𝑅𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑀𝑒 [ ObaMitsu fanfic/ R-(MA)] Kimetsu No Yaiba

Chapter 13 - Sweet Honey and Butter

Chapter Song - Loveless- "In the Middle of the Night"

❗️This chapter contains  HEAVY sexual content❗️

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The air in the room felt electric, charged with the tension that had been building between them for weeks. As they stood close, the space between their bodies shrinking with every breath. She felt her heart race as his fingertips brushed her arm, sending a shiver down her spine.

Their eyes locked, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both tender and hungry. He slid his right hand along the curve of her waist, his touch slow and deliberate.

As his hand traced up her side, his thumb grazed her through the fabric, teasing her hardened nipple. The subtle pressure sent a wave of heat coursing through her, making her body tremble. A soft, breathless moan escaped her lips, breaking the rhythm of their kiss, as the sensation overwhelmed her, pulling her deeper into the moment.

Her body responded instantly, leaning into him as his arms encircled her waist, pulling her tightly as her breast pressed against his chest. The kiss deepened, their lips moving in sync as if they had been waiting for this moment forever. His hand slid up her back, tangling in her hair, while hers gripped the back of his shirt, pulling him closer still, needing more.

They stumbled onto the bed, their lips never parting, each kiss growing more urgent than the last. She felt his breath against her skin as he trailed kisses along her jawline, down to her neck, making her gasp softly.

Her cellphone rang again, breaking their moment. The two looked at eachother as they tried to catch their breath. Iguro's patience was wearing thin,  Mitsuri glanced at the screen, then back at Iguro, her eyes filled with anger, she did something he hadn't expected. Without breaking eye contact, she answered the call, the faintest whisper of [Hello] was heard from ex-boyfriend.

Their gazes locked, a silent understanding passing between them, heavy with unspoken desire. Mitsuri placed the phone on the nightstand having the mic turned toward them, allowing her ex on the other end to hear every moment they were about to experience.

Her hands roamed over his body, feeling the hard lines of his muscles beneath his shirt. In one swift motion, he tugged it over his head, tossing it aside. Her fingers danced over his bare chest, their breathing ragged now as he met her gaze again, his eyes dark with desire.

[Hello? Mitsuri?]

"Mitsuri, if we go any further, I won't be able to control myself," he whispered, his voice thick with restraint.

The weight of his words made her heart race, each syllable sending a thrill through her. The memory of him from her dreams flickered in her mind—the way his snake-like scars framed his face, hauntingly beautiful. Those words felt familiar, like she had lived this moment again and again, always holding back. But this time, something was different. Her pulse quickened as she locked eyes with him, her breath hitching before she said , "Then don't stop."