#mortyvongola2 kinktober 2022
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Day 3: Touchless Orgasm
Can't Help it
Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Reader
Genre: Oneshot, smut, kinktober prompt
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: afab!reader, touchless orgasm, a lot of dirty talk, like a lot a lot of it, semipublic, oral sex (male receiving), dom Kakashi, very dom Kakashi I can't emphasize this enough, use of the word 'slut' but you know in the fun way, throat abuse, possessive behavior, dominance/submission, face fucking, voice kink, office blowjobs
A/N: Kinktober is a year round event right? Not just one month out of the year, right? Also, lemme know if you want to be apart of tagged list.
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It was unfair, really. He knew what he did to you, how his voice could affect you. How he could get you to do almost anything with the promise of him. You whined, your thighs pressed together to try and get some friction against your weeping sex.
So unfair.
His chuckle, low and heavy with pleasure, made you whine around his cock again. Your jaw was stretched wide, drool escaped from the corners of your lips as you continued to take him as far into your mouth as your body allowed. Just having him in your mouth alone was enough to make you wet enough to soak through your clothes.
“Mm, you look so pretty like this,” his voice was breathy but firm, husky but more addictive to you than any drug or cigarette could be. “Slobbering all over my cock, under my desk, whining like you’re on edge from this alone.”
You closed your eyes, you would have shaken your head if you could have, but instead you swallowed more of him. The fat head hit the back of your throat and you fought against the gag that threatened to overtake you. You could feel your clit throb.
“Do you want to touch yourself?”
Gods, yes.
“To cum with my cock in your throat?” His hips thrust forward for emphasis, and you felt saliva slide further down your chin. You pulled back, taking him out of your throat before pushing him back in, trying to take him in even further. “What a cute little cock slut you are.”
His hands tugged at your hair, the minute amount of pain turning into a pleasant buzz in your pleasure-addled brain. You moaned against him, your hips moving on instinct. Your sex clenched around nothing. The delicious chuckle that left him was cut off by a sharp gasp as you attempted to swallow around him. You opened your eyes again, even as you felt them begin to tear up, to try to take in the sight of him with his head tossed back. Your hand began to reach down to slip beneath the waistband of your pants.
“Don’t,” he panted.
You blinked at him in confusion, vision blurred with unshed tears. He groaned, the hand that was in your hair tugged harder, forcing you to take him in up to the root, your nose pressed firmly against the silver locks at his base. You sputtered, the tears finally falling.
“Fuck,” he groaned again, hips moving minimally. “Don’t touch yourself,” he commanded.
A keen left your throat and vibrated around his shaft. You wanted to ask why, to demand he allow you that small relief, but instead you dragged your teeth against him as he pulled out until only the leaking tip remained on the back of your tongue.
“I know you don’t need it to cum.”
He began to thrust eagerly, fucking your face with abandon. “All you need is this,” both of his hands came down to hold your cheeks and caress your jaw. The noises that left your throat were lewd and wet, you could feel your pussy throb with desperation, and you spread your bent legs. “My cock, my- ah,” you closed your eyes again so you could focus on the sounds. His sounds. “My voice. You’re so easy, so depraved.”
His thumbs rubbed against the stretched corners of your lips. “I don’t even have to see your pretty little hole to know that it’s drooling more than your mouth. Hn,” his grip tightened on your face, and you humped the floor, feeling no relief from the increasing ache. “I’ll cum down your throat and tell you to cum and you will, because its my voice telling you to. Because you can’t resist me.”
You could feel your slick as it leaked against your thighs, could feel yourself suck him harder as your need grew. If only he was inside of you, ruining your insides like he was your throat. You needed Kakashi to pull you out from under his desk and bend you over and take you so thoroughly you wouldn’t be able to walk straight. The throbbing in your core grew as his groans increased and the abuse on your throat worsened. You were so turned on, it felt like you were being edged.
“You’ll swallow it all, every last drop, and leave my office with drool down your chin, your slick down your legs, and a belly full of my cum.”
A shiver crawled up your spine and your grip on his pant legs turned white knuckled. You felt close but torturously so. He was right, you were depraved. Your clit begged for any kind of stimulation, a single touch and you were sure you’d be gone. “Fuck, you like that, don’t you? You’re close, aren’t you?” You whined and he let out a humorless laugh. “Mmm, look at your hips moving on their own. So naughty, getting so worked up over having a cock in your mouth that you’re about to cum.”
A desperate whine left your throat.
“Go on,” he grunted, his own hips stuttering. “Cum, cum while I paint your throat.”
Kakashi let out a stuttering gasp and you felt the tension in your core release at the same instance his seed shot down your esophagus. It was hot and thick, some of it leaking out onto your tongue as you struggled to swallow while still cumming yourself. Your walls clenched around nothing, your clit ached with over sensitivity, and you could feel your fluids slide further down your skin and soak your clothes completely. It was an unsatisfactory orgasm that had left you twitching and achingly overstimulated.
“Mm, good girl.”
His fingers rubbed your stiff jaw gently as he pulled out, it made an ungodly wet schlop as he left your throat before leaving a wet trail against your lips. You closed your mouth when he was out, the tang of spend along your tongue as you struggled to get it all down. He’d cum so much.
“That’s it,” he muttered and rubbed his thumbs over your lips. “Swallow your reward.”
“P-please,” your voice was hoarse, tongue heavy, and throat thick with him. You needed him then more than ever before. “Kashi, please, fuck me.” “Hm, how can I deny a request like that from such pretty swollen lips?”
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I posted 1,305 times in 2022
That's 779 more posts than 2021!
62 posts created (5%)
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I tagged 399 of my posts in 2022
#kankuro - 59 posts
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#naruto oc - 43 posts
#naruto fanfiction - 43 posts
#kurono uzumaki - 39 posts
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#the ranting fangirl answers - 18 posts
#moots - 17 posts
#gaara - 15 posts
#naruto series - 14 posts
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My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Kinktober 2021 Day 31 - Dream Sequence with Itachi and Kankuro
Kinktober 2021 day 31 - Writer's Choice: Dream Sequence
Fandom: Naruto
Itachi x OC x Kankuro
Word Count: 2000+
Summary: Kurono Uzumaki's interests were vast and her desires unrealistic. But there was no harm in indulging every once in awhile.
Content Warning: threesome, OC insert, almost smut, dying Itachi, fingering, almost oral, lots of touching breasts, usual KuroKuro sass
Author Notes: This is the most self indulgent thing I've ever written and I should probably apologize for it, but I won't.
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Minors do not interact!
Strong hands gripped at her waist, squeezing them tight as the man whom they belonged to dragged her closer to him. His lips crashed against hers once again, pulling out a quiet gasp from her lips. His fingertips rubbed circles along the bare skin poking out from the hemline of her shirt. His touch ignited chills along her skin and a severe heat in the pit of her stomach.
She pressed herself closer to the man, her own fingers sliding into the hood acting as a forehead protector covering his head. She hooked her fingertips into the material and let it fall down onto the floor behind him.
“Careful with that, Red,” he mumbled against her lips as he squeezed her hips.
“Try not to step on it then, Kitty,” she retorted, breaking from the kiss to trail her lips away from his and down to his neck.
His gruff chuckle filled the room. “Must you call me that when you’re doing that?”
She hummed against his skin, lightly nipping at the spot between his neck and shoulder. “And here I thought you liked your nickname, Kankurō.”
Skilled fingers captured her chin and tugged lightly, making her look back up to him. Dark, amused eyes bore down at her. A smirk played at his lips, stretching the purple war paint across his face. The paint across his lips was smudged and patchy, streaking further down his chin and cheekbones. His brown locks were mussed from the way she tugged off the hood haphazardly.
The knowledge that she had left the man looking like that only made her want to dive back in and see just how messy she could make the Kazekage’s advisor look.
“It’s not quite the title I like to hear falling from your lips. Not when we’re like this,” he admitted, his thumb running along her bottom lip. He hummed in contemplation softly. “We match.” He lifted his thumb up for her to see the purple paint staining his skin.
Her lips twitched into a pleased grin. She opened her mouth, prepared to tell him just where she’d like to see his paint covering her body when the soft, yet steady, voice of the male sitting in the corner of the room reached their ears.
“It’s a pretty color on you, my love.”
Heat spread across her cheeks. She had almost forgotten about him—though she wasn’t sure how. The puppet master’s fingers let go of her chin and fell back to her waist, lightly stroking the skin once again. She rested her hands on Kankurō’s shoulders and propped herself up on her tiptoes to look at the other man sitting behind them. His sharingan shone in the dark, taking in every movement the two made.
She frowned at the sight. “Don’t waste it on that.” She hated when he used the dōjutsu. But there he was, using what precious energy he had to memorize the way she looked tangled up with another man. As if he hadn’t woken up that morning coughing up blood. As if her enhanced hearing didn’t pick up on every labored breath he took.
Itachi hauled himself up from the chair and stalked around Kankurō to cup her cheek into the palm of his hand. His skin was cold, but it soothed the heat that had graced her cheeks. His red eyes flicked over her face slowly, as if the slow motion would further engrain the sight of her in his memory. He took in the blush on her skin, the dilation of her pupils, and the purple paint marring her swollen lips.
“It’s not a waste, Kurono.”
She swallowed thickly, pushing down the bubble of emotion threatening to burst out of her at the sincerity of his tone. He leaned down towards her, lightly pressing his lips to hers. His kiss was not filled with the passion and hunger that Kankurō’s was—his was careful, guiding her slowly into his own rhythm. Kankurō walked around her, not once losing his grip on her. His right hand slid down to her front, resting on her lower stomach. His fingertips rested just above the waistband of her shorts and he drummed them along the area absentmindedly. His other hand moved up along her spine and collected her red locks, brushing them over her shoulder and out of his way. His lips found their way down the back of her neck, as much as the high-collared shirt would allow. As Itachi stroked her cheeks with his fingers and coaxed her mouth open with his lips, Kankurō’s hands ran against her body to cup her clothed breast and slid underneath her waistband.
Each man touched her so differently from the other, igniting her senses as her mind and body tried to keep up with the vastly different sensations. Kurono arched into Kankurō’s touch as she tried to return Itachi’s kiss. And then the Uchiha’s hands slid down from her face and down her abdomen, catching the hemline of her shirt within his grip. She broke away from his kiss, taking deep breaths as she tried to wrap her mind around her circumstances.
Itachi’s steadying gaze met hers, a soft smile on his face. The sharingan slowly deactivated and she was met with his naturally dark eyes once again. His perfectly shaped eyebrows raised just slightly at her, looking for the permission he needed to continue.
“You didn’t need to ask,” she breathed out. She took a steadying breath before whispering, “of course, ‘Tachi.”
Kankurō’s thumb flicked over her nipple through her clothes. The bud hardened under his touch, and she arched even further into him. His thumb and forefinger felt around her breast slowly, and as he hummed quietly in her ear, they pinched around her nipple.
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41 notes - Posted June 13, 2022
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Happy Birthday, Kankurō
Summary: Just when everyone in his life, including Kankurō himself, forgot about his birthday, he gets a surprise visitor who is intent on making the most of his special day.
Author’s Note: this is insanely self-indulgent and I should apologize for it, but I won’t. For more information regarding my OC, read here.
Pairing: Kankurō/OC
Word Count: 4.8k
By the time that I found out about @sandsibweek I didn’t have enough time to write for all of the days, but I did everything that I could to write for my love's birthday. So here's my entry for Day 7: Birthday/Celebration.
Warnings: mild language, slightly pervy Kankurō, lots of fluff that I didn't intend when I started writing this, terrible father Rasa
After months spent in meetings with the village elders as they argued over who should be the next Kazekage, when it was so damn obvious to anyone with a brain, left Kankurō wanting to shut himself in his workshop alone for the rest of the night. He swore that if he had to hear one more person question Gaara’s validity to take the role one more time, he was going to lose his mind. As if they weren’t the ones who had decided to place Shukaku into his little brother. As if they weren’t the ones who allowed his father to alienate him from the rest of them. As if they hadn’t treated him like a monster. As if he hadn’t—
Kankurō shook his head, forcing the thought away before it could take root. But he couldn’t deny his own role in Gaara’s isolation and ostracization. He was just as guilty as the elders—if not more so, considering he was his little brother. He could’ve told his father to shove it and stuck close to his brother. He could’ve helped him. If Naruto Uzumaki, a complete stranger from a village that they were trying to invade, could’ve gotten through to Gaara, then he could’ve done so a long time ago. But he didn’t, and now he was left trying to make up for over a decade of keeping his brother at arm’s length so that he wouldn’t end up dead by his hand.
Which was probably why he had found himself becoming one of his biggest supporters when he decided that he wanted to fill the hole that their father’s death had left. Better Gaara than him. Better the one who hadn’t abandoned his sibling when he needed it the most. How was he supposed to run a damned village when he couldn’t even stand up to his father? No, Gaara would be the best fit. And it’s what he wanted. Kankurō wasn’t sure if he’d be able to keep his mouth shut during Kage summits anyways. He was better off in the intelligence division anyways. Let him be the grunt that protected his village and his Kazekage—let him protect his brother in the way he hadn’t when they were children.
He ran a finger along the top of his workbench, mentally going over the different parts that he would need to fix Crow. He had gotten distracted during his last mission, sloppy even. One of his arms was bent at an odd angle and wouldn’t respond as normal to his chakra.
His gaze fell onto the origami Kankurō sitting on the corner of his workbench. The pieces of papers had been folded with care, each detail of his own face staring back at him so clearly. Even if his own hair had been replaced with what appeared to be tentacles, spiraling out from his scalp. A small smile appeared on his face as he recounted the events leading to the Amegakure villager handing her art to him.
“It seems odd that you’ve already met the woman who raised me and I don’t even know what you look like under that hood and war paint.” The redhead said, her hip popping out to the side as her lips formed into a delicate pout.
He had just met the blue-haired woman, likely only over a decade older than the girl she had raised, even though they had just met only days before. The woman, whom she had introduced as Konan, stood with the girl’s teammates, peering over the railing as they watched some creep from Konoha with bugs crawling out of his skin battle one of Orochimaru’s pawns.
“Eh?” Kankurō blinked, looking down at her. “Why do you care what is under the hood?” Sure, women had tried teasing the hood off of his head before, but when he challenged them on it, they would normally begin musing about how they believed he’d look like his father. And the thought delighted them. They wanted him to look like their Kazekage—to look like the man they thought was honorable and good. He never gave them the satisfaction of knowing that their musings were right—except for their impression of who his father was.
“I don’t know,” she responded after a moment with a shrug. “Is it scary? Is it even hair?”
“Of course, it’s hair!” he frowned, pushing off the wall so that his body faced hers. That was a first. “What the hell else would it be?”
“Tentacles” Kurono decided with a firm nod. “Or spikes, maybe even a fin?”
“Tentacles?” Kankurō barked out a laugh. “You actually believe that instead of hair, I have tentacles growing from my head?”
“Anything could happen, Kitty.”
“What would that even look like?” he mused. Either this girl had seen some messed-up shit in her time, or she had an incredible imagination.
She grinned and stuck her hand out. Her brows knit together in concentration and slips of paper shot out of the pouch on the outside of her thigh, flying into her hand and folding in on themselves until all that was left was a paper rendition of Kankurō’s head. The only difference in her muse and her creation was that his hood was gone and where hair should be, tentacles shot out in every direction. She smiled at it, clearly pleased with herself, before handing it to him.
“This is the weirdest gift anyone has ever given me,” he admitted, staring down at it. Despite his words, he grinned down at the sheets of paper and his eyes shone down at his likeness. The rendering was exact to the smallest detail, even the slight indentions that represented his face paint were perfectly placed. It was the weirdest, yet most thoughtful gift he had ever been given.
Kankurō tilted his head to the side as he stared at it. He remembered putting the paper sculpture on his nightstand just a month before, and he hadn’t touched it since. He had looked at the rendering almost every day for the last ten months, and he knew that the original was made out of white paper, not this gray shade staring back at him. His head snapped up, dark eyes flickering around his bedroom when he saw movement and a splash of red from the corner of his eye.
He flexed his fingers, conjuring his chakra strings and letting them spill out across the room. “Just one question,” he started, turning slowly as he looked towards his bed, his strings snaking around the furniture and circling around a thin wrist, “what the hell are you doing in Suna?” He curled his finger, yanking the chakra string back towards him.
The string grew taut with the effort and a tanned arm came shooting out from behind the bed. A familiar yelp sounded out from the area before the owner of the voice jumped up from her hiding spot. Her strands of red hair splayed out around her with the motion. She rubbed the back of her neck, her eyes tightly shut as her lips were split into an apologetic smile.
“I asked you a question, you know.”
Her hand froze and her eyes slowly opened. Sparkling amber eyes slowly flicked over his body, taking in whatever differences she could see had transpired in his appearance since the chunin exams. He took the moment of her appraisal to look her over himself.
Not that she had changed too much. Same height, even though he had grown by five centimeters. Her forehead must have only reached his chest now. Her arm came back down to her side, her hand fitting onto the dip of her hip. Her middle finger rested lightly on her bare stomach, just to the side of her belly button. Her outfit had changed since the chunin exams, the black dress that had only covered the right side of her body was gone and replaced by a sleeveless, mesh turtle neck, covered by a gray vest that could hardly be considered an actual covering. White wrappings decorated her right thigh, right underneath the pouch she kept her slips of paper in. She wore the same shinobi-standard shoes, yet they were thigh high and had an inch of fishnets peeking out above them. Her hitai-ate was affixed around her bicep. Her sword was nowhere in sight, but he was sure she likely had stored it in a scroll—that weapon had been a deadly extension of her arm during the chunin exams and there was no way she had stopped using it.
She straightened up under his scrutiny, the movement making her chest stick out even more than they did when she was relaxed. His gaze stayed on the area, marking the way they heaved with her sigh.
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51 notes - Posted May 15, 2022
#3
My Naruto OC
@justmyownreality you said that you wanted "All of it" and "all of it" was too big to fit in your inbox.
Seriously, you may regret this. I started watching Naruto when I was 7...I created Kurono when I was 10. She's the most fleshed out character I've ever created in my life, and I also write novels. When I first created her, she was going to end up with Kiba and then I fell in love with Itachi and she was with him. But then I started to actually appreciate Kankuro and she...developed into something else, which is putting it mildly. This is long and I warned you that it was going to be a lot.
I used the same character creator you used from piccrew for her!
Warning: Kurono is a little messed up. I live for angst. She's been through a lot and has been a bit violent.
So Kurono is Nagato's little sister. She was a baby when their parents died so she doesn't remember them or their deaths. She ended up being raised by Yahiko, Nagato, and Konan, which considering the fact that they all needed a real adult and therapy means that she was bound to have some issues. Between the teens being busy with the Akatsuki and the villagers, she ended up becoming jealous and impatient with them. She convinced Konan to take her with her to help the orphans of Amegakure and she met her future genin team (my other OCs Daiki and Mamorou, who happen to be twins, but their bios are for a different day). When Yahiko died and Nagato merged with the Gedo Statue, Kurono was a bit of a mess and convinced Konan to let the twins move in with them.
When the Akatsuki grew and became the group that we all know and love, Pain had the various members train her. Kakuzu downright said "no" until she snuck in and organized the mission requests they got and he decided to take her on as his silent assistant (one he wouldn't pay). She was incompetent when it came to puppet mastery (her own team ended up smacked around a few times), though Sasori was able to teach her medical ninjutsu and she's freakishly strong because of it. Kisame taught her how to use a sword and was the one who gave her her weapon. Konan taught her how to use her paper ninjutsu and it's her jutsu of choice. She's terrible with genjutsu and is very susceptible to it. She summons a wolf named Reiko. Orochimaru experimented on her quite a lot and with the help of Sasori, some of Shukaku was implanted into her. When she falls asleep, the pseudo-jinchuriki side of her takes over and she blacks out entirely and performance extreme acts of violence, which comes to head during her time at the Academy when she ends up killing her entire class, except for the twins. This happened on the day that Itachi joined the Akatsuki, and she became attached to him very quickly. Pain and Konan hid Kurono's role in the deaths of the citizens, but Amegakure doesn't quite trust her (which is fair).
When the chunin exams come, Pain sends Kurono and the twins to the exams to get an update on how Naruto is progressing, not even knowing that Gaara is Shukaku's host. She meets Kankuro there and they immediately start flirting with each other. She ends up musing what he looks like under the paint and hood and calls him "Kitty" because of the cat ears on the hood (he calls her "Red" because of her hair). She jokingly asks if he has tentacles underneath the hood and makes him an origami version of what she thinks he would look like with said tentacles, which he ends up keeping.
After the chunin exams, she ends up becoming a full-fledged member of the Akatsuki, but keeps that side of her life hidden from Kankuro, whom she continues to see over the years as she gathers intel on Gaara. In a long, very hard to explain and extremely detailed, series of events, Orochimaru's experimenting on her and my best friend's OC results in her developing a rinnegan. When the Akatsuki kills Gaara, she tries to stop the extraction of Shukaku, but isn't successful. Actually seeing Gaara die makes her rethink her involvement with the Akatsuki and she starts leaking information about the organization anonymously to Kankuro.
But when the twins die, she goes a bit mad with grief and (without giving you way too much more information than I already have) goes to Konoha to retrieve Daiki's body, effectively giving up her identity as a member of the Akatsuki. She stops sending Kankuro information and the only thing that gets her out of her grief and anger is Itachi. She starts leaking information to Suna once again, but during that time she falls in love with Itachi. She admits to him that she had been delaying the Akatsuki and leaking intel to Suna, and after awhile of getting to know her better and her walking in on him coughing up blood, he tells her everything and shortly after they start a relationship. And the big plan was for her to leave and get far away from the Shinobi world before he died and get completely away from the influence of the Akatsuki.
Unfortunately, they may be intelligent people, but they were useless virgins when they got together and she ends up getting pregnant not too long into their relationship. The pregnancy makes them want to speed up the process of her getting away from the Akatsuki, but without the time they needed to get her away, she decides to go to Suna and seeks asylum with them. After being interrogating for a hell of a long time by Kankuro and his intelligence team, they decide to keep her under close eye. Which leads to Kurono moving in with Kankuro (oh my god. They were roommates). At first, he's still dealing with how betrayed he felt by her being Akatsuki, but after hearing her whole story and seeing her genuinely try to help them, she sneaks her way into his heart again. Kankuro holds her hand while she gives birth, which is precious when you consider how much he doesn't actually like kids too much. But oh, he loves Kurono's daughter Mitsu. She also calls him "Kitty," like her mother does, and he's basically wrapped around her little finger. She looks a lot like Itachi, except her eyes which are Kurono's original amber-colored eyes.
It's a bit of slow-burn for Kurono and Kankuro, since she grieves Itachi's death and doesn't know how to process her feelings for Kankuro. In the middle of the war, Kankuro tells her that he has feelings for her and kisses her because he doesn't want to die regretting that he never told her. And she malfunctions a bit over it but she isn't able to fully process it.
After the war it's even more of a slow burn and takes a few years before she really realizes that she's in love with him and when she goes to tell him, he's going on a date with someone else. So she fakes a date with some random guy so he doesn't question why she's dressed up and gets drunk at a bar (Gaara agreed to watch Mitsu so Kurono could confess how she felt for his brother, which would be a great time to be a fly on the wall to watch that night of babysitting), not knowing that Kankuro was taking his date there after dinner. And he gets really pissed, thinking she was stood up, and leaves his date to take her back home. She sobers up while he's ranting about the asshole that wouldn't want to go out with her, and she ends up telling him that he was the date she was trying to go onto. But thankfully for her, he still had feelings for her and they finally get their shit together and start an actual relationship.
They're a mess, at times. It takes her awhile to realize that he isn't going to die on her. It takes him awhile to believe she could love him (hello, her ex was THE Itachi Uchiha, but she lets it slip once that Kankuro is the best sex she's ever had and it gets to his head). She gets jealous pretty easily when she thinks about the women in the village who have been with him before (completely ignoring the fact that she literally has a kid with another man). When she drinks, she gets insanely jealous and is prone to try to fight whatever girl has been checking Kankuro out, which he thinks is pretty hot because of how strong she is and he tends to egg it on at times. They don't discuss marriage until she keeps crying at Naruto and Hinata's wedding, and he suddenly realizes that she may want to get married. And then they get married very quickly and Mitsu asks Kankuro to adopt her (he cries later when he thinks he's alone, but Kurono catches him). He's very proud of his wife and he definitely refers to her as "wife" as much as he can.
Mitsu trains underneath him and becomes a puppet master. I also have it in my head that she becomes one of Shinki's advisors when he becomes the Kazekage and they're an unstoppable duo. Mitsu also has a major crush on Mirai and I love the angst of "the organization that your mother was a part of killed my father" to lovers.
But Kurono and Kankuro are very cute, and she gets very fired up, very easily when she feels like someone isn't treating him right. He is very soft for her and buys her things when he sees something and thinks of her.
This was so much and I actually apologize for it, but you told me to tell you all of it. So here it is....
59 notes - Posted May 6, 2022
#2
Naruto
Kurono Uzumaki (OC)
Introduction
Happy Birthday, Kankuro (OC x Kankuro, SFW)
Not Up to the Challenge, Red? (Itachi x OC x Kankuro, NSFW)
Kankuro:
Happy Birthday, Kankuro (OC x Kankuro, SFW)
What Does it Take to Smear that Pretty Lipstick of Yours? (Kankuro x Reader x Kiba, NSFW)
Long Day? (Kankuro x Reader, NSFW)
Not Up to the Challenge, Red? (Itachi x OC x Kankuro, NSFW)
Gaara:
To What Do I Owe the Pleasure? (Gaara x Reader, NSFW)
Ino:
You're so Pretty When You Do That (Ino x Reader, NSFW)
Kiba:
Something Distract You? (Kiba x Reader, NSFW)
What Does it Take to Smear that Pretty Lipstick of Yours? (Kankuro x Reader x Kiba, NSFW)
Iruka:
Why Do You Think I'm So Weak? (Iruka x Reader, NSFW)
Anko:
You Can Give Me Just One More, Can't You, Pretty Girl? (Anko x Reader, NSFW)
Genma:
Are You Done Yet? (Genma x Reader, NSFW)
Kakashi
Describe What You See (Kakashi x Reader, NSFW)
Suigetsu:
What is it About Your Imagination that is So Much Better? (Suigetsu x Reader, NSFW)
Itachi:
Not Up to the Challenge, Red? (Itachi x OC x Kankuro, NSFW)
Kisame:
You Really Want This? (Kisame x Reader, NSFW)
Deidara:
Do You Doubt My Abilities? (Deidara x Reader, NSFW)
Kakuzu:
You're Not Too Tired, Are You? (Kakuzu x Reader x Hidan, NSFW)
Is This What You Wanted, You Little Brat? (Kakuzu x Reader, NSFW)
Hidan:
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Kinktober 2021 Day 24 - Piercings with Kiba
Kinktober 2021 day 24 - Piercings
Fandom: Naruto
Kiba x female reader
Word Count: 1000+
Summary: You had never truly thought about how tempting a simple piece of jewelry could be. When this piece of metal causes great distraction, you find yourself giving over to temptation.
Content Warning: tongue piercing, over-the-clothes oral, short smut, doesn't even get to the good stuff to be honest
Author Notes: @justmyownreality was the only one who said anything about which kinktober piece I should share first, so here we are.
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Minors do not interact! This contains adult themes, read at your own risk.
It shouldn’t have been that enticing.
No, really, it shouldn’t have been.
But there was something about that silver stud peeking out from between his lips when he spoke that made your brain malfunction. Honestly, it wasn’t fair. But all you wanted was to find out what it would feel like to have that little metal piece of jewelry brush up against your lips.
It was stupid, really.
And then you couldn’t see the piercing any more. All you could see was that little fang poking out over his bottom lip. You blinked slowly as the trance was broken and dragged your gaze back up to his eyes. Dark eyes narrowed back at you. His head was tilted to the side as if he were waiting for you to respond to something he had said.
“Sorry,” you cleared your throat softly. “What did you say again?”
Kiba chuckled and shook his head at you. “Something distract you?”
“Just tired, I guess,” you said. An obvious lie. One that he would easily figure out, you were sure.
He only shrugged it off before repeating himself once again, “I’m heading over to Ichiraku, wanna come?”
It was such a simple word. Such a simple answer. You hadn’t truly thought that a simple utterance of “yes” would’ve led to your back being shoved into the back-alley wall of some building that you knew you should’ve paid more attention to. You were smart—smart enough to have known that the flirting that the two of you had done all throughout dinner would’ve led to this. But you had doubted yourself. Doubted that you would have actually been able to feel that cool metal pierced into his tongue brush in between the seam of your lips, demanding entrance into your mouth.
But here you were.
Your fingers threaded desperately into his hair. You found yourself incredibly grateful that he had ditched that hood all those years ago. Your mouth slid open easily for him, eagerly welcoming in that little piece of jewelry that had made you drop your defenses.
Kiba caged you in with one forearm braced against the wall beside your head. His thigh found its way in between your thighs, pressing just right against your clothed sex. His tongue brushed against your own, that cool metal sending shivers down your spine and drawing a deep moan from your throat. And then his lips were separating from yours, leaving you breathless and panting. You strained your neck up, trying to catch his lips once again, but he ducked his head away from your own and to your neck.
“‘Could smell you all night,” he mumbled against your skin. He whispered your name against the shell of your ear. “You were driving me crazy.” His tongue brushed against your ear, tracing its shape carefully. The little ball at the end of the barbell stroked at your skin, sending direct waves of pleasure to the apex of your thighs.
You clutched at his hair just as you began rocking your hips against him. The angle he had shoved his leg against you was just right to hit you in all the right ways. You knew Kiba—he was a tease—and he wouldn’t give you the satisfaction you wanted when you wanted it. So you would take it for yourself.
“Fucking hell,” he grunted out. “You’re like a bitch in heat.” He pulled back, just enough to be able to look you in the eyes. Just to see them flutter as you chased your release against him. “I know I shouldn’t question it,” and you could see it in his eyes—the way he truly didn’t want to question it—but even you had to admit this wasn’t normal behavior for you, “and it shouldn’t be too surprising that you would want me to fuck you like this, but what’s gotten into you?”
He brushed his lips with his tongue and your eyes narrowed in on that spot in answer. You just couldn’t stop yourself, couldn’t keep this new obsession of yours hidden from him. His eyebrows knit together and his canine poked out from between his lips. And then a moment passed before realization dawned on his face and he began to laugh…loudly.
And then that beautiful pressure against your clothed sex was gone.
“Kiba,” you whined, hands reaching out to grasp at him once again.
He grabbed you by the wrists and pinned your hands above your head, that damn laugh of his still falling from his pretty lips. “It’s the piercing, isn’t it?” he asked through bouts of laughter. “What? Since you saw it, all you can think about is it rubbing against you, is that it?”
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Day 6: Hair-pulling
At Wit's End
Pairing: Gaara of the Sand x Reader
Genre: Oneshot, smut, kinktober prompt
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: afab!reader, oral sex (female receiving), hair pulling (male receiving), little bit of dirty talk, Gaara is a bit of a dom in this ngl, vaginal fingering, lots of teasing, there's a little bit of fluff at the end
A/N: Man I love Gaara, like so much. This prompt was a prompt I was looking forward to and I'm sorry its so short but the ending just felt right. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy~
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The flat press of his tongue against your folds had you letting out a noise that was a mixture of a gasp and squeak. The next swipe of his tongue placed a good amount of pressure against your vulnerable clit and you bit your bottom lip to help smother the noise. The young Kazekage had your legs pushed up against your chest, his hands pressed against your knees, while he gave the entirety of his attention to your weeping sex. You smoothed his fiery locks against the back of his head, but the more involved his tongue became the stronger your grip on his hair.
“You’re twitching so much,” his gruff voice and hot breath fanned over your flesh and made you shiver. “But we just started.”
“Don’t tease.”
“Hm.” He brought one of his deft fingers down to rub around your wet entrance. “I’ll think about it.”
Gaara began to rub his thumb against your sensitive bud and lap at your opening. His attentions were too light, only enough to stimulate you but not enough to bring you to that blissful edge. He pressed his thumb down on your clit, roughly, and you gasped and pulled on his spiked strands. It was a sharp tug, only for a moment, but it was enough to get that sharp hiss of breath from him that you loved so much. The former jinchuriki began to move his thumb quickly, keeping that same rough pressure, and focused on worming his tongue’s way inside of you.
“Mmm.” You bit your bottom lip and curled your free leg overtop of his pale shoulder. He moved his tongue slowly, torturously, as he dragged it against your sensitive walls. Rarely did he lose his patience, especially when it came to these sorts of things. The young Kazekage loved nothing more than to tease, to give pleasure but only to the extent he allowed. All in order to see your reactions, but his favorite was when you pulled on his soft strands.
The first time was an instinctual reaction, a sharp tug to try and ground yourself during your orgasmic high, but his response to it had been more surprising. A gasp with wide sea-foam greens, an involuntary buck of his hips, and a tremble down his spine were not a reaction you had expected but definitely one you savored. From then on, when given the opportunity, you’d make sure to pull at his hair at some point during your trysts. Gaara was the one who told you how he preferred it when it was a response to his actions, and you were never one to deny him.
His tongue curled against your vaginal walls, and you let out a weak moan. That devious muscle could play you like a fiddle. The way he knew how to work you, how to get the most out of you and yet chose to keep you on that ledge drove you insane. “G-Gaara, please,” you whined, your fingers gripping his strands tightly. You tugged again, attempting to spur him to go faster, but his self-control was too great. He continued his languid thrusting, his lazy manipulation of your turgid bud. You whined, your hips trying to move against his face in attempts to reach your release faster, but he moved his grip down from your knee to your pubic bone and pressed down on your center, thwarting your plans.
Against your wishes, he removed his tongue from inside of you, as well as his fingers, and you groaned in frustration. “So impatient,” he muttered. He sounded so gruff and raspy, and when you looked down at him you could see the telltale sheen of slick against his lips and chin. You wanted to pull him right back to your center by his hair. That’s exactly what he wants, you thought as you watched him tap his fingers against your skin gently. “What are you so eager for?”
He swirled one finger around your sopping entrance before gently pushing it inside and pumping it languidly. You tugged on his hair in response, groaning at the minute amount of relief and giving in to your baser need to have his mouth on you again. The quiet moan that left him at your pull made you tug on it again. “I’m always eager for more of you,” you muttered, to which he chuckled.
Giving into your needs, but only a little, he began to lap at your clit while he added a second finger, the pace only a bit faster than before. You needed so much more, the pleasure and teasing had created a knot in your stomach that was begging for release. Without thinking, you pulled at his strands again and tried to buck your hips. The hair pulling made him close his eyes for a moment and groan into your sex. He paused his ministrations briefly before starting them again, scissoring you and licking your bud with random zigzag patterns, and it could have just been your wishful thinking, but you thought, or rather hoped, that he had gotten just a bit quicker.
You moaned, your back arching as he added a third finger. That damned teasing pace continued. You were almost at your wits end—he hadn’t teased you for that long before! With three of his pale fingers moving so lazily inside you and his tongue seemingly practicing shapes against your overly sensitive clit you could hardly feel the tears beginning to well in your eyes. Truly, this was madness. Your legs twitched, both now locked behind his shoulders in order to keep your teasing lover in place, your thighs trembled, and your hands shook as they kept their ever-tightening grip on his hair.
“You’re clenching my fingers rather roughly,” he grumbled into your soaked flesh. “Do you need something?”
You swore you’d never felt so aggravated with the man in your life.
With the last remnants of your sanity, you let go of his hair and that made him pause. He looked up at you, those heated eyes of his seemingly questioning if he’d gone too far and if you were alright, his hand at your pubic bone removing itself to hold your trembling thigh gently. But your response came slowly, as you carded your fingers through those messy locks, scratching his scalp lightly as you went. His eyes closed again, and a soft breath left his lips and blew against your aching sex. Gaara resumed his movements, his frustratingly slow movements, and you gathered as much of his hair as you could from the back of his head.
You kept your legs locked behind him, made sure you had a satisfactory amount of hair, and waited. The quiet schlicks, the wet sound of his tongue moving against your throbbing clit, and your quiet pants were drowned out by the sound of blood rushing in your ears. Maybe he sensed something was coming, or maybe not, but all the same he seemed to pick up the pace by a noticeable amount. It was too late, as wonderful as it felt to finally have a bit more of that heavenly friction that you’d been seeking, you weren’t going to let him continue to tease you. You were tired of the edge, you wanted to fall off.
On the next curl of his fingers, you pulled at his hair, hard. Harder than you’d ever done before, and you pressed your heels into his back to get him as close as you physically could. You were sure the pulling had hurt, but he only let out a loud gasp in surprise, a very similar sound to the first time you’d pulled at his locks. And it worked, that incredible patience finally seemed to snap as you kept your tight grip and he began to devour you like a man starved.
A loud moan left you, your back arching above the bed. He let you roll your hips against his mouth and fingers at the erratic pace you had so desperately been waiting for. “Nnnn, Gaara.” You squeezed your eyes shut and felt the very beginnings of that release you so desperately needed. His tongue licked your clit rapidly, his three fingers thrusting so hard and deep inside of you that you were sure to be sore later. “Yesss, coming!”
With only a few more bucks of your hips, laps of his tongue, and thrusts of his fingers you were coming undone. To the best of your ability, you tried to keep that strong hold on his hair, knowing that was what he needed the most. He moaned as he felt your walls flutter around his fingers and your clit throb against his tongue. Gaara lifted his head just a bit, just enough to watch your face and body contort as you lost your grip on his head. Your legs fell from around his shoulders, and he held them open.
He sat up, watching you closely as you basked in the blissful feeling of release after being pent up for so long. His hair was a disaster, some red strands having been pulled off remained in your hands. His chin was soaked with the evidence of your desire and his eyes told you everything you needed to know. That heated gaze, those gorgeous orbs, told you that the two of you were far from finished. So, you gave him as best a wink you could in your state.
Gaara let out a puff of breath at your sloppy wink and crawled further up your form until he was right above your face. “You drive me to my wit’s end,” he muttered before placing a soft kiss on your temple. You loved the small smile that had found its way to his lips.
“I can say the same about you.”
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Day 5: Aphrodisiacs
Venom
Pairing: Shino Aburame x Readee
Genre: Gift, smut, kinktober prompt
Word Count: 3.2k
Warnings: afab!reader, vaginal sex, aphrodisiacs, no refractory period, dirty talk, lots of sweat, Shino canonically has one of the biggest dicks in Naruto and that's a fact, missionary, doggy, venom as aphrodisiac, unprotected sex, marathon sex, multiple creampies, Aburame's have golden eyes change my mind
A/N: This is dedicated to the wonderful @justmyownreality. She's awesome and so is Shino and he deserves more fanfictions and she deserves all the love~ This was fun, I hope I was able to do Shino justice and I hope you all enjoy!
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You huffed as you pushed another oversized leaf out of your face. It was hot, you were sticky with sweat and growing more uncomfortable by the second—it didn’t help that your mission partner was not only completely oblivious, but he seemed relatively unbothered by the environment despite wearing a long sleeved, black shirt and bright orange pants. Not to mention the two of you had yet to even see the criminal you were sent out there to get in the first place. A cold shower, your AC unit, and your handsome boyfriend were all you wanted to think about.
“Oi, Naruto, slow down. We won’t be able to find him if we’re speeding through here.”
“Its fine, its fine, ya know. If we go faster, we’ll find him faster.”
“No, I don’t think that’s how—”
“There he is! Hey, you! Stop right there!”
“Ah, Naruto wait a minute!”
The chase didn’t take very long, despite Naruto doing his own thing, as he always did. You stood beside the unconscious, and tied up, man as you waited for the rest of the team that Naruto went to notify. “Damn mosquitos,” you muttered as your hand shooed another away from your skin before it could land. “Uhg, I hate this place.”
Another couple of bugs tried to get to you and you swatted them away, trying your best not to kill them. “Why don’t you go after the unconscious guy instead?”
“Oi,” Naruto called your name as he approached. “Let’s go, we’re gathering over there.”
“I’m more than ready.” As you turned to start heading toward the meeting area, you felt that telltale pinch of a bug bite and sighed in exasperation as you turned to swat the mosquito away. When you saw it, you paused. It didn’t look like a mosquito. It was large and long, brown with red stripes along its carapace, and you stared at it in shock as it continued to bite you.
“Ah!” Naruto yelled and squashed the bug against your skin. Bug guts and blood splattered on your flesh as the blonde looked at you incredulously. “What the hell was that, are you okay?”
“I think so?” You wiped away the guts and squashed carcass to check on the bug bite. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, it seemed like a typical mosquito bite, so you shrugged and nodded. “Let’s just go meet up with everyone.”
A few days later found you laying underneath your home fan, still sweltering despite having arrived back the day before. The Sixth had given your team a few days off to rest, and you gladly accepted hoping to relax and unwind while you could, but how were you supposed to do that when you were still so hot? You felt warm all over, sweating and flushed from head to toe. You’d never before felt so gross in your life.
You styled your hair to be as far from your neck as possible, you felt less nauseated when cold air brushed against your nape. Along with the intense heat was an incredible thirst that no amount of water, milk, soda, or juice could quench. Never before had you felt so miserable. All you could think to do before was soak yourself in as cold of a bath as you possible could, but as you laid there having only experienced a small amount of temporary relief, you noticed how inflamed your most recent bug bite had gotten. “Maybe I should go to the hospital after all,” you muttered to yourself.
Redressing was taxing, the clothes felt sweltering, despite their shortness in nature, and clung to your skin from the sweat. After you clipped your hair out of the way, opting for flipflops over your normal sandals, you grabbed your essentials and headed out the door. You began to make your way to the hospital, the hot sun not helping you as it beat against your exposed skin. But how could you not expose so much skin? If you wore even more, or thicker clothes, you were sure you would’ve died of heat stroke.
Before you could enter the large white building, you caught sight of a certain dark-haired, sun-glassed shinobi and paused. Your heart beat against your chest, and it wasn’t due to the sweltering heat that time. In fact, you almost thought it made the heat worse. The Aburame would surely know about bug bites, right? Surely, they had all sorts of antivenom; there was no need to go to the hospital when you could just ask the heir to one of the most knowledgeable clans in Konoha, right? It definitely didn’t have anything to do with him being your boyfriend or anything, definitely not.
The two of you had begun your relationship about six months ago. It had been going well, but recently a tension had grown that the two of you had yet to approach. Whenever you both were alone together it was palpable, you hadn’t even been able to give him a light peck on the lips without feeling tingly from your head to your toes. You really wanted to take things to the next level, but were unsure about how to bring it up, or even initiate it.
With a shiver and a large amount of determination you began to follow after your tall boyfriend. Man, he was so tall, and so attractive. That spiked long hair, you liked it better long like that and really wanted to run your hands through it again, to tug on it as you rode those full, plush, lips and— “Shino!”
He paused his stride and looked down at you as you approached. Gosh, he was so handsome. “Oh,” he started in that deep baritone that made the base of your neck tingle and brought goosebumps to your flesh. Your name left his lips and you practically melted into goo. “Is everything alright? The reason for my question being, you look flushed and—” he cut himself off, you watched as his adam’s apple bobbed with his swallow. “And uncomfortable.”
“Actually, that’s part of why I’m here. I need your help.”
“My help?” His defined brows furrowed.
“Yeah, I think this bug bite is making me sick.” You showed him the inflamed bump on your arm.
“I see, do you know what type of insect it was?”
“Well, no not really.” You fidgeted as you began to grow more and more uncomfortable. That thirst became your greatest enemy, your throat felt dry and it made you swallow continuously. There was that familiar tingling that had started in your lower belly, and you wanted nothing more than to get out of the sun’s rays.
“Come with me, the reason being I can better assess the situation with information at home.”
“Okay.” It was a struggle not to openly pant as you looked at him, your eyes glazing over as your thoughts drifted to imagine what he looked underneath all of those clothing layers. “Let’s do that then.”
The walk to the Aburame estate felt incredibly long. Though Shino was excellent company, his proximity only seemed to increase your dilemma. Every few steps or so, your arms would brush against each other and you almost groaned every time. It was almost like too much stimulation. And all of that coupled with the heat, the thirst, and tingling in your gut made for an excruciating experience. All you wanted was some relief, and at that point you didn’t really care what you had to do to get it. You needed. Needed it more than anything else.
Shino didn’t seem all too comfortable either and you couldn’t blame him. It would be a bit awkward to walk beside your significant other who was so obviously overheated, uncomfortable, and kept looking you up and down like you were a glass of water in a desert. You didn’t mean to make him uncomfortable, or to eat him alive with your eyes. When you were in the right headspace, you’d be sure to apologize profusely for your actions, probably even buy him some melon to make up for it.
The two of you entered the estate quietly and it seemed no one else was home. You could’ve been wrong, your senses as haywire as they were, but when Shino didn’t give any greetings or go anywhere but to his area of the home you figured you were, in fact, the only two in the house. “Would you like some tea?”
You stared at him for a bit before your brain finally registered what he asked. “Oh, sure, thank you.”
He told you to make yourself comfortable—you were in a drawing room of sorts it seemed—and you sat on the seat cushion provided as you waited for his return. You hated how you couldn’t stop squirming, you were a ninja, you’d survived the Fourth Great Ninja War, had succeeded on many missions, some were even solo missions, and here you were being brought down by a single bug bite.
“Here you go.”
“Thank you, Shino.” You took the tea and set it to the side for a moment, it was far too hot for you to attempt to drink in your current state.
“So, how did the insect that bit you appear?”
You began to tell him about the bug, how big it was, where it bit you, and where your mission was to give him a better idea of the insect population there. “And your symptoms?”
If you could be any more flushed, you would have been. It was a bit embarrassing to tell the object of your affections how overheated you were, how thirsty you were, and how wet you were. You decided it’d be better to tell him the first two and leave the last bit out of your explanation. “I’ve been overheated since I got back, and so thirsty but no matter how much I drink I don’t feel better.”
“Is that all?” He leaned in closer to you from across the table, you looked away from his shaded gaze but not before catching a glimpse of those golden orbs. The intensity took your breath away. “The reason being, the Diptera you have described, their venom, causes more symptoms.”
You finally took a sip of the tea he had offered; it was refreshing. Mint probably. It suited him well. You looked anywhere but at him as you placed the cup back down and shook your head, feigning nonchalance as best as you could in your current state. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Heightened arousal,” he stood and walked around the small table toward you. The man towered over your sitting form, and then even as he bent to kneel over you, he remained quite a bit above you. You shivered and leaned back while looking away. “I don’t believe you. The reasons being, your dilated pupils,” his hand pressed against the floor behind you beside your head. Shino had you practically pinned to the floor. He was so close you could feel his body heat against your already overly warm flesh, you almost whimpered. “The hitching of your breath, the distinctive squirming, and the hungry way your eyes devour me. You desire me.”
Even if you hadn’t before you certainly did then. You shivered, keeping your eyes away from his as you continued the same squirming he’d called you out on. You almost gave in to the need to breathe through your mouth, to pant like an animal in heat, but you didn’t and tried your best to keep your wits about you. “The insect you encountered, has a distinctive venom that worsens as it continues to circulate in your blood stream.”
He removed his glasses, and you took a peek at his honeyed eyes and bit your bottom lip. They were heated, like liquid gold as they stared you down. The Aburame inched closer, his breath fanning over your ear as he began to whisper directly to it. The low rumble of his voice broke you, and you let out a gasp as he whispered to you. “Its venom acts like an aphrodisiac in humans, with only one way to satisfy it.”
“W-What way is that?”
The young heir remained silent for a moment, his hot breath made you feel dizzy. As you squeezed your thighs together for friction, you felt just how wet you were and how badly you wanted the insect specialist. “It has to be worked out. Thoroughly.”
He may not have said it, but the implications made your insides clench. Shino seemed to hesitate for a moment, backing up only a bit so he could look you in the eyes. “Are you willing to—” again he paused, it seemed like he may have some nerves of his own despite the confident bravado. “Are you willing to allow me to treat you?”
“Yes,” you squeaked, your tongue slipping out to lick your dry lips and try to clear your throat. The sound of your voice was raspy, desperate, “Please, please, yes.���
Shino visibly shivered.
The next few seconds were a messy blur of lips, tongue, and teeth. He tasted like mint, like the tea. His large hands shook as they roamed over your sweat soaked skin and pushed your flimsy shirt up toward your neck and exposed your breasts to his greedy fingers and lips. Both of Shino’s hands, warm and calloused from years of training, enveloped and kneaded your chest in a rough manner. After breaking the kiss his tongue licked a stripe down your neck and if you had the mental capacity, you would have been embarrassed by the sweat; but you didn’t, you were too far gone.
He licked his way down, avoiding the crumpled material of your shirt, and lapped at the flesh of your breasts, he took a softened peak between his lips and sucked hard. You moaned, your hands reaching out and tugging at his outer jacket. The Aburame heir shrugged out of the coat, his lips still focusing on your pebbled bud, and he threw the material somewhere off to the side. His teeth scrapped against your nipple before he roughly bit into the underside of your breast, and you cried out. When you started to tug at his vest he pulled back from your skin and began to speak once again.
“Your skin tastes so sweet.” He took his vest off and began to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. His voice was deeper, much deeper, his own skin flushed, and his eyes were drowning in lust, he seemed close to panting. “The reason being the venom turns your own body fluids into a similar aphrodisiac.”
With that he licked another stripe over your breast, his deft fingers pushed his pants past his hips, and with a matched eagerness you pulled your own shorts and underwear off. You lifted your hips to aide in the removal of your clothing and as they came up, they came in contact with an absurdly large, hard, and throbbing piece of flesh. “Shino you—” you cut yourself off as you looked down to his member and you felt like your eyes were about to pop out of your head. “Huge,” you muttered.
The insect user looked to the side, somehow still embarrassed despite the situation, before his lust won out and he pressed that monstrous erection between your slicked folds. You immediately moaned, both in relief and pleasure, and you laid your head back to keep your hips up and moving against his. “So wet,” he panted, his heavy tip bumping against your clit as he rubbed against you. He kept rubbing, and groaning in that delicious tone of his, and you kept shifting your hips and begging for him to put it in.
“Shino, please I can’t—” your breathing hitched and your thighs began to tremble as you struggled not to climax from the pressure of his member rubbing against your throbbing clit. “Please, please, put it in. I need you so bad.”
You felt his erection throb against you, and again he shivered. He pressed his face between your breasts as he nodded and brought a hand down to guide himself inside. His fingers poked at your entrance to make sure he was positioned correctly before pressing the head inside. It was a burning stretch, the lack of preparation adding to the discomfort as he spread you impossibly wide. A hiss left your throat and you had to shift your hips to adjust, and he sunk in deeper. “Nnnh,” you closed your eyes.
It hurt, but it felt so good all the same. His face was tense with concentration, his jaw locked and teeth grinding as he did his best to not push in all at once. The Aburame pushed in deeper, and you whined in both impatience and pleasure. You panted and wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed him further in. As he bottomed out, both of your mouths fell open with a sharp gasp.
His hands shook as they held your hips, and you clawed at his back with your nails, trying to find your bearings and get him to scratch the itch that was driving you insane. Shino seemed to be struggling just the same, his body wracked with shivers and fingers twitching against your flesh, his golden irises were shut off from the world, tightly, as he breathed shaky breaths. You squirmed a bit to try and relieve the pressure and heard his breath hitch. Unconsciously, or at least you assumed unconsciously, his hips began to buck against you.
It felt instinctual, the way his hips moved against yours and the way yours moved back. Your throat felt scratchy, your lower belly felt tight as the pleasure built. The friction from his thrusts scratched the itch you had been so desperate to relieve since the damned bug bite. “S-Shino,” you moaned, your nails blazed a trail down his back and your toes curled as you reached your first peak, the Aburame heir followed you to your heaven shortly. But it still wasn’t enough.
The two of you kept going, only pausing for a brief moment to confirm the mutual need to continue. He felt so good, the perfect angle, the perfect size; when you both changed positions, you were on your hands and knees as he took you from behind, and he reached parts of you that you hadn’t realized could be reached. Shino’s voice spurred you on and he knew it. He made sure to lean down and moan, grunt, groan, and gasp right into your ear. He came before you the second time, but even then, neither of you wanted to stop.
It was incredible, it was exhausting, it continued until late into the evening. You estimated that you’d both stopped somewhere around the sixth time. The both of you collapsed, the overwhelming thirst and heat finally satiated, and you felt completely spent. There was a giddiness that began to spread through your chest and you couldn’t help but smile at the tired look on your boyfriend’s normally passive face. He was covered in sweat, as were you, but his soft ambers didn’t leave your form. “We should clean up,” he began, his own voice gruff with overuse and an increasing amount of sleepiness. “The reason being—"
“We’re gross,” you interrupted, voice nothing more than a hoarse rasp.
“Yes.” Shino pushed some hair back from your face. “Are you feeling better?"
“I don’t know,” you teased. “We may have to go one more round for me to know for sure.” “Anything for your treatment.”
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Kinktober 2022 Masterlist
The Kinktober Prompt list I'm using can be found here. And the hentai manga for the art of the banner can be found here.
Inconsistent updates and some prompts or characters may change
Day 1: Praise & Lipstick || Obito Uchiha
Day 2: Mutual Masturbation || Gaara of the Sand
Day 3: Touchless Orgasm || Kakashi Hatake
Day 4: Dominance/Submission || Madara Uchiha & Obito Uchiha
Day 5: Aphrodisiacs || Shino Aburame (For @justmyownreality)
Day 6: Hair-pulling || Gaara of the Sand
Day 7: Face-fucking & A/B/O || Kakashi Hatake
Day 8: Blindfolds & Loud || Orochimaru (Naruto Series) (For @sneetsnoot)
Day 9: Spitting & Outdoors || Hashirama Senju
Day 10: Wet Dreams & Spreader Bars || Sasori of the Red Sand
Day 11: Dry Humping || Dedue Molinaro x Byleth Eisner (For @skydaddy01)
Day 12: Phone Sex || Itachi Uchiha (For @hashira-mal)
Day 13: Finger Sucking & Monster Fucking || Tobirama Senju
Day 14: Size Difference || Dimitri Blaiddyd x Byleth Eisner
Day 15: Recording || Hidan (Naruto Series) & Kakazu (Naruto Series)
Day 16: Overstimulation & Teacher/Student || Dimitri Blaiddyd x Byleth Eisner
Day 17: Mirrors & Bladder Control || Sylvain Gautier x Byleth Eisner
Day 18: Ice Cubes & Fellatio || Neji Hyuga
Day 19: Forced Orgasm & Transformation || Seteth x Byleth Eisner
Day 20: Glory Hole || Sylvain Gautier x Byleth Eisner
Day 21: Fingering & Blood || Dimitri Blaiddyd x Byleth Eisner
Day 22: Pantyhose, Creampie, & Orgasm Control || Kakashi Hatake & Obito Uchiha
Day 23: Spit-Roasting & Handcuffs || Hashirama Senju & Madara Uchiha
Day 24: Accidental Stimulation || Rock Lee
Day 25: Voice Kink & Gags || Madara Uchiha
Day 26: Discipline || Kankuro (Naruto Series) (For @therantingfangirl)
Day 27: Massages || Might Guy
Day 28: Breast Worship, Stranger Sex, & Cum Dumpster || Kankuro (Naruto Series) & Kiba Inuzuka (For @therantingfangirl and @justmyownreality)
Day 29: Lap Dance || Dimitri Blaiddyd x Byleth Eisner
Day 30: Humiliation & Pillow Talk || Madara Uchiha
Day 31: Free Day || Season 2 Preview
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Day 11: Dry Humping
Not Ideal
Pairing: Dedue Molinaro x Byleth Eisner
Genre: Request, smut, kinktober prompt
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: F!Byleth, dry humping, some dirty thoughts, food is burnt
A/N: This was requested by @skydaddy01. They love Dedue so much and they're great so I had to oblige. Hope you enjoy!
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“This is,” the tanned man paused, and his white brows furrowed. “Not the ideal time for this, Professor.”
“It’ll be alright,” she told him, positioning herself on his thigh. “Besides, we’ve got nothing better to do while we wait for dinner to finish.”
The Duscun man glanced around quietly, his large hands finding their place on her hips naturally. When he didn’t see any other former students or soldiers, he could feel himself begin to give in. A small sigh escaped him as he nodded his assent, and the former mercenary gave him a small smile before leaning forward and kissing him softly.
Her lips were soft and moved against his like silk, he could feel the part of his mind that told him he was unworthy of her begin to awake once more, but he suppressed it. He prioritized giving her a good time over his own feelings of insufficiency. Dedue brought one of his hands up and placed it against the back of her head, running it gently through her lightened locks. Byleth was beautiful, both before she was goddess touched and after.
The army commander’s arms wrapped around his neck, and she ran her fingers through the shortened hair thoughtfully. She hummed against his lips, her own opening in order to entice his tongue. He couldn’t help but oblige. Their tongues met, hers more incessant and his slower. He wondered what had her in such a hurry, but decided he’d match her enthusiasm.
Dedue rubbed his thumbs against her exposed back. She tilted her head to the side and deepened the kiss, and he could feel himself grow more excited. His other fingers played with the waistband of her shorts in a teasing manner, and he began to move her up and down along his thigh. The former professor made a small noise against his lips, and he felt the tingle at the base of his skull.
He wanted more. Dedue, normally, really only appreciated his large stature for battle purposes but when she fit so perfectly against him, so small and pliable in his warm hands encompassing the expanse of her abdomen, he couldn’t help but appreciate it that much more. With those oversized hands, calloused from years of using an axe, he gripped her hips with more force and began to rub her against the fat of his thigh. The loyal vassal could feel the heat of her sex through both her shorts and his trousers and he tightened his jaw as he pulled away.
She placed her hands against his shoulders, her mouth opening minimally as she began to ride his thigh with his manual guidance. Her breathing picked up, her precious brow furrowed in pleasure as she thrust herself against him. His body tingled, his member rising as he watched her chase her high against him. He loved her slight changes in her breathing, the rise and fall of her breasts, the slight flush across her cheeks and the tips of her ears, as she ground herself fully on his thigh.
Dedue’s eyes widened when he began to feel her wetness soak through their clothes. His jaw almost fell at the thought. Was she that turned on? Had he made her that desperate? He leaned toward her, hunching himself slightly, and licked a stripe across her lips before pressing sloppy kisses against her pale neck. He wanted nothing more than to thrust up into her, feel her familiar heat wrapped around him, and to paint her inner walls white. Before he did any of that, he’d let her reach her peak against him. “I like it when you use me like this,” he whispered against her skin.
Byleth moaned softly, moving her hands up and down against his chest. She was squirming, pressing her sex harder and harder against his leg with every thrust. He moved her, manipulating her body to match the pace of his leg, which he pressed up and into her to help her along. The tanned man nipped at her exposed cleavage and felt himself throb in desire. His trousers grew uncomfortable as they restrained him and he bit her flesh a bit harder than he intended.
“Dedue,” she grunted, her arms reaching up to wrap around his neck again and push him flush against her chest. “Harder.”
He shivered. How could he disobey his professor? His teeth ran along her flesh again and he bit the top of the soft globe, hard. She whimpered, her head flying back and her hips moving in fast succession. He knew she was close, could tell by the wet spot on his clothes and the erratic movements of her lower body. His grip squeezed her plump flesh, her own breathing picked up. Dedue sat back up to watch her face. “Go ahead, Byleth.”
She pressed her lips together tightly, her enticing green eyes closing. Her hips lost all sense of rhythm as she brought herself to the height of pleasure. “D-Dedue,” she breathed, and he groaned. He brought her down on his thigh, hard, and he felt it as she came. The excess fluids left her and dripped down through his clothes and soaked his naked flesh beneath. He cursed; his cock begged for that wet heat incessantly.
There was an obvious wet spot over his tip and the back of his mind chided him for all the laundry he’d have to do. His deft fingers began to pull at her waistband, determined to get inside of her, her own hands shaking and moving eagerly to undo the ties of his pants. He smiled, his experience telling him that she needed more to be satisfied and he was more than willing to give it. But before he could remove her shorts, before she could bring relief to his aching cock, they both heard footsteps begin to approach the dining hall.
Their eyes met as they prayed the person would walk past, that their true intentions were beyond their temporary haven. But much to their dismay, the light steps only grew closer and closer, as they began to enter the large room. Dedue bit back a groan, his own disappointment and agitation obvious in his frown, his lover seemed to be feeling the same as a small pout graced her typically emotionless lips. She removed herself from his lap, his member throbbed in protest. He felt the familiar ache of his balls and wanted nothing more than to push the goddess-touched woman against the counter and enter her from behind.
“Oh, Dedue, professor!” It was Flayn, her innocent smile wide as she watched them, unaware of what she had interrupted. “There you two are I—” she cut herself off as she sniffed the air, her head tilting to the side like a small dog. “Do you smell something burning?”
His eyes widened, Byleth’s mind seemed to go to the same place as his own. He jumped up from his seat while the former mercenary made a beeline for the stove. She lowered the heat, and he lifted the lid off the stew to check on its contents. It did, indeed, smell burnt, and he sighed as he realized it looked burnt. “I’ll take the blame,” his lover stated plainly. “I’ll help you hunt for more rations,” he paused. “And plant more vegetables.”
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Why did you skip over the madara kinktober prompt?? 🥲🥲🥲
Sorry if you were waiting on that one! It will get written eventually, but days 1, 2, and 5 were mostly written in advance. I am kind of going to skip around so that I can get as much done on time as possible but, as I am a college student that’s juggling a semi full time job and getting married this month it’s inevitable that some days will have to wait until later 😅
Again, don’t worry. All prompts will get done eventually, even if out of order. I promise 😉
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Day 2: Mutual Masturbation
Loving Lesson
Pairing: Gaara of the Sand x Reader
Genre: Oneshot, smut, kinktober prompt
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: afab!reader, mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, fapping, pretty fluffy ngl
A/N: This is the softest smut I've ever written. Very fluffy, very domestic, very loving. For once there's not even any dirty talk which is crazy for me. If you're looking for more intense Gaara stuff don't worry, there will be later. Hope you enjoy!
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Physical affections were something foreign to you, but you were learning and adapting quickly. Your boyfriend was rather similar in his comfortability with touching. You both had overcome much, initially hand holding had been the extent of both of your tolerances for a few months before moving forward to embraces and continuing the progress to get to what you were so anxiously excited about. Both of you had been together long enough, longer than most other couples before they passed the stage you had yet to take on but that didn’t matter, what mattered is that you both felt ready.
He had broached the subject first, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks and an avoidant stare to the side the only tells as to his own mental anxiety about the question. You had agreed, maybe a bit too quickly. The both of you had decided on a night where you both had a relatively lax schedule and you waited anxiously for the day to arrive. When it came, you had to ask your best friend to help you prepare.
She had helped you choose clothes, specifically underwear, that you had no idea even counted as underwear. You had never felt so pretty before, it was a good feeling but an unfamiliar one. When you arrived at his door you felt like your heart might burst from your chest. It’s just a regular date, you reminded yourself. A regular date with a little extra after dinner.
Before you could even knock on the door it opened and your favorite redhead stood before you, his body language giving more away than his face. He was a bit tense, his shoulders set back and straight, his hands clenching and unclenching, and there was an unrest to the sand around him. His nerves made you feel a bit better about your own. You smiled at him, wide and loving before he let you in and your date began.
The food was delicious, the conversation lighthearted and mostly steered away from work. When it came time for the after-dinner portion you were so comfortable you had almost forgotten about your plans. He held your hand gently, stroking the roughened skin from years of ninja work and training, as you both sat on the couch. Was he procrastinating or was he just taking your comforts into consideration? Either way you didn’t mind, you knew that he wanted you and that you wanted him too. Hesitation always came with change. Even if he suddenly changed his mind, you would be alright, maybe a bit disappointed, but respecting his boundaries was more important.
He hesitated a moment, his gentle strokes pausing as he looked you in the eyes. That lovely seafoam green made you melt a little bit. His gaze was meaningful and endearing. “Are you ready? We can do this later if you need more time.”
You thought for a moment, despite already knowing your answer, you wanted to be as sure as you could be; masturbating, but together, that was a big step after all. The farthest you both had gotten was some light under the clothes exploration, nothing too heavy. But you wanted more, much more. You wanted the full relationship experience and you only wanted to share it with him. He was the love of your life after all.
“No, I’m ready. Are you ready?”
His light strokes resumed as he gave the same amount of contemplation you did before he nodded seriously. “Yes, I want to—” he cut himself off and looked to the coffee table for a moment. The young Kazekage turned back to watch you intensely, his eyes looked like molten colored glass. “I want to learn how to make you feel good.”
You didn’t think it was possible for your cheeks to feel any warmer.
“Me too,” you muttered, feeling the twisting nerves in your gut from excitement and nerves. A lump began to form in your throat and to distract yourself from the thrum of your overly-excited heart you leaned forward to press you lips to his. You noticed that his were a bit chapped, not that yours weren’t, but you decided that when this was all over you were going to tell him to drink more water. Should you gift him a bottle for your anniversary? Maybe a big one, with cute cactus stickers—focus on Gaara, dummy.
Right, focus, you chastised yourself. He kept his hold on one of your hands as he gently reached behind your head with the other one. Carefully, with little pressure, he brought you closer to deepen the kiss. Your tongue moved first, licking against him and coaxing his own into action. His tongue met yours and they stroked one another with a soft eagerness. You pulled your hand from his and wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed his now free hand on your hip. His tongue moved back first, allowing yours access to his mouth which you took full advantage of.
On average, you found that he tasted like sand. Not terrible, but also not the best flavor, but to your pleasure he tasted more like dinner with a hint of sand. A pleasurable change that made you hum into his mouth. Once your tongue was finished stroking the roof of his mouth his tongue entered yours. He dragged his tongue against the inside of your cheek and you begin to run your fingers through his crimson hair.
When you both pulled away you felt alight with excitement, you both watched each other as you breathed before you nodded and detangled yourself for a moment, beginning to fiddle with the hem of your shirt. “Here or the bedroom?”
He took a moment before replying, “Bedroom.”
With eagerness, you both stood at the same time and began to walk, albeit a bit quickly, toward his room. After you both entered, he shut and locked the door, and you took off your fancy shirt and folded it before setting it off to the side. You fiddled with the frilled bow at the front of your bra for a minute before working up the courage to look at him. He seemed enamored, his hands unsure of what to do but his eyes soft and heated as they took in your rarely bare form. Gaara, whether to level the field or to get to the pleasure quicker, he took his shirt off as well.
You’d seen his bare chest only a handful of times, but the more you saw of it the better. His pale skin and lithe muscled form always excited you. For a moment you contemplated removing your pants too before deciding that was indeed the best option. When you had finished folding and setting down your clothes you waited anxiously for his next move. Likewise, he removed his pants and placed them neatly on top of his dresser. “Should we sit on the bed?”
He nodded, and you both got on opposite sides and faced each other. The redhead kissed you this time, and you ran your hands along his exposed chest until he began to shudder. His hands wandered and gently pressed against your covered breasts before stroking along your sides. You shivered when his strong fingers settled on your naked inner thighs. When you both pulled away, a small string of saliva connected your mouths for a moment before it broke and you asked, “Should we get started?”
Gaara’s serious nod made you giggle a bit, feeling high off of your nerves, and he gave you a small smile. You took a deep breath as you sat back from him and he from you, making sure that both got a good view of each other. He kept his boxers on, you didn’t push him to remove them, but his hands shook as he removed his erection from the black material. Your breath hitched in your throat. He was on the longer side with a thickness that looked just right. You felt your sex throb.
Your staring seemed to get to him, as he looked away with cheeks and chest almost as red as his hair. His adam’s apple bobbed, “Can I see you to?”
Broken out of solo staring contest, you nod nervously before hooking your thumbs in the waistband of your panties and sliding them down your hips. You almost squeaked when you realized how wet your underwear had gotten, and when you spread your legs for him you bit your bottom lip as you showed him just how excited you were. His breathing audibly stuttered, and your fingers twitched as they rested on your trembling thighs.
You wanted to squirm as his eyes were glued to you, and you understood how he felt while you stared at him. Were you pleasing? You thought you looked relatively normal but maybe there was something weird you hadn’t seen. “I-I’m going to s-start, okay?”
“Right,” he swallowed thickly. “Right, me too.”
Slowly, you brought your fingers to the wet skin of your lower lips and ran them over your excited flesh. You didn’t masturbate often, but you had once or twice to the thought of your boyfriend. But when he was there in front of you, doing something similar while watching you, it made it hard to think about anything. Your eyes were drawn to the slow up and down stroke of his fist as he began his own show, you became transfixed.
As you watched his rhythm, your own naturally followed. When he thumbed his tip, you circled your thumb on your clit, when he stroked all the way down before slowly stroking up again, you gently inserted a finger into yourself and moaned. Your thumb stayed on your clit and you pumped your finger to the same speed of his hand. It seemed like he hadn’t been fully erect when the two of you started, as his member had only gotten bigger and more agitated as you continued.
Eventually you decided one of your fingers wasn’t enough, especially while looking at such a lovely example of what could be stuffed inside of you instead, and you added a second. The stretch was something you weren’t entirely used to, but Gaara seemed to thoroughly enjoy the sight. His cock had throbbed, so much so that even you could see it, and the tip had dribbled more of the clear fluid than it had been releasing before. He groaned and you moaned in response.
You moved your free hand up and removed your bra, beginning to feel impatient. Your thumb sped its circling as you heard the sounds of his wet skin and your own slick meld together, accompanied by your soft noises and his pants and grunts, in a sensual symphony. “Gaara,” you let out as you thumbed your left breast until your nipple pebbled under your touch. The tightening in your abdomen grew stronger and it became harder to not close your eyes and revel in the feeling, but you didn’t want to miss a second of him.
The tips of his ears, his cheeks, neck and top of his chest was flushed a delicious shade of pink. His brow bone and forehead were furrowed in concentration and his eyes remained glued to your slick soaked fingers and thrumming clit. He had yet to notice your naked breasts. Your boyfriend let out a moan of your name and you mewled and began to scissor yourself. You didn’t think you would last much longer. His lust blown eyes trailed up your body and took in your naked breasts eagerly. The redhead watched them rise and fall with every shaky breath you took, and jiggle with every thrust of your fingers.
“Not much l-longer,” you whimpered. Your skin tingled and you began to feel the pleasure more and more intensely.
“Me too,” his gravelly voice took on an extra level of baritone. So deep that if he had spoken it in your ear you would have cum just from the sound alone. “T-Together?”
“Together.” You nodded, still breathy and on edge.
Your eyes met and stayed glued together. If only you were the one stroking him, if he was inside would it feel even better than this? He reached his free hand out and you leaned toward it, placing your cheek in his warm hand and tentatively licking his open palm. The redhead flinched, his eyes squeezed shut and he gasped your name.
You felt it before you realized, and you let out your own gasp when the hot fluid hit your leg. “G-Gaara,” you moaned out, over drawn and breathy as your orgasm flowed through you. Your eyes squeeze shut and your toes curled as your hands stopped their motion and you tried to catch your breath. His thumb rubbed your cheek continuously, his other hand still as he remained hunched over.
“I didn’t learn anything,” he huffed, slight amusement to his tone. A breathy laugh left your lips and you brought your head down to rest against his forehead, in a teasing lilt you said, “Really? I learned that you need to drink more water and,” you licked your lips before lowering your eyelids in an attempt at being sultry, “I memorized every little move you made, love.”
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Day 1: Praise & Lipstick
A Shame
Pairing: Obito Uchiha x Sex Worker!Reader
Genre: Oneshot, smut, kinktober prompt
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: afab!reader, sex worker!reader, vaginal sex, oral sex female receiving, praise kink, lipstick kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, body marking, naked female clothes male, strong language
A/N: Tis the first kinktober prompt, sorry for posting late but I do live in Florida and we just had a hurricane so its been a bit ROUGH. I had to pick up a tree on the first and now we're picking up a turned over treehouse. I am going to try my best to keep up but don't expect a post everyday please. Anyway, here we are, hope you enjoy~
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You had no idea who he was, where he came from, but that was all a part of the job. Most of your clients were vague or went by an alias. What set him apart from the others was the fact that you had never seen his face. Always wearing a mask, the only physical characteristic that was normally visible was his spiked black hair. It looked fun, unruly, like he woke up with it that way and left it, if he ever slept that is.
He’d worn different masks over the years, with different lengths of hair, it was almost like a way to check the passage of time. The masked man had first come to you when you had just begun your job as a special type of conversationalist. His mask at the time was yellow, with black stripes beginning at the left side and ending at pointed tips on the right. A single hole for his right eye. His voice at the time had entranced you, deep and eloquent.
After that, the next you saw him he wore a mask of orange that swirled around the eye hole on the right. Sometimes, you wondered if he was horribly scarred and disfigured, and that was why he wore the mask. The thought made your transactions a bit more thrilling for you, but his lower anatomy seemed perfectly fine. If anything, it seemed too fine. Very healthy. So you didn’t dwell on it, too much.
You saw him in the orange most mask often. It reminded you of candy, but you’d never tell him that. He embodied anonymity and exuded power and arrogance. He never even gave you a name to call him by. He really piqued your curiosity, but you knew asking questions could scare him away; you certainly didn’t want that. Though you were willing to push the envelope, if only a little. “Are you sure you don’t have a name?”
“Are you normally so curious about your patrons?”
“No,” you teased, a coy smile on your painted lips. A manicured finger snuck its way to your chin and you winked at him. “Only the ones I like.”
He didn’t respond, only stood and began to look around the room. You watched him as he milled about, a tilt to your head. The masked man had surprised you with his visit, but then again, he never scheduled appointments. He paid well though, that was for sure, so you never minded his impropriety. He had barged in to middle of your session with your previous client and tugged you from the man by your bicep, not that you minded, the other man had gotten boring after all. And he was always welcome.
You knew he must be a shinobi of some sort, only they were so secretive even during their most vulnerable moments. He lacked a hitai-ate so the guessing game became more fun. Maybe he’s one of the Kage, you wondered. Not that it mattered. It wouldn’t be the first time a man of delicate position found his way to your services, and he wouldn’t be the last.
He picked up one of your tubes of lipstick, the same deep red you had chosen for his next arrival. “This shade is new,” he commented.
“Yes, it’s limited edition. I picked it up last weekend.” You leaned forward, curling your arms around your bent knee and placing your head atop it. “Want some sake?”
You assumed he was glancing at you as he turned, but you weren’t sure. Being what you were meant people looked all the time, you were numb to the feeling. “Pour it for me.”
Pleased, you began to do as he asked. The clear liquid filled both porcelain cups quickly. He sat across from you, the lipstick tube still in his gloved hand. You picked up the cups and smirked. Slowly you spread your legs, revealing your naked sex and loosening the robe you wore. With your midriff bared you deliberately poured both drinks on your navel. A shiver went through you at the temperature contrast, but your body quickly warmed the alcohol as it dripped down your front. “Oops, I spilled them.”
“I can see that,” he tilted his head to the side, his tone flat. “And what do you want me to do about it?”
“Well,” you spread your legs further apart as he leaned forward. “We can’t let good sake go to waste now, can we?”
You were practically purring. He hummed, pretending to be thoughtful. His gloved hand reached forward and ran along your wet skin. He gathered the clear alcohol on his deft fingers and smoothed them down your front in a fluid motion. Those leather covered, wet digits, reached your heated center and began to feel around as if he’d never touched you before. A sigh left your lips, and you closed your eyes and tilted your head back. “The usual rules?”
“Do you need to ask?” The man sounded a bit gruff and you could feel him lean forward.
“No, but I like to hear you talk.”
“Is that right?” There was an odd sound, like a hollow wooden disk clicking out of place. A shiver ran down your spine when you felt hot breath fan against your genitals. He had eaten you out once before, it was short and passionate but addicting all the same. You had tried to entice him into it his previous visit, but he had only been interested in what your body could do for him, which was something you enjoyed showing him. It felt like a blessing to be touched by such fine lips again. “If you’re good, maybe you’ll get to hear some praise.”
“I would love nothing more.”
You felt his tongue first, a strong stripe from the bottom to the top with a bit more pressure added when he reached your clit. “Mmm,” you leaned back on your hands. He swiped his tongue again before focusing in on your twitching entrance, the man pressed his wet appendage inside. As his muscle entered you, you felt the bump of something rough against your swollen bud. “Uhn,” you flinched.
Was that his mask? He pressed his tongue in further and whatever it was pressed against your clit so hard you let out an odd sound. The man chuckled, a rich and deep baritone that made the base of your spine tingle. You had never gotten a reaction like that from him before. “Is something amiss?”
“No, not at all,” you replied too quickly for your own liking, your mask of professionalism beginning to crumble under the abnormal stimulation. The pressure stopped as he pulled back a bit.
“Hmm,” he hummed, his lips kissing against your inner thigh before nibbling on the fatty flesh. He licked his way back to your arousal and muttered. “Hold still and I’ll make you cum.”
“Please,” you uttered softly. The man pressed his tongue into you, his mask pressed against your clit again. You moaned softly, your hands clenched and the knot in your stomach tightened. His tongue swirled and pressed against your front wall; your breath hitched. It was a pleasant pressure but mixed together with the mask against your clit you felt your body thrum unlike it ever had before.
It had been so long since a client had made you cum. And for it to be him? Your favorite? You wanted it more than you wanted anything else. Your back arched, his leather clad hands reached behind you to grab the globes of your ass, tube of lipstick still in one. He kneaded the flesh between his large fingers, pressing you closer to his mouth and spreading your cheeks apart. The man massaged the flesh slowly and your excitement only grew when he started to groan at the feeling of your soft flesh. Your vaginal walls fluttered, and you panted as you asked, “Can I cum, please sir?”
You were so close to squirming, your clit throbbed against the lip of the orange mask and your insides throbbed with need. The familiar knot at the base of your stomach was so ready to explode but you held off, much to your bodies dismay. He continued his assault, his face and tongue pressing even deeper. The mask against your clit almost hurt and you whined. “Please, please, please,” you begged, feeling desperate.
His tongue pulled back and you frown in disappointment until he spoke, “Go on good girl, cum on my tongue. Let me taste the fruits of my labor.”
His tongue pressed back in; his hands pushed your hips further against his mouth. He bobbed his head as he waggled his tongue inside of you and you thrust your hips in time with the muscle. The extra motion added more friction to your clit and with one final drag against the top of your walls you came undone and let out a low moan of relief.
He didn’t linger long, just removed his tongue from your entrance and replaced his mask before he sat up and leaned over you. The man placed one hand firmly near your hip, the one that still held the lipstick tube, and the other he used to gather the slick that had collected on the lip of his mask. He mixed the arousal together on his fingertips and watched as it strung together in a sticky mess. “Your taste is pleasing.”
Your body thrummed. “How should I return the favor?”
“Slowly,” he paused and brought the slick covered hand to your chin. His thumb rubbed against your red-stained lips, back and forth as he seemed to watch you intently. “Torturously slow.” The man pressed against your bottom lip and dragged it down, he smeared your arousal and lipstick down to your neck with his fingers before he began to stroke the tender flesh at your pulse. “I want to watch my good girl squirm and I want to get that pretty shade of red everywhere.”
You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded your head enthusiastically. “All you have to do is command me,” you told him softly. He pressed down against your neck, not quite choking you but adding enough pressure to make you lay back. The robe you still loosely wore fanned out underneath you as he climbed on top. The man’s fingers crawled back to your mouth and circled your lips again, the smell of yourself mixed with the leather and you stared into the hole in his mask as he smeared your red lipstick more.
Boldly, you reached for his trousers and licked his thumb as you glanced at the tent in his pants. You released his stiffened member from its cloth confines and bucked your hips in eagerness. His turgid cock dripped with precum and throbbed as you caressed it with your palm. He was well endowed with a delicious curve that felt like heaven scraping against your walls. “Are you looking for more praise? A reward?” He brought your lipstick back up and used both hands to uncap it and twist it upward. “Or are you that desperate for my cock?”
“You know you’re one of my favorites.”
“Hm,” he seemed to contemplate your words and the lipstick before he brought it to your skin and began writing on your abdomen. “I know I am your favorite.”
“Oh?” The cosmetic on your skin felt silky as it glided along your stomach and up over your breasts.
“The lazy grin on your face when you greet me, like a dog greeting its master, speaks volumes. Your body’s eagerness for me strokes my ego,” he paused his writing to press himself against your entrance. “The way your essence oozes from you like the sweetest of creams whenever I call you good girl tells me all that I need to know.”
He pressed inside of you, torturously slow. Every inch spread you open in that deliciously familiar way that made your toes curl. You wrapped your legs around his waist and squeezed them in an attempt to urge him to go faster; he did not give in. Slowly, oh so slowly, he bottomed out inside of you and you ground yourself against him. It felt so good, he began to slowly drag himself out. “Your velvety walls always rub me so well, they’re so warm and welcoming. I can feel how much they missed me.”
One of his hands gripped your throat while the other went back to writing. You moaned as his hips continued to torture yours, his heavy balls swung against your backside with every forceful push inward and every grind you both did in unison. He ground himself against you, his pelvic bone hitting your clit and making you pant, and you ground yourself against him to feel him swirl your insides like a whirlpool. “I crave your body like a drug,” he finished his scrawling and threw the empty lipstick tube behind him. The dark-haired man gripped your thighs tightly and pushed your knees back to your chest. “So continue to be the good girl I know you can be while I indulge myself to the fullest.”
Immediately his speed picked up to a brutal pace, the abrupt change felt like it knocked the wind out of you and you gripped parts of the robe behind your head to try to ground yourself. “Ahn, oh, yes, oh, haaa,” you squeezed your eyes shut and moved your hips together with his to feel the full pleasure his member provided.
“Yes, that’s right,” he groaned, every muscle in his toned body flexing along with yours to reach the peak of your pleasures. “Feel the pleasure I bring you, let it consume you. Think only of me as others try to achieve what only I can.”
One of his hands left your leg and reached your breast, he rubbed your nipple harshly, aggressively. You knew it would be sore later but that didn’t bother you. All you cared about was receiving more praise and more pleasure from his body. “Nnn, almost there!”
“Go on, cum around my cock. Show me just how good you are.”
You reach your second peak of the evening, and your walls clench around him as you do. He groans loudly and pulls out, with two pumps of his fist he releases right on top of the lipstick words he spent so much time writing. He reaches a gloved hand out and rubs and smears the lipstick and spend together on your abdomen, his head tilted almost in fascination as he does so. Your breathing is heavy as you watch him and he is the first to recover and redress himself.
After he’s finished wiping himself and straightening his clothing you sit up, not bothering to adjust your appearance. It is still your room, after all. “You know you don’t always have to be in such a hurry to leave.”
He ignores you and pulls out his wallet, he places more than the usual amount of bills on your dresser next to your cosmetics collection. As he replaces the wallet he says, “Buy that lipstick again.”
With that he leaves, and you sigh almost as soon as he’s gone. You removed your robe the rest of the way and use it to wipe the remaining spunk off of your abdomen, careful to keep as much of the red writing as you possibly could. After you’re sure the sperm wont drip down your body you stand on shaky legs and approach the mirror by your wardrobe. The lipstick markings read ‘property of’ the name was smudged out by his spend and hands before continuing with ‘touch her and die’.
You pursed your lips together and placed your head in your hands, a disappointed pout marring your features. “He did that on purpose,” you muttered, annoyed that if you had looked at your stomach earlier you would’ve gotten to see his name. A shame.
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