Naruto Oneshots + Imagines

Bloody Valentine (Obito Uchiha x Fem!Reader) (NSFW)

You never questioned how he got into your house despite not having a key, and he never told you, so you weren't surprised when your thoughts were interrupted by those familiar, cloak-covered arms wrapping around your waist and that sharp chin resting on top of your head from behind.

You'd been making tea to calm your nerves. It had been a little too long since he'd come to visit and that fact had been weighing on you, but here he was in the flesh. You let out a sigh of relief. It was odd how the familiar scent of blood mixed in with his cologne was so soothing to you nowadays.

You felt him nuzzle into the back of your hair, taking in the smell of the shampoo that lingered on your (h/l) (h/c) locks from your earlier shower, and you let him. Figuring that the tea was done, you switched the flame off and turned around in the ravenette's arms.

You didn't know his name. He'd never told you, and you'd never asked.

He wanted to tell you, but he was afraid of what would happen if he let you know any more than you already did in regards to who he really was.

So, you two accepted it, accepted the fact that you'd never really fully know each other. It was an unspoken boundary that wasn't meant to be broken. And that was okay.

"Welcome back."

You smiled and reached for his mask, which you took off and set down on the kitchen counter so you could rest a hand on his face- the scarred side, as usual. Obito often wondered what your obsession with touching his scars was. They were ugly, gross, unpleasant in sight and in texture, but you treated that side of his body just like the rest. He wasn't sure if you loved him, but at the very least, you cared more than you should have, and you made it apparent that you wanted him to be aware of such. You never said it, too scared to, but he could see it in your eyes, and every time he did, he couldn't help but feel pity for you.

You thought his face was beautiful, though, even with half of it scarred the way it was. His eyes were round and soft despite his otherwise hard exterior, one a color that reminded you of fresh ink and the other a bright vermillion with three black swirls. You weren't a ninja, but the kekkei genkai was infamous enough for you to be aware of it. You knew it was a sharingan. You knew the entire clan aside from the man who'd committed the massacre and the one lone survivor, who was a child, were dead... Apparently, your secret lover was an exception that The Leaf Village wasn't aware of. You never questioned any of it.

Your thumb grazed over the scars from the boulder, and you didn't even flinch at the hard ridges. You treated them like the rest of him. You always did.

"Thank you."

"There's blood on your cloak," You pointed out, able to see the dark red blood that stained it, even through the black of most of the fabric. He nodded and lifted his arms so you could unzip the cloak and pull it over his head before walking away, probably to throw it in a laundry basket. Your hand had left his face, drifted to his shoulder, and gently brushed over the taut skin on your way out, only for a moment.

Your touches were always like that. Brief, fleeting. Obito wondered if it was subconscious or if you were just trying to make him feel the same way he made you feel. No matter how subtle or fast they were, though, the sensation of your touches always lingered on his skin for hours afterward.

The simulation just went bad
But you're the best I ever had
Like handprints in wet cement
She touched me it's permanent

You returned to the kitchen a few moments later and leaned against the doorway. Obito's eyes met yours. His face burned just as red as his sharingan, which he always had activated when he was with you, even if it drained his chakra a bit. The eye recorded the moments he had with you and kept them in his mind permanently, and he feared that someday those moments would be mere memories that he'd need reminders of. So, he kept them. You never questioned it, never questioned him, never questioned anything about this arrangement the two of you had been keeping up with for the past couple years.