Naruto Kinks
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
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3,892
Reviews:
23
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Naruto/Sakura, Claiming
Naru/Saku: Claiming, Make-up sex, on the Hokage's desk
When Sakura pushed through the heavy oak doors into her master's office, she was surprised to find Naruto of all people, lounging in the Hokage's chair. When he spotted her, he jerked his feet from the desk top and scrambled to stand, one hand already rubbing the back of his neck as he grinned abashedly.
“You're lucky it's just me,” she said.
He clamped his mouth shut, swallowing whatever apology he might have been ready to spill at the mere sight of her—after all she'd just assume he was referring to the fact of being caught—and instead crossed his arms, face tilting upward in defiance as he frowned.
“If you're looking for Tsunade-shishou, check the local bars. She went on a break several hours ago and left me with the paper work.”
“Aw, come off it, Sakura-chan. You know I didn't mean it.”
Sakura bristled at his words, pushing the doors shut behind her with enough force to rattle the empty sake bottle in the bottom desk drawer. “I don't know what you're talking about.”
Naruto groaned, waving his arms wildly as he explained, “You and I both know you've been pissed ever since I teased you about still liking Sasuke. You can't run away from me when you're at work so just listen, okay? I'm here to say, um. Well, I'm here to. . .”
“What then, Uzumaki Naruto? What are you here to do?” Sakura tossed the file folders she'd been carrying onto the leather couch and closed the distance between them. Their bodies were nearly touching as she looked up into his face and demanded, “What? Apologize to me? Admit you're an ass for even implying that after everything we've been through I would choose someone else?”
Naruto had the decency to look embarrassed but didn't back down. “I'm sorry.” He grabbed for her arm to keep her from pulling away as he continued, “I can't help it. I just worry ab—”
Sakura pressed two fingers to his lips to hush him and leaned in to kiss lightly down his neck. “Why can't you trust that I'm yours?” She slipped a hand over his and lifted it, guiding his fingers to her shirt zipper. “If you need me to prove it to you, I will.”
Naruto felt his eyes go wide at the implication. Sure, they'd been dating (kissing, even) for a little over a month now but he half-suspected she was merely humoring him while enjoying the free meals. She bumped against the front of him and moaned faintly against his skin, the noise muffled in the crook of his neck. She was teasing, enticing him to action with the unspoken promise of more, and it was all the incentive he needed.
In no time, he'd stripped her completely and thrown her back onto the wooden desk. She groaned as he rolled her over into her stomach, holding her down with one hand on her back.
“You're sure about this?” he questioned hesitantly as he shrugged out of his own clothing.
“You better hurry up,” she replied, staring straight ahead. “Those doors aren't locked.”
He nodded, even though she couldn't see it, not trusting himself to speak. He understood, god how he understood, but the sight of her naked body bent over and spread before him was. . . Well, he wanted to savor the moment, too.
“God, Sakura-chan.”
He ran his fingernails up the backs of her thighs and over her butt-cheeks leaving pink trails across her ivory skin. She twisted, and he leaned against her, spooning her body as he grabbed a fistful of her hair to hold her in place. He feared for a moment that she'd turn around and punch him for being too aggressive but when she merely whimpered and wriggled beneath him, he slipped a hand up to caress the area between her spread legs. She gasped and he felt the slickness of her sex as he pushed in, rubbing a sensitive spot on the inside before pumping his hand against her. She shuddered and biting her lip tried to buck against him so he slipped his hand away, gripping the lip of the desk to steady himself as he angled his erection against her.
He released his hold on her hair, moving the hand down to cup her hip instead as he rubbed himself between her hot lips and finally pushed in. She reached her hands out, grabbing the corners of the desk in a white-knuckled grip, and he began slipping in and out of her, bumping her against the dark wood with each thrust.
He leaned against her, gave her the weight of him as he licked and bit at her shoulder and begged, “Tell me you're mine.”
At first she didn't answer, but as she neared climax she uttered an, “I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours,” desperately, in rhythm with the sex and when she choked on her own voice he emptied himself completely.
He shuddered to a still, panting against her back and laughing, breathed, “You're right. 'S good thing it was you and not Tsunade-baa-chan.”
When Sakura pushed through the heavy oak doors into her master's office, she was surprised to find Naruto of all people, lounging in the Hokage's chair. When he spotted her, he jerked his feet from the desk top and scrambled to stand, one hand already rubbing the back of his neck as he grinned abashedly.
“You're lucky it's just me,” she said.
He clamped his mouth shut, swallowing whatever apology he might have been ready to spill at the mere sight of her—after all she'd just assume he was referring to the fact of being caught—and instead crossed his arms, face tilting upward in defiance as he frowned.
“If you're looking for Tsunade-shishou, check the local bars. She went on a break several hours ago and left me with the paper work.”
“Aw, come off it, Sakura-chan. You know I didn't mean it.”
Sakura bristled at his words, pushing the doors shut behind her with enough force to rattle the empty sake bottle in the bottom desk drawer. “I don't know what you're talking about.”
Naruto groaned, waving his arms wildly as he explained, “You and I both know you've been pissed ever since I teased you about still liking Sasuke. You can't run away from me when you're at work so just listen, okay? I'm here to say, um. Well, I'm here to. . .”
“What then, Uzumaki Naruto? What are you here to do?” Sakura tossed the file folders she'd been carrying onto the leather couch and closed the distance between them. Their bodies were nearly touching as she looked up into his face and demanded, “What? Apologize to me? Admit you're an ass for even implying that after everything we've been through I would choose someone else?”
Naruto had the decency to look embarrassed but didn't back down. “I'm sorry.” He grabbed for her arm to keep her from pulling away as he continued, “I can't help it. I just worry ab—”
Sakura pressed two fingers to his lips to hush him and leaned in to kiss lightly down his neck. “Why can't you trust that I'm yours?” She slipped a hand over his and lifted it, guiding his fingers to her shirt zipper. “If you need me to prove it to you, I will.”
Naruto felt his eyes go wide at the implication. Sure, they'd been dating (kissing, even) for a little over a month now but he half-suspected she was merely humoring him while enjoying the free meals. She bumped against the front of him and moaned faintly against his skin, the noise muffled in the crook of his neck. She was teasing, enticing him to action with the unspoken promise of more, and it was all the incentive he needed.
In no time, he'd stripped her completely and thrown her back onto the wooden desk. She groaned as he rolled her over into her stomach, holding her down with one hand on her back.
“You're sure about this?” he questioned hesitantly as he shrugged out of his own clothing.
“You better hurry up,” she replied, staring straight ahead. “Those doors aren't locked.”
He nodded, even though she couldn't see it, not trusting himself to speak. He understood, god how he understood, but the sight of her naked body bent over and spread before him was. . . Well, he wanted to savor the moment, too.
“God, Sakura-chan.”
He ran his fingernails up the backs of her thighs and over her butt-cheeks leaving pink trails across her ivory skin. She twisted, and he leaned against her, spooning her body as he grabbed a fistful of her hair to hold her in place. He feared for a moment that she'd turn around and punch him for being too aggressive but when she merely whimpered and wriggled beneath him, he slipped a hand up to caress the area between her spread legs. She gasped and he felt the slickness of her sex as he pushed in, rubbing a sensitive spot on the inside before pumping his hand against her. She shuddered and biting her lip tried to buck against him so he slipped his hand away, gripping the lip of the desk to steady himself as he angled his erection against her.
He released his hold on her hair, moving the hand down to cup her hip instead as he rubbed himself between her hot lips and finally pushed in. She reached her hands out, grabbing the corners of the desk in a white-knuckled grip, and he began slipping in and out of her, bumping her against the dark wood with each thrust.
He leaned against her, gave her the weight of him as he licked and bit at her shoulder and begged, “Tell me you're mine.”
At first she didn't answer, but as she neared climax she uttered an, “I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours,” desperately, in rhythm with the sex and when she choked on her own voice he emptied himself completely.
He shuddered to a still, panting against her back and laughing, breathed, “You're right. 'S good thing it was you and not Tsunade-baa-chan.”