NARUTO: MinaSaku - NSFW
AN: I wrote this scene/snippet tonight. I get a fair bit of flack for not 'finishing' stories/one-shots on AO3, but tumblr doesn't allow mature content. This isn't a non-con or dub-con, so it doesn't really fit in with the 
darkficcollections , either. I guess I'll post things like this here going forward. :)
If you have suggestions for tiles, I'm all ears! As for this particular snippet, I suppose it could fall in the DDK-realm.
Fic Details:
Pairing: Minato x Sakura
Rating: R/NC-17
Length: 1300 words
Squicks/Tags: age difference, on-the-job, semi-public, fingering, penetration, mild domination, mutual adoration, internal ejaculation
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Minato flexed his hips, his slick fingers stroking her most sensitive place, and continued his smooth, coaxing rhythm even as they both drifted in and out of sleep. As he moved inside Sakura, he felt her every stirring, her snug encouragement when he touched her just the way she needed, the way she liked. He always knew what she liked, what she wanted.
“S’posed to get up,” murmured Sakura, even as her hand folded over Minato’s at the apex of her thighs. She didn’t stop him.
“Shhh,” whispered Minato in her ear. He cleared her loose hair out of the way with his cheek before continuing his kisses down her throat.
Around them, the noises of their camp rousing warned them that they were far from privacy. The crunch of snow outside their tent concealed the ‘one-on-one’ training Minato had been insisting Sakura engage in for the last weeks. Preparing her, he’d explained, but never what for.
The nimble-fingered hand at Sakura’s breast continued titillating her nipple, leaving her moaning and panting softly into Minato’s bedroll. It was gentle, almost delicate, but constant, building her arousal in lapping waves as he slid his fingers more firmly inside her slickness, pressing more firmly on that bundle of nerves that always did her in, eventually.
“Minato,” gasped Sakura quietly, desperately, pleading with him. She was fully awake now, her legs shifting restlessly beneath Minato’s greater weight.
“Mmm, shhhhh,” praised Minato, slipping a leg between Sakura’s and stretching her wider. He kissed down her throat as he did so, feeling her open languidly for him, permitting his invasion of her private places, only for him. “Shhh, good girl.”
Sakura, no matter how quiet she tried to be, could hear the noises her body made as Minato slid in and out of her, could hear the embarrassing wetness as her body sucked him in, took him further inside her, deeper and deeper, the way their damp bodies stuck a little to each other as they rubbed against each other, the way Minato’s fingers sometimes caught the fabric of the bedroll when he flicked the underside of her nipple just the way she-
Her breath catching as her voice let out a soft keen, Sakura’s eyes closed as she tried to control herself. Minato had changed his angle and now he pressed deeper and up inside her, lifting her a little with each thrust.
“Ngh,” whimpered Sakura, trying to muffle her ragged voice against the bedroll. He had adjusted his fingers with the new angle, too. It was a constant pressure now, and if he wasn’t careful, he would tip her over the edge without meaning to. His confidence inside her, touching her, filling her, inspiring her body to new heights every time, even on the forest floor with their ANBU team but feet away, terrified Sakura sometimes.
But he always made her feel the best. No matter who else she had to be with, Minato was the one who made her want more, reach for him when she felt the slightest urge, felt the faintest stir. It was instinctive now to turn to him when she needed relief, satiation, release.
“Are you warm now?” whispered Minato against her cheek, still moving inside her.
“Mmmmm,” preened Sakura. “Thank you.”
Minato’s quiet chuckle sent shivers of arousal through Sakura.
“Then let’s fill you up with heat from the inside,” said Minato, his fingers plucking at Sakura deliberately and starting the first sparks shooting through her, like a series of strategically placed exploding tags.
Her body ignited like a firework and Sakura tried, and failed, to muffle the faint wanton moan that escaped her as Minato filled her deep and hard, his fingers working her perfectly, setting off a thousand lights behind her eyes. Outside the tent, footsteps paused, cooking sounds slowed, and conversation fell quiet as Sakura gasped on Minato’s name. She didn’t care, though, didn’t even notice; all she could feel was Minato inside her, against her back, between her legs and wrapped around her chest, and the feel of his teeth as they sank into her shoulder to muffle his own moans as he spent his seed inside her. Even his teeth marking her felt good to Sakura, heightening her own reaction.
Panting in spite of the gentleness of their lovemaking, their chests rising and falling deeply, they collapsed together, arms and legs tangled. Between Sakura’s legs, Sakura’s fingers threaded through Minato’s, cupping her sex. The gesture comforted Sakura, physically and emotionally, and she turned her head into Minato's shoulder, kissing it. A tiny smile curled the corners of her lips.
“Feeling better?"
"Mmmmm," murmured Sakura, sated and delighted. She loved it when Minato favoured her, seeing to her needs.
"I want you to keep it inside you this time," Minato whispered, pressing kisses into Sakura's own shoulders. He was still inside her, still pumping out the part of him that seemed to sustain her at times. She was addicted to him. His warmth, his presence, his strength. She would be worried about her adoration of Minato if it wasn't for the fact that he was just as obsessed with her.
"Are you sure?... The mission, moving around..." began Sakura.
Minato's lips cast warm spells over Sakura's skin, drugging her all over again.
"Just for a bit. I like knowing I'm still inside you," murmured Minato against Sakura's throat.
"You still are," said Sakura with a smile, arching her back. Inside her, Minato slipped a little looser.
"Stay still," said Minato softly. The arm against her lower stomach tightened. "Like this."
Biting her bottom lip, Sakura glanced at the shadows outside their tent which had begun moving around again, pretending everything was normal and their captain and medic weren't enjoying themselves mid-, and now post-, coitus.
"Just a minute longer," agreed Sakura, trying to convince herself she hadn't given in just because she wanted to keep feeling Minato's touch on her sensitive skin. It didn't help her resolve when he stroked her nipple again teasingly, knowing full well what it did to her.
"Good girl," whispered Minato approvingly.
He pressed a kiss to her shoulders before rising up on his knees. Reluctantly Sakura released him from inside her and he slipped free. Releasing Sakura's breast, he cupped her cheek and turned her face upwards towards him.
"Close your legs. I want you to keep it inside you all day."
"But...There's so much..." Minato's fingers stroked the side of Sakura's face lovingly. His eyes held hers with fond adoration.
"It's all for you," he murmured against her lips, before pressing his to hers and kissing her softly, then more deeply, sealing their tryst.
Sakura lost herself in the kiss as it drew out her deepest wants and desires, plunging her straight back into the deep pool of desire she held for Minato.
"When you come to me tonight, I will check," breathed Minato between kisses. "You will be full of me twice today, Sakura."
The deep clenching inside Sakura must have been strong enough to be felt between them, for Minato chuckled quietly, tucking a loose lock of hair behind Sakura's ear.
"Now get ready. You've got a lot to do today. I'm going to run you hard."
"Yes, sir," said Sakura.
As Minato dressed and left the tent first, Sakura looked around. The scent of sex was clear in the damp air of the tent, and she wondered just how she was going to...
She could spy most of her clothes, but where was her...
She narrowed her eyes. Her underwear was gone.
How was she supposed to... Oh.
He wanted the others to know.
Swallowing down the harsh blush that had bloomed across her chest and neck, Sakura looked around for anything else that would help.
In Minato's bag, she spied a pair of his clean underwear.
Well, she thought, pulling them on, if he was going to take hers...
Sakura almost laughed to herself, thinking that Minato was in for more of a surprise than he anticipated that night when he would call her back into his tent.
Biting her lip, Sakura admitted to herself that she was already looking forward to it.
TBC?.
darkficcollections , either. I guess I'll post things like this here going forward. :)
If you have suggestions for tiles, I'm all ears! As for this particular snippet, I suppose it could fall in the DDK-realm.
Fic Details:
Pairing: Minato x Sakura
Rating: R/NC-17
Length: 1300 words
Squicks/Tags: age difference, on-the-job, semi-public, fingering, penetration, mild domination, mutual adoration, internal ejaculation
-------------------------------
Minato flexed his hips, his slick fingers stroking her most sensitive place, and continued his smooth, coaxing rhythm even as they both drifted in and out of sleep. As he moved inside Sakura, he felt her every stirring, her snug encouragement when he touched her just the way she needed, the way she liked. He always knew what she liked, what she wanted.
“S’posed to get up,” murmured Sakura, even as her hand folded over Minato’s at the apex of her thighs. She didn’t stop him.
“Shhh,” whispered Minato in her ear. He cleared her loose hair out of the way with his cheek before continuing his kisses down her throat.
Around them, the noises of their camp rousing warned them that they were far from privacy. The crunch of snow outside their tent concealed the ‘one-on-one’ training Minato had been insisting Sakura engage in for the last weeks. Preparing her, he’d explained, but never what for.
The nimble-fingered hand at Sakura’s breast continued titillating her nipple, leaving her moaning and panting softly into Minato’s bedroll. It was gentle, almost delicate, but constant, building her arousal in lapping waves as he slid his fingers more firmly inside her slickness, pressing more firmly on that bundle of nerves that always did her in, eventually.
“Minato,” gasped Sakura quietly, desperately, pleading with him. She was fully awake now, her legs shifting restlessly beneath Minato’s greater weight.
“Mmm, shhhhh,” praised Minato, slipping a leg between Sakura’s and stretching her wider. He kissed down her throat as he did so, feeling her open languidly for him, permitting his invasion of her private places, only for him. “Shhh, good girl.”
Sakura, no matter how quiet she tried to be, could hear the noises her body made as Minato slid in and out of her, could hear the embarrassing wetness as her body sucked him in, took him further inside her, deeper and deeper, the way their damp bodies stuck a little to each other as they rubbed against each other, the way Minato’s fingers sometimes caught the fabric of the bedroll when he flicked the underside of her nipple just the way she-
Her breath catching as her voice let out a soft keen, Sakura’s eyes closed as she tried to control herself. Minato had changed his angle and now he pressed deeper and up inside her, lifting her a little with each thrust.
“Ngh,” whimpered Sakura, trying to muffle her ragged voice against the bedroll. He had adjusted his fingers with the new angle, too. It was a constant pressure now, and if he wasn’t careful, he would tip her over the edge without meaning to. His confidence inside her, touching her, filling her, inspiring her body to new heights every time, even on the forest floor with their ANBU team but feet away, terrified Sakura sometimes.
But he always made her feel the best. No matter who else she had to be with, Minato was the one who made her want more, reach for him when she felt the slightest urge, felt the faintest stir. It was instinctive now to turn to him when she needed relief, satiation, release.
“Are you warm now?” whispered Minato against her cheek, still moving inside her.
“Mmmmm,” preened Sakura. “Thank you.”
Minato’s quiet chuckle sent shivers of arousal through Sakura.
“Then let’s fill you up with heat from the inside,” said Minato, his fingers plucking at Sakura deliberately and starting the first sparks shooting through her, like a series of strategically placed exploding tags.
Her body ignited like a firework and Sakura tried, and failed, to muffle the faint wanton moan that escaped her as Minato filled her deep and hard, his fingers working her perfectly, setting off a thousand lights behind her eyes. Outside the tent, footsteps paused, cooking sounds slowed, and conversation fell quiet as Sakura gasped on Minato’s name. She didn’t care, though, didn’t even notice; all she could feel was Minato inside her, against her back, between her legs and wrapped around her chest, and the feel of his teeth as they sank into her shoulder to muffle his own moans as he spent his seed inside her. Even his teeth marking her felt good to Sakura, heightening her own reaction.
Panting in spite of the gentleness of their lovemaking, their chests rising and falling deeply, they collapsed together, arms and legs tangled. Between Sakura’s legs, Sakura’s fingers threaded through Minato’s, cupping her sex. The gesture comforted Sakura, physically and emotionally, and she turned her head into Minato's shoulder, kissing it. A tiny smile curled the corners of her lips.
“Feeling better?"
"Mmmmm," murmured Sakura, sated and delighted. She loved it when Minato favoured her, seeing to her needs.
"I want you to keep it inside you this time," Minato whispered, pressing kisses into Sakura's own shoulders. He was still inside her, still pumping out the part of him that seemed to sustain her at times. She was addicted to him. His warmth, his presence, his strength. She would be worried about her adoration of Minato if it wasn't for the fact that he was just as obsessed with her.
"Are you sure?... The mission, moving around..." began Sakura.
Minato's lips cast warm spells over Sakura's skin, drugging her all over again.
"Just for a bit. I like knowing I'm still inside you," murmured Minato against Sakura's throat.
"You still are," said Sakura with a smile, arching her back. Inside her, Minato slipped a little looser.
"Stay still," said Minato softly. The arm against her lower stomach tightened. "Like this."
Biting her bottom lip, Sakura glanced at the shadows outside their tent which had begun moving around again, pretending everything was normal and their captain and medic weren't enjoying themselves mid-, and now post-, coitus.
"Just a minute longer," agreed Sakura, trying to convince herself she hadn't given in just because she wanted to keep feeling Minato's touch on her sensitive skin. It didn't help her resolve when he stroked her nipple again teasingly, knowing full well what it did to her.
"Good girl," whispered Minato approvingly.
He pressed a kiss to her shoulders before rising up on his knees. Reluctantly Sakura released him from inside her and he slipped free. Releasing Sakura's breast, he cupped her cheek and turned her face upwards towards him.
"Close your legs. I want you to keep it inside you all day."
"But...There's so much..." Minato's fingers stroked the side of Sakura's face lovingly. His eyes held hers with fond adoration.
"It's all for you," he murmured against her lips, before pressing his to hers and kissing her softly, then more deeply, sealing their tryst.
Sakura lost herself in the kiss as it drew out her deepest wants and desires, plunging her straight back into the deep pool of desire she held for Minato.
"When you come to me tonight, I will check," breathed Minato between kisses. "You will be full of me twice today, Sakura."
The deep clenching inside Sakura must have been strong enough to be felt between them, for Minato chuckled quietly, tucking a loose lock of hair behind Sakura's ear.
"Now get ready. You've got a lot to do today. I'm going to run you hard."
"Yes, sir," said Sakura.
As Minato dressed and left the tent first, Sakura looked around. The scent of sex was clear in the damp air of the tent, and she wondered just how she was going to...
She could spy most of her clothes, but where was her...
She narrowed her eyes. Her underwear was gone.
How was she supposed to... Oh.
He wanted the others to know.
Swallowing down the harsh blush that had bloomed across her chest and neck, Sakura looked around for anything else that would help.
In Minato's bag, she spied a pair of his clean underwear.
Well, she thought, pulling them on, if he was going to take hers...
Sakura almost laughed to herself, thinking that Minato was in for more of a surprise than he anticipated that night when he would call her back into his tent.
Biting her lip, Sakura admitted to herself that she was already looking forward to it.
TBC?.