Naruto Kinks
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
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25
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Kyuubi!Naruto/Sakura, Semi-con
Kyuubi!Naru/Saku: Animalistic, semi-con, bondage, biting
It's late when Sakura finally gets off work, well into the dark hours of the night when the streets of Konoha are mostly deserted. Normally she'd drag herself home exhausted, grab a quick, hot shower and pass out, but tonight is different. Tonight is special.
So she hurries over to the 23rd training ground, the location that they've picked out because they're sure no one will stop by to interrupt—not even ANBU, wearing her shortest, white nurse uniform (the one that she's nearly grown out of, the one that shows the tops of her thigh-highs when she bends over) and completely impractical, red heels. Her pulse quickens as she pushes past underbrush, past branches and cobwebs, nearing the designated location, and she wonders if already he's watching her from somewhere nearby. If she concentrates hard enough, she thinks she can feel a tinge of the sinister chakra.
It was her idea to talk about it—sexual fantasies, confide their darkest desires with the other, and she wants to do this, do it for him, but when he drops to the ground suddenly in front of her and it is red eyes that stare back at her instead of blue, she hesitates. It's the first time she's encountered them again and the memory of his attack hits her like cold water. She takes a step back awkwardly in the heels.
“God, Naruto, you scared me.” She frowns a little to hide her blush and tries to regain her composure.
When he doesn't answer her and instead begins a slow, sweeping circle around her, the hairs on her arms bristle and her heart speeds. Run. Sakura knows that a ninja should never ignore their instincts, but she's torn because she trusts Naruto. And she agreed to this. It wouldn't be fair to back out now.
“Run.”
She's surprised when he says exactly what she was thinking, and she shrinks into herself some in response. The voice is deeper than usual and gravely but still his own so she nods her understanding and kicking out of the heels, takes off. Her pantyhose will be ruined in the underbrush, ripped to shreds in the twigs and dry leaves but none of that matters now.
She hasn't gotten far when he's just there in front of her once more and she screams—honest to God screams—in reaction. She can't tell if she's more thrilled than scared anymore when she turns to dart to the side and he instead snatches her wrist, jerking her back roughly against the front of him.
Not so hard, she thinks but she doesn't dare say it because this is his fantasy and she can take it. And maybe she likes how her breath catches in her throat when he digs his fingernails into the underside of her arm.
Her eyes are wide when he whips her around—so fast, grabbing her other wrist and pulling her arms back behind her without warning. He traps them in place with one hand and with the other rakes his fingers down the front of her, smacking and pinching at her left breast. She squirms in surprise, a small noise trapped in the back of her throat, and he buries his face in the crook of her neck.
Naruto has never been this rough with her before. But this is Naruto. . . it's not—
She shivers at the sensation of his teeth where they brush over her skin teasingly, now sharper and more elongated with his partial-transformation, and for the first time she thinks about trying to break free. It's difficult though because she's not sure how to without hurting him.
He bites down, hard and unforgiving, and she cries out in pain. She can feel his free hand on her chin, smearing her red lipstick where he rubs his thumb over her bottom lip.
“Louder,” he whispers against her ear, and grips the area of the bite-mark tightly as he guides her forward, forcing her to bend over with his unnatural strength.
She grits her teeth, hissing as she twists against him, a mixture of anger, excitement and fear fueling her, but ends up being pushed to her knees in defeat. She can feel the hot press of him against her even through his clothing as he molds to her body, one hand holding the front of her to the dirt while his other still grips her wrists together at her back.
He plucks the forehead protector from her hair, pulling away from her to wind it around her wrists before knotting it securely in place, and she's taken aback for a moment. It's a ridiculous action, a binding that couldn't possibly hold her should she draw upon her chakra for escape, but it's also so very Naruto-like and she relaxes a little at the realization. She wriggles her wrists against the hold of the cloth and finds that she enjoys the sensation, the illusion of captivity.
One of his hands moves to rest on her hip—holding her in place, the other now free to trail up the back of her right thigh slowly. She feels silly with her butt posed in the air but also vulnerable and inexplicably excited. She whines at the sensation of his fingernails on her skin, aching for him to touch her as he massages her ass with his palm.
“Don't,” she breathes, and he jabs his thumb over the wetness of her red underwear.
He continues poking and prodding, (ignoring her protest,) sliding down to rub circles over her clit until she squirms under his touch. He slips his hands up her dress then and pulls the underwear down slowly to her knees before he leans down and gripping the backs of her thighs, gives her a long and deliberate lick. She moans when he continues, forcing his tongue inside of her and lapping relentlessly at the warm wetness of her opening.
He rolls her over then, aggressively, tossing her underwear into the darkness behind him and strips naked before her. The intensity of his red eyes startle her, and she looks away. He presses himself against the front of her, his weight adding to the pressure on her arms, and she can feel his tip tease between her lips, wetting itself as it slips up and down, up and down.
“You're mine, Sakura-chan,” he growls into her hair and then pushes in.
She arches against him, gasping and when she starts to cry his name, he steals her lips in a kiss. It's deep and claiming and he swallows her moans while he fucks her, one hand beside her hip, the other gripping her breast until she screams and twists beneath him in ecstasy, begging him to do it again, and he collapses on top of her, weakly, nodding his consent.
When he lifts his head to look at her, his eyes are once more blue and with a small smile he pants, “Mmn. Next time struggle more.”
It's late when Sakura finally gets off work, well into the dark hours of the night when the streets of Konoha are mostly deserted. Normally she'd drag herself home exhausted, grab a quick, hot shower and pass out, but tonight is different. Tonight is special.
So she hurries over to the 23rd training ground, the location that they've picked out because they're sure no one will stop by to interrupt—not even ANBU, wearing her shortest, white nurse uniform (the one that she's nearly grown out of, the one that shows the tops of her thigh-highs when she bends over) and completely impractical, red heels. Her pulse quickens as she pushes past underbrush, past branches and cobwebs, nearing the designated location, and she wonders if already he's watching her from somewhere nearby. If she concentrates hard enough, she thinks she can feel a tinge of the sinister chakra.
It was her idea to talk about it—sexual fantasies, confide their darkest desires with the other, and she wants to do this, do it for him, but when he drops to the ground suddenly in front of her and it is red eyes that stare back at her instead of blue, she hesitates. It's the first time she's encountered them again and the memory of his attack hits her like cold water. She takes a step back awkwardly in the heels.
“God, Naruto, you scared me.” She frowns a little to hide her blush and tries to regain her composure.
When he doesn't answer her and instead begins a slow, sweeping circle around her, the hairs on her arms bristle and her heart speeds. Run. Sakura knows that a ninja should never ignore their instincts, but she's torn because she trusts Naruto. And she agreed to this. It wouldn't be fair to back out now.
“Run.”
She's surprised when he says exactly what she was thinking, and she shrinks into herself some in response. The voice is deeper than usual and gravely but still his own so she nods her understanding and kicking out of the heels, takes off. Her pantyhose will be ruined in the underbrush, ripped to shreds in the twigs and dry leaves but none of that matters now.
She hasn't gotten far when he's just there in front of her once more and she screams—honest to God screams—in reaction. She can't tell if she's more thrilled than scared anymore when she turns to dart to the side and he instead snatches her wrist, jerking her back roughly against the front of him.
Not so hard, she thinks but she doesn't dare say it because this is his fantasy and she can take it. And maybe she likes how her breath catches in her throat when he digs his fingernails into the underside of her arm.
Her eyes are wide when he whips her around—so fast, grabbing her other wrist and pulling her arms back behind her without warning. He traps them in place with one hand and with the other rakes his fingers down the front of her, smacking and pinching at her left breast. She squirms in surprise, a small noise trapped in the back of her throat, and he buries his face in the crook of her neck.
Naruto has never been this rough with her before. But this is Naruto. . . it's not—
She shivers at the sensation of his teeth where they brush over her skin teasingly, now sharper and more elongated with his partial-transformation, and for the first time she thinks about trying to break free. It's difficult though because she's not sure how to without hurting him.
He bites down, hard and unforgiving, and she cries out in pain. She can feel his free hand on her chin, smearing her red lipstick where he rubs his thumb over her bottom lip.
“Louder,” he whispers against her ear, and grips the area of the bite-mark tightly as he guides her forward, forcing her to bend over with his unnatural strength.
She grits her teeth, hissing as she twists against him, a mixture of anger, excitement and fear fueling her, but ends up being pushed to her knees in defeat. She can feel the hot press of him against her even through his clothing as he molds to her body, one hand holding the front of her to the dirt while his other still grips her wrists together at her back.
He plucks the forehead protector from her hair, pulling away from her to wind it around her wrists before knotting it securely in place, and she's taken aback for a moment. It's a ridiculous action, a binding that couldn't possibly hold her should she draw upon her chakra for escape, but it's also so very Naruto-like and she relaxes a little at the realization. She wriggles her wrists against the hold of the cloth and finds that she enjoys the sensation, the illusion of captivity.
One of his hands moves to rest on her hip—holding her in place, the other now free to trail up the back of her right thigh slowly. She feels silly with her butt posed in the air but also vulnerable and inexplicably excited. She whines at the sensation of his fingernails on her skin, aching for him to touch her as he massages her ass with his palm.
“Don't,” she breathes, and he jabs his thumb over the wetness of her red underwear.
He continues poking and prodding, (ignoring her protest,) sliding down to rub circles over her clit until she squirms under his touch. He slips his hands up her dress then and pulls the underwear down slowly to her knees before he leans down and gripping the backs of her thighs, gives her a long and deliberate lick. She moans when he continues, forcing his tongue inside of her and lapping relentlessly at the warm wetness of her opening.
He rolls her over then, aggressively, tossing her underwear into the darkness behind him and strips naked before her. The intensity of his red eyes startle her, and she looks away. He presses himself against the front of her, his weight adding to the pressure on her arms, and she can feel his tip tease between her lips, wetting itself as it slips up and down, up and down.
“You're mine, Sakura-chan,” he growls into her hair and then pushes in.
She arches against him, gasping and when she starts to cry his name, he steals her lips in a kiss. It's deep and claiming and he swallows her moans while he fucks her, one hand beside her hip, the other gripping her breast until she screams and twists beneath him in ecstasy, begging him to do it again, and he collapses on top of her, weakly, nodding his consent.
When he lifts his head to look at her, his eyes are once more blue and with a small smile he pants, “Mmn. Next time struggle more.”