Scratching
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,038
Reviews:
2
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0
Currently Reading:
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Scratching
This is just a little oneshot I have posted on FF.net, but I figured I'd post it here, too. Constructive criticism welcomed, as always. And yes, this pairing is pure crack and I love it. It's pretty mild compared to the other stuff I've seen on here, and not at all violent unlike most of my Akatsuki crack, but I hope you like anyway!
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Deidara buried his face into the crook of his lover’s neck as he felt his climax seep from his loins and into his entire being. With a couple more shuttering, weakened thrusts he finished, nearly collapsing on top of Tenten. Right away he rolled off of her and onto his back before his own weight could get the better of him. He didn’t even bother to brush away the strands of blond hair sticking to his forehead. Instead he stared at the specks of dust that lazily floated in the morning’s gold rays like snowflakes, his eyes following each individual speck until it settled on the white sheets of the futon.
He glanced over at Tenten, who was lying on her back beside him. Her sweat gave her crème-colored skin a slight sheen that highlighted the contours of lean muscle. The morning’s coolness was quickly giving way to yet another sultry summer day, which was probably why she didn’t pull the covers up to her chest like she normally did afterwards. Deidara directed his gaze elsewhere, trying to keep his desires under control for both of their sakes.
But he dared to look at Tenten once more, this time trying to keep his focus on her face. It wasn’t long before his eyes drifted down to pore over the curve that gently sloped from the side of her ribs into her waist and up again to her hip. When his sight began to settle on the flecks of black hair below her bellybutton, he quickly veered his attention forward to the wall before he had the chance to realize his arousal was growing once again. He reached behind his head to nervously massage the stiff muscles on his upper back, occupying his mind with something other than an unclad Tenten.
Inwardly grinning at the torture she was making Deidara was going through, Tenten rolled onto her stomach, resting her chin on her pillow. She still didn’t make an effort to cover herself up. “So, was it as good as usual?” she purred.
“Yes,” Deidara answered, trying not to make eye contact.
He knew that giving himself a back massage would not occupy his thoughts for long. Instead he decided to search the blankets for his Akatsuki ring that was carelessly cast aside along with the rest of his clothes. That’s when he noticed a trace of bright red blood on his fingertips. Tenten raised an eyebrow when she noticed it, too.
“Do you have to scratch me every single time, yeah?” Deidara asked, almost sounding annoyed.
Tenten giggled like a nymph as she hugged her pillow mischievously, arching her lower back up so the sheet that was barely covering her backside slipped down to her thighs. “Well, I can’t let you get away without a little pain, now can I? Consider it as payback for the marks you always leave on my neck. Ino keeps asking me about them.”
Deidara made the mistake of glancing over at Tenten while she spoke. His eye quickly caught the delicious sight of her sleek back and exposed bottom, and it was too much for his willpower to handle. Knowing that he could no longer fight what he was feeling, his distinctive leer began to pull at the corners of his lips. “Well then, perhaps it’s time we find a solution to that, hmm?”
“What do you mean?”
Still smirking, Deidara managed to keep a composed appearance on the outside when the tongue from his hand made contact with the warm metal of his ring, despite the devilish plans running through his head. It wasn’t until after he casually slipped the Akatsuki ring back on his finger that he suddenly lounged at Tenten. With one hand he pressed on her upper back to hold her down, the other lifted her bottom to meet his pelvis. With one strong thrust of his hips he entered her once again. His inner thighs quivered at the lovely, warm feeling that enveloped him as if he hadn’t experienced it in years. Digging his fingertips into Tenten’s hips, he drove himself into her with all the strength he had left.
Tenten moaned from the pain that shot through her body with each rough jerk. She buried her face in her pillow and bit it in agony when Deidara began to drive deeper inside of her. But she loved the pain as well as the raw harshness of rough sex, and Deidara’s unpredictable demeanor made it even better. Her spine tingled when she felt his hot breath on her ear as he growled, “You can’t scratch me now, can you?”
No, I can’t. But I got what I wanted from you anyway.
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Deidara buried his face into the crook of his lover’s neck as he felt his climax seep from his loins and into his entire being. With a couple more shuttering, weakened thrusts he finished, nearly collapsing on top of Tenten. Right away he rolled off of her and onto his back before his own weight could get the better of him. He didn’t even bother to brush away the strands of blond hair sticking to his forehead. Instead he stared at the specks of dust that lazily floated in the morning’s gold rays like snowflakes, his eyes following each individual speck until it settled on the white sheets of the futon.
He glanced over at Tenten, who was lying on her back beside him. Her sweat gave her crème-colored skin a slight sheen that highlighted the contours of lean muscle. The morning’s coolness was quickly giving way to yet another sultry summer day, which was probably why she didn’t pull the covers up to her chest like she normally did afterwards. Deidara directed his gaze elsewhere, trying to keep his desires under control for both of their sakes.
But he dared to look at Tenten once more, this time trying to keep his focus on her face. It wasn’t long before his eyes drifted down to pore over the curve that gently sloped from the side of her ribs into her waist and up again to her hip. When his sight began to settle on the flecks of black hair below her bellybutton, he quickly veered his attention forward to the wall before he had the chance to realize his arousal was growing once again. He reached behind his head to nervously massage the stiff muscles on his upper back, occupying his mind with something other than an unclad Tenten.
Inwardly grinning at the torture she was making Deidara was going through, Tenten rolled onto her stomach, resting her chin on her pillow. She still didn’t make an effort to cover herself up. “So, was it as good as usual?” she purred.
“Yes,” Deidara answered, trying not to make eye contact.
He knew that giving himself a back massage would not occupy his thoughts for long. Instead he decided to search the blankets for his Akatsuki ring that was carelessly cast aside along with the rest of his clothes. That’s when he noticed a trace of bright red blood on his fingertips. Tenten raised an eyebrow when she noticed it, too.
“Do you have to scratch me every single time, yeah?” Deidara asked, almost sounding annoyed.
Tenten giggled like a nymph as she hugged her pillow mischievously, arching her lower back up so the sheet that was barely covering her backside slipped down to her thighs. “Well, I can’t let you get away without a little pain, now can I? Consider it as payback for the marks you always leave on my neck. Ino keeps asking me about them.”
Deidara made the mistake of glancing over at Tenten while she spoke. His eye quickly caught the delicious sight of her sleek back and exposed bottom, and it was too much for his willpower to handle. Knowing that he could no longer fight what he was feeling, his distinctive leer began to pull at the corners of his lips. “Well then, perhaps it’s time we find a solution to that, hmm?”
“What do you mean?”
Still smirking, Deidara managed to keep a composed appearance on the outside when the tongue from his hand made contact with the warm metal of his ring, despite the devilish plans running through his head. It wasn’t until after he casually slipped the Akatsuki ring back on his finger that he suddenly lounged at Tenten. With one hand he pressed on her upper back to hold her down, the other lifted her bottom to meet his pelvis. With one strong thrust of his hips he entered her once again. His inner thighs quivered at the lovely, warm feeling that enveloped him as if he hadn’t experienced it in years. Digging his fingertips into Tenten’s hips, he drove himself into her with all the strength he had left.
Tenten moaned from the pain that shot through her body with each rough jerk. She buried her face in her pillow and bit it in agony when Deidara began to drive deeper inside of her. But she loved the pain as well as the raw harshness of rough sex, and Deidara’s unpredictable demeanor made it even better. Her spine tingled when she felt his hot breath on her ear as he growled, “You can’t scratch me now, can you?”
No, I can’t. But I got what I wanted from you anyway.