#this is the driest sex ive ever written

[ichor-and-symbiosis]

No Below. (Oboro x f!Reader, NSFW)

You remembered how disorienting it felt at first. The sensation of sinking into nothingness, yet staying afloat by the whims of some unseen power. Your body lay prone amongst the clouds as you soaked in sunlight. A delicate chill licked along your back, as though mist had crept up behind you.

The sun burned hot and bright overhead, just the way you loved it. Piercing rays of light warmed you from above as you absorbed the electromagnetic waves and basked in the tingling feeling of recharge. The duality of heat and coolness felt heavenly; a cyclical respite you never knew you needed until you had met Oboro.

The back of your eyelids glowed red as you shut out the rest of the world. All you could perceive was the distant sound of ocean waves lapping at the shore beneath your sanctuary of clouds.

Everything was picturesque, serene, and quiet.

It made you suspicious.

You slowly turned your head and opened your eyes. Oboro was staring at you, laying on his side with his head propped up on one hand, and looking every bit the unrepentant scoundrel. He grinned and asked, “Enjoying yourself, sunshine?“

“I am,” you admitted truthfully, reaching over to poke his nose. “But not as much as you, apparently. How long have you been watching me?”

Oboro took hold of your wrist and kissed the back of your hand. “It’s a little hard to hold back when you’re wearing a bikini.”

“Avoiding my question, I see.”

He pressed your hand to his face and nuzzled it. “You’re too gorgeous not to look at.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest as you shyly snatched your hand back. He always did this to you, acting clueless one moment and disarming you with sweet compliments the next. You could never predict his whimsical commentary and it always kept you on edge, not knowing when the next flirtatious remark will strike. Judging by Oboro’s smirk, he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

And now that he had you vulnerable, he decided it was time to go in for the kill.

“Shouldn’t you be wearing sunscreen?” he innocently said, eyeing your curves. You held back a giggle when you noticed his gaze straying to your breasts. "I know you need sunlight, but you need to protect yourself from UV light, too! Can’t have you dying on me from, like, cancer or something.”

“Don’t be so morbid.”

“I’m just thinking ahead, sweetheart,” he flippantly replied. “Luckily for you, you have such a loving, caring, handsome boyfriend who happens to have brought some sunscreen with him.”

You arched an eyebrow. “Thinking ahead, huh? More like thinking about a reason to have your hands all over me.”

Oboro flashed you a coy smile as he reached over to rummage around in his backpack. “Here I am concerned for your health, and you try to make me out to be some sort of pervert.” He pulled out the lotion with a little sound of victory. “If anything, I’d say you’re the pervert here.” Your mouth fell into a thin line when he wagged his finger at you. “Your mind is a dirty place, baby.”

“How difficult that must be for you,” you drawled, making a show of slowly sitting up and raising your arms over your head to arch your back and stretch. From the corner of your eye, you could see Oboro’s cockiness immediately fall away, replaced by a boyishly lecherous expression as he clutched the bottle to his chest to restrain himself from touching you. His tanned cheeks had a lovely crimson tint. “Will you help me with my back?”

He was behind you in an instant, fumbling with the bottle as you waited. The sudden sting of cold sunscreen on your shoulder blade was immediately smoothed away by his large hands. You sighed and relaxed into his questing touches, moaning a little when he massaged your shoulders. Having your skin slick with lotion during a massage was absolute heaven.

Oboro’s breath fanned across the nape of your neck. You smirked and peered over your shoulder just as his hands snaked their way past your ribcage and slid beneath your bikini top. “I didn’t know I - aah - I - I would need sunscreen beneath my clothes … “

“You can take it off,” he murmured, kissing right below your ear. His hands cupped your breasts, groping and kneading for a moment as you arched into his touch and bit your lip. “You don’t wanna get weird tan lines, right?”

The thin piece of fabric was shoved downward to expose your pebbled nipples to the cool air. They tightened further when Oboro pinched the pink buds between thumb and forefinger, rolling and tugging on the stiff peaks until he had you squirming and panting from how good it felt.

“Oboro,” you sighed, realizing belatedly that you had reached behind to dig your nails into his thigh. “Please don’t tease me.”

“But you’re so cute like this, baby,” he cooed into your ear.

You found yourself leaning back onto his chest as he smoothed his thumbs over your sensitized nipples. Your head fell to the side as his nose nudged your jaw to have easier access to your neck. His lips immediately latched on - a deceptively chaste kiss, followed by the slow drag of his tongue over the spot he had chosen, and the electrifying feeling of his teeth digging into your skin as he nipped and sucked a mark into existence.

“H-hickies are gonna - nnnhh - draw attention at work!”

Oboro hummed against your neck and let go with a wet pop, trailing his tongue over your skin for a moment as his hands guided you into his lap. You flushed when he rolled his hips to grind his clothed erection along your ass.

“I can find a new spot,” he said with a smile, and you nearly whimpered when he removed his hands from your heated skin. But he was back almost instantly, lathering the lotion between his palms and spreading it over your neck. “See? True to my word.”

He was planning something. The innocent glide of his caress down your body and along your outer thighs did not fool you. “And where will that new spot be? Perhaps somewhere your sneaky fingers aren’t wandering off to at this moment?”

“What, you mean here?” Oboro boldly slid his hands to grope your fleshy inner thighs and rubbed his thumbs near your clothed cunt. “Would you look at that,” he slyly remarked. “Got sunscreen all over my favorite place to kiss. Guess I gotta improvise!”

You giggled and twisted half-way in his lap to see his shameless expression. His eyes instantly zeroed in on your exposed breasts as he wrapped an arm around your waist and helped himself to a handful of tit. “Still teasing me,” you accused with a hitched breath as he slowly circled his thumb over your nipple.

His hooded eyes and half-smirk swiftly made you realize that you were not in control here. He leaned forward to press a lingering kiss to your forehead, his lips grazing your skin as he replied, “You’re teasing me, playing dumb and making me do the dirty work.”

Before you could respond, he immediately smothered your indignant comeback with a searing kiss. The instant his warm, wet lips took to gliding sensuously over your mouth as his tongue tangled with yours, you completely forgot what you wanted to say.

What use were words right now, anyway? Nothing else mattered, not when his hand cupped your mound and firmly rubbed your clit through your bikini. The steady build-up was torturously delicious, and you prayed he would not stop, prayed he would give you more as you dug your fingers in his soft hair and whimpered and rolled your hips in time with his movements. His chest was flush against your sensitive nipples, and you belatedly realized that you were pressing yourself as close to him as he was to you, his muscular arm laid across your back with his hand digging into your shoulder.

The seat of your bottoms was soaked through entirely. It was unbearable, the steady drag of the soiled cloth along your folds as Oboro massaged your clit between two fingertips, ran them over your puffy lips to spread your fluids beneath the fabric, and pressed up against your pulsing entrance as he sucked wet kisses onto your reddened lips.

He disconnected your mouths with sudden finality - you knew he could only ever end it this way, otherwise he would never stop kissing you - and your panting breaths intermingled with the distant white noise of water brushing over sand. “Bend over for me,” he rasped, both of his hands gripping you fiercely before letting go. “On your hands and knees.”

You did not even think twice about the command. Within moments your cheek was pressed onto the softness of his cloud as you arched your back and presented your ass to him. His fingers made short work of the knot at your back until your bikini top fell off, and he dragged your bottoms down your thighs to finally expose your aching pussy with an appreciative moan. As soon as the bikini came away, you felt a string of your juices cling to the fabric.

“Fuck,” Oboro exhaled in a whisper, reverant and lustful at the same time.

You spread your legs a little wider and mewled, gyrating your hips in search of friction. “Please,” you whimpered. “Oboro, I need you so badly!”

“Yeah?” The bikini slid further down your thighs, and your entrance clenched at the feeling of hot breath tickling your clit. “I got you, baby,” he purred, gripping the meat of your ass tightly as he surged forward to press an open-mouthed kiss right onto your drenched cunt. “I’ll take good care of you,” his lips fluttered against your pussy as he spoke, and you keened when his tongue dragged through puffy pink folds to collect your syrupy mess and lick at your leaking hole.

The scorching rays of sunlight bore down on your back as you buried your face into the cloud and mewled from Oboro’s incessant suckling at your clit. His thumbs kept you spread nice and easy as his mouth devoured wherever it reached. You wished he could shove his thick fingers inside you to help you along, but your sensible side thanked him for remembering the sunscreen still coating his hands.

Luckily there was an alternative. “That feels so good,” you groaned, gyrating your hips to rub your clit over his tongue as he flicked the sensitive bud. “I want more, Oboro, I need you inside me!”

You yelped as he swatted your ass cheek. “Not until you come for me,” he murmured, and the unexpected authoritative tone in his voice, low and stern, ignited your blood so fiercely that it took a mere minute of his relentless, sloppy sucking onto your clit to break you into pieces.

Thank goodness you had a soft cloud to slump into after Oboro was done with you. Your knees were shaking from their stubborn attempt to stay put as you arched your back in anticipation for what was to come. Your eager lover panted softly behind you as he slipped his swimming trunks down his thighs. Large hands came to grip your sides as Oboro pressed his cock to your entrance, and you felt the barest hint of resistance while rolling your hips back to help him along.

His thick cock stretched you effortlessly as he slowly gyrated into you, working himself deeper and deeper inside your gummy walls until you felt him hot and heavy in the pit of your stomach. You sighed from fulfillment, letting his weight press you down onto soft fluff while he kissed your shoulder and held you close. Despite the initial rush, you found yourselves easing into a relaxed pace. The gentle sound of waves breaking across the sand guided Oboro’s movement, a push and pull rhythm that made you feel every inch of him.

His breath was broken and ragged as he caressed you from below, running his palms over your breasts and stomach before lightly pressing onto your clit. “Think you can come again, baby?”

“I won’t be mad if you helped me,” you breathlessly replied with a smile, humming in contentment as he gathered the slickness and rubbed your clit in time with his quickening thrusts.

Your quiet moans forced him to tame his rhythm into an easygoing pace. Always so considerate of your needs, holding off just to get you to come first. But gentleness tended to bring our Oboro’s romantic side, and how could you possibly take your time to savor your pussy being played with when sweet thoughts fluttered through his head?

“I want us to be together more often,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to your shoulder blade as he watched his cock dip in and out over the curve of your ass. “Just you and me like this, sunshine … “

“We will, Oboro. Always.”

“Even when I’m so old and senile I’ll only be able to make clouds from farts?”

You shook your head and laughed, earning an appreciative moan from Oboro as your cunt clenched around him. “If you’re saying something so dumb, then clearly you’re not horny enough.” You pushed your hips back and speared his cock further into you. “Fuck me harder.”

He nipped your earlobe in retaliation. “Don’t avoid my question.”

“Fine, yes, we’ll both be old and gross together, now please fuck me!”

Oboro grinned in victory, and finally, finally you could spiral into a new wave of bliss as he hurriedly rubbed your clit and pounded your cunt. The technique was a bit sloppy, but you could hardly blame him for the effort. It didn’t take long to set you off, especially not when he started to grunt and curse under his breath. Release crashed into you and took hold of your senses as his cock heightened your pleasure, and as soon as Oboro felt you pulsing and sucking him further inside you, he quickly slipped out and pushed your knees together to feel your warm thighs encasing his hard cock.

A few pumps over your sensitive pussy swiftly ended him, his cock twitching against your thighs as thick spurts of warm cum splattered onto your stomach and through your slick folds with every slow grind of his leaking cockhead. Oboro stilled against you as he came down from his high before rolling off you with a pleased sigh. Your knees trembled as you carefully twisted around to lay down beside him, quietly suffering from the intense sunlight striking down on your overheated skin.

A moment of gathering your wits. Oboro leaned over to kiss your cheek, ready to cuddle up to you until he remembered your current predicament.

“Shit, we didn’t even bring anything to clean with.” You stared at him with a bemused look, letting the sound of the waves fill the silence. He blinked at you and smiled meekly, oblivious to your intent.

A half-smile broke through your facade. “We’re floating over a beach.”

He eyed the milky substance coating your stomach, glanced at the sunscreen bottle, and looked back at you. “You know — “

“I’m good,” you deadpanned. “You’re the one in sore need of sunscreen, actually.”

“ … I’ll pass.”

You snickered while Oboro directed the cloud to drift downward, leaning over to admire the beautiful water beneath. In hindsight, you should have known better than to trust Oboro when he was being cheeky. As soon as you could reach down to touch your fingertips to the cold water, you looked over your shoulder to see what he was up to. And sure enough, some fuckery was afoot.

“Why are we being separated from our stuff, Oboro?”

He scooted right beside you with an impish grin. “Wouldn’t wanna get it all wet when I do this.”

“Do what - Oboro!”

The cloud beneath you disappeared in an instant, sending you both directly into the shockingly cold water as you screamed and Oboro gleefully laughed.