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🕊️ Ongoing multi chap fic
As cold as your heart ･:*:｡𓏲ּ Dr. ishida uryu x f! reader current
𝑪𝑼𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑭𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑫𝑶𝑴 . soshiro hoshina x f! officer! reader finished
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エロチックトバ- kinktober '24 masterlist// kaiju no 8 mini event //MINI SCENARIO SERIES: WEATHER INSPIRED 🍃🌧️🍁// kinktober '23 // 東京 NIGHTS. mini event // january free requests -dark! nsfw! week
💍 taken by @dragon-circus 💞 (and trafalgar law - kuchiki byakuya - okkotsu yuta - obito uchiha)
And so obsessed I am... I Just bought an anal plug to DIY one of these.
YES. I DID. PLUSHIE FABRICS ARE HELLA EXPENSIVE IN HERE, WHILE THE PLUG WITH A WHITE TAIL ISNT i just need to crop the plug thing and bam! Perfect brushbuddy there 😂😂😂
Witch Hat Atelier outfits are a cosplayer's dream (and both nightmare). I'm so SO in love specifically with the Knights Moralis uniforms, I'm already planning to create one (ofc It has nothing to do with Easthies being very similar to Byakuya at all 🤣).
the Imu plushie's been released and I've been seeing all over twitter pictures of it... and you know what? I just realized something about Imu's "form"... IT LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING SNAKE? I mean I know it has "arms" but... allow me to think it could be some type of hint? Like we've seen many "snake" symbology throughout One Piece, plus "the snake (the devil) that tempted Eve", the demons and gods relationship, etc... also, something I've been thinking about that might be related... Lilly sounds a LOT like LILITH right?
Also... what if Nefertari D. Lilly is an analog to LILITH?
Lilith (/ˈlɪlɪθ/; Hebrew: לִילִית, romanized: Līlīṯ), also spelled Lilit, Lilitu, or Lilis, is a feminine figure in Mesopotamian and Jewish mythology, theorized to be the first wife of Adam and a primordial she-demon. Lilith is cited as having been "banished" from the Garden of Eden for disobeying Adam.
But why she disobeyed? she wanted KNOWLEDGE. Sexual, freedom, etc.
Now look at the Burney Relief, Babylon (1800–1750 BC):
She has animals that resemble "Pell" and "Chaka" by her feet to me...
Now I think... It might be the devil, but... what if Imu is actually "Adam"? OR EVEN BETTER, "EVE"? What if Imu hates Lillith for being "freed" before her?
uchiha obito! x f! reader
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬. > nsfw.mdni
warnings> nsfw. penetration. masturbation. au where he survived after the war.
a.n.> obito finally lets the past aside while his masculine needs take over. smut part might not be fully in character to me, since my biggest hc is that he is a virgin. but i am also very horny for him, so... and yeah, I edited the pic with ps. not AI.
also, it's been months since I wrote for the last time, so please keep that in mind.
w.c.> 2.4k
Water dripping from your hair.
his discoloured muscular arm tensed right beside your face…
“I told you I only love and will love her. Just… her!” he screams, a speech tinted in pain and just, perhaps, some hints of lies.
Your heart breaks for the thousandth time; of course, he does love Rin and only Rin, there is no need for him to remind you of that…
“I know! I- who- Why are you screaming at me???!” you shout, with your back plastered against the cold and humid surface of a rock, pinned between it and his naked chest. It’s been years since you abandoned the idea of becoming a slightly, even remotely love interest to him. Obito is not only in love but also traumatized and obsessed with a girl that’s been dead for the last twenty years… no matter how much you could love him; the feeling wouldn’t ever be retrieved.
His eyes, that used to flash different colours and patterns, darken. Obito’s fist closes and softly -but dominantly- punches the wall of rocks behind you.
“You think am I an idiot, (Name)? do you think I don’t see how you are trying to tempt me? You are naked, right here, in front of me… I told you, I don’t- I-“ he stops himself mid-sentence.
Flustered, ashamed, but still outraged with such accusations, your eyes avoid his judging gaze. Your fingers curl with strength around the hem of the towel that barely covers your dampened body, in no way you meant to tempt him by coming and taking a night swim at this secluded lake… allegedly.
“I am.. not… trying anything, Obito. I didn’t know you would also visit this place… I often come here… alone…” you explain.
He grunts; sighing with a fake annoyance as he looks up at the silver moon shining through nightly clouds.
Impossible; it becomes impossible for you not to peek the majestic picture of his neck muscles tightening. And the way that silver light filters and bathes the scars of his face.
“You are making it so difficult, you know I am a man. And men have needs, (Name)!” he complains, sliding his hands, grabbing you by your shoulders.
You swallow dry. However, you are soaking wet. Your heartbeat pounds louder than the waterfall itself, and the splashing of pure water remains the only pious thing on your body.
“I am not responsible, nor entitled to satisfy your awakening masculine needs, Obito… you are the only one fighting against something I have never implied to do with you”
Those words, as much as could sound like a riddle, hit him right away. In a way you couldn’t imagine, what you’ve just said disappoints him. You could see that in his eyes; perhaps letting him know you weren’t trying to seduce him, made him sad.
And you let him know you noticed; that faint, quick, almost invisible gaze of despondency turned into flushed cheeks. The man in front of you now wishes to be covered by the many masks he once wore. Unable to respond with valid words, silence lingers in the air as if all of his attacks and defences were finally deflected.
A moment of purity that lasts only for that, a moment.
Soon, his frown intensifies. Burning, with eyes that show what heart holds secretly deep inside, tinted in blood red, they carve into yours.
You can’t help it; your hand has already landed over the bumps of his cheek before you could even notice. Soft, caring, lovingly.
“Obito, would’ve you prefer for me to be indeed trying to tempt… to seduce you?”
You ask, slowly.
“Is that what you want, Obito?”
You ask, again.
Fear, despair, terror. Desperately fighting against the chains of the past, as if heavy shackles were stopping him from moving on, still attached to the past once again. A trembling lower lip, that aches to even move to give you a simple “yes”…
“Break free from the past, Uchiha Obito” you whisper, gently placing a sweet peck right on the corner of his lips.
His breathing stops. His hand tightens slightly on your arm. His head lowering just enough that his mouth disappears in shadow… And oh, his eyes… still watching you from under his brow, confused, and still tinted in lust…
You bite your lower lip; wondering if continuing might be a little too much for him to handle… for you to handle.
You might have lied before just a little; because Obito was right, all you have been doing was to, indeed, trying to tempt him. However, a good job needs time, and that’s exactly what you are going to give this confused -yet absolutely hard- man.
As he hasn’t still moved an inch from the original position you give him a subtle smile, but a look that screams loud how much you desire his body to finally allow those “manly needs” out.
“I won’t bother you again, Obito. I will find another place to dive” you murmur, freeing your arm from his tight, leaving the scene as fast as you could, while he still remains standing there, perhaps in panic inside his kamui dimension.
Panting, you run through the forests that surround Konoha. A small giggle escapes your lips; this has been the closest contact so far with him and it feels somehow like a victory.
Since the war, where he got a second -well, maybe a third- chance in life, he has been working hard in getting better from all the trauma, from all the pain and above all from all the guilt of his actions. And you, who once thought he had died during the teenager years, could say you were also given another chance in life; you have loved him since the very first day that goggled sweet boy crossed the gate -late of course- of the shinobi academy.
You flop into your bed, that run to your home felt like extreme jounin training. No clothes, still a little wet, with drops of water here and there, and your hair completely dampened. Feeling your pulse increase while you land your head on your pillow, images of muscles, of his scars, of his semi nudity only covered by a tiny towel flash through your mind.
“FUCK!!!” you whine, biting your pillow with half pity and half lustful tone.
…
A deep voice resonates all over your room. It comes from behind you, from your window.
You dare to open your eyes but not to turn; the shadow of a man bathed by moonlight, sitting right on your window sill, projects on your wall.
Apparently the job took less than expected…
It seems as if all of your courage has run out; you still can’t move; you are definitely afraid of tossing and facing him.
“No words, (Name)? Mh! It’s just as I expected” he spits, as sarcastically as sexily.
You shiver; the lower the tone he uses, the hotter his voice becomes. And you can’t take it no more… you need to visualize the image of him visiting tonight like a delicious surprise your own room.
Legs spread, a pose you usually despise now becomes the hottest position a man like him could take. Head tilted to the side, resting on one of his hands. The other, hanging in between his legs.
You lift the silk sheets that cover your naked body, allowing the moon and his shadow to kiss every corner of your flesh.
“Have you broken free already, Uchiha Obito?” you ask, inviting him to join your sacred feminine and yet impious side.
“Show me how to do it… help me” he whispers, entering your chambers, letting a blue coat fall into the ground as he walks through it… all you can see before he pins you against your mattress the Uchiha clan logo bathed by silver light.
In size bigger, his weight feels heavy on your body; but is the tension, the moment you’ve been waiting for so long what seems like to be crushing you down. Warm breaths mix as both mouths become closer and closer. Still no kiss, but definitely yearning lips that desperately want each other.
Obito takes some time before kissing to travel to your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin right next to your carotids. Then, with gasping respiration, he finally plants a couple of kisses and some biting on your flesh.
Your toes curl under ruffled sheets. Your nails carve by the sides of his body, up until his back muscles. Those move as he gets comfortable in between your spread legs, not before his hands forcing them open with elegant dominance.
You perceive his hardness against your core, getting even harder, pulsating also. Or maybe it was just your own body getting desperate to feel him closer.
One of your hands travel towards the indentation of his lower back. It stays there for a couple of seconds to feel his warmth; hot to the touch, his skin seems to be burning… feverish, in heat.
You found yourself trying to breath in between desperate kisses that get increasingly violent and needy. Trying also to pull down the only coverings that are still guarding his prudery, black pants that are beginning to feel too tight over his sex.
Clumsily, you reach for the hem to pull them down.
“Ta-take- them- off” you beg, in a staccato tone.
“Al-ready-?” he asks, biting your lower lip, pulling it in between his front teeth.
You giggle; in between so much impurity, sweet little traits flourish showing himself a little bit more like the cute kid you once met.
“I wanna feel you completely, as close as possible…” you whine, with lips grazing as you speak.
Obito grunts; indeed, a representation of his manly needs going crazy with such a begging statement coming from you. He obeys your plea, standing up and soon allowing nudity to show in full perfection before your eyes.
Many scars cover his body; white spots here and there, cuts that have already healed but left reminders of the past, cracks that thankfully were rejoined days after the war. In a way he looks like those ceramic pots that have been rejoined and restored with molten gold, a cracked vessel that found repairing with the value of something precious, valuable, to create a new life… molten gold, or love.
In awe, in love… how could someone be that perfect?
He crawls back to you, same position than before, but this time he grabs your right leg and lifts it up as he gets in between your legs.
You gasp with the slightest touch; a possessive squeeze on your thigh leaves you out of breath. And the fire in between your legs gets even hotter as his hardness, drippy and throbbing slowly gets its way between your folds. Just the tip, for now, seems enough, even though your flesh tries desperately to engulf his entire length.
A sweet mixture of honeys begin to form, as kisses come back and grazing sexes go up and down.
Obito’s hand, big enough to fit your whole breast in one grip, kneads your flesh while fingers pinch in between them your sensitive button.
Your back arches just as much as it can, as the crushing weight of his body only allows you to barely move. Not only he is heavy, but his back is wide and strong enough to get you pinned in place.
“You aren’t going anywhere” he murmurs, right in your ear. There is something so fucking hot of him while acting so dominantly calm… it makes you tremble; he can tell. He knows the effect he has, and he takes advantage of it.
“I am not planning to” you mutter back, biting his shoulder with force. Just another scar… this time made by lust.
“Ngh…” he growls, smiling against your neck. “I’m kinda getting desperate to fuck you” he confesses.
You close your eyes, giving yourself completely…
“Then fuck me…”
He scoffs; sliding his hand down your belly and into your flower. Obito kneels in between your legs, sliding one finger inside you.
“I’m not willing to hurt you… lets make sure you are ready for me”
Who would say he would end up being that cocky during sex? However, he is right… his length seems normal, perhaps a little over the norm. Yet his width, might hurt you if you aren’t fully prepared for it.
Slow ins and outs, ups and downs, and pressing just right gets you dilated for him. His motions are methodical, as if he might have learned how to do it by reading and studying.
Smirking, he enjoys your serpentine movements under his impaling hand. A smirk that gets bigger the faster he goes, and how much you pant in response to it.
And then, just when the torture of waiting gets too long for him and you, he finally takes his fingers out of you. And he does not move from the spot until sexily suck them one by one.
“I will taste you fully after, but I was getting kinda curious on your flavour, you know?” he gloats, leaving you on the verge of climax just by those words. “Now, shall we proceed?”
You swallow, getting ready for him. Sweating, agitated, with inner thighs trembling and throbbing walls desperate to hug every inch of his sex.
Obito crawls on top of you once again, this time holding his hardness ready to guide it inside you.
By instinct you lift your leg again, making that man so pleased with your compliance.
The tip slides right in, the rest doesn’t. He plays and enjoys your painful façade as it takes his sweet time to get fully in. Perhaps it’s about making it even sexier, or maybe it is because he is afraid of losing control too soon.
Your leg travels up to his buttocks, by itself pushing his hips against you. No more games, and no more waiting. Impale me, please.
“Heh…” he scoffs and grunts at the same time. Obito isn’t able to control himself any longer. So much he doesn’t, that he lets himself in with a piercing motion that’s painfully delicious.
You whine loud, carving your nails into his back and your heel into the small of his back.
The man of the Kamui shots you violently, making your sexes and inner thighs splash with your juices. Every thrust gets a louder moan, a beastlier grunt.
“O-obi-obito…ngh” you repeat, as climax gets you dizzy, contorting, even brainless.
“Yes… say my name.. ngh.- fuck-fuck-“ he also repeats, sweaty, panting, slobbering…
And love, that night might have lasted more than what the moon could have shone… Oh, how good feels to let the past go, right.. Uchiha Obito?
Just listened to an audio by Noriaki Sugiyama (Uryu and Sasuke's VA) saying "daisuki" several times in a... uhm... pornographic way. Found it on twitter. Apparently it is from a BL CD. 🎧⚡⬇️
uchiha obito! x f! reader
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬. > nsfw.mdni
warnings> nsfw. penetration. masturbation. au where he survived after the war.
a.n.> obito finally lets the past aside while his masculine needs take over. smut part might not be fully in character to me, since my biggest hc is that he is a virgin. but i am also very horny for him, so... and yeah, I edited the pic with ps. not AI.
also, it's been months since I wrote for the last time, so please keep that in mind.
w.c.> 2.4k
Water dripping from your hair.
his discoloured muscular arm tensed right beside your face…
“I told you I only love and will love her. Just… her!” he screams, a speech tinted in pain and just, perhaps, some hints of lies.
Your heart breaks for the thousandth time; of course, he does love Rin and only Rin, there is no need for him to remind you of that…
“I know! I- who- Why are you screaming at me???!” you shout, with your back plastered against the cold and humid surface of a rock, pinned between it and his naked chest. It’s been years since you abandoned the idea of becoming a slightly, even remotely love interest to him. Obito is not only in love but also traumatized and obsessed with a girl that’s been dead for the last twenty years… no matter how much you could love him; the feeling wouldn’t ever be retrieved.
His eyes, that used to flash different colours and patterns, darken. Obito’s fist closes and softly -but dominantly- punches the wall of rocks behind you.
“You think am I an idiot, (Name)? do you think I don’t see how you are trying to tempt me? You are naked, right here, in front of me… I told you, I don’t- I-“ he stops himself mid-sentence.
Flustered, ashamed, but still outraged with such accusations, your eyes avoid his judging gaze. Your fingers curl with strength around the hem of the towel that barely covers your dampened body, in no way you meant to tempt him by coming and taking a night swim at this secluded lake… allegedly.
“I am.. not… trying anything, Obito. I didn’t know you would also visit this place… I often come here… alone…” you explain.
He grunts; sighing with a fake annoyance as he looks up at the silver moon shining through nightly clouds.
Impossible; it becomes impossible for you not to peek the majestic picture of his neck muscles tightening. And the way that silver light filters and bathes the scars of his face.
“You are making it so difficult, you know I am a man. And men have needs, (Name)!” he complains, sliding his hands, grabbing you by your shoulders.
You swallow dry. However, you are soaking wet. Your heartbeat pounds louder than the waterfall itself, and the splashing of pure water remains the only pious thing on your body.
“I am not responsible, nor entitled to satisfy your awakening masculine needs, Obito… you are the only one fighting against something I have never implied to do with you”
Those words, as much as could sound like a riddle, hit him right away. In a way you couldn’t imagine, what you’ve just said disappoints him. You could see that in his eyes; perhaps letting him know you weren’t trying to seduce him, made him sad.
And you let him know you noticed; that faint, quick, almost invisible gaze of despondency turned into flushed cheeks. The man in front of you now wishes to be covered by the many masks he once wore. Unable to respond with valid words, silence lingers in the air as if all of his attacks and defences were finally deflected.
A moment of purity that lasts only for that, a moment.
Soon, his frown intensifies. Burning, with eyes that show what heart holds secretly deep inside, tinted in blood red, they carve into yours.
You can’t help it; your hand has already landed over the bumps of his cheek before you could even notice. Soft, caring, lovingly.
“Obito, would’ve you prefer for me to be indeed trying to tempt… to seduce you?”
You ask, slowly.
“Is that what you want, Obito?”
You ask, again.
Fear, despair, terror. Desperately fighting against the chains of the past, as if heavy shackles were stopping him from moving on, still attached to the past once again. A trembling lower lip, that aches to even move to give you a simple “yes”…
“Break free from the past, Uchiha Obito” you whisper, gently placing a sweet peck right on the corner of his lips.
His breathing stops. His hand tightens slightly on your arm. His head lowering just enough that his mouth disappears in shadow… And oh, his eyes… still watching you from under his brow, confused, and still tinted in lust…
You bite your lower lip; wondering if continuing might be a little too much for him to handle… for you to handle.
You might have lied before just a little; because Obito was right, all you have been doing was to, indeed, trying to tempt him. However, a good job needs time, and that’s exactly what you are going to give this confused -yet absolutely hard- man.
As he hasn’t still moved an inch from the original position you give him a subtle smile, but a look that screams loud how much you desire his body to finally allow those “manly needs” out.
“I won’t bother you again, Obito. I will find another place to dive” you murmur, freeing your arm from his tight, leaving the scene as fast as you could, while he still remains standing there, perhaps in panic inside his kamui dimension.
Panting, you run through the forests that surround Konoha. A small giggle escapes your lips; this has been the closest contact so far with him and it feels somehow like a victory.
Since the war, where he got a second -well, maybe a third- chance in life, he has been working hard in getting better from all the trauma, from all the pain and above all from all the guilt of his actions. And you, who once thought he had died during the teenager years, could say you were also given another chance in life; you have loved him since the very first day that goggled sweet boy crossed the gate -late of course- of the shinobi academy.
You flop into your bed, that run to your home felt like extreme jounin training. No clothes, still a little wet, with drops of water here and there, and your hair completely dampened. Feeling your pulse increase while you land your head on your pillow, images of muscles, of his scars, of his semi nudity only covered by a tiny towel flash through your mind.
“FUCK!!!” you whine, biting your pillow with half pity and half lustful tone.
…
A deep voice resonates all over your room. It comes from behind you, from your window.
You dare to open your eyes but not to turn; the shadow of a man bathed by moonlight, sitting right on your window sill, projects on your wall.
Apparently the job took less than expected…
It seems as if all of your courage has run out; you still can’t move; you are definitely afraid of tossing and facing him.
“No words, (Name)? Mh! It’s just as I expected” he spits, as sarcastically as sexily.
You shiver; the lower the tone he uses, the hotter his voice becomes. And you can’t take it no more… you need to visualize the image of him visiting tonight like a delicious surprise your own room.
Legs spread, a pose you usually despise now becomes the hottest position a man like him could take. Head tilted to the side, resting on one of his hands. The other, hanging in between his legs.
You lift the silk sheets that cover your naked body, allowing the moon and his shadow to kiss every corner of your flesh.
“Have you broken free already, Uchiha Obito?” you ask, inviting him to join your sacred feminine and yet impious side.
“Show me how to do it… help me” he whispers, entering your chambers, letting a blue coat fall into the ground as he walks through it… all you can see before he pins you against your mattress the Uchiha clan logo bathed by silver light.
In size bigger, his weight feels heavy on your body; but is the tension, the moment you’ve been waiting for so long what seems like to be crushing you down. Warm breaths mix as both mouths become closer and closer. Still no kiss, but definitely yearning lips that desperately want each other.
Obito takes some time before kissing to travel to your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin right next to your carotids. Then, with gasping respiration, he finally plants a couple of kisses and some biting on your flesh.
Your toes curl under ruffled sheets. Your nails carve by the sides of his body, up until his back muscles. Those move as he gets comfortable in between your spread legs, not before his hands forcing them open with elegant dominance.
You perceive his hardness against your core, getting even harder, pulsating also. Or maybe it was just your own body getting desperate to feel him closer.
One of your hands travel towards the indentation of his lower back. It stays there for a couple of seconds to feel his warmth; hot to the touch, his skin seems to be burning… feverish, in heat.
You found yourself trying to breath in between desperate kisses that get increasingly violent and needy. Trying also to pull down the only coverings that are still guarding his prudery, black pants that are beginning to feel too tight over his sex.
Clumsily, you reach for the hem to pull them down.
“Ta-take- them- off” you beg, in a staccato tone.
“Al-ready-?” he asks, biting your lower lip, pulling it in between his front teeth.
You giggle; in between so much impurity, sweet little traits flourish showing himself a little bit more like the cute kid you once met.
“I wanna feel you completely, as close as possible…” you whine, with lips grazing as you speak.
Obito grunts; indeed, a representation of his manly needs going crazy with such a begging statement coming from you. He obeys your plea, standing up and soon allowing nudity to show in full perfection before your eyes.
Many scars cover his body; white spots here and there, cuts that have already healed but left reminders of the past, cracks that thankfully were rejoined days after the war. In a way he looks like those ceramic pots that have been rejoined and restored with molten gold, a cracked vessel that found repairing with the value of something precious, valuable, to create a new life… molten gold, or love.
In awe, in love… how could someone be that perfect?
He crawls back to you, same position than before, but this time he grabs your right leg and lifts it up as he gets in between your legs.
You gasp with the slightest touch; a possessive squeeze on your thigh leaves you out of breath. And the fire in between your legs gets even hotter as his hardness, drippy and throbbing slowly gets its way between your folds. Just the tip, for now, seems enough, even though your flesh tries desperately to engulf his entire length.
A sweet mixture of honeys begin to form, as kisses come back and grazing sexes go up and down.
Obito’s hand, big enough to fit your whole breast in one grip, kneads your flesh while fingers pinch in between them your sensitive button.
Your back arches just as much as it can, as the crushing weight of his body only allows you to barely move. Not only he is heavy, but his back is wide and strong enough to get you pinned in place.
“You aren’t going anywhere” he murmurs, right in your ear. There is something so fucking hot of him while acting so dominantly calm… it makes you tremble; he can tell. He knows the effect he has, and he takes advantage of it.
“I am not planning to” you mutter back, biting his shoulder with force. Just another scar… this time made by lust.
“Ngh…” he growls, smiling against your neck. “I’m kinda getting desperate to fuck you” he confesses.
You close your eyes, giving yourself completely…
“Then fuck me…”
He scoffs; sliding his hand down your belly and into your flower. Obito kneels in between your legs, sliding one finger inside you.
“I’m not willing to hurt you… lets make sure you are ready for me”
Who would say he would end up being that cocky during sex? However, he is right… his length seems normal, perhaps a little over the norm. Yet his width, might hurt you if you aren’t fully prepared for it.
Slow ins and outs, ups and downs, and pressing just right gets you dilated for him. His motions are methodical, as if he might have learned how to do it by reading and studying.
Smirking, he enjoys your serpentine movements under his impaling hand. A smirk that gets bigger the faster he goes, and how much you pant in response to it.
And then, just when the torture of waiting gets too long for him and you, he finally takes his fingers out of you. And he does not move from the spot until sexily suck them one by one.
“I will taste you fully after, but I was getting kinda curious on your flavour, you know?” he gloats, leaving you on the verge of climax just by those words. “Now, shall we proceed?”
You swallow, getting ready for him. Sweating, agitated, with inner thighs trembling and throbbing walls desperate to hug every inch of his sex.
Obito crawls on top of you once again, this time holding his hardness ready to guide it inside you.
By instinct you lift your leg again, making that man so pleased with your compliance.
The tip slides right in, the rest doesn’t. He plays and enjoys your painful façade as it takes his sweet time to get fully in. Perhaps it’s about making it even sexier, or maybe it is because he is afraid of losing control too soon.
Your leg travels up to his buttocks, by itself pushing his hips against you. No more games, and no more waiting. Impale me, please.
“Heh…” he scoffs and grunts at the same time. Obito isn’t able to control himself any longer. So much he doesn’t, that he lets himself in with a piercing motion that’s painfully delicious.
You whine loud, carving your nails into his back and your heel into the small of his back.
The man of the Kamui shots you violently, making your sexes and inner thighs splash with your juices. Every thrust gets a louder moan, a beastlier grunt.
“O-obi-obito…ngh” you repeat, as climax gets you dizzy, contorting, even brainless.
“Yes… say my name.. ngh.- fuck-fuck-“ he also repeats, sweaty, panting, slobbering…
And love, that night might have lasted more than what the moon could have shone… Oh, how good feels to let the past go, right.. Uchiha Obito?
