Ch5 of... Ino-cense
A/N: Dun dun duhhhh- it's here... Mature Content in this chapter, scroll down to the bottom if you want a summary with no... smut. I should warn you I find writing it incredibly awkward, feedback welcome.
Luck falls on Ino's side, and she ends up able to kill two birds with one stone.
The T&I info group find one of the middle men in former Sound territory. Miyaji Uhirato. Merchant, 43, had an investigation by Rice for avoiding imports valuations.
Genma has also squirrelled away some information that hints Mr. Miyaji might be unfaithful to his wife.
This poses an excellent opportunity for Ino. She studies the images and sketches Anko sends her, has the travelling correspondent making enquiries in the 'escort agencies' near to where Mr. Miyaji conducts his above-board merchant business.
They hit jackpot when one of the older matrons of an establishment recognises Mr Miyaji's face and provides his cover name- Tsubaki Moramito (for a fee of course, intelligence work in the underworld is a pricey business).
"Tsubaki-dono... has a few particular tastes," the lady imparts. Ino tears the following conversation out of the travelling correspondent's head to make sure that she has every detail perfect.
It turns out she'll need to practice a couple of things, and since she has an offer from Kiba, it makes sense to drop him an invitation. Find out the scoop, as it were.
Kiba lands on her windowsill with ease.
"Guess this is becoming a habit, huh?" he jokes, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. Ino is surprised- she feels glad to see him, a reaction unusual for her mindset when she starts a target. But if the game is up between them, and she's free to behave however she likes, she can snort and roll her eyes playfully.
"Alright wolfman, ease up- what's the plan first and then we'll see if you get to be a habit..."
Kiba quirks the side of his mouth, exposing a fang. His body shifts to relaxed, and he scans her apartment, inhaling a little. Perhaps he's gaining confidence in the easy camaraderie they seem to have. "Ino, what makes you think I have a plan?! This stuff is supposed to be kind of, spontaneous, right?"
Ino plants her hands on her hips, a perfect eyebrow raised. Her nails are a lovely gentle blushing rose, and her stance is courtesan-poised, shoulders back and chin lifted. She's already sliding into the role Tsubaki-dono will need to see her as.
"Right- right, it's you," he mutters, tousling his Inuzuka mane, "you have a better nose for bullshit than I do." She softens her gaze, because that's a compliment she can preen over. "Just... something you said last time. We'll see if it plays out right."
Ino drifts closer to him, nails grazing over his shins. She makes her breathing unsteady at the point of contact, and carries on this delicate action, fingers skimming along his ankle and one ninja sandal and back up the calf, then the same along the other.
Kiba swallows.
***YOU'RE WARNED. SKIP IF YOU DON'T WANT LEMONS***
"Do... do you have a plan?" His voice is adorably shaky, and his gaze doesn't leave her hands, gliding along the length of his calf and circling one knee, even as they grow close enough that he has to shift his legs wider on the windowsill to fit her between them.
"Maybe," she purrs, palm sliding along his thigh, thick muscle, matching the tension building thick and heavy between them.
"Ino," he whines, gritting his teeth, "no pretending- that's... not what we agreed," but he's looking at her wet lips and hearing her and still falling for it and all it takes is her leaning in, blonde hair rippling over her shoulders, and a delicate whisper, grazing his ear with her teeth.
"I want to, Kiba. Let me practise something on you, no pretending."
She drops her look, and dead calm, coolly, moves her palm higher and higher, until she's pressing against his length. He's rock-hard, like she knew he would be.
"Bingo," she smiles.
"Bitch," Kiba breathes, but he looks dazed, haloed by the afternoon light coming through the window, and- really? Ino brushes against his thoughts with her chakra.
Really?
He's shortcircuited because he's just realised he finds her 'apathetic' vibe hot. Her gaze, penetrating, professional, distanced, is sending waves of heat through him and he's not ready to think about why but fuck he likes it when she looks like he's nothing to her and please and-
Ino pulls out of his thoughts, and smirks at him, rolling her palm along him, feeling his adonis belt twitch.
"I need to practise something," she repeats, voice neutral, looking as impassive as possible, other hand brought up to her lips. With a slow swipe she takes her thumb into her mouth.
It's funny watching it dawn on him, exactly what she has in mind. He braces his hands against her windowsill and his legs part for her further. The impatience pleases her, but let's not get ahead of ourselves- the shinobi pants have to come off first. She steps back for him and he writhes, jerking the fabric over his hips, shucking off his sandals in one motion.
His cock bobs up, flushed red and thick. Ino pauses to scrutinise it, and she can sense Kiba doesn't feel comfortable but likes it in the same squirming mind-blown way as earlier.
"Oh kami," he moans quietly, when she finally sinks down to her knees in front of him, "this is not happening."
Ino reckons she hit another jackpot- Kiba is big. He'll definitely help her goal, and she tells him as such.
"What's your goal?" he breathes.
Ino licks each one of her fingers and then slides them over his cock. He's velvet smooth heat, reassuringly heavy in her hand, as she pumps him with a firm grip. He tilts his head back and swears, the muscles in his stomach jumping.
"I'll be posing as a courtesan for a target who likes throat-fucking," she explains, "My jaw will need stretching out and you're definitely able to choke me if I don't do it right. Hold my hair."
His hands fist in her blonde locks weakly, and he shudders as she sinks down onto him. He tastes- good, actually. Not ice cream, of course, but definitely not the worst she's had.
She bobs her head in his lap, licking and sucking and teasing, warming both him and her jaw up. She had planned to pull away briefly and ask him to start thrusting up into her mouth deeper, but Kiba, as soon as his little moans and twitches subside, tightens his grip on her hair and keeps her from getting back to business.
"Only..." he pants, "only... if you do what I say."
"Fair enough," she replies levelly, wanting to return to extending her lower jaw. He lets her, with a small marvel at her composure, but halfway through, his voice becomes urgent and keening.
"Ino- ha, fuck, Ino... get in here."
The blonde looks up and he's got one hand tapping his temples. He wants her to enter his mind? -ah. She forms the ram seal around his cock, and reaches out.
There's heat pooling in his belly and he's looking down, nails scrabbling at the wood and sinfully good friction- all he wants is to lose himself in moving but he can't, got to show her! got to show her what was it
With herculean effort, Kiba's essence and mind wraps around her and starts tugging at her mental walls of glass- feel it for real, he pleads, lose yourself until I finish and Ino shrugs. Fuck it, she thinks, and it's strange and new to try to undo the poise and distance she worked so hard for. She envisions shattering the glass that separates what is her and what is Kiba and she feels tingles and shivers rippling up her spine.
Yesss- that way, don't stop, Kiba's entire body sings to her, so she smashes down the careful barriers.
She's fisting blonde hair pistoning her hips faster harder so wet nails lengthening so hard it hurts sparks along his skin fighting for control how can she take this so amazing a swooping flutter along the edge of his toes and he wants to bite into her and ride it out waves higher and higher and don't you dare stop their ears listening to the wet sound as they fuck into the back of the throat and feel it fighting off a gag and reaching for more more oh sweet god that- stuttering humming and the edges of their vision going blurry but they look down at the blonde head they're ramming onto their cock as the elastic band goes taut and ohfucksheswallowsthatjustwhatfuckfuckfuck-
Ino disengages.
"Ha," he wheezes out, once he's caught his breath, "I just got the literal definition of mind-blown- fuck that's funny."
"Shut up, dogbreath," Ino grouses, still licking along his cock, cleaning up the last of it, one hand coming up to massage her jaw. He left raking scrapes on her skull.
One of his hands cups her cheek, tilting her gaze up to him. He looks fallen apart, flushed cheeks, a huge sigh escaping bitten lips. Dark eyes smiling down at her.
She rises and fixes her hair back to its usual groomed state.
***EXPLICIT SCENE OVER WOOP WOOP***
"...Do I get a debrief?" Kiba says, after awkwardly shimmying back into his shinobi pants. He looks like a dog shaking off water.
Ino side-eyes him.
"What we just did was incredibly reckless."
"Whatcha mean?"
"I thought you just wanted me in your head. But you kept dragging me in, that was- that was- we fused spirits for a little while- those usually end up permanent!"
"Eh, I trust your capabilities," Kiba lolls his head to one side, a small smile blooming across his face, "Did you like it? for me that was... something. Wow."
Ino nods, because once she's removed her instinctive block against taking that risk again, the experience was not unpleasant. She got to do the strenuous practice and not feel any of the strain, though her jaw does hurt like a bitch now. She discovered Kiba will probably be a compatible practise partner for the future, if she stays out of his head.
But that's all dodging the elephant in the room.
"Did you like it?" Kiba presses, "When you felt what I was feeling?"
"It was intense," she says.
"Ino..."
She has too much pride to say it felt good, because then Kiba's pity might be real. But Kiba is stubborn, and he doesn't take diplomatic tact as a reason to drop it.
"It's not a problem if you say yes," he murmurs, unwittingly hitting the nail on the head. "I get it's probably pretty weird to enjoy kind of uh, doing that to yourself?" Ah. Not quite. Ino has no problems with that part.
"I... kind of... yeah. It was good." she says finally, spreading her hands wide and placating.
"And," he moves to perch next to her, tentative, "What would you say if I said I wanted you to learn to feel like that on your own?"
Ino snorts.
"I'm not broken, so don't fucking fix me, wolfman," she bites.
"It's not about broken, Ino. It's about feeling good," he shrugs, "even if it's just with me sometimes. You've still got the skills for dealing with the other jerks in your life, and I know you probably do it for fun but- y'know, it kinda, well- you felt how different that is to your normal practice stuff."
Ino is surprised for a second. How does he kno- until she realises that the whole spirit joining thing went both ways, and he probably felt her reaction to joining him when it happened.
"It is different," she agrees cautiously, "but I don't think it'll work on me and nor do I particularly want it to. That makes for distraction and we both know distraction is lethal."
"You don't trust yourself." Kiba accuses. "You think if you get used to making it about, uh, pleasure with me... you'll do that with other people too. Way I see it is, you're good at faking, that won't change. But this is a safe space, right? You don't fake, and I'm not a target, and we see if we can both feel good. Alright?"
His conviction is what slowly, slowly undoes her. "Okay." She says, in a small huff.
His arm slings over her shoulder. "Thank you for trying it," he says, in a soft voice, and presses a kiss to her temple. "I have to go help Shino shortly, but see you for practise again soon? If you're not on a mission?"
"I leave as soon as I receive an update," Ino replies, wary, "What's with the cutesy shit?"
"Because I'm saying thank you, Ino. I got mind-blown by a beautiful girl and she's just agreed to try more things that might break my mind, body or both. I'm a lucky guy."
She snorts. "Begone with you, dogbreath," and just like that, he's gone with a grin.
A/N: wellllllp I feel much cringe about posting this, but it felt necessary to the story. Thank you for reading and feel free to review/fav/follow. Feedback is always appreciated!
~featheredblades