Thinking about Obito with a corruption kink has me weak. Like all he wants is to make a desperate, insatiable slut out of me just for him
YESSSSSS!!! The corruption kink is so strong for Obito.
You're so sweet and innocent, it drives him crazy. He'll probably take his time easing you into sex. Lots of heavy petting and making out, then one day he'd suggest taking things further. Obito would take his time kissing every inch of your body trailing down to your core, and having to bite back a groan when he sees how excited you are for him already. As soon as he starts lapping at your pussy, something clicks and you're so eager to learn more about sex. Obito is just as eager to teach you.
that gif set is making my mind wander to come eating.. sander feeding robbe his own come okay BYE 💦✨
funny you should mention that, Anon.
I’ve been busy this evening.
(cw: smut under the cut...😈)
Slowly washing the shampoo out of his hair, Robbe sighs and stretches his neck back and forth, waking up to the day. On the other side of the shower curtain, Sander is shaving, and Robbe sneaks a peek every now and then. Something about Sander shaving gets him really excitable. Maybe because it’s intimate, maybe because it reminds him how masculine Sander is. It’s like that feeling he got when they rented a car (for a road trip to Amsterdam), and every time Sander reversed it, he put his hand on the back of Robbe’s headrest and turned to look through the rear window. It made Robbe giddy but he tried not to let on.
Sander has been talking for a while now, as he shaves, because - as Robbe has discovered - Sander is a morning person and likes talking even when all Robbe can muster as response is a grunt. But the other reason for Robbe’s reticence this morning is how sexy Sander looks when he moves the razor down over his jawbone and under his chin, the scratchy sound it makes, the way his tanned hands look in the mirror.
‘You’re not listening to me, are you?’ Sander asks, with a smile.
Robbe ducks back behind the curtain to lather up his skin. And avoid making eye contact. ‘I always listen when you talk,’ he says, ‘obviously.’
‘Mmhmm,’ Sander hums, and Robbe knows by the sound that Sander’s shaving his top lip and it makes him wanna moan.
‘So what did I just say?’ Sander asks.
‘You said I am a beautiful boy and you are lucky to date me,’ Robbe replies, knowing Sander won’t want to contradict him even in a clear lie.
‘Oh you got me there,’ Sander laughs, and Robbe laughs too, warm with how loved he feels, how right it is with Sander.
He continues rubbing the body wash into his shoulders, arms, chest, stomach, legs, and breathes in the fresh smell of peppermint, just enjoying the few minutes of peace at the start of the day. His first class is English, something he dreads, because his teacher is always looking to trip him up.
He gets lost in thought about what he has to do today, when suddenly he hears the bath creak behind him and he turns around with a surprised smile, ‘Whaaa?!’
Sander stands naked in front of him, dark eyes and smooth skin, tanned and mischievous, as he circles his hands slowly around Robbe’s waist, looking at him in that way, the way that makes Robbe feel like he’s going to be eaten alive.
‘Morning,’ Sander murmurs in his rough voice before he presses his lips to Robbe’s, and kisses him, ending it by sucking deeply on his bottom lip.
‘Morning,’ Robbe replies, a little smirk on his face as he kisses Sander again and then turns back to face the stream. It’s not often they share the shower, but sometimes it’s nice to have Sander be so domestic with him.
Sander keeps kissing his shoulder, his neck, his back, and Robbe smiles, shivers a bit when Sander’s hands spread hotly across his sides, holding him in place. He loves being held by Sander, by those big hands.
‘I’m nearly done,’ Robbe says, over his shoulder, and Sander hums.
‘No, I don’t think so.’
‘Hm?’ Robbe asks, still not quite awake.
‘You’re nowhere close to done yet,’ Sander says, before kissing down Robbe’s spine, and Robbe twists to look at him.
‘Sander…’ he whispers, stuck between fear of being caught and the sheer thrill that he gets from seeing Sander on his knees.
But his boyfriend just smirks up at him, hands resting on Robbe’s ass now, and says, ‘I’m staying down here until you’re done. All you have to decide is - front or back?’
Robbe chokes on his own breath. The way Sander speaks so frankly about sex, so boldly suggests having sex right there in the shared bathroom, scrambles any coherent reply Robbe could muster up.
But Sander just licks his lips and stares up at him with that mischievous look, the one he always has when he knows he’s pushing Robbe but Robbe likes it.
He turns to face Sander fully, the stream of water hitting the top of his shoulders now, then nervously twines his hands in his hair, and whispers, ‘What’s gotten into you?’
Sander’s eyes trail slowly down Robbe’s neck and chest and abdomen, then fix on his half-hard dick.
‘Front it is, then,’ Sander says, his ice blue eyes darting back up to take in Robbe’s expression as he slowly brings Robbe into his mouth.
‘F-fuck!’ Robbe cries, then clamps a hand over his own mouth to stop making any more sound.
But Sander just licks him all over, teasing him in all the most sensitive spots, one hand cupping his balls, gently tickling his taint, and Robbe’s heartbeat is already skyrocketing.
‘Fuck, man,’ Robbe moans, relaxing into it now, his hands both coming to Sander’s head, his fingers spreading through Sander’s hair. He loves feeling it bob as Sander quickly swallows him down.
Sander has waxed lyrical about loving Robbe’s dick many, many times. The first time Robbe let him go down on him, Sander couldn’t stop himself from pulling back every few minutes to talk about how perfect it was, how he loved the way it fit in his palm, almost the same length from the heel of his hand to the tip of his middle finger. But Robbe can really feel how much Sander loves going down on him. He can sense it in the way Sander looks at him, the way he hollows his cheeks, the way he wants to stay sucking Robbe off even after Robbe’s come in his mouth.
And right now, Sander’s eyes are closed in pleasure, his mouth hot and wet as he groans around Robbe, his hands circling round to Robbe’s ass to play with his asscheeks and slip a finger down to his hole.
Robbe’s knees are getting shaky the closer to climax he gets, and he knows Sander won’t stop until he comes (and maybe not even then…). He loves how good it feels, how much Sander wants to give as he sucks and slurps and moans, his finger tapping Robbe’s hole now, making him jolt a little in arousal. He thinks about the time Sander fingered him awake and feels the smile spread across his face. He should tell Sander to do it again.
Then, the door opens.
‘Sorry, kitten, I’m late for work and I have to brush my teeth!’ Milan warns, ‘I mean, I know you’re a dirty dirty boy but do you really have to take so long to shower? Just kidding.’
Robbe freezes, and looks down at Sander, who’s instinctively pulled off, checking to see how far the curtain extends to secure their privacy.
‘M-Milan,’ Robbe replies, out of breath and mortified, his hands suspended mid-air in shock, ‘Sorry, I-’
‘It’s fine, it’s fine, just be glad it’s me and not Zoë. That girl is a treasure but she is hard work sometimes. I really don’t blame Senne for getting worked up. But he’s such a drama queen too in his own way, you know?’
Milan prattles on, even with the toothbrush in his mouth, and clearly has no notion Sander is in the shower with Robbe, or that he’s looking up at Robbe with that mischievous look again, while Robbe mouths the words No… no, no, no, no, no!
But Sander licks his lips again and moves them back to Robbe’s tip, and his finger back to Robbe’s hole. He doesn’t go any further, just touches him teasingly, without moving more, his lips resting on Robbe’s dick, his fingers light on Robbe’s rim. And Robbe is writhing there, trying to control his breathing, trying not to alert Milan to the fact that Sander is driving him wild. Yet, Milan is still talking, oblivious to what’s happening on the other side of the curtain.
‘...she seemed like a nice girl, too, but she really was just a rebound, you know? And I hope she learned something from that brief encounter, and that she can get some closure from Senne, because I stalked her on Insta the other day and I mean- if I was into girls, I’m just saying, she’d be out of my league…’
Every time Sander exhales, his hot breath fans across Robbe’s wet dick and it makes his thighs shake. He arches into Sander’s touch, unconsciously begging for more, because this edging is making him sweat, making him desperate, so turned on at the fact that he’s being touched in front of an unaware audience. He’s still embarrassed, nervous, petrified, but he’s surprised to find that he likes it, he likes the risk, he likes that Sander is so unabashed, so proud and dominating. He loves the way it feels, even as he’s squirming and self-conscious.
Then, then, Sander drops his jaw, sticks his tongue out, and licks all around Robbe’s tip. Robbe’s dick is slick with precum and another bit drops out as Sander licks in agonising, slow, repeated circles, his eyes staring at Robbe the whole time. Robbe feels his breath choke in his lungs under the pressure.
‘...you’re lucky you’re pretty, is all I’m saying, because if my man was having this intense a relationship with a shower, I’d be looking to set some boundaries. Oh shit, it’s already ten to, I have to go, kusjes, schatje, doei dan!’
Finally Milan leaves the bathroom, and as soon as he closes the door, Robbe grabs hold of Sander’s head and pulls him down on his dick, unable to wait any more. He gets off on the sound of Sander slurping around it, moaning with pleasure, and he knows Sander likes it when Robbe takes charge a little, so he bobs him back and forth, letting himself be louder now, quietly murmuring Fock, man, yes, yes, yes, baby-
He doesn’t last long with Sander such a vision beneath him, especially when he notices how Sander has started to jerk himself off. Sander slides off, kissing his dick as he does, before he looks up at Robbe - still tugging at his own rock-hard dick - and in a broken voice says, ‘I’m so close, Robin.’ The way he looks up at Robbe, tears in his eyes, his lips swollen from sucking him, is enough to bring Robbe right to the edge. So he sighs, and nods, and Sander sinks back down, his lips stretching around Robbe, his eyes closed in bliss, and it only takes one moan from Sander to bring on Robbe’s climax. His legs shake, always weak when Sander lets him come in his mouth, coming harder when he feels Sander actively suck it out of him, groaning in pleasure, and Robbe feels light, electric, hot with how sexual this is, how much he loves giving himself to Sander like this. And just as he has that thought, he feels more than hears Sander whining when his own orgasm hits and he goes back down on Robbe, surprising them both when he deepthroats him and moans loudly at the feeling of Robbe coming a little bit more down his neck.
Robbe is panting, feeling like he’s run a race, his hands going soft and pliant in Sander’s hair now as he pulls him off and wipes some come from the corner of his mouth. His chest is still heaving, but not as much as Sander’s, who rests his forehead against Robbe’s hip as he tries to catch his breath.
‘You…’ Robbe starts, and takes another inhale, ‘are amazing.’
Sander smiles against Robbe, and then shakily stands up on two feet, cupping Robbe’s face as he presses a kiss to his lips. It’s a good morning I love you kiss. A thank you kiss. A kiss that’s a gift.
And then, Sander kisses him again, opening his lips this time, and licks into Robbe’s mouth, where the shocking sharp taste of his own come explodes. It revs Robbe up like an engine, and he growls, grabbing Sander closer, demanding, loving the way he feeds Robbe’s kinks - literally - and how he enjoys getting Robbe worked up and hungry. Sander pushes him against the wall with his body, filling his mouth with tongue and come and groans, sucking his lip and murmuring praise, that’s my good boy, taste yourself on me, see how sweet you are? I could eat you forever.
Robbe squirms with the compliments, and the way Sander works his body, feeding him until they’re both swallowing back Robbe’s come and sticky with the aftertaste.
‘Can I do you now?’ Robbe begs, wanting more than anything to make Sander feel like this. Especially when it operates as a good excuse to skip English class.
But Sander smirks and says, ‘Maybe tonight. If you’re good.’
And Robbe will endure any amount of bad teachers if it means he can have Sander naked in his shower again.
like maybe if you were both too tired to really do anything but he’s been away for so long and you missed each other so much and you just wanted to be close and feel each other, like a much more intimate version of spooning.
or perhaps as a way of teasing each other.
imagine sitting on the couch with Tom “watching” a movie.
You’re on his lap, sitting with your back pressed against his chest. His sweatpants are pulled down to his thighs and your underwear are pushed to the side. The indescribable feeling of his hard cock stretching your inner walls. You want nothing more than to move your hips; to grind down against him, but you refuse to give in.
You’ve been teasing each other all day and have got a little bet going about which one of you will break first.
You can feel Tom’s warm breath fanning out against the nape of your neck. Barely able to control himself. Quiet moans turning into strained whimpers because you know how good your warm wetness feels to him.
When his strong hands settle down along your hips, fingertips pressing into your flesh, you know he won’t last much longer.
same pie anon, i literally meant to bake me a pie😂 elliot knee what i meant
Elliot: TOLD YOU SO!
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