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Fic: "Candy-Flavored Girl"
Title: Candy-Flavored Girl
Author: redbrunja
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Yamato/Sakura
Author's Note: written for the anonymous kink meme.
Summary: In which Yamato is between Sakura and a hard place.
This was torture.
It was hard enough (WRONG word to use, Yamato growled at himself, but 'wrong' also conjured up images he was trying so very hard to suppress) catching whiffs of her scent when she brushed past him on the trail or watching as she split logs for the camp fire with her bare hands, delectable legs planted firmly against the ground like she was strong enough to hold up the world.
But this? Was as cruel as Orochimaru's worst experiments, his own body betraying him and obeying a different master.
When he'd realized that the room from which he and Sakura were supposed to be removing an important scroll was occupied, he'd gestured that they should switch places; her ears were better than his.
He hadn't expected Sakura to simply slink up his body. He'd forcibly controlled his breathing as he felt her breasts brush against his chest, the medic skirt rustling against his shirt. She ending up straddling his stomach, hair brushing his lips as she tilted her head to listen, an expression of concentration on her face.
He could smell her - girl and vanilla soap and that was the straw that had his cock hardening, pressing painfully against the zipper of his pants.
Yamato clenched his teeth so hard his jaw ached. She was young, so very, very young, and even if she hadn't been, she was smart and sexy and deserved far better than an poor man's copy of the First Hokage who was still untrusted by his ANBU superiors.
"Hmm," Sakura said, and put her mouth so close to his ear he could feel the gloss on her lips slicking the curve of flesh as she spoke. "Nothing to be concerned about," she breathed and slid down a little.
Sakura froze.
Yamato turned his face away in shame, blush stained across his cheeks.
Dimly, he was aware that he should say something, Forgive me, this just happens to men sometimes or You're a lovely young woman, Sakura, and I apologize for revealing the fact that I think so or-
She shifted a little against him and his eyes flew open.
In the darkness of the air vent, he could just see that Sakura's lips were parted and she was gazing at him with bright eyes.
"I never thought..." she breathed and then rocked, her eyes falling half-closed. Yamato gasped, his hands flying to her hips.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Isn't it obvious?" Sakura asked, grinding down.
"Yes, but-" his brain temporarily shorted out and he thrust up, suddenly viscerally unhappy with the clothes between them.
"Shush," Sakura breathed as she reached between them, unzipping his pants.
Her callused hands felt delicious against his erection but a handjob wasn't what he wanted, and if this was the only chance he got with Sakura, if she came to her senses as soon as they were out of the dark, stuffy air inside the walls -which she would- he wanted to take her at least once, to find out if she was as tight and hot as he imagined, fisting himself to thoughts of cotton-candy hair and cherry-flavored lip gloss.
He reversed their positions with a faint thump that he hoped any listeners attributed to rats, awkwardly tugging her shorts down. She helped, lifting her hips and peeling the fabric away.
Then he was pushing into her, hard. She made this cute little squeaking noise as he did so, and he kissed her frantically, trying to silence her and desperate to taste her all at one.
She tasted just like he'd fantasized, like cherries and sex and when she clenched around him, nails digging into his back, he realized that his imagination fell far, far short of the real thing.
Author: redbrunja
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Yamato/Sakura
Author's Note: written for the anonymous kink meme.
Summary: In which Yamato is between Sakura and a hard place.
This was torture.
It was hard enough (WRONG word to use, Yamato growled at himself, but 'wrong' also conjured up images he was trying so very hard to suppress) catching whiffs of her scent when she brushed past him on the trail or watching as she split logs for the camp fire with her bare hands, delectable legs planted firmly against the ground like she was strong enough to hold up the world.
But this? Was as cruel as Orochimaru's worst experiments, his own body betraying him and obeying a different master.
When he'd realized that the room from which he and Sakura were supposed to be removing an important scroll was occupied, he'd gestured that they should switch places; her ears were better than his.
He hadn't expected Sakura to simply slink up his body. He'd forcibly controlled his breathing as he felt her breasts brush against his chest, the medic skirt rustling against his shirt. She ending up straddling his stomach, hair brushing his lips as she tilted her head to listen, an expression of concentration on her face.
He could smell her - girl and vanilla soap and that was the straw that had his cock hardening, pressing painfully against the zipper of his pants.
Yamato clenched his teeth so hard his jaw ached. She was young, so very, very young, and even if she hadn't been, she was smart and sexy and deserved far better than an poor man's copy of the First Hokage who was still untrusted by his ANBU superiors.
"Hmm," Sakura said, and put her mouth so close to his ear he could feel the gloss on her lips slicking the curve of flesh as she spoke. "Nothing to be concerned about," she breathed and slid down a little.
Sakura froze.
Yamato turned his face away in shame, blush stained across his cheeks.
Dimly, he was aware that he should say something, Forgive me, this just happens to men sometimes or You're a lovely young woman, Sakura, and I apologize for revealing the fact that I think so or-
She shifted a little against him and his eyes flew open.
In the darkness of the air vent, he could just see that Sakura's lips were parted and she was gazing at him with bright eyes.
"I never thought..." she breathed and then rocked, her eyes falling half-closed. Yamato gasped, his hands flying to her hips.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Isn't it obvious?" Sakura asked, grinding down.
"Yes, but-" his brain temporarily shorted out and he thrust up, suddenly viscerally unhappy with the clothes between them.
"Shush," Sakura breathed as she reached between them, unzipping his pants.
Her callused hands felt delicious against his erection but a handjob wasn't what he wanted, and if this was the only chance he got with Sakura, if she came to her senses as soon as they were out of the dark, stuffy air inside the walls -which she would- he wanted to take her at least once, to find out if she was as tight and hot as he imagined, fisting himself to thoughts of cotton-candy hair and cherry-flavored lip gloss.
He reversed their positions with a faint thump that he hoped any listeners attributed to rats, awkwardly tugging her shorts down. She helped, lifting her hips and peeling the fabric away.
Then he was pushing into her, hard. She made this cute little squeaking noise as he did so, and he kissed her frantically, trying to silence her and desperate to taste her all at one.
She tasted just like he'd fantasized, like cherries and sex and when she clenched around him, nails digging into his back, he realized that his imagination fell far, far short of the real thing.