Immolation
folder
Naruto › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,468
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Naruto › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,468
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Immolation
He was burning her alive. And oh, Kami, it was so good.
Who knew Naruto could kiss like this?
His weight pressed her against the brick of the wall, uncomfortable and somehow so right. Hands roamed over her, touching as though it knew her by the memory of fantasy alone and that thought tightened her throat.
Somehow his hand found the side slit of her skirt, then found her waiting underneath. A strong hand cupped her mound, thick fingers stroked through the fabric of her underwear.
Breath like heatwaves ghosted across her skin, making her shiver, her muscles tightening in anticipation.
“Sakura…” His voice was a murmur, and she could almost feel his lips frame her name against her skin. She closed her eyes, groaned. “Sakura… I need you to say it.” Long fingers tightened in golden hair as her body responded to the tone, the request.
“Please… Naruto…” She couldn’t make the words line up. It didn’t matter. He understood her. He always did. His lips touched her throat, kissed, licked, nibbled, worshipped. The fingers of his other hand drew lines of fire over her skin and she didn’t know it felt so good to be singed. He ground himself against her leg, and she could feel him, pulsing against her thigh. His voice was muted in her skin as he groaned.
She could feel his teeth, shuddered as the sensation brought her closer. His fingers moved faster, harder, and she couldn’t stop the noise that came out of her. She didn’t recognize it as herself at first. He stopped and as she began to protest, she felt fingers slip under the band of her underwear. Nerves sizzled, ignited. He silenced her cry with his mouth. His fingers were a tormenting pressure at her entrance, teasing and she couldn’t stop the buck of her hips. Anticipation made muscles shake. She could only feel his lips smirk against hers.
Then he shoved, filled her with his fingers, and the sound of her cry in his mouth brought a growl from his. He ground against her, pumped his fingers into her. Her hands were frantic on his back, fisting in orange fabric. His lips were a brand on her neck, burning his mark into her, and it was too much to hold back. Her back arched off the cool brick, her leg tightened around his, and she came, her muscles spasming around his fingers.
“Oh… Naruto…” Her voice was a breathless gasp into gold hair. He rested his head on her shoulder for a moment, drew back from her, his mouth quirked into a smile. His need radiated from him, tension and fire, and she knew she couldn’t tell him no. One shaking hand touched his face, brought it close to hers. She kissed him, long, slow, languid and utterly sensual. His body was a furnace. When he drew away, she held his face close, whispered in one ear.
“My place.”
Sakura would risk immolation. The risk was worth it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AN: Kinda a work in progress, but I felt I owed it after being such a tease with Before. I dont know if I should continue this... It could be done, I suppose. Let me know what you think! Reviews make me giggle like the rabid fangirl I am!
Later: Well, I wanted it to be a multichap story, but nothing is happening. Damn me and my liking for oneshots. Its evil, I tell you. Thank you to everyone who reviewed for me, you guys rock my socks. I heart reviewers.
Who knew Naruto could kiss like this?
His weight pressed her against the brick of the wall, uncomfortable and somehow so right. Hands roamed over her, touching as though it knew her by the memory of fantasy alone and that thought tightened her throat.
Somehow his hand found the side slit of her skirt, then found her waiting underneath. A strong hand cupped her mound, thick fingers stroked through the fabric of her underwear.
Breath like heatwaves ghosted across her skin, making her shiver, her muscles tightening in anticipation.
“Sakura…” His voice was a murmur, and she could almost feel his lips frame her name against her skin. She closed her eyes, groaned. “Sakura… I need you to say it.” Long fingers tightened in golden hair as her body responded to the tone, the request.
“Please… Naruto…” She couldn’t make the words line up. It didn’t matter. He understood her. He always did. His lips touched her throat, kissed, licked, nibbled, worshipped. The fingers of his other hand drew lines of fire over her skin and she didn’t know it felt so good to be singed. He ground himself against her leg, and she could feel him, pulsing against her thigh. His voice was muted in her skin as he groaned.
She could feel his teeth, shuddered as the sensation brought her closer. His fingers moved faster, harder, and she couldn’t stop the noise that came out of her. She didn’t recognize it as herself at first. He stopped and as she began to protest, she felt fingers slip under the band of her underwear. Nerves sizzled, ignited. He silenced her cry with his mouth. His fingers were a tormenting pressure at her entrance, teasing and she couldn’t stop the buck of her hips. Anticipation made muscles shake. She could only feel his lips smirk against hers.
Then he shoved, filled her with his fingers, and the sound of her cry in his mouth brought a growl from his. He ground against her, pumped his fingers into her. Her hands were frantic on his back, fisting in orange fabric. His lips were a brand on her neck, burning his mark into her, and it was too much to hold back. Her back arched off the cool brick, her leg tightened around his, and she came, her muscles spasming around his fingers.
“Oh… Naruto…” Her voice was a breathless gasp into gold hair. He rested his head on her shoulder for a moment, drew back from her, his mouth quirked into a smile. His need radiated from him, tension and fire, and she knew she couldn’t tell him no. One shaking hand touched his face, brought it close to hers. She kissed him, long, slow, languid and utterly sensual. His body was a furnace. When he drew away, she held his face close, whispered in one ear.
“My place.”
Sakura would risk immolation. The risk was worth it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AN: Kinda a work in progress, but I felt I owed it after being such a tease with Before. I dont know if I should continue this... It could be done, I suppose. Let me know what you think! Reviews make me giggle like the rabid fangirl I am!
Later: Well, I wanted it to be a multichap story, but nothing is happening. Damn me and my liking for oneshots. Its evil, I tell you. Thank you to everyone who reviewed for me, you guys rock my socks. I heart reviewers.