.

The first touch wasn’t that bad. Unexpected, yes, but the needle felt just like a mere scratch on a skin. A little scrape, like with a too sharp fingernail or back scratcher pressed just a bit too much. But then to one etch it was added another, and another, and another until it became… It hurt, yes, but it was just a bit irritating, and you were not entirely sure if it was the move on the irked skin or just the constant buzz - but it was bearable. And while laying still wasn’t the most enticing thing to do to draw your attention from the bites on the skin, you just started to observe the man reflecting in the huge mirror. Since it wasn’t as bad as it was expected, you let your body relax, the muscles on your back became less tight. Obito must’ve noticed that his and your eyes met a few times on the reflective surface, sharing the curiosity in each other stares.

Or it was until the needle stung lower, going closer to the ribs and more sensitive areas. The little muffled moan that came from your chest all of a sudden was unexpected and surprising for you, and for Obito. Under the cover of refilling some ink on the needles, he was looking at your reflection, with an eyebrow raised in silent amusement. You, on the other hand, felt how your face grew all red and hot. That wasn’t something you could foresee. Hell, you never thought that mild pain that you felt might be this… Pleasurable. Enough to start that heated feeling somewhere in your lower belly, every new scrape making your feet rub against themselves that was hard to tame and stop.

And the amused cocky smile on the man’s face wasn’t something that was helping either. He… Wasn’t bad. You could definitely imagine yourself in his big steady hands and-

No, no, no…~

“So,” the sound of a throat-clearing took you by surprise, and made you focus on something else for a brief moment, “ears piercings, huh?”

“Mhmm~” you did your best to answer not to moan, “I was 9.”

“A lot of girls got ears pierced at a young age. Not saying it’s bad, just often the technique is something gruesome. Was it done with a needle or a piercing gun?”

“Gun in a beauty studio-” the man groaned hearing your words. “Uh-oh, not good?”

“It’s the worst you can do. Usually, it’s poorly done, with low-quality jewelry, placement is off… And I'll spare you the health and skin issues that can occur.”

“Come on, I’m not that delicate…”

“Oh, I noticed.” Obito chuckled, making you blush like a strawberry again. “This will be trickier, I’ll start shading now. You don’t look like you need one, but I’m gonna ask you anyway - do you need a break?”

“No, I’m good.”

“I know you are.” Again, he chuckled looking at you in a mirror, “let me know when to stop for a moment, brave girl.”

You decided not to comment on that, hiding again in your hands, but still before Obito proceeded he assured you that he can stop at any time. When the needles touched your skin you understood why he was so concerned - this wasn’t the irritating scratching or quite nice painful feeling, no. This time, it hurt like hell. Few times Obito had to stop, giving you the moment to breathe, reassuring you that you can take as much time as you need, or trying to get your attention from the feeling by asking small questions about the little details of your life, or about the tattoo - why that dragon, why this spot, and so on. It was helping, but only a little. By the time he got onto your ribs, you had a sincere feeling that you’d say enough and ask if you could return the other day. If only he wasn’t actually caring about your comfort that much, if not his “you’re doing great, princess” and “you’re such a brave one” you would surely just run away.

The feeling was just like the one you felt in very boring and meaningless classes, when the time seemed to stretch to a ridiculous amount when in fact only a few minutes have passed. It was similar, with the small difference of burning fucking pain on your back. But still, it felt like hours, while the hand on the clock that you could see with a corner of your eye moved only a few minutes forward. Finally, after a god-know-how-long the buzzing stopped completely, giving you some time and space to breathe and calm down after he cleaned up the spot and put something that felt oddly and soothingly cold.

“Alright, wanna see it?”

You nodded and started to get up, trying at the same time to cover your front with the towel he handed you. It wasn’t a full success, the uncomfortable feeling on your was successfully disturbing you from focusing on the covering, but luckily for you, Obito was turned away searching for something.

You walked up to the huge mirror and tried to see over your shoulder. It was uncomfortable, but you managed to see more or less the tattoo laying permanently on your back.

“Here,” he jumped to you with an additional mirror, startling you a bit with the proximity and the sudden appearance. Trying to ignore the fact of another heatwave making your cheeks tint with blush you looked in the offered mirror. “How is it?” The artist asked with anticipation.

You couldn’t deny, the work looked like a masterpiece for you. The little lines, shadows, and details made the picture almost living on your skin, flowing along with every move occupied with an urge to hiss. “It’s… I take back what I said before you started to tattoo me.” You frowned, in full seriousness, making him drop his smile for only as long as you made the pause, “it’s more than perfect, it’s more than beautiful. Just exceptional.”

“Not gonna lie, you had me in the first half.” The man started to laugh, rubbing the nape of his neck. “So, about the aftercare…”

***

The first days of the healing process were just horrific - you couldn’t find a position while lying down to not be in pain, every move of your arm was a challenge, not to speak of carrying anything heavier or having a backpack or a purse dangling on that side of your body. There were even moments where you started to regret that you actually put yourself through this. But it was all normal, at least that’s what you’ve been told.

The instructions were pretty clear - rub the ointment you were given, loose shirts, no alcohol for a few days, and so on. Having a bra was out of the question, and it wasn’t your suggestion. The playful smile Obito gave you after saying that was still inside your head, coming up at the most unexpected moments and truth be told it was a sheer surprise for you. He wasn’t your type. Or at least you thought so. You usually went out with calm, not really adventurous guys and the biggest fun you had was to go to the cinema, maybe with some action after, but nothing really exciting. Nice, but no sparks, your world wasn’t “rocked” despite the promises.

So daydreaming about a black-haired man caught you a bit off guard. You thought guys like that are not your type and now... Now you are planning if and where you should get another one.

And your roommate teasing you about it wasn’t helping.

“You should make an appointment for the next tattoo.”

“Go and ask him out.”

“Do I have to be a matchmaker so you’d finally get laid properly?”

She went up far, too far you thought at the beginning, getting you an invite to a party, where he also was supposed to be, along with other artists. You tried to make an excuse, anything really to just get yourself out of it, the big events were never your thing, you never got drunk to the point of passing out, hell you never smoke a cigarette and you were sure parties like this are full of it.

But there was no excuse that you could come up with - as if in spite your family was out of town, your other friends were busy, and even the activities you were putting off for later had no free spots to join in.

So it seemed like you had no other choice than to follow your friend on that night. And why, oh why you actually let your friend persuade you to wear that short skirt?

You really didn’t know what to expect from the club you were going to. This wasn’t a place that you would visit of your free will, spending your evening with a book rather than sitting and drinking with strangers and doing… Whatever they were doing.

The air inside was almost heavy enough to cut it with a knife - the mixed scents of perfumes, alcohol, cigarettes, and others you really didn’t want to think of, hung in the air like a thick veil. Your friend grabbed you by your hand and guided you to the bar, ordering herself some drink, and with a promise to find the guy, she disappeared into the crowd.

Patiently waiting for her to return, although you were sure you were just left there to your fate alone, you ordered some water to drink. The bartender looked so bored and dispassionate about everything you abandoned the thought of making any small talk. What would you do anyway? Among the people tattooed up to the tips of their heads, pierced in places you didn’t even think possible, you felt a bit like a freak. Even your friend had at least a few tattoos on her hands, and whenever someone passed by, seeing your clean skin you couldn’t get rid of the feeling of being prey.

That was until your attention was drawn by something else. Or, rather, someone. Out of nowhere, the group of men appeared near the bar, and even if the black-haired tall one was standing back to you, the tattoos on his hands and the laugh were unmistakable. Well, you found him before your friend did, and for now, you had no intention of doing anything about it. They were talking, laughing, sharing some stories - you had to move a tiny bit closer to hear them properly and understood that they were talking about the people they tattooed some time ago, the memorable ones. Deep down you hoped that your persona wouldn’t show up in the conversation.

Oh, how wrong you were…

“So, Tobi, how about you?” One of his friends asked after another gale of laughter dispersed. “Anyone interesting?”

He started to laugh, his shoulders shook, and his tight shirt showed every damn muscle on his back that was working under the skin while he moved.

“I had some time ago a really hot one in the parlor. And she is laying there, her first tattoo ever, scared and shy as hell I almost burst there.” Oh no. No, no, no… Your cheeks burned, and you were sure you were just looking like a ripe tomato. “And imagine, as I’m poking her she lays there and shivers in delight.” He and the group burst into another laugh, as the story earned loud approval from the gathered. “I bet she does one more, and she is addicted, lost, and gone forever.” With a wide smile, he turned to call the bartender with his hand, and you were late just a split second to turn away so he wouldn’t recognize you. “Speaking of the devil.”

He moved close enough to touch your side with his, making you blush even more. The crowd behind him started to exchange some comments, looking at you with sheer and undisguised curiosity.

“I wasn’t shivering in delight.” You mumbled, abashed but loud enough for him to hear, and took a sip of your drink to cover the embarrassment.

He started to chuckle, waving at the bartender. “Yeah, you were, a little bit. So… What are you drinking?”

“Water.”

“Water-?” A fake, offended grimace appeared on his face. “Oh no, no, princess. Who do you think you are, an animal?”

Before you could speak anything, he leaned over the counters and said something to the man behind it. He put two fingers up in the air and then pointed at you. The bartender only nodded and started to prepare something, putting two shots in front of you along with a tall glass filled with colorful layered liquid and a small one, with an amber-colored liquor and ice cubes clicking inside.

“Technically all humans are anim-” You decided to speak after a moment of weird, tense silence while watching how he moved one shot and the colorful drink to you.

“Less talking, more drinking.” He smiled, raising the little glass, encouraging you to do the same. The battle with your thoughts inside your head was intense but after all… What could go wrong? It was just a drink, he was quite nice, and surprisingly he gave you his whole attention in a second, not minding the group he was just talking to.

You grabbed a shot glass, and you both with a similarly smooth move drank it up to the bottom. It was thick, sweet and you couldn’t feel anything stronger inside, even if you saw a bartender pouring vodka in there.

Obito, still having this charming wide smile on his face, passed you the tall drink and gently grabbed your elbow, pulling you slightly after him. “Come with me,” was the only thing he said, but you followed with curiosity growing inside you.

The upper floor was strictly reserved for the VIPs, the banner above the staircase, and the big guy, taller even than Obito, tattooed in weird patterns that made his skin drop into more blue-ish hues, successfully blocked the entrance without any effort. He looked at you with a little bit of a surprise, raising one eyebrow, then he moved his eyes on the black-haired man.

They exchanged a few words, Obito gesturing and pointing at you again that night, and again - this time judging from a lips movement your tattooer was called “Tobi”. The big man smiled, revealing the row of modified, filed teeth, and stepped out, letting Obito pull you upstairs.

“What the… That guy was scary.” You said, taking the first sip of your drink - again a sweet one, but not as much as the shot. This was tropical and pleasantly smooth.

“Who? Kisame?” Obito’s eyes widened in surprise but he added a bit of a laugh to it. “Oh, please, he wouldn’t hurt a fly! He just looks intimidating, and that is perfect for the job here. And speaking of ‘here’, welcome to the VIP zone.”

You looked around to see more unfamiliar faces, not paying any attention to you or Obito. Like other people having fun tonight in this place, they are all tattooed, pierced and hell, here you saw even a few serious body modifications. The air here was less thick but still filled with other scents you couldn’t recognize. Obito pulled you further, passing near the comfortable-looking couches, and led you to the balcony doors.

Outside was chilly but quite nice compared to the inside, and you welcomed the cold air embrace with relief after spending some time inside. But there was something that still bothered you: what the fuck was actually going on? It wasn’t like any of the men here would turn any attention to you, and Obito’s focus was solely on you, all the time. It was in some ways nice and… Well, it did bring some butterflies fluttering inside your stomach.

“Why… Why did you bring me up here? Tobi?” You asked after you sat down on a chair he offered. He grinned hearing you using his nickname.

“To talk, for example,” He smiled, hitting the edge of your glass with his, and taking a sip as a drink. “Inside is loud and stuffy, and you looked like you were in need of fresh air. Besides, an un-tattooed person like you is a tempting target, trust me, a while more and you’d be swarmed with people wanting to know what you’re looking for.”

“Well yeah, I- Thanks.”

“So, (Y/n),” you shuddered, surprised that he remembers your name, “tell me something more about yourself.”

***

It was long past midnight when your friend started to call you, worried that she couldn’t find you and you are nowhere to be seen. After a short explanation of where are you, with who, and what are you doing, she ended the call with “go get him!” and announced that she might get someone with her tonight, suggesting that you should… Stay out of your shared apartment.

The buzz inside your head and body was pleasant, even if you didn’t drink that much tonight. Obito offered you more than the other one that he brought you along with his jacket just when he noticed you shivering from cold, but politely you refused, knowing your limits. Right now, you stood leaned on the railings, observing the partying people outside the building, checking your social media while your companion disappeared for a few minutes. You were surprised by how smoothly everything went. He was indeed charming, and funny, making you laugh with silly jokes. The more time you’ve to spend with him, the more relaxed you are. Hell, he didn’t hesitate to tell some guy who started picking you (ofc, asking about why you don’t have tattoos, that was the main reason he came up to you) to just fuck off. If not for a few peoples’ interventions, two men would fight in the middle of a balcony.

“Something interesting in there, princess?” Obito took you by surprise, whispering to your ear once he came back.

You almost dropped your phone down on someone’s head, “do you have to call me that?” You asked, feeling the blush hinting at your cheeks.

“Oh? You don’t like that? Then what should I call you?” Gently, but still firm he spun you around so you’d face him, trapping you between the railing and him. “Doll? Peach? Sugar?” With every word, his face was closer to yours but abashed, you turned away the moment you felt warm breath all over your lips. His soft and willing lips only brushed over the skin on your jaw. “Queen?” Obito hummed straight to your ear.

You shivered under the touch, holding to everything you could to not look at him. You knew how it would end, he was too alluring, and you were afraid that the moment you’d look in his eyes you’d be lost for him, giving in to the temptation. You never gave in for the one-night stands, fuckbuddies, or simple flings. You never saw the sense in sleeping with guys you just met, and to be honest you never picked the ones who were up to such stuff. But now, feeling how close he was, his breath near your ear, the tensing anticipation from him and growing need from you...

Shit, shit, shit, what was happening?

“Just… Call me by my name?” You managed to breathe out.

“Alright, (Y/n). But only if you will be calling me by my name too, not that stupid nickname.” He moved away a bit, and you’ve fallen for that, you looked straight into his eyes taken aback by his sudden withdrawal. As you feared, the moment you looked into the black pupils, you were gone. You didn’t register when his palm cupped your cheek, and his thumb started to brush over your lips, now a bit dry for an unknown reason. He stared at you, for a second like that to finally ask, “May I kiss you?”

You raised your eyebrow, looking at him a bit confused. “You actually need to… Ask?”

“You seemed unsure for a moment.”

“Unsure?” Your breath hitched, you found your hands on his chest, clawing on the shirt instead of pushing him away. No, why would you anyway? Maybe it was those two drinks that made you braver than you usually were, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was that you imagined him kissing you half of the evening since that stupid tension and hesitance started to disappear.

“Yeah. And you know, it’s not fun if there is no consent if you ask me,” Obito chuckled, leaning closer, ghosting his lips over yours, “so?”

You nodded. Maybe a bit too eagerly and that earned another chuckle. Or he was just really pleased with that consent of yours. Whatever it was, after the little laugh his lips touched yours, surprisingly softly and slowly at the beginning, cautious with every move. But it took only a few seconds for it to turn into a heated, lustful kiss, full of groans on both sides, unexpected but welcomed touches and you couldn’t hold back from raking your hand through his hair, pulling it ever so slightly still shy about how he made you feel.

Because goddammit, nobody has ever kissed you that way, with that much passion but caution at the same time. It wasn’t boring pecks on the lips you always had, no. Easily, the best kiss you’ve ever had. Beaten even the first kiss you thought was the greatest.

How long did it take? You were not sure. You didn’t care. You just wanted to spend time with this man - talking, kissing or... Fucking. On the mere thought, your insides just flipped and your head felt dizzy enough for you to feel your knees giving up. Good thing he was pressing you to that railing, with hands wrapped around your waist. You had no idea why you thought that, the only thing was that you knew you wanted him and you hoped that somehow the night would end like this.

“By the way, (Y/n), you didn’t show up to check the ink.” He said after he parted from you, to catch a breath, looking at you in the way like he was admiring you, and having a… Well, not entirely decent thoughts.

“I- ugh…” Bit confused you stuttered, needing a moment to gather up before you could speak. “Little time, you know. Work, family, and such… S-stuff…”

“Mhmmm…” With just an index finger he pushed away a long strand of hair that fell on your face, for a second he looked like he was thinking about something very thoroughly. “Listen, why won’t we leave, so I could... Inspect your tattoo?"

Oh dear god there it was. Was he reading your mind? Was it that obvious? Well, there was innuendo in his words, about that you were positive.

“Lead the way.” You whispered, surprised that those words actually left your mouth.

His eyes widened, glistening in the darkness of the evening “I was hoping you’d say that. Follow me.”

***

The parlor wasn’t as far away as you thought, only a few blocks away. Although the walk itself was quite pleasant - spent on more talking, teasing, and a few kisses stolen now and then, but nothing really more. Even when you walked inside after a few troubles with putting off the alarm (Obito’s attention was somewhere else and he mistook it at least twice) the man waited until you entered the room in which he was working almost every day. Only when the doors closed with a silent click, he grabbed you by your waist and firmly, giving you no place to think and object, he guided you to the desk he normally used to work at, the one you recalled to be swamped with works and sketches, now clean and with full of room to do… Things.

Pushing you onto the piece of furniture and making you sit on it, he reached behind you and twisted your hair in his palm, pulling them, making your head lean back and expose your neck to him. You had to clench your mouth to not whine instantly at the feeling.

“You like a little bit of pain don’t you.” He growled, sending another shiver down your spine.

“I- I don’t-” You managed to breathe out, focused on a completely different thing.

The grip instantly disappeared, letting your head free. Obito looked at you with a confused gaze. “You don’t?”

“I just don’t know. I mean, I never-”

“Are you a virgin?” His eyes squinted and he moved away enough so you felt the cold air around.

Your face burned red. “What? No! Oh my god- no I’m not a virgin I’m just… Bit… Shit, call it whatever you like I- Just all of my boyfriends were… Boring.”

“Boring?”

“Yeah. Like the… Sex wasn’t…” You covered your face with your palms, breathing out the rest of the sentence, “it wasn’t something exciting. Or really naughty.”

You heard his snicker, his hands were back to wander on your sides. “Hah, I knew that you are a little bit innocent.” You peeked through your fingers to see him put his thumb and index finger to show you how little, “A tiny bit. It’s not a bad thing, I’m more curious why would you agree to come along with me if you’re not… Into adventures like that.” You caught the look of his eyes through your fingers. His eyes. Oh god, his eyes glistening with something unknown for you - dangerous yet so tempting, making you tremble out of nowhere.

“I didn’t know that I’m into it until… Well until you started talking with me and the kiss… I- You seem fun and… I wanted to have fun for once.”

“You wanted to have fun without knowing what you might be into?”

“Can you please stop asking me questions?”

“Sure.” He chuckled, wrapping his hands around your wrists, and putting them down on the desk. “Relax (Y/n). I won’t do anything that you don’t want me to. You tell me where to stop, and I’ll stop.” Low purr went straight to your ear, along with warm breath making the little hair on the nape of your neck stand on end, “now… Where were we?”

“I told you to stop asking ques~” In one swift move Obito closed your lips with a short kiss, biting your lip enough for you to shiver. When he pulled away, he only had a question in his eyes, and a cocky smirk glued on his lips.

Your voice was hoarse, with a clear lust in it. “You were… Pulling my- my hair and I have no idea what you wanted to do nex- ah!” Again, he twisted and pulled your hair, this time without any talking. Obito’s lips and teeth attacked your neck, biting, leaving red marks all over it making sure that tomorrow you’ll be walking around with hickeys on your neck. Not that you’d want to complain- that, the hand altering between hair-pulling and squeezing your neck firmly but cautiously, the other hand squeezing your thighs with just enough force to make you whine wandering from your knee up under the skirt, to the inner side of your thigh… Thank god you actually let your friend persuade you to wear that short skirt.

You shivered, even more than a few weeks ago, splayed on the fold-out chair in the same room, this time not holding back the little gasps that were leaving past your lips.

For once in your life, you were really excited about it.

The moment he touched your panties under the skirt, he felt how excited you were too. With a cocky smirk, Obito pulled away from you leaving your lips swollen from occasional heated kisses and your neck pleasurably hurting from the number of ministrations he gave you. Pads of his fingers pressed harder to the place where the material was damp, tearing a small gasp out of you. Abashed by your reaction you tried to avert him, but he caught your cheeks in his palm, clawing in the soft skin.

“Keep looking at me,” Obito demanded, looking straight into your eyes, while he pushed the material of your panties to the side. He chuckled, as his finger sank inside you up to the knuckle without any sign of resistance to leave after a short moment. “I thought I’d have to work on you more but it seems like there is not much I need do.”

“D-do.” You managed to breathe out, desperate to feel that again. He raised an eyebrow but got the hint. He didn’t play, didn’t tease, just slid the same finger along with the second inside, curling them, moving like searching for something. That was new. Your own fingers felt so different and other men were just… Oh, screw other men, fuck them all, every single one of them. Your focus was on Obito and on the imminently incoming bliss that tore gasps and moans from your chest as he added another one, pumping them in and out of you. Hand from your cheeks slid to your neck, squeezing it, irritating already red and sensitive skin, but not enough to take your breath away. But it did things to you.

Pleasure hit you suddenly. Clenching around his fingers you were unable to even say a word, to hold your eyes on him. Your whole body shuddered while for a moment you lost control over yourself.

“Everything alright?” He asked, and you felt every bit of his fingers pulling out slowly. His hand released the grip on your throat, and he looked at you, a bit distracted and worried about no immediate answer. “(Y/n)?”

You needed a moment to come down from the height and become able to speak again. “I- Oh my god… That- w-was just…”

“That was just fingering.” Amused, Obito snickered. By your hands he pulled you to stand on the ground, again speaking to you with that demanding voice, “turn.”

Despite your legs still shaking and having problems standing, you did as he pleased finding support for your body on the cold metal desk. You heard something from behind you - the rattle of things in the drawer being thrown left and right, the sound of a zip being undone, and the familiar silent rustle of a condom packet being open.

He pulled both of your hands behind your back, holding them firmly pushing your whole body to the cold metal. Your skirt went up uncovering your ass, and a moment later your panties curled around your ankles. Sudden squeeze on your ass cheek hard enough to make you whine from sudden feeling, but the slap that followed it was something that made you writhe and cry again, and Obito did not stop there, not until both of your cheeks were red, with a clear imprint of his hand on the skin. Only then he pushed himself inside you, with one move, praising how wet and ready you were, and how good you took him, not giving you any time to adjust to the thick dick. Obito moved, setting up a fast pace, hitting the spot already abused earlier by his fingers.

The tight feeling inside you started to rise again, the man behind you groaned, feeling how your soft walls started to squeeze him. He said something, but it was beyond your consciousness, and just like he wanted to get your attention back, again that night he grabbed the fistful of your hair and turned your head to a bit of an uncomfortable position, making you look in the mirror. Oh god, the mirror. That fucking mirror hanging on almost half of the wall. Too invested in other things you completely forgot and didn’t notice it, but now, probably deliberately having your head held at the angle where you could see yourself with a fucked out, flushed face and him having that cocky smirk while he fucked you with merciless pace, looking at exactly same sight as you.

God, it was hot. Too hot. Too much for you to handle at one time. Another wave of pleasure washed over you, shaking your body under

Surprised, Obito stopped any movement, but still balls deep inside you. Letting go of your hair, and loosening his grip, but still holding you there, he waited, patiently, softly brushing over your shoulders and back until you were able to speak again. “You’re that quick to come every time, or just that aroused?”

“I-” Taking a few deep breaths to gather scattered thoughts you didn’t know what to say. Sex for you never was so… Intense, so fast, and so fucking good. Despite you trying hard to sound coherent, you still stuttered catching your breath. “T-that- second. I think- Shit- that was-”

“No, not ‘was’.” Obito learned behind your back, pressing his dick even deeper, making your eyes roll, “don’t you think we’re done already.”

His hips slammed against yours again, tearing another soft cry from your chest, he was about to pick up where he stopped but the sudden knock on the door made him and you just froze as you were.

“Not a sound.” He whispered into your ear, covering your mouth with his palm.

But the knocking didn’t stop. The steady pounding echoed inside the room, like the person behind wanted to make sure that whoever is here would notice.

“Obito?” Someone from behind the doors asked, and you recognized that voice quite fast - it was the same guy who scoffed at the black-haired man for letting you wait back then, a few weeks ago.

“Oh for fuck’s sake…” You were not sure if that was on purpose to tease you, or he was just angry, but the grip on your wrists tightened. “What?!” He growled out loud, clearly annoyed.

“Yeah, I hate to interrupt you and your darling, but-”

Oh well, here goes all your dignity.

“But what?” Oh dear god, he sounded so angry and was still inside you, you couldn’t hold the shiver. Surprising, how many things have you learned about yourself in so little time.

“Yeah, the club had some fire alarms so they showed everyone out, and well- Like in 10 minutes you’ll have a full audience here.”

“I’m gonna kill him I swear...” He huffed with exasperation, rubbing his eyes a little. Your hands were suddenly free to move and that awful emptiness…

“I’ve heard that.” The man behind the doors laughed. “Well but I guess you could just finish before people come over. After all, 10 minutes is far too long for you.”

“This guy, completely a boner-killer…” Obito murmured, gently pulling you until you stood on your legs, helping with cleaning the little mess you both made.

There was no point in denying the fact that you were disappointed by the sudden interruption - just when you thought you were gonna have the best, the longest, and the most intense night of your life there must’ve been something. Well, you were not the only one disappointed. Once you two were fully clothed again, ready to leave when he spun you around and pulled to himself, having you just millimeters from his lips.

He didn’t want to let you. Not tonight. He had fun too and he hated that it ended prematurely. Putting on that smirk again, he looked into your eyes and whispered, “so, how about some take-out and then finish what we’ve started at my place?”

There it was, the proposition you wanted to hear but were too shy to ask. Biting your lip, you looked back at him and slowly nodded, silently agreeing to the proposition.

After six wild years attending Hogwarts, you’d thought that nothing could surprise you anymore. The announcement of the Triwizard Tournament, however, caused a stir within the castle like you’d never seen before. The more academically driven kids wondered how such an event would affect their studies, the athletic Quidditch players were outraged to have their favorite sport suspended for an entire year, and everyone pondered and gossiped over who would be best to represent the school and compete in the event. Anyone who’d already turned seventeen of age could enter their name into the drawing, but the magic spell placed on the Triwizard Cup would only allow one exceptionally worthy student from each of the three schools participating to be chosen.

“I think all of us seventh years should enter,” Erwin Smith had declared in the Gryffindor common room the night after the tournament had been announced. He stood like a general in front of the fireplace, arms crossed and eyes full of fire and determination as if he were giving a pre-game pep talk. As the captain of the Quidditch team, he’d taken the news pretty hard that he wouldn’t be able to play the sport for his last year of school. It had been his dream to lead his team to victory and claim the Quidditch Cup for his house before he graduated. Since that opportunity to bring pride and honor to Gryffindor had been taken away from him, he’d decided that it was absolutely necessary to have a member of his own house compete in the tournament.

“That makes sense,” Hange pushes up their glasses to sit properly on the bridge of their nose. “If all of us enter our names, there will be a higher chance that one of us will be picked. Count me in!”

“I’ll enter as well,” Miche volunteers without hesitation, never one to turn down a challenge.

“What about you Levi?” You glance over at the guy who had been both your friend and crush since the very first year at wizarding school. Everyone else turns to look at the other seventh year as well, who had remained quiet up until now. His bored expression turned into a scowl at all the sudden attention.

“You don’t need my permission,” was his simple reply, “But I see no reason for us to increase our workload in our last year just for the sake of competition.”

His sharp gaze made him quite the figure of intimidation despite being the smallest of the graduating class. Many of the younger students in the school routinely inquired over whether or not he should’ve been sorted into Slytherin due to his dark and brooding nature, but those closest to him knew he was the most Gryffindor of all of them. Moments like this proved that fact.

During career counseling in fifth year, the teachers had suggested Levi take the path of an Auror due to his exceptional performance in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and he already had professional Quidditch teams offering him positions after hearing of the unbelievable skills he had as a seeker. Levi didn’t have high ambitions like that though, which set him apart from his Slytherin counterparts. His only plan after graduation was to open up a small tea shop in Diagon Alley and live a quiet peaceful life.

“Levi, you’re Hogwarts' strongest wizard and the best hope of winning this tournament,” Erwin states bluntly. “Your test scores may not be the highest, but your raw power when it comes to offensive and defensive magic, not to mention your unrivaled speed and agility on a broom almost guarantee you’ll be picked as Hogwarts Champion should you submit your name.”

“It's not uncommon for people to die in this tournament,” Levi reminds everyone. “And for what? A pat on the back and a sack of galleons? I don’t see the appeal.”

The argument between the two guys brought back memories of your first year when Levi had flat out refused to agree to join the Quidditch team at the request of Erwin, who had seen how adept his classmate had been on a broom during flying lessons. By the time tryouts came around in second year though, Levi had begrudgingly followed Erwin out onto the Quidditch pitch and secured a spot as the team seeker. From that point on, he’d attended every practice and debatably worked harder than any other member of the team to bring Gryffindor victory after victory. It was the first time you’d really experienced the deep seated loyalty that Levi possessed within him, showing his Gryffindor colors in earnest. No way a Slytherin would do something like that if they weren’t getting something personally out of it.

“The risk is worth it,” Erwin strongly insists. “As Gryffindors, we should dedicate our hearts to both our house and school. People will remember the person who wins this tournament for the rest of time. You could leave a legacy behind for all future generations to strive to live up to.”

Levi just stares at the man blankly for a moment before shaking his head.

“What the rest of you do is none of my business,” he states neutrally. “Just try not to die if you get picked.”

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For the next week or so, the Triwizard Tournament was all anyone could talk about. In fact, the excitement was only amplified after the arrival of the other two schools participating in the tournament. A group of beautiful girls had come from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic with their Headmistress, Kiyomi Azumabito, and a group of young men had arrived from Durmstrang including the famous foreign Quidditch player, Zeke Yeager. Zeke was known all over the wizarding world for being one of the first athletes to go professional while still attending school, so his presence at Hogwarts had garnered a lot of attention.

“That’s ridiculous,” Levi had complained to you during one of your free periods together. You’d been taking a walk out by the Black Lake only to stumble upon Zeke with a group of fans around him, begging for autographs. “It seems a little unfair for them to bring a celebrity to compete in the tournament.”

His distaste for the other wizard had seemed amusing at first, but Levi’s hostility increased exponentially a few days later when he found out Zeke had approached you to ask about the Quidditch program at Hogwarts.

“Why does he need to know that?” Levi had grumbled at dinner that night, surrounded by you and your friends. “It has nothing to do with the tournament, which is the only reason he’s here.”

“I don’t think he meant any harm by it,” you try to reason. “Maybe he was just trying to make conversation.”

“There are plenty of students here that play Quidditch,” Levi bites out, “Why did he have to ask you?”

“I’m not sure Levi, but is it really something to get so upset about?” You ask.

“Maybe he’s looking for someone to invite to the Yule Ball,” Miche interjects before nudging your arm playfully, “You must’ve caught his eye.” The mere suggestion that someone as popular and well liked as Zeke would ask you to a dance had your face flushing red, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Levi.

“What's the Yule Ball?” He asks with a disgusted frown.

“It’s a tradition that accompanies the Triwizard Tournament,” Hange explains. “A formal event held for all the participating schools to intermingle by talking and dancing together.”

“No way I’m going to that,” Levi states irritably. It wasn’t unusual for him to want to avoid social events, but it surprised everyone that he was being this dramatic about it. You catch him glancing your way as if he had more to say, but he seems to change his mind suddenly as he stands up to leave. “I’ve lost my appetite.” Erwin is quick to hop up from his seat as well to stop him.

“Levi, I’m not a fan of Zeke either,” Erwin admits. “I hate the thought of losing to him, but he’s sure to be picked as the champion of his school. The only one at Hogwarts who could possibly stand a chance against him though is you. I’d stake my life on that. Please reconsider entering the tournament.”

“Do you really want to win the trophy that badly?” Levi asks, his voice completely flat as he stared unblinkingly at his classmate.

“Yes,” Erwin nods his head, “We all do.” There was a collective murmur of agreement from the rest of the seventh years, and Levi sighs.

“Fine,” he grits his teeth, finally giving in. “I’ll enter the stupid tournament. Not to bring glory to Hogwarts or Gryffindor though. I could care less about that. I’m doing this for all of you.”

“Thank you, Levi.” Erwin reaches out to put a hand on Levi’s shoulder to show how much the decision meant to him. Levi’s lips tug into the briefest of smirks.

“If my name comes out of that cup,” he says resolutely, “I swear to you I will defeat Zeke.”

It made your heart swell with respect and pride for Levi, who was once again displaying just how Gryffindor he could be. To join a tournament that was known for being extremely dangerous, just for the sake of your friends showed not just loyalty, but immense bravery as well. Nobody could predict what horrors the chosen champions would face, but Levi had decided it was worth it if it was important to the people he cared about most in the world. What you didn’t know though, was that Levi had made two vows inside his head concerning Zeke. One was to out perform him and win the Triwizard Tournament, and the other was to finally ask you out before Zeke had the chance so he could take you to the Yule Ball himself.

Chapter Masterlist:

Part One: </code>

Part Two: Contemptress {NSFW}

Part Three: Another Life

Part Four: Holding Onto Smoke

Part Five: Eternally Yours

Claimed Characters & AUs: Once the board gets to five or less AUs available we have decided to clean slate it! Slots left until next clean slate (19/20) If you see 2 of an AU without it being a collab then it has been claimed.

Boku No Hero Academia:

* Katsuki Bakugou w/ Mafia AU by @titanialev

Keigo “Hawks” Takami w/ Roommates AU by @strangeinternetwasteland

(Collab) Dabi w/ Rockband AU by @bakubabes-hatake

*(Collab)Dabi w/ Rockband AU by @titanialev

Shouta Aizawa w/ Villains/Heroes (switched) AU by @saudade-mayari

Izuku Midoryia w/ Mirror Image AU by @chaoticyuna

Attack On Titan:

Levi Ackerman w/ Harry Potter AU by @vs-redemption

Haikyuu:

Miya Atsumu w/ College AU by @kswishh

MSBY Jackals w/ YouTuber AU by @haikyutiehoe

*(Collab) Rintaro Suna w/ Yandere AU by @rokudaddie

(Collab) Rintaro Suna w/ Yandere AU by @saudade-mayari

Keiji Akaashi w/ Cyberpunk AU by @edens-breathless-melodies

Get Schooled:

Na Hwa-Jin w/ Arranged Marriage AU by @kokiseiko

Naruto:

Obito Uchiha w/ Tattoo Artist AU by @whatshernameis

Kabuto Yakushi w/ Coffee Shop AU by @kakashiswilloffire

Kakashi Hatake w/ Soulmate AU by @sunflowersenshi

Gai Might w/ Royalty AU by @depressedhatakekakashi

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Satoru Gojo w/ Vampires AU by @/carmillious on AO3

Kento Nanami w/ Flower Shop AU by @saudade-mayari

Harry Potter:

Severus Snape w/ Resurrection AU by @kokiseiko

Claimed AUs (unsure of character yet):

Angel/Demon AU by @demondwellersword