Whispers of Obsession

A Moment of Weakness🍋

The air between us crackled with tension, thick and almost suffocating. I stood there, my breath ragged, my body still pressed against his as my heart fought against itself.

He hadn't let go, and there was no sign he would. The weight of his gaze, intense and unyielding, bore down on me like a storm.

"I told you, Y/N," Obito's voice was rough, a whisper of something darker slipping through. "You belong to me. I've given you everything."

The room felt unbearably small as I stood there in his grasp, my body tensing and releasing under his touch.

I had been strong all this time. I had resisted, fought against the hold he had over me—resisted even when my own heart faltered. But something about the way he held me now was different. His touch was warm, his presence overwhelming.

His lips were soft against my skin as he ran them over the edge of my jaw, and despite my mind screaming to pull away, my body responded.

My chest tightened with every breath, every heartbeat. The warmth of his touch spread like wildfire through me, loosening the tension I'd kept hidden for so long. There was no more resistance in me. Not right now. Not in this moment.

Both of our clothes were stripped away. One of his arms were hooked under my bare thighs and the other on the back of my head. My back was against the wall arching as he produced soft yet firm strokes.

I closed my eyes, feeling the heat of his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me closer, forcing me to feel every inch of him. Every movement was slow and deliberate, as if he were savoring every second of my surrender.

"You're not the woman you used to be," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "You've changed... But I don't mind. I'll make sure you remember who you are. Who you belong to."

I was barely aware of the words anymore. My mind felt clouded, the space between thought and action blurring. His lips hovered near mine again, and I didn't pull away. I didn't want to. For the first time in a long while, I let myself feel what he wanted me to feel.

His kiss was gentle, almost tender, but there was no mistaking the possessiveness in the way his lips claimed mine. It wasn't just about desire...it was about control, about making me understand that he was the one holding the reins, the one pulling the strings.

I could feel his hands trailing down my back, his fingers pressing into my skin as if he were trying to leave a mark on me. My breath hitched, and for a moment, I allowed myself to melt into him.

I didn't fight it. I didn't pull away. I gave in to his warmth, to the pull of him that had always been there.

His lips moved from mine, trailing down my neck as he kissed a path to my shoulder. My hands grabbed the sides of his jaw, and I shivered at the touch, at the feeling of his skin against mine.

I could feel myself losing control, the walls I'd built inside me crumbling one piece at a time. The storm inside my chest, the panic and the fear, faded into something softer, something unfamiliar but welcome in its own way.

My eyes closed and I threw my head back as he went deeper and deeper. "Still want to play games?" He whispered into my ear making chills run along my body.

But as much as I wanted to give in completely, a small part of me still fought. I was still the woman who had once stood on my own, the one who had vowed to escape this twisted world.

And yet, here I was. Surrendering.

"Obito..." My voice was barely above a whisper, shaky but steady as I lifted my head to meet his eyes. "Why are you doing this?"

His smirk deepened, a flicker of something darker flashing in his gaze. "Because you need me," he replied softly, almost tenderly. "And because you'll never be able to escape me. You're mine, Y/N. You always will be."

I wanted to deny it. I wanted to shout, to scream at him for trapping me like this, for taking away every shred of control I once had. But I didn't. I couldn't.

Instead, I let the silence of our exchanging heavy breathing settle between us, allowing the truth to sink in.

He wasn't wrong.

And for the first time in a long time, I let myself feel something other than rage, other than the need to escape. I felt... connected to him like once before.

In some twisted, fucked-up way, I felt like he understood me. And in that understanding, I found myself surrendering, just a little.

My back touched the soft mattress and one of his hands rested on my hip, while the other interlocked with my hand.

"I've always known what you needed, Y/N," he murmured against my lips, his voice full of confidence and something darker. "And it's me."

I could feel the weight of his words settling into my chest, each one pushing me closer to a breaking point I didn't know I was reaching for. His touch, so tender now, contrasted the fire that burned in my veins.

He propped himself against the headboard and pulled me onto him. His hands firmly gripped my hips as he slid me down on him and rocked me back and forth.

I gripped onto his shoulders and he continued to rock my hips. I gasped as he suddenly flipped me on my back and kissed down my jaw and began thrusting into me.

I cried out and held onto him. "Be as loud as you want" His lips hovered by my ear. He slammed into me making my back arch and a cry to escape my flushed lips.

After all this time, I still wasn't used to his size. "fuck" He groaned into my neck. He raised his head and looked down at me. His left hand tightened around my wrist and his right hand found its place on my neck.

He observed how my face twisted in pleasure and ecstasy. "open your eyes" His pace never faltered, every stroke seemed to find its place deeper and deeper inside me.

Everytime I tried to open them the pleasure shot through my body in a way I couldn't imagine. His grip tightened in a warning way. Obito then hooked his left hand under my thigh propping me up. "I said open them." His face hovered threatening over mine.

It was as if it took all my strength to simply open my eyes that dared to squeeze shut. My glossy eyes peered up into his dark ones. I felt my stomach tighten meaning only one thing. A smirk covered his face as my mouth flew agape.

"please-" The words came out strained and as a mere whisper but he heard me. "I'm sorry I didn't quite..."

"Obito!" I cried out in desperation. A rough groan echoed through my ears. He picked up his pace and immediately I released on him. Seconds later he quickly pulled out and released himself on my stomach.

But he didn't stop there.

He flipped me on all fours and slowly inserted his length. I fisted the sheet letting out a low moan. "How can you be this tight?" He groaned leaning over me.

I whimpered as he continued to slid himself in and out of me. A string of moans and curses sounded the room.