Naruto Kinks

Shika/Saku: Water (hot spring, bath, etc.), clumsiness, claiming through biting, blood, confessions, light bondage


Sakura leans her head back with a barely audible “Ahhh” and for the first time in days allows herself to relax. The water is hot where it bubbles around her bare skin, tinging the milky paleness pink even where it rests exposed in the night air, and she stops moving save for the rise and fall of her chest as she watches, with eyes half-shut, the shadows dancing across the water.

Yamato had shot her a look that said It's a bad idea when he'd noticed her noticing the hot spring earlier that day, but she wasn't a little girl to be looked after dammit so once he was asleep—during Sai's watch—she had crept away with not so much as an explanation for where she was going.

She “Mm”-s a little to herself in pleasure as she reclines further against the rocks, enjoying the sensation when her breasts pop above the water's surface, nipples instantly cooling and hardening in the crisp autumn air.

Sai cares more about his duty than spying on naked members of the opposite sex (or the same for that matter) and Naruto is an absurdly heavy sleeper so she's sure it isn't either of them. Her face flushes a little at the thought of who it might be then, but when the silence continues unbroken for several more minutes (save for the occasional gurgle of water), she sighs, “If you're not going to attack why don't you just come in?”

In the case of teammates being ruled out, that leaves only one likely possibility.

“Ah-ta,” he says, scrambling to his feet from behind the bushes and awkwardly steps into the moonlight. “Guess I need to work on my stealth.”

For a moment her eyes deceive her but she thinks it couldn't possibly be him. “Shikamaru?” She sits up, visibly more guarded and unable to keep the doubt from her voice when she asks, “What are you doing in Rice Country?”

He scratches the back of his head, mumbling to himself a resolution to avoid troublesome situations and tries to explain, “Hokage-sama sent us for back-up when she heard that Akatsuki could be the ones behind the disappearances. Hinata and Lee are already at the camp.”

“Oh,” she mouths and continues to stare at him, chest exposed fully above the water.

He shifts uncomfortably, unsure what to say and silently thankful that she hasn't yet questioned what he was doing behind the bushes when she adds, “So. Are you coming in?”

He can feel a blush creeping over the tops of his cheeks and hopes she can't see it from this distance, not at all eager to strip naked and reveal his building arousal.

“What were you planning to do?” she taunts absently. “Caress me with your shadows?”

She sinks back into the steaming water, re-situating into a comfortable position, already bored with his lack of action so he frowns (unhappy at the idea of being dismissed) and shrugs out of his vest before peeling his shirt off in a quick, fluid motion. “Maybe.”

He can feel the heat in his cheeks rising when her eyes flicker to his chest and linger, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

“Did Tsunade-shishou send anything for me?”

He's startled at the sudden change in topic and responds with a, “Yeah, uh. Want me to get it?”

“No, later is fine,” she answers, but he's already turned to dig in the pockets of his vest, hoping to buy some time for his erection to soften.

“She said you'd know what to do with them,” he calls out, not bothering to look back as he pretends to search for the small vials of assorted potions.

“Shikamaru.”

He turns around at the sound of his name, and she's there, standing in the hot spring directly behind him exposed down to her navel. He hadn't even heard her move, not so much as a single splash and he can't stop his eyes from trailing down the smooth line of her stomach, glistening with beaded water. He notices the kunai in her hand, blade dripping from the wetness, and doesn't move.

She sets the weapon on the edge to her right and doesn't bother explaining what she was doing with it under the water this whole time because they're ninja and she's sure he understands. Instead she reaches out to grip the waistband to his pants when he finally stands to face her.

The ground is a few feet above her level so she pauses after he's kicked out of his shoes and pulled the fish-net undershirt over his head to lean forward and lay a soft kiss on the bare skin above the button to his pants.

He slides a hand over the top of her head, running his fingers through her pale pink hair and says, “There's something you should know about me, Sakura.”

“Mm,” she breathes against his skin, pulling back enough to look up at him as she slips the button free and slowly unzips his pants.

He falls silent, staring down at her with dark eyes, chest rising and falling visibly as she hooks her fingers over the top of his waistband and pulls his boxers down with his pants. He steps out of them both, now completely exposed before her, and she slips her fingers through his, guiding him down into the water.

“You didn't break your wrist accidentally, training with Chouji.”

It isn't a question and for a minute he scowls, terrified at having been found out, but finally admits quietly, “No.”

She leans forward, kissing the base of his neck before biting at the smooth flesh lightly. “Ino told me.”

“Keh.” He looks away, looks at nothing as she continues licking and biting across his collarbone. “So then you know I did it to see you.”

His voice sounds hollow in the night air. He clenches his jaw at the realization even as he speaks it, unsure how to proceed but she doesn't seem angry at having been deceived. She pulls away, opening her mouth to speak, but he leans down catching her lips with his own. One hand rises to cradle her jaw as the kiss deepens and he backs her some subconsciously toward the side of the hot spring. She bumps into the earthen wall with a small gasp of surprise, but he continues kissing her and grips his hand over her hip before sliding it down to rest on the edge of the wall.

He hisses in pain, jerking his hand back instantly while pulling away from her lips, fist clenched tightly. He opens it only to examine the deep gash in the moonlight.

“Let me see it,” she says, already grabbing at his forearm in concern. “You must have brushed the kunai.”

He offers her a sheepish, half-grin when she peels his fingers back and examines his palm, bringing it close to her face in the darkness, and then she takes a long, slow lick. He chokes a little, half aroused and half in pain, but when she licks again he forgets about the hurting part as much.

She slips her tongue up between his fingers, sucking on the tips to two before turning his hand back to him, showing him the smooth expanse of his palm. The skin there is soft and unbroken—already healed from her touch.

“Know any other tricks with your tongue?” he teases, eliciting a smile before wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close to press against the front of him.

“Depends,” she answers as his hands glide down her backside and disappear into the water to cup the supple curve of her ass. “You know any tricks with shadows? Because I heard—”

He kisses her again, more insistent this time and cutting her off, eager to taste every inch of her body and claim it finally as his own. She yips into his mouth in surprise, jerking when she feels a cool, soft texture brush her back from behind.

“Wha—?”

She shivers as the slender dark lines encircle her waist from behind, winding up her torso to brush along the undersides of her breasts, and she gasps lightly at the sensation—the contrast of shadow's coolness against the water's heat.

“I can do lots of things with my shadows, Sakura,” he answers, grinning against her lips before kissing her once more slowly, softly as the shadows continue caressing her, stretching down her backside and into the water to slip between her legs. “Is this what you had in mind?” he asks, playfully when she gasps and bucks a little against the front of him.

Her green eyes widen and she squirms in response when she feels her arms being pulled closer and closer together behind her, the positional shadow binding forcing her chest out as it arches her back. She feels as if she's cemented in place, unable to struggle against the strength of his technique—vulnerable, and she moans when he leans down to suckle one breast in his mouth, kneading the other in his hand expertly as he rolls his tongue over her nipple. He slips his free hand down the front of her, playing his fingers through her small tuft of hair just below the water's surface and then down further until she shifts her legs apart, spreading to grant him better access.

“Yes,” she says and throws her head back, staring at the stars while her body reacts to his touch, building and building until she's left gasping his name and thinks This is the man that I want.