A/N- Tidbit.
She almost screamed in honest shock the first time he burrowed inside of her without preamble.
They were in a squared off area, accessed through the back door. The air was ripe with the pleasant and dewy petrichor of the rain. Several cars were parked in the employee lot, glistening from the afternoon downpour. The city sounds ran rampant in every direction and she took a deep breath—hoping to clear the haze of intoxication. Her brain maintained its scattered state but at least, she could still feel her fingers linked to Sai's warm, heavy hands.
Sai led her through the lot to a silver BMW tucked away in the back row, out of the gaze of a looming light pole.
Her skin tingled as she stumbled behind him, the toes of her boots seemed to be dragging through the gravel.
Sai had an urgent step—one foot barely waiting for the other to land, before it was up again. His hands were already working on undoing his pants.
Ino shuddered, feeling a delicious tingle invade every nerve in her body. It had been quite some time since she had some sex and the idea of Sai felt almost forbidden.
Which, now that she thinks about it, is a stupid thought since she had entered a sex-contract with him, and yet—the thought of him fucking her seemed almost taboo.
Probably because, up until now it seemed like just a playful threat shared between them. Up until now neither of them had been putting any pressure on the other to abide by their contractual obligations.
There seemed to be a side of Sai she hadn't detected, and it shouldn't have turned her on, but she felt undeniably horny. And it certainly didn't fucking help that she had drank that disgusting shit Deidara made.
Gods, don't vomit...
It seemed a bit darker near the last row of cars but once they stood in front of the BMW, she twisted in front of the hood to look over Sai.
No simpering smile, eyes blank and low.
"May I?"
He asks, his voice gravelly. His chest rose and fell but she couldn't hear a breath. And though she hadn't looked down to confirm it—she noticed his left arm moving with patient ease, as he stroked himself methodically.
"Ever the gentlemen," she taunted rolling her eyes, gathering all of her hair to hang over one shoulder "How do you want me, dad?"
Sai shuffled behind her, letting out a long trembling breath and the next thing she knew he was pinning her against the wet hood of the BMW with a heavy hand against the small of her back.
"Right there beautiful…" he said in a gentle guttural, so low. She could feel that sound echoing off the walls in her ovaries.
It was a little fucking startling, like some kind of fever dream.
Well damn…
The material of her miniskirt rides up her bare ass—it tickles, and she gets up on her elbows, though her thin arms slip expectedly against the slick hood.
With a look over her shoulder, she watches Sai place one hand under the band of her skirt like a rein—he grips, knuckles hardening against her skin as he moved in closer.
His left hand continued its ministrations, though his eyes watched Ino.
Gods put it the fuck i-…what in th-
Ino was having a significantly hard time digesting the length and girth of Sai. She felt it once and frankly assumed that maybe a lot played into its size—like for instance, maybe stuffing was a factor. There was no shortage of men who'd cosplay their dick size.
Sai, however, was not one of them and she wasn't sure how to feel about it.
The man was an entire horse, and she had given Hinata a hard time about Naruto.
Did God just pull out all of the stops?
"A safe word?" he inquires, his hair windswept as he continued to work up the beefy length of his cock. It seemed even more dangerous in comparison to his hands—which were just as big.
"No…don't need it."
Sai seemed relieved—though dubious, he raised a brow and Ino watched the muscles shift slightly in his abs as he ramped up the speed of his motions.
"Sure."