Authors Note: Leaving this as a one-shot unless people really want to see more. Maybe then I'll come back to it.
"Oi, Naruto…"
My face didn't so much as twitch.
'Yeah?'
"I'm getting hungry."
"Shocker."
The old man across the counter glanced up at the sarcastic drawl, but only for a moment before gaze was drawn back down by near palpable fear towards money being passed his way. It was almost second nature at this point to ignore the way his hands trembled while sweat beaded heavily across his brow as he finished bagging my groceries and passing back the change.
"P-please come again…"
"Lie."
'No fucking shit Kurama, really?'
"When did you become such a snarky little bastard?"
'Considering it's probably your fault, I imagine sometime after I met you?'
"Tch. Disrespectful brat." The voice grumbled, inaudible to anyone besides me as I refocused on the awkwardly shivering shopkeeper.
"Don't worry…" Dark blue eyes glowed from within the depths of a burnt orange hood as I slid my fingers through the handles of the bag and began to pull away, picking up where I'd left off without so much as missing a beat. "I will."
The faintest traces of a whimper made it to my ears before the door slid shut and Konoha's evening air embraced me, carrying warm tidings as I paused to simply breathe it in, eyes gliding across a sky dyed the perfect colour as the sun drifted towards the horizon.
"Gehehehehe, I think you made him piss himself."
'Why out of all the mountain sized monsters I could have ended up with, did I have to get the child? I sighed, feet already tracing the familiar route home as the primordial tenor in my head snickered.
"You looooove me~"
'I tolerate you… barely.'
"Keep telling yourself that. Wake me up when you've found us something to eat."
The voice trailed off as it sunk back into the depths of my subconscious and I simply basked in the rhythmic feeling of my feet striking the dirt, one step after another as day slithered into night and the last few stragglers trying to get their errands done were replaced by a quickly growing nightlife. It was peaceful… too peaceful.
Thankfully, then came the feeling of a very familiar chakra nipping at the back of my neck, jumping and sizzling like the leftover traces of a thunderstorm. The hood draped around my face barely shifted as I glanced across the street to meet a somehow equally, if not more so, lethargic eye, its owner sat at the outside table of a bar so bustling it was practically spilling out onto the streets. Said eyes didn't even blink as I twisted on the spot without missing a step and cut across the road, hands jammed deep inside my pockets while the group of what could only be Jonin sprinkled with the occasional Tokubetsu gradually became more and more aware of my approach.
With every step their conversations bled off, leaving the table uncomfortably silent as I pulled to a dead stop, feet crunching quietly against the gravel, and looked down at a gravity defying spout of silver hair. The one black orb not covered up by a headband hadn't even shifted a millimetre as I dragged one calloused hand out from my hoodie, the motion quickly mirrored by the older Shinobi parked underneath who even took the time to bookmark his page at a blistering pace before clapping it closed and swinging his palm upwards as the tension around us ratcheted, bodies moving in unison as we both swung our arms with enough force to crack stone and-
'THWACK!'
…
Clasped hands.
"Yo!"
I could feel the multiple gazes flicker over me in blatant surprise as whatever irritation I'd managed to build up from that shopkeeper simply bled out of me, my eyes undoubtedly shifting from a stormy azure to crystal clear cerulean as a smile strained my lips to their limit.
"Aniki!"
Fuck that felt good to say.
Like scissors being taken to a pulled taut string the tension snapped, vanishing entirely as every jaw person at the table stilled and their ingrained response towards brutal violence petered off into stunned confusion mixed with bewilderment.
""... Aniki?!""
With a casual ease that belied his hidden amusement Kakashi smiled, sole eye crinkling as he manoeuvred his beloved book into the pouch at his waist with one hand while the other began to flow.
Shake.
Fist bump.
Up, down, left, right.
Bird.
Jellyfish.
Swashbuckle.
The handshake grew more and more bizarre and my smile grew with every convoluted step. It was moments like these that made everything worthwhile, the rest of the world falling away as I drank in the bizarre feeling of belonging that something so silly could bring me as we flawlessly slid back into the same gip we'd started in, the comforting squeeze he gave my hand saying more than words ever could before he pulled back and I was left to ride the echoes of my content.
"...What the fuck did I just watch, and can I see it again?"
It took all my self-control not to jolt as the loud, abrasive voice reminded me that we weren't alone, a fact I silently criticised myself for forgetting no matter how briefly, before I turned my attention to the woman who'd spoken.
She was hot… no point skirting around it.
They were clearly dressed for a night out on the town, their usual uniforms and outfits traded for more civilian apparel that I was more than happy to appreciate as I saw the tight, slinky cocktail dress a woman with curves those killer had no business fitting into, the dangerous light in her eyes as she saw my naked approval reminding me more and more of a blade tucked away inside a particularly sexy sheath.
Even if that sheath did compliment her equally purple hair.
I decided to just follow Kakashi's lead as he barely offered her a glance before switching his full attention back my way. Something that clearly ticked her off if the wildly twitching muscle in her temple was anything to go by. That didn't stop me from listening to one of the few people in this Village I actually liked as the shinobi on either side desperately coaxed her back while she fought to break forward and throttle either me, him or both of us.
"Yo, Naruto. Welcome home."
It was said so casually but that same feeling of overwhelming warmth poured into my chest, even if no one else realised just how much those words meant to me, or that I knew he knew.
"... Glad to be back."
It wasn't often I meant it.
"How was your mission?" He asked, still ignoring the purple one's anger with an ease I couldn't help but envy, even as I shrugged and tilted my head from side to side in a 'so-so' gesture.
"It was… successful?"
The arched eyebrow told me all I need to know of his opinion on that, the dull stare feeling just as heavy now as it did all those years ago when we'd first met. Safe to say, I never had much luck keeping secrets from Kakashi.
"... They can't prove it was me." I said unrepentantly, even as I looked at anything other than him.
A beat of prodding silence, but I didn't budge.
"Huh, right… So what did you definitely not do?" He played along.
This is one of the things I loved most about Kakashi. He just got me.
"Well, I definitely didn't not… not…remodel Rice country's border… Ya know?"
His wasn't the only deadpan stare being shot my way as the words registered to those around us, their previous evaluations shifting on a dime as they saw Kakashi treat my statement like there wasn't a shred of him that didn't believe me.
"Well…" He paused, probably allowing time for the tension to build between my shoulders before giving one sharp, decisive nod. "Good job on definitely not not doing that. Or getting caught. Since I definitely don't know."
I practically slumped as he let me off and the tension washed away like water in a bucket, the amusement in his twitching jaw going unnoticed by everyone else as a sheepish chuckle broke past my teeth while one hand went deeper towards the back of my hood to run through the back of my hair.
"Umm, right, as enlightening as this is into your particular brand of discipline." A laid-back drawl cut through the air and drew my attention to one of the other Shinobi sat at the table, his bearing suggesting nothing less than Tokubetsu as he absentmindedly chewed on a toothpick and met my eyes with an ambivalent gaze that belied a clear wit. "Don't you think you should introduce us?"
Kakashi sighed like he'd rather do literally anything else, and I knew for a fact he would, but he still straightened up the minutest amount.
"If I must." He began, dragging a hand up to point a single crooked finger my way. "As most of you would have gathered, this is my little brother, Naruto." The confirmation that, as far as he was concerned anyway, I was actually his little brother seemed to surprise almost everyone at the table, even as I tried not to glow at the barely repressed pride I could hear in his voice before he carried on. "Naruto, these are the people I'm forced to hang out with so that they'll stop doing their best to annoy me. Starting from the left, you have Hayate-"
The sickly looking one.
"Yugao-"
Another hottie with purple hair.
"Genma-"
The shifty looking one with the toothpick.
"Anko, don't let her get you alone-"
"HEY!"
The original purple haired hottie who apparently had a temper.
"You already know Asuma…"
Unfortunately true, and if the look he shot me was anything to go by he wasn't too happy to see me either, barely restraining a frown as he managed a short, choppy nod.
"Naruto." He rumbled, throat like gravel after all that smoking.
"... Asuma." I nodded back.
That was all I needed to say. Just leave it there. Move on… but I couldn't.
"Almost didn't recognize you without the Daimyo's nuts on your chin."
I really don't like Asuma.
Kakashi sighed again, Hayate and Yugao blinked, Genma's mouth dropped open in disbelief, Asuma's jaw tightened and Anko… snorted… her drink, sending booze spewing from her nostrils as she tried not to choke on her own laughter, getting a few disgusted looks from both their table and the tables around them as she devolved into a wicked sounding cackle mixed with hacking out the liquid in her lungs.
"... Right." Kakashi carried on, valiantly trying to act like I hadn't said anything at all as he nodded to the very last presence at their table. "And last but not least, Kurenai."
That name brought me up short, spine stiffening unintentionally as I turned to find arguably one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen, which was saying a lot considering most Kunoichi seemed genetically modified to be as cock tauntingly hot as possible. Clad in a dress only slightly less scandalous than Anko's (though she didn't wear it with near as much confidence, leading me to believe she hadn't been the one to pick it out) with one side coloured entirely black while the opposite was dyed the same red as her eyes, the two colours clashing in the centre of her generously curvy figure and leading down from a glaring amount of cleavage that dared anyone to comment on it. I just knew that if she stood up my eyes would be drawn to what could only be a truly prodigious ass, and the thought of something surely that amazing was almost enough to stop me from stepping away like she would pull a Kunai on me at any moment.
Almost.
"Kurenai… as in, Kurenai Yuhi?" I really couldn't help it. I gulped.
She'd clearly noticed my staring, but it was easy to see the moment she realised it hadn't been entirely thanks to her looks.
"Yes?" She wondered, shooting Kakashi a curious look only to see an equally confused light in his normally hard to read expression. "Have we met?"
I don't think she was too used to men being tongue tied for any other reason than being attracted to her.
"Nope." I definitely said that too quickly. "Never heard of you." Nice one Naruto, you fucking idiot. "I mean, I've heard of you, but, uhh… yeah."
Dead silence.
"Wow, you are… a really terrible liar."
I tried not to crumple at Anko's borderline pitying tone while most of the others barely managed to hide their snickers.
"Naruto?" Kakashi used the tone, his calm, casual tone, but different from his usual lazy casual, meaning he wanted an explanation.
"... She's on the list." I stressed the word, widening my eyes pointedly as he just blinked and flicked his gaze back to Kurenai.
"List?" Uh oh. "Care to explain what 'list' I'm on?" Look at that, she's not happy.
"What list?" One last desperate attempt at playing dumb, one Anko's snickers and Kurenai's unimpressed glower told me hadn't worked in the slightest.
"List, please."
That wasn't a very nice please.
"Naruto, just tell her." Kakashi sighed, meeting my betrayed expression with a deadpan stare.
"I don't want to tell her!"
"She won't be offended."
"What do you know about women, you decrepit old hermit?"
"Decrepit?!"
"Just tell us about the fucking list!" Anko bellowed impatiently, finally cutting us off before Kakashi could retaliate.
"But…" They showed no signs of letting up. "Haaah, fine. Kurenai Yuhi, second on the list right behind Maito Gai and one place above Hatake Kakashi."
That made a few brows furrow, Kurenai's most noticeably as she tried to puzzle it out while Anko ground her teeth together and barely seemed to restrain herself from leaping at me.
"Second. For. What?" She just barely managed to bite the words out as I shuffled uneasily.
"... Second of those who I think would have a chance in kicking my ass."
That was most definitely not what they expected.
Most of the time when you tell someone that you've evaluated their skills as a killer and decided that they were a threat to your life they got offended, even amongst Shinobi, since it kind of implied that you either thought they might turn traitor or that you'd put some serious thought into how you would kill them before they killed you.
That was what made Kurenai's reaction so much weirder.
"... Really?"
Was she… actually… flattered?
And then Asuma opened his fat fucking mouth.
"That's it? Those are the only people you think would pose a threat?" He scoffed.
I had to fight the urge to just not answer him at all.
"Threat to me." I stressed.
He opened his mouth to reply but Hayate beat him to it, rolling the words over in his mind before looking at me with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Not a very big-cough cough-list?" He posed the unasked question, smiling gratefully as Yugao rubbed his back.
I blinked.
"There's not a lot of people who could take me. Three, to be exact."
"You can't be serious." Asuma cut back in, and it was only as the words left his mouth that he seemed to notice Kurenai's face.
On the bright side though, it was fun watching him realise just how insulting he was being. Almost as fun watching him immediately try to back peddle and fail as Kurenai's grew more and more unimpressed.
"I mean, not saying you aren't, but-" Oh lord he's sweating. "Come on?"
Oof.
"The Hokage, me, Raido, Genma-"
Oh wow.
"-and there are a lot of guys in the Village who might-"
"He just keeps digging."
I could've sworn I said that in my head, but the way he then proceeded to try and murder me with his eyes said otherwise. Unfortunately for him, when he turned back around to continue putting his foot in his mouth Kurenai had firmly, pointedly, stopped paying even the slightest bit of attention to him.
And put all of it on me.
"I'm… flattered, Naruto." And she was, you could tell by the way her mouth kept edging up as if she wanted to smile but wasn't comfortable showing it. "But I'm not quite sure what I've done to earn such a reputation. Unless, of course, Kakashi's been telling stories about me?"
Now it was my brother's turn to gulp, a shudder making its way down his spine as he turned a pleading eye towards me. It was tempting to let him hang, but it probably wasn't worth it since somehow, some way he would get me back. He always got me back.
"Nah, nothing like that." I waved her off, grinning slightly at the nearly unnoticeable release of tension from beside me. "I read your paper!"
…
Did I say something weird?
"Wait, Nai-chan wrote a paper?" Anko piped up once more, eyes darting to the rather stunned woman in question.
"... I did." She breathed, her eyes never leaving mine as they flickered back and forth as if to find any hints of a lie.
She wouldn't, and she seemed to approve.
"Would you care to join us, Naruto?"
When her smile did make its appearance it was like the sun peeking out from behind a screen of clouds, warm enough that some even spilt over into my chest as whatever trepidation I'd felt at meeting someone I'd only known through evidence of her work and terrifying understanding of Genjutsu ebbed away with the breeze. Before I knew it I'd squeezed myself into the space between her and Asuma, a space she'd happily made even if it brought a put out frown to the bearded Jonin's face. By the time I'd settled in she'd already twisted slightly to keep me in her sights, unblemished cheeks dimpling lightly as she dug her elbow into the table and casually leaned on a rather petite fist.
"So, you read my paper?" She prodded, leaning forward to purse those full red lips around the tip of her straw and suck.
Fuck.
"Yeah, 'An Investigation into the Effects of Chakra Nature on Ocular Genjutsu'. It was… ingenious." I finished in a respectful murmur verging on awe, because it was.
People heard of the devastation Ninjutsu could bring or how easily a strong Taijutsu user could shatter stone with their bare hands, then they looked to the art of Illusion and found it… lacking. They were all fools, because sure, a strong Ninjutsu could obliterate a block, reshape the land or change the tide of a battlefield. But Genjutsu could break nations. It was manipulation given reality shaping effects, the power to have your target see only what you wanted them to see, make them believe what you wanted them to believe. A fireball jutsu could kill a Daimyo, but a simple Genjutsu could make them see weakness or provocation where there was none and have them send away their guards, weaken their infrastructure, and initiate a war they could not win.
Genjutsu was terrifying, and Genjutsu Masters were boogeymen given human form. Something Kurenai clearly didn't hear enough since as soon as the legitimacy of my tone shone through, what little hesitance there was left in her eyes melted away to be replaced with an excitement so pure that for the first time since I'd realised who was at the table I felt myself become utterly relaxed.
"Are you a Genjutsu practitioner, Naruto?" She dove right in, pushing her drink to the side and folding her arms while unintentionally squeezing her chest up and out as the creamy plunge of her cleavage fought to drag my eyes down.
"Sadly, no." I shot her an apologetic smile. "I have a rather large… reservoir of Chakra, and it makes the more control intensive arts such as Gen and Iryojutsu incredibly difficult, if not impossible. Even if I tried my hardest, it would take me a hundred of the simplest bunshins to have them come out-"
"Without exploding?" Kakashi cut me off, book back in his hands as he calmly flipped the page while I shot him a look.
"They don't explode-"
"Tell that to my compound."
"It was one building!"
"That's been in my family since the Village was founded."
"I said I was sorry!"
"And I said that I'd never let you live it down. So here we are, with me not letting you live it down." He said it like it was nothing major, smugly turning to the next page as eyes all around the table flicked between us.
They seemed to flip between looking at Kakashi like they'd never seen him before and struggling to believe I wasn't exaggerating about my Chakra.
"Right…" Kurenai muttered before turning her focus back to me. "But then that begs the question, why were you reading my paper? Even as the one who wrote it, I can admit it isn't the most… riveting of pieces."
"I disagree." I had to put my foot down at that, firmly, something that sent a fleck of surprise dancing across her eyes. "Your theory on mimicking the frequency of one's Chakra nature before transformation to ease injection into a foreign system is incredible, and the speculations on using the inverse to help defend against foreign chakra were nothing short of phenomenal! It really saved my ass during my exams."
The words came pouring out of my mouth before I managed to put a plug in it, sheepishly trailing off as I brought a hand back under my hood to the back of my head, pushing it off and running my fingers through spiky blonde locks I found as I realised just how passionate I'd become. I barely managed to fight off the embarrassment brought by the others bewildered stares. Besides, I was more focused on Kurenai's reaction than theirs.
"Ah, um… thank you?" Her red eyes darted down to the table as her pleasure at my words became apparent, rather hard to miss considering the faint blush that returned in full force to colour her cheeks as she idly brought a wave of silky black hair forward over her shoulder to play with. "Your exams, huh?" Holy shit she's cute. "Why would such high level research be needed for something like becoming a Genin?"
It was a struggle to focus on the words coming out of her mouth considering just how entrancing her lips looked as they formed the letters, but when they finally did I was pretty sure I must have short circuited.
"Genin?" I couldn't help it. My face screwed up as the title left a crude taste on my tongue.
Of course, hearing Kakashi snort certainly didn't help, the sound of it enough to draw everyone's eyes to the outline of him grinning through his mask as Kurenai looked between us uncertainly.
"Not Genin." He stressed, amusement mixing with blatant pride. "Hunter-nin."
Now it was my turn to grin.
"... Holy shit." Anko sounded almost aghast as I tuned out their suddenly evolving first impressions of me to instead hold Kurenai's gaze.
"You're… black ops?" She tested the words, trying not to gape as refused to let my cheeks stretch so wide my canines made themselves known. "But you, you can't be that much older than an Academy graduate?"
"I graduated early. Got picked up at sixteen instead of the usual eighteen." I explained, shrugging in some vain attempt to appear humble even as someone let out an impressed whistle.
"And you're…?" Genma prompted.
"Twenty."
"Fuck. Oi, Kakashi, what have you been feeding him? What's with your family and producing genetic freaks of nature?"
Once again I didn't feel the need to correct him on our relationship and clearly, neither did Kakashi, who promptly pretended to not hear a word his friend said as he carried on parsing through the pages of a book I knew he'd memorised down to the smallest bit of punctuation.
"So you graduated at sixteen-?" Kurenai led.
"ANBU at eighteen, Hunter-nin at nineteen. Your theories on using chakra nature pre transformation are the only reason I passed, since my reserves make identifying intrusive pieces of chakra… hard." I said, chuckling at her incredulous expression.
"But those were just theories, I never actually put them into practice!"
"Well… I did?"
She kept staring, mouth twitching as she struggled to close up before finally settling on a subtle smirk.
"Impressive."
"Yeah, the kid's a regular genius."
Then Asuma's familiar smoke roughened gruffness had to ruin the mood, his expression stiff as he pushed himself up onto his feet.
"But we should probably be getting a move on before the club fills up and we can't find a booth."
It was possibly the least subtle attempt I'd ever seen, and clearly everyone else could see through it too. Nevertheless, he must have had a point because the rest quickly finished off their drinks down to the dregs before following his lead, including Kurenai who rolled her eyes before sharing a conspiratorial wink with me.
"A shame, It's so rare for me to meet someone who appreciates the intricacies of Genjutsu."
It wasn't so hard to figure out who that was a shot towards.
"Well, I'm back in the village and I'm sure we'll see each other since you know the geezer over there." I shrugged, ignoring Kakashi's offended "Hey!" as Kurenai gave a reluctant nod.
"I suppose so…" She trailed off before stiffening as a shock of purple hair injected itself between us.
"Or!" Anko jostled for position, the volume making us both wince as she threw her arms around our shoulders, having to stretch to reach my taller frame. "He could just come with us!"
"Dressed like that?" Asuma cocked an eyebrow, highlighting the rather casual burnt orange hoodie and faded jeans.
It was annoying, but he did have a point in that it wasn't exactly club wear.
"Oh Asuma. Poor, ignorant, deluded Asuma." Anko spoke down to him, clearly delighting in his mounting irritation. "To think you haven't figured this out after hanging around with the likes of us. Rules are for normies." She teased, taking her fingers and dragging them along the curve of my defined jaw before lightly stroking the pronounced whisker marks scarred into my cheeks. "But hotties like us?" She playfully rested her head on my shoulder, giving me a strong whiff of her shampoo mixed with perfume while her other hand squeezed Kurenai. "Don't need 'em! Whad'ya say boy wonder? You in?"
I didn't need to look her way to feel the way her eyes were twinkling as they fearlessly met Asuma's unamused glower. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who had less than fond feelings for the bearded Jonin.
Cool.
"Well, when you put it like that…" I drew it out, a grin playing at the corners of my mouth.
"How can I refuse?"
Asuma's shoulders slumped, Anko whooped and Kakashi shot me a look that just screamed he knew what was going through my head but found it amusing enough to not kill my fun.
But when the purplette between us sprung away to start leading the charge? It was Kurenai who slid into the space she'd abdicated, not looking my way as she seamlessly copied the rhythm of my steps, shoulder brushing mine as we made our way deeper into Konoha's nightlife.
Later…
I don't like clubs.
"Wow, so you're wind natured? I'm amazed you didn't tear yourself apart trying to vibrate your chakra at the right frequency to shake off intrusion."
…
This was alright though.
Dim lights and a fog machine left the club feeling ethereal, only broken up by the strobing beams of green, red and pink that blasted across a sea of sweat coated bodies bumping and grinding away in the middle of the dance floor. The group had only stuck together long enough to throw back the required number of shots before breaking apart to do their own thing, and aside from Anko who'd supposedly gone trolling for someone who could keep up with her energy and Yugao snatching up Hayate for a dance, I had no idea where they were.
"Nah, I made sure to take it slow and keep a medic nearby. Hurt like a bitch though, and honestly? If it wasn't for my unnaturally high constitution I probably would have."
"Ooohh, aren't you humble." The angel on my shoulder teased, giggling softly as my cheeks pinkened.
Hey, I worked hard. I'm allowed to be a little smug.
The tinkling of ice made my ears twitch as I dragged a glass of something kinda fruity and very alcoholic up to my mouth before tipping it back, sighing as the cool liquid slid down into the aura of warmth curling up from my gut before smacking my lips and turning to the beauty at my side.
While the rest had vanished to have their fun, Kurenai was the one who chose to stick around, wasting barely a moment before diving into my knowledge of her work with gusto. Loud music rampaged through the air and the bass was enough to vibrate even my bones, but we'd solved the issue of hearing each other by simply pressing in closer.
A lot closer.
"Do you need a refill?"
My eyes slid shut at the naked caress of her husky voice against my ear, with Kurenai's warm breath tickling the sensitive skin of my lobe as I turned enough to see her curled up to my side with her own glass cradled in two hands. I have no idea how long we'd been sitting like this, but the longer we talked the more we'd edged towards each other until we'd got to the point she couldn't be any closer without sitting in my lap. Instead she'd settled for kicking off those heels with their straps that wrapped all the way up her ankle and folded them underneath herself, leaning onto my shoulder while putting my arm to use where it lay across the back of the booth and using it as a pillow. Not that I minded.
It was also hard to stay focused on the conversation when she kept sending me a look that couldn't be described as anything other than hooded, something I had to suspect she was aware of thanks to the way her lips twitched whenever my focus bounced between them and her hypnotic red eyes. I couldn't see any surprise or disappointment though, her own drink seemingly emerging triumphant as she leaned into my bicep with a hum and slowly, seductively ran the tip of her tongue around the painted ring of her lips.
Oh she definitely fucking knew.
"I think I'm good…" I murmured, eyes narrowing in amusement.
Her eyes fluttered for a moment before stretching open languidly and pinning me in place for what felt like far more than a single second.
"Mmm… me too." She eventually settled, pointedly pushing her glass to the centre of the table before reaching for the front of her top and tugging at it, dragging cooler air into the depths of her cleavage and flashing even more of her voluptuous chest as my mouth turned dry and I found myself glued to the progress of a single bead of sweat that glittered on its way down the hollow of her throat, catching every stray beam of light as it slid onto the slopes of her left breast before creeping its way towards the paradise hidden between.
Her head pushed up off of my arm as she had a cat-like stretch and clambered to her knees on top of the bench, using both hands to fluff the wavy black waterfall of her hair before dropping forward and landing with one hand on top of my knee, removing any and all doubts that it could have been an accident by giving it a pointed squeeze and leaning forward to give me a sly smile.
"I think that's enough sitting around, hmm?"
I'd completely given up on trying to meet her gaze as the thin sheen of condensation spread across her ruby red lips. Her breathy giggle sounded like bell chimes in my ear as my heart beat thunderously in my chest while she distractedly turned to look out at the undulating mass of bodies clogging up the dance floor.
"The others have been gone for a while. How about we stretch our legs for a bit, hmm? How's your dance-MMPH!"
I kissed her.
I hadn't even felt myself move to cut her off. Not that she seemed to mind, her muffled grunt of surprise softening into a quiet whine as her eyes slid shut and my lips went on a crusade to push the definition of chaste as far as it could go, melding themselves around her own velvety pillows as I felt her press down harder on my knee. It was like she was both steadying herself and urging me on, those delicate fingers edging their way up the inside of my thigh as her other hand slunk around my broad shoulders to tease at the back of my neck, quickly sliding through a forest of shaggy blonde hair before clutching on tight as my own hand cradled the flushed warmth of her cheek.
The burning urge for oxygen was the only thing that could have pulled us apart as we slipped apart with a simultaneous sigh, her own mouth slightly agape as if trying to preserve the shape of my lips while her eyes fought to pry themselves back open, staying heavily lidded as they found blue orbs that just screamed for more.
"I'm sorry…" I whispered, voice a deep rumble and not meaning a damn word of it as my forehead nudged forward to lean against hers while our noses brushed together. "What were you saying?"
She hesitated. Now it was her turn to bounce between my eyes and my lips, and I wondered if she could see the same heated desire in my face as I could see in hers as it nuzzled into the crook of my hand. Her jaw shifted and she trapped the plumpness of her lower lip between both rows of perfectly white teeth like she was trying to make my own jealous.
"I was sa-aaaying-?"
Kurenai trailed off as I leaned back in and nipped at that delicate jaw, making her gasp and hold onto my neck tighter as I traced my way back up to her lips and stole that lip away to its rightful place between my own, even introducing my tongue to coax hers out to play as I teased the front of her teeth before groaning as she let me inside.
It was hot, wet and sweet, the fruity traces of her drink echoing around my taste buds as our moans mixed together and my spare palm landed on the curve of her spine, tracing its way down towards her plush rear and settling at the small of her back while she arched under my touch and more insistently coiled her tongue like a serpent around my own. All the while her fingers moved around between my legs, even as our faces pushed together with increasing fervour while we battled it out from one mouth to the next before they crawled over the freshly pitched tent beneath my trousers.
They pulled away before returning to firmly cup my bulge and I growled, the sound sending a shiver of delight down her spine which I felt reverberate beneath my fingers before they returned the favour and clapped down onto the meat of her ass, clutching up a thick handful of that juicy rump and squeezing hard as Kurenai broke away with a gasp.
I thought I'd pushed too far, but those worries disappeared as she looked at me with such radiance I thought my falling jaw might crack the floor, a thin strand of spit straining to keep our lips connected before I shook myself free to dip forward and lap it up with a single swipe of my tongue.
"Mmm~I was saying." She gave my bulge a fond grope. "Would you like to dance?"
I don't know how to dance.
Apparently my face disagreed since my cheeks started to ache as a great big grin crept across my features, her own expression lighting up as she saw my excitement and practically started to thrum.
"I would love to dance."
That was clearly the only correct answer, because with a speed that betrayed her as an assassin Kurenai worked to brush against me as much as possible on her way to throw her heels back onto her feet before hopping up and grabbing onto my hand.
The low lighting blurred around us as my eyes only had room for her, her and those delicate hands that played around my wrist as she pulled me along, her and that shimmering river of midnight black hair that danced along her back, her and that dress which clung to hourglass curves toned to perfection while the contrasting colours clashed and bisected an ass that jiggled as she swung her hips for me and me alone.
We had no problem forcing our way through the crowd, with civilians and shinobi alike parting unknowingly before us as Kurenai forged a path into the centre and stopped. It was like slamming against a wall made of velvet and pillows, startling an "ooft" more from surprise than any sort of pain as my arms seamlessly slid around her trim waist and dragged her back against me.
A chuckle burbled its way up from the back of my throat as she wiggled before throwing a look back over her shoulder. The exact meaning was kinda lost to me, but I got the general gist of it as she quickly picked up the tempo reverberating around us and began to move, twisting her hips from side to side as she bumped to the beat and ground herself back.
There wasn't even a flicker of doubt in my mind that Kurenai could feel how hard she was making me, the stiffness buried behind my zipper pushing forward to rub against her plentiful rear as I growled and leaned forward to nip at her ear, moaning as her back reflexively arched and she grabbed for the hands at her waist, threading those delicate fingers between my larger, rougher digits and using them to drag one hand onto her hip while the other was pushed up to her throat.
I felt my blood start to boil.
"Dangerous." My tone plunged, the first hints of fire entering my veins as I tried to ignore the colossal eye flicking open somewhere in my soul and instead focus on the beauty with her head pushed back against my shoulder so that our faces were pressed cheek to cheek.
The thrum of a heartbeat that could rival a jackrabbits pulsed beneath my fingers and I could feel how excited she was. Then I felt a coy hum as Kurenai gave the hand on her throat another encouraging squeeze before she spun, sliding against me like a silken veil lost in the wind and pushing her lips against my jaw to start raining mischievous little nibbles along the curve, pulling a heartfelt sigh of pleasure as my head tilted back of its own accord and left her free to run rabid.
"Mmm, I'm a big girl." She mumbled, still toying with the soft skin of my throat before gasping as she felt my fingers sink into her hair and tug before shoving her deeper into my neck to encourage more licks and kisses. "Maybe, hmph, I like the danger?"
Those words, mumbled as they were, made my heart jump as whatever self control I had left faded to be replaced with overwhelming desire while I ignored the voice in my head warning me to be cautious with practised ease, Kurenai's teasing stealing away all my attention as she grew impatient of my hesitation and bit down hard on my collarbone.
So she wanted to play rough, huh?
"HAH! Naruto~" Kurenai whimpered as I pulled at her hair and tugged her back by the scalp before mashing my mouth to hers and swallowing those musical moans, my tongue thrashing around her gums and teeth as my leg slid between her thighs and my other hand found its way back down to seize her backside like it belonged to me.
Thank god for the press of bodies around us, because if it wasn't for them then there wasn't a doubt in my mind that me and Kurenai would have been dragged out for indecent exposure. Instead, no one paid us any mind, even as I feasted on her lips like a man dying of thirst while she locked her legs around my thigh and ground herself down atop my jeans, humping and rubbing with a frantic energy that made sure every pass of her mound massaged its warmth deeper into my leg while leaving the first few traces of arousal to stain the fabric.
I certainly wasn't going to stop her, fondling that doughy rear and using it to match Kurenai's rhythm in pulling her back and forth against me. No one even looked our way as the music picked up and we moved faster and faster, lungs straining with sweat glistening across our foreheads until with a series of sharp, uncharacteristic squeaks Kurenai wrapped her arms around me as tight as they would go and shuddered.
A growing damp spot on my leg told me what had just happened as Kurenai seemingly lost all strength in her legs and slumped, sliding against me until I managed to catch her around the middle while her arms rose up to loop around my neck.
She was stunning and I wanted more.
"We should probably get out of here." I purred into her hair, pressing a kiss to her temple with my heart still hammering as she hummed in bliss and pressed a gentle kiss of her own onto my chin.
"We could, but…"
I looked down, arms still holding her weight as she fluttered those long, dark lashes and stared me down with burning red eyes heavy with emotion as she pawed at my chest while sliding her hand down to palm my still throbbing bulge.
"I don't think my legs will make it that far…"
I looked at her. Then to my left, across a sea of people where the doors leading out of the building were just barely visible.
Then I looked back at her, that same smile that promised nothing but trouble on her lips as she gave another encouraging squeeze while I looked at my right, deeper into the murky depths of the club.
It wasn't much of a contest.
Elsewhere…
"KAKASHI!"
He had mere moments to recognise Anko's special brand of excitement and brace before what felt like a horse's worth of weight slammed into his back, winding him slightly as it slammed him forward into the stained, oaken edge of the bar.
"Mmph. Anko." He grunted, knowing better than to put words to his thoughts as she graciously took his put upon sigh with a laugh.
"Hiiiii Kakashi~"
He didn't need to see her face to know she had a particularly lascivious grin scrawled across her face, hands already wandering as he pointedly grabbed onto her wrists and stopped them from sliding all over the defined ridges of his chest.
"I thought you were staying with Kurenai and Naruto?"
Holding his fingers up, it was a relief to see the bartender get his message to turn that single drink into a double without him having to shout, the near overwhelming noise around them meaning such a task would fail before it'd even had the chance to begin as Anko whipped an arm around his shoulder and leaned into him with a mournful sigh.
"I tried but they're so boring. What've you done to that kid? Someone that good looking has no right being such a nerd." She grimaced like the word caused her physical distress as Kakashi took his drink with a smile, choosing not to answer as another familiar presence made itself known.
"Who's a nerd?" Yugao slunk up with Hayate nipping at her heels.
"YUGAO!"
The excitable purplette spun around to throw herself at the patient and bemused ANBU agent while Kakashi shared a commiserating nod with her sickly partner.
"Think she's talking about Kurenai's new boyfriend." Genma made himself known, the mischievous grin matching his teasing tone as he walked over with the still scowling Asuma.
Seeing how crowded their space was becoming, Kakashi chose to bite the bullet, lazily rolling his eyes and ordering another round of shots before nodding gratefully to the harried bartender as the man threw them together and passed him the tray as all the while Asuma grumbled.
"Would you let up with that shit?"
"Not when it's making you mad." Genma, unsurprisingly, did not let up.
"The only thing making me mad is the sound of your voice. I don't care who she's hanging out with!"
"Yeeeeeeah… but you do though." Anko cut back in, shooting Kakashi a wink as he stopped at one of the few standing tables devoid of civilians and passed her a shot. "Not that you could tell, considering how much you put your foot in it."
"I don't-"
"YoU cAn'T bE SeRIoUs?" She wailed mockingly, making Asuma flush as her and Genma cackled over the incident from earlier.
"I didn't mean it like that!" Asuma bit back, but Anko just snorted and waved him off.
"Of course you did, you're a prick. Nai-chan's been fighting for recognition most of her career, and the second Kakashi's spawn-"
"Brother." The silver haired Jonin corrected.
"-gave her some you spat on it. Face facts beardy, you screwed the pooch."
"So, what? I can apologise!"
"Thought you weren't into her?" Genma snarked.
"I'm not!"
"Then you don't mind her making sucky faces with tall, blonde and handsome?" Anko sang.
"Stop talking like the kid has a shot." Asuma chuffed, frowning at the thought before remembering to reel it back as Kakashi shot him a warning look.
"Maybe not." Yugao, ever the voice of calm and reason, finally intruded as she and Hayate took their glasses. "But you have to admit they get along. I didn't even know Kurenai had written a paper, and Naruto not only knew but understood it. I could barely make sense of what they were saying, it was such high level stuff. Could you?"
The rest aside from Kakashi and Asuma shook their heads, the former due to the fact that he could, he just didn't particularly care and the latter because he refused to admit it.
"What's your problem with Naruto, anyway?" Hayate spoke up.
"I don't have a problem with him, he has a problem with me!" The bearded Jonin jammed a thumb into his chest, grumpily grabbing his glass and almost spilling it across the table.
"No comment." Kakashi grunted in response to the curious looks as Anko snorted.
"Yeah, right, and I'm sure you're the picture of innocence."
" You know what, Anko? Fuck you."
"Alright, that's enough." Genma pushed himself between the two, recognising that the humour was slipping away as the two hotheads glared at each other. "Let's just drop it for now, yeah? We'll head back to our booth, get Kakashi's widdle baby brother slaughtered on the finest poison, then drag him away to find a girl so that Asuma can try and fail to get his dick wet! I'm sure a couple more rounds and we'll all be able to laugh about thi-... hey."
The rest finished downing their shots as Genma paused mid turn towards the line of tables to the side of the club, the frown in his voice audible as he swung his head from side to side and squinted like he couldn't understand what he was seeing.
"Where's our table?"
"Fuck sake, Genma. Have you been sneaking drinks while the rest of us weren't looking?" Anko scoffed, slinking up beside him and grabbing onto his shoulders to point him in the right direction.
"You damn alcy, it's right th-... HEY!"
Her eyes alighted on where their table should have been, though it almost wasn't recognisable since a pack of civilians had swarmed the free real estate like a flock of vultures on a carcass.
"What the fuck happened to our table?!"
Meanwhile, in the bathroom…
'CRASH!'
"OHffffFUCK!"
The whispered shout slapped against my lips, still swollen from where Kurenai had done her best to eat me alive as my fingers dug into the toned thickness of her thighs, using them as leverage to hoist the elegant beauty up and slam her back against the door of their cramped bathroom stall so hard it rattled, coming dangerously close to being torn loose from its hinges as she moaned and scrambled for the button of my jeans.
"The bathroom, really?" She chuffed. "Where anyone could just walk in?"
"I thought you liked the danger?" I teased, copping a quick feel of her ass as she choked on her laughter before pushing it back into my hands.
"Hmm, true. So hurry! Hurry, hurry, hurry-" She carried on chanting into my ear.
The sound of her begging made me so hard I thought my cock would tear through the front of my boxers all on its own, girth twitching as she finally succeeded in dragging down my boxers far enough for it to spring free where her palm eagerly snatched it up.
"Ohhhh yes!" She laughed breathily in my arms, wonder in her voice. "Speaking of danger."
The pride puffing up my chest took a backseat as she continued on to adoringly measure the length of my shaft with her fingers, slithering down towards the base and caressing her way back up to the top as I groaned and explored the backs of her legs with my hands. Her skin was finer than any velvet and oh so warm as the hem of her dress bunched up round my knuckles and she writhed against the door, lilting gasps escaping from her throat as she hooked a leg around my waist and felt me gather up two thick handfuls of ass, the thinly stretched fabric of her black lace panties going criminally ignored as I brushed them to the side in favour of hiking her dress up over her hips and pressing in.
"Kurenai!" I hissed, basking in her musical whimper as the underside of my schlong ground against the crotch of her panties, her juices already seeping through the fabric while she bucked and pulled harder, leg flexing and her arms wrapping around my middle to lock at the small of my back as she kept us pinned together and massaged her heat into my shaft.
"I'm so wet." She whined like she couldn't believe her own body. "What's taking so long?! I need it, Naruto, please?"
The height difference meant she couldn't reach my mouth but she didn't need to, those soft lips prying out my moans as she stretched her neck to nip and suckle at the underside of my chin, breasts practically exploding from her dress as she squashed them against my pecs.
"No condom?"
"I'm on the pill!" She gasped as my fingers were already moving to tear her underwear to the side, in too much of a rush to take them off as I leaned back to see her glistening pink folds and already puffy clit.
The head of my cock touched her lower lips and it felt like I'd pressed myself flush to a furnace, the throbbing tip of my cock nestled in the slickness of her arousal while Kurenai urged me to stop gawking!
"Please."
She gasped as I jabbed against her hole.
"Please!"
Her voice rose higher, climbing in pitch as she gave up defacing my neck with hickies and tipped her head back to stare up at me with lust glazed eyes.
"Please just fuHAHuuuuohmyfuckingGOD!" Kurenai squealed as the first inch of my shaft stretched her hole to open it wide before the rest of me slammed home, her eyes rolling back as a miniature orgasm shot through her system while I groaned at the feeling of her slippery tunnel spasming around me.
"Shiiiiiit!" I wheezed into the top of her head before drawing back.
"You're!" 'SQUELCH' "So!" 'SCHLICK' "Fucking!" 'SCHLAP!' "TIGHT!"
I thrust so hard the wooden walls of our stall shook as Kurenai's pussy gushed around me while my body forced her harder against the door, the leg around my waist quickly joined by its counterpart as I grabbed onto her doughy ass with both hands and hauled her up my cock, the ridges of her cunny scraping along my shaft as her heels criss crossed across my back before I paused at the edge of pulling free and drove her back down to the sounds of her own orgasmic-
"NARUTO!"
Her whole body recoiled in my arms as I felt myself spear balls deep into her cunt, the meat of her rear wobbling in my hands as I dug my nails in hard enough to leave marks and started bouncing her on my cock. Not that she had a single complaint to make, her own hips jolting and shaking like a rabbit as her smooth, husky voice started spilling filth into my ear.
"Ah, ah, ah, ohmmm~mmm~mmphYES! You're so BIG!"
Bottoming out in her cunt I grunted as she drove her tongue into my ear, wriggling the fleshy pink serpent desperately to and fro as my crotch clapped against her mound while she gasped and moaned.
"Fuck me, fuck me! Don't you dare stop! You're stretching meeeee!"
Her whole body arched as I thrust in and stopped at the hilt, grinding against her mound and rubbing her clit raw against my pubes as she did her best to mat the golden hairs down with what was seemingly an unending river of pussy juice. Another solid thrust was enough to make her chest jump and I couldn't in good conscience ignore such a blatant invitation, my mouth already salivating as I held onto her with one hand and tore down the front of her dress with the other, stretching the straps to fit around her arms as she yelped and watched wide eyed, overflowing with excitement as I flicked down the strapless black cups of her bra and devoured her tit.
"KYAH!"
Her hands found the back of my hair and pulled tight as I encircled the pointed pink peak of her nipple with my lips and sucked, slurping so hard it pulled away from her chest while spit spilt from the corners of my mouth to run down into her dress. She clearly didn't care about the stains though, throwing her head around wildly and sending hair every which way as her pussy tightened down into a stranglehold and she furiously humped the length of my schlong.
"You're such a brute!" She scolded, trying to sound admonishing even as her eyes twinkled and she combed her hands through my wild blonde mane.
"But you fucking love it, don't you?" I mumbled around a mouthful of creamy white breast.
"I do!" She gasped. "You feel so good!"
Then legs around my waist tightened and I could feel her heels digging into my ass as I pumped, the lack of space meaning instead of long, gliding thrusts I could only manage sharp, forceful jabs that schlicked through her folds while her warm, soft body contorted around my cock and jiggled to the rhythm set by my hips.
"Cum." I didn't ask, I ordered.
A noise like pure ecstasy dribbled from her lips as a massive shudder wracked Kurenai's body and she came, the light in her eyes blurring as she did her best to milk my cock while I drank in the feeling of having such a strong, confident women unravel beneath my touch.
She didn't even react as I stepped back and almost tripped over the toilet, too busy trying not to fall to her knees as those tall heels loudly clacked against the floor tiles while I gripped her by the hips and spun her unsteady figure around to face the door.
"Hah, N-Naruto?" She dazedly mumbled.
"You're incredible." I whispered into her hair, grinning as the goosebumps raced across her flesh while she cooed and leaned back into my touch before squeaking as I kicked her legs shoulder width apart and pressed my hand between her shoulder blades.
"Oh no~" She laughed, shrugging off the straps of her dress until it spilled down to pool around her trim waist while letting those spectacularly round and perky tits bounce free, exposing the expanse of her flawless back to my hungry eyes and obeying my touch, pressing her hands to the door. "Silver tongue and pretty eyes? I think you might be trouble."
That earned her a matching snicker, my face aching from how much I was smiling even as she teasingly shook her hips and sent those sodden black panties tumbling down to stretch around her knees.
"Me? Trouble?" My jaw dropped at the accusation, even as my hands fell down to caress the finely toned backs of her thighs while Kurenai shot me a look that told me I wasn't fooling anyone. "I'm the victim here!"
"Oh really?"
For some reason she didn't sound convinced, though that might have been thanks to the touch of my fingers as they hiked her dress back up from where it had fallen and took a firm hold like it were reins strapped around her waist.
"And isn't it a bit hypocritical to point out my eyes. You're the one who bewitched me!"
"Aww, poor, poor Naruto." She played along, biting down on her lip as I grabbed my cream coated cock and wetly smacked it against one pillowy cheek. "I guess you never really stood a chance?"
"Nope." I popped the 'P'.
The seriousness of my confirmation must have caught her off guard, since she stiffened before adopting a curious grin as I met those gorgeous red eyes over her shoulder and dragged my cock down to her puffy pink slit.
"How could I? Smart, strong, deadly… sexy." The tip glided inside despite the newly created pressure, her juices spilling around me like I'd bitten into a fresh and juicy peach. "I should have run the moment I laid eyes on you…"
"Yeah?" Her voice took on a breathy edge before she got it under control. "Then why didn't you?"
"Call it-mmph!" My shaft buried itself into her weeping quim and I grunted under the herculean grip she managed to exert. "Curiosity~"
The dress around her waist pinched tight around her body as I pulled her back to slam against my hips, the loud 'SLAP' of crotch hips meeting her thick cheeks echoing around the bathroom as Kurenai let loose a breathless "Ohmygod!" at the feeling of my cock bottoming out in her guts.
Somehow she managed to stay standing as her knees bumped together, finely shaped nails scrambling at the door while I pulled back and felt her pussy reaching for me, massaging the girth of my dick even as its heat lapped at my skin while I admired the ripples that broke out across her plump behind from the force of my thrusts. It was perfection given human form, heart shaped and fat as I felt those wobbling cheeks crashing back against my crotch, with sharp gasps and moans shooting from her wide open lips at every push as the sheer force of them seemed to knock the breath from her lungs with each hammer-like blow.
It made me want to fuck her harder, amplified by the way she eagerly spread her legs for a steadier stance and pushed her backside up and back, putting a soft arch in her spine that left her bent even further forward as I pushed her dress higher up and clamped my hand onto the bare flesh of her hip, moaning at the way her smooth skin moulded beneath my rough fingers to form the perfect handle while she grit her teeth and furiously threw that ass back.
"Yes, YES!" She seethed through her teeth, jaw clenched as I hunched over her lower back and drilled myself into her gushing snatch with a series of lurid schlicks. "Keep pounding me, I told you I'm a big girl, so stop holding back and FUCK me!"
Her thighs seemed to flex as her head dropped forward and she pushed, ramming herself back so hard I thought she might have left a bruise as my cock drove as deep as it could possibly go while she cried out in rapture, stoking the passion in my chest into a raging inferno as without prompting my lips pulled back over my teeth.
"Fuck you? I'm not going to fuck you!" The words flew out in a wicked snarl. "I'm going to ruin you!"
The hand on her hip squeezed and my animal bit into flesh as Kurenai hunched her shoulders and tightened down with her core
"PLEASE!" She cried, so I did.
With one hand on her to keep that tight, breedable body steady my other shot up into her hair, gathering up those luxurious black tresses into one thick bundle before I wrapped them around my wrist and started to twirl, startling a yelp from her lips as her eyes shot wide and she felt me winding it around my first, bending her back further and further until Kurenai's blissful eyes were forced to face the ceiling while I used both points of leverage to go from pumping to ravaging.
The first thrust sounded like a full body kick as all the force I could muster was rammed into her pussy, through her body and out through her hands, almost destroying the stall door as its hinges shrieked threateningly and Kurenai screamed my name.
"Is this what you wanted?!" I barked into her ear as Kurenai lost the ability to form words and instead made the raw sounds of a woman being fucked harder than she'd ever been fucked before.
"HUUUU-AAAHHHH!"
"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!"
My hand moved before I even knew what I was doing, breaking away from her hip and forming into a steel hard palm that I swung down with thunderous force to smash against her constantly jiggling ass, the sheer power making her whole cheek bounce as her eyes rolled back and spit foamed at the corners of her mouth, pleasure stretching her mouth wide open as her perky tits wildly clapped together, almost smacking against her chin to the beat of my cock.
"YES I FUCKING LOVE IT!"
The ecstasy in her voice made my mouth water as I pulled her head back further while making sure her hands never left the door before pressing my lips to her ear and hissing with every clap of my hips against her rear.
"Good! Fucking! Girl!"
She almost tore my dick off at the base.
Kurenai was used to adversity, she'd fought and she'd scraped and she'd clawed for any single shred of recognition from her peers for her efforts. She was the definition of a strong, independent Kunoichi who'd near mastered her field beyond any others and she no longer needed the petty approval of peers she didn't feel had an opinion worth hearing over her capabilities.
"Hnnnngh I'm fucking cuuuuumming!"
That being said? She drank in praise like a woman starved and apparently had a praise kink ten miles wide… not that I was complaining.
I could feel the vein in my temple twitch and my balls throb as I forced them into compliance and stopped myself from dumping the entirety of my load into the cushiony depths of Kurenai's womb, distracting myself with the feeling of her slightly swollen lips as I twisted her face to mine and crashed our mouths together to form a sloppy, tongue thrashing kiss, pinning her against the door as she yelped and squealed thanks to my hands reaching around her front and cupping those marshmallowy beauties, squeezing and moulding them until my finger marks stained the previously blemish free flesh before I sent a hand down to her cunny and used two fingers to strum her clit.
It was like lighting struck, her whole body jerking about as wave after wave of electrifying pleasure slammed into her core and left her pussy a creamy, milking mess, the juices sprinkling from her mound to leak down my cock and splatter all over the floor as she gargled around my tongue and held on for dear life, feet almost leaving the floor as I fucked her harder and harder against the door.
"Kurenai!" I growled. "I'm close!"
I almost thought she hadn't heard me. Then, with a strength I didn't even know she had available to her at the moment, she proved just how capable she really was. The air tight hold I had around her body broke like wet tissue paper, and I only had a moment to feel the cold air on my cock as she slid herself free before whirling around and dropping.
Her entire, curvy body fell into a lewd squat as her backside bounced against her heels before she threw herself forward and swallowed me to the root!
"SHIT!"
I couldn't help it, curses flew from my lips as my body froze in place while those usually sultry, smoky red eyes rolled up to meet my gaze with a near animalistic urgency, mixing with her untamed, sex ruffled hair to leave her looking positively wild as she clamped her lips around my shaft, hollowed her cheeks and started to bob.
"HLUUUURK! GLURK~GLURK~GLURK!"
I wish I could say I lasted long enough to truly enjoy the steaming hot moistness of her mouth or the silky brush of her sweet pink tongue as it danced along the underside of my length, but listening to such a refined beauty madly deepthroating my cock while seemingly going out of her way to make it the loudest, wettest, sloppiest blowjob possible was more than I could handle.
"I'M-!" The words didn't even make it out.
Apparently she didn't need a warning, the throbbing of my shaft and nuts more than enough to tell her what was happening as she drew herself all the way back and schlurped free with a lewd "Mwah!". Both hands came up to wrap around my cock and words were unnecessary as she looked up at me with nothing but pure desire, wrists flying as she twisted and stroked my cock until with a stomach twisting grunt I came.
The image before me, of Kurenai with her incredible tits out in the open, nipples crinkled and her dress around her waist as she squatted on the floor of a club bathroom and stuck out her tongue to catch rope after rope of thick, steaming hot spunk would stay with me for the rest of my life. The creamy white strands splattered all over her lips and teeth as she moaned, tongue wagging to catch any stray blasts and drag them into the pink depths of her mouth where they were quickly swallowed down with one obscene gulp.
"Fuck…" I shuddered as she languidly leaned back in to wrap her mouth around my wilting helmet. "You're beautiful."
That was clearly the right thing to say, her eyes crinkling in a way that just screamed satisfaction as she softly bobbed back and forth to lap up the last of my load before breaking free with a sticky 'pop'.
"Hyaaah~ glad you think so." She giggled, seemingly reluctant to pull away and get up as she took one last mournful lick of my helmet before resting back on her heels. "We should probably get out of here though. As fun as this was, I'd rather not get caught and end up having a reputation for this sort of thing."
It was disappointing, but she did have a point. It was a miracle no one else had walked in on us, and there was no reason to think that luck would hold out. So it was in silence, comfortable silence, that we pulled ourselves together, starting off with me holding out my hand for her to gratefully take as I helped her back up onto her feet before I moved to tuck myself away and zip up while she pulled up the straps of her dress.
She bent forward as if to reach for the panties now tangled up around her ankles, but I beat her to the punch by taking my own turn in dropping to my knees and reaching for them myself. Her eyes watched me, curiosity melting into warmth as I gently straightened them out before tugging them back up her long, finely sculpted legs, earning an airy giggle as I took the opportunity to caress her skin all the way up to her hips before I settled them into place, meeting her eyes and shooting her a cheeky grin as she cocked an eyebrow before inhaling sharply as I planted a chaste kiss on the front of her mound.
"What a gentleman." She practically moaned.
I smirked, climbing back up to my feet and ending up looking down into her sweet face as she sighed and made no motion to move away.
"We should probably get back to the others…" She trailed off.
Still, she didn't move, and she certainly didn't try to stop my hands as they fell to her hips and dragged her up for another long, passionate kiss, the kind that robbed the breath from your lungs and left tingles on your lips before we slipped a hair's breadth apart to simply breath each other in.
"Or…" My voice intruded on the peace as she pried open an eye to look at me. "We could go to mine?"
She didn't respond, seemingly content to look for any signs of something as I stood there, feeling just a tad bit awkward before she finally licked her lips with a hesitant cough.
"... Or mine? Anko will probably pass out at someone else's and I'll have the place to myself until morning…"
My face must have been answer enough because with it she finally made to step away.
"We have to be careful though." She warned, reaching for the stall door. "You go first, make sure no one else is watching. Give me a sign if we're cle-" Her fingers met the door, and with an almighty shriek the hinges gave out.
The both of us just watched, wide eyed as time seemed to slow while it drifted through the air before with the almighty weight of thick wood and cheap metal it struck the floor with an ear-rattling 'CLANG!'
All at once, any hopes that no one might have heard vanished as the faint music trickling in through the walls abruptly cut off and dead silence spread across the club.
We were both just as silent.
"So…" I gulped, breaking the stalemate. "Yours?"
"...Mine." She confirmed.
With a shared look and a shaky nod between us… we vanished.
