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:
3,904
Reviews:
23
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Minato/Kushina, Rough sex
Minato/Kushina, Rough sex. Hair pulling, sexual desperation, general roughness.
(references recent manga revelations/past events)
She was the only girl he'd ever met that tried to make a game out of sex. From the way she bruised him and herself, riding him mercilessly, pounding him literally into the ground, it was like they were locked into some weird challenge: who could fuck the other the hardest.
"This isn't something you can win," he pouted, picking her up and throwing her back against the wide oak trunk. She snarled and curled against the rough bark, not liking the position he'd forced her in, and he was struck with the image that he was somehow wrestling with a wildcat.
She'd always seemed so fierce to him, scary--that was why he'd loved her from afar, but even more than that, the way she'd looked at him, eyes watery and redshot, full of longing when he'd come for her, he wanted to see that vulnerability every day for the rest of his life.
"I'll keep your secret," he grinned prettily against her ear and was rewarded with a painful tug of his hair. He fisted his hand in her silky red strands in return of the gesture.
"You're more of a girl than I am," she cried at that. "Why was I the one that had to be scared?"
She relaxed around him for the first time, tears hot where she buried her face against his neck. He resumed moving inside of her, and she bit him, releasing a long moan.
(references recent manga revelations/past events)
She was the only girl he'd ever met that tried to make a game out of sex. From the way she bruised him and herself, riding him mercilessly, pounding him literally into the ground, it was like they were locked into some weird challenge: who could fuck the other the hardest.
"This isn't something you can win," he pouted, picking her up and throwing her back against the wide oak trunk. She snarled and curled against the rough bark, not liking the position he'd forced her in, and he was struck with the image that he was somehow wrestling with a wildcat.
She'd always seemed so fierce to him, scary--that was why he'd loved her from afar, but even more than that, the way she'd looked at him, eyes watery and redshot, full of longing when he'd come for her, he wanted to see that vulnerability every day for the rest of his life.
"I'll keep your secret," he grinned prettily against her ear and was rewarded with a painful tug of his hair. He fisted his hand in her silky red strands in return of the gesture.
"You're more of a girl than I am," she cried at that. "Why was I the one that had to be scared?"
She relaxed around him for the first time, tears hot where she buried her face against his neck. He resumed moving inside of her, and she bit him, releasing a long moan.