#obito week

“I’m so fucking bored.” His voice echoed in the between the bare walls of the flat he was now forced to inhabit. Since a few months now, he sat tight, and slowly he would have given everything to not be contained anymore. There were only so many books he could read, so many games of Solo-chess he could play, so many forced visits of Kakashi and Naruto he could bear. Sure, he could jerk off all day without anyone bothering him, but after some time, even walking around with his dick in his hand lost its charm.

Now, Obito confined himself to the couch of the small flat, listening to the murmur of the busy people outside and simply waited. Waited for the night to fall, as then, the only light of his boring life would start to shine. 

The flat, stacked with the barest of furniture - a bed, a couch, one shelf to store all the books in Kakashi hauled over, as well as a small kitchen which had never been used except for that one time Obito tried to cook some noodles and nearly burned the entire complex down - was situated surprisingly close to the center of the newly built Konoha. The only thing which caught Obito’s interest nowadays was looking out of the window and onto the bustling street. Seeing the people interact with each other, while he was always looking through the glass, had become the only escape he had. 

During the day, there were construction workers working on the houses, families laughing and talking, children running up and down the street, and food merchants cooking and selling their food. In the evening, the buzz died down as people returned into their homes. For Obito, though, the real fun only started when the moon rose in the sky.

In the evening, the windows across the street lit up and allowed him to look into the lives of other people. Most of them didn’t bother pulling any curtains close. Why would they? Like Obito, they all lived on the second level and no one was so bored and out of their mind to try and spy on the people of Konoha. 

Except for him, of course.

And there was this one window. One window leading inside one flat, right across his own bedroom window. One window which could sweep all his boredom away and make him forget about the looming sword hanging above his head, waiting to drop at any second. 

A woman lived behind that window. She worked during the daytime, of course, and returned just when the first stars started to blink in the night sky. 

Obito knew her routine by heart now. The stranger would walk into her home, blissfully unaware of the eyes which followed her through her own windows, and lose almost every article of clothing she wore. Then, still mostly naked, she went to her fridge to grab a drink. One long, good sip from a bit of the alcohol, then she would slowly dress herself in more relaxed clothing, fitting to lounge around in. 

Honestly, he loved watching her, no matter what she did. In stark contrast to him, she never seemed to be bored. Always somehow moving around her flat, either cleaning, cooking, or dancing. And, to be perfectly honest, seeing someone be so comfortable in their own body they could just stroll around their own home in a completely undressed state without the need to cover themselves up. Obito certainly didn’t know that feeling. As he touched warily the mangled scars covering the entire right side of his body, fingertips sliding over his arm like an afterthought, he tried to think of a time he appreciated his own body similarly as his neighbor. 

Probably never, really. There was a reason why he had never looked in a mirror all those years. Plus, this flat also didn’t have a mirror. 

With a low sigh, Obito pushed himself up from the couch. Maybe, if he was lucky, there was indeed something interesting happening down on the streets. Hopefully. Because if not, he might have to go rogue again, just to experience some excitement. 

In his loose t-shirt, long pants and barefoot, he rolled himself off the couch. With a grunt and cracking joints, the man paused for a moment, before straightening himself properly out, before slowly making his way over to the window. As he pulled the shades aside, he wondered what he would see today, his mind idly wandering off. 

Mhm, maybe if the three rowdies from yesterday come through again… school should be out, so that is a chance.

They made quite a spectacle, toppling over that one stand and throwing soup everywhere. 

Thank god, no one was hurt.

Routinely, he scanned the street. First to the right, then the middle of the street right below his window, then to the left. Nothing interesting to see there, but that could change at any given moment. When he reached the corner of the street, the scarred cheek of his pressed against the cool glass, his eyes wandered up. The windows were next, all of them blinking in the strong sunlight of a spring noon. Right back to where he started, just a few levels higher, and this time, Obito took his time. Even though his eyesight was better than most, he still needed a few seconds to peer into a stranger’s life, parted by several meters and at least two glass window panels in between. 

But he didn’t even get back to the point where he started. Almost in passing, he scanned his Favorite Window, the one where the free-spirited, almost naked lady lived. He didn’t expect anyone to be there, just another empty window with the familiar background of her slightly messy apartment showing through. So, his eyes flew right past her window, only to do a double-take. And oh, what a sight it was. 

He couldn’t see every detail, of course. But that wasn’t necessary. Perfectly situated in an armchair, one leg thrown over the armrest, the other steadied on the ground with just the tip-toes. Her head was thrown back, writhing against the rough fabric of the chair, while one of her hands was haphazardly pressed against her neck. Like she was missing something, imitating something. The touch of a lover, probably. 

How did Obito come to that conclusion? Well, the other hand was busy feeding a massive something into her open, naked pussy. Because of course, the woman was naked. It was phallic by nature, and Obito’s breath hitched when he witnessed how her own chest heaved as the entirety of the thing was inside of her.

At the sight, his dick roared to life. Again, how could it not? As he freed his quickly growing dick out of his pants, his eyes never left the glorious sight in front of him. Fuck, his day just a lot more interesting. The first stroke was sweet relief, the second agonizing torture, as his eyes followed each and every single movement of the strange, free, beautiful woman across the street. 

He couldn’t move away anymore, just watch how the stranger continued to pleasure herself. Everything he saw of her mesmerized him: the way her lips parted as she let out an unheard moan, her arching back from an impossibly mean twist of her hand, a single drop of sweat rolling down her neck and vanishing in the valley between her tits. Fuck, this was so fucking hot. 

Obito always liked watching people. Though he hadn’t tried out watching another person pleasuring themselves, he found himself enthralled by the experience. She was completely unaware he was there, too, at this moment she took it for herself to enjoy herself. He was an unwanted guest, and the forbidden thrill of it all made his cock even harder. Another pump of his hand, another long second, in which Obito watched. Eyes glued to the person a few meters across from him, and yet so far apart that he never would be able to touch her. Heart beating hard in his chest, he paused, let his eyes flutter shut, only to groan from the bottom of his soul. 

Taste her. Hear her. Feel her. 

He was always watching her, whenever she was home. It felt like he knew that strange woman, or at least, the most miniscule, unimportant details. When she would clean her flat, what kind of book she read at the moment, how she looked when she was stressed out by her work. Maybe he even harbored a tiny little crush on that woman. However, all those things faded into the background as he stood there, hard cock in his hand and slowly stroking himself while watching her being unaware of intruding into her private moment.

With his heart racing and knees growing weak, he placed one of his hands against the wall, while relishing in the pleasure rolling down his back in powerful waves. Quickly, he spat into his other hand, before closing his fingers around the cock again, too desperate to walk back to the couch, where the more convenient lube sat on the table. That would have meant looking away from his neighbor, and Obito couldn’t afford that. No, he wanted to experience every single precious second, for as long as it would last. 

She was still there, with closed eyes and her mouth agape. He fucking wished to be able to hear her breathless moans, but the sight alone had to do. Another slow stroke, the spit in his hand soothing the chafing of his dry hand a little bit. 

The neighbor writhed on her chair, her hips bucking up. Her hand holding the fake cock inside of her twitched, her legs spreading even more. Like she wanted to be seen, like she lived off the thrill of potentially being watched. Like she needed-!

Her head suddenly jerked upwards, her eyes flying open. Too dazed to react in time, he froze up as her eyes clearly looked right at him.

Fuck. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! 

Still frozen in his place, he couldn’t do anything but hope. For what? He had no idea for what he hoped for. Any fraction of mercy, at this point.

What’s the punishment for spying on someone masturbating? 

This is the straw which breaks the camel’s back. 

Obito Uchiha, feared war criminal and responsible for the fourth Shinobi War. Thrown into the Blood Prison because he spied on a neighbor in the middle of her alone time. 

Still, he couldn’t move. Every moment, he expected for the woman to jump up, pull the curtains close, and for Anbus to storm his flat and throw him into the next best cell. 

Seconds ticked by, and nothing of that sort happened. They just continued to stare at each other across the street, through the glass, fully aware of what the other one was doing. Obito with his dick in head and face flushed from being discovered, and the neighbor still draped all over the armchair.

Then, she smiled.

Obito’s mind was swirling as he tried to comprehend what was happening. The smile threw him for a loop, confusion overtaking the lust and crave for some human warmth. Only very slowly, understanding filtered through the dense fog inside his brain. 

She knows.

She… knew? Knew I was watching her?

And she decided to put on a show just for… me?

There was no way she truly knew who or what he was. She merely knew he liked to watch, nothing else and nothing more. Thankfully. Obito doubted she would put on such a show for him if she knew what he had done, how much blood was on his hands. Hell, if she knew he had his hands in the plans to destroy Konoha alongside Pain, then the curtains on her side would always be firmly closed. 

But she didn’t. Instead, Obito’s eyes followed hungrily as the woman positioned herself again comfortably in her armchair, one of her legs still hooked over the armrest and exposing her most intimate parts to him, now fully aware that this was only for him.

Fuck, that knowledge got him even harder. Breathing hard, he gripped his cock tighter. He wished he could show her how much this little kind gesture meant to him. 

As the woman across the street continued, with her eyes fluttering close and mouth agape, Obito leaned his forehead against the window to peer even more closely. His hand sped up, now aided by more of his own pre-cum. Pleasure rolled down his spine, little spikes of blistering emotion. Such a change to the usual monotony of his day. His thumb circled the head of his dick, relishing in the strong wave of need and the short impulse of buckling knees, but he kept upright. Because of her.

Obito couldn’t look away from her. Like a dog fixating on a delicious steak just out of reach. Seeing her like this was enough, had to be enough. Again, he sped up, the pleasure mixing with a hint of pain, but he was close already. So fucking close he could taste it.

The peak hit Obito so hard he saw stars. With a low grunt, all the muscles in his body seemed to tense up, only to relax in the second right after. Warm cum spurted out, some ribbons even hitting the glass of the window, before more cum dribbled over his fingers. 

With his forehead still pressed against the window, Obito watched through bleary eyes how the woman did. He came so quickly, overwhelmed by the stimulating sight of her, but continuing to watch her without the urgency to touch himself was just as good. 

She was still going. Her body writhed on the armchair, back arching and muscles beneath sweaty skin glistening, to the point Obito felt himself growing harder once more. Biting his lips, he started to slowly stroke himself, hissing weakly at the sensitivity of his cock. This one, he would relish in. 

But she was obviously close, as well. Even though his experience with sex was limited, he could read the signs: her flushed face, the obviously heightened rate of her breathing, the urgency at which she pushed and pulled the fake dick into her. One of her legs twitched violently, making her entire body move. The hand not busy pleasuring herself flicked one of her nipples, causing her to bite her lips. 

He knew when she came. It was hard to miss, with her entire body going as taut as a bowstring, only to fall back into the armchair. Her hands continued to move still, flicking her clit and nipple as her form relaxed more and more. Obito watched how she melted into the cushions, with her eyes closed and a little, satisfied smile on her lips.

Fuck, if he wasn’t under house arrest, he would love to go over there and go talk to her. Touch her. Hell, if he was a braver man, he would go over there, knock at her door and ask to watch a repeat performance up to close.

But he wasn’t, and he couldn’t. Like this, he jerked his dick once, twice and felt a new, weaker wave of cum spill over his already soiled fingers and onto his hastily pushed aside underwear.