Naruto Kinks
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
3,902
Reviews:
23
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Currently Reading:
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Ino/Deidara, femdom
Ino/Dei, femdom. Slightly non-con bondage/restraints, striptease, noise on Deidara's part, Ino topping.
"Fucking bitch."
The sound in his ear was all too feminine and like god-damned chimes, not at all suited for his inner voice. But she was taunting him. Talking dirty to him with his own--
"God damn thoughts. Don't forget, Dei-dei, I know what you're thinking, and right now you're thinking--" Ino's painted lips perked with her own self-satisfaction. "That you'd like me to cut off your dick? Ohh, naughty boy. I like it."
Her captive groaned and jerked beneath her body, only managing to stroke her thighs and bump the heat of her arousal, stimulating her in his thrashing struggle. He made further complaining noises, though it'd be no use. He'd chosen his contract--to be fucked to death by a rival of his beauty or die by traditional execution. Who wouldn't choose to go out with with a final bang?
But that was obviously not what the fuck he was thinking. He was thinking if he could get free, he was going to murder this bitch and her entire extended family down to the household pets, but she was already tsk-ing him for that little line, and with her perfectly manicured fingers pressing into his temples, he felt dizzy and weak. Somewhere he registered a blade edge tracing his thigh.
Sometimes when she used her mind tricks on him, he got temporarily confused. Hadn't they been... kissing before she'd sealed the tape over his mouth? Mmn, probably he'd been about to rape her. No, wait. He knew this girl better than that. It was almost like he knew her as well as he knew himself.
They did this sometimes.
Glancing around, he realized he wasn't actually in a Konohan jail cell but rather in the woods, staked pitifully to the ground--the sky was a mixed gray and the grass was slick against his backside. He swallowed hard. Her fingers were on his pulse point, gripping his throat as she turned his face to the side.
"You're so pathetic," she reamed him. "The slightest suggestion and you lose yourself. You're supposed to be getting stronger aren't you? Or are you just using this as an excuse to keep me fucking you?"
Her breasts were pale and free, her hair paler and cascading down her back, and when she lied flat across him, he shivered.
Grinning like a she-wolf, Ino slid down the length of him, sheathing his erection slowly. It was a skill she'd practiced and practiced until her impossible perfection could make weaker men crumble. Deidara only jerked, indignant, not yet committed to the act.
Her breath came hot against his skin, followed with that damn laugher like bells. "You could have just asked me. It's one of my more fun workouts."
"Uhn."
He remembered that he'd willingly met her here. Slung his usual insults before lying down like a naked snow angel. He remembered that sometimes he made her catch him. Why? Deidara hated being tied down, hated it in that panicked, murderous way that took him over sometimes when his pride was being questioned.
He groaned when she started undulating, apparently a weaker man. His hand-mouths drooled and clicked their teeth, uselessly held toward the sky as if in open prayer.
Fuck women, he didn't give a shit about that. But this one... every time he watched her it was like swimming in a mirror. He lapped it up--he used her, and one of these times he was gonna figure out how to bust outta his binds.
He was training with the enemy, working to overcome those god forsaken mind techniques and getting fucked for his troubles--how dumbshit could this chick be?
No wait, that was how it'd been in the beginning. But the faint signs of healing teeth marks on her skin... things went a little deeper than that now, didn't they?
He tried to push that thought away--no, all he needed to focus on was overcoming this and getting free. He'd break her and show her how to fuck like a man and when he was done--but then a cool palm pressed to his forehead and he was back in the holding cell again, trying to remember what he'd been dreaming about.
"You're not afraid of what I'm going to do to you?" Ino asked and she managed to sound innocent somehow. "Or maybe I've already done it."
"Fucking bitch."
The sound in his ear was all too feminine and like god-damned chimes, not at all suited for his inner voice. But she was taunting him. Talking dirty to him with his own--
"God damn thoughts. Don't forget, Dei-dei, I know what you're thinking, and right now you're thinking--" Ino's painted lips perked with her own self-satisfaction. "That you'd like me to cut off your dick? Ohh, naughty boy. I like it."
Her captive groaned and jerked beneath her body, only managing to stroke her thighs and bump the heat of her arousal, stimulating her in his thrashing struggle. He made further complaining noises, though it'd be no use. He'd chosen his contract--to be fucked to death by a rival of his beauty or die by traditional execution. Who wouldn't choose to go out with with a final bang?
But that was obviously not what the fuck he was thinking. He was thinking if he could get free, he was going to murder this bitch and her entire extended family down to the household pets, but she was already tsk-ing him for that little line, and with her perfectly manicured fingers pressing into his temples, he felt dizzy and weak. Somewhere he registered a blade edge tracing his thigh.
Sometimes when she used her mind tricks on him, he got temporarily confused. Hadn't they been... kissing before she'd sealed the tape over his mouth? Mmn, probably he'd been about to rape her. No, wait. He knew this girl better than that. It was almost like he knew her as well as he knew himself.
They did this sometimes.
Glancing around, he realized he wasn't actually in a Konohan jail cell but rather in the woods, staked pitifully to the ground--the sky was a mixed gray and the grass was slick against his backside. He swallowed hard. Her fingers were on his pulse point, gripping his throat as she turned his face to the side.
"You're so pathetic," she reamed him. "The slightest suggestion and you lose yourself. You're supposed to be getting stronger aren't you? Or are you just using this as an excuse to keep me fucking you?"
Her breasts were pale and free, her hair paler and cascading down her back, and when she lied flat across him, he shivered.
Grinning like a she-wolf, Ino slid down the length of him, sheathing his erection slowly. It was a skill she'd practiced and practiced until her impossible perfection could make weaker men crumble. Deidara only jerked, indignant, not yet committed to the act.
Her breath came hot against his skin, followed with that damn laugher like bells. "You could have just asked me. It's one of my more fun workouts."
"Uhn."
He remembered that he'd willingly met her here. Slung his usual insults before lying down like a naked snow angel. He remembered that sometimes he made her catch him. Why? Deidara hated being tied down, hated it in that panicked, murderous way that took him over sometimes when his pride was being questioned.
He groaned when she started undulating, apparently a weaker man. His hand-mouths drooled and clicked their teeth, uselessly held toward the sky as if in open prayer.
Fuck women, he didn't give a shit about that. But this one... every time he watched her it was like swimming in a mirror. He lapped it up--he used her, and one of these times he was gonna figure out how to bust outta his binds.
He was training with the enemy, working to overcome those god forsaken mind techniques and getting fucked for his troubles--how dumbshit could this chick be?
No wait, that was how it'd been in the beginning. But the faint signs of healing teeth marks on her skin... things went a little deeper than that now, didn't they?
He tried to push that thought away--no, all he needed to focus on was overcoming this and getting free. He'd break her and show her how to fuck like a man and when he was done--but then a cool palm pressed to his forehead and he was back in the holding cell again, trying to remember what he'd been dreaming about.
"You're not afraid of what I'm going to do to you?" Ino asked and she managed to sound innocent somehow. "Or maybe I've already done it."