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So, I crossed the line twice in making a Kakashi/Twilight reference (I know). As penance, nimblnymph, here is some nice.... well, it's porny Ino x Sakura to wash the taste out of your mouth.
Title: You Know I'm No Good
Author: redbrunja
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: NC-17
Warning: issues of consent.
Pairings: Ino/Sakura, Sakura/Kiba.
Summary: It's all Sakura's fault.
It was all Sakura's fault.
When they'd become roommates, Ino hadn't signed up for being there when Sakura dragged boys - freaking Kiba of all people and that stupid moustache that he thought made him look older- back into her room.
It didn't matter how quiet Sakura tried to be, how she tried to muffle those little needy sounds, her panting, when Ino was standing against the dividing wall between their bedrooms, she could hear every single thing.
Kiba didn't even try to be quiet - he grunted unrestrictedly each time he slammed Sakura's headboard against the wall, even when Sakura tried to shush him before forgoing that for mumbling more-more-more-please into either his shoulder or her pillow.
By the time they were done, Ino's stomach was sour with jealousy, her thighs clenched tight together and panties damp.
She'd go to the kitchen to let miserable tears squeeze out from between her eyelids (there was no way she was going to cry in either her room or the bathroom - both were adjacent to Sakura's bedroom - while Kiba was lolling about in Sakura's bed) and then one day that bastard waltzed in in a pair of red boxes that Sakura had bought.
Ino kept her back to him, pretended to be sorting the dry dishes.
"Hey Ino," he said in this smug, pseudo-casual voice and Ino snapped.
Without even thinking, she whirled around, hands flashing into the sign for her family's jutsu.
She caught her own body before before it hit the hard linoleum floor (it had been years since she expected Shikamaru to). While she carried it to the couch, she should've been thinking about how this was an abuse, a misuse of her gifts. Ino wasn't. She was thinking about Sakura all curled up in her bed, covers pulled up to teasingly cover naked skin.
Ino did pause, though. She spent an entire five minutes precisely shaving away Kiba's moustache, making sure to moisturize the skin afterwards.
Having a penis was one thing but Ino was not about to kiss Sakura with a clump of hair dangling over her upper lip.
She slipped into Sakura's room and her friend didn't even stir. Sakura didn't wake until Ino nuzzled her neck, kissed softly, working her way from the curve of Sakura's neck to her lips.
"Hey, baby," she whispered huskily.
"You shaved." Sakura sounded sleepily delighted.
"Yeah," Ino breathed, sliding a hand down between Sakura's thighs. She was still damp from her and Kiba's previous rutting but Ino didn't get sloppy. She carefully parted Sakura's folds, circled clit with her thumb, loving the way Sakura jerked against her. She listened, waiting until Sakura's breathing was quick and then stopped.
Sakura's breath caught a little in disappointment, even as she spread her legs wider. Ino didn't penetrate her, though. She pulled the covers back, baring Sakura's long torso, the inverted triangle of cotton-candy hair between her legs. Sakura blushed, face matching her flushed nipples.
"What are you doing?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest protectively.
Ino grabbed her ankles, pulled Sakura to the edge of the bed.
"Something I've wanted to do for a long time," she whispered.
"But-"
"Lie back." Ino pulled Sakura's arms away from her chest.
Sakura did.
Ino ate her out. She sucked at Sakura's clit, teased it, her tongue stroking Sakura's slit from bottom to top, swallowing down her juices, penetrating her with tongue and fingers and after Sakura (oh, please, oh there god I'm so-) climaxed Ino fucked her with the insistent cock pressing on her belly. She rolled Sakura to her stomach and took her like that, stabbing into her over and over while Sakura slammed her hips back to meet each stroke, moaning wantonly as Ino told her what a fucking tease she was, acting so damn platonic every day when she really wanted this, wanted this, this, this.
Title: You Know I'm No Good
Author: redbrunja
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: NC-17
Warning: issues of consent.
Pairings: Ino/Sakura, Sakura/Kiba.
Summary: It's all Sakura's fault.
It was all Sakura's fault.
When they'd become roommates, Ino hadn't signed up for being there when Sakura dragged boys - freaking Kiba of all people and that stupid moustache that he thought made him look older- back into her room.
It didn't matter how quiet Sakura tried to be, how she tried to muffle those little needy sounds, her panting, when Ino was standing against the dividing wall between their bedrooms, she could hear every single thing.
Kiba didn't even try to be quiet - he grunted unrestrictedly each time he slammed Sakura's headboard against the wall, even when Sakura tried to shush him before forgoing that for mumbling more-more-more-please into either his shoulder or her pillow.
By the time they were done, Ino's stomach was sour with jealousy, her thighs clenched tight together and panties damp.
She'd go to the kitchen to let miserable tears squeeze out from between her eyelids (there was no way she was going to cry in either her room or the bathroom - both were adjacent to Sakura's bedroom - while Kiba was lolling about in Sakura's bed) and then one day that bastard waltzed in in a pair of red boxes that Sakura had bought.
Ino kept her back to him, pretended to be sorting the dry dishes.
"Hey Ino," he said in this smug, pseudo-casual voice and Ino snapped.
Without even thinking, she whirled around, hands flashing into the sign for her family's jutsu.
She caught her own body before before it hit the hard linoleum floor (it had been years since she expected Shikamaru to). While she carried it to the couch, she should've been thinking about how this was an abuse, a misuse of her gifts. Ino wasn't. She was thinking about Sakura all curled up in her bed, covers pulled up to teasingly cover naked skin.
Ino did pause, though. She spent an entire five minutes precisely shaving away Kiba's moustache, making sure to moisturize the skin afterwards.
Having a penis was one thing but Ino was not about to kiss Sakura with a clump of hair dangling over her upper lip.
She slipped into Sakura's room and her friend didn't even stir. Sakura didn't wake until Ino nuzzled her neck, kissed softly, working her way from the curve of Sakura's neck to her lips.
"Hey, baby," she whispered huskily.
"You shaved." Sakura sounded sleepily delighted.
"Yeah," Ino breathed, sliding a hand down between Sakura's thighs. She was still damp from her and Kiba's previous rutting but Ino didn't get sloppy. She carefully parted Sakura's folds, circled clit with her thumb, loving the way Sakura jerked against her. She listened, waiting until Sakura's breathing was quick and then stopped.
Sakura's breath caught a little in disappointment, even as she spread her legs wider. Ino didn't penetrate her, though. She pulled the covers back, baring Sakura's long torso, the inverted triangle of cotton-candy hair between her legs. Sakura blushed, face matching her flushed nipples.
"What are you doing?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest protectively.
Ino grabbed her ankles, pulled Sakura to the edge of the bed.
"Something I've wanted to do for a long time," she whispered.
"But-"
"Lie back." Ino pulled Sakura's arms away from her chest.
Sakura did.
Ino ate her out. She sucked at Sakura's clit, teased it, her tongue stroking Sakura's slit from bottom to top, swallowing down her juices, penetrating her with tongue and fingers and after Sakura (oh, please, oh there god I'm so-) climaxed Ino fucked her with the insistent cock pressing on her belly. She rolled Sakura to her stomach and took her like that, stabbing into her over and over while Sakura slammed her hips back to meet each stroke, moaning wantonly as Ino told her what a fucking tease she was, acting so damn platonic every day when she really wanted this, wanted this, this, this.
Wow this is almost an essay
No I wouldn't mind further discussion at all. It's actually a really interesting subject to me since it's a fantasy that I enjoy...well, I'm more into the dubcon / forced seduction than the outright rape since if the woman doesn't ever enjoy it to any degree, I mean, it's hardly a turn-on. I've heard that theory as well, and it makes sense to a point; still though I think that simplifies it to a matter of "society made us like it!" which bothers me a bit; though of course society shapes our psyches & sexuality a shitfuckton and more women seem to have the fantasy of being raped than do men, certainly that must have to do with society.
The other theory on it that I've heard goes off the fact that hey, this is fantasy. Women who fantasize about rape don't actually want to be raped; they don't want to have NO FUCKING CONTROL over what is happening. The creator of the rape fantasy is in absolute control over a fantasy version of an act that by definition takes away all her control. And hey, this act is something that is way too real in women's lives - I've heard statistics like 1 in 4? US women will be sexually assaulted in their lives. (Not to be all TMI here, but since it goes along with the discussion, I'll mention that it almost happened to me - I wasn't raped but I gave a guy a blowjob because I knew he would rape me if I didn't, and I think on some subconscious level I recognized that that was the only way to maintain some control in the situation). If a writer hasn't personally been assaulted most likely a friend or family member has been. So, the theory goes, this is a way to assert control over a fear that hits close to home.
I've also heard a theory (this one spoken re: old skool romances being chockfull of forced seduction and even outright rape) that the fantasy is that the man is so overcome by desire that he can't stop even if she says no. Real rape is more about expressing power via sex than actual desire, but this IS fantasy.
My favorite theory is the subversion of fear / power dynamics that go along with dubcon / forced seduction / rape fantasies.-I'm guessing that's part of why I personally like a bit of dubcon now and again. But we are talking about a lot of women, so I'm sure that it's impossible to explain with one tidy theory. And then there are men with rape fantasies, by which I mean men who fantasize about being raped - of course men are raped, but they don't grow up with the same atmosphere of fear of rape that women do. So what is that about? Is it linked to the same thing that leads some successful dominant men to seek out dominatrixes?