[ dizzying really is the best way to describe the way he makes her feel. it's been so long since sakura's had anything but her own two hands that everything obito does is almost overwhelming. in a good way. the best way, really.
his mouth on her breast makes her cry out, hips twitching upwards in little half-thrusts. she can't quite manage anything more than that with the way he's pinned her, but she doesn't really mind. being surrounded with nothing to focus on other than the way he's touching her, the feel of his hardness against her... that's what she wants. what she's been craving.
her fingers drag down his back, nails digging into his skin just a little, until she can shove at the waistband of his pants. ] Off. [ it's little more than a heavy exhale. she can't seem to catch her breath. ] Want to feel you.
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his mouth on her breast makes her cry out, hips twitching upwards in little half-thrusts. she can't quite manage anything more than that with the way he's pinned her, but she doesn't really mind. being surrounded with nothing to focus on other than the way he's touching her, the feel of his hardness against her... that's what she wants. what she's been craving.
her fingers drag down his back, nails digging into his skin just a little, until she can shove at the waistband of his pants. ] Off. [ it's little more than a heavy exhale. she can't seem to catch her breath. ] Want to feel you.