Naruto - InoSaku x2 - NC-17
More from the smut meme for memory purposes.
For: sour_water
Pairing: InoSaku
Emotion: pride
Title: Undone
Ino shouldn’t have made her feel silly and young and all twisted up inside. Sakura was so far past that that perhaps it had happened to someone else. She was wearing black silk panties, not for anyone at all but because she liked the way they felt against her skin, and she had on knee-high boots that made her look like walking sex, and - and -
And she blushed, as Ino kissed her again. Between her thighs, all she felt was liquid heat and Ino had only kissed her. Just a kiss, just tongue and lips and a bit of carefully applied teeth, that was all.
Ino smiled. Her lips - cherry red, too red, and somehow Ino could pull it off - parted and her tongue flicked out. Sakura’s throat dried up. She forgot how to laugh. Ino would surely pull away, hurt even if it was only her ego, if only she could laugh. Then she forgot how to think, because Ino kissed along her jaw and back to her ear. Then her mouth ran hot down Sakura’s throat, and into the little V of her shirt. Her mouth was so close that Sakura’s breasts ached for it on them.
Ino pulled back. Her lipstick was a little smeared; her eyes were heavy-lidded with want. She looked sex-sloppy, sex-ready, and it was intoxicating. Sakura wet her lips like Sakura-that-was would, feeling awkward and gangly and furious over it.
She reached for a bold handful of breast, like she cupped other women’s breasts on a daily basis. She smirked like it too. It was a paperthin pretend lain over the pounding beneath her breasts, over the wet throb between her thighs. But Ino’s back arched when she slid her hand beneath her shirt and bra, over her softsoft skin, and stroked around the nipple.
She was pleased by this, for a moment, a detached proud kind of pleased. Then Ino pressed her body up against hers. Sakura had never realized quite how nice girls felt, all soft over the hard edges.
Ino’s mouth was warm, so warm, and insistent -
And for awhile she made Ino wriggle, too, and moan, like when she stroked a finger over the material of Ino’s panties. But then that mouth got the best of her, cherry red and smirking, leaving a hot trail in its wake as Ino kissed her, everywhere, pushing clothes here only to let them slither back coolly into place. When Ino ducked beneath her skirt, licking up the insides of her thighs - She whimpered, clutching for Ino’s hair and getting a handful of skirt instead. Then Ino licked once, twice, over the lovely cool silk, and heat spiked up from her tongue to deep in her belly. “Ino,” she said, throaty. Then she gasped, because Ino had edged aside her panties and was lapping at her, tongue sliding wetly over her lips and then up to her clit.
Ino’s tongue moved over her, flickering fast, fast, and inside her, there was an answering throb. Then oh, Ino slid a finger up inside her and crooked it, and -
Sakura came undone.
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For: a_white_rain
Pairing: InoSaku
Emotion: fight
Title: Just That Good
When Ino waited for Sakura’s attack, it wasn’t strategy. It was her soaked and sweating, it was her sprawled messily on the ground, it was…
Her some kind of out-matched. How badly was the question; how can I salvage my pride came on its heels.
She flung herself to the side. The ground shuddered underneath Sakura’s fist. Shuddered but did not shatter - Ino hissed and shoved herself to her feet. Sakura had held back. Thou-shalt-not-kill-thy-best-friend and all. Which Ino understood, and appreciated (grudgingly), but it still stung.
When did you get this far ahead?
She slid beneath Sakura’s next fist, caught her snapped off kick with her hip, and knocked her back with a strike to her belly. Sakura staggered. Follow-up-follow-up, her instincts said.
Fuck you, Ino said back. She pulled back to the edge of the clearing. If this were real, she might run now.
If this were real and with anyone else. She’d like to be as clever as Shikamaru, but damned if she’d ever, ever run for Sakura.
Sakura staggered a moment more, while Ino tried to make her breathing regular so she could think around it. Sakura tossed her cropped hair back, sun and sweat shining in all the pink. She backhanded away blood from an earlier cut - from what would’ve been a good blow, perhaps a lucky blow, if it hadn’t been so glancing - above her eye. And then she grinned.
There was a rush of heat between her thighs. Ino clenched her pussy without thought.
“Fuck you too,” Ino said aloud.
“Don’t be such a sore loser!” Sakura said. She smirked. Ino wished that expression was a secret set aside for her, a thing for her only that Sasuke would never see.
Damned annoying, she thought. You weren’t supposed to fall for your rival and best friend. Maybe you were allowed to fall for one or the other, but not when they were one and the same.
“If I pin you for a ten-count, can we end this? I’m getting bored,” Sakura called out from across the clearing.
Ino scowled. She tossed her hair. She walked to Sakura, her body humming with anger and adrenaline that shivered its way into her pussy and became good old fashioned lust. “All right,” she said. Her weight shifted beneath her; dirt settled beneath her feet.
And then Sakura darted and she slid to the side; Sakura passed her and she slid back, grabbed Sakura’s wrist and began to twist it behind her back-
Sakura slipped back and down and up, darted back. Smiled a pink pretty smile that sent a shock to Ino’s belly. And then she was down on the ground, hips thrusting beneath Sakura’s as she fought to overturn them - not pinned yet, she thought furiously. She twisted, turned to keep it that way. Somewhere in there was a line between fighting and grinding, but damned if Ino knew when she crossed it, or for that matter, when she dragged Sakura over it. Because yes, Sakura’s body was moving in reply, and it felt too damn good to be fighting.
Ino nudged Sakura’s legs apart with her knee and slipped her thigh up between hers. Sakura’s skirt bunched up around her hips; Ino’s skin met pretty, pretty silk and Sakura moaned. “Damn nice panties to train in,” she said.
It seemed to dawn on Sakura then that this was a compromising sort of position. She jumped up and back, stumbling when her legs got tangled up with Ino’s. Got yourself free, Ino thought philosophically. But on the heels of that thought came this one: Ino was pissed. Spitting mad.
One minute, and your cute panties would’ve been soaking wet. She hauled herself to her feet and stormed over to Sakura, who slid into a neat stance as if fighting had never run headlong into fucking. She dove under Sakura’s guard and brought her mouth down on hers in a hard kiss. Hhhmph, she’d like to see her try and pretend that never happened -
And then Sakura took control of the kiss. Her tongue slid hot between Ino’s lips. Her teeth nipped lightly at her bottom lip. And, of all things, her hand wriggled beneath her skirt and panties and found her clit.
When she came shouting, sprawled on the dirt with Sakura’s tongue buried between her thighs, Ino was very nearly sure it had been Sakura who had shoved her down onto the ground, who had stripped off her shirt and peeled the cups of her bra from her breasts.
Later, Ino gave it further thought and decided she’d yanked Sakura down on top of her, shucked her shirt off somehow on the way down, and lost the bra as a clever ploy to get Sakura to suck on her nipples. She felt rather proud at having guided inexperienced Sakura into her first lesbian experience. It was almost winning, after all. Damned if she knew how she’d gotten innocent Sakura to go down on her first, but hey, Yamanaka Ino was just that good.
For: sour_water
Pairing: InoSaku
Emotion: pride
Title: Undone
Ino shouldn’t have made her feel silly and young and all twisted up inside. Sakura was so far past that that perhaps it had happened to someone else. She was wearing black silk panties, not for anyone at all but because she liked the way they felt against her skin, and she had on knee-high boots that made her look like walking sex, and - and -
And she blushed, as Ino kissed her again. Between her thighs, all she felt was liquid heat and Ino had only kissed her. Just a kiss, just tongue and lips and a bit of carefully applied teeth, that was all.
Ino smiled. Her lips - cherry red, too red, and somehow Ino could pull it off - parted and her tongue flicked out. Sakura’s throat dried up. She forgot how to laugh. Ino would surely pull away, hurt even if it was only her ego, if only she could laugh. Then she forgot how to think, because Ino kissed along her jaw and back to her ear. Then her mouth ran hot down Sakura’s throat, and into the little V of her shirt. Her mouth was so close that Sakura’s breasts ached for it on them.
Ino pulled back. Her lipstick was a little smeared; her eyes were heavy-lidded with want. She looked sex-sloppy, sex-ready, and it was intoxicating. Sakura wet her lips like Sakura-that-was would, feeling awkward and gangly and furious over it.
She reached for a bold handful of breast, like she cupped other women’s breasts on a daily basis. She smirked like it too. It was a paperthin pretend lain over the pounding beneath her breasts, over the wet throb between her thighs. But Ino’s back arched when she slid her hand beneath her shirt and bra, over her softsoft skin, and stroked around the nipple.
She was pleased by this, for a moment, a detached proud kind of pleased. Then Ino pressed her body up against hers. Sakura had never realized quite how nice girls felt, all soft over the hard edges.
Ino’s mouth was warm, so warm, and insistent -
And for awhile she made Ino wriggle, too, and moan, like when she stroked a finger over the material of Ino’s panties. But then that mouth got the best of her, cherry red and smirking, leaving a hot trail in its wake as Ino kissed her, everywhere, pushing clothes here only to let them slither back coolly into place. When Ino ducked beneath her skirt, licking up the insides of her thighs - She whimpered, clutching for Ino’s hair and getting a handful of skirt instead. Then Ino licked once, twice, over the lovely cool silk, and heat spiked up from her tongue to deep in her belly. “Ino,” she said, throaty. Then she gasped, because Ino had edged aside her panties and was lapping at her, tongue sliding wetly over her lips and then up to her clit.
Ino’s tongue moved over her, flickering fast, fast, and inside her, there was an answering throb. Then oh, Ino slid a finger up inside her and crooked it, and -
Sakura came undone.
-----
For: a_white_rain
Pairing: InoSaku
Emotion: fight
Title: Just That Good
When Ino waited for Sakura’s attack, it wasn’t strategy. It was her soaked and sweating, it was her sprawled messily on the ground, it was…
Her some kind of out-matched. How badly was the question; how can I salvage my pride came on its heels.
She flung herself to the side. The ground shuddered underneath Sakura’s fist. Shuddered but did not shatter - Ino hissed and shoved herself to her feet. Sakura had held back. Thou-shalt-not-kill-thy-best-friend and all. Which Ino understood, and appreciated (grudgingly), but it still stung.
When did you get this far ahead?
She slid beneath Sakura’s next fist, caught her snapped off kick with her hip, and knocked her back with a strike to her belly. Sakura staggered. Follow-up-follow-up, her instincts said.
Fuck you, Ino said back. She pulled back to the edge of the clearing. If this were real, she might run now.
If this were real and with anyone else. She’d like to be as clever as Shikamaru, but damned if she’d ever, ever run for Sakura.
Sakura staggered a moment more, while Ino tried to make her breathing regular so she could think around it. Sakura tossed her cropped hair back, sun and sweat shining in all the pink. She backhanded away blood from an earlier cut - from what would’ve been a good blow, perhaps a lucky blow, if it hadn’t been so glancing - above her eye. And then she grinned.
There was a rush of heat between her thighs. Ino clenched her pussy without thought.
“Fuck you too,” Ino said aloud.
“Don’t be such a sore loser!” Sakura said. She smirked. Ino wished that expression was a secret set aside for her, a thing for her only that Sasuke would never see.
Damned annoying, she thought. You weren’t supposed to fall for your rival and best friend. Maybe you were allowed to fall for one or the other, but not when they were one and the same.
“If I pin you for a ten-count, can we end this? I’m getting bored,” Sakura called out from across the clearing.
Ino scowled. She tossed her hair. She walked to Sakura, her body humming with anger and adrenaline that shivered its way into her pussy and became good old fashioned lust. “All right,” she said. Her weight shifted beneath her; dirt settled beneath her feet.
And then Sakura darted and she slid to the side; Sakura passed her and she slid back, grabbed Sakura’s wrist and began to twist it behind her back-
Sakura slipped back and down and up, darted back. Smiled a pink pretty smile that sent a shock to Ino’s belly. And then she was down on the ground, hips thrusting beneath Sakura’s as she fought to overturn them - not pinned yet, she thought furiously. She twisted, turned to keep it that way. Somewhere in there was a line between fighting and grinding, but damned if Ino knew when she crossed it, or for that matter, when she dragged Sakura over it. Because yes, Sakura’s body was moving in reply, and it felt too damn good to be fighting.
Ino nudged Sakura’s legs apart with her knee and slipped her thigh up between hers. Sakura’s skirt bunched up around her hips; Ino’s skin met pretty, pretty silk and Sakura moaned. “Damn nice panties to train in,” she said.
It seemed to dawn on Sakura then that this was a compromising sort of position. She jumped up and back, stumbling when her legs got tangled up with Ino’s. Got yourself free, Ino thought philosophically. But on the heels of that thought came this one: Ino was pissed. Spitting mad.
One minute, and your cute panties would’ve been soaking wet. She hauled herself to her feet and stormed over to Sakura, who slid into a neat stance as if fighting had never run headlong into fucking. She dove under Sakura’s guard and brought her mouth down on hers in a hard kiss. Hhhmph, she’d like to see her try and pretend that never happened -
And then Sakura took control of the kiss. Her tongue slid hot between Ino’s lips. Her teeth nipped lightly at her bottom lip. And, of all things, her hand wriggled beneath her skirt and panties and found her clit.
When she came shouting, sprawled on the dirt with Sakura’s tongue buried between her thighs, Ino was very nearly sure it had been Sakura who had shoved her down onto the ground, who had stripped off her shirt and peeled the cups of her bra from her breasts.
Later, Ino gave it further thought and decided she’d yanked Sakura down on top of her, shucked her shirt off somehow on the way down, and lost the bra as a clever ploy to get Sakura to suck on her nipples. She felt rather proud at having guided inexperienced Sakura into her first lesbian experience. It was almost winning, after all. Damned if she knew how she’d gotten innocent Sakura to go down on her first, but hey, Yamanaka Ino was just that good.