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

Chapter 35 - Fall right back to you (Part 4)

Chapter Song: "Clarity" - Zedd feat. Foxes & "Thief" - JSTJR

❗️WARNING❗️
This chapter contains high sexual moments
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The music pulsated through the air, the bass vibrating deep in their chests, yet all Obanai could focus on was the heat radiating from Mitsuri's body. He had been watching her from a distance, captivated by the way her lingerie dress clung to her curves, her skin glistening from the heat of the club, and her hair sticking slightly to her damp neck. Her body moved to the rhythm, swaying seductively, and he couldn't tear his eyes away.

He moved through the crowd, his heart hammering in time with the music, and finally reached her. Without a word, Obanai took Mitsuri's hand, and when she turned to meet his gaze, the unspoken tension between them snapped tight. Her eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks flushing as he pulled her close, their bodies pressing together in an intimate embrace. The world around them blurred, the crowd, the lights—all of it faded into the background as the electricity between them sparked into life.

Mitsuri's breath hitched as Obanai's chest pressed against her back, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her heart raced, and she could feel the heat of his breath on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She leaned into him, her body instinctively moving in sync with his, grinding slowly against him as his grip tightened, a silent claim on her.

Obanai's lips brushed her neck, just a whisper of a touch, but it was enough to make Mitsuri gasp, her body responding with a quiet, breathless moan that only he could hear. Her skin tingled under his touch, and she pressed back against him harder, grinding her hips in rhythm with the music. She felt his body react instantly, his breath catching as his fingers dug slightly into her hips.

"Mitsuri," he whispered, his voice low, thick with desire, his lips grazing her ear. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the feel of him, the way his hands roamed over her body, teasing her, guiding her as they swayed together.

Her hand drifted over his, guiding him lower, closer to where she ached for his touch. She moved his hand under her dress, her breath shallow with anticipation. His fingers brushed over her shorts, and the heat between them ignited. The way she pressed against him, her back arching slightly, made his pulse race.

"Please, Obanai," she breathed, her voice barely audible over the music but filled with need. Her head tilted back, resting on his shoulder, and she felt the gentle, teasing pressure of his thumb as it grazed her.

His restraint was slipping, and when he heard her whisper his name like that, all hesitation melted away. "You sure?" he murmured into her ear, his voice dark with want. Mitsuri nodded, her body trembling slightly as she ground herself against him, desperate for more.

Obanai's hand slid lower, under her dress and over her shorts, his fingers pressing against her, feeling the wet heat that had been building inside her. Mitsuri's soft moan drove him wild, her body responding to every little touch, her hips grinding against his thumb as she clung to him. His other hand moved to her waist, guiding her movements, as they danced together in the shadows of the club, lost in their own world.

The heat between them was unbearable, and when Mitsuri turned to face him, their bodies still pressed together, their breathing heavy, the tension reached its peak. Her hands found his chest, fingers gripping his shirt as she pulled him closer, their lips inches apart. The desire in her eyes mirrored his own, both of them on the edge, ready to give in.

Obanai's dark eyes flickered between her lips and her eyes, wanting to close the distance but holding back, savoring the moment—the anticipation. Mitsuri's breath brushed his lips, and they hovered there, the world around them falling away as they danced on the edge of their desire, the line between them blurred completely.