[Fic] "We'll Take it Slow"
Title: We'll Take it Slow
Author: a_lifestyle
Fandom: Naruto (Ino / Shikamaru, Sakura)
Rating: R (Porny.)
Words: 557
Summary:
A/N: Was going to use this in a fic I'm working on, but it didn't make the cut. Just thought I'd share because I haven't written in so long, it's smutty, and I'm delirious as hell because I'm SICK LIKE WHOA GUYS, and at least it'll be entertaining for me to wake up and realize that I posted this in a state of total handicap.
Also, the first entry for my lime chart: 13. Nice and Rough, or Gentle and Tender Enjoy!
We'll Take it Slow
Sakura awakes one night on a mission to Mist to the sounds of heavy breathing and choked whispers.
Even though instinct urges her to investigate-perhaps her healing jutsu could be utilized in some way-her gut, for a reason unknown, demands her to be quiet and listen. Determine the source.
“Shh. She’ll hear.”
Shikamaru.
“What, Forehead? She sleeps like a rock. Just keep it down. She’s still a virgin, you know.”
Ino.
Sakura puts two and two together; she all but stops breathing as she hears the rustle of clothing, sleeping bags, and stray leaves on the ground. Like a rock, like a rock. Her lips press together, eyes closed, her ears pick up the wet sounds of…whatever they were doing.
She is a light sleeper, but Ino is certainly correct in her assertion that she is very much a virgin. In her world of medical jutsu and broken team members and running after the Hokage, there has never been room for relationships, or dating, or boys, or-
“Fuck,” Shikamaru hisses. The sound of his voice-the way he says it-is new and alarming, and shuts down her other senses. Sakura feels a dull throb between her legs, unfamiliar and uncomfortable.
She hears a wet pop and a small laugh. It must be Ino’s, but Sakura could mistake it for a stranger’s. The air smells like youth. Dangerous.
“Do you like it?” the stranger purrs.
“Stop, Ino,” Shikamaru whispers. His soft voice is firm, but cuts into the air. “Don’t talk.”
“I thought you liked it when I talk to you,” Ino says. Sakura can hear her lick her lips. “I think it’s kind of obvious. Maybe your cock can convince that genius brain of yours to loosen up a little.”
“Tch,” he spits. He shifts against his bedroll. More wet noises. Sakura closes her eyes, and projected on the inside of her eyelids are images of a blonde head between strained, masculine thighs, purple-painted nails biting into taut flesh.
She shivers without her own consent, hoping to any god it goes unnoticed. They are divided by curiosity and sin.
“I want you.” His voice breaks her vision and she can’t breathe as she hears more rustling of clothing. She wonders if they’ve done this every night since they set out for Mist, and when this all started. How does someone start something like…something like-
“Turn over,” he continues. Sakura’s insides twist tightly. She wants to break their intimacy as much as she wants to amass every bit of exposed flesh and movement and whisper in her memory.
“Slow this time,” she hears Ino say. In her mind, she sees Ino on her knees, chest pressed into the bedroll, hair loose and tossed over one shoulder, looking back. Maybe Shikamaru’s hair is also down. Maybe they haven’t shed their clothes but just enough. They are uninhibited, and Sakura is intoxicated with their freedom.
The heel of her hand grinds into the space between her legs.
“Hard.” Ino chokes on her own breath. “Slow, but hard.”
Sakura swallows. Her eyes are closed so tightly that she sees fireworks. The thin cloth barrier between the rough of her palm and the softness of her folds is maddening.
Long after they are finished, spent, and sleeping soundly, Sakura’s eyes stay open. Her head keeps spinning. She doesn’t sleep.
-end-
Author: a_lifestyle
Fandom: Naruto (Ino / Shikamaru, Sakura)
Rating: R (Porny.)
Words: 557
Summary:
A/N: Was going to use this in a fic I'm working on, but it didn't make the cut. Just thought I'd share because I haven't written in so long, it's smutty, and I'm delirious as hell because I'm SICK LIKE WHOA GUYS, and at least it'll be entertaining for me to wake up and realize that I posted this in a state of total handicap.
Also, the first entry for my lime chart: 13. Nice and Rough, or Gentle and Tender Enjoy!
We'll Take it Slow
Sakura awakes one night on a mission to Mist to the sounds of heavy breathing and choked whispers.
Even though instinct urges her to investigate-perhaps her healing jutsu could be utilized in some way-her gut, for a reason unknown, demands her to be quiet and listen. Determine the source.
“Shh. She’ll hear.”
Shikamaru.
“What, Forehead? She sleeps like a rock. Just keep it down. She’s still a virgin, you know.”
Ino.
Sakura puts two and two together; she all but stops breathing as she hears the rustle of clothing, sleeping bags, and stray leaves on the ground. Like a rock, like a rock. Her lips press together, eyes closed, her ears pick up the wet sounds of…whatever they were doing.
She is a light sleeper, but Ino is certainly correct in her assertion that she is very much a virgin. In her world of medical jutsu and broken team members and running after the Hokage, there has never been room for relationships, or dating, or boys, or-
“Fuck,” Shikamaru hisses. The sound of his voice-the way he says it-is new and alarming, and shuts down her other senses. Sakura feels a dull throb between her legs, unfamiliar and uncomfortable.
She hears a wet pop and a small laugh. It must be Ino’s, but Sakura could mistake it for a stranger’s. The air smells like youth. Dangerous.
“Do you like it?” the stranger purrs.
“Stop, Ino,” Shikamaru whispers. His soft voice is firm, but cuts into the air. “Don’t talk.”
“I thought you liked it when I talk to you,” Ino says. Sakura can hear her lick her lips. “I think it’s kind of obvious. Maybe your cock can convince that genius brain of yours to loosen up a little.”
“Tch,” he spits. He shifts against his bedroll. More wet noises. Sakura closes her eyes, and projected on the inside of her eyelids are images of a blonde head between strained, masculine thighs, purple-painted nails biting into taut flesh.
She shivers without her own consent, hoping to any god it goes unnoticed. They are divided by curiosity and sin.
“I want you.” His voice breaks her vision and she can’t breathe as she hears more rustling of clothing. She wonders if they’ve done this every night since they set out for Mist, and when this all started. How does someone start something like…something like-
“Turn over,” he continues. Sakura’s insides twist tightly. She wants to break their intimacy as much as she wants to amass every bit of exposed flesh and movement and whisper in her memory.
“Slow this time,” she hears Ino say. In her mind, she sees Ino on her knees, chest pressed into the bedroll, hair loose and tossed over one shoulder, looking back. Maybe Shikamaru’s hair is also down. Maybe they haven’t shed their clothes but just enough. They are uninhibited, and Sakura is intoxicated with their freedom.
The heel of her hand grinds into the space between her legs.
“Hard.” Ino chokes on her own breath. “Slow, but hard.”
Sakura swallows. Her eyes are closed so tightly that she sees fireworks. The thin cloth barrier between the rough of her palm and the softness of her folds is maddening.
Long after they are finished, spent, and sleeping soundly, Sakura’s eyes stay open. Her head keeps spinning. She doesn’t sleep.
-end-