My arm cradled her head, thumb stroking along her jaw, keeping her face tilted up to me, while my other hand stayed warm on her belly. A girl offering herself up whole, eyes glassy behind crooked frames, lips wet from the kiss I'd stolen. She lay there, eager, still, and waiting.
Waiting for me to do what she'd just said—whatever I wanted.
I licked my lips at the sight. Those red panties hugged her hips perfectly, the fabric stretched taut across her mound. Her thick thighs pressed together, creamy and soft, unmarked by the usual scars that came with a combat-focused shinobi lifestyle. Her knees, still modestly pressed tight as if they weren't begging to be parted, led down to those delicate calves that tapered to her small ankles. Even her bare feet were perfect—small and feminine, toes curled slightly in nervous anticipation.
"You've got me all figured out, huh?" I murmured, moving my hand to those inviting legs, palm settling on her knees, and feeling the warmth of her skin.
Her lips curved, the faintest smug tilt, and she turned her head to press a kiss against my thumb. Her breath was hot against my skin. "M-maybe," she whispered, like she thought she'd scored a point.
Her face—hell, it was sinful. Glasses fogged slightly, cheeks flushed to the ears, mouth parted and wet. Her tongue peeked shyly, dragging across her lower lip. She looked every inch the innocent researcher, except her intoxicating expression screamed at the anticipation.
I let my hand wander, greedy, from the smoothness of her knees to the plush flesh of her thighs, fingers greedy as they explored her soft flesh. Too soft for a kunoichi, softer even than Sakura, and that girl was already half-civilian when it came to thighs and ass.
But unlike the pinkette, Shiho's specialty wasn't combat—her work was in cryptography and intelligence analysis, spending her days hunched over scrolls in the Analysis Division rather than training grounds.
That says more about the Haruno girl and her priorities. But hey, she will soon have other types of priorities, alright.
"Ah... Eishin..." Shiho shuddered, breath stuttering out of her throat in little broken hums, nostrils flaring with every squeeze of her skin. Her thighs twitched under my hand, part of her trying to close them tighter, part of her wanting to spread wider. I didn't rush.
The heat radiating from her skin was incredible, her body responding to every touch with little tremors and sighs.
It'd been too damn long since I bothered with foreplay on her. Not since before our Academy days, really. Time constraints and urgency usually took precedence. And there was no need for it anyway. She was typically wet and ready for me with minimal preparation.
Foreplay was important—fifty percent of sexual enjoyment, if I had to put a number on it. But with Shiho, fucking her brains out usually took priority.
That said, with how well I knew her body's geography and how easily I could get her nice and ready, it was almost criminal not to enjoy the journey sometimes.
Gradually, I coaxed her knees apart, hands stroking along her inner thighs with increasing boldness. Each touch made her breathing hitch, her legs spreading wider without conscious thought. I'd caress down toward those damp red panties, fingertips barely brushing the fabric before retreating back up her thighs, making her whimper with frustration.
Step by step, touch by touch, her body opened for its owner until she was positioned with the soles of her feet together, knees fallen apart in complete submission. The sight was breathtaking—her flushed skin, the way her chest rose and fell rapidly, those panties now completely soaked through.
Her face was a mess of pleasure, glasses fogged, the kisses on my thumb turning wet and mindless, almost sucking at the digit. A thin line of drool escaped the corner of her mouth.
"Please... enough..." she muttered wetly, voice wrapped by need.
This was exactly why I didn't usually bother with extended foreplay with her. Just this little teasing and she was already strung out, teetering on the edge, without me even touching her more sensitive spots. My little nerd had a body that was perfectly attuned to my touch.
"Please what?" I asked, my own breathing becoming labored as I watched her writhe.
She mewled something unintelligible, swallowed hard. "Y-you're… s-so mean…" then shifted and reached down to grab my hard shaft through my pants. It jumped at her touch, and she said with those wet lips, "I-it's been… p-poking at me… f-for a while… Please—use it—on me… in me…"
I breathed out sharply, then my hand moved on its own down to aggressively cup her cunt through those drenched panties. She gasped, flinched, but she quickly had her hips lifting to press harder against my palm.
To warn her to stay still, I tapped her sensitive region firmly—once, twice, three times—and that seemed to have the opposite effect.
Her body locked up, thighs trembling, a silent cry twisting her face. She writhed in my lap, hips grinding up into my hand, every muscle seizing. She gripped my dick harder to anchor herself or to tear it off. Then the dam broke. Heat spread against my palm, panties clinging wetter, her breath coming in ragged sobs as her orgasm tore through her.
By the time it eased, she was a mess. Glasses askew, mouth hanging open, chin shiny with spit, chest heaving like she'd run a mile. She looked a complete mess of sweat and arousal. Her grip on my shaft loosened as well, blessed I was she didn't tear it off.
I shouldn't have been surprised. I'd done this to her. Years of drilling her body until it bent to my rhythm, until even the barest teasing rewired her into climax. I'd trained her through and through.
"I…. I'm sorry, I…." she panted when she regained some composure, "I didn't mean to—I couldn't help—"
Seeing her like that, I couldn't resist teasing her like old times. I clicked my tongue twice. "Here you were saying you wanted my dick, then you go and finish on your own? How am I supposed to take that?"
"I'm sorry! It's just…. t-the pregnancy makes everything more…. and it's been so long since I've seen you—" she babbled, still recovering from her climax.
I cut off her words by pulling her upper body upright with the hand around her neck, positioning her to sit in my lap with her back against my chest. She gasped at the sudden movement. The hand that had lifted her slipped under the V-neck of her dress and found her bare breast.
She gasped, "Ah—E-Eishin—" she broke off, words fragmenting as I began fondling her breast.
No bra, of course. She'd stopped wearing bras a couple of years back—with her baggy, modest clothes, she didn't need the support, and she wasn't the type who liked drawing attention. Her breasts were substantial, though, full, soft, nearly as heavy as Anko's but definitely softer.
And now that she was pregnant, they were only going to swell more. The thought alone had my shaft throbbing.
I nipped her neck, teeth dragging up to her delicate ear and biting the lobe. She shivered so hard her glasses slid off.
"It's not an apology I want to hear," I whispered against her skin.
She shuddered again, then stammered, "Sorry—n-no—I mean—th-thank you—"
I pinched her nipple, hard enough to make her squeak, while my other hand traced up her inner thigh. My breath burned in her ear. "Thank you for what?"
Her body bucked against my chest, lips trembling. "F-for… m-making me… f-feel good…"
Her thighs twitched under my palms when I grazed her again, the wet heat practically burning through those soaked panties. I tilted my head, lips dragging along her ear.
"I didn't quite hear you," I murmured, letting my fingers tap against her like I was impatient with a keyboard. "Be clearer."
She closed her eyes tight, focusing on the sensation between her legs and the next orgasm building up. Face scrunching like she was solving some math puzzle only she could see. And then—sweet little mewl, wet and soft, broken between breaths. "T-thank you… for making me feel good.... so incredibly good, Eishin."
She tried to lace it with dignity, like she was submitting a mission report, but her voice cracked halfway, and it just sounded like my nerd begging.
Cute. So fucking cute.
I leaned down and set my mouth on her fair neck, sucking slowly. She jolted, air catching in her throat, head tilting back instinctively, body jerking like I'd found her secret kill switch. And I had. Shy little archivist, cipher girl, all wrapped up and modest. Of course, her neck was the one place she'd keep hidden, a place no one else touched. Having such an exposed, vulnerable spot lavished with attention sent electric shocks through her entire system.
"D-don't. Huh. You'll… you'll leave marks," she gasped, trying for prim and failing, her voice thinning to a whimper. "P-People will… people will…. they will know…"
"Good," I kissed and sucked harder, marking her pale skin. "They'll see and they will know — you belong to me. No more hiding"
Shiho froze. Completely. She felt like a statue for a moment. Then she jerked her head back to look at me with wide, clear eyes—all the haze of lust suddenly gone. Her glasses had fallen off earlier, leaving her gaze unobstructed and startlingly intense.
I had the urge to lean in and kiss her, but the seriousness in her expression held me back. We maintained eye contact for several long moments.
"Are you... are you serious?" she asked quietly.
I chuckled because that's what I do when I don't know what else to do. "For someone so smart, you can be an idiot sometimes."
She didn't find that amusing at all. The girl frowned, then swiftly shifted and swiveled around so she was straddling me, her soaked panties pressing directly against my erection. Her exposed pale legs bent on either side of my hips, dress bunched up around her waist.
What the fuck— I was utterly surprised. For a moment, I thought the girl in my arms wasn't my Shiho but someone else using a transformation jutsu. But then I remembered the last few minutes, how her body had welcomed my touches—this was definitely my Shiho, but...
She grabbed my face roughly with both hands, peering deep into my eyes like she was trying to read my soul.
"Shiho-sama… is everything alright?" I tried, taken aback by her sudden intensity.
"Are you serious?" she repeated, voice more urgent now. "About not hiding our relationship anymore? About not keeping it secret from everyone?" Her grip on my face tightened.
…Well, shit.
For a second, I wondered if she'd been hiding some yandere core all these years, waiting for the right moment to flip. And here I was thinking I knew this girl inside and out. Turns out, not even close.
I tried to nod, but couldn't with how firmly she was holding my face. I sighed and said seriously, "I'm a possessive bastard, you know that." I grit my teeth. "Of course I want the whole damn world to know what's mine and to stay away from my possessions."
Shiho's eyes widened further. I still didn't understand why she seemed so surprised. Most girls would find that attitude a massive red flag, but Shiho was mine and knew it, had admitted it.
"B-but what about the other girls?" she asked, getting worked up. "Won't they… won't they hate me? Stop talking to you? If they know… if they know I'm the one…"
While I plan for more… bonds that go beyond the ordinary. A constellation, not a single star. Currently, there weren't all that many girls I considered mine. If I had to draw the line, then there were only three. Anko, Shiho, and recently Tsunami. Even Ino was not counted into the fold….yet.
Though I did have some actions with other kunoichi, so I get where she was coming from.
And I was also starting to get what was going on in that brilliant, overthinking mind of hers.
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