Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ The Bet ❯ Shikamaru ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: DoubleDelight 
Disclaimer: You know what this is. No ownership over Naruto, characters, or anything else. If I did would I really be wasting time here? Wouldn’t I have them start making episodes like this? : Imagines and drools:
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Sakura stood there, her mouth agape as she continued to watch for almost another hour. It was then, when Naruto temporarily stopped the romp, that Sakura caught a fleeting glimpse of Ino’s eyes. And the pink haired maiden felt an odd combination of rage, anger, and jealousy. She really had no idea what had caused it, but she knew that it had something to do with what they had been doing. Ino’s eyes were a random, vibrant mix between crimson and cold blue, with the black pupil seeming to act as a whirlpool for the colors.
Sakura gasped, utter envy and terror running through her entire being when she saw this, but she was even more shocked when she heard a voice, oddly familiar yet not quite.
“Sakura-chan, why don’t you join us?” Naruto asked, slowly turning toward the woman in his door. The confident and superior smirk caused Sakura to gasp, completely surprised. However, this didn’t stop her cheeks from growing a vivid red, a blush running along her pale cheeks and across her wide forehead. In fact, the blood rushing to her face made her skin even more colorful than her hair. Her soft, pink lips then moved slowly, clumsily. This caused a toothy grin from the two lovers, who had taken a seat on his leather couch, their bodies turned to face her.
Sakura’s emerald eyes slowly ran along the wooden floor toward the two, her head turning toward them slightly from the downward angle. She had switched to it the moment she realized she was so flushed, her cheeks burning like white flame. However, her eyes stayed on their bare legs, the sight of them completely befuddling and confusing her momentarily. Both of their legs seemed so…sheen, almost as though they had been dipped in clear wax or nail polish. But, once she realized exactly what was covering their limbs, outrage flew into her mind.
“Like I’d ever want a dead-last like you, damn Fox-Boy!” Sakura yelled, her voice filled with contempt and rage as she fully turned toward the two. Her entire body shook as the blood drained from her face, returning to the rest of her body, along with her energy. She clenched her hand into a fist as she grabbed the doorknob. Sakura then turned away from the two, slamming the door so loudly it rivaled the volume of the blond woman’s shrieks.
The two on the couch, however, honestly couldn’t have cared less about Sakura once she was no longer visible to them. They remembered the heat caressing the others skin and the fact that Naruto suggested they take a shower. Together, of course.
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Sakura sat there, her arms wrapped around her knees. She pressed them hard against her chest, squeezing them for dear life. Quiet sobs escaped her lips, the flesh of her legs muffling them even more. Her tears poured from her eyes swiftly, covering her face and the skin on her legs. A loud, roaring pain burned in her chest, but not only there. The pain was equally spread throughout her entire being and body, and she was confused slightly as to why.
She didn’t know why, and had no reason to expect it would hurt this much. ‘This is Naruto for fuck’s sake! It’s not Sasuke-kun! Why the hell-oh God!’ she thought, her thought being overridden by a rumbling in her core. She then jetted forward, propping herself up on her hands and knees, her mouth wide open. Sakura then felt the hot, coarse pain run up through her throat.
The sound of a sickening, sloshing and splashing noise echoed in the empty room she was in. Even though the bright sunlight covered about half of the room through the huge, floor-to-ceiling windows, the maiden felt no warmth. Despite the fact she was surrounded by the sun and a large, heavy wool blanket, she felt no warmth. Also, she truly did not mind when the green and yellow mixture coming from her mouth splashed up on her thin arms and face.
‘Oh God, what’s going on?’ Sakura thought, completely scared by her reaction. It wasn’t that what she had seen had been completely unexpected. After all, he was just a part of the bet that Ino had started. But, something about it was so, so…wrong. Sakura had never truly expected Ino to snag Naruto for herself, but that wasn’t it. His reaction to her presence, to Sakura’s presence, had been what truly hurt her. Naruto’s eyes, that demonic and unnatural mixture of red and blue that formed his eyes had shown her exactly what he had truly thought of her. ‘He…He didn’t care that I was there. He didn’t care that I had seen him. With Ino of all people!’ Sakura thought wildly to herself as her clear tears mixed with the vile concoction that presently pushed lightly against her hands.
Her tears continued for a long time, along with the painful regurgitation. Eventually, her vomit shifted from a thick, goo-like and greenish ooze to a clear, more water-like substance as she threw up everything that was within her, her stomach acid burning her throat, scorching it intolerably. Nevertheless, she stayed there, in that sickening position, her hands now surrounded by the acid from within her as her heart burned from the Acid Naruto had poured on it.
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It really was a pathetic sight if you stared at it long enough. Oh sure, you could see the anguish in her aura, and the distress in her features, but eventually that ceased to be prevalent. Soon enough you could see just exactly why she was so inconsolable, so blinded by pain. It was rage. Pure, simple and obvious rage. Rage at the fact that Ino, the woman she so despised and yet loved, had stolen one of the few constants in her life.
One of them was Sasuke. She always knew that he would be that same, hard-ass man who never smiled, deep inside her somewhere. She always was certain that he wouldn’t change, despite her hope that she could somehow change that. Another thing Sakura was always certain of was Kakashi-sensei. It seemed as though whenever he was with the woman, he had that perverted Icha Icha Paradise book pressed against his nose. Whenever she thought about him, Kakashi, she was forced to smile. He would always be the same, as she had the feeling he was that same pervert, even when he was younger then Naruto when they became Genin.
However, the last of her constants was just violently, viciously stolen from her. And that was Naruto. Not only him, but it was also the way he felt for her, the loving, tender attitude that always appeared whenever it was just the two of them. Like when they had been together, almost constantly, when Naruto was in the hospital after he tried to rescue Sasuke. Guilt drove her to be near him, to try comforting the man who risked his life for the man she loved, despite how he himself felt. However, during that time something that she had not recognized in anyone appeared.
It was Love. Not that kind of romantic, sweet-whispers-in-your-ear type of love, but another kind. It was the fully natural, symbiotic love and compassion that drove comrades together, the force that kept them closer to one another than to their spouses, if they had any. It was that warm, tender concern that she had for him that Ino broke.
“How…Why…How…” Sakura mumbled to herself after a long silence. Her eyes had dried, as if she had plopped them out of her head and rung them like they were wet towels. They were so itchy, red and swollen, but she couldn’t find the energy to move her arms and rub them, although if she did she would probably be utterly appalled. The only thing she could do was kneel there on all fours, trying to raise complete thoughts from her aching mind and sore throat.
“Sakura.” A voice said, coming from a little bit to her right. It was low, and somewhat deep, and that fact alone made her head jerk toward it in uncertain anticipation. However, Sakura was disappointed immensely by the person she saw. She was hoping for Naruto, even though she wasn’t sure how she would react, and she silently wished for Sasuke to be out of the hospital to come for her.
However, the only thing that greeted her sight was the view of a lean, decently sized man a year older than her. His black hair ran upward jaggedly, sprouting out at their tips, giving the impression of a coconut. The man was wearing a typical Jounin outfit, a green, thick vest with black pants. However, on his right breast was a symbol of two black circles with white borders, one within the other. And if that wasn’t a clear enough sign who it was, his perpetually bored eyes were.
“Shik…Shikamaru.” the woman said, her voice hoarse. Once he had her response and her eyes on his, he moved. Slowly walking toward her direction, he scooped low, picking her up by the stomach with one arm and a strong grip.
“Wha-What’s going on?” she asked, her voice still raspy, but an inflection of curiosity and alarm was faintly imprinted on it.
“No one wants to talk with a walking vomit machine. It’s much to disturbing and far too troublesome.” He said, his voice being its normal bland and blank tone. With that he took a step forward, and in less than a second they were inside her bathroom. It wasn’t anything spectacular, but it was good enough. White tiles adorned the walls and a marble counter surrounded a white porcelain sink. Her bathtub was quite small, but that was natural seeing that she lived alone now in her semi-new apartment.
“Ever the charmer.” Sakura said, her voice still hoarse and rough as she attempted cutting sarcasm, but she failed miserably as her voice was too uncontrollable at the moment. However, she had to agree with him, even though she desperately wished for another man’s touch. It was then, being held up at her middle, that she saw her hands. Utter repulsion took hold of her as she saw them. ‘I’ve been crying for far too long’ she thought to herself. Drying tears were wrapped around her arms, sticking to her like half-formed beads of sweat, and there were so many she actually felt the weight she made.
Despite the tears, the real shocker was her hands and wrists. The green goo that she had been laying covered her hands and had dried, sticking to her flesh disgustingly, and she wanted it off so intensely she stared at them. In fact, she didn’t even notice when he plopped her in the bath. She came to her senses, though, when he spoke.
“I’m going to get you a towel.” Shikamaru said, turning around swiftly. He stepped out for a moment, walking down the hallway to her bedroom. He stopped at the L-shaped corner, turned toward the door, and grabbed the handle. Shikamaru pulled on the door, his strength easily shaking the door from its jammed state before he grabbed a large and light pink towel. In another moment, he walked back into the room with the waiting woman still in the bath.
“Here.” He said, shoving it over her shoulder. “I’m outside, cleaning off the carpet and couch. Shower, brush your teeth, and then come out. I’ll have details when you’re done.” He said, his voice getting slightly aggravated. And with that he was gone, shutting the door silently behind him as he walked out, leaving Sakura in a dazed confusion.
It wasn’t long before she slowly caught up with what he had said, however, and she took time to look at herself. Without moving her legs she bent over nearly 180 degrees and began to slowly inspect them. ‘No vomit, there at least’ she thought, remembering about her arms. But it does seem I’ve splashed some on my chest and stomach’ she thought as she straightened up, her eyes swiftly checking the areas. Also, when she glimpsed at the mirror she discovered some of her right and left cheeks had a clear green paste on it.
She let out a long, ragged sigh as she reached around herself. She hated to get her dress even more tainted by the foul concoction of her juices and what little food she had eaten, but she really didn’t have a choice. So reluctantly she searched the back of her neck, slightly relieved when she felt the smooth metal beneath her fingers.
She pulled on the metal zipper, her ears barely noticing the sound of it running down her back. She continued to tug on the metal rod, twisting her arm in the middle of the motion so she could push instead of pull. She always found it so much easier to do that for some reason, and now she didn’t even think about it.
Her mind had reached the oddest form of peace imaginable and she was left emotionless. Something about the entire situation she was in seemed so unique, so different that it forced her chaotic and thrashing mind to grind to a halt. Standing there, removing the dirty and soiled dress she had put on only a few hours before, her forearms covered in the sickly green paste of her intestines and stomach as her biceps, face, neck and chest were covered with dried tears. Something about being so emotional, in touch with herself and her soul, strangled her emotions and forced her to stare blankly into nothingness as her heart leapt to an epiphany.
“I…I love him. I love Naruto. Uzumaki Naruto…” she mumbled slightly to herself, her small, pink lips barely moving as her throat made the soft, miraculously steady squeak. “Of all people it could have been, I love that blond-haired Idiot.” She said, smiling lightly. She leaned against the wall of the shower, the cold tile pressing against her back, relaxing her muscles once she got over the initial embrace of it.
Sakura then turned, a soft, tender smile spreading across her lips as she straightened her knees. Her hand stretched out, the fingers brushing lightly against the metal knob labeled ‘H’ as she twisted it to the right. A hot stream of water thrust out to her from above, covering her body in the blink of an eye. Her hand then moved again, this time at her eye level as she grabbed the brown loufa (sp?). A soft, warm hum came from her throat as she began to rub herself down, starting on her arms.
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“How troublesome.” Shikamaru said lightly, sitting on Sakura’s cushioned chair. His head turned ever so slightly, his eyes moving toward the suede couch, light in color. She never used the thing that much was obvious from the pure cleanliness of it. It was still tight, lacking the proper amount of use that a couch would go through in almost anyone’s home. ‘She probably only uses it when she has company’ he thought, instantly knowing that he was right.
His thoughts had been lost on the couch, his eyes blank and expressionless as always. However, his senses were still working, just on a much lower scale than normal. So he hadn’t noticed the low song she was humming, and was surprised when he heard the door open. His head snapped to the sound, and instantly a vibrant red came to his cheeks.
Every part of her arms was a dark red, the top layers of her skin being forcibly pushed off of her body. Her face was the same way, as well as her arms. However, the fact that he had seen her like that hadn’t forced his neck to snap away, it was the fact that he could see everything.
Sakura turned to him, smiling in a calm and warm atmosphere that she set about herself. She didn’t care that she had nothing covering her wet, shower fresh body. All she did was walk swiftly toward Shikamaru, a pure yet lecherous idea in her mind.
“Ino’s with Naruto. And right now their probably fucking each other up the wall, literally.” She said, the unnatural words in her sentences coming as normally to her as the sun rising in the east.
“I know, Sakura. That’s…That’s why I’m here.” He said, his breath hitched as he purposely avoided looking at her. However, that was hardly an option when she moved an inch in front of him, her hands behind her waist. “What’re you doing?”
“It hurts you. I can feel it in your voice.” She said, smiling tenderly as she turned her head down to him. Her right hand then moved to his face, cupping his chin and pulling it upward. She watched as he tried to look into her clear emerald eyes, but his attention kept getting displaced. She then smirked as his eyes became stuck on the rosy buds of her nipples.
“It’s okay, Shikamaru. I can feel what you need. Please, let us both get rid of these boundaries that keep us from the others.” Sakura said, pulling him to his feet by his chin. She met surprisingly little resistance as she leant into him, her lips catching his and pushing against them lightly. Moaning and falling into a completely foreign instinct, she ran her tongue over his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her bare body as her heat seeped into his through his soon-to-be removed clothes.
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Ino let out a long, strangled moan as she pressed her back into the cold tile. Her head pressed hard into the ceiling, banging it loudly as she was forced to bend her neck. However, she didn’t care because she felt warm hands grab her ass, keeping her suspended in the air as a slippery tongue moved over and into her center. Her moan intensified as she felt his tongue run along the most concentrated nerves in her, ending her over the scorching white hill for the umpteenth time.
Afterward her senses were heightened and she could feel every drop of sweat and water on her soaked skin. She could sense every particle of her being and could smell the warm fluid running down her leg. Her eyes shot open, watching a tongue run up and down her long, muscular legs, eagerly drinking in her juices. She panted heavily, her mind scattered as she began to wonder ‘why did Naruto choose me? He obviously could have stopped this and thrown me off of him once Sakura had seen. But Naruto had chosen me over her. Wh-oh GOD!’ she screamed in her mind, her voice immediately following suite with an intense, loud moan as she was pulled down to his waiting cock.
Her eyes widened as she was forced to take him into her. However, forced would hardly be the word to use since she had never and would never complain, always eagerly grinding her hips against his or opening her throat to him. This time he forced her to do something she had never done before this encounter, anal sex.
Naruto his cock balls-deep into Ino with one fluid, brutal motion. She yelped, not completely used to this as a small dose of pain pan through her, mixing with the pleasure she received. With every thrust she was unsure whether to whimper or moan, her body doing an odd mixture of the two. Her head was forced forward, her cheek sliding along the slippery tile as water poured down onto both of tangled bodies.
She could feel him fully in her ass, still delighting in the completely filling and overwhelming sensations he gave her. She panted, her voice a melting pot of different emotions as hair stuck to every inch of her flesh that it could.
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A.N. So, how was it people? Like the ending? I know, short, sorry. Anyway, serious question. A lot of the reviews have been asking about a Naruto/Ino/Sakura threesome. So comment to me whether you want it or not. Also, Naruto, Ino, and whoever I choose will not be virgin during this story. In fact, Sakura and Shikamaru are losing theirs as I speak. :watches Shika hungrily dig into a small patch of pink hair:
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.03.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 17 | Visits: 2.9K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: You know what this is. No ownership over Naruto, characters, or anything else. If I did would I really be wasting time here? Wouldn’t I have them start making episodes like this? : Imagines and drools:
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Sakura stood there, her mouth agape as she continued to watch for almost another hour. It was then, when Naruto temporarily stopped the romp, that Sakura caught a fleeting glimpse of Ino’s eyes. And the pink haired maiden felt an odd combination of rage, anger, and jealousy. She really had no idea what had caused it, but she knew that it had something to do with what they had been doing. Ino’s eyes were a random, vibrant mix between crimson and cold blue, with the black pupil seeming to act as a whirlpool for the colors.
Sakura gasped, utter envy and terror running through her entire being when she saw this, but she was even more shocked when she heard a voice, oddly familiar yet not quite.
“Sakura-chan, why don’t you join us?” Naruto asked, slowly turning toward the woman in his door. The confident and superior smirk caused Sakura to gasp, completely surprised. However, this didn’t stop her cheeks from growing a vivid red, a blush running along her pale cheeks and across her wide forehead. In fact, the blood rushing to her face made her skin even more colorful than her hair. Her soft, pink lips then moved slowly, clumsily. This caused a toothy grin from the two lovers, who had taken a seat on his leather couch, their bodies turned to face her.
Sakura’s emerald eyes slowly ran along the wooden floor toward the two, her head turning toward them slightly from the downward angle. She had switched to it the moment she realized she was so flushed, her cheeks burning like white flame. However, her eyes stayed on their bare legs, the sight of them completely befuddling and confusing her momentarily. Both of their legs seemed so…sheen, almost as though they had been dipped in clear wax or nail polish. But, once she realized exactly what was covering their limbs, outrage flew into her mind.
“Like I’d ever want a dead-last like you, damn Fox-Boy!” Sakura yelled, her voice filled with contempt and rage as she fully turned toward the two. Her entire body shook as the blood drained from her face, returning to the rest of her body, along with her energy. She clenched her hand into a fist as she grabbed the doorknob. Sakura then turned away from the two, slamming the door so loudly it rivaled the volume of the blond woman’s shrieks.
The two on the couch, however, honestly couldn’t have cared less about Sakura once she was no longer visible to them. They remembered the heat caressing the others skin and the fact that Naruto suggested they take a shower. Together, of course.
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Sakura sat there, her arms wrapped around her knees. She pressed them hard against her chest, squeezing them for dear life. Quiet sobs escaped her lips, the flesh of her legs muffling them even more. Her tears poured from her eyes swiftly, covering her face and the skin on her legs. A loud, roaring pain burned in her chest, but not only there. The pain was equally spread throughout her entire being and body, and she was confused slightly as to why.
She didn’t know why, and had no reason to expect it would hurt this much. ‘This is Naruto for fuck’s sake! It’s not Sasuke-kun! Why the hell-oh God!’ she thought, her thought being overridden by a rumbling in her core. She then jetted forward, propping herself up on her hands and knees, her mouth wide open. Sakura then felt the hot, coarse pain run up through her throat.
The sound of a sickening, sloshing and splashing noise echoed in the empty room she was in. Even though the bright sunlight covered about half of the room through the huge, floor-to-ceiling windows, the maiden felt no warmth. Despite the fact she was surrounded by the sun and a large, heavy wool blanket, she felt no warmth. Also, she truly did not mind when the green and yellow mixture coming from her mouth splashed up on her thin arms and face.
‘Oh God, what’s going on?’ Sakura thought, completely scared by her reaction. It wasn’t that what she had seen had been completely unexpected. After all, he was just a part of the bet that Ino had started. But, something about it was so, so…wrong. Sakura had never truly expected Ino to snag Naruto for herself, but that wasn’t it. His reaction to her presence, to Sakura’s presence, had been what truly hurt her. Naruto’s eyes, that demonic and unnatural mixture of red and blue that formed his eyes had shown her exactly what he had truly thought of her. ‘He…He didn’t care that I was there. He didn’t care that I had seen him. With Ino of all people!’ Sakura thought wildly to herself as her clear tears mixed with the vile concoction that presently pushed lightly against her hands.
Her tears continued for a long time, along with the painful regurgitation. Eventually, her vomit shifted from a thick, goo-like and greenish ooze to a clear, more water-like substance as she threw up everything that was within her, her stomach acid burning her throat, scorching it intolerably. Nevertheless, she stayed there, in that sickening position, her hands now surrounded by the acid from within her as her heart burned from the Acid Naruto had poured on it.
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It really was a pathetic sight if you stared at it long enough. Oh sure, you could see the anguish in her aura, and the distress in her features, but eventually that ceased to be prevalent. Soon enough you could see just exactly why she was so inconsolable, so blinded by pain. It was rage. Pure, simple and obvious rage. Rage at the fact that Ino, the woman she so despised and yet loved, had stolen one of the few constants in her life.
One of them was Sasuke. She always knew that he would be that same, hard-ass man who never smiled, deep inside her somewhere. She always was certain that he wouldn’t change, despite her hope that she could somehow change that. Another thing Sakura was always certain of was Kakashi-sensei. It seemed as though whenever he was with the woman, he had that perverted Icha Icha Paradise book pressed against his nose. Whenever she thought about him, Kakashi, she was forced to smile. He would always be the same, as she had the feeling he was that same pervert, even when he was younger then Naruto when they became Genin.
However, the last of her constants was just violently, viciously stolen from her. And that was Naruto. Not only him, but it was also the way he felt for her, the loving, tender attitude that always appeared whenever it was just the two of them. Like when they had been together, almost constantly, when Naruto was in the hospital after he tried to rescue Sasuke. Guilt drove her to be near him, to try comforting the man who risked his life for the man she loved, despite how he himself felt. However, during that time something that she had not recognized in anyone appeared.
It was Love. Not that kind of romantic, sweet-whispers-in-your-ear type of love, but another kind. It was the fully natural, symbiotic love and compassion that drove comrades together, the force that kept them closer to one another than to their spouses, if they had any. It was that warm, tender concern that she had for him that Ino broke.
“How…Why…How…” Sakura mumbled to herself after a long silence. Her eyes had dried, as if she had plopped them out of her head and rung them like they were wet towels. They were so itchy, red and swollen, but she couldn’t find the energy to move her arms and rub them, although if she did she would probably be utterly appalled. The only thing she could do was kneel there on all fours, trying to raise complete thoughts from her aching mind and sore throat.
“Sakura.” A voice said, coming from a little bit to her right. It was low, and somewhat deep, and that fact alone made her head jerk toward it in uncertain anticipation. However, Sakura was disappointed immensely by the person she saw. She was hoping for Naruto, even though she wasn’t sure how she would react, and she silently wished for Sasuke to be out of the hospital to come for her.
However, the only thing that greeted her sight was the view of a lean, decently sized man a year older than her. His black hair ran upward jaggedly, sprouting out at their tips, giving the impression of a coconut. The man was wearing a typical Jounin outfit, a green, thick vest with black pants. However, on his right breast was a symbol of two black circles with white borders, one within the other. And if that wasn’t a clear enough sign who it was, his perpetually bored eyes were.
“Shik…Shikamaru.” the woman said, her voice hoarse. Once he had her response and her eyes on his, he moved. Slowly walking toward her direction, he scooped low, picking her up by the stomach with one arm and a strong grip.
“Wha-What’s going on?” she asked, her voice still raspy, but an inflection of curiosity and alarm was faintly imprinted on it.
“No one wants to talk with a walking vomit machine. It’s much to disturbing and far too troublesome.” He said, his voice being its normal bland and blank tone. With that he took a step forward, and in less than a second they were inside her bathroom. It wasn’t anything spectacular, but it was good enough. White tiles adorned the walls and a marble counter surrounded a white porcelain sink. Her bathtub was quite small, but that was natural seeing that she lived alone now in her semi-new apartment.
“Ever the charmer.” Sakura said, her voice still hoarse and rough as she attempted cutting sarcasm, but she failed miserably as her voice was too uncontrollable at the moment. However, she had to agree with him, even though she desperately wished for another man’s touch. It was then, being held up at her middle, that she saw her hands. Utter repulsion took hold of her as she saw them. ‘I’ve been crying for far too long’ she thought to herself. Drying tears were wrapped around her arms, sticking to her like half-formed beads of sweat, and there were so many she actually felt the weight she made.
Despite the tears, the real shocker was her hands and wrists. The green goo that she had been laying covered her hands and had dried, sticking to her flesh disgustingly, and she wanted it off so intensely she stared at them. In fact, she didn’t even notice when he plopped her in the bath. She came to her senses, though, when he spoke.
“I’m going to get you a towel.” Shikamaru said, turning around swiftly. He stepped out for a moment, walking down the hallway to her bedroom. He stopped at the L-shaped corner, turned toward the door, and grabbed the handle. Shikamaru pulled on the door, his strength easily shaking the door from its jammed state before he grabbed a large and light pink towel. In another moment, he walked back into the room with the waiting woman still in the bath.
“Here.” He said, shoving it over her shoulder. “I’m outside, cleaning off the carpet and couch. Shower, brush your teeth, and then come out. I’ll have details when you’re done.” He said, his voice getting slightly aggravated. And with that he was gone, shutting the door silently behind him as he walked out, leaving Sakura in a dazed confusion.
It wasn’t long before she slowly caught up with what he had said, however, and she took time to look at herself. Without moving her legs she bent over nearly 180 degrees and began to slowly inspect them. ‘No vomit, there at least’ she thought, remembering about her arms. But it does seem I’ve splashed some on my chest and stomach’ she thought as she straightened up, her eyes swiftly checking the areas. Also, when she glimpsed at the mirror she discovered some of her right and left cheeks had a clear green paste on it.
She let out a long, ragged sigh as she reached around herself. She hated to get her dress even more tainted by the foul concoction of her juices and what little food she had eaten, but she really didn’t have a choice. So reluctantly she searched the back of her neck, slightly relieved when she felt the smooth metal beneath her fingers.
She pulled on the metal zipper, her ears barely noticing the sound of it running down her back. She continued to tug on the metal rod, twisting her arm in the middle of the motion so she could push instead of pull. She always found it so much easier to do that for some reason, and now she didn’t even think about it.
Her mind had reached the oddest form of peace imaginable and she was left emotionless. Something about the entire situation she was in seemed so unique, so different that it forced her chaotic and thrashing mind to grind to a halt. Standing there, removing the dirty and soiled dress she had put on only a few hours before, her forearms covered in the sickly green paste of her intestines and stomach as her biceps, face, neck and chest were covered with dried tears. Something about being so emotional, in touch with herself and her soul, strangled her emotions and forced her to stare blankly into nothingness as her heart leapt to an epiphany.
“I…I love him. I love Naruto. Uzumaki Naruto…” she mumbled slightly to herself, her small, pink lips barely moving as her throat made the soft, miraculously steady squeak. “Of all people it could have been, I love that blond-haired Idiot.” She said, smiling lightly. She leaned against the wall of the shower, the cold tile pressing against her back, relaxing her muscles once she got over the initial embrace of it.
Sakura then turned, a soft, tender smile spreading across her lips as she straightened her knees. Her hand stretched out, the fingers brushing lightly against the metal knob labeled ‘H’ as she twisted it to the right. A hot stream of water thrust out to her from above, covering her body in the blink of an eye. Her hand then moved again, this time at her eye level as she grabbed the brown loufa (sp?). A soft, warm hum came from her throat as she began to rub herself down, starting on her arms.
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“How troublesome.” Shikamaru said lightly, sitting on Sakura’s cushioned chair. His head turned ever so slightly, his eyes moving toward the suede couch, light in color. She never used the thing that much was obvious from the pure cleanliness of it. It was still tight, lacking the proper amount of use that a couch would go through in almost anyone’s home. ‘She probably only uses it when she has company’ he thought, instantly knowing that he was right.
His thoughts had been lost on the couch, his eyes blank and expressionless as always. However, his senses were still working, just on a much lower scale than normal. So he hadn’t noticed the low song she was humming, and was surprised when he heard the door open. His head snapped to the sound, and instantly a vibrant red came to his cheeks.
Every part of her arms was a dark red, the top layers of her skin being forcibly pushed off of her body. Her face was the same way, as well as her arms. However, the fact that he had seen her like that hadn’t forced his neck to snap away, it was the fact that he could see everything.
Sakura turned to him, smiling in a calm and warm atmosphere that she set about herself. She didn’t care that she had nothing covering her wet, shower fresh body. All she did was walk swiftly toward Shikamaru, a pure yet lecherous idea in her mind.
“Ino’s with Naruto. And right now their probably fucking each other up the wall, literally.” She said, the unnatural words in her sentences coming as normally to her as the sun rising in the east.
“I know, Sakura. That’s…That’s why I’m here.” He said, his breath hitched as he purposely avoided looking at her. However, that was hardly an option when she moved an inch in front of him, her hands behind her waist. “What’re you doing?”
“It hurts you. I can feel it in your voice.” She said, smiling tenderly as she turned her head down to him. Her right hand then moved to his face, cupping his chin and pulling it upward. She watched as he tried to look into her clear emerald eyes, but his attention kept getting displaced. She then smirked as his eyes became stuck on the rosy buds of her nipples.
“It’s okay, Shikamaru. I can feel what you need. Please, let us both get rid of these boundaries that keep us from the others.” Sakura said, pulling him to his feet by his chin. She met surprisingly little resistance as she leant into him, her lips catching his and pushing against them lightly. Moaning and falling into a completely foreign instinct, she ran her tongue over his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her bare body as her heat seeped into his through his soon-to-be removed clothes.
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Ino let out a long, strangled moan as she pressed her back into the cold tile. Her head pressed hard into the ceiling, banging it loudly as she was forced to bend her neck. However, she didn’t care because she felt warm hands grab her ass, keeping her suspended in the air as a slippery tongue moved over and into her center. Her moan intensified as she felt his tongue run along the most concentrated nerves in her, ending her over the scorching white hill for the umpteenth time.
Afterward her senses were heightened and she could feel every drop of sweat and water on her soaked skin. She could sense every particle of her being and could smell the warm fluid running down her leg. Her eyes shot open, watching a tongue run up and down her long, muscular legs, eagerly drinking in her juices. She panted heavily, her mind scattered as she began to wonder ‘why did Naruto choose me? He obviously could have stopped this and thrown me off of him once Sakura had seen. But Naruto had chosen me over her. Wh-oh GOD!’ she screamed in her mind, her voice immediately following suite with an intense, loud moan as she was pulled down to his waiting cock.
Her eyes widened as she was forced to take him into her. However, forced would hardly be the word to use since she had never and would never complain, always eagerly grinding her hips against his or opening her throat to him. This time he forced her to do something she had never done before this encounter, anal sex.
Naruto his cock balls-deep into Ino with one fluid, brutal motion. She yelped, not completely used to this as a small dose of pain pan through her, mixing with the pleasure she received. With every thrust she was unsure whether to whimper or moan, her body doing an odd mixture of the two. Her head was forced forward, her cheek sliding along the slippery tile as water poured down onto both of tangled bodies.
She could feel him fully in her ass, still delighting in the completely filling and overwhelming sensations he gave her. She panted, her voice a melting pot of different emotions as hair stuck to every inch of her flesh that it could.
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A.N. So, how was it people? Like the ending? I know, short, sorry. Anyway, serious question. A lot of the reviews have been asking about a Naruto/Ino/Sakura threesome. So comment to me whether you want it or not. Also, Naruto, Ino, and whoever I choose will not be virgin during this story. In fact, Sakura and Shikamaru are losing theirs as I speak. :watches Shika hungrily dig into a small patch of pink hair:
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.03.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 17 | Visits: 2.9K | Status: Work In Progress