Catch and Release
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female › Naruto/Sakura
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
8,042
Reviews:
31
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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AN: Well, the comments spurred me on! So here we go. 1. I don't know what my obsession with his seal is in this story. >_> In others it's been his whisker marks. So, uh, yeah. Bear with me. 2. I'm planning to finish up with the next chapter (if people like where this is going and will want to read it).
She flicked the tip of her her tongue across the very center of his seal and then sucked, causing him to arch and stiffen at the sensation, barely able to keep from squirming as she continued kissing at the sensitive area. All the while, her fingers dipped lower behind the waistband to his pants, stroking dangerously close to his arousal. It was almost too much of a tease, so close but not touching, making him wonder if she even planned to take it that far at all, but then she was unzipping his pants and pulling them down with his boxers, down under his hips and farther, and he was suddenly exposed before her. He looked to her, surprised and embarrassed, unsure what she'd think, but her eyes were too busy drinking in the sight of him to catch his gaze. She smiled approvingly but didn't move to touch him.
Instead she reached behind her to unclasp her bra and dangling it over his chest, asked, “How badly do you want to win?”
He was too taken in by the image of her breasts, free and hardening in the evening air, to fully comprehend what she'd said. He wanted to touch them, taste them, squeeze them. He needed to be able to move his hands. “H-huh?”
“I said, how much do you want to win?”
He tore his eyes away from her pert breasts and tried to focus on her face. She looked serious considering the situation. Was the question really that important? “Uh. A lot?” he answered, still trying to keep eye contact.
“Wrong answer,” she snipped and rising, tossed the bra somewhere behind her. He didn't look to see where it fell. “You've got one more chance.”
She emphasized her meaning by dropping her utility skirt and delicately stripping her black shorts to reveal the rest of the lingerie set. She dipped her thumbs into the top of the lace panties under either hip and asked, “Do you want to win?”
Yes, God, yes. It was on the tip of his tongue, but he somehow managed to choke it back. He was practically throbbing with need, but he'd already fucked up one answer and this was his last opportunity. If he got this one wrong. . . But didn't she understand? It was hard to think, and how could it be anything other than yes?
He felt like whining, What do you want me to say? but instead complained, “I just want to be with you.”
He frowned and looked away, frustrated and confused. He'd gotten so close. Why didn't he ever know what to do to make her happy?
He gasped suddenly when she straddled his waist, her wetness rubbing over his seal as she leaned forward and said, “Then open wide and you can have both.”
The slickness was cool against his skin, contrasting with the warmth of her sex. He shuddered and tried not to squirm too much. How could she not realize what she was doing by brushing him there? She was toying with him, right? It was almost too much for him.
He noticed the balled fabric in her hand and hesitated before glancing down the length of their bodies to where her nakedness was pressed against him. “Ah, uh, Sakura-ch—mmn.”
She took the opportunity and forced the panties in, uninterested in what he had to say. He tried to turn his face away, but she grabbed for his chin, the action resulting in her lying against him, her breasts pressed to his chest. Really, he hadn't stood a chance.
“Good boy,” she teased, rubbing her thumb over the lingerie where it peeked from between his lips.
He “hnm”-ed in response, face hot with embarrassment. She wasted no time in spreading a paper seal over his mouth, encoding it with chakra for adhesiveness before moving back down his body. He felt himself straining and almost unbearably hot, his cock twitching to be touched as he attempted to push the panties out with his tongue, the tip of it rubbing across the texture of the lace and the subtle taste of her wetness. He stopped trying to dislodge the gag, realizing the effort was useless and instead explored the material in his mouth, offering a muffled whine and a sort of pathetic squirm at still being denied. If this kept up much longer his legs were going to go numb from the tightness in his muscles.
“You're mine, Uzumaki Naruto, you got that?” she demanded as she finally took the base of his cock in a single-handed grip. He nodded enthusiastically, frantically—silently begging her to take him finally as she finished, “Mine and no one else's.”
He was breathing heavy and tense, his whole body tight and hinged on her next move when he felt the softest of kisses across the underside of his tip, and then she was swallowing him whole, rolling her tongue around his tip like it was some kind of sweet and engulfing the length of him with her hot mouth, slowly inch by inch. She had swallowed maybe half of him when he shuddered and groaning, emptied himself into her throat.
The ecstasy was short lived. His blue eyes were wide with panic as she raised up from between his legs and swiped at the small amount of milky substance that had pooled in the right corner of her mouth. I can explain. It's not usually like this. He shook his head and tried to mouth the words despite knowing she wouldn't be able to understand him but felt too tired to struggle. He had the fleeting sensation of boneless-ness or that his muscles were too fluid to work properly even if he hadn't been restricted against putting up a fight.
“You understand, you're going to have to pay for that.”
She wasn't going to give up on him. He swallowed hard against the dryness of his throat, not yet willing to give into his relief as he gave a small nod. Something about her little half-smile made him uneasy. Plus, it was difficult to feel certain when he couldn't fall back on his trademarked begging. Not that it usually worked on Sakura-chan, anyway.
He had time to notice the glowing surge of chakra in her hand before she pressed her palm into his balls, and then he was arching clear off the ground in a moment of both extreme pleasure and pain.
“Nnhg.”
His erection sprang forth like a flower forced to bloom, the skin pink and tight in the wake of the cool, tingling current of energy, and he half-sat up enough to look down between his legs to where her hand still cupped his balls. He swallowed hard and fell back, feeling drained and slightly delirious at the realization that he was completely at her mercy. She could bring him as many times she wanted and call it forth again. She could use him until he was raw and utterly broken. The thought was maddening and held the slightest tinge of fear. But this was Sakura-chan, so he tried to calm his breathing even as she moved her fingers, kneading his balls with one hand. He couldn't deny that it felt good, already he was oozing shiny, clear liquid from his swollen tip. And he'd been given a second chance—he was going to make sure he didn't disappoint her.
She flicked the tip of her her tongue across the very center of his seal and then sucked, causing him to arch and stiffen at the sensation, barely able to keep from squirming as she continued kissing at the sensitive area. All the while, her fingers dipped lower behind the waistband to his pants, stroking dangerously close to his arousal. It was almost too much of a tease, so close but not touching, making him wonder if she even planned to take it that far at all, but then she was unzipping his pants and pulling them down with his boxers, down under his hips and farther, and he was suddenly exposed before her. He looked to her, surprised and embarrassed, unsure what she'd think, but her eyes were too busy drinking in the sight of him to catch his gaze. She smiled approvingly but didn't move to touch him.
Instead she reached behind her to unclasp her bra and dangling it over his chest, asked, “How badly do you want to win?”
He was too taken in by the image of her breasts, free and hardening in the evening air, to fully comprehend what she'd said. He wanted to touch them, taste them, squeeze them. He needed to be able to move his hands. “H-huh?”
“I said, how much do you want to win?”
He tore his eyes away from her pert breasts and tried to focus on her face. She looked serious considering the situation. Was the question really that important? “Uh. A lot?” he answered, still trying to keep eye contact.
“Wrong answer,” she snipped and rising, tossed the bra somewhere behind her. He didn't look to see where it fell. “You've got one more chance.”
She emphasized her meaning by dropping her utility skirt and delicately stripping her black shorts to reveal the rest of the lingerie set. She dipped her thumbs into the top of the lace panties under either hip and asked, “Do you want to win?”
Yes, God, yes. It was on the tip of his tongue, but he somehow managed to choke it back. He was practically throbbing with need, but he'd already fucked up one answer and this was his last opportunity. If he got this one wrong. . . But didn't she understand? It was hard to think, and how could it be anything other than yes?
He felt like whining, What do you want me to say? but instead complained, “I just want to be with you.”
He frowned and looked away, frustrated and confused. He'd gotten so close. Why didn't he ever know what to do to make her happy?
He gasped suddenly when she straddled his waist, her wetness rubbing over his seal as she leaned forward and said, “Then open wide and you can have both.”
The slickness was cool against his skin, contrasting with the warmth of her sex. He shuddered and tried not to squirm too much. How could she not realize what she was doing by brushing him there? She was toying with him, right? It was almost too much for him.
He noticed the balled fabric in her hand and hesitated before glancing down the length of their bodies to where her nakedness was pressed against him. “Ah, uh, Sakura-ch—mmn.”
She took the opportunity and forced the panties in, uninterested in what he had to say. He tried to turn his face away, but she grabbed for his chin, the action resulting in her lying against him, her breasts pressed to his chest. Really, he hadn't stood a chance.
“Good boy,” she teased, rubbing her thumb over the lingerie where it peeked from between his lips.
He “hnm”-ed in response, face hot with embarrassment. She wasted no time in spreading a paper seal over his mouth, encoding it with chakra for adhesiveness before moving back down his body. He felt himself straining and almost unbearably hot, his cock twitching to be touched as he attempted to push the panties out with his tongue, the tip of it rubbing across the texture of the lace and the subtle taste of her wetness. He stopped trying to dislodge the gag, realizing the effort was useless and instead explored the material in his mouth, offering a muffled whine and a sort of pathetic squirm at still being denied. If this kept up much longer his legs were going to go numb from the tightness in his muscles.
“You're mine, Uzumaki Naruto, you got that?” she demanded as she finally took the base of his cock in a single-handed grip. He nodded enthusiastically, frantically—silently begging her to take him finally as she finished, “Mine and no one else's.”
He was breathing heavy and tense, his whole body tight and hinged on her next move when he felt the softest of kisses across the underside of his tip, and then she was swallowing him whole, rolling her tongue around his tip like it was some kind of sweet and engulfing the length of him with her hot mouth, slowly inch by inch. She had swallowed maybe half of him when he shuddered and groaning, emptied himself into her throat.
The ecstasy was short lived. His blue eyes were wide with panic as she raised up from between his legs and swiped at the small amount of milky substance that had pooled in the right corner of her mouth. I can explain. It's not usually like this. He shook his head and tried to mouth the words despite knowing she wouldn't be able to understand him but felt too tired to struggle. He had the fleeting sensation of boneless-ness or that his muscles were too fluid to work properly even if he hadn't been restricted against putting up a fight.
“You understand, you're going to have to pay for that.”
She wasn't going to give up on him. He swallowed hard against the dryness of his throat, not yet willing to give into his relief as he gave a small nod. Something about her little half-smile made him uneasy. Plus, it was difficult to feel certain when he couldn't fall back on his trademarked begging. Not that it usually worked on Sakura-chan, anyway.
He had time to notice the glowing surge of chakra in her hand before she pressed her palm into his balls, and then he was arching clear off the ground in a moment of both extreme pleasure and pain.
“Nnhg.”
His erection sprang forth like a flower forced to bloom, the skin pink and tight in the wake of the cool, tingling current of energy, and he half-sat up enough to look down between his legs to where her hand still cupped his balls. He swallowed hard and fell back, feeling drained and slightly delirious at the realization that he was completely at her mercy. She could bring him as many times she wanted and call it forth again. She could use him until he was raw and utterly broken. The thought was maddening and held the slightest tinge of fear. But this was Sakura-chan, so he tried to calm his breathing even as she moved her fingers, kneading his balls with one hand. He couldn't deny that it felt good, already he was oozing shiny, clear liquid from his swollen tip. And he'd been given a second chance—he was going to make sure he didn't disappoint her.