Reputation

No one dared to try and top my sexual prowess; they had all received a demonstration of the feat for themselves. I was only recommended for a trail to those who could literally “Put up with a one night stand with one of the most addictive men in Konoha.” Or, at least, that's what I heard from the gossip of teenage nymphomaniacs, all of which sent their seductive, lewd facial gestures my way whenever I stumbled upon the scene. No one could match what I could do, and most others didn't want to get involved for fear that they would never get enough. I don't mean to brag; It actually leaves me quite depressed to know that I will have trouble looking for a wife who would want me for me, not my sexual dominance.

Of course, I figured this was what would happen, until she came along...

The busty, blond-haired Sand Jounin bounced happily on my painfully erect member, her face buried in the nape of my neck. Her moist pant against my skin raised my arousal so much that I found my thighs twitching, quivering under the pressure of her sex. Her heavy breasts, which pressed hard against my chest, invited me to do as I wished with them, seeing how I was soon to blow my load inside of her anyhow.

I let out an enticing groan, one that lets her know it wouldn't be too long before her point would be proved. She props herself up and hovers over me, a confident, egotistical grin with a bit of “I toldya so,” in her eyes reigns down on me, and she stops riding for a moment, giving a few heavy pushes here and there.

“Can't hold it in, big boy?” she teases while panting, a bit of her sun-yellow hair falling in front of her right eye.

“Fu...ck you,” I pant out, doing my best to still hold on what little control I have left. We both know that I am at the brink of my consciousness, and that whatever she decides to do more to my body-my throbbing manhood, specifically- will send me over the edge into a vat of utmost pleasure. All of my body lacked control, other than my mouth, but she would be sure to gain that territory as well.

As she starts up her rolling of the hips again, stroking my manhood with the walls of her slick yet tugging vagina, she bends over to feed me a tender kiss. It felt warm, but its intentions were cold; a method of shutting me up. Hell, it worked. The last part of my body that I had power over was taken away by an adventurous, winding tongue.

With my entire body severed from my mind I could no longer hold back my eminent climax, and I could feel the heat of it building up, lapsing over in my core as my nails released the flesh on her back. Just when I thought I was getting ready to rupture, and she was going to bask in her victory, I noticed a change in her face.

She had a pleading look in her eyes, which stared down at our connection with remorse; I thought she was beginning to tear up. Another second went by and she snapped her head back up, looking at my face. She cries out suddenly and wraps her arms around my chest, pressing against me. Desperate now, she begins to ride me harder, faster, deeper. Her rhythmic and precise pounding turns frantic and random, and she buries her face into the bedsheets next to my head to scream, though it did not muffle it one bit. With one hand tangled in my hair and the other gripping, ripping, scratching at my back, she gives one last tug and bounce before ringing out a piercing scream of,

“FUUUUUUUUUCK!” she cried out, her involuntary contractions now pushing against the shaft of my hard-as-rock member, slathering it in her freshly pumped cum juice, “FUUU-UH-UH-UH-CK MEE-EE-EE.”

Other than a happy, relieved smile, the only other thing I can remember directly after that moment was my throbbing cock pumping my hot load into her body, my hands gripping her ass, my mouth suckling one of her breasts...

As she laid next to me in my bed, her ass pressed against my pelvis, just about to fall asleep, she decides to say something.

“All of my friend's told me I couldn't handle you,” she chuckles to me randomly, “But, I don't think you outdid me too bad.”

I smiled at her and climbed over to look her in the eyes, “Yeah, you held your own alright. And, if you wouldn't mind, I would like to do this again.”

She smiled back and closed her eyes in fatigue, “Yeah, I'd like that,” she said back softly, her tired state obviously coming over her.

If I had known Temari was going to become my wife, I never would have taken any of that night for granted...


AU: Just a oneshot Naruto story I wrote spontaneously one night. Nothing too fancy.