Disclaimers: I don't own these characters.]


Asuma knocked on the door of Kurenai's apartment. She answered seconds later, gorgeous, slender, black hair and all, absolutely perfect.

"Hey, right on time, as per usual." She sat on the arm of her couch. "How was training?"

He closed the door behind him as he entered and walked towards her. "These kids, I swear…" he starts, standing in front of her and lovingly brushing her hair behind her ear.

"One of those days, huh?" She intertwined her fingers on the back of his neck.

"It's the bickering," he says, rolling his eyes.

Kurenai smiles adoringly at him. As much as they get on his nerves sometimes, she knows he loves his team. She stands on her knees on the couch arm so they're closer in height and pulls their faces together until they're a hair-width apart. "Wanna get your mind off things?" Her lips brush against his as she speaks.

His breath is hot on her skin as he teasingly lingers millimeters from her mouth. His hand trails down her body, exploring the skin of her thighs just under her dress.

"Of course I do."

He captures her mouth with fierce intensity, and her hands immediately get to work unzipping his flak jacket and removing his shirt. He grips the back of her thighs and lifts her. She wraps her legs around him, tossing his clothes onto the floor somewhere, encircling his neck with her arms for extra support.

Asuma carries her to the nearest clear wall and pins her against it. Her lips and teeth attack his neck as he starts removing her dress, pressing his pelvis closer to hers so she doesn't fall. She can feel his erection through his pants.

"Hard already?" She teases, biting his lower lip before raising her arms for him to pull her dress over her head and drop it on the floor.

Grinding into her, he watches her brows knit slightly and her lips part with a faint gasp. "You like that, baby?"

She lets out a breathy "yeah" before crashing into his lips once more, tongue on tongue gliding over each other aggressively. Her fingers dive down to undo his belt and zipper. She slowly slides one of her hands into his pants, stroking him over his boxers as they make out, making him groan into her mouth. He pulls back for a moment only to swoop back in and bite her jaw. "Asuma…" she hisses as he sucks on that spot on her neck that he knows drives her crazy. That's gonna leave a mark, but she doesn't care, she'll cover it with makeup. "Bedroom. Now-ohh-I need you inside of me."

He carries her to her bedroom as she kisses and nibbles on his chest and once they reach it, he sets her down on the edge of the bed, attempting to distract her with his tongue as he swiftly removes her bra with one hand and throws it behind his shoulder. His hand grips her chin, forehead on hers "Stay," he instructs.

She plops herself backwards onto the bed and looks down over her body, watching him eagerly as he takes a couple steps back to remove his pants and boxers. He crawls on the bed, hovering over top of her. His middle finger taps her lips, and she knows exactly what he wants her to do. She leans her head up slightly to take the digit into her mouth and begins sucking, using exactly the same techniques and pressure she'd use on his dick, making him groan.

He removes his finger and slides it over her bottom lip, her chin, her throat, sternum, straight down the center of her body. After the dip at her navel, her heart rate quickens. Her gaze follows his finger all the way down to the lace edge, but he suddenly removes it to lift her chin up, forcing her to lock eyes with him.

"Look at me," he demands.

Kurenai keeps her eyes fixated on his as he moves to continue his work. He rubs right over where the damp spot is on her panties, careful not to touch her clit just yet.

"You're so fucking wet," he sighs. His hand travels under the waistband of her underwear and rubs the entrance of her pussy. She whimpers at the skin contact, wishing he'd move just a little higher. Her hips buck up, a mind of their own, and he pulls away.

"Asuma…" she begs.

Hooking his fingers into the fabric, he drags it down her smooth soft legs at an agonizingly slow pace.

Asuma pushes her up the bed so he has more space to sit. "Lift your hips." He grabs a pillow and places it under her lower back. Settling himself into place, he teases her slit and clit with the underside of his cock. "Condom?"

She shakes her head, releasing her grip from the bedding and reaching up to pull his face down to hers. "It's fine, birth control," she pauses to kiss him and grinds her hips along his shaft, dying to be closer, "fuck me."

Using one hand to support himself, he uses the other to guide his length inside of her, both of them moaning at the feeling. It always felt so much more intense when they did it raw. They almost couldn't imagine putting latex between them ever again, but they had to be responsible sometimes when she missed a pill.

It starts with slow but hard, calculated thrusts. She's nearly speechless, save for her laboured breaths and the occasional small gasp, but he's moaning into her ear like his life depends on it, and she can feel the pink rising in her cheeks. A large calloused hand lightly grips onto her throat as he increases his speed and he kisses her so hard their teeth nearly clash, but they're experts at navigating each other's bodies at this point, so they manage to avoid any disasters and replace it with lust. Dirty, horny lust. Her nails scrape along his back, just around his shoulder blades, and she hums delicious moans into his mouth.

"Baby…" Kurenai cries, "put me on top."

He lets go of her, pulls himself out, and lays down on top of the sheets with his head on the pillows by the bedframe.

She sits up and scoots over, swinging her leg over him, sitting herself down reverse cowgirl. After lining his tip with her pussy, she sinks down flush to his body with a sigh. She leans forward, settling her hands on the front of his thighs for support and looks back over her shoulder, smirking to herself as she watches his brows knit together. The perfectly full ass bouncing up and down in front of him has his full attention. She did this on purpose. She knows how much he loves it.

"Fuck," she whines when he gives her a sharp spank, leaving a red mark where his hand was.

Suddenly, Asuma pulls her back on top of him. With his left hand on her throat and her jaw between his thumb, index, and middle fingers, he readjusts their limbs as he whispers in her ear. "You're a little slut, you know that?"

Kurenai giggles with a cheeky smile in response, but he fucks it right out of her. Her back arches as he pounds into her dripping wet pussy. Every moan and raspy voice from him sends a shiver down her spine. Red eyes roll back into her head as his right hand slips down to rub her clit, her hands desperately reaching behind her, taking his hair in one fist and the corner of a pillow in the other. She knows exactly what he's going for. Her voice threatens to scream with every thrust against her G-spot, every flick of his fingers. He's getting close to completion, but she's closer. Her eyes tear up and he moves the hand on her throat to cover her mouth so the neighbours don't hear, and then he lets her finish. He slips out of her but continues rubbing furiously at her clit as she cums, squirting across the end of the bed, screaming deafening cries of pleasure into his palm.

He doesn't give her any time to relax before thrusting back inside her, chasing his own orgasm now. Both his hands grip onto her hips firmly in an attempt to control her squirming, moving them up and down with his.

"Where do you want it, baby?"

"Inside me, fuuuck, cum inside me."

"You sure?"

She can just barely manage a nod. "Y-yes. Cum insi-inside me, please," she begs breathlessly.

His body complies in time with her pleas, leaving them both a panting mess at the end of it all. Asuma reaches his hands up to find hers, intertwining their fingers and wrapping their arms over her stomach.

"I love you," she says after catching her breath again.

"I love you, too." He kisses her temple.

"Remember when you used to sneak me into your room when we were teenagers?"

"How could I forget?" He chuckles.

A sweet smile spreads across her cheeks and she turns her head to look lovingly at him. "You are so much better at that now."

He scoffs. "God, I would hope so." The tip of his nose nuzzles against the shell of her ear, "at least now we don't have to hide the laundry."

Kurenai laughs. "I guess not. We should probably get out of this bed now, though."

"We should?"

"Yep," she says with a groan as she slides off of him.

"Damn it."