SceneQueenWritingMachine

Warnings: caught masturbating, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, sloppy makeouts, p in v, switch! Takuma Ino, switch! reader, pussy eating, doggy style, messy sex, safe sex, reader has pillow princess moments

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Takuma sat at a random table in the back of the bar, sipping his drink idly. He was tired, but not tired enough yet. Tomorrow he’d be traveling, heading out with Nanami to investigate a mysterious string of incidents believed to be caused by either a curse or a curse user.

Over the course of the past three weeks, women had been found across the city not dead, but in a state of catatonia. None of them had regained consciousness and all of their medical scans showed normal brain function, which completely contradicted the way they appeared. They were all unresponsive with wide, unblinking eyes and slack jaws. Their bodies were rigid, but their lungs would expand and contract intensely with each ragged breath. All of the victims fit a similar general description: beautiful, college-aged girls. There was no chance that the perpetrator was a human, and the incidents seemed too specific to be some sort of hysteria. The victims had been found at seemingly random locations across the city, but with further inspection, it seemed like each woman was found exactly 1.6 miles from the previous one.

The case seemed complicated, and even with the known evidence, there was likely going to be a lot of reconnaissance before the perpetrator would be located. Takuma didn’t know how much he’d be able to help with the investigation, but he wanted to try his best, deeply hoping that the victims would wake up and return to normal after the curse was defeated.

He was lost in thought, trying to put the clues together to figure out what to do, but he simply didn’t have enough information yet. He was having trouble quieting his mind enough to go to sleep, so he thought getting a drink might help him relax a bit.

Takuma’s gaze drifted across the room, observing the patrons. There was a group of older men playing pool. The two that were at the table looked so serious, they made each move with the utmost concentration. The other men surrounding the table were gathered in two subgroups, watching the game intently. Based on the situation, he figured some kind of serious bet had been made. There was also a group of young women at one of the bigger tables in the room. One of them was wearing a crown and a “bride” sash across her body, they were all giggling and the shot glasses at their table were piled up high. ‘Definitely a bachelorette party’ Takuma thought.

As he continued people watching, he started dubbing over the conversations he couldn’t hear in his head. He saw a couple arguing and laughed to himself as he imagined the woman lecturing the man over skidmarks she found while washing his underwear. He also saw that one of the bartenders seemed to be trapped listening to a middle aged man in a top hat, probably being bombarded with bad jokes. As he tried to come up with what might be being said, the front door opened and the prettiest girl Takuma had ever seen walked in.

He watched as you sauntered over to the bar, giving a firm tap to the shoulder of the guy in the top hat. He seemed startled, but got up quickly and left. You never even opened your mouth, you just looked down at the man with a sweet smile and he bent to your will. You sat down in that guy’s spot and ordered your drink, the bartender seemingly extremely grateful.

All thoughts about his mission tomorrow dissolved from Takuma’s mind as he watched you. He was entranced by the way you brought your glass to your lips and took a sip. He had been staring at you a lot longer than he realized and you sensed his eyes on you. You turned, locking eyes with him for a split second, a gentle smile on your lips. Takuma jolted his head to look in another random direction, trying to pretend he wasn’t just staring at you. Heat rose to his cheeks as he tried to recover from getting caught. You were even prettier when you were looking at him.

Takuma’s phone rang, startling him out of his embarrassment. It was Nanami.

“Hello?” Takuma asked as he answered the phone.

“Ino, there’s been a change of plans,” Nanami's gruff voice rang through the speaker, ”I’m not going to be accompanying you tomorrow.”

“Huh?!” Takuma gasped, “I appreciate your faith in me wholeheartedly, but I don’t think I’m anywhere near smart enough to figure this case out on my own.”

“I didn’t say you’d be on your own, I just said that I personally won’t be the one accompanying you,” Nanami explained. “You will be meeting your new partner for this assignment at your pickup location tomorrow.”

With that, Nanami hung up, leaving Takuma a bit shocked.

“Oh well, I guess it’ll probably be fine,” Takuma said to himself with a sigh. He refused to let Nanami down.

The next morning, Takuma strolled to the pickup spot. Luckily, he did manage to get a couple hours of sleep the night before. It was only 11am. The drive to the city was about two hours, and the plan was to wait until nightfall to go investigate. The victims had all been found in the early hours of the morning, so it was predicted that the curse was active at night. The extra few hours between arriving in the city and going out to investigate was to be used to check into the hotel, go over the known information, and do a basic survey of the area. Takuma was relieved that there would likely be enough time for a nap and a decent, hot meal before getting to work.

Within 3 minutes of arriving at the pickup location, a sleek, black car pulled up. Takuma knew this was his ride and walked towards the tinted back seat. However, before he reached the door handle, it began to open.

Oh right, his new partner.

The first thing out of the vehicle was a pair of pretty, long legs. Then, the rest of the body emerged.

Takuma’s stomach dropped and his face flushed as his new partner was revealed to him. It was you, the beautiful girl from the bar last night.

“Hi! You must be Takuma Ino,” you beamed, holding your hand out towards him.

He reluctantly moved his hand out to meet yours with a shake. “Yup, that's me,” he managed to stammer out, trying to play it as cool as possible.

As you firmly shook his hand, you introduced yourself. Takuma wanted to let out an exasperated sigh to himself, but managed to stifle it. Your name was just as pretty as you were.

Instead of crawling back into the car through the open door, you walked around the back of the vehicle and got in on the other side. Takuma popped the trunk of the car, placing his duffle bag of clothes in the back. After he shut the trunk again, he climbed into the car through the door you left open and silently put his seatbelt on. Then, the driver pulled away from the curb and onto the road.

Takuma had no idea how he was going to survive a two hour car ride with you, he was practically choking under the lovely scent of your perfume. Also, there was barely any space between you, just the gap of the middle seat. He was trying his best to maintain a neutral expression, he couldn’t believe how calm you were in this situation. It was probably because you were the pretty one in the car, you probably just saw him as an average guy. Takuma was relatively confident, he thought of himself as somewhat attractive, but sitting next to you he just thought he was beyond out of your league.

After about 10 minutes of silence, you looked over at him and spoke up.

“I bet you’re wondering why I’m here instead of Nanami,” Takuma looked over at you, “ he didn’t tell me why he couldn’t make it, he only said ‘business came up.’ However, when he called me, he said it might be better if I’m assigned as your partner for this mission anyways. His reasoning was that I fit the description of the victims, so I might be good bait for the perpetrator.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Takuma mumbled. He was a bit worried about using you as bait, since he didn’t want you to end up like the other poor girls, but he figured you must be really strong and capable if Nanami hand picked you.

You gave him a bright smile, practically blinding him.

“Don’t worry, Ino, I’ll be fine,” you promised, as if you could hear his thoughts. “I guess we have plenty of time to get to know each other right now, maybe we should discuss our cursed techniques. We could figure out how we can coordinate and build off of each other’s skills”

Takuma smiled at you, easing up a bit, “yeah, that sounds like a good idea!”

As you spoke, Takuma couldn’t help but notice how sweet and genuinely kind you came across. Aside from your looks making you seem a bit intimidating, you really weren’t scary at all. He wondered how you possibly got that guy at the bar to leave with only a look. Part of him wanted to ask you, but the rest of him didn’t want to bring attention to the fact that he was watching you at the bar last night.

After you got a full understanding of each other’s techniques, you just started talking about yourselves. Takuma mentally joked that this was the closest he’d ever get to a date with you.

You explained your love of animals, emphasizing your affinity for cats. You told him about your high school days and early missions you went on. You even rambled about your hobbies and routines. Takuma decided he liked listening to you talk as much as he liked looking at you.

You also gave him a chance to tell you about himself, listening intently as he talked about his life and interests. He kept having to break eye contact with you as he spoke, your sparkling gaze flustering him. He hoped the car was dim enough to obscure his blush.

Eventually, to the dismay of the driver, your conversation became pretty loud and lively as you started exchanging jokes and funny stories. The fun conversation made the long car ride feel like it was only minutes. Before you knew it, the car pulled up at the hotel, dropping you off.

You and Takuma stood in front of the sliding glass door of the building, duffle bags in hand. Takuma walked in first and you followed as he led you to the front desk.

“The reservation is under ‘Nanami,’” Takuma explained to the receptionist.

She typed on her computer, pulling up the file. “Found it,” she said,”room 308.” She handed you each a keycard.

Takuma’s stomach dropped, only one room.

You maintained your cheerful, neutral expression as you thanked the receptionist and turned around to head towards the elevator. This time time, Takuma followed you.

The ride up was quiet as Takuma silently fidgeted with his hand. How was he going to possibly make it through the next week in a room with you?

You soon arrived at the room and scanned your keycard, opening the door. It was a sizable, two-queen room. Takuma realized that the room was likely purchased with the intent of him and Nanami sharing. The idea of him sharing a room with a pretty girl probably wasn’t even a thought when the reservation was made.

He watched as you hopped over to the bed on the far side, plopping your bag on it. Then, you sat at the desk and pulled out your laptop, opening up a map of the city to study.

Takuma walked over to the closer bed and put his stuff down. The sheets were definitely the premium, expensive kind, and the bed was covered in four pillows as hotel beds usually are. He had been looking forward to the idea of knocking out in such a nice bed, but now he worried that he wouldn’t be able to sleep at all with you only a few feet away.

He unzipped the back of his hightops, kicking them off as he proceeded to plop down on his bed, back against the headboard. Then, he pulled out his own laptop. He was mesmerized as he watched you shrug off your sweater, revealing your thin tank top underneath. Takuma gulped, finding it difficult to concentrate on his work since he was so focused on yours. This time, you didn’t turn around as he stared at you. You probably knew he was watching you, but you didn’t show it.

After a while of studying your computer, your typing and clicking stopped.

“Ino, come over here and check this out,” you called.

“Sure, hold up,” he responded, sliding off the bed.

He walked over and noticed you had plotted numbers at various locations over the map of the city. He was curious about what you could’ve figured out.

“I put the information about the dates and orders all of the victims were found in, I knew about the 1.6 mile pattern, but I found another,” you explained, “It seems like the assailant is going to strike at one of these three locations.” You pointed to three pins you dropped over the map, each one in a different alley, 1.6 miles away from the last numbered pin on the map. “However, there were gaps in the dates of the past attacks, and based on that info, he’s going to strike tomorrow. That gives us plenty of time to check out the locations firsthand and place traps based on what we can find. I think this case might be easier than we previously thought.”

Takuma’s eyes widened as you explained your findings. It was pretty easy for him to follow along as you showed him the links between the locations, but he couldn’t help but be in awe of how smart you had to be in order to decipher the pattern. Pretty, smart, kind, strong, you were definitely way out of his league.

Together, the two of you discussed your plan of action, finding a way to utilize both of your strengths while avoiding your weaknesses. Your technique complimented his, which was really lucky. Takuma figured Nanami not only picked you for your potential as bait, but also for your abilities.

After you were satisfied with your plan, you got up and walked over to your duffle bag, pulling out your toiletries. You then headed over to the bathroom to put them away.

Now that he was alone in the room, Takuma took a deep breath and let it out slowly with a heavy sigh. He knew if the curse didn’t kill him, being stuck in your presence would. He glanced around, surveying the room, then he walked back to his bed, unzipping his bag and shuffling through it. He had brought a couple changes of clothes, a tooth brush, toothpaste, and dammit… he forgot to pack any snacks. He hadn’t eaten all day and now it was around 4. The only thing in his stomach were butterflies and they were making him nauseated.

“I’m gonna go to the vending machine down the hall,” Takuma called out, “do you want anything?”

“No thanks!” you chirped out through the bathroom door.

“Okay, I’ll be back in a minute.”

Takuma pulled his shoes back on and grabbed his keycard. He knew he’d only feel more embarrassed than he already did if you had to let him in. He strolled down the hallway with furrowed brows, purchasing more snacks than he usually would’ve from the vending machine. He wasn’t the type of person to get very stressed out, it wasn’t stress that was bothering him at all. He was just filled with pent up energy that he knew he wouldn’t be able to relieve now that you were staying in the same room as him. For the next few days, the prettiest girl he’d ever seen in his entire life would not only be working alone with him, but also sleeping only a few feet away from him. Not to mention that he’d have to hear you changing and showering a wall away. Takuma wanted to pace the halls or go on a walk to clear his mind, but he didn’t want to leave you wondering where he was, so he just headed back to the room.

Once he opened the door to the room with his bounty, he saw that you were out of the bathroom. Now, you had your hair up and a fresh layer of gloss on your lips.

“Hey,” you smiled at Takuma as he walked over to the small table to deposit the bags of snacks.

“Hi,” he replied, unable to resist giving you a smile of his own, “what’s up?”

“I just wanted to let you know, we still have a while before we need to head out. I saw a few shops on the way here, so I’m gonna go check them out,” you explained. “You seem pretty tired though, you’ve got crazy bags under your eyes. You should take a nap while I’m gone, it’ll probably at least be a couple hours,” you continued, “I’ll get us some food on the way back, just let me know what you want and I’ll bring it.”

Takuma brought a hand to his face, feeling the puffy skin under his eyes. He was pretty tired, and he knew he needed to be at full strength. It wasn’t likely that you guys would encounter the curse tonight, but he couldn’t risk it, especially since he wanted to make sure he could protect you if it came down to it.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” he replied, “I saw a restaurant by those shops you were talking about, I’ll write down my order.”

He walked over to the desk, bending down to write his order on the complimentary hotel notepad. You followed him over, all Takuma had to do was turn around and hand you the note. He stood up straight again, holding the paper out to you. As you took it from him, your fingers brushed his, the tiny amount of contact sent a jolt of electricity through his body.

“Thanks, Ino,” you beamed.

Takuma thought you were just going to turn and leave, but before he could put his hand down, you grabbed it with your free hand.

“Oh, Ino?” you spoke up, causing his breath to hitch as you fully held his hand. “Don’t worry about the curse, this whole thing will be a piece of cake.” Your fingers lingered on his for a moment before you let go, giving him a reassuring smile.

He wasn’t worried about the curse, but something about the way you spoke to him eased his mind anyways. You turned away and walked to the door.

“Hey, thanks,” he called out. You gave him a hum of acknowledgement as you closed the door behind you.

Takuma walked over to his bed and plopped down face-first onto it, groaning. What the hell was he gonna do?

After a good fifteen minutes of rotting face-first on the bed, Takuma slowly rolled over and stared at the ceiling for a moment before eventually sitting up. He once again glanced around the room. The first thing he noticed was your open duffle bag of clothes still laying on the bed, he lingered on it for a moment before moving on. As his gaze panned, he noticed you even left your laptop on the desk, open and logged in. Takuma groaned at how easy you made it. He wasn’t going to go through your stuff like some pervert, but he did feel extremely sexually frustrated. Instead, he got up and grabbed a bag of chips, opening it and scarfing it down quickly. It didn’t help at all, so he grabbed a bag of cookies and scarfed them down as well while he tried to figure out what to do. He finally decided taking a cold shower might be the best move.

He slid the ski-mask beanie off of his head and tossed it on the bed, then he shuffled through his bag to grab a change of clothes. After he had everything he needed, he sluggishly dragged himself over to the bathroom and shut the door. He threw his change of clothes down on the closed toilet seat and grabbed one of the towels off of the rack above it. He then threw the towel over the shower door and turned on the water, stripping his clothes off and throwing them into a pile as the water began running. Finally, he stepped in.

The cool water felt good against his flushed skin. He stood under the shower head with closed eyes, allowing the water to fully coat his body. After he felt relaxed enough, he decided it was time to get clean. He opened his eyes as he turned to grab the dumb little hotel-issued complimentary shampoo bottle, but before he could grab it, his blood ran colder than the water. Earlier, when you went into the bathroom with your toiletries, you lined up your shampoo, conditioner, and body wash across the ledge of the shower.

It was like he couldn’t escape you.

Takuma considered himself a gentleman and wanted to respect you and your boundaries, he didn’t want to do anything stupid and put his feelings on you. He was trying his damndest to stay cool and release his sexual energy through healthy means, but he just couldn’t catch a break. There was a reminder of you around every corner.

Takuma contemplated what he should do for a moment, but then he caved, reaching for your shampoo instead of the hotel one. He popped the lid of the bottle and squeezed a small amount onto his hand, it smelled so nice. He lathered it between his palms and worked it into his hair before finally rinsing it off. He repeated the same process with your conditioner. Lastly, he grabbed one of the small bath towels and squeezed some of your body wash onto it, using it to scrub down his body. After he felt totally clean, he rinsed off and got out without incident.

As he dried himself off, he couldn’t help but feel kinda bad for using your stuff without permission. He tried his best to not let the guilt eat at him too much. Knowing what he knew about you, you were too nice to be angry at him for that.

After he felt dry enough, he pulled on his clothes. Then, he walked over to the sink counter and pulled out the hotel blow dryer. He didn’t like going too long without his beanie, since he needed it for his technique, but he knew wet hair under it was uncomfortable. He always preferred to dry his hair completely post-shower.

You had left your perfume and lip gloss on the counter, the two things that bothered Takuma the most about you. You smelled so nice, he wished he could just hold you close and bask in your scent, and your glossy lips were so inviting, it took all his willpower to not stare at them as you spoke to him. Takuma would do anything to kiss you, but he knew it wasn’t an option.

Takuma felt like a ticking time bomb. He groaned as he set down the blow dryer. He knew that there was no way he could keep suppressing his feelings, he also knew that this might be his only chance alone in the hotel room. It had been less than an hour since you left, and you said you’d be gone a couple hours. He couldn't waste this opportunity.

Takuma practically flew over to his bed, shoving his duffle bag to the side after pulling his beanie back on. He propped his head and upper back against two of the four pillows, and laid down, bending his knees and planting his feet on the mattress. Then, he looked to his left. The nightstand between the two beds had a tissue box, he’d easily be able to hide the evidence.

After Takuma felt comfortable, he let his right hand slowly run down from the top of his chest towards his hips. He let out a hiss as his wrist lightly ran over his erection. He was so painfully horny. He didn’t even feel bad for thinking about you, he knew it was better to get himself off to the idea of you rather than accidentally saying something weird to your face.

He thought of the way you smiled at him, the way your eyes would sparkle when you looked at him. He never felt worthy of receiving your attention, but he wished he was. He palmed himself over his pants, thinking of the way you might look at him in a less than professional setting. He thought of brushing your hair out of your pretty face so he could lean in and kiss your glossy, perfect lips. He whined out at the way just thinking about your face made his cock twitch. He squeezed his right hand around his erection a little bit tighter, adding slightly more friction, but not enough.

He let his left hand drift down to his lower belly, fingers dancing under the hem of his shirt. His skin was so warm, it was like the cold shower did absolutely nothing to help him cool off.

Takuma thought of you getting handsy with him as he kissed you, your own fingers running across his skin. He allowed his left hand to drift further under his shirt, pushing it up along the way. He knew he couldn’t keep teasing himself with the time constraints, so he brought his right hand up from his hard cock to the waistband of his underwear, slowly dipping his hand underneath.

His shirt had been lifted all the way up over his pecs and he began to play with his chest. He imagined you sinking to your knees in front of him as his right fingertips slowly began revealing his cock to the air. He imagined your pretty eyes, hazy with lust as you tugged his pants down, leaving little kisses on his abdomen. He lifted his hips a bit in order to tug his pants and briefs down his thighs. He cried out as the hot skin of his cock met the cool hotel air. He thought of your eyes widening at the sight of him, maybe you’d even lick your lips before you started peppering soft kisses down it.

Takuma’s tip was practically leaking against his abdomen and he groaned as he allowed his right palm to grab the base. He imagined how big his cock would look in your small, soft hands. As he began to stroke himself, he wondered what kind of lover you were. Did you like to take charge? Did you like to be serviced? He would do anything you wanted, whether you wanted to ride him or wanted him to fuck you into the mattress. Takuma knew your voice would sound so pretty whether you were commanding him or begging him.

Your voice… The way you spoke to Takuma drove him crazy. His right hand moved a bit faster as he thought about the pretty sounds you might make, left hand pinching and grabbing at his own nipples.

His breathing was heavy and ragged as he stifled the majority of moans and groans by biting down on his lower lip. His eyes were squeezed shut as he bucked his hips into his hand.

Takuma began to imagine you naked. He wondered what your breasts would look like outside of the confines of your clothes, probably even more perfect than they already looked hidden away. He also wondered how you liked to groom yourself and if you'd let him touch you in your most intimate areas.

He bet that you’d taste just as good as you looked and smelled. He would love it if you’d ride his face and use him to get off. Just the thought of tasting your perfect little cunt made shockwaves run through his cock. He squeezed his hand a bit tighter as he bucked up roughly, failing to stifle the whines and groans he was letting out. He wanted you so bad, his body was reacting like he needed you.

Takuma’s mind drifted towards getting to fuck you properly. He’d want to kiss you as he bottomed out. He knew you’d be warm and tight around him, he hoped he could fill you up just the way you liked. His theory about you was that you’d start out trying to take the lead, but you’d crumble into a whining mess once his cock was sheathed within you. He figured it didn’t matter, it was unlikely that he’d ever find out, so that’s the fantasy he chose to go with.

He fucked his hand with fervor. He needed to cum so bad, he felt like he was going to explode. He thought about you babbling and telling him how good he felt inside you, he thought about the way he'd praise you for being so good for him. He could practically feel the way you'd spasm around him as you orgasmed, tightening around his cock even further. In a perfect world, there would be no consequences if he came inside you, he wanted to so badly.

Takuma’s skin was on fire, beads of sweat dripping down his face, his freshly washed hair sticking to the back of his neck. He was squirming against the bed, leaving small red marks with his nails against his chest. His hips started stuttering as he lost rhythm, focusing on nothing but chasing his high. He was so close and-

Click

‘Oh no, oh no, oh no’ Takuma panicked internally, you were back early. As the doorknob began turning, all he could do was grab one of the extra pillows next to him and at least cover his cock.

“Y-you’re back early,” Takuma stuttered out once the door opened.

“Yeah, I was thinking about how I denied something from the vending machine earlier and got kinda hungry. I felt kinda bad about getting food without you, so I just picked our orders up and brought them back.”

You hadn’t looked at him yet. You were tapping on your phone, focused on whatever was on it.

Takuma knew there was no escaping this situation, so he tried to stay quiet. Any movement to make himself decent would catch your attention, he was sure of it. Maybe you’d go to the bathroom or something and he could pull his shirt down and his pants back up at least. He was praying that he'd find a way out.

You put your phone and bag of food on the counter with the microwave. Then, you turned around slowly.

Fuck, he had been caught.

Takuma cringed as he felt your eyes run over his body, your expression remained neutral. You saw that the hair poking out from under his beanie was sticking out wildly, you saw his red cheeks and damp, sweaty skin. Your eyes ran over his bare, heaving chest, shirt still bunched up under his armpits. Then, they ran over his abdomen, down to his legs, noticing that his pants pooled at his mid thigh. You chose to focus your gaze on the pillow his hands held over his crotch last. Once you had properly analyzed him, your eyes met his.

“What were you doing, Takuma~” you asked him coolly.

He tried not to let out a sound as his first name left your lips. Of course you knew exactly what he was doing before you got back, it was like you wanted to torture him.

“Uh… I- I’m sorry?” Takuma managed to stammer out, his face red with embarrassment.

A wicked smile flashed across your face for a second and you took a step towards him.

“Why are you sorry, Takuma~”

You did it again, this time he couldn’t prevent himself from letting out a frustrated groan. He felt so small under your gaze, he wished he could just disappear.

You took another step towards him. You were close enough to him that you let your left hand ghost over the hair of his thigh. Soon, you allowed your palm to fall onto the pillow he was using to cover his crotch with, settling between his hands.

You glanced down over his body, your expression calm and neutral. Takuma’s heart was pounding in his ears, he was feeling an uncomfortable mix of emotions. He felt humiliated, but he was still incredibly turned on. He had been so close to finishing, and although the click of the lock on the door made his cock soften, it quickly hardened again when he saw you. He knew the pillow was too thick for you to feel him, he was partially annoyed that he couldn’t feel the pressure of your hand, but just the thought sent his mind reeling.

Your eyes met his again, lids heavy. You applied slightly more pressure to the pillow, just enough for him to feel it. You reveled in the gasp he let out.

“Can I see?” you asked, your voice syrupy and sweet.

Takuma took a sharp breath of air through his nose.

‘Why would you want to do that?” he asked nervously.

“Mm, I bet you look nice when you touch yourself,” you responded lazily.

Takuma felt like he was going to pass out, it felt like all of the blood in his body was accumulating in his cock, not allowing circulation anywhere else.

He felt vulnerable as you stared down at him. He watched as you slowly lifted your hand from the pillow, bringing it to your side to rest. The ball was in his court and you were patient as you waited for him to make the next move.

Takuma felt paralyzed under your gaze, but soon, he reluctantly began to pull the pillow off of himself. He held his breath as he revealed the rest of his body to you, nervous about what you might think.

He let out another hiss as his cock hit the cool air again. He almost missed the tiny moan you let out as you chewed on your bottom lip.

“So cute…” you mumbled. Your eyes were glossy and clouded. Takuma was nervous, but the way you were reacting to him made him want to continue.

He slowly wrapped his right hand around the base of his cock, giving it an experimental tug. He gauged your reaction before deciding that you were serious when you implied that you wanted to watch him jerk off.

With each flick of his wrist, he got more confident. His strokes began to get bigger as he allowed himself to relax under your intimidating stare. He didn’t think it would take long to cum, but he had lost what he had built up earlier.

Takuma slowly allowed his left hand to drift down and cup his balls, groaning at the contact.

You were mesmerized as you watched his hips involuntarily bucking up into his hands. He was whining and moaning, his eyes closed and brows furrowed.

“I was right,” you sighed, “you look so good like this, Takuma.”

He hummed out a strained ‘thanks,’ losing himself to the pleasure.

Your hands remained relaxed at your sides, not making any moves towards touching him or yourself. However, your breathing was getting heavier and heavier. The only thing you did to try to relieve the pressure building up within your body was squeeze your thighs together. Watching Takuma fall apart was one of the most incredible things you’d ever witnessed.

His hips began to stutter and lose their rhythm as he fucked up into his hand. He knew the pressure inside of him was going to peak soon. Takuma didn’t say anything to you about being close, he knew he was being pretty obvious about it. His left hand released his balls and reached towards the tissue box on the nightstand, but you grabbed his wrist before he could pull a tissue out.

“No, please, I wanna see,” you whined.

“Oh, o-ok baby,” Takuma strained.

It was all too much. He was so warm, his hand felt so good with your praise. He didn’t want to let you down.

The cord within him snapped as he was pushed over the edge. His hips slowed into tiny thrusts as he shot thick ropes of cum across his chest and stomach, crying out from the release. He came so hard, for a second he didn’t even know if he'd come down from his high.

Once he calmed down a bit, he slowly opened his eyes, curious about your reaction.

“S’ good for me,” you praised as you watched him release his spent cock, which dropped against his abdomen with a gentle smack. He once again felt vulnerable as your eyes met his, they were almost as glossy as your lips.

You took another step up towards the headboard, reaching out your fingertips to brush against his torso.

Takuma took in a sharp breath as you ran your fingers through the sticky mess he had made across his belly. You let out a pleased sigh as you felt his cum gather on your fingertips.

He watched as you brought your fingertips to your pretty lips, gently parting them so you could have a taste.

You let out the prettiest moan of satisfaction as you licked your fingers. The noise making blood once again rush down to Takuma’s cock. You were absolutely filthy, and he loved it.

“You do taste as good as you look, Ta,” you sighed out.

“Mm, I was wondering the same thing about you,” he replied, using his arms to boost himself up and sit against the headboard, scooting over to make space for you.

“Good,” you drawled, “we’re on the same page then.”

You sat down on the side of the bed, now eye level with him.

“I want to kiss you,” he said.

“Yeah?” you smiled before continuing, “please do.”

With that, Takuma gently cupped the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. His lips felt so good against yours. You whined out involuntarily as he deepened the kiss.

You soon kicked off your shoes, took out your hair clip, and climbed over him, effectively straddling him. You may have been the one on top, but Takuma was taking the lead.

Your palms rested on his chest as he kissed you, not caring about how sticky they were getting. You felt his teeth graze against your lower lip and you opened for him in response. The kiss was getting sloppy as his tongue invaded your mouth, pressing up against yours. A droplet of spit dribbled out of the corner of your mouth and down onto his already messy belly. Takuma brought the hand that wasn't behind your neck down to your hip, guiding you against him.

You cried out into his mouth as your clothed pussy made contact with his cock. Takuma forgot that although he already came, you hadn't even touched yourself. He couldn't imagine how pent up you must feel. Still, you were patient as you allowed him to guide you. Your body felt so good against him, better than he ever imagined.

You moved your hands off of his body and down to your tank top, leaving sticky handprints on it. Although it was hard for you, you forced your mouth off of Takuma’s and pulled your shirt over your head. Then, you kissed him again.

Takuma moved his big hands off of your hip and neck so he could feel the bare skin of your torso. His fingertips leaving sparks against you as they wandered. Your hips found their own rhythm against his as you continued to make out.

Soon, Takuma moved his fingers to the back of your bra, unhooking it. You allowed it to fall to your lap as his large hands found your breasts. You moaned out again into him, bringing your fingertips to graze the hairs on the back of his head under his beanie. He thumbed your nipples and kneaded you, his rough hands feeling wonderful against your soft skin.

It didn’t take long before Takuma released your breasts and rolled you onto your back. Your head hit the extra pillow that had been underneath the one he used to cover himself with. He broke away from the kiss and looked at you, his hands on either side of your head, knees between yours, cock bobbing against his torso. He finally took a moment to study your body.

“Wow, you really are perfect,” he cooed, feeling a lot more confident than he did earlier.

Your face flushed as you looked up at him, suddenly very bashful.

“It's been hard being around you,” you explained breathlessly, “wanted you since I saw you at the bar.”

He groaned out.

“You do a great job of hiding your emotions,” he teased, “kinda wish I had that talent.”

“I heard you through the door earlier. You were really quiet, I could just barely hear, but the way you sounded was making me crazy. Tried my best to play it off when I walked in, but I couldn't help myself,” you babbled.

Takuma felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him, but he quickly dismissed it. It didn't matter how he got into this situation, all that mattered was the fact that he had a pretty girl to take care of underneath him.

He leaned down again to kiss you. He moved his right hand to your breast, balancing himself on his left. The feeling made you squeak into his mouth.

He had been right about you. You took control when you first caught him, but the second you actually got involved, you were completely pliable to his will.

As the kiss became sloppy again, Takuma felt your fingertips ghost over his cock. His shirt had fallen down over his chest when he maneuvered himself over you, but his pants and briefs were still around his thighs. He groaned as your fingers wrapped around him and slowly began to pump up and down.

“You’re really good at that, y’ know that, sweetheart?” He murmured between kisses, tiny gasps escaping his lips.

“Mm, I want more Ta-,” you whined, “please fuck me.”

Takuma’s cheeks tingled, blushing at your words. He felt lucky beyond belief that you even wanted to give him the time of day. If he was being honest with himself, he was grateful that he didn’t get his ass beat when you caught him. He never would’ve expected you’d end up underneath him, practically begging him to fuck you.

“Yeah? How do you want me?” he asked, pulling off of you.

You responded by pushing him back until he was sitting on his knees. Then, you flipped yourself over, burying your face in the pillow with your ass in the air.

“I want you to fuck me like this, Takuma,” you purred.

Takuma bit his lip as he let one of his hands run down your back, settling on the swell of your ass.

“I like this angle,” Takuma approved. “Only one problem… I already came and I don’t have any protection,” he mumbled.

“My back pocket,” you responded, slightly muffled by the pillow.

Takuma slid his hand across your butt, reaching into the pocket with the lump. Sure enough, you had a small, square, foil wrapped package in your pocket.

“Wow, you really are dirty,” he teased, “seems like you wanted this or something.”

“I bought a box when I was out, just in case,” you explained, “when I heard you through the door, I slipped one into my pocket.”

Takuma smiled to himself, you really knew how to plan ahead.

He tossed the condom on the bed next to him and reached around your torso. He found that you had already popped the button and zipper to your jeans as you laid on your stomach. Takuma hooked his fingers under the sides of your pants and slowly tugged them down, leaving your panties on.

“These are cute,” Takuma observed, referring to your underwear.

“They’d be cuter off,” you mumbled in response.

“I agree,” Takuma mused. He began slowly peeling your underwear off of your body, watching as the fabric slowly slipped off. “Holy fuck, dude,” Takuma whined, “you’re so damn wet.” He was mesmerized by the way strings of slick connected your pussy to the crotch of your underwear.

You whined out at his words.

Once your panties were pulled down to your knees, Takuma couldn’t help himself. He took a handful of your ass and used his thumb to run through the folds of your wet cunt. He licked his lips as he watched a bead run down the hood of your clit and onto the sheets beneath you. You must’ve wanted him really bad.

“Baby, can I please have a taste?” He asked you.

You nodded vigorously against the pillow in response.

With both of his hands on your asscheeks, Takuma leaned down and licked a flat-tongued stripe up your cunt, starting at your clit. You cried out from the sensation as he hummed against you. You could hear tiny bubbles forming and popping as he lapped up the wetness that was practically pouring out of you. You weren't sure if you had ever been this turned on in your entire life.

Takuma was absolutely savoring every drop that came out of you, you tasted better than he could’ve possibly imagined. He swore that if the curse somehow managed to kill him tonight, he’d die a happy man, knowing he spent part of his last hours alive eating you out. He reveled in every muffled moan and squeak you let out as you squirmed against him. He was determined to make you cum on his tongue.

Your fingers were buried in the pillow, the sheets, anything you could get your hands on, you felt like you were going to float away into the abyss if you didn’t consciously anchor yourself down. Takuma had switched from lapping at your entire cunt to focusing his attention on your clit, nose practically inside of you. Every gentle suck he gave you made you practically scream into the pillow, and the hums of pleasure he released against you weren’t making it any easier. He was acting like this gave him as much pleasure as it did you. As he began to find the perfect angle, you started trembling uncontrollably.

“R-right there Takuma,” you whined, “if you keep going I might c- cum.”

He hummed a small ‘mhm’ in approval, a smile forming across his lips, which were currently wrapped around your clit.

Your squirming soon got a lot more intense. Takuma had to wrap his arm across your lower back to hold you still, desperate to not lose the angle he found. You were practically sobbing as your toes curled and uncurled from the pleasure. The pressure in your abdomen was building up exponentially by the second.

“Ta.. Ta- please, I’m gonna- so soon,” you sobbed out.

Takuma’s determination to make you cum on his face was relentless. He maintained his position and movements as he sucked your clit. Humming in a way that sounded like he was trying to praise you. It was all too much, everything felt too good, too perfect.

There was nothing in the world that could prevent your cord from snapping, so it did.

You screamed as you came, luckily muffled by the pillows so as to not alert the other hotel patrons. You didn’t care if they heard though, a huge part of you wanted the world to know how good Takuma made you feel.

Takuma’s sucks at your clit calmed down as you relaxed, he kept pace with you to prevent overstimulation. Once he felt you were cooled off enough, he pulled his face away.

“Where did you get so good at that,” you mumbled.

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” he teased punctuating the end of his sentence with one last lap at your cunt. He chuckled as you involuntarily jumped from the overstimulation.

“Hey, no fair,” you whined.

“You seem to like it though,” he smiled. You looked cute in your post orgasm glow, with your ass in the air and face buried in the pillow.

You moved some of your hair out of your face. You didn’t turn to look at Takuma, but you let your gaze fall back from your current position.

“Takumaa, you’re still hard.” What an astute observation.

“It’s difficult not to be hard around you, babe. I think I’ve spent the majority of the time I’ve known you hard,” he lightheartedly admitted. “It’s only amplified by the view I’ve got right now.”

“Why don’t you fuck me about it then,” you grumbled.

Takuma’s grin only widened, “anything for you, princess.”

Takuma sat up straight and reached for the little foil package he tossed next to himself earlier. Your heart was racing in anticipation as you heard him tear it open. He rolled the condom onto his cock and then adjusted his positioning, scooting up to align with you. You couldn’t help but wiggle your butt back towards him. Once the tip of his cock hit the folds of your pussy, he spoke out.

“Okay, are you ready?”

You nodded into the pillow, “yes, please, I need it really bad.”

Slowly, Takuma pushed his cock past the threshold of your cunt. You were mewling out before he even got the whole head of it into you. He was chewing down on his lip with each little pulse of your pussy around him. You were so damn tight, he wanted to at least get all the way in before he lost himself. You were so warm and wet and inviting, Takuma couldn’t even imagine how good you’d feel without the condom. Little did he know, you were thinking the same thing.

The second he fully sheathed himself inside of you, Takuma groaned out your name. “Feels so good, I can’t believe you’re all mine.”

His words went straight to your pussy and you cried out as you pulsed around him. You only saw Takuma for the first time at that random bar last night, and you had only met him six, maybe seven hours ago at most, but him calling you ‘his’ drove you crazy. He filled you up perfectly, he took such good care of you, he put on a wonderful show for you, if that’s what being ‘his’ entails, that’s what you want to be more than anything else. In response, you rutted your hips against his.

Takuma sighed out as he began to slowly thrust into you. He wanted to pace himself and didn’t want to push your limits, but your pussy sure did feel like heaven. The tiny sounds you were letting out egged him on, but he was waiting for your signal.

“Takuma, you can go faster,” you encouraged after a few seconds of adjustment.

Takuma picked up the pace and vigor of his thrusts in response. He was groaning and whining at the way you kept tightening around his cock, babbling out your name. You weren’t doing any better, if you were being honest with yourself, you were probably doing a lot worse.

The both of you continued to get louder as Takuma fucked into you. He wasn’t going too fast, but his thrusts were hard and with purpose. He soon brought his hands to your hips and rubbed soothing circles against your skin, lightly using you as leverage for his thrusts. As he continued to fuck you, his pace began quickening and he was getting rougher with you. You started crying out his name and sobbing against the pillow as he buried his cock within you. His grip on your hips got tighter and tighter until he eventually started yanking you down to meet his thrusts.

“Holy sh-shit, you’ve got such a great body,” Takuma whined out along with your name as he roughly fucked up into you. “Wanted you so bad, didn’t think I’d be good enough,” he continued to babble.

In response, you reached your right hand behind you, holding it out to him. You were too far gone to respond with words, but you hoped he’d get the message. Takuma did see your hand and met it with his own. Him holding your hand felt so intimate, and it was exactly what both of you needed.

Soon, though, Takuma started finding it difficult to hold himself up, so he bent over your body, his chest meeting your back. He used his left hand to try and hold himself up, releasing your right hand and snaking his arm around your body to play with your clit. Your eyes were tearing up and your brain was completely hazy, he did everything right and it was sending you over the edge.

You moaned and whined as you felt him peppering kisses over your back. He knew exactly what to do, he did everything to make you feel as good as possible. Even with his cock already buried inside of you, you wanted him so bad.

“Perfect girl,” Takuma breathed against your skin, “love you, love your body so much, love you.”

You squirmed and whined against him feeling yourself getting close as his fingers found the perfect rhythm against your clit. You were too cock drunk to even notice that he said he loved you.

“Takuma, I’m getting close,” you cried, “I wanna cum with you so bad.”

“I’m getting there too,” he strained out in reply, “gonna fill you up.”

Takuma’s thrusts started becoming erratic, he was having trouble maintaining the rhythm of his hips. He made sure to focus as much attention as he could on maintaining his movements on your clit. You didn’t say anything, but he noticed your toes curling and you started trembling the way you did the last time you came, your squeaks and moans getting louder through the pillow.

He picked up his pace and noticed your movements change. You were about to cum, and so was he.

You screamed out and Takuma groaned into your ear as both of you hit your highs at the same time. His hips stuttered against you as he shot his load into the condom. You were shaking intensely against him and praising him relentlessly, your pussy continuing to constrict his cock. You were obsessed with the way he moaned your name into your ear, the sensation of his warm breath against you and the sound of your name on his lips prolonged the effects of your orgasm. You felt so good that you didn’t even know if you were capable of ever being stressed again.

Eventually, Takuma slowly pulled out of you. You let out an annoyed whine at the loss of the feeling of his cock, but soon came to. You lifted yourself up on your hands and reached for the tissue box to help Takuma clean up the condom. Once you grabbed a tissue, you turned around to look at him.

“OH MY GOD,” you burst out laughing. He gave you a puzzled expression. “Takuma, your face!”

Sure enough, his face was completely shiny, mostly around his chin, nose and mouth, but there were even a couple drips over his forehead and at the base of his beanie. His appearance gave you a pretty good idea of how completely soaked you were when he ate you out.

After he slipped off the used condom, tied it off, and wrapped it in the tissue, he reached his hand up and felt his face.

“Well, my chest was already a mess, so I guess it’s not that big of a deal that my face is too,” he laughed, “all was worth it in my opinion.”

You smiled at him and pulled him towards you for a kiss. “I really like you, Takuma,” you giggled.

Your words reminded him that he accidentally told you he loved you, but he decided that was a thought best to ignore. He met your lips and kissed you, the both of you smiling into it.

Eventually, you both pulled your pants back on and escaped the afterglow of sex, ready to head on with the rest of the day.

“I guess we should probably get showers before heading out, kinda sucks that the last one I took didn’t count,” Takuma stated.

You hummed in agreement. However, the idea of showering reminded him of something.

“I’m so sorry, but I totally used your shampoo ‘n stuff earlier,” Takuma admitted.

“Oh, that’s fine,” you replied, a smile laced throughout your tone, “I feel like men usually forget stuff like that, so I brought the big bottles with the intention of you using them too.”

Takuma let out a sigh of relief, “well that’s nice, guess I wouldn’t expect any less than you.”

“Of course,” you beamed.

Out of nowhere, Takuma’s stomach rumbled, loudly. He groaned in embarrassment.

“Oh fuck,” you remarked, “I forgot about our food, at least our room has a microwave.”

“Yeah,” Takuma chuckled, “you’re probably pretty hungry too, so let’s eat and then shower.”

You agreed with his suggestion, “sounds good, gotta be at our A game to deal with that curse.”

Takuma’s mood dropped slightly for a second, the mission. He almost forgot that the only reason you were with him right now was because of the curse that’s been messing with young women over the past few weeks. He also knew that with your brain, the case would be solved quickly and you’d part ways early. He hoped that after all was said and done, you’d be willing to go on a real date with him. But for now, he was going to enjoy the meal you brought him and take a shower. He smiled to himself, he couldn’t ask for better company than you.

“Oh, Takuma,” you piped up, “your bed is probably gonna be kinda gross until room service changes out the sheets. You're welcome to sleep with me in mine when we get back tonight, if you want.”

Warnings: mildly dubious consent (they're both high), porn with feelings, body worship, fingering, blow jobs, p in v, riding, floor sex, extremely light angst, friends to lovers

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“Funny seeing you here,” a voice rang out behind you, “it’s been a while.”

You turned around, a gentle smile spread on your face when you saw him.

“Yeah, it has, Genma.”

You never would’ve expected to see him at the market, you had hardly seen him at all over the past couple years. Things weren’t like they were when you were teenagers anymore, you had both grown up and were now in your early thirties, basically living in different worlds at this point. You mostly worked at the academy training the next generation of ninja, hardly going out into the field anymore. You wanted to settle down and start a family, while he remained one of the most active shinobi in Konoha. You had never even given thought to the idea of him grocery shopping, with how little he was around. You figured he just lived off of the rations and food pills he received on missions. Yet here he was.

He stood in casual attire, simple black pants and a turtleneck. You didn’t think you had seen him like this since your early twenties. He still wore his bandana with his signature senbon hanging from his lips, though. He hardly looked like he had aged at all, his face was still smooth and youthful, unaffected by the stress of the job. He looked at you with soft eyes and a relaxed smile.

“It’s the first time I’ve gotten a couple days off in forever, so I figured I’d run some errands like a normal person,” he let out a slight chuckle. “I know it’s been a long time, but I couldn’t resist the urge to say hi to an old friend, so,” he trailed off, “hi.”

“Hi,” you replied. You couldn't help but fall into his charm.

“So, how has the academy been treating you?” he asked. “I know kids can be a handful, so I applaud you for putting up with them,” his tone was lighthearted, a bit more sweet than you’re used to with him.

“I’ve been doing fine with the kids,” you chuckled, “you’re right, they can be a handful at times, but these children really are incredible. I can already tell the future of our village is in good hands.”

“Well, you have always liked kids, I’m surprised you don’t have any of your own yet,” he remarked.

“I would if I could, but I haven’t found the right guy yet,” you explained, “ I wanna do it right, ya know?”

“Yeah, I get it. I know you’re the type of woman who would do anything to give your children a good life, I guess making sure you find a good dad for them is pretty damn important,” he replied.

You wondered if Genma ever thought about having a family. He always struck you as the lifelong bachelor type, never settling down. He seemed to really care about his job, always active and busy, but he never seemed too stressed. He liked helping people and protecting the village, he was born to be a ninja.

“I think you’ll find him though,” Genma continued, “I think any man would be lucky to have you.”

“Thanks Gen, I appreciate it,” you smiled. You didn’t expect him to ever say anything like that, but his words warmed your heart. He had always been a genuine guy, but he tended to be a bit more of a smartass. Maybe it was the casual setting, but you liked this side of him.

“I’ve got a few more errands to run and I know you have to get your groceries home, but I was wondering,” he trailed off for a moment. “If you aren’t busy, do you wanna come over to my place and light one up like old times?” he asked. “I still live in the same apartment,” he added.

You thought about it for a moment.

“Yeah, that’d be nice,” you replied, “just give me a time and I’ll be there.”

“How ‘bout 8?” he suggested.

“Yeah, that’s good for me.”

It had only been around 1pm when you ran into him, but something made you want to finish your shopping and get home as soon as possible. Somehow, seven hours didn’t feel like enough time to get ready. Maybe you were just excited to go to an old friend’s house and hang out, not confined to the setting of a mission. You hadn’t been to his apartment in almost ten years. Sure, you had seen him plenty of times since then, you had often been assigned on missions together. You really only stopped seeing him over the past two years, since that was when you transferred to the academy. It was only natural that forgetting about the stresses of life and relaxing with a friend sounded appealing, but you couldn’t help the way your heart rate picked up thinking about it. After all, when you were younger you’d hang out with all of your friends at his apartment, but now it would just be you and him.

Once you got home and put away your groceries, you headed to the bathroom for a much needed shower. You spent a bit longer than you usually would, but you were basically operating on autopilot with your shave-day routine. After you finished in the shower, you got out and put on a nice outfit, then you proceeded to dry and style your hair. Finally, you finished up by applying your usual makeup. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but feel pretty.

It was still only 6:30 by the time you finished getting ready, so you cooked up a light dinner and ate. You knew that you and Genma would be having snacks later, so you didn’t want to overdo it. After you finished eating, you checked yourself in the mirror one more time, smiling. You looked at the clock, it was 7:30, exactly the time you needed to leave to arrive at his place by 8. You were a very punctual person, after all.

You felt nostalgic as you walked the familiar streets. You reminisced about your younger days when you and all of your friends would head to Genma’s to get high after a night of bar hopping. The next day when you showed up to get your mission briefing, you’d all be hungover. The Hokage would always chastise you all for your irresponsibility, yet you’d always end up doing it again. Eventually though, you did end up quieting down and everyone found their niche. You don’t remember when it happened, but one day everyone just got too busy to hang out, all of the shared meals, cheerful banter, and partying just stopped.

‘I guess we all had to grow up someday’ you thought to yourself.

Soon, Genma’s apartment building came into view. You didn’t know why, but nervous butterflies started flying around in the pit of your stomach. You approached his door and knocked. After a few beats, he opened it.

“Perfectly on time as always, come in,” he invited, stepping to the side so you could pass him. His tone was relaxed and casual as usual, with a slight drawl.

You smiled at him and stepped in. His apartment hadn’t changed at all in the past decade. It still had the same posters and artworks covering the walls, you wondered if he just never had the time to change the place up since your early twenties. He had the lights dimmed with the radio playing quietly in the background, it was the same atmosphere that always made his apartment the best place to get faded.

“I’m sure you already have some, but after I ran into you, I decided to buy some extra snacks. I know you always get the munchies really bad, so I hope your favorites haven’t changed in the past ten years,” you laughed.

He smiled, shaking his head to signify that they hadn’t changed. He then gestured to the kitchen bar for you to put down the grocery bag you brought.

“Thanks,” he said, adding in your name, “feel free to make yourself comfortable while I roll up.”

You nodded, complying. You walked over towards his bed, sitting on the floor with your back against it. Somehow, the floor always felt the most comfortable. You watched as he walked over to the desk under his window, opening the drawer. After all this time, he still kept his weed in the same place. He proceeded to grind up the flower and then expertly rolled up the joint. It reminded you of the time when you asked him to teach you, but your sad attempt of a joint ended up just falling apart. You tried again and again, but eventually decided to suck it up and let him keep doing it. You never quite got the hang of rolling.

You studied him as he placed his senbon on the desk and picked up the joint, bringing the paper to his mouth. You were hypnotized by the way he darted his tongue out to lick the edge, adhering the rolled joint together. A slight flush rose to your cheeks, but you shook your head to snap out of your trance before he turned around to come sit by you. Once he settled on the floor to your left, he set the ashtray that had previously been on his desk between you and passed you the unlit joint.

“What a gentleman,” you teased.

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” he smirked, lifting his lighter to the end of the joint between your fingers.

After it was lit, you dropped your head against the bed, brought it to your lips, and took a long drag. You felt the tension that had been plaguing your body lift as you exhaled the smoke. You were beginning to feel the most relaxed you had in a long time. Then, you smiled over at Genma and passed him the joint.

You watched as he angled his head back against the bed the same way you had to take his own drag of smoke. He had heavy lids and his jawline was partially obscured by the hair that his ears separated from the back of his head. He was the embodiment of relaxation, perpetually in a calm mood, even before feeling the effects of the weed. He pulled the joint away from his mouth, and after a beat, he parted his lips, blowing out the smoke towards the ceiling.

After he handed the joint back to you, Genma got up, heading to the kitchen. He grabbed the family size bag of chips from the bag of snacks you brought and opened it, eating a couple as he walked back to join you on the floor again. You took your drag, and then he traded you for the bag. You weren’t too hungry, so you didn’t eat any of the chips, but you still accepted it to free up his hands.

After a couple more puffs each, you guys finally began loosening up, transitioning into lively chatter. You told funny stories about your experiences at the academy, like all of the times your students said wildly inappropriate things. You explained how hard it was to reprimand them, since it took all of your effort to not just burst into laughter.

“Damn, kids really do say the darndest things,” he chuckled, “where do you think they’re learning how to talk like that?”

“I have no idea,” you shrugged. “I guess we weren’t too much better in our academy years, but it does seem they’re learning more and more over time. I don’t think we were that bad, though,” you added, with extra emphasis on ‘that.’

He then told you about the time he was sent on a mission to take care of an old lady in one of the neighboring villages while her family was traveling.

“It was the worst. She was pretty easy to take care of, but I did have to bathe her and help her dress. She just wouldn’t stop flirting with me,” Genma explained, “you thought the mouth on those kids was bad? That’s not even a fraction of what this woman was like. Imagine me trying to do my job and put clothes on a fully nude 85 year old who won’t stop talking dirty and ‘flaunting’ her body at me.” You were trying so hard to hold in your laughter. ”’Oh, you’re such a handsome boy, and a ninja?! I bet you have a great body under there’,” he mocked in his best old lady voice, “‘I bet big boy Mr. Ninja could make ‘ole granny feel like a young woman again.’” You were practically rolling with laughter. “She’d be running her old lady hands up and down my vest while batting her eyelashes. Do you know how hard it was to get a bra on her? It was such a nightmare to get her decent, and every time I got something on her, she’d try to pull it off again, like I’d fall in love with her or something if I saw her naked constantly. Now that I think about it, maybe she was just an exhibitionist. The worst part was, before her family left after I arrived and when they returned, she’d revert to this quiet, helpless, sweet old granny persona. They had no idea what she was really like!”

There were tears of laughter beginning to well up in your bloodshot eyes. “I forgot that for as many dangerous missions there are, there are even more silly and mundane ones.”

He took another hit and smiled. “Yeah,” he sighed, “I want to say it’s not what I signed up for, but sadly, it is.”

The joint was starting to burn too low now, so Genma snuffed it out in the ashtray he placed between you earlier. He got up and walked to the kitchen again, this time pouring you each a glass of water. He passed you one of the glasses and walked back over to the desk to roll another joint. There was an unspoken vibe between the two of you that you both wanted to get too high to worry about anything else.

“Thanks, Genma,” you praised, raising the glass to your mouth for a sip.

He hummed in acknowledgment as he worked. His back was turned to you, but you were still captivated by his movements. Your mind wandered in your haze, thinking about nothing and everything all at once. You were too spaced out to notice when he walked back over to you.

“Here,” he spoke up, catching your attention.

In the time your mind was wandering, he had already sat down and lit the joint. Now, he held it up to you. Instead of taking it with your own fingers, you just leaned into his and took a hit. You were a bit too dazed to really pay attention to your actions, not noticing as he watched you with heavy lids and a lazy smirk. You weren’t looking at him, just gazing at the wall across from you. Once you were done and exhaled the smoke, he leaned back and did the same thing.

“Thanks for inviting me over, Genma,” you mumbled, “you’re really sweet, I’m glad you’re my friend.”

“Always,” he replied, a smile evident in his tone.

It wasn't long before you began rambling about your life, the things you wished you did with your friends, your worries, your dreams. The weed was making it too hard to shut up, you just had to get out everything that was on your mind. You both stared blankly at the wall, but Genma still listened to you intently.

After a bit, you decided you had enough and stopped smoking, but he continued to smoke a bit longer. Once he felt satisfied, he set the joint on the ashtray between you. You don’t know how long you were rambling to him, but eventually you stopped and fell into a comfortable silence.

Neither of you knew how long you sat in your shared daze, just slowly blinking at the wall. At some point, you rolled your head to the right and saw the clock above his stove. You could at least make out a 1, but you weren’t sure if it was midnight or 1am.

After you stared at the clock for a while, you slowly rolled your head back over to the left and looked at Genma. He felt your eyes on him and soon, rolled his head to look at you as well.

Your heavy-lidded, bloodshot eyes made contact and you studied each other. You had no idea what he was thinking, but you couldn’t help but admire him. His pretty, brown hair fell around his face perfectly, his soft skin was illuminated by a beam of moonlight that escaped through a gap in his drawn blinds, his expression was completely neutral, but it still managed to draw you in.

He began to slightly lean in towards you, you wouldn’t have even noticed the fraction of an inch closer he got if you weren’t paying extremely close attention. Your heart fluttered and picked up a beat, but you couldn’t stop yourself from mimicking his movement, leaning in a tiny bit closer to him.

The tension in the air was so thick, you could hardly breathe, but you were too high to get flustered. He leaned in another fraction of an inch, and so did you.

His face was expressionless, but you didn’t need to read his face, you could practically hear his thoughts.

You glanced at his lips for a second as he leaned closer and you realized how bad you wanted this. Your heart was pounding in your ears, but you moved your gaze back up to his. His look said it all.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you both leaned in, closing the gap.

The second his lips met yours, a jolt of electricity buzzed through your skin. Maybe it was the weed making you sensitive or maybe it was because Genma was the person you were kissing, all you knew was that it felt like heaven.

He leaned further into you, deepening the kiss while bracing himself with his right palm on the floor behind the ashtray. He reached his left hand across his body and cupped your cheek, fingers threading their way into your hair. Soon, he nipped at your bottom lip. You opened your mouth for him in response, allowing his tongue to meet yours. The smell of weed and the taste of him was utterly intoxicating. You wanted more and more, but you didn’t know if it was possible to get enough.

Genma reveled in the sweet little sounds you made as he made out with you. He slowly began to push you back, gently moving towards laying you down parallel to the bed so he could crawl over you. However, before he could get very far, you put your palm on his chest to stop him.

He pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting your lips to his. He gave you the cutest confused look you’ve ever seen in your life, but you just gave him a sweet smile in response.

Slowly, you began pushing him back towards his original seat against the bed. He allowed you to move his body freely. Once he was in position, you crawled over to him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Then, you put your hands on his shoulders for support and lifted your right leg to swing it over his lower body. Now, you were straddling him.

Genma looked up at you, a cocky grin spreading across his handsome face. You lifted your hands from his shoulder to the back of his neck and pulled him into another kiss. He could feel the happy grin on your lips as you kissed him and he couldn’t help but smile back into you. He moved his hands to rest on your hips, thumbs dipping up under your shirt and rubbing soothing circles against your skin.

Genma couldn’t believe how right your lips felt against his, it was like you were made for him. You’ve known each other for over two decades now, how did it possibly take you guys this long?

You had been straddling him with your knees rigid. Your hips had been hovering above his as you held yourself up, but you decided it was time to lower yourself down. Butterflies shot up through your stomach and you let out a soft sigh as you felt his erection against you.

Genma couldn’t help but use his hands on your hips to help guide you back and forth against him, letting out his own little groans of pleasure as you continued to kiss him deeply.

Your fingers slowly moved themselves up from the nape of his neck into his hair, one hand reaching up to slide his bandana off his head. He didn’t mind as it fell off and onto the bed behind him. His hair was disheveled, but you didn’t care. You figured it would only continue to get messier.

As you continued to lazily grind against him, Genma pulled away from your mouth. He then leaned in to start leaving love bites across the column of your neck. In response, you angled your head up to give him easier access. You moaned out as you felt his teeth graze against your skin, your fingers fully entangling into his hair.

You felt so warm. Every single one of his touches sent sparks across your skin. You could only imagine how wet you were getting as his clothed cock rubbed against you. You were trying to remember if a man had ever made you feel this good before, but you couldn't think of any times. Genma has barely touched you and it already feels like he’s the only other person in the world, like he was made for you.

Once he was satisfied with his work on your throat, he moved one of his hands from your hip to up to pull the neck of your shirt to the side. His lips met the junction between your throat and shoulder and he began to bite and suck there. You didn’t care that he was stretching out the neckline of your shirt, and you didn’t care if he left visible marks on you for all to see. All that mattered was feeling him against you.

The hand that remained on your hip moved further up under your shirt and he began gently rubbing up and down across the warm skin of your side, his fingertips grazing the bottom of your bra.

After a moment, Genma decided that he was satisfied with the purple bruises he littered across your neck and shoulder. He moved his fingertips to the hem of your shirt and tugged. You got the message and stopped grinding your hips against his, finding balance. You untangled your fingers from his hair and lifted your arms up, allowing him to slowly lift your top over your head. He dropped your shirt and rested his hands back on your hips, looking up at you with lust-blown pupils as you straddled him in only your bra. You needed him to touch you, you needed to get rid of the barriers between you, so you brought your arms behind you and unclasped your bra, allowing it to fall from your shoulders onto his lap. You quickly reached down, grabbing it and then tossing it into a random section of the room.

“So pretty,” he praised, once again sliding his hands up your bare skin. He now allowed them to rest on the underside of your breasts, thumbs grazing over your hard nipples. “Can’t believe it took this long…” he trailed off.

“Genma, please,” you don’t know what you were asking him for, you just needed more.

He leaned into the apex of your right breast, latching onto your nipple. He gently massaged the area around it with his hand, kneading your other breast with his other hand as well.

You cried out as he sucked, your hips again jolting into his. He couldn’t help but meet you with tiny thrusts of his own. You couldn’t believe how collected he appeared, you were falling apart over him and he didn’t even seem to mind how little you were touching him. If only you knew how much worshiping you got him off.

Eventually, he decided your right breast had enough attention for the time being and he switched to the left. His fingers slid easily across the spit-soaked skin of your right breast as he moved to knead it. You could hardly handle the feeling as he rolled your abused nipple between his fingertips.

It was all getting to be too much, you had to feel him. Your fingers dug into the fabric of his turtleneck against his back as he sucked you. You needed it off, you needed to touch him.

He soon got the message and pulled off of you, quickly discarding his shirt.

You sat back on his hips as you studied his body. You giggled to yourself, remembering the story he told you about the horny old lady he had to take care of. Her prediction was right, he really did have a perfect body under his baggy clothes. He was lean, not super massive, but still toned and fit. There was a dusting of light freckles across his shoulders and a smattering of tawny hairs down his lower abdomen. He leaned back and gave you another cocky smile with heavy-lidded eyes as you ogled at him. As much as he wanted to take care of you, he didn’t mind the attention.

You reached out and lightly ran your fingers down the contours of his chest. You felt lines of tight scarred skin under your fingertips at points, but his scars were a lot like yours, long since faded. You were so grateful that he didn’t seem to have any recent wounds. You knew it was part of the job, but the idea of him being injured made a tear begin to well up in your eye. Working at the academy, it was rare for you to get injured now. You were really only in danger during emergencies, since of course it was still your responsibility to protect the village as a ninja. But Genma, he was still on active duty, he could be called out on a mission at any time, he could get injured at any time, he could die at any time. He wasn't yours, you had barely even seen him in two years, but you couldn't bear to lose him.

You managed to break yourself out of your negative thoughts almost as quickly as they began. You think Genma noticed the slight falter in your expression, but he didn't say anything. You were usually a pretty positive person, so you attributed the weed to making you a bit more emotional.

You brought your arms to drape around his neck and kissed him again. In response, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you flush against him. As you sat on his lap, chest to chest, heart to heart, your kisses were deep and sensual.

The room was filled with hums and sighs of pleasure, along with the sound of the ambient radio playing in the background. You felt his hands drift under the waistband of your pants and underwear to grope at your ass as he guided you across his clothed erection. It felt so good, your eyes rolled every time you even thought about what was hiding under his pants.

Lucky for him, your waistband was stretchy. Genma didn’t even need to pull your pants down, he just angled his wrists out and they slowly rolled down on their own. Once the entirety of your ass was revealed to the air you lifted your legs up one at a time, allowing him to help you completely discard your pants. After they were fully off, he stopped kissing you and angled his jaw to the side so he could rest his chin on your shoulder. He reached his right hand between your legs from the back and ran a finger through your sopping wet cunt.

“Gen-!” you cried out, practically falling limp against him. You could almost feel the smirk he had on his face as he moved to pump his index and middle finger in and out of you. You couldn't see him, but you knew his mannerisms well enough to get a good idea of what face he was making. His left hand was groping your ass as he worked you with his right. You were involuntarily pushing your hips further onto his fingers, you needed everything he could give you.

“You're doing so well for me,” he purred, his voice low and erotic.

You were quiet, biting your lip as you tried to muffle your squeaks of pleasure. Your hands were buried in his hair as if it was the only thing grounding you. Your nipples were being stimulated as they rubbed against his bare chest, blessing you with yet another wonderful sensation.

After a few moments, he pulled his fingers out of you. You whined in annoyance, but he gently shushed you, kissing your shoulder in comfort. He then reached further under you until his middle finger came in contact with your clit, his thumb now replacing where it had been previously.

You sobbed out a high pitch moan as he rubbed circles around your clit. He found the perfect angle and you could feel your impending orgasm bubble up. You were panting and mewling as he worked you.

Genma knew you were getting close by the way you were squirming against him, it only egged him on. He kept a steady pace as he rubbed gentle circles around your clit, knowing consistency was the easiest way to make a woman cum. He had found the perfect angle for you and he wasn’t going to waste it.

“You’re doing such a good job,” he whispered into your ear, enunciating your name at the end. “It’s okay, sweet girl, you can cum for me.”

You nodded your head vigorously

“Wanna cum for you, Genma. Wanna be your good girl,” you babbled between moans.

Your heavy panting soon picked up speed and you stopped being able to hear anything over the beating of your heart. Your body was already trembling as you approached your climax.

Genma continued to praise and coo at you, he knew this was it.

“Gen-, gonna-,” was the last thing you managed to get out before your orgasm hit you. You let out a choked scream as your eyes rolled back. You saw stars as Genma worked you through your climax with more gentle circles on your clit. Soon though, you started trembling really hard and you were beginning to get overstimulated. Genma didn’t want to be mean, so he pulled his hand away from you and you slumped against him.

Now it was his turn to groan as he felt your bare, soaked pussy land atop the outline of his clothed cock. He knew how ready you were for him, your slick had dripped down the back of his hand all the way to his wrist as he fingered you earlier. He could hardly wait to feel you around him.

Genma lightly held you, bringing his right hand up to pet your hair. He didn't even care that he was getting it sticky with the release you dripped onto his hand earlier.

“Hey, hey,” he cooed, coaxing you out of your slump.

You pulled away from him and looked up at him with your pretty, bloodshot eyes. You backed up off of his lap, fully nude and perfect. Genma was entranced by your beauty, his high making you seem nothing short of a goddess. He watched as you reached out and placed your hand over his cock. He groaned out and lightly bucked up into you as you palmed him.

“Genma, I wanna see,” you drawled.

“Anything for you,” he smiled in response.

He moved to hook his hands under the waistband of his pants, lifting his hips to roll them down. You watched him intently, slowly blinking as he revealed the rest of his body to you. He was absolutely perfect.

Your mouth watered at the sight of him. His hair was disheveled and sticking to various parts of his flushed face, his chest was rising and falling with heavy inhales, and his perfect, thick cock bobbed against his lower abdomen. He swallowed as he watched a drip of slick from your cunt roll down your inner thigh.

You reached your right hand out and wrapped your fingers around his cock, rubbing small circles over the head. His cock was heavy and warm with a drop of precum threatening to roll down the tip. Genma groaned and sighed as you familiarized yourself with it.

You leaned over, maneuvering yourself to rest on your stomach. You couldn't bear to not taste him, so you allowed your tongue to lick over the tip, picking up the bead of precum that had been resting there. He tasted absolutely divine.

You gently wrapped your lips around just the head of his cock, licking and sucking the tip. Your hand pumped the lower part of his shaft. Your movements were slow and lazy, his panting and groaning encouraging you. You knew you could easily stay here, sucking his delicious cock for hours, but today wasn't the day.

Genma moved his fingers to your head, lifting you off of him. He proceeded to guide your lips up to his again and you crawled up to meet him.

His kisses were so soft and deep, you never thought he would be such a sensual lover. You always figured he'd be more of a player, quick and rough, just from his personality. But he never actually talked about his sexual exploits, not even when you and your friends were all young and horny. Right now, he was treating you like he loved you, it warmed your heart and broke it all at once.

Now you were straddling Genma again, this time the both of you were fully nude. Your slick pussy caught against his cock every once in a while as you moved against him. His hands came down to rest on your waist, helping guide your hips back and forth over him.

Soon, you began getting impatient. You reached between your bodies and grabbed his cock, angling it towards your cunt. But before you could sink down on him, he stopped you. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes.

“I-,” he stuttered out, “I don't know if I could ever be the man you're looking for, the man you deserve,” he trailed off, “but maybe just for tonight.”

His words made your bloodshot eyes well up with tears. You just smiled at him and leaned in to kiss him again. He brought one of his hands to your cheek and wiped away the stray tear droplets.

As you kissed Genma, you still held his cock angled towards your core. You sank down on it, and both of you sighing in relief as he bottomed out. He filled you up so perfectly, stretching you in all the right ways.

You pulled away from the kiss and wiped the stray strands of hair away from his pretty face. His eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed as you began riding him, small moans were escaping his mouth.

You were letting out sounds of pleasure as he ran his hands across your body. Everything felt absolutely perfect, and your shared high made you so sensitive, increasing your pleasure exponentially.

Genma soon opened his eyes as he guided you up and down. He noticed your gaze was fixed, watching his cock disappear in and out of you. Eventually your eyes made their way back up, locking with his.

In that moment, a wave of images flashed through Genma’s eyes. He saw how you looked when you first met, how you teased him growing up, even though he only ever played along, never giving you the satisfaction of successfully messing with him. He saw your pretty smile when you and your friends went on a picnic, he spent that whole day trying not to let it slip that he was absolutely enamored by the beauty you exuded in your sundress. He thought of the way you laughed loudly when you were high, not caring about anything else. He saw the bittersweet expression you gave him the day you told him that you were going to transfer to the academy, no longer joining him on missions. He even saw memories of things that never happened. He saw you on your wedding day as you walked down the aisle towards him, he saw you pregnant with his baby, and he saw you surrounded by your shared children.

Genma was absolutely in love with you. He wanted to be the man you chose to spend your life with, but right now he didn’t have a life to give you. It hurt, the idea of you settling down with someone else, but he couldn’t hold you back for his own selfish reasons. He had to let you fly free and make your own choices, it wouldn't be fair to prevent you from building a family now by making you wait for him.

His face wasn’t showing the complex emotions he was feeling, it just conveyed the pleasure of great sex. Genma couldn't help but pull you flush against him again. If he couldn't have you forever, if this was his only chance, he needed to feel all of you right now.

You were mewling and whimpering against him, pussy tightening as he thrust up into you. He felt so amazing and you couldn't get enough.

Genma began peppering kisses against you, against your face, your neck, your shoulder. He then brought a hand between you and started rubbing circles around your clit again.

You were practically sobbing against him as you bounced on his cock. He knew he wasn't going to last long either. Your name escaped his mouth, and his escaped yours. You were babbling praises and he was showering you with affection.

“Where do you want it?” he asked as he strained against you.

“Inside, Gen, please I need it inside,” you cried out.

“Are you sure? I won't do it if you aren't sure,” he choked out.

“Yes Genma- please, I need it, I trust you,” you responded.

His heart fluttered at the sound.

The feeling of him inside of you and the pressure he was putting on your clit was too much, you were about to cum. You could tell that he was about to as well.

You screamed out as your orgasm hit you, his hitting at the same time. He pulled your body as tightly against him as possible as he milked himself into you, letting out a mixture of praises, expletives, and your name.

He couldn't remember the last time he came this hard, and neither could you.

As you came down from your shared high, your heartbeats slowed and your bodies relaxed. He hugged you and rubbed soothing circles on your back.

He wanted to tell you he loved you, but he knew he couldn't. He knew saying it would come with expectations, expectations he couldn't meet. The last thing he wanted to do was break your heart and hold you back from your dreams.

You leaned back, pulling Genma in for another deep kiss, his cock still buried inside you. This kiss was gentle, it wasn't a kiss of lust, but one of pure love.

He melted into you, smiling.

“Genma, thank you, thank you for taking care of me,” you praised. You wanted to tell him you loved him, but you knew it would only put a pressure on him that he didn't need. You really had always loved him, but you never acted on it. You knew he would always be just out of reach.

Eventually, you began to get up, smiling at him as you pulled off. You found your panties and pulled them on, along with your shirt. Once you were slightly decent, you walked over to his bathroom to go take your post-sex pee and freshen up.

As the bathroom door closed, he got up and found his briefs, pulling them on. He picked up the ashtray with the half smoked joint and put it on his desk, he also cleared away both of your discarded water cups.

He was undeniably tired, the late hour mixed with the weed was starting to hit him. So, he crawled into his bed.

After a few minutes, you walked out of the bathroom and saw him in his bed, pressed up next to the wall. He left his covers folded over, inviting you to get in.

“Come here,” he smiled, “ I’m not gonna make you walk home at this hour, especially not in the state you’re in.”

Your face lit up with joy and you ran over to crawl into the bed with him, settling with your head against his chest, his arm wrapped around you. You both breathed in a slow, steady rhythm, quickly drifting off to sleep.

You woke up with sunlight filtering through the gaps in Genma’s closed blinds. For a moment, you forgot where you were, but you quickly remembered. You were engulfed by Genma’s scent, his heart was beating under your ear, and his arm was still wrapped around you. You smiled to yourself as you blinked away the sleep.

You slowly angled your head up to look at him and his eyes met yours, he was already awake. He smiled at you with pure adoration.

Warnings: semi-public blow jobs, dacryphilia, face fucking, biting, friends to lovers

Notes: I imagined the characters in their early 20s when I wrote this. Neji is mentioned to still be alive, so the story isn't fully canon-compliant

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You had been uncharacteristically quiet at dinner. It was the first time you and all of your friends were able to get together in a long time. Sure, many of you ended up in groups together on missions, but that wasn’t really hanging out. Today, however, you were all able to kick back and relax, enjoying eachothers’ company. You had all met up at a local restaurant that was open late, or at least they stayed open for you guys. You weren't really sure, but it was sweet regardless. The food was delicious and the chatter was lively, but you mostly sat back with a quiet smile. Nobody seemed to notice or care too much, though. Shino noticed, but didn't say anything. He thought it was rare for anyone to be quieter than him at a gathering. He could understand Hinata being a little bit quieter, since she was shy. However, you weren't exactly the shy or silent type. He couldn't help but wonder what was up with you.

Your gaze wandered across the table. Naruto and Choji were having an eating contest, with Lee cheering them on. Hinata was a blushing mess since you and the other girls made sure she got the seat next to Naruto. Neji, Shikamaru, and Tenten were chatting casually about something and Sakura and Ino were lightheartedly bickering. Whatever argument they were having ended in giggles. Shino sat adjacent to you, he was unreadable, not responding or reacting to anything. Shikamaru was sitting directly to your left, and Kiba was to your right.

“What idiots,” Kiba said, gesturing towards Naruto and Choji, “is it bad that I kinda want to join them?”

You weren’t sure if he was talking to you, but you couldn't help but chuckle.

He turned to you. “Do you think I should join them?” he asked.

“Only if you want to be an idiot too,” you replied, amusement laced throughout your tone. You soon turned back to your food, going quiet again.

He thought it was kinda weird, usually your banter with him, or anyone for that matter, would last a bit longer. Also, usually you’d initiate interactions with your friends, or at least jump into conversations you were interested in. There had to be an interesting conversation at this table that you’d want to jump into, right? These were your closest friends and you rarely had a chance like this to socialize. Once Kiba came to terms with the idea of you wanting to be left alone, he eventually did jump into the action surrounding Lee, Naruto, and Choji.

You smiled to yourself. He really is just a stupid boy, it's one of the charming things about him.

Eventually, all the food was eaten and the chatter began dying down. You had all stayed at the restaurant into the wee hours of the morning. As much fun as you guys were having, you were also extremely exhausted. Slowly, your friends started leaving, some in pairs and some on their own. You were pretty content and comfortable, so you ended up hanging around until everyone else left. Well, almost everyone. You got up from your seat at the table and stepped outside.

“Hey, you wanna walk back together? We’re going the same direction, it might be kinda awkward if we just kinda follow each other home.” His words caught you off guard, of course you were going to walk home with Kiba, you always did. His place was just a couple blocks down the street from yours.

You looked at him, a puzzled expression on your face, “we always walk home together, I thought that was a given.”

“I don’t know, you’ve been really quiet tonight. I asked ‘cuz it seemed like you might want space or somethin,” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze drifting to the ground as if avoiding eye contact.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry. I guess I’ve been spaced out a lot tonight. It doesn’t have anything to do with you or the others, I could actually use the company right now. I honestly didn’t notice how out of it I’ve been,” you explained.

“Okay, I’m just not used to seeing you all quiet. Usually you’re the life of the party,” he said with a slight chuckle at the end.

You looked at him and smiled warmly, “let’s get this show on the road then.”

“You got it!” He hoped you didn’t notice the blush rising to his cheeks. Luckily his clan markings were there to deflect suspicion. Something about the way you smiled at him made his heart rate pick up.

It was a beautiful night. The sky was clear and the stars were bright. The full moon illuminated your path as you walked at a leisurely pace. Neither you nor Kiba were in any rush to get home. It was late, but the air was warm and although you hadn’t shown it much all night, both of you were in high spirits. Everything felt comfortable with Kiba, he was easy to talk to, but he was also just nice to be near. Both of you were usually pretty outspoken, but silence with him was nice too. There were no other people on the street, nothing was happening at all. Just you and him and the sounds of birds chirping. It was nice to just be.

Eventually, you broke out of your thoughts and glanced over at him. He walked with his hands in his pockets. His brows were knit and he was chewing on the corner of his lip, clearly lost in thought. You studied his face, but he didn’t seem to notice. His hair was fluffy and swaying in the summer breeze, his skin was warm and golden. Your eyes followed the projection of his nose, then over his lips and cute little fangs, and to the curve of his jawline. You always thought Kiba was cute, it was the first word that came to your mind when you met as children, but you had never stopped and really looked at him before.

You broke the silence,“Kiba, you know, you’re kinda beautiful, right?”

He was instantly caught off guard and let out a snort, “WHAT? You’re such a cheeseball, dude.” He was trying to stifle his laughter, but he failed miserably. “That was one of the worst things I’ve ever heard, how did you say it with a straight face?”

You rolled your eyes. “I guess that was pretty bad, but it broke you out of your weird thought trance,” you told him with a giggle.

“You’ve been in a thought trance all night! I spaced out for a sec, but with you I can practically hear the cogs ticking,” he jabbed. Although he thought you were joking with your dumb pickup line, he couldn’t help but feel butterflies in the pit of his stomach. He never really thought of having feelings for you, or maybe he just didn’t think about the feelings he had for you. You were such a bro to him. He tried to think of you as one of the guys, since you were so chill to hang out with. However, memories of you all dolled up in dresses and applying lip gloss in front of him bubbled up. The way you’d brush your hair and style it to perfection. He even thought of the times when you, Sakura, Tenten, Ino, and Hinata would form your ‘no boys allowed circle’ and whisper and giggle with each other. He couldn’t help but wonder if boys were one of the topics you all gossiped about. Most girls are boy obsessed, right? He wondered if you liked anyone. Although he thought of you as one of his bros, he also really liked how much of a lady you were. Pretty and polished, fun and smart, you were the real deal to him. He just hadn’t noticed until you smiled at him right before starting the trek home, that’s what got him so lost in thought.

You playfully nudged him with your shoulder, he stumbled a foot to the side. He proceeded to do the same thing back to you, this time making you stumble. You kept repeating these actions back and forth, starting with a giggle, but eventually bursting out in full on laughter. After a while, you stopped, your laughter died down and your faces both fell to relaxed smiles.

“You know Keebs, I’m glad I have someone like you in my life, you're pretty cool. Walking home would be pretty damn boring alone.”

His face went bashful again. “You gotta stop saying stuff like that. It almost seems like you like me or something.”

You hummed in acknowledgement. Boys are so stupid and oblivious. Now you fully understand what Hinata has been going through with Naruto. The thing is though, you’re a lot bolder than her.

You and Kiba turned down the last alley before your street. It was pretty narrow and cut between two tall buildings. The alley was a bit dark and creepy, but it beat traveling all the way around the wall of buildings. Kiba was humming to himself and you trailed behind him. However, halfway down the alley, he noticed your footsteps were no longer audible behind him. He turned around.

“Why did you stop?” He asked.

“I was just thinking…” you trailed off.

“Yeah, you’ve been doing that all night,” he cocked a brow. “Why’s this time any different?”

You took a step closer to him, and then another. Again, his heart rate picked up. You stood practically nose to nose with him. He studied your face with furrowed brows, usually he could figure people out pretty easily, but all he could tell right now was that something was off.

“Kiba, I wasn’t joking earlier.” His breath hitched. “You are really pretty, and nice…” you trailed off again and his breathing went shallow. You lifted your fingers to his chest, gently pushing him towards the wall of one of the buildings bordering the alleyway. You leaned into him and whispered, “... and, you smell really good, it was so hard to even function sitting next to you at dinner.”

A surge of energy shot through his body, his eyes went wide and his head fell back, hitting the wall behind him. He made eye contact with the moon and realized what was off about you all night. You were just really fucking horny. He never thought of you as the type, that’s why he didn’t clock it before. Boys tend to have dirty minds, so of course he had his fantasies, but he was oblivious to the idea of you thinking those kinds of things. He had figured girls were too put together to get turned on like that.

“Kiba?” You broke him out of his thoughts for the second time.

He slowly turned his head back down to look at you. The expression on your face sent him reeling. The flush on your cheeks was illuminated by the moonlight. You had heavy eyelids and hazy eyes, your dark lashes framing them perfectly. You looked so pretty, and so damn hungry. Was this really all for him? He wondered how he got so lucky.

You spoke up again, teasingly, “it’s not like you to be left speechless.” Your hands drifted down from where they had been planted on his chest, fingertips gently trailing down the front of his abdomen. He had his leather jacket unzipped tonight due to the warm, summer air. It was such an innocent decision, but now the implications have changed. The only thing that separated your fingertips from his bare skin was his thin, mesh undershirt.

You waited for him to say something, unable to read his expression. Your heart was racing, did you make the right choice? You definitely felt the speed of his heartbeat when your hands were on his chest, but maybe it was due to shock more than it was shared feelings.

He broke the silence, “jeez woman, you really are bold.”

“Yeah? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” you asked.

A wide grin spread across his face, “you tell me, sweetheart.”

In an instant, his hands found residence on either side of your face, fingertips lacing into your hair. He pulled you closer to him, closing the last couple inches of space between you with a kiss. You let out the cutest little gasp, eyes fluttering closed. The sound sent another shockwave through his body. You clenched your fists around the part of his shirt where your hands were resting, fingertips finding their way through the gaps in the mesh. Kissing him felt so damn good. His lips were so soft and the way he nipped at you with his perfect, pointy teeth was amazing. Your chest felt so tight, it was hard to breathe, but you couldn't find it in you to pull away from him. The kiss got deeper and deeper. Your fingertips fell lower, first grazing the waistband of his pants and then drifting under his mesh top. You ran your fingertips up over his bare skin and then raked your nails down the front of his abs. Now it was his turn to groan, and it was the prettiest sound you had ever heard.

You suddenly pulled away and looked at him. His pupils were blown and he was panting.

“Heh, what did you pull away for?” He asked, slight disappointment in his tone.

You flashed him another smile, but this one was laced with mischief. You were clearly planning something.

You slowly sank to your knees, not breaking eye contact with him. His head rolled back again. He closed his eyes as it hit the wall, taking a deep breath to regain composure. After he felt calm enough, he looked back down at you. Your face hadn’t changed, your eyes were still sparkling up at him and your wild smile hadn’t faltered. Now that you had his attention, you could continue with your plan.

Your right fingertips wrapped around the hem of his shirt, you quickly shoved it up over his left pec, palm grazing over his sensitive nipple. Your left hand perched on his right hip. His chest was heaving, eyes fully clouded with lust, his skin was flushed a pretty pink and he was biting his lip so hard you thought he might draw blood. You slowly leaned in and began leaving love bites. He began letting out tiny noises each time you bit him, your kisses felt like heaven against his warm skin. One of his hands fell to the top of your head, gently petting your hair. His other hand was braced against the wall.

Soon though, kisses and gentle nips didn’t feel like enough. You began littering his abdomen with deep purple bruises, but he didn’t seem to mind.

It was getting hard for him to keep his hips against the wall. He was desperately trying not to buck up into your chest. He had been hard since you first whispered in his ear, but now it was starting to get painful. Luckily, you caught on.

You brought your left hand down from his hip and gently brushed it against the prominent bulge in his pants. His teeth released his lip and his eyes rolled back. He let out the most audible noise since you started touching him.

“Are you trying to kill me?” he asked, but it almost sounded like a statement.

You hummed against him before replying. “I could make it worse, Ki-ba~,” you said, annunciating each syllable of his name in a sultry tone. You leaned back.

Kiba opened his mouth, trying to think of something clever to say in response. However, he ended up deciding not to say anything, shutting his mouth once again.

Your right hand let go of his shirt, fingers once again grazing down his chest and abdomen. They drifted through the cute little patch of hairs on his lower belly and then came to rest upon the waistband of his pants. Your left hand pulled away from his bulge and then wrapped around the side of his right thigh, just above the knee. Once you were situated, you leaned in and placed your lips around the outline of his clothed erection. This time it was your turn for your eyes to roll back. He really did smell amazing. Maybe it was just your raging hormones and the pheromones emanating off of him, but you almost felt like you were going to pass out from being so close.

Kiba could barely hear anything over the pounding of his heartbeat, this whole situation was so incredibly hot. He was trying his best to stifle the little gasps and moans that threatened to escape his mouth. His body was rigid, he didn’t want to mess anything up, but the feeling of your mouth was so nice. The contact wasn’t direct, but the way the fabric of his pants was dampening from your saliva sent his mind spiraling.

You pulled away, sitting back on your heels. “You know you can loosen up Keebs, it’s just me~”

“Babe, I think you’re forgetting we’re in an alleyway, practically out of the open, we could get caught,” he pointed out.

“Does that mean you want me to stop?” you asked innocently.

“Fuck...” he thought about it for a moment taking a deep breath. “No,” he breathed out, “I guess it is the middle of the night, and we haven’t seen anyone since we left the restaurant.”

“Okay.” You smiled, now both of your hands were at the waistband of his pants, fingers dipping under them. “Then Kiba, may I?” you asked,” please?”

Your puppy dog eyes and slight pout were impossible to ignore, he nodded his head. That was all the confirmation you needed.

You took a deep breath and began slowly pulling his pants and briefs downwards, uncovering more and more of the hairs that trailed from his belly button downwards. Once you got to the base of his happy trail, you knew it was time. You pulled his clothing down over his bulge. His cock sprang up and slapped against his abdomen. It was such a pretty sight. He had a delicious upward curve, a pretty pink tip, uncut, you were practically drooling at the mouthwatering sight.

“Stop starin’ at it, you’re making me feel all vulnerable n stuff,” he said, looking away from you with a blush.

“Sorry, you just look really nice.”

He looked like the most erotic piece of art you had ever seen. His mesh undershirt had fallen down when you let go of it, but you could see all the hickies you left across his body through the gaps in the fabric. His eyelids were heavy and his hair was wild, falling in pretty waves that framed the top of his face. His lips were parted and puffy, swollen from the earlier kisses and the bites he used to muffle his sounds. His skin was dark and tan, with a beautiful pink flush. He looked ethereal under the moonlight.

He couldn’t deny how cute you looked, either. Your small hands holding the waistband of his pants a quarter of the way down his thighs, your eyes big and shiny. The shadow of his cock over your face only added to how pretty you already looked.

You leaned in a little closer, starting by taking one of his balls into your mouth, sucking gently.

He groaned, “jeez, you’re crazy, you know that?”

You hummed in response, the vibration adding to the wonderful feeling your mouth was giving him.

After a few moments, your right hand let go of his pants and you lifted it upwards. Your thumb was the first thing to touch the tip of his cock, then you let your palm and the rest of your fingers wrap around the upper half of it. You used your thumb as leverage and began to pump up and down, gliding with small strokes. You released the ball you were sucking on from your mouth, moving your attention to the other one.

You watched his eyes close. His brows were knit and his jaw was clenched tight. He was trying his best to maintain his composure, he had a funny feeling that you were just warming him up.

He was right.

“Hey hey, Kiba, look at me,” you said gently.

He opened his eyes again. He looked down to see your mouth had pulled off of him, but your hand was still lightly pumping him. He lifted his hand off of your hair and used his fingers to smooth out what he had messed up. Then he brushed the hair that had fallen into your face behind your ear.

“Are you ready?” you asked.

He nodded vigorously.

He watched as you moved your hand from the head of his cock down to the base. The anticipation of you lowering it towards your glossy, spit stained lips was almost agonizing. Then his head reached your mouth. You started by giving it a gentle kiss, and then a couple kitten licks while lazily pumping the base. Finally, you wrapped your lips around him.

He couldn’t help the loud groan he let out, your mouth was just too warm and wet and perfect. He silently prayed that this wasn’t just a wet dream he’d wake up from at any moment. If this was real, even if you never touched him again, he’d have the best jerk off material he could ask for saved in his mind for the rest of his life. If there is a next time, he hopes he gets bold enough to make sure you take your shirt off first.

He wasn’t really sure what to do with his hands once your head started bobbing up and down his cock, inch by inch. He decided to try to keep brushing your hair back every time it fell into your pretty face. He moved the hand that he had been using to brace himself against the wall up, using it to wipe away the sweat that had been accumulating on his face.

After working him for a while, you decided he was being too quiet and pulled off. “Kiba, please use me,” you told him. “I want to hear you.” You let go of his cock and grasped the hand that had been playing with your hair, maneuvering it until his fingers were fully entangled against your scalp. “You can be as rough as you need, I promise I don’t mind.”

Again, you wrapped your lips around his cock, this time without using your hands, and sucked it down as far as you could go comfortably, stopping at that point. Then, you just looked up at him patiently, mouth full. You were as comfortable as you could get while on your knees in an alleyway. You sat with your hands resting on your thighs, waiting for his move.

He stared at you for a moment, unsure of exactly what you wanted him to do. Then, it hit him. He began gently thrusting up into your mouth. You hummed in approval, he finally got the message. He began speeding up, still trying to hold back as much as possible, not wanting to hurt you, but it started feeling too fucking good. Expletives left his mouth as you sucked him, he had never felt anything like this before.

“Shit, shit, fuck, sweetheart,” he cried out. Eventually he gave in, it wasn’t enough. “I’m so sorry, babe,” he reached his limit and his control broke.

In an instant the hand that he wasn’t already using threaded into the hair on the back of your head. He then forcefully shoved your head down until your nose was buried in the patch of hairs at the base of his cock. Tears welled in your eyes and you choked, the constriction of your throat increasing the wonderful sensation of your mouth tenfold. He proceeded to practically pull you all the way off, only to shove you right back down again, hard. He was wildly thrusting up into you as he used your mouth as a fleshlight, setting a relentless pace. He wanted to control himself, but he was too far gone at this point. He was getting loud, moaning and gasping, letting out a mixture of curses and your name. At this point, you were whining against him and full out crying. As your tears ran down, they mixed with the saliva pooling on his cock. It was pretty clear that you had put on mascara today from the way it was now all smudged and running down your face. He was so scared that he was hurting you, but his worries were quelled by the way you moaned and hummed against him as he fucked your face. It was hard for him to really process anything aside from the pleasure he was receiving, but he just barely managed to catch the way your left hand moved up under your top towards your breast, which you soon began to knead. You were definitely enjoying this.

“Baby, honey, sweetheart.. FUCK, I’m getting s-so close. Gonna cum soon,” he babbled.

You tried to nod in acknowledgment, but that was pretty difficult, given your predicament. You instead opted to let out a little “mmhm” around his cock and braced yourself to the best of your ability.

“Yeah, yes~ oh please, baby please,” he was practically shouting at this point. You weren’t too concerned about anyone waking up or hearing you guys before, but you didn’t expect him to get quite this loud. It was hard to care about getting caught though, he was being such a good boy for you.

All of a sudden, he pulled you down as far as he possibly could and held you there. You were squirming and choking around him as he came, his eyes squeezed shut as his body spasmed. You tried your best to relax your jaw, focusing on soaking in the wonderful groan he let out as he orgasmed.

After a moment of shaking, he finally released your head and you pulled off. You didn’t say anything, waiting for him to open his eyes again and look at you. You had a surprise for him.

Once his eyes fluttered open again, he looked at you. “Fuck, that was really something else.”

You smiled at him sweetly, then you proceeded to open your mouth. You hadn’t swallowed his release yet. You stuck your tongue out and some of his cum dripped off onto the dirt below you. The rest of it was pooled in your mouth, white and shiny. It was utterly filthy. Once you made sure he got a good look and was paying attention, you closed your mouth and swallowed. You then opened your mouth again to show him exactly what you just did, now it was clean and empty.

“Fuck, dude,” was all he managed to say.

It made you giggle. Oh how you love dumb, pretty boys.

You slowly began to stand up, trying your best to dust off your knees. “I can tell you aren’t the kind of guy to pump and dump from the way you’re still hard, but I don’t really want to be stuck in an alley all night,” you told him.

Once you were at eye level again, he wrapped his hands around the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss, seemingly not caring that he just shot his load down your throat. You let out a squeak and melted into him. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as you felt his out and proud cock brush against your hip. His right hand drifted down from your neck to your waist and he pulled your body flush against his. He flipped your places as he made out with you, caging you against the wall. You were like putty in his hands. He pulled away, saliva still connecting your mouths together.

“Ya know, surprise alleyway blowjobs are great and all, but I really like kissing you.”

Now it was your turn to go bashful.

He leaned in again, peppering kisses along your cheek and jawline until he finally reached your mouth again.

“Kiiiibaaa,” you drawled.

He pulled off of you and stepped back. “Yeah, yeah, I guess I don’t wanna be stuck in an alley all night either, we should get home,” he replied to your unspoken question. He leaned down to pull his briefs and pants up, getting a glance at your legs in the process, “damn, you really do have hooker knees right now.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to wear shorts again for the next week or so as you wait for the bruises to dissipate.

“You’re such an idiot Keebs,” you giggled, but soon your tone got a bit more serious. “I was thinking though, my place is before yours and since we’re both still dealing with a little problem, do you maybe wanna come in?”