Naruto Kinks

Ino (request non-specific)/Dei: Gagged


Deidara jerked against the ropes holding his wrists to the headboard as the woman on top of him wrapped the roll of surgical tape from behind his neck over his mouth. She smoothed the thick strip of material over his lips with her palm before guiding the roll around an additional two times for effectiveness. He balled his fists, crushing his fingers into the tape covering his palms—the bitch had wrapped it around his hands as well, rendering the the mouths useless until he could get free.

Ino. This was not what they had agreed to.

His eyes flashed with anger and he twisted against her thighs, but his reaction only caused the girl to laugh. Oh god, she was going to drag this out. Ino rocked back with a moan, one hand cupping a free breast—a mini preview of what was to come. The thing was he'd only agreed to let her tie him down for a quick bit of foreplay and only because she was damned persistent at that. (In theory, he would have been able to chew through the ropes should he need to escape, but now that seemed a foolish thought in the light of his predicament.) For the real show, he liked to be in control. Otherwise she took too long. Beauty was in the fast and fleeting, a short lived explosion of pleasure—not the long sessions of “love making” she was accustomed to.

Ino reached down with one hand, tracing the pads of her fingers across the stitching on his chest, and he squirmed from the sensation, unable to hold back a moan which came out muffled and pathetic sounding from behind the gag. When she tugged lightly at the loose end, he shook his head, growing more forceful in his protests.

“Unm, hmph.”

He continued to twist and writhe beneath her, trying to dislodge her and deter her actions. The effort was not only futile but he could feel her growing more wet against the bare skin of his stomach as a result. She took her time despite his struggles, delicately removing the seal.

He felt the pliant rubber ball rattle inside his mouth. No doubt the tiny spider explosives trapped inside were becoming agitated at their creator's chakra influx. If he wasn't careful he could accidentally trigger the bombs. He moaned at the thought and felt dozens of scrambling legs jostle against his tongue in response. The ball was thick and large, trapping his tongue beneath it. It filled his mouth completely with it's deadly contents, muting any protests and simultaneously preventing the use of his technique. He would have tried to push it out but the sheer pressure of the tape against his lips was enough to dissuade him. In the end, he could complain as much as he wanted to, but the wench was damned efficient (and wouldn't be able to understand him anyway.)

Then the seal broke and he was arching clear off the bed from the force of it. Ino wasted no time, scrambling onto the giant mouth, straddling his chest with her palms pressed into the mattress beside either shoulder and the threat of unmeasurable pain should he bite her. He tried to warn her that he had no control over the appendage, but it only came out as a choked groan when he felt the large tongue brush between her legs, and for a moment he feared for what would happen but the chest-mouth seemed pleased because it kept on lapping at her until she was bucking and screaming his name.

The sight of her from that angle, swiveling her hips and jerking involuntarily against him, her skin sheening with sweat—he was ready. He was ready to go out with a bang but she kept on ignoring him, focused fully on her own pleasure and the ride of his mouth. He couldn't stop it, even to spite her, even if he wanted, couldn't do anything but watch and whimper as she quivered and came again and again while the ball inside his mouth buzzed in time with the throbbing between his legs.