before i go back to writing may I share with you my character attempting awkwardly to semi-reveal themself by sharing an inside joke with the person they've been flirting with while pretending to be someone else, while not realizing they're talking to an entirely different person who doesn't even know about those inside jokes?
Do you think Mr. Loudcloud (shirakumo Oboro) be hella into finger banging tf outta his gf while their friends are sleeping in the same room? Idk what's with this dude he's just hghfnfjdb hawt and funny and I want him to power dom me 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 I want him to finger fuck me to heaven and back then kiss me with that cheeky grin bc he's a dork and acts innocent like "did I just do that? Oh right I did! "
Female reader, NSFW
He whispers in your ear as light and soft as the touch between your legs, “You better be quiet, sunshine. Don’t wanna wake anyone up, do you?” You bite your lip and bury your face in the pillow just as he rubs a wet fingertip over your stiff clit. The smirk in his voice only makes you hotter. “I barely touched you and you’re already so wet — “
”Oboro,” you whine, then slap a hand over your mouth to stifle the moan that trails after. He slips two fingers through your folds as his thumb continues a firm pressure over your clit, and you cannot help shifting your hips to encourage those fingers to travel downward and bury inside you. But no, he merely rubs your leaking entrance, dips inside to the first knuckle, and pulls away to spread the string of juices over his fingertips.
The loss of his touch leaves you burning and pulsing with aching need. You feel like you are overheating in the damn blanket Oboro has thrown over you both, and with him pressed up to you from behind so closely that you are almost dangling off the edge of the bed, you are trapped in a dizzying spiral of overwhelming pleasure. He has your leg up and over his hip as he keeps his hand shoved down your pajama bottoms to play with your pussy, and your only revenge is to grind back onto the hard bulge sandwiched between your ass cheeks.
“Nnnhh — that feels good, baby,” Oboro breathes, and when someone stirs in the nearby bed, he latches his mouth onto your neck and busies himself with sucking and biting your skin.
You can’t help staring at the bed across from you. Hizashi is blissfully snoring away. The lump buried beneath the blanket beside him is none other than Shouta himself. You are worried about him most of all. He is a light sleeper to begin with, and with Hizashi’s snoring mixed with the wet sounds of Oboro’s kisses … you pray Shouta has at least forced himself to sleep.
Hizashi lets out a particularly loud snort, and Shouta curls in on himself with his pillow wrapped around his head. Oboro pauses as you hold your breath, and you think he has finally gotten the hint that this is risky, that no matter how clever your boyfriend thinks he is by hiding yourselves beneath a sweaty, humid blanket, you will get caught and it will be awkward —
Oboro cups your mound and drags his palm over your wet pussy as he leaves kisses along the column of your neck. He is quiet now, at least, although that gives you little respite from his antics when he finally, slowly shoves two thick fingers into your sopping hole.
You bite your pillow and roll your hips in time with his torturous rhythm, sighing at the feeling of his fingers rubbing against your fleshy walls and forcing your juices to spill out with every push and pull movement. The slickness coats your inner thighs and forms a wet patch on his boxers, but you know how much Oboro loves to make you messy. You have no doubt that he’s stained himself with precum by now, too. The urge to lick his cock clean makes you pulse around his fingers, and he lets out a little rumbling sound.
“Is my good girl gonna cum for me?” he whispers, his voice low and gravelly from pleasure.
You can only nod forcefully into your pillow and lift your leg up higher to signal your need. One of your arms digs beneath your pillow and comes into contact with his hand, and he twines your fingers together. Even now, a warm feeling blooms in your chest. Oboro nibbles your earlobe, dragging his teeth ever so lightly as he finishes off with a kitten lick, and you are too focused on controlling your erratic breathing to notice his hand tightening around your own, or the way he presses even closer to your back.
Oboro catches you entirely off-guard as his fingers begin pistoning quickly in and out of your cunt. You have to double down on keeping your mouth shut, and yet you both know it is a losing battle. The broken whimpers clawing out from the back of your throat only spur him to go faster, until your back is arched and your nipples are rubbing uncomfortably against your shirt —
“Come on, baby.” The quivering desperation in his voice shocks you. “Cum on my fingers … you can do it, sweetheart — that’s it, that’s my girl — “
As your thighs tremble and your pussy contracts around him, Oboro quickly brings his hand out from beneath the pillow and forces your head to turn back, and suddenly his mouth is swallowing your cry with hungry kisses as your cunt squeezes his fingers and succumbs to delirious release.
It takes you a moment to calm down. You are both breathing heavily, and he kisses you so deeply and soundly, tangling his tongue wetly with yours while he smoothes your hair away from your face. The angle is awkward, and you can’t sustain it for too long. He lets you turn around after whispering against your lips, “You really are my good girl, baby,” and you feel so complete.
He isn’t done, though.
You are a sweaty, limp rag doll while he arranges you the way he wants. There is a momentarily rustle of clothing, and you whimper at the feeling of his impossibly warm cock slip through your slick, sensitized folds. The heaviness of his length rests along your thigh. You let him move your leg from his hip to press your thighs together, and you dutifully clench around him to earn a moan. You’ve never heard a sweeter sound in your life.
“C-can I — “ Oboro buries his face in your hair as his arm wraps around your waist. “Just for a little bit — please — “
“Use me, Oboro,” you quietly say, and when he grinds his cock between your thighs, so thick and smooth as it nestles perfectly against your pussy, you forget all about the audience in the room.
I’m still thinking about that War Master audio Big Finish did, where he finally took over the universe and killed the Doctor and falls into depression because of it for the entire rest of the boxset. It took a bloody Master coming to find him from another universe and basically telling him “Dude, what did you think would happen when you killed the Doctor? Now go back in time and undo yourself taking over the universe!” ................ and he went and did it lmao
