Naruto Kinks

Saku/Naru (any male but Lee requested): Aphrodisiacs, slight SM, biting, wrestling/play fighting-whoever wins is the dominant for that session, messiness, verbal seduction, some article of clothing left on


Sakura swung her legs back and forth idly as she watched Naruto fumble around below. She wasn't exactly hidden where she sat out on the branch though she was rather high, and Naruto had never been particularly skilled at sensing the presence of others. But maybe that was why she loved him.

He had left his jacket at home due to the lazy summer heat and instead wore only a black t-shirt along with his usual orange pants. He set the yellow shoulder pack he carried onto the ground and took a glance around the area before extracting a large, faded sheet.

She had asked him to meet her for lunch in between her shifts at the hospital. Unfortunately for him though, she had other things in mind.

“Tell me that isn't one of your bedsheets.”

He didn't jerk or act overly surprised when he turned in the direction of her voice, but the sheepish grin was a dead give away. “Sa-Sakura-chan. Uh.” He laughed, scratching the back of his head with one hand before letting it fall back limply to his side, defeated. “I was going to buy a blanket, but they didn't have any. I guess it's too hot. . .”

She smiled down at him despite herself. Of course they wouldn't sell blankets in the summertime, this was the fire country after all. When he smiled back at her, genuinely pleased at her reaction, she forced herself to frown some for seriousness. She needed to stay focused.

“Sakura-chan, come down. I brought—”

A fluid move of her wrist and the kunai sailed down, embedding itself into the dirt several yards away. Shink. She watched those bright, blue eyes shift to follow it's path, a flicker of recognition visible in them when he spotted the length of bundled rope attached to it's hilt. He glanced back to her in a moment of hesitation before he was off, bed sheet forgotten and crumpled on the ground.

She launched herself after him, heart pounding in anticipation.

He dodged, slipping some on the underbrush and she took out a nearby tree. His face was already flushed as he formed the familiar hand-seal. He could deny his enjoyment of the game as much as he wanted, but his body told otherwise.

“Kage Bunsh—”

She tackled, and he “unf”-ed when he hit the ground. They rolled, leaves and twigs catching in her hair, and he ended up on top. Wide eyes stared back at her and then he grinned some, relaxing a little. She had lost.

He turned to retrieve the kunai, but she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him back into a hungry kiss. He moaned his assent, smiling against her lips before returning the gesture with equal force.

Being with Sakura-chan was. . . being with Sakura-chan was. . . It had only been a couple months since she'd focused her attention on him, and he didn't know what he'd done to deserve it, but he was willing to do anything to keep it.

She wrapped a leg around him, pulling him down to rub against the front of her and reached up with her other hand to run her fingers through his hair. She slid his forehead protector off, tossing it away without thought, and he pulled back enough to peel his shirt off, more than eager to continue. He grinned at her, exhaling once shakily before he lowered himself once more, hands moving to caress her breasts over the fabric of her shirt. She traced her fingertips lightly over his exposed forehead, and it was only then—when he felt the cool tingle of her chakra—did he realize the true goal of her seduction. A whine caught in the back of his throat in protest, but it was already too late.

When he regained consciousness she was just finishing with the rope-work. The bark of the trunk was rough against his back and the dry rope cut into his skin, making it painful when he twisted against it. He felt a little sluggish, his mouth dry, and wasn't at all happy with his situation.

“Saaakura-chan,” he whined when she crossed in front of him and continued in the direction of the yellow pack. “No fair, you tricked me.”

She suppressed a small smile and, keeping her back to him, bent to dig through the backpack. She produced a small container and after examining the contents, turned back to him.

“I don't recall agreeing to 'play fair,'” she mused aloud, teasing him as she approached.

He frowned, turning his face away to show his displeasure. “But I won this time.”

“Oh?” she laughed, tossing the lid to the container aside. “Then how come you're the one tied to the tree?”

He struggled then, pride wounded by her words, but stopped, face burning when he realized that squirming would only rub his nipples raw against the ropes. Sakura pulled out a large strawberry and sucked on it thoughtfully as she watched him.

“I won't keep playing if you don't follow the rules,” he threatened half-heartedly as she bent between his legs.

She pulled out the strawberry with an exaggerated suck and grinned at him seductively. “I think you've forgotten,” she leaned in to nip the edge of his earlobe. “I make the rules, Naruto.”

He swallowed hard as she pulled back to look at him, but he wasn't willing to give in yet. “Sakura-ch—”

She rubbed the strawberry back and forth over his bottom lip, distracting, before pushing it in.

“Mmn.” He bit down on the strawberry and was rewarded when she tossed the top away and leaned in to lick at his lips. He kissed her once, lightly, and was surprised that she didn't pull away to prevent him. He smiled weakly and repeated, “No fair,” before she returned the kiss, harder, biting and sucking at his lips.

She pulled back, pleased at the sight of his swollen, kiss-bruised lips and slowly began to unzip her top while she stood. He watched her hungrily, frustrated at not being able to take part in the action and fought the urge to beg her to touch him. Personal experience warned him that doing so would only cause her to neglect him longer.

When she was stripped down to only her shin-protectors and shoes, she dropped once more to her knees and reached for another strawberry. Oh God, she was going to draw this out. He twisted his wrists behind him, unable to sit still. It was a hopeful but pointless action.

“Please, Sakura-chan,” he breathed, whining and squirming when she bit into the strawberry, at the same time slipping one hand down to touch herself, delicately, exploring with two fingers.

She drew the tip of the strawberry away from her lips and trailed it down to rub over her left nipple. She tossed the top away, her skin glistening with the juice.

“Mmn.” He bit down on his bottom lip in frustration, throbbing and burning, needing to be freed from his now painfully tight pants.

She moved forward, one hand gripping his shoulder, and he didn't have to be told to take her breast in his mouth, sucking eagerly and working the nipple back and forth lightly between his teeth. After a few minutes he shifted to lick up her chest and as she lowered herself, she kissed him. He closed his eyes, whining when she trapped his tongue between her teeth, but then she was moving even lower still and as she left a trail of bites down his neck, he hoped this was the part where she'd finally relieve him.

“Feels good,” she purred against his skin and pulling back, brought her glistening fingers up to show him.

He grinned at the wetness and the flush of her pale skin as she slipped her fingers past his lips, and he leaned forward as much as he could to take them in. He worked his tongue around them, sucking them clean and savoring the taste of her, groaning as she finally brushed her other hand over the front of him.

“Mnh, sensitive,” he gasped around her fingers when she increased the pressure of her hand and slipped it down to rub over his balls.

She pulled her fingers free, moving the hand down to join the other as she worked to open the front of his pants. He felt a blush creep up his neck as she watched him spill free but made no move to touch him.

He couldn't take it, squirming pathetically despite his best efforts to hold still.

“Sakura-chan. . .”

She straddled him then, and he choked on a scream.