𝗠𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲 {Obito Uchiha}

Chapter 20: Call me by your name

A/N: Dedicated to this awesome person and author @janaeuzumaki, thank you for for being such an amazing friend , proofreader and a shoulder to cry on even if you're so far away !❤️ 🌎❤️

Okay. Alright.

I'm going to hell for this chapter.

So. The time has come. Pun fully intended.

Warnings: Some light kinks might be mentioned, just a few ones here and there,  didn't exactly count them, lol

That's it.

That's all you need to know.

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"You can't be serious."

"Do you see me laughing?"

Obito's expression was disturbingly calm the way he was leaning so casually against the desk behind him with his hands shoved in his pockets.

I shook my head and crossed my legs on the desk I was sitting on, one to hide my bare flesh the best I could, and two, to ease the throbbing pain our previous heated moment had left in between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together, and the pressure teased my clit with the barest stimulation. My mouth had gone completely dry and my tongue ran over my lips to wet them. The taste of our kiss was still lingering on. Obito cut his eyes over me. I tugged the fabric of my skirt down as if that would do any better.

"That's not gonna happen, Obito," I stated firmly. "I'm not gonna display my naked bottom in front of you and then have you watch me like some sort of uncensored after midnight movie. Now, piss off."

"And why is that?" his chin lifted in a questioning manner, a dark eyebrow raised at my hesitation. "Judging by the way you rubbed yourself on me just a few minutes ago, you kinda seemed like you were way too eager to rip all your clothes off and have your way with me."

"This is different. You're basically asking me to put on an exclusive strip show for your perverted ass."

He held up a finger to catch my attention. "No," he said. "What you fail to understand is that what I'm asking you basically works for your own pleasure. You, in fact, are gonna show me what you want me to do to you- " his eyes lingered on my legs. "So, if I'm about to make any move... I need to know beforehand what you like most. How you like to be touched-" his head tilted to the side, taking in my image. "With my hands. Or my tongue. Or my cock, you name it," then his eyes flickered upward and met mine again. "All I want from you is a little head start."

My eyes narrowed suspiciously toward him. "You really had it all planned all this time, didn't you?"

The male didn't as much as waver in his spot. Nothing but a faint, self-confirming smirk was stretching his lips. "I'm more of an improviser myself," then he gave me a casual shrug. "But yeah, sometimes I'm a bit of a planner if I know that my partner is going to enjoy what I've prepared for us."

I hated the magnetic force he had on me. How his cunning words would always strike an enthusiastic chord or bring my worst perversions to the surface. The way I would find myself flirting with the edge of a cliff while being with him and not giving a damn if I fell off. Something was fundamentally wrong with me.

"Remember the other night we had that crazy phone sex?" his question pulled me out of thoughts again as his gaze searched mine. "I just described all the dirty things I want to do to you and you came so hard and fast, moaning my name through the call. So fucking hot right? " he offered me a small smile while I saw how his lower lip curled under his teeth. He bit it down and closed his eyes for a moment. "Goddamn, Jun. I didn't even tell you everything in graphic detail, just kept a few things to myself to have something to reveal later on -" he paused for a mere second before beckoning me with his head. "Show me the way you spread your legs on your bed that night and played with that sweet pussy of yours, would you?"