Naruto Kinks
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
3,897
Reviews:
23
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Naru/Saku, Rough foreplay
Naru/Saku: love/hate, slap/kiss, rough consensual foreplay
There was some kind of badness inside of Sakura, an inherent, dark smoldering that made her love the way the wall shuddered when Naruto's body collided against it with such force, his back hunching and tensed, the way his eyes slitted just slightly as he waited for her to descend upon him.
And she did, molding her body to his with a ferocity as she fisted the short hair at the base of his skull. Tugging, she slapped at his face to elicit a growl. In response, clawed fingers encircled her waist, gripping onto her hips, and she thought maybe he would throw her to the carpet, but instead he jerked her once harder against the front of him then ground her pelvis against his own.
She moaned and bit at his neck hard enough to leave marks.
The problem with Naruto was that he was Naruto, the sweet if annoying, little orphan kid who had been chasing her around for as long as she could remember. And while he'd grown taller and broader over the years and had eventually worn a permanent place into her heart, he was still sweet and annoying and had this horrible penchant for complying with whatever she wanted and said. For some reason when it came to her and intimacy, Naruto turned all tender-loving and meek.
But when she treated him like this, he tended to push back a bit.
Sakura yipped when he unexpectedly yanked her tank-top low and began groping an exposed breast. She tried to jerk away, but now he had a hold in her hair and was giving her the look that he gave her when he was being somewhat petulant and also wanted sex.
She frowned, and he grinned, wide and fangy before he forced her lips to his.
There was some kind of badness inside of Sakura, an inherent, dark smoldering that made her love the way the wall shuddered when Naruto's body collided against it with such force, his back hunching and tensed, the way his eyes slitted just slightly as he waited for her to descend upon him.
And she did, molding her body to his with a ferocity as she fisted the short hair at the base of his skull. Tugging, she slapped at his face to elicit a growl. In response, clawed fingers encircled her waist, gripping onto her hips, and she thought maybe he would throw her to the carpet, but instead he jerked her once harder against the front of him then ground her pelvis against his own.
She moaned and bit at his neck hard enough to leave marks.
The problem with Naruto was that he was Naruto, the sweet if annoying, little orphan kid who had been chasing her around for as long as she could remember. And while he'd grown taller and broader over the years and had eventually worn a permanent place into her heart, he was still sweet and annoying and had this horrible penchant for complying with whatever she wanted and said. For some reason when it came to her and intimacy, Naruto turned all tender-loving and meek.
But when she treated him like this, he tended to push back a bit.
Sakura yipped when he unexpectedly yanked her tank-top low and began groping an exposed breast. She tried to jerk away, but now he had a hold in her hair and was giving her the look that he gave her when he was being somewhat petulant and also wanted sex.
She frowned, and he grinned, wide and fangy before he forced her lips to his.