What happens when Suna's master puppeteer discovers a lewd, but lucrative, side line business in the Akatsuki?
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"Bye Deidara-senpaiiiiiiii" The orange masked man sang as he ducked into his room. There was a blush on his cheeks as he sighed over his senpai. His long flowing blonde locks, his clear blue eyes...Tobi sighed in happiness as he leaned against the door.
His eye cast around the room and he squealed in excitement at the package that was on his bed. "Someone got Tobi a present~" he chirped, skipping over to the bed. His gloved hands tore at the brown wrapping and looked at the doll.
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"WHAAAAAA????!!!" The childish man screamed placing his hands over his cheeks. "She's naked! She's naked! Tobi is a good boy! Tobi won't look!" He screamed as he ran around in circles.
He suddenly stopped and a gloved hand reached up to remove his mask. He threw it into a corner and smirked as it clattered against the wall before tumbling to the floor. "You did well...Zetsu" a deep masculine voice said. The plant man emerged from the ground, "Anything else?" he asked. "No. Leave me" the deep voice commanded. With a nod the bicolored man sunk into the ground and disappeared.
Obito turned his back to the doll and undid the obi at his waist. He sighed as he felt the robe slip off of his shoulders and fall to the floor. He pulled his gloves off, finger by finger, and tossed them aside. His strong fingers reached up to massage his shoulders and neck, trying to work out the stress.
He turned back to his bed and walked back over to her. His one eye took in every detail and his mouth held a slight frown. He grasped her chin with his fingers and looked into her eyes. She was prettier than Rin, he'd give her that he thought as he slowly and hesitantly leaned forward. His lips touched hers and he felt himself jolt back at the contact.
He'd rarely kissed any woman, his one night stands often occurring with little to no affection from him. They were a way to satisfy a physical need, nothing more.
He closed his eyes and lowered his lips back to hers. Instead of jerking away, he kept his lips on hers. He pressed them firmly against hers as his tongue licked her bottom lip. His fingers twined into her hair as he brought her closer to him.
Is this what it could have been like? His mind asked as he felt his heart crack a little at the memories that flooded his mind. He pressed closer to her and his hands slid from her neck to her breasts.
Hesitantly his fingers traced the swells and curves of her breasts. He let out a small moan as he felt his finger tips graze over her nipples. He pulled away and lowered his head, his lips kissing her breasts and making their way to her nipples. When he took one pert bud into his mouth he imagined her moaning his name, "Obito~". His fingers pinched and rolled the other bud between them as he groaned losing himself to what he was feeling.
He pushed her down and hovered over her. His lips kissed her stomach, her hips and her thighs. His teeth removed the white lace panties that were on her at his request. Lifting her legs he gently removed the garment and tossed it to the floor. Grasping her ankles gently he kissed from her ankles to her inner thighs, leaving small love bites as he went.
Reaching her womanhood he lay down between her legs. Using two fingers he spread her open and licked. He savoured the taste of her most intimate area and his tongue went to work licking and sucking on her folds and clit.
As his mouth was busy he removed his hands and slid them down his toned stomach. His thumbs hooked into the waistband of his pants and he pulled them down. He growled in irritation as he had to stop what he was doing to remove the offending garment. He threw his clothes on the floor in a huff and turned back to the doll.
His member was hard and aching. His hand stroked his shaft as he moved towards the doll. He positioned himself between her legs and gently entered her. He groaned as he felt her tight wet pussy envelope him in it's warmth. It had been so long since he'd had a woman.
He plunged deeper into her as he placed her legs over his shoulders. His hands grasped and kneaded her breasts as he continued thrusting into her depths. His breathing became faster as his need increased and he found himself slamming his hips into hers and thrusting into her until he was buried to the root.
Moaning and panting Obito drove himself harder and harder as he fought to maintain control of himself. His breathing was becoming laboured as his climax increased and Obito drove into her relentlessly. Eye clenched shut, teeth pressed together and low moans coming from his throat, Obito orgasmed. His body shook as each spurt of his cum filled her up.
When he regained control over himself he pulled away from her. Grabbing a towel he headed to the shower. After dressing in simple black pants, he brought over a cloth and cleaned the doll.
Laying down next to the doll Obito placed his head on her breasts, much like how a child would when seeking comfort. "I wonder how it could all have been...how we all could have been..." he spoke softly. He closed his eye and cuddled into the doll, his arms wrapped around her protectively, and slept a dreamless sleep.
"SASORI-CHAAAAAAAN~~~!!!" Tobi's voice sang out. Sasori could already feel the migraine building. Tobi ran up to the puppeteer and dropped a poorly wrapped package into Sasori's arms. Tobi leaned forward and dropped his voice to a dramatic hush. "Sasori-chan! Tobi might have been a bad boy!" Sasori watched as one of Tobi's fingers poked at the doll hand that was peeking through the wrapping. "TOBI MIGHT HAVE KILLED SOMEONE!!! THE ANBU ARE GOING TO TAKE TOBI AWAY!!! TOBI DOESN'T WANT TO BE TAKEN AWAY!!!" The man screamed in absolute terror and ran down the hallways with tears streaming down his face. The only way the frightened man would calm down was if he was attached to Deidara who was barely tolerating his presence.
