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Title: Not The Average Girl Next Door
Author: redbrunja
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: Written for the last Naruto kink meme.
Pairing: Ino/Shikamaru
Summary: "He ran her words through his head a couple of times, working to parse that sentence into something that didn’t make his libido sit up and beg for more details when she straddled him."
Shikamaru was most of the way through what had been a brand-new pack of cigarettes two hours ago when Ino stepped up onto the porch and strolled into his room, nonchalant, like she hadn’t needed to scale at least one wall and tromp across his lawn to get that entrance.
She was wearing the same thing she’d had on in the bar, a tight violet dress with a heavy silver zipper from one hem to the other. The tab was somewhere just below her breasts, slightly higher than it had been the last time he’d seen her, but even in his dim, moon-lit room he could see the pale flesh of her chest between the teethed neckline of her dress, the swell of her breasts pressing against the stretchy fabric.
“You know when your own hands just don’t do it?” Ino asked conversationally.
He ran her words through his head a couple of times, working to parse that sentence into something that didn’t make his libido sit up and beg for more details when she straddled him.
Shikamaru went to stub out his cigarette, missed the ashtray, and wound up grinding it out on the tatami mat.
Ino laughed softly in that way she’d practiced for years to get right, and knowing that should have prevented it from sounding like liquid sex dripping into his ears.
It didn’t.
She grabbed his hand the minute the cigarette rolled away, brought it between her legs.
Ino wasn’t wearing underwear.
“You’re lazy, but you aren’t boring,” she commented, her hand guiding his. She was unbelievably soft, slightly damp, and when she lead him to one particular nubbin of flesh, her hips jerked against his. For one instant her practiced smile broke.
Shikamaru was a genius; he picked up quickly what he was supposed to be doing. He experimented a little, circling with the pads of his fingers, sliding them back to crook inside her, measuring his success by the way her legs trembled against his side until she tensed and shook against him.
Ino sucked in a few deep breaths and then slid herself back a bit, unbuckled his belt.
“Fuck,” he said, putting his hands over his face. He could smell Ino all over his hands. He’d have to wash them before-
Ino wrapped her long, clever fingers around his cock, stroked him nice and hard, almost as practiced as he was, and Shikamaru gritted his teeth at the thought of who she’d learned to jerk a guy off with.
A handjob wasn’t really what he wanted, and after a few minutes of internal debate, hips lifting in time with Ino’s stokes, he reached out, tugged her forward, wanting to be inside her, wanting her heat and tightness.
She resisted, gave a little wicked laugh that needed no practice; it was all Ino, mercurial and almost-cruel.
“Do you know what your father would do to you if you had sex with me?”
That thought did give him pause.
Time enough for Ino to unzip her dress all the way down to the junction of her legs. He stared unabashedly at her tits, nips pert and dark in the moonlight. He could see the reversed triangle of her pubic hair, dusty gold.
She cupped her own breasts, pressed them together, bent over. Shikamaru scooted up, his prick sliding into the warm pressure, his fingers clawing at the mats, scrabbling for purchase. It was hot and tight and perfect and with his eyes closed, it was almost like moving inside Ino, almost like being inside her, except that he could feel her breath ghosting across his chest, and she was making those little giggling noises she made when she was feeling smug and giddy about something, just like when she was eight and beat both him and Chouji at kunai throwing, only she was making that sound because of him, because he was groaning, because her breasts were wrapped around his dick like a greedy fist while she rocked back and forth and sounded like a girl she’d forced herself not to be a long time ago, back when Sakura ditched her for some pretty boy with weird hair and Ino decided that she was going to be the perfect, predatory kunoichi that nobody in their right mind would turn their back on.
Shikamaru reached down groped the tops of her breasts sloppily, thrust up while Ino pressed her chest down. He came all over his belly.
“Wasn’t that more fun than plain-old masturbation?” Ino asked perkily and no one would have been able to tell by her voice that she stumbled getting to her feet, knees almost buckling on her.
She zipped her dress back up briskly, turned on her heel and practically slithered back out into the night.
Shikamaru reached for a cigarette, lit it, and then went to go get cleaned up before either one of his parents saw him.
Author: redbrunja
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: Written for the last Naruto kink meme.
Pairing: Ino/Shikamaru
Summary: "He ran her words through his head a couple of times, working to parse that sentence into something that didn’t make his libido sit up and beg for more details when she straddled him."
Shikamaru was most of the way through what had been a brand-new pack of cigarettes two hours ago when Ino stepped up onto the porch and strolled into his room, nonchalant, like she hadn’t needed to scale at least one wall and tromp across his lawn to get that entrance.
She was wearing the same thing she’d had on in the bar, a tight violet dress with a heavy silver zipper from one hem to the other. The tab was somewhere just below her breasts, slightly higher than it had been the last time he’d seen her, but even in his dim, moon-lit room he could see the pale flesh of her chest between the teethed neckline of her dress, the swell of her breasts pressing against the stretchy fabric.
“You know when your own hands just don’t do it?” Ino asked conversationally.
He ran her words through his head a couple of times, working to parse that sentence into something that didn’t make his libido sit up and beg for more details when she straddled him.
Shikamaru went to stub out his cigarette, missed the ashtray, and wound up grinding it out on the tatami mat.
Ino laughed softly in that way she’d practiced for years to get right, and knowing that should have prevented it from sounding like liquid sex dripping into his ears.
It didn’t.
She grabbed his hand the minute the cigarette rolled away, brought it between her legs.
Ino wasn’t wearing underwear.
“You’re lazy, but you aren’t boring,” she commented, her hand guiding his. She was unbelievably soft, slightly damp, and when she lead him to one particular nubbin of flesh, her hips jerked against his. For one instant her practiced smile broke.
Shikamaru was a genius; he picked up quickly what he was supposed to be doing. He experimented a little, circling with the pads of his fingers, sliding them back to crook inside her, measuring his success by the way her legs trembled against his side until she tensed and shook against him.
Ino sucked in a few deep breaths and then slid herself back a bit, unbuckled his belt.
“Fuck,” he said, putting his hands over his face. He could smell Ino all over his hands. He’d have to wash them before-
Ino wrapped her long, clever fingers around his cock, stroked him nice and hard, almost as practiced as he was, and Shikamaru gritted his teeth at the thought of who she’d learned to jerk a guy off with.
A handjob wasn’t really what he wanted, and after a few minutes of internal debate, hips lifting in time with Ino’s stokes, he reached out, tugged her forward, wanting to be inside her, wanting her heat and tightness.
She resisted, gave a little wicked laugh that needed no practice; it was all Ino, mercurial and almost-cruel.
“Do you know what your father would do to you if you had sex with me?”
That thought did give him pause.
Time enough for Ino to unzip her dress all the way down to the junction of her legs. He stared unabashedly at her tits, nips pert and dark in the moonlight. He could see the reversed triangle of her pubic hair, dusty gold.
She cupped her own breasts, pressed them together, bent over. Shikamaru scooted up, his prick sliding into the warm pressure, his fingers clawing at the mats, scrabbling for purchase. It was hot and tight and perfect and with his eyes closed, it was almost like moving inside Ino, almost like being inside her, except that he could feel her breath ghosting across his chest, and she was making those little giggling noises she made when she was feeling smug and giddy about something, just like when she was eight and beat both him and Chouji at kunai throwing, only she was making that sound because of him, because he was groaning, because her breasts were wrapped around his dick like a greedy fist while she rocked back and forth and sounded like a girl she’d forced herself not to be a long time ago, back when Sakura ditched her for some pretty boy with weird hair and Ino decided that she was going to be the perfect, predatory kunoichi that nobody in their right mind would turn their back on.
Shikamaru reached down groped the tops of her breasts sloppily, thrust up while Ino pressed her chest down. He came all over his belly.
“Wasn’t that more fun than plain-old masturbation?” Ino asked perkily and no one would have been able to tell by her voice that she stumbled getting to her feet, knees almost buckling on her.
She zipped her dress back up briskly, turned on her heel and practically slithered back out into the night.
Shikamaru reached for a cigarette, lit it, and then went to go get cleaned up before either one of his parents saw him.
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good,brave, job... =)
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Great icon, by the way, and I'm glad you enjoyed this!
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XD
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