M-rated (but not quite explicit) excerpt from a super smutty, slightly cracky fic Iâd been working on before weâd even started planning @genmaweek! But then, ya know, my autoimmune system effed me all up! đ So hereâs a little (unedited) GenIno âoral fixationâ tease....
PS: mods @raizagabriel and @mrssakurahatake are đŻÂ partially to blame for this.Â
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She didnât have to raise her eyes from the mirror and her painstaking contouring. She could almost hear his moping at the sight of the outfit sheâd assembled for him.
âGenma, sex sells,â she snapped at his pouty reflection behind her. Sighing and closing her freshly-painted eyelids, she lowered her bronzer with a loud clack on the vanity. Blush would be next. âWe agreed weâd do whatever it took to win. And we are going to win this time.â She pivoted slightly on her stool, staring him down over her shoulder. ââŚArenât we?â
Heâd never admit itânot to a single soulâbut he felt a chill run down his neck at her tone, the ice in her crystal eyes. Dammit. He bit down on his senbon. Itâs like a fucking dojutsu!
She was right, of course. Heâd known what he was signing up for over two weeks ago. âŚAnd he definitely owed her this one.
He wasnât entirely sure how it had happened, but somehow Halloween had turned into a sort of grudge-match between the ninja elites, only growing more competitive with the years.
And his girl liked winning...and winners. Which was why his ratherâŚlacklusterâŚpresentation at last yearâs annual party still burned Ino. However, a chance at redemption had come early this year in the form of a costumed benefit âgala,â complete with a singles and couples contest, of course.
He almost laughed aloud.
âGalaâ was definitely too strong of a word, he decided, throwing another glance at hisâŚcostumeâŚwhere it hung, trying not to cringe. Whatever it was, they had a little extra incentive to win at the event: the occasion had been Sakuraâs proposal to raise funds to expand the hospitalâwhich meant that Sakura was taking this challenge deathly seriously, âŚwhich meant that Ino was nearly salivating at the chance to publicly destroy her best friend.
Plus, he had a little public domination of his own to deliver. Genma had nothing against Sakura, but she hadnât won alone last HalloweenâKakashi had looked so damn smug up on that stage! Not many people knew it, but the Copy Bastard had a bit of a penchant for dressing upâŚand photographyÂ.
No way in hell would he let his best friend and his girl win twice in a row! His fists clenched at his side.
Fuck me, Iâm spending too much time with Kakashi and GaiâŚ. He shrugged it off. Winning was just more fun. And winning with his girl⌠Well⌠âYeah, babe.â Genma smirked around his spike, stooping low to wrap an arm around her waist, to smell the floral shampoo on those platinum locks, and whispered on her ear, âWeâre going to wipe the floor with âem this time.â He waited for her glower to melt away and her blue, blue eyes to land on his in the mirror, then bent closer. âSakura wonât stand a chance. Not against my blonde bombshell.â She giggled as he swept away her bouncy waves, still faintly warm from the curling iron. It was such a pretty sound, he almost didnât want to interrupt it. Almost. The laughter froze in her throat as he dragged his lips down her neck, letting the cool metal in his mouth roll over her hot, bronzed skinâŚ. Â
Ino let out a shaky breath under his touch, a natural flush flooding her face, suddenly unable to stay focused on her pristine reflection. He deliberately closed his teeth around the taut, bright-white bikini string at her clavicle, watching her eyes widen, feeling her gasp beneath his lips before he heard it. He gave the strap a little tug, letting his senbon only just graze her chin, âŚbefore he released it with a satisfying snap!
She yelped and squirmed against his arm, but her writhing subsided a moment later: she finally caught a glimpse of his expression.
Genmaâs smirk had returned as he rested his chin on her bare shoulder, leisurely swizeling his favorite piece of metal. His fingers toyed with the taut, magenta spaghetti strap of her v-neck dress as he gazed at her flustered face; waiting knowingly, patiently for her reaction to his dexterous goading. It had been no easy feat, after allâmanaging two separate items between his teethâbut he never could resist a chance to remind his girl just how talented he was with his mouthâŚ.
And she never could resist a demonstration: Ino sucked in a breath through her very pink lips.
Fuck bragging rights. Heâd rather have Inoany day.
Sucking his needle to the far corner of his mouth, he pressed a kiss to the little pink welt heâd left on her. âHmmmâŚâ The mark wasnât quite pink enough to go with the rest of her carefully curated theme. He could fix that. With a quick, sucking bite and a drag of his canines, âŚbefore quirking an eyebrow at their reflection, radiating self-satisfied suggestion as Ino let out the quietest moan she could manage. His senbon wasnât the only thing that jumped at that noiseâŚ.
But with the rosy tint to her un-blushed cheeks and the way she huffily unwrapped his arm from her stomach, âŚhe decided she was sufficiently reminded she wasnât the only one who could call up goosebumps like some kind of jutsu. Besides, he knew sheâd murder him in his sleep if he made them lose by showing up lateâŚ.
His Yamanaka could read his mind with just a look: âI will kill you if I have to start over on my makeup!!â Still flushed, Inoâs eyes returned to her reflection, blonde ponytail swishing dramatically with the motion.
âAlright, alright.â His cocky grin widened as he stood, bobbing his senbon dangerously. âYouâll knock âem dead, âŚdoll.â
Recovering herself, Ino nodded. âDamn straight! Forehead wonât stand a chance tonight!â She snapped open the lid to her bronzer once more, now wearing a rather evil smile as she grabbed her biggest, fluffiest kabuki brush. She swirled the brush on the golden-tan pigment and unhurriedly pulled down the front of her dress, wholly exposing her sequined bikini top and cleavage. She didnât have to look up: she knew he was watching her every move as she carefully ruffled the brush in the between her breasts, starting from her sternum up. The corner of her pink lips pulled up as she reached for her favorite pearly powder and lightly dusted it over her dĂŠcolletage; slowly, carefully highlighting the bare crescents of her breasts. âNow go get dressed!â She tapped the brush twice on each collar bone before retiring it.
Just as he was about to utter a sarcastic, âYes, maâam!â and head to clothes sheâd laid out for him, her hand snapped up. Before he could blink, she had his senbon plucked up between the fuchsia nails of her middle and forefinger, brandishing it with her command, âJust for tonight, youâre going to have to part with this,ââshe twirled it around, the vanity lights catching on her manicureâââŚKen.â
He gaped at his girlfriend, then at his costume, then back at his girlfriend. Was this the price of victory? Was beating Kakashi and Sakura really worth the sacrifices? Heâd accepted that his dignity was gone, but whatâŚwhat the hell was he supposed to do with his mouth?!
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đ¨â ď¸Â Spoiler Alert â ď¸đ¨
(Theyâre Malibu Barbie and Ken...and yes, the title is indeed borrowed from âBarbie Girlâ!)
Hope yaâll enjoyed! I eventually plan on finishing this fic, I promise!! Itâll be a two- to three-chapter little ficlet with GenIno, KakaSaku, ...and even some GenInoKakaSaku. I mean, there are only so many "privateâ locales to choose from inside a crowded, rowdy bar, right? ...And sharing is caring. đ
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