Stronger Together
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,191
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Stronger Together
A/N: This was prompted by my recent purchase of Making Out In Japanese, which has all these great translation for nasty, smutty phrases such as:
“Onegai” – Please! (most of us have seen that one)
“Yokatta?” – Did you like that?
“Iku iku!” – I’m coming! (f.)
All of which I’ve included for you smut!fic needs. Enjoy!
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Prompt 073. Light - La Petite Mort
The moonlight danced across her porcelain skin as she called his name with a breathy, needy moan.
“Onegai, Neji…”
Neji moved within her just short of violently – watching the muscles of her abdomen ripple with the strain of bracing herself beneath him. On his knees, their bodies glistening with sweat in the moonlight streaming in through her bedroom window, he grabbed Sakura’s hips and lifted her torso to meet his hips, grinding against her center as he reached deep within her liquid heat.
As Neji thrust forward, flushing with exertion and extreme arousal, Sakura snapped her hips up to his in a feat of kunoichi muscle control that left them both panting. Slowly, so slowly he withdrew, sensing her frustration growing as he watched her hands scrabble with the chakra rope that bound them to her bed.
Her need to touch his pale skin was overwhelming her senses, distracting her from a particularly intense thrust. Wrist bindings forgotten, Sakura moaned loudly, breasts bouncing loosely, as his hardness brushed insistently over her very sensitive inner flesh.
“Yokatta?” he grunted with a sensual half smile dancing across his lips, hair flying around them as he rhythmically rocked back and forth.
Unable to speak, Sakura squeezed her eyes shut and nodded, hands clenching and unclenching spasmodically against the sturdy wood of the headboard. Neji could tell she was close and slowed his pace, rolling his hips against her to grind in that certain way proven to set her ablaze. His own end nearing, he was enraptured at the erotic tableau she created with the wildly askew hair, lust-flushed face and parted lips breathing his name over and over.
Struggling to last, Neji felt her entire body tense, a sure sign that Sakura was about to tumble over the brink. Moments later, she shattered around him with a deep wail, the headboard creaking with the strain as Sakura pulled unconsciously against her bonds.
“Iku iku, Neji!”
Tight as a vise, inner muscles rippling and fluttering as she flew headlong into her release, Neji’s control broke with a fierce intensity. Lost in that moist velvet warmth, he thrust once-twice—three times and groaned as he collapsed forward onto Sakura’s beautiful body.
Hands trembling, Neji pulled the thread that released her wrists and kissed her deeply – shaky fingers threading through mussed cherry locks. Arranging themselves in their typical tangle of blankets, pillows and limbs, the deadly pair of shinobi crashed into the dark blackness of post-coital bliss.
Sometimes the little deaths were too intense for words.
“Onegai” – Please! (most of us have seen that one)
“Yokatta?” – Did you like that?
“Iku iku!” – I’m coming! (f.)
All of which I’ve included for you smut!fic needs. Enjoy!
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Prompt 073. Light - La Petite Mort
The moonlight danced across her porcelain skin as she called his name with a breathy, needy moan.
“Onegai, Neji…”
Neji moved within her just short of violently – watching the muscles of her abdomen ripple with the strain of bracing herself beneath him. On his knees, their bodies glistening with sweat in the moonlight streaming in through her bedroom window, he grabbed Sakura’s hips and lifted her torso to meet his hips, grinding against her center as he reached deep within her liquid heat.
As Neji thrust forward, flushing with exertion and extreme arousal, Sakura snapped her hips up to his in a feat of kunoichi muscle control that left them both panting. Slowly, so slowly he withdrew, sensing her frustration growing as he watched her hands scrabble with the chakra rope that bound them to her bed.
Her need to touch his pale skin was overwhelming her senses, distracting her from a particularly intense thrust. Wrist bindings forgotten, Sakura moaned loudly, breasts bouncing loosely, as his hardness brushed insistently over her very sensitive inner flesh.
“Yokatta?” he grunted with a sensual half smile dancing across his lips, hair flying around them as he rhythmically rocked back and forth.
Unable to speak, Sakura squeezed her eyes shut and nodded, hands clenching and unclenching spasmodically against the sturdy wood of the headboard. Neji could tell she was close and slowed his pace, rolling his hips against her to grind in that certain way proven to set her ablaze. His own end nearing, he was enraptured at the erotic tableau she created with the wildly askew hair, lust-flushed face and parted lips breathing his name over and over.
Struggling to last, Neji felt her entire body tense, a sure sign that Sakura was about to tumble over the brink. Moments later, she shattered around him with a deep wail, the headboard creaking with the strain as Sakura pulled unconsciously against her bonds.
“Iku iku, Neji!”
Tight as a vise, inner muscles rippling and fluttering as she flew headlong into her release, Neji’s control broke with a fierce intensity. Lost in that moist velvet warmth, he thrust once-twice—three times and groaned as he collapsed forward onto Sakura’s beautiful body.
Hands trembling, Neji pulled the thread that released her wrists and kissed her deeply – shaky fingers threading through mussed cherry locks. Arranging themselves in their typical tangle of blankets, pillows and limbs, the deadly pair of shinobi crashed into the dark blackness of post-coital bliss.
Sometimes the little deaths were too intense for words.