sunshine

♡‧₊˚‎About Me ‧₊˚‎♡

✧˖ ° 23

✧˖ ° Scorpio

✧˖ ° Female

✧˖ ° she/her

✧˖ ° Certified cry baby

Current Obsessions

✧˖ ° Gyutaro

✧˖ ° Choso

✧˖ ° Itachi

✧˖ ° Shino

✧˖ ° Pink things

Writing

✧˖ ° I accept requests!

✧˖ ° SFW and NSFW + kink

✧˖ ° MDNI with NSFW

✧˖ ° Masterlist - requests open!!!

Favorites

✧˖ ° Cello + guitar

✧˖ ° Reading + writing

✧˖ ° Anime

✧˖ ° Indie/folk music

✧˖ ° Post date, now at Shino’s house!

✧˖ ° Pure filth, smut but super sweet and romantic, Shino is a talker AND giver, some honorifics, some restricting touch, overstimulation, reader loses breath but not asphyxiation, mention of bugs but only that they vibrate 😏

✧˖ ° 5.5k words

You release Shino’s arm when you walk up the pathway to his door as he fumbles for the key in his vest pocket. The basket knocks against his knee and you hear him sigh before the clang of keys hitting the ground. Shino laughs at the absurdity of it all, him being nervous to have you in his home as if you’ve never been there, you smiling down at him as he picks up the keys. You’re glowing and he holds his breath when he looks up at you. How someone so beautiful could see someone like him, he didn’t know. He was basic, a shadow, a side character to everyone. Shino didn’t believe that he was anyone’s favorite person. Everyone in the village had someone they needed more than they needed him. Except you. You saw him, all that he was, and was choosing him. How could he ever thank you?

You watch as he stands to his full height, wide eyes looking up at him now. He swears he would have drowned in them if you hadn’t tugged his sleeve towards the front door. Carefully, as to not drop them again, he opens the front door.

The smell of eucalyptus and orchid floods your senses. Shino’s house always smelled good. It was always clean, everything was exactly where it’s meant to be. Dishes are always clean, counters always dusted, couch cushions fluffed. He was very particular about his space, which many of your friends didn’t expect. Bugs crawling in his skin? But everything needs to be spotless? Quite the contradiction.

“Would you like jasmine tea, then?” Shino asks, slipping his shoes off at the door. “I know it’s your favorite.”

“That sounds perfect,” you respond, doing the same and leaving your shoes behind.

You sit on the couch in the main area, but your eyes follow Shino as he walks over to the island in the kitchen. The space is all open, so you don’t have to strain to see him.

He pulls his sleeves up his forearms, letting them rest right before the bend of his elbow. Grabbing the kettle, he fills it with water and puts it over the fire. Shino easily reaches two mugs on the top shelf in the cabinet, a spot you would need a step stool to even graze with your fingertips. When the kettle whistles, you make your way to the kitchen. Shino’s gaze follows you, but yours traces the outline of his thick forearms. Muscles on display for you as he pours the hot water into each mug.

“Careful,” he says, blowing on both mugs. “It’s very hot.”

Your hands slide against his when he transfers the mug from the table to you. You lean against the counter.

“Thank you,” you say, lifting the mug to your lips. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes,” he says. “Why do you ask?”

“You just seem distant right now. Quieter than usual.”

“I don’t know,” Shino starts. “Just thinking. I'm a little scared.”

“Talk to me about it, I love listening.”

“I just feel like this can’t be real. I keep thinking you can’t possibly want to be here with me. It’s like I’m breathing through a straw and everything is hazy, like a dream. Like when I open my eyes, I’ll be back in the city, walking home alone again. Just thinking about you, not being with you,” he says, looking at you.

You lift yourself from the counter, placing the mug back down, and walk over to the island Shino is standing by. His tailbone is to the table, hands holding the rim on either side and head facing down. You place yourself directly into his line of vision.

“Shino,” you start, lifting a hand to his face. Your fingers brush lightly over his cheek and you can tell he is staring directly into your eyes.

“There is nowhere I would rather be right now than here with you. It doesn’t matter where we are or what we do, I am just happy to have you with me. Even when you aren’t around, I see you. I feel you. In the darkness, thousands of miles away or in my bed a few streets over. On missions, fighting for my life and in the mornings making breakfast. It’s always you, always will be you that I want to come back to,” you say.

He leans down, your hand still on his cheek, and kisses you softly. There is no rush, no fight for dominance. Just a passionately slow kiss that makes your legs weak. Shino wraps one arm around your back, pulling you flush against him, while his other hand finds the back of your head, deepening the kiss. The hand resting on his cheek slides down to his chest while your other one finds his hip. The movement makes his breath stutter and he turns your bodies around, your back pushing against the corner of the island, before he begins kissing you again. Shino moves along your lips, leaving small pecks along your jawline and back again until you pull him in.

Shino slides his hands down to your waist, lips still locked on yours as he memorizes your outline. He lifts you effortlessly, placing you gently on the table you were just leaning against. You gasp and pull back, looking at him now that your heights are even. He’s smiling at you, sparkly teeth on display, and you can’t help but do the same. His chest is heaving, breathless, he pulls off his glasses, placing them on the counter next to you. For the first time, you get to see him with no barrier. You get to see yourself in the reflection of his dark irises, not the black lenses that hide them. For a second, you hold your breath. His deep, dark brown eyes captivate you. You feel yourself sinking into them, the espresso color has you jittery like you’ve just taken a sip.

“Please,” he whispers. “Don’t let me wake up.”

He rests his forehead against yours, his breath smelling of jasmine and blowing against your skin. Practically begging, he slams his lips against yours again, running his hands up your waist. You let your hands wander up, untying the bandana around his head and letting his hair fall. Running your fingers through his hair makes him groan into your mouth. He pulls away again.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I don’t know what's gotten into me.”

“Stop apologizing,” you say, placing your hands on either side of his head and pulling him in. “I want you, Shino. Only you. Right now and every day after.”

You drag him into you, licking his bottom lip and devouring him. He growls this time, nipping at yours and pulling you closer to him. Shino’s hips are slotted between yours, but he can’t seem to get close enough. He feels foolish grasping at your clothes like a child, his hand splayed across your lower back while the other rests across your shoulder blades. He leans you back and you grip his vest, but he doesn’t falter. If you are heavy, Shino gives no indication. You feel his tongue slide against your jawline before he travels lower. Down your neck, he kisses you, nipping at your jugular before he sucks on your collar bone. Your moan echos in the otherwise quiet kitchen, the only other sound being Shino’s sloppy kisses to your skin.

Shino lifts you back up, pulling you towards him again and placing his hands on the underside of your thighs. You’re unzipping his vest and pulling it off when he lifts your body. Gasping, you wrap your arms tightly around his neck and shoulders.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” Shino says, trailing kisses along your shoulder. “I’d be a fool to drop a girl like you.”

He walks you towards his bedroom. While you’ve been to his house before, you’ve never stepped foot into his bedroom. You’re not surprised to see it’s as organized as the rest of his house. The comforter is an olive green with creme and green pillows. Very on brand for Shino. When his knees knock the side of the bed, he turns himself around and sits up against the headboard, legs up on the bed. You’re straddling him now, knees bent on either side of his body. He runs his hands slowly up your thighs till he stops at your back.

“You’re so beautiful,” Shino whispers in your ear, kissing your cheek before he pulls back and looks into your eyes.

You’re breathless, chest rising rapidly. “So are you,” you whisper back.

He smiles at you and you lean forward, kissing the corner of his lip. Shino’s hands settle on your hips, both of you relaxing and taking a few breaths to calm down. It doesn’t matter, though. Your heart is still racing and you know for a fact that you’re soaking. You settle more into his lap, trying to get comfortable when you feel him. Shino is solid between your legs and a blush spreads over his cheeks when he notices you feel him.

“I’m sorry, we obviously don’t have to do anything. I just can’t hel-”

“I thought I told you to stop apologizing,” you say, leaning forward and kissing his lips again.

You take his hand and move it slowly towards the back of your romper, placing it right over the zipper. Shino throws his head back when you grind down on him hard. He groans, gripping the cloth of your romper before delicately unzipping the back. He slides his hands up to the strap on your shoulders and looks you in the eyes, searching for any hint of discomfort. Any indication that you don’t really want to be doing this. You give him none, so he slides both straps down your arms, letting your breast spill out fully. His breath is caught in his throat as he looks you over, his finger tips gliding over your nipples and watching as they turn into hardened peaks. You recoil back.

“Your fingers,” you start. “They’re vibrating.”

He chuckles at your reaction.

“The kikaichu vibrates when I tell them to, where I tell them to. They do whatever I ask.”

He slides his finger over your breasts again and you shudder, curling inwards towards him. The angle is perfect for Shino to take one nipple into his mouth, circling his tongue around it before sucking softly. Your head rolls back and you let out a low moan while tangling your hands into his hair. You press your hips into him again, grinding back and forth. The friction makes you sensitive and Shino swears under his breath. One of his arms wraps around your back and he rolls you both over carefully, only to kiss up your chest until he is facing you once again. He reaches behind his back and grabs his shirt, ripping it off over his head and throwing it to the side.

Your mouth drops and your hand instinctively runs along the toned chest and abs.

“Shino! This is what you hide underneath all those layers. Sakura is not gonna believe this,” you ramble.

Shino laughs at you, which only pronounces his muscles even more, and you realize you were speaking out loud.

“You’re gonna tell Sakura everything, huh,” he says, leaning over you and kissing your neck again.

You moan. “Absolutely gonna tell her that you’re hiding a six pack and ridiculous biceps under your jacket.”

“What else are you gonna tell her?” he asks, kissing down your body and sliding his hands along your waist. He stops above the rim of your shorts before looking up at you.

“I’m telling her about those vibrating fingers,” you tell him as you lift your hips for him to slide your shorts off.

“They can do more than that,” he replies, but is silenced when he sees what you’re wearing. He groans.

“(Y/N), are you trying to kill me?” he asks, running his thumb along the wet patch forming. It vibrates right above your clit, causing you to buck your hips into him. He just chuckles at the reaction, but doesn’t give you any more stimulation than the light buzz coming from his thumb.

Shino kisses your thighs, moving up inch by tantalizing inch. He takes it all in. The way you’ve propped yourself on your elbows. Your hair, slightly frizzy from the intense makeout session. Your eyes, dark with lust. Your plush lips, swollen and pink. He wishes he could take a picture with his mind to have this moment ingrained in his memory forever. But he can’t do that, so he pushes himself up and settles on his heels. He looks like a god sitting above you like this and you would let him do whatever he wanted. So when he moves to take off your panties, you happily oblige. They’re tossed in an instant and he takes his fill of your body.

“You’re perfect,” Shino says, hands around your hips and rubbing his thumb along the bone.

He leans down and kisses your lips softly before moving down to the center of your chest, your stomach, nipping at your hip bones. His lips leave a trail down your thighs and up again before stopping above your center. Shino’s breath fans against your heat and you hold your own, but all he does is run his thumb along your slit. You whine impatiently.

“Please sweetheart, let me savor this. Want to remember this forever,” he says.

Shino lays flat on his stomach, making himself comfortable between your thighs and leaving sloppy kisses all over. He looks up at you through his thick lashes and you’re still propped up, waiting patiently. Anxiously. Mouth slightly open. Maintaining eye contact, he licks a fat stripe up your slit, causing your head to fall back and moan softly. He groans into you, your taste now becoming one of his favorites. The vibrations send a shudder through your body. Shino’s arms wrap under your knees and over your lower stomach, locking you in place as he pushes his face deeper into your core. You fall, back hitting the mattress and unable to buck your hips. His tongue feels so good swiping circles on your clit that you begin to grasp at the sheets, moaning his name. You hand curls into his hair and tugs lightly. He growls into you this time, pulling you deeper into him. He’s a starved man and the only thing that could satisfy him is you, your taste, your touch, your sweet little sounds.

He takes his time with you, tongue moving in deliberate circles. Shino slides one of his hands up your stomach, his fingers vibrating sending tingles throughout your body. He grazes them over your nipple first, before squeezing your breast softly. You try to buck your hips into him, but his arm over you stops any movement. He lifts himself off of you for a moment.

“Tastes so good baby,” he licks again. “I can’t get enough of you. Sounds so pretty.”

He isn’t even looking at you, just admiring your pussy as he slides the hand on your breast back down. He slides his middle and ring finger up and down your slit, coating them in your slick before licking them clean himself. You moan at his action, he’s so drunk on just the taste of you. The noise makes him look up and you fall into those dark irises again, both looking at each other and he slides both fingers into you. Your mouth falls open, gasping softly and he smirks. He smirks because he knows exactly what he’s doing. Maintaining eye contact, he begins pumping his thick fingers into you. Your body shakes and you’ve become a whining mess, wanting more, but not knowing how to ask. Not knowing what to say.

“I know baby,” Shino starts. “I’m gonna take care of you. Want you to cum on my tongue, need to taste it.”

With his fingers curling in you, he pokes his tongue out. The tip slides back and forth over your clit as he moves his head back and forth slowly, looking up at you. He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks softly. You’re a mess, body writhing beneath him, legs bending up and down. Your hand instinctively covers your mouth to quiet yourself, but he growls harshly and you take that as a sign to leave yourself open. You’re close, your core unbelievably hot. You can feel yourself winding tighter and tighter with each swipe of his tongue. You know he feels it too because the fingers inside you start vibrating again and you're thrown over the edge.

Your body locks as the waves crash over you, but he doesn’t stop. Shino continues to devour you, his fingers curling against the spongy spot that has your vision going white.

“Shino!” you scream his name and attempt to push his head away from your core, but he doesn’t let up. Only when your legs are shaking and your breath ragged does he pull away from you, albeit, slowly.

“So good,” he bites your thigh.

Shino crawls up your panting body, his chin soaked with your juices. You taste yourself on his lips when he kisses you slowly, his tongue dipping into your mouth. He raises his hand to your face, slowly pushing his fingers into your mouth. You suck on them erotically, cleaning him of your slick, poking your tongue out, swirling around each digit. He watches, eyes blown wide and mouth falling open at your ministrations. You look up at him, doe eyes on display, and pull his hand slowly from you. Some spit dribbles down your chin.

“You’re so pretty baby,” Shino says.

His head dips down and he licks the spit from your chin before pulling you into a deep kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer.

“Sounds so pretty, too. You feeling okay, sweetheart?,” he asks.

You nod eagerly.

“Please,” you say, running your hands down his bare chest. “I want more, I want you. I want your lips on me. I want you inside me.”

“Are you sure? We don’t have to do more than this unless you absolutely want to,” Shino says, running his thumb along your cheek.

“Don’t make me beg,” you say with a smile.

“But it sounds so pretty when you do.”

Shino pulls you in for another sloppy kiss and you fumble for the button on his pants. He beats you to the chase, already pulling them down along with his boxers, lips never leaving yours. You feel his cock against your stomach before you see it, the weight making you tingle in anticipation. Sliding your hand between your bodies, you wrap your slender hand around him and squeeze slightly. Your fingertips are just reaching the full way around and you drag your hand upwards. He breaks this kiss and sighs heavily into your mouth, his forehead against yours and eyes clenched shut.

“So you are trying to kill me,” he says and you laugh.

He pushes himself up so you have a better view of what you're working with. He is bigger than expected, bigger than what your hand could imagine, bigger than what anyone would think from such a shy and private boy.

“So big,” you whisper and you hear him chuckle.

“All yours,” he responded.

You continue to rub him slowly. When your hand gets to the top, you innocently run your thumb over his tip. His body shutters in response and he grabs your wrist suddenly.

“Sensitive,” is all he can say when you look up at him.

You’re more gentle this time, sitting up to be closer with him. He’s on his knees and your head only reaches halfway up his chest, so you kiss him there while you stroke him. When he feels your soft lips against him, he runs his hand into your hair. Shino can’t help the slight thrust into your hand, the gentle pressure taking a hold on him. When he feels your soft tongue slide along his abs, he pulls your head back slightly by your hair. You’re silent, still stroking, just looking up.

“Feel good?” you ask.

What a tease. His only response is a kiss, engulfing your mouth with his and pushing his tongue in. He lays you down gently, one hand still on the back of your head and the other pushing lightly on your shoulder. He breaks the kiss when your head hits the pillow.

“Are you sure you want to do this? We can wait. We can wait forever, it doesn’t matter. Just say the word and we can stop here,” Shino whispers against your lips.

You don’t give him a response, just kiss him tenderly and line him up with your entrance. When he feels your heat, he groans and pushes his head into your neck. Taking over, he slowly slides his member between your folds, back and forth. Your hips buck when he catches on your clit again.

“Shino,” you whine. “I want it. Please, I want it so bad.”

Shino is focused, eyebrows furrowed and teeth clenched. The stretch is slow as he pushes into you and you feel every inch, every vein that runs along him. Your body reacts first, instinctively trying to close your legs at the intrusion, but Shino’s hips keep you open. He sucks in air harshly when you clench around him.

“You’re so tight, fuck, you gotta relax for me,” he says, kissing your neck.

“I- I’m trying. You’re so big,” you say.

He’s holding himself up, biceps locked around your head, and you wrap your hands around them. Your nails dig into his skin and his vision goes dark. Shino is trying his best not to lose control, but your cunt is squeezing him unapologetically and you just look so pretty. Your face is scrunched and you look down, trying to see where you are both joined. He’s not even half way and you feel like tapping out.

“What is it, babygirl? You wanna see?” Shino asks.

He slips one hand behind your head again, only this time pushes it down. You whimper at the sudden movement and clench around him again, moaning embarrassingly loud. You watch him press further into you, your thighs spreading wider around his hips until his pelvis meets yours. You’re almost unbearably full of him, your senses clouded by the stretch, his breathing in your ear, the feel of his hand entangled in your hair. He pulls your head back quickly and kisses you again, distracting you for a moment before he pulls out half way, pushing in slowly. His pace is torturous as he works himself into you, molding your body around him. You’re already a mess, moaning into his mouth, grabbing at his arms, his hair, his back, the muscles rippling beneath your palm. Any place you can reach.

“That’s it baby, taking it so well. Like you were made for me. You were made for me, weren’t you? Pretty little cunt is all mine, isn’t it?”

His words send shivers through your body, the vulgarity of it surprising you as he picks up the pace. His hips slam into yours and you scream out in pleasure, not answering a single one of his questions.

“Fuckkk,” he groans, throwing his head back. You try to match his movement, but his hand is still behind your head, his body enclosed around you and holding you in place.

Your head falls to the side as you attempt to avoid his, but he doesn’t let you. His hand finds your chin and when your eyes meet, you moan loudly at the sight. His skin glistens slightly, hair a mess around his face, but he looks so good. His broad shoulders block your view of anything besides him and the relentless way he bullies himself into you. The sounds your pussy makes around him has your face turning warm.

“Don’t be shy, sweetheart. Tell me, who do you belong to?” he asks again, his dark eyes finding yours.

“Yo-you. All for you,” you cry out, trying to catch your breath. “Oh fuck Shino, it’s so much, too much, I-I ca-n’t.”

Your hands are pushing against his chest, but the attempts prove futile. He grabs your hands, pining them down by the wrist with one of his own. His other slides between you, the sweat covering your bodies sending a cold chill as he swipes over your skin. He places his finger over your clit again, vibrations sending your body jolting as you scream out. It’s all so much, never having had anything this big in you. You search his eyes for mercy, but by the smile plastered across his face, you know you’re not getting any.

“You’re doing so fucking good, baby. So wet for me, so beautiful, squeezing me like a vice,” Shino babbles. His breath is ragged, soft moans escaping his lips as he winds you up again.

The vibrations shutter through your body as you cry out, but you are still pinned in place, pleasure almost unbearable. You can’t push him away, can’t pull him closer to you. You just have to lay there and take all he gives you, and Shino just so happens to be a generous man.

“Just wanna make you feel good,” he says, coming to kiss your cheek.

“So good, Shino. Feels so good I’m gonna-“

“I know, baby, I can feel it. Go ahead, cum on my cock for me.”

He whispers the words into your skin, nipping at your earlobe. Your body floods with warmth, his pace never faltering as your orgasm washes over you, his fingers on your clit increasing in their vibrations. He lets go of your hands and they fly around his back in an instant, nails digging deep into his skin. He moans at the sensation, muttering a simple “fuck” under his breath and your head falls back. He fucks you through it, body twitching from pleasure until he slows his pace and pulls out.

“Are you okay, sweet girl?” He asks, kissing your temple, and you nod back, breathless.

He pushes his body away from you, sitting back up on his knees. Shino’s cock is still hard, glistening in the little light filtering through the window from the moon. He slides his hands up your body softly, stopping at your hips where he holds firmly, flipping your body over. You groan at his action and he pulls your hips up, lining himself up at your entrance again. Your head is laying on the pillows, your hands grasping the sheets on either side as he starts to fuck into you again. The new position has him hitting that same spongy spot and you almost collapse onto the bed, but he holds you firmly in place

Shino bends over your body, grinding into from behind and you whimper. He bites your shoulder softly. “No running, baby,” he says.

His left arm wraps its way against your hips, splaying upwards flat against your sternum. His hand grazes your throat gently and he uses his other arm to push both of your bodies upwards. Your head falls forward, legs shaking as he fucks up into you from behind.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Shino please,” you say.

He slides his right arm under yours, his hand finding your left cheek and pushing the right one into his chest, forcing you to look up at him. His left arm finds its way around your waist.

“Please what, sweetheart?” he asks, slowing his pace just slightly. His thumb swipes over your bottom lip as he looks at you with what can only be admiration.

You don’t speak for a moment, just staring into his deep eyes, your plush lips parted. You wonder how you could have gone your whole life without seeing something so beautiful. You realized he committed a crime every morning when he put those glasses on, but at the same time, you loved the fact that you were the only one able to see them. Maybe you were fucked numb, or maybe you were overcome with love, but something washed over you then.

Your hand reached up weakly, touching the outer corner of his right eye.

“So… so pretty,” is all you can manage.

He laughs at that softly, his pearly teeth shining, and increases his pace again.

“My eyes, baby? You like my eyes?” he asks with a smile on his face.

“L-love.”

Something passes across his face, some emotion, but you’re not sure what. Longing? Happiness? Contentment? Whatever it was, he leans his head closer to you, leaving the smallest and softest kiss to your upper lip.

“Yeah, baby?” he says sweetly. His body slams into you harder, not mirroring the soft way he speaks with you.

“Well I think you’re so pretty,” he says. “Such a beautiful girl you are, taking me so well. Love your eyes, that pretty smile. Love your soft hair and cute nose,” he continues, kissing your nose.

His left hand slides down again, the vibrations tickling your stomach as he heads towards your clit. Your body attempts to fall forward when his fingers find your clit, but his strong grip holds you in place. Your own left hand tightens around his wrist, the right holding the forearm that runs across your chest.

“Love your body, so soft and warm, like your heart. Always been such an angel. Love your sweet, little pussy. Made for me, wasn’t it? Pulling me in,” he says.

Shino’s demeanor is calm and you would be embarrassed at how much you were falling apart, if it weren’t for the praise he was giving you.

“Love you, baby. I love you so much,” he says, slamming into you harder now. Skin slapping skin, sweat sticking between you.

“Always have, always will. You know that? You know I love you?” he asks.

You try to speak, but the pleasure renders you useless as another orgasm washes over you. An embarrassing squeak slides past your lips, but you can’t take a breath, warmth exploding in your core. He hisses at the way your body clenches around him, but he notices you shaking. Can see how good it feels by the look on your face. When your chest doesn’t move, he blows softly onto your nose.

“Breathe, baby. I know, feels so good, hm?” he asks.

Your eyes flutter for a moment before they squeeze closed tightly, a sob wracking your body. Your chest is heaving, gulping air in fast to make up for what you were missing.

“I-I love you,” you sob out. “I love you, Shino, I love everything.”

“I love you, baby,” he says again, while lowering your body back onto the bed.

He moves slowly, letting your head rest on a pillow, your legs falling flat. He follows, still inside you, your chest flush against the bed. His left arm holds his body up, propped against the back of your head, while his right hand grips your hip, angling them up slightly. Shino grinds into from behind, his lips finding your right shoulder and kissing softly.

“Are you still okay, honey? I’m almost there, you feel so good,” He says, kissing your cheek.

He rests his forehead against your temple, he breath fanning your cheek through clenched teeth.

“Please, Shino, I w-ant it. I w-want it so bad in…inside,” you moan.

He groans, mouth falling open in pleasure. Shino doesn’t increase his pace, just grinds deep and slow into you. Your left hand finds his, the one that's by your head, and grasps it. You’re moaning not only from pleasure, but how intense it all is. You can feel your body winding up again, over sensitive and warm all over.

Shino’s breath stutters against you.

“Fuck, baby,” he says.

He grinds into one more time, his mouth falling open, eyes closed. With his forehead still to your temple, he moans loudly. You feel his release suddenly, the warmth filling you so much that it begins to seep out from your spent cunt. Your body is overcome with sensations and you cum again weakly at the feeling of being filled, shuddering. Shino’s right hand softens its grip and your hips fall, pelvis landing against the bed, his lips kissing where his forehead had been resting. Everything is still for a moment.

You whine at the loss when he slips himself out of you, but are subdued easily when he pulls your body into him. He hugs your face into his chest, the sweat coating your cheek, but you could care less. Shino’s chin rests against the top of your head. After you catch your breath, you push yourself away and look up at him. The movement has him looking down at you and you slide your hand over his cheek.

You can’t help but smile at him, your eyes scouring every inch of his handsome face.

“I love you, Shino,” you whisper.

His fingers trail against your spine softly, legs wrapping themselves into yours.

“I love you, (Y/N). I’m forever grateful you found your way into my life.”

He sinks his head down and kisses your lips once more, before pulling you tightly against him. You fall asleep to the sound of his heart against you.

💜~ SFW, Fluff

❤️‍🔥~ NSFW, Smut (can include kink)

⚠️~ Very NSFW, potentially triggering

✧˖ Naruto

Shino

Confessions Pt. 1 💜 Pt. 2 💜 Pt. 3 ❤️‍🔥

Kiba

Jealous Kiba ❤️‍🔥

✧˖ Demon Slayer

Gyutaro

Teasing Gytaro ❤️‍🔥

Snowed In Pt. 1 💜 Pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥

✧˖ ° Date night after Shino confesses his feelings

✧˖ ° Does not follow Naruto plot line specifically, fluff, shino x reader, mutual pining, drinking, friends to lovers, sfw

✧˖ ° 2.9k words

Sakura lay sprawled on your bed, her back to the comforter and arms outstretched on either side of her. Her legs were bent at the knee and hanging off the side. She was rambling about how she was set to leave for a mission in a few weeks, while you sat in front of your vanity. Sakura was your closest female friend in Konoha. Sure, you got along with the other girls just fine, but not anywhere close to how you and Sakura got along. She was always supportive, listened to you and your sides of stories, gave her input when necessary and helped you see other perspectives. She loved talking about romantic prospects, even if it was about how someone looked at you for longer than normal. That someone being Shino. 

You had invited her over to help you prepare for your date, the nerves having got to you and she was perfect to help clear your head. She also made the whole process more exciting. After applying a small amount of makeup, you got up to pick an outfit for the occasion. She sits up when you stand, leaning back on her arms. 

“Do you know what he has planned?” she asked. 

“Unfortunately, I don’t. But I know Shino well enough to assume it will probably be something outdoors?” you respond. 

You feel a little silly, having not asked Shino what you were doing tonight, but Sakura didn’t bat an eye. She never judged or made fun of you. 

“What about that purple romper you have? The one with the v-neckline and thick straps,” she says, whilst walking to your closet. 

“Oh,” she adds, “and these mesh shorts! They’ll peak out at the bottom of the shorts on the romper. So cute!” 

She grabs the pieces and throws them on your bed before walking back to the closet to find you some shoes. The romper was a lavender with lighter purple trim that ran along the neckline. The back was cut low, matching the v-neckline. Sakura peeks over her shoulder as you get undressed. 

“You’re wearing that under your clothes?” She asks, with a slight hint of disgust. 

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing underneath my clothes?” You laugh back. 

“Well you never know. Things could get freaky later, you don’t want something a little more… sexy?” 

“It will not be like that! It's our first date, Sakura,” You respond. 

“Okay? And you have been friends for like, ever. It wouldn’t be weird if it did get freaky freaky!”

“It’s already weird going on a date!” You say, crossing your arms. You’re still only in a bra and panties. 

“It’s not weird! It’s a miracle! You’ve been gushing about Shino for years, still don’t know how you're into him, but to each their own. The bugs just give me the heebie jeebies and he’s so quiet. Here, put this on too!”

She hands you a pair of panties that would make any boy finish in his pants. You blush at the thought of anyone seeing you like that, but oblige. Even though this most certainly won’t be happening tonight. 

“And ditch the bra. Low back is gonna be so sexy,” she adds as you finish getting dressed. 

“Shino’s silence is one of his selling points. It makes him mysterious and all the more enticing. When he speaks, you’re compelled to listen because he NEVER talks much. Well, not for me. We talk all the time, but it adds to the effect!” you say. 

Sakura does up the small zipper on the back for you and you slip on a pair of dark brown sandals. Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door and you and Sakura look at each other. Your heart drops with nerves, but she’s already pushing your back towards the door. Why are you nervous anyway? It will be like any other day you spend with Shino. Except it's not normal. It's a date. And maybe you’ll kiss again. Hopefully. 

“Okay good luck! You look so cute, Shino is gonna love it. Be sure to tell me all the raunchy details tomorrow,” she says with a giggle. “I’ll leave through the back door.”

With that, she’s off, leaving you at the front door by yourself. You wipe the nonexistent dust off the front of your romper and open the door to see Shino standing, looking off to the side. 

When he hears the door open, he looks forward, taking in his fill of your outfit. He swears he almost chokes on his own spit as you come into view. In one hand, he holds a bouquet of flowers in front of his chest. In the other, a basket is hanging. 

Shino stands a foot taller than you and he notices how you strain your neck upwards to look at him. Your large eyes sparkling up at him cause his knees to buckle and he pulls his face further behind the rim of his jacket. 

“Hi,” he says softly. His jacket is buttoned, currently covering the lower portion of his face, but you can see a light dusting of pink settle over his cheeks. 

“Hi,” you respond with a giggle. “Are you nervous?” 

“Very,” Shino says. “Are you?” 

“Absolutely, but it’s no different than when we normally spend time together. We are gonna go out and enjoy each other's company. Just like normal,” you say. 

Shino smiles and pushes the flowers from his chest and into yours. He always caught you looking at these flowers in his greenhouse, never saying anything or pointing them out. You would just admire them silently. When getting ready, he knew he would have to pick some for you. The bundle was full of multiple colored flowers, but the ones he assumed were your favorite were the centerpiece of the bouquet. Grabbing it from his hands, you immediately lift them to your nose and inhale gently. 

“These are my favorite,” you tell him. “How did you know?” 

“Just a lucky guess,” he responds, looking away again. “I thought we could go sit by the stream just by the edge of the village? I packed us something to eat.” 

Shino lifts the basket slightly, as if to show proof that he wasn’t lying. But Shino would never lie to you, you were confident in that. Unless, of course, he was harboring a secret crush he had on his best friend for years. 

“That sounds like a great idea.” 

You give him a soft smile and turn back into your house. 

“Let me just put these in a vase, I’ll be right back!” you say. 

•••

You and Shino walk side by side, the sound of running water piercing your ears. You knew you should be coming up on the stream any minute now, not just because of the sounds, but because the area is familiar. Shino’s residence is not that far off, maybe a little over 15 minutes walking distance. You can recall the countless times you’ve both trained around this area, or even just relaxed after a long mission. It felt only right that he was taking you here. 

The trees open up and give way to the large stream and open field surrounding it. Shino leads you close to the water before setting down the basket and pulling out a thin sheet. He places it on the ground, flattening the corners and smoothing out the wrinkles, before he reaches his hand out to you. His delicate grip guides you to sit on the blanket he laid out, his large hand practically devouring your own. 

“You look very beautiful tonight,” Shino says softly, and you can’t help but giggle. 

“Thank you, Shino. I’d like to think I’m beautiful every day, but I guess tonight will suffice.” You sigh dramatically at the statement, wiping your hand across your forehead, before laughing again. 

“You’re right, I am a fool to have insulted such an angel,” he replies with a smile. “You look beautiful every day, but today? Exceptionally so.” He finishes, a little more seriously. 

He begins to unbutton his jacket, keeping it on but open so that you could see his entire face. His dark glasses dawn his face and he wears his headband as a bandana. Shino reaches across you, his large hand splaying across the basket as he drags it closer. He pulls out some two containers, each holding onigiri and a salad. Some fruit is also laid out on the blanket, as well as water and a bottle of sake. 

“Wow, you sure are fancy with the sake,” you say with a smile. 

“This is our first date, of hopefully many. I wanted it to be perfect,” he replies sheepishly. 

“I love it,” you start. “Anything you planned would have been perfect and I appreciate all the effort you put in. You’ve made me feel very special.” 

“You are special,” he says, but makes no movement. 

Grabbing the two small cups, you pour a glass of sake for yourself and Shino, before you each clink your glasses and down the warm liquid. The silence is loud, so you look out at the stream, watching animals race through the forest on the other side. 

“You’re awfully quiet,” Shino starts. “Are you comfortable?” 

“Yes I am, of course. It just feels weird to be on a date with my best friend. I’ve always felt safe around you, and I still do, it’s just that I never expected to be here. While it’s natural to be around you, it’s odd to be able to hold your hand if I wanted to,” you respond. 

“I understand what you mean. Clearly, I didn’t think this would happen, if you couldn’t tell by my outburst last week,” he says, scratching the back of his neck with a smile. 

He pours himself another glass of sake and downs it. 

“Personally, I’m nervous because I don’t know what is too much or too little. I don’t want to push something when you’re not ready. I feel like I still have to keep it a secret,” He says. 

“I just want things to be normal,” you say. “I want to have normal conversations, for the most part. This shouldn’t be weird. I’ve seen you in some pretty compromising positions, a date should be the least of our worries.”

“Compromising positions?” he asks. 

“Like when Kiba stole all your clothes and you were trying to break into your house in just your jacket,” you respond. 

Laughter erupts from Shino, deep and melodic, drawing you in. After that, the conversation flows easy. You share your lunch together, throwing some pieces to birds who wandered close to the edge of the blanket. Sake was poured until the bottle ran almost empty, not enough to be drunk, though. Just enough to feel warmth in your chest. 

Time passed quickly and you soon realized the sun was lowering toward the horizon, while the sky darkened. 

“Oh, I almost forgot your surprise,” Shino said. 

You perked up at the statement. “A surprise?” you ask. 

Shino reaches inside the basket once more, pulling out a small container before facing you. He opens it slowly, but you can already smell what's inside. 

“Dango!” you yell excitedly. 

“I know how you like your desserts,” Shino laughs. 

You carefully pick one from the container and begin to eat, humming happily. Shino does the same, watching as you enjoy the snack. Shino has always thought it cute that you get excited for food, your hum being a common occurrence. He watches as your body sways back and forth happily, and he can’t help but smile. 

“Oh,” you start, covering your mouth as you chew the dessert. “You don’t have to answer, but since we were both keeping secrets, I was just curious. I’ve liked you for many years now. When did you realize you wanted me more than a friend?” you ask. 

“Ahhh, that's a great question.”

He lays back on the blanket, folding his arms so that his hands lay beneath his head. Looking up at the sky, he begins recalling the story, as if he can see it being played out in his memory. You lay on your side beside him, propping yourself up on one arm and folding your knees, and admiring him silently. 

“It was about five years ago,” he starts. “The Akatsuki had attacked a village and most of the Hidden Leaf were sent to support, us included, since it was a small farming village. We were in recovery and evacuation. When we got there, it was worse off than we thought and while we could save some people, there was no way we could make it to the other side without running head on into the warzone. But you wouldn’t give up. You were yelling, calling people cowards because we didn’t see any way to save the rest of the community. I thought you were being stupid at first. Not thinking straight,” he looks over at you. 

“But then you went down on your knees and pushed your hands to the ground. You yelled at Sakura to heal you while you drained your chakra building a dome around the remaining area, yelling at everyone to run in and help any survivors. You kept that dome up for hours, building and rebuilding when pieces were destroyed, screaming in pain, but you wouldn’t stop. It was only when my kikaichu alerted me that everyone was safe, did you collapse from exhaustion. I carried you back, worried sick even though I knew you would be just fine. When you woke up in the hospital, you told me about your family. It all made sense, then, and I knew you were the only woman I wanted around me. Resilient, dedicated, and compassionate,” he finished. 

You’re silent for a moment, taking the time to memorize Shino’s features. The slight upturn of his smile, his sharp jawline and smooth skin. The rest of him, hidden from sight. But you don’t need to see that to admire him, to know that he is perfect. 

You hadn’t known he was the one to carry you back to Konoha. 

“That’s not what I expected, sounds a little scary,” you say, trying to add humor to the more daunting story. 

“No,” he replies. “It was beautiful.”

Shino rolls from his back onto his side, mimicking your position. He reaches over, pushing some of your hair away from your face. 

“What about you?” he asks. “What made you realize you wanted me more than a friend?” 

“It was four years ago. We were escorting the child of the wealthy family from the east. His name was Itsuki. It was a four day walk to their grandparents and you were so gentle with him. You spoke about the meaning of his name, how it matched my jutsu. When he was scared of the centipede, you were patient. You picked it up and brought it to him, letting him touch it slowly, too. After that, he asked questions about every bug we passed on the trip. You never got annoyed, stopped as many times as he wanted, and probably repeated yourself a hundred times. The night it rained, we stopped at that inn and all slept in the same room. When he woke up scared from the thunder, you opened your futon for him to join you. I watched you rub his back till he fell asleep again. I looked at you differently, then. You weren’t the kid I grew up with. You were a man, soft and gentle, patient and encouraging. I didn’t know how to tell you,” you trailed off. 

“I’ve secretly always loved children. I wouldn’t mind having a large family of my own one day. Honestly, I’ve thought pretty seriously about becoming an instructor at the academy,” he says. 

“I think you would be perfect for that, truly. That mission is one of my favorite memories of you,” you say. 

A light breeze rustles the leaves of the surrounding foliage, sending a shiver down your spine. Goosebumps raise along your arms, and Shino is quick to notice, patting them down and sliding his hand down your arm. The warmth startles you and your muscles freeze. 

“You’re cold? Let’s head back to my place and I can make us tea,” he says. 

Shino places all the dishes back into the basket and shoves the blanket in haphazardly. He shrugs off his jacket, reaching around you to hang it off your shoulders. You try to refuse, but he already has you locked against him. 

“Shino, you need your jacket,” you say, hurriedly. 

“No, I need you warm. I still have my sweater AND vest on, I don’t need the jacket, honey,” Shino responds. 

The name slips from his lips effortlessly, he doesn’t even realize. You go quiet, feeling butterflies dance in your stomach even though he’s the bug shinobi. He pats the sides of your arms before turning away from you, fastening the buckle on the basket and picking it up.

“Let’s get out of here,” he says.