Naruto Kinks

Naru/Saku: Oil, legs


It was one of those rare moments when they were actually alone—Yamato having gone ahead to scout the perimeter to the ronin stronghold they'd be infiltrating the next morning, Sai called back for a mysterious meeting with Danzo before they'd even left Konoha's gates—so Naruto was determined to make the best of it as he watched Sakura unbuckle the sides to her short skirt on the other side of the fire. She stepped out of it after dropping it to the ground and folded the skirt meticulously, back to him as she bent before her pack to extract a small, glass bottle.

He continued watching her in silence while she eased into place on top of her sleeping bag and uncorked the top, pouring a lavish amount of oil in the palm of her hand. It wasn't long before she began working the oil into the back of her calves and up over her thighs, rubbing wide sweeping circles with her palms, her skin sheening in the fire light. Naruto rose with a sigh and dropping his jacket into a crumple on the ground, walked around the fire to stand directly in front of her.

She looked up at him, eyes searching his face in the shadows and for a beat neither moved until she explained, “We did a lot of running today. I don't have as much stamina so I have to resort to medicinal alternatives if I want to keep up.”

She didn't worry about him judging her like some would, and it wasn't uncommon for him to join her on her sleeping bag for comfort and conversation during tense mission nights, but something about the way he looked at her was different, made her breath hitch lightly in the back of her throat.

“I know, Sakura-chan,” he said, dropping to his knees at her feet.

He outstretched his hand, palm upturned, and she couldn't keep the tremble from her wrist as she poured nearly a third of the bottle into his hand.

His hands were larger than her own, covering more area as he brushed them over her shins, and she wondered why she had never noticed it before—everything about him was larger now in the two years they'd been apart, different and new even as it was familiar. (But hadn't she been noticing it? Slowly, all along?) They were also warm—so very warm, his tanned skin a contrasting shade to her own, and she realized that she'd been staring as he worked the oil into her calves with strong caresses and brushed his thumbs over the tops of her knees.

He had yet to move to her thighs so she spread her legs—an inviting gesture—and scooted closer to provide him better access.

He hesitated for a moment and then slipped his hands up the insides of her thighs before pressing over the tops of them and then raking his fingers back down the outsides. “Sakura-chan, you know I—”

“Just keep rubbing,” she said, scooting even closer still, leaving a trail of hand prints on the surface of the sleeping bag behind her.

He nodded his understanding, chest moving in and out deeply where he bent forward, intent on the smooth line of her legs even as he was dying to explore the supple curves of her hips and the small crook of her thighs. It was going to kill him when he had to stop, unsatisfied.

When he looked up again, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his.

His blue eyes grew wide, fingers trembling where he gripped the tops of her thighs and he “hmm”-ed against her lips in surprise. She lifted her hand to cup the side of his face, palm slick against his skin. He closed his eyes.

She traced her fingertips down the length of his jaw when he melted some against her and kissed his lips again, this time teasing over them with a hint of tongue and he kissed back, hard and hot and nearly devouring her with his mouth while he pushed forward and she laid back.

He moaned and sucked and broke away, panting, finally to say, “Tell me you don't want this.”

“Why?” she breathed as he fumbled unsuccessfully with her zipper, hindered from slickness of his fingertips.

He stopped, face serious as he stared down at her. But he looked away when he explained, “If you don't, I might not stop. I don't want—uh. I mean, if you regretted it and. . .”

Sakura brushed her knuckles over the bottom hem of his t-shirt before sliding her fingers up underneath, against his skin. He gasped lightly when she touched the sensitive area of his seal.

“You think I could do that?”

She drew her hand away, reaching up instead to grip the front of his shirt and pull him back down to her lips. “What have we been through, all these years?” she asked, whispering against his neck. “Idiot, what was it—that I could do that? Even if it happened as a mistake and I hadn't thought it through, I would never regret you.”

He closed his eyes, nodding against her. “I just—you know. . .” And then he grinned, rising up enough to look at her and stroked the hair back from her face with one hand. “I've thought about this for a long time, Sakura-chan. I kind of thought you'd make me work harder or something.”

“Oh?” she questioned, causing him to cringe at her tone, regretting already having stuck his foot in his mouth in typical Naruto fashion when she bumped her leg between his playfully and added, “Then get to work.”

He offered her another wide grin, causing her to smile back at him before he jerked his shirt off over his head, wiping his hands against the soft fabric before returning his attention to her shirt's zipper once more. She sat up a little to more easily slip out of the article of clothing as he pulled it away and ran his hands up over the outside of her bra, lifting and squeezing gently and moving her breasts around in his hand.

Sakura reached back and unclasped the strap to her bra, letting the lingerie fall away and tossing it to the side before lying back onto the sleeping bag with Naruto watching her appreciatively. His eyes darted over the front of her body and back to her face, soaking in everything, and then he reached again for the oil.

“Wait, don't waste—mnn.” Her back arched as he dripped the slippery liquid across her chest and down the line of her stomach to her navel.

She closed her eyes, breathing out deeply as he began massaging over her breasts, sliding his hands all up and down the front of her. She lifted her hips as he peeled her black bottoms away. He bent over her, leaning down to kiss her again as he ran two slick fingers between her thighs, teasing over her opening before slipping in.

It wasn't long before she was writhing beneath him, unable to keep her hips still and she was practically begging when he reared back to his knees, pumping himself a few times to wet the length of his cock before guiding the tip into place against her.

“Sakura-chan?” he asked once, hesitating as he searched her face, but she smiled at him so he pushed, burying himself inside of her inch by inch.

He paused once he was all the way in, savoring the moment as she kissed at his neck and ground her hips against the front of him. And then he was moving, pumping faster and harder until he thought he'd burst from the sensation, until she bit into his shoulder to muffle her scream.