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Go back to Fan Fiction Home Page Warning Tags: Canon Compliant, Post Canon, Inuyasha, Inuyasha and Kagome, Fluffy, Smut, Explicit Temptress by SacredHanyouPriestess Summary Kagome has a favor to ask and knows exactly how to get what she wants from her stubborn husband. Notes This is based off a moment from the Yashahime manga where Sango explains that Inuyasha built Kagome a bathtub. ---- Kagome sneezed and shivered in the cold waters of the stream in front of their home. "Kagome, you're gonna get sick at this rate! Stop being so vain!" Inuyasha chastised from the bank where he sat. She frowned at him in frustration. "What else am I supposed to do? Not bathe?! I'm not an animal!" He just made a tsk sound at her complaints. "You could've fooled me by how you're acting!" He grumbled under his breath and she glared at him, her lip jutting out in a pout but then she smirked mischievously. "Is that so?" She said with feigned innocence. Just as he was about to agree she splashed him, sending water to hit his face and hair. "Seriously, Kagome?! Are you a child?!" He exclaimed then she stuck her tongue out, only proving him right. "That's it!" Inuyasha threw off his haori and jumped in after her, creating a wave of water and completely soaking his wife. Before she could complain, he picked her up from the side and playfully nipped at the skin of her neck to tickle her, sending Kagome into a fit of giggles. "Okay, okay!" She exclaimed between breathless laughter. "I'm sorry! I give up!" He put her down with a triumphant smile. "That's what I thought!" Inuyasha waded back to the shore and shook himself dry. She decided to just take his advice and get out as well. He quickly draped his haori over her shoulders before they made the short walk home. "Thanks!" She said gratefully. "I just wish I had-" She cut herself off with a sudden gasp. Inuyasha turned to her in alarm only to see the spark in her eyes which was never a good sign. "No." He stated flatly. She gaped at him. "You don't even know what I'm gonna say!" She retorted. "I don't need to! It's something that's gonna equal a lot of work for me!" They went inside and he began to work on the fire. What he didn't see was the mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Is there nothing I can say to make you listen?" She said and got a stubborn upwards head tilt from him. Kagome carefully walked up behind him and knelt before stretching her arms around his neck and pressing herself against his back. Inuyasha froze. "W-what are you doing?!" He asked in shock, again not seeing the playful smirk she wore. "I'm just cold that's all. Maybe you could warm me, up, Puppy." She said in a sultry voice and he shivered. She used his private nickname against him, knowing it made him putty in her hands. "Y-y-you're getting my juban all wet!" He exclaimed despite that it was already soaked through from jumping into the water earlier. "Oh? That's too bad! Maybe you should take it off then..." Her fingers slid under its edge and played against his skin. He turned to see his robe hung open, exposing her bare breasts along with the rest of her perfect body. "You little temptress!" He accused. "You know I can't resist you like this." She giggled and pulled on his beads until his mouth was on hers. Their lips moved together in perfect harmony. Her head tilted to allow his tongue to enter, causing a deep moan to rise from her throat. Inuyasha growled lustfully at the sound and tangled his hand in her hair, moving her head to the side for access to her neck. He licked and nipped, carefully gliding his fangs along her skin in a way he knew drove her wild. He chuckled with amusement and she felt it reverberate against her throat. She gasped and grabbed his white juban. "What's wrong, Baby? What happened to that abrasive attitude from before?" He teased. Her hands went to his ears where she slowly massaged them. It made him pause at the sensation. "I don't know what you mean, Puppy. I'm still in control." She said in a low, sultry voice. "T-that's cheating!" Inuyasha breathed out. She knew what that did to him and he was never good at losing. "Oh? I didn't know we were playing by the rules!" "Not anymore we're not!" Inuyasha exclaimed in a deep voice. He claimed her lips again before tackling her backward to the ground and groping her breasts. He could smell the scent of her rising need and it was irresistible. Her legs were moving against either side of him as if that would satiate her hunger. By now his pants had become uncomfortably tight. She moved her hips to rub against his bulge and he had to fight back the desire to give in right there. He could already feel her wetness against his pants. "Oh no, you don't!" He quickly rid himself of his juban and hakama, tossing them carelessly across the room. He watched her breasts heave up and down while she bit her lip, his robe was still on her person, though it was loosely pooled around her shoulders. Inuyasha spread her legs and grabbed his shaft before rubbing himself against her opening. He pressed forward until he was fully inside, letting out an involuntary sigh at the feeling of her warmth. Kagome was already shaking with pleasure. "Don't get ahead of yourself. We're just getting started!" He sat on his knees, pulling her up to elevate her bottom, and gripping her waist before he started to move. Every motion caused her to gasp and whimper. Inuyasha himself started to feel it as well, his breathing became labored, eyes slowly closing and his head tilted back. "It already... F-feels... Incredible! Don't stop!" She breathed out. He growled at her and repositioned himself. "Was that an order, woman?!" He laid between her legs and bucked harder. One of her arms wrapped itself around his neck while the other went to his lower back. Kagome loved how his muscles tensed under her touch and he loved the scraping feeling of her nails against his skin as her arousal elevated. Sometimes he was jealous of the evidence she could sport after their lovemaking as proof of their bodies' passions for each other. Even though she sometimes complained, she also secretly loved it. He left love marks along her neck and shoulders, which caused her scent to grow spicier as she grew closer to her peak. "P-puppy!!!" She moaned with desire and he chuckled. "Coming already, Baby?" He leaned down and whispered in her ear in a low tone. "Want me to spill my seed in you?" All Kagome could only nod in response. For a while the only sounds to be heard were her gasps and his whimpers while he thrust his hips. His hands went to her waist. "Say it! Beg me for it!" He commanded her and Kagome swallowed hard between breaths. "Please, give it to me Puppy! Give me all of you!" Kagome cried and that was all it took. With one last hard push, he finished himself inside of her, which in turn sent Kagome into her euphoria. Her back arched and her breasts pressed themselves against his chest as he twitched a few times before relaxing. Inuyasha slowly pulled himself out before collapsing beside her on the floor. They both lay there, catching their breaths and coming down from their highs. "Soooo...." She suddenly spoke up. "Willing to listen to my request now?" "You're truly an evil woman, ya know that? Alright, out with it..." She giggled triumphantly. "I want a bathtub that can be heated so I can take a proper bath." Inuyasha was silent for several seconds before she heard him sigh in resignation. "Fiiiine..." He groaned. They both knew he'd give in eventually but at least this way they both had some fun. She snuggled into his side and put her head on his shoulder. "You are a softy!" "Yeah yeah, ya brat..." He replied, his arm encircling her waist, but she just laughed harder and kissed his cheek with a smile, enjoying the soft blush that spread throughout his face.     Follow author, @SacredHanyouPriestess on AO3 Go back to Fan Fiction Home Page

Go back to Fan Fiction Home Page Warning Tags: Explicit content, mature, Kiba, bondage, degrading Punishment (Kiba Inuzuka) by LHatake87 TW: This one-shot will contain the following: Degrading, praising, slight bondage, and explicit content (including language and sex). Please be advised. If you wish to continue: enjoy 😏     —————   "Please, Kiba?" The woman asked on the other end of the line, "You know Naruto would love it."    He hated that she was right. "Do you really think it's a good idea?"    Sighing, she admitted, "No," Kiba knew there was more, "but he loves big parties and being the center of attention. So let's do it. You're the only one I can trust to do this. He'd know something was up if I tried to get him to go."    Kiba knew his best friend would get a kick out of it. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that Kiba didn't want to go. And that she would be there.    Giving in, Kiba said, "Are you sure you want to do this?"    "Why not?" Even though the male couldn't see her, she shrugged, "All you men will have a blast."    "Maybe most of them will," Kiba said without thinking.    "What does that mean?" She asked curiously.    Frowning, Kiba ran a hand through his hair, "If it's what you want to do, then I'll do it. You set it up, and I'll get your brother there."    "You're the best, Kiba," she sounded so happy to Kiba that he didn't even care about what was going to happen at the party.    Resigned to his fate, Kiba replied, "Anything for you, Y/n."    "Thanks, Kib," she was beaming, "I'll make some calls and get everything set up. Then I'll forward you all the info."    Kiba was not looking forward to the evening she was planning. With all the men whowere going to be there. The fact that she was going to stay for at least part of the night. But Kiba would do whatever he could to make the woman smile.    Running a hand through his hair, Kiba said, "Let me know if you need anything, okay?"    "Okay," she chirped happily, "Night, Kib."    "Night, babe," Kiba responded without thinking. Then, sensing his mistake, he quickly hung up the phone. Cursing to himself, Kiba tucked his phone into his pocket before collapsing on the couch.    Y/n stared at the phone in her hand. She was baffled. Kiba never called Y/n anything but Y/n, little Uzumaki, or pipsqueak. Ignoring the warming sensation settling in her chest, Y/n began planning her brother's party.    The few days flew by faster than Kiba would've liked. The only upside was that he often spoke with Y/n. They never mentioned the slip-up from the other night, but Kiba didn't care. Texting on and off throughout the day felt natural to both of them. And the occasional phone call made both of them smile.    The day before the big night, Kiba stood on his best friend's front porch. Knocking, he turned around to watch the apartment complex's parking lot. When he heard the door open, he turned around to see a brilliant smile.    "Oh," she beamed, "Kiba," she stood taller, "what brings you by?"    Collecting himself, Kiba snapped his eyes up, "I was coming by to invite Naruto out tomorrow." He wanted to keep the facade up in case Naruto was close by.    Damn his luck. Y/n was visiting her brother. Of course, she would be. It was his actual birthday today. On top of that, she was dressed in a pair of skinny jeans, the legs cut up,and her tender flesh exposed from her shins to her thighs. She was wearing a white tank top. Over that, she had on a red sweatshirt that was cut off just below her breasts.    Her h/c hair was down. Kiba longed to run his fingers through it as she snuggled against his chest. And those lips. He's dreamt of what they would feel like against his. As she looked at him, the soft pink pout made him putty in her hands.    "We were going to watch a movie and order some take-out," she said, stepping back."Want to stay for a bit?" Y/n worried that she sounded too hopeful for his company.    Kiba thought over the best way to approach staying. Or not staying. Staying meant he was tempting fate and sin. Not staying sounded boring.    Moving past Y/n, he gave her his toothy grin, "I'm starving." He kept his answer simple.    As Kiba walked to the living room, Y/n closed the door and squealed on the inside. Y/n followed after Kiba to find him settled on the left side of the sofa, while Naruto was on the right. Leaving her no choice but to sit in the middle. Or on the floor.    Biting her lip as she rounded the couch, Y/n sat on the floor close to Kiba. Then, leaning back, she asked, "What do you want for dinner, Naru?"    "Ramen," he announced eagerly.    "Surprise," Kiba chuckled.    Pulling her phone from her pocket, Y/n said, "I shouldn't have expected anything different."    Kiba watched as Y/n typed away on her phone. Naruto picked up the remote while his friend stared at Y/n. "Now to pick a movie."    "What do you want, Kib?" Y/n asked as she looked over her shoulder at him.    While Kiba held her stare, she leaned to the side a bit and put her hand on the ground beside his foot. Next, she shifted, making her shoulder hit his leg.    "Miso pork," Kiba said as he watched Y/n's tongue swipe her bottom lip.    Expecting her to move once she was focused back on her phone, Kiba smirked when she remained leaning on him.    "Same as usual, Naru?" She asked her brother.    "Yep," he didn't even look at her as he answered.    While Y/n continued the order, Kiba was thinking. Y/n had the bubbliness that Naruto had, but it was different. Naruto loved talking and loved being the center of attention. With Y/n, she was quiet unless she knew you. Even then, she was sometimes rather laidback.    She was a few years younger than Naruto and his friends. It was always interesting to see her hanging around when they went to Naruto's house growing up. Kiba had always wondered about Y/n over the last five years or so. She had just turned twenty-two, and they were celebrating Naruto's twenty-fifth.    Kiba figured she was seventeen the first time he realized she was a woman, not a girl. The poor girl was fawning over Itachi of all people. There was a pool party at the Uchiha house. She was in a black bikini. Kiba remembers how nervous she looked when she shrugged off her robe. Itachi paid her no mind.    But someone did. Fucking Sasuke.    Forgetting the past, Kiba focused on the now. Y/n was still pressed against him as she watched the TV. Naruto was laughing his ass off at some joke that Kiba didn't hear.    "Hey," Y/n's soft voice broke Kiba from his thoughts, "do you want a beer?" She stood up, letting Kiba see her perfect ass.    "Sure," Naruto answered.    Kiba smiled, "You old enough for a beer, pipsqueak?" Without looking back, Y/n lifted her hand and gave Kiba the finger. "When and where?" Kiba called after her.    "Huh?" Naruto asked as he looked around.    Shaking her head, Y/n handed her brother a beer, "Nothing."    Holding Kiba's beer out to him, Y/n gazed into his eyes as he took it from her. The stare they shared lasted longer than necessary. Kiba's fingers brushed Y/n's as he took the can from her. Had they both always been so blatant with their flirting?    "Thanks," Kiba said as he cleared his throat.    Pulling her hand away, Y/n replied, "Sure."    This time, Y/n settled into the cushion between her brother and Kiba. Y/n hated the feeling that coursed through her as she sat there. She felt like she was betraying her brother. Kiba was one of his best friends. Yet, here she sat, thinking about kissing the Inuzuka. Let's not talk about the other thoughts that raced through her mind.    Y/n thought her shoulders might sag in relief when the doorbell rang as Naruto jumped from the couch. Kiba took the opportunity to shift his position. Throwing an arm over the back of the sofa, his finger brushed Y/n's neck. Turning her head, Y/n nibbled the inside of her cheek.  Kiba wore jeans that stretched over his thighs. Those thighs were thick and powerful, and Y/n wanted to know what it felt like as he used them to slam into her. His plaid button-down was different shades of red as if they were meant to be. Since he had his sleeves rolled up, she could see the tattoos on his left arm.    Kiba lifted his beer in his left hand. Y/n watched his arm flex before her eyes darted to his lips. She imagined that his lips were like his hands: rough. But against her skin, they'd be like silk.    "Are you getting any more tattoos?" Y/n wasn't sure if she asked the question aloud or in her head.    Swallowing quickly, Kiba lowered his arm, "Yeah," she hated how his lips moved into a smirk, "thinking about getting something on my shoulder that goes onto my chest. Wanna watch?"    Air rushed from Y/n's lungs. Sure, she's seen Kiba without a shirt on. But why turn down the chance to see it again? "Yeah." She barely managed.    "FOODS HERE!" Naruto crushed the moment.    Y/n slid from the couch and back onto the floor as she scooted towards the coffee table. Naruto set the bags down before ripping one open. As Y/n and Naruto unloaded the bags, Kiba sat beside Y/n. The table was small, but they could manage to sit at it with one on each side.    The three ate as they chatted about everyday things. Naruto's work at the Mayor's office was going well. He was getting his foot in the door to start his political career, as his father had. Kiba's job training dogs was always busy. And Y/n was going to college part-time while helping Kushina run the family restaurant.    "Oh, Naruto," Kiba chimed, "the guys are taking you out tomorrow night."    "Where?" Y/n wasn't sure Naruto even stopped chewing to ask the question.    Kiba cut his eyes to Y/n before saying, "It's a surprise."    The cheeky grin that broke across Naruto's face made Y/n smile. That was all Kiba ever wanted. Happiness in her eyes and a smile on her face.    "You coming, sis?" Naruto asked.    Nodding, she said, "Why not?" Kiba's foot tapped her thigh, and she cut her eyes at him. "I brought a change of clothes since I'm staying the night."    Knowing it was pointless to fight with the h/c, Kiba said, "I'll pick you up at seven."    Eagerness filled Y/n for some reason. She had it set in her head that something extraordinary would happen. Naruto was even more energized as they finished dinner. On the other hand, Kiba's mood had soured. He was hoping that Y/n would change her mind.    The trio finished eating before settling back on the couch. Naruto had disappeared to use the bathroom, leaving Kiba and Y/n alone. Y/n moved to lie with her head on the arm of the sofa, settling her feet into Kiba's lap.    Turning his head, Kiba asked, "Can I help you?"    The things Y/n wanted to say lingered on her tongue. "Your lap looked comfortable." She said lazily as she stared at the TV.   "You could always put your head in my lap," Kiba let his mouth say the words before his mind could process them.    Kiba watched as Y/n slowly turned her head towards him. Something swirled in those e/c eyes of hers. Moving with purpose, Y/n sat up. Then, she did as Kiba teased. On her back, Y/n let her feet hang over the couch while her head was on Kiba's thigh.    Kiba looked down at Y/n and gave her a smug look, "Better?"    "I've had better," they were both toeing a dangerous line tonight.    "Hey," Naruto's voice cut in before Kiba could retort. "Where am I supposed to sit?"    Focusing on the TV, Y/n said, "Sit in the chair," grinning to herself. "Kiba said he'd braid my hair."    Naruto grumbled as Kiba gaped at Y/n. She was testing his patience. Rather than braiding her hair, Kiba allowed his fingers to tease her tresses. He'd thread his fingers into it now and then, giving it a gentle tug. Y/n was biting her lip every time. On more than one occasion, Y/n wiggled her hips in agitation- and more.    Once pleased with his torment, Kiba moved on. He would absentmindedly brush his hand over Y/n's hair from time to time. Y/n found her eyes growing heavy as she lay in Kiba's lap. Naruto was none the wiser about his sister's wants or his friend's desires.    "Y/n," someone whispered her name softly. "Sweetheart,” that name was strange, but it felt right. “I'm going to carry you to bed."    Y/n only nodded as she hummed an answer. Kiba smiled as he scooped Y/n up. Naruto was passed out in the chair. Kiba had fallen asleep as well, but knew he should leave when he woke up. Walking down the hall, Kiba looked down at Y/n. She was just so damn perfect to him.    Easing Y/n into the bed, he gave in to temptation and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of her mouth. Brushing his thumb over her cheek, he left as soundlessly as possible. Kiba didn't know that Y/n felt every touch he gave her.    ------   The next night came too quickly for Kiba. He was standing on the doorstep of Naruto's home anxiously. Naruto was out the door and yelling for shotgun while Y/n was finishing up. Kiba stepped inside the house to call out to her, but he stopped when Y/n left the spare bedroom.    "You're wearing that?" The words flew from Kiba's mouth quickly and somewhat severely. He didn't even try to apologize.    While Y/n wasn't sure it was disgust that fueled Kiba, she didn't think it was lust either. "Do my clothes bother you? Or is it just my presence as a whole?" She snapped in return as she closed the door.    Maybe he deserved the comeback.    "Has your brother seen you in that?" Kiba asked as she approached him. She held her heels in her hand.    Y/n stopped before Kiba with a look on her face he's never seen before. The things he wanted to say to her would probably piss her off. The things he wanted to do to her would likely make her fear him.    "You think I care what Naruto says about what I'm wearing?" Y/n put a hand on Kiba'sshoulder, lifting her foot behind her to put a shoe on. "The dress isn't for Naruto, honey," she switched shoulders and feet, "so don't worry about him."    When Y/n pulled her hand away, Kiba gripped it tightly. As Y/n gasped, Kiba snarled, "I think you should change," he grit his teeth, "sweetheart."    With a challenging sparkle in her eyes, Y/n yanked her hand away. This was going to be a fun night for both of them. Y/n headed for the door, and Kiba followed. Picking up her wristlet, Y/n walked to Kiba's car. In disbelief, Kiba continued out the door before locking it.    All Kiba could think about as he drove was Y/n's dress. As she walked out of her bedroom, he was greeted with legs. He followed them from her painted toes and all the way up. The dress was much shorter than he would ever want to see her in, in public. Not only was it short, but it hardly covered anything.    Kiba didn't think it was a dress. It looked like a cross between a flapper dress and a showgirl's outfit. Somehow it was sexy, classy, and slutty, all tied into one.    The beaded design hung over her body, as if she were a goddess. The sides were hollowed, showing even more skin than Kiba liked. The pattern was intricate, but nothing too detailed. The dip of her breast wasn't too noticeable, one saving grace of the garment. The back was high, so maybe it wasn't so bad. But as Kiba watched Y/n move to slide into his car, her perfect ass was on display due to the dress barely covering her perfect body.    Parking the car, Kiba braced himself for Naruto's excitement. Naruto burst from the car's passenger side as his sister opened her door.    "No way!" The blonde exclaimed, "wait," he pointed his look at his sister as he closed the door, "with you here?"    Grinning, Y/n closed her door and bounced to Kiba, "I'll only stay a couple of hours."    "This was your idea," Naruto asked as he approached them, "wasn't it?"    "Yep," she gave her signature smile as she tilted her head innocently.    Naruto looked away, "No wonder you're dressed like that."    Sticking out her tongue at Naruto, she took hold of Kiba's hand, "Come on, you two!"    Nearly groaning, Kiba let the gorgeous woman drag him along. Naruto needed no further motivation to go inside the establishment. At the entrance, the doorman waited for the trio to reach him. He was tall and broad, the perfect image of a brute. Y/n gave the man her name. He nodded before pushing the door open.     The hallway was dimly lit as they entered. Y/n let go of Kiba's hand, making him frown slightly. The walls were lined in a paisley pattern, shiny and smooth. The deep reds are outlined in black.    "Evening," a woman greeted them, "may I have your name?" She was beautiful. Blonde hair elegantly braided atop her head. Eyes bright green that shone with joy.    "Uzumaki," Y/n offered.    Behind the woman, there were two different paths. They were both roped off, one red and one black. The velvet ropes held the mystery of what lay beyond.    The shift in the woman's expression made Y/n's heart beat faster. "Welcome," she reached for the black rope, "I hope all of you enjoy your evening in the lounge we have reserved for you. Second door on your right. Ring the bell if you need anything."    Walking by the blonde, Kiba leaned forward to whisper, "How much did this cost, babe?" Kiba slipped again, but Y/n didn't even bat an eye.    "Don't worry, Kib," she turned her head, not realizing Kiba hadn't pulled away. Her eyes glanced to his lips, "I saved money just for this. Naruto's never one to spoil himself."    "Must run in the family," Kiba mumbled as he pulled away.    Naruto pushed his way through the two. He opened the door and entered the VIP room while Y/n stopped short. Kiba came to a halt as Y/n turned.    "What does that mean?" She asked, looking up at Kiba.    When Kiba shrugged, Y/n took in his appearance. Dark wash jeans hugged his thighs. Again, his shirt was plaid, how Y/n liked it; this time, it was grey, white, and black. They almost matched.    Strange emotions swirled as he wished for Kiba's gaze, answering, "You never put yourself first." He told her bluntly. "You're always worried about what everyone else wants. I've never seen you stop. You never take care of yourself. I wish you knew how important you are."    When Kiba's mini-speech was complete, they were both stunned. Y/n's mouth was slightly agape as she listened to his words. Kiba wasn't sure why he let the words flow without hesitation. Maybe it was time he told her how he felt. That was a start, right?    "Well," Y/n said, hanging her head, "I'm not really sure what to say to that, Kiba." She lifted her head, "Let's forget about it for tonight, okay?" She tried to smile. Kiba could see that it didn't reach her eyes, though.    "Okay," Kiba offered the same tight smile before gesturing for her to enter the VIP room.    Turning, Y/n's face fell. Kiba's words stung. They made her sound selfless and selfish all at once. Kiba fought away the need to slap himself in the face for what he had done. He could see the change in Y/n as the words flowed from his mouth. He was a damned idiot.    Naruto was scanning the small bar that sat to the left of the room when they entered. Kiba took in the room while Y/n went to Naruto. Everything was dark yet vibrant. All reds and blacks. Velvets. Velour. Silk. Satin. Leather. It was the definition of sexy in fabric form.    Past the bar was a private bathroom. Kiba didn't want to think of what happened in that bathroom. Two chairs sat before a small stage beyond the bathroom. The front of the room was open to the main stage. You could see across the stage into the club's general population. A couch sat back from the entertainment, allowing you to get a full view. Then there was a couch on the right side of the room, allowing those to sit back from the action. Chairs were scattered around the room as well.    Eager for a drink, Naruto waited for their private bartender to arrive. Y/n eyed the menu while Kiba slid in beside her. She smelled fucking fantastic. Kiba gave in and took a deep breath as he leaned closer. Y/n felt the heat as he pressed his chest to her shoulder. It was heaven for a split second.    "Hinata will kill you if she finds out," the voice said, making the three turn their heads."I doubt anyone will remember tonight, though."    Naruto pushed from the bar, "I'm surprised you made it, dumbass!"    Sasuke rolled his eyes, "Whatever," he grumbled as Naruto gave him a quick hug. "Your sister threatened to chop my dick off if I didn't show."    A laugh followed Sasuke's words, making Y/n look towards the door. "I wasn't given the same threat," Itachi smirked, "I was asked nicely."    Kiba's frown shifted into a scowl as he watched Y/n stand straighter. "Oh, come on, Sasuke," she cocked a hip, "we all know I had to cover for you so Sakura wouldn't find you here."    Itachi kept his stride until he stood before Y/n, "Luckily, I don't have a leash."    "That can change," Kiba could not believe Y/n was flirting with the older Uchiha.    "SIS!" Naruto shouted.    Leaning to peer around Itachi, Y/n asked, "What?" Then, she laughed, "It was a joke."    When Y/n straightened, she caught Itachi's eyes roaming her figure. "Lovely dress, babydoll."    Y/n's fingers traced the collar of the beading, "Bought it just for tonight." She said proudly. "Now, I need a drink to forget how much all of this cost me."    "Moscow Mule, right?" Kiba asked from behind Y/n.    Itachi's face fell when he noticed how close Kiba was standing beside Y/n.    Y/n turned her head, smiling lightly, "Yes." She wondered how he remembered, and she hardly went out with the men alone.    Kiba reached over and pressed the button that sat on the bar top. As Naruto and Sasukewere talking, Itachi waited with Kiba and Y/n. Y/n stood between the two brooding males as they failed at trying to relax. When the door opened, a man walked in dressed in black slacks and a dress shirt. As he made his way to the bar, Y/n spotted more guests entering.    Naruto shouted, "Bushy brow!" Y/n shook her head at the man's nickname. While fitting, it still sounded wrong. "Is Neji coming?" Naruto asked as he approached his friend.    "Yes!" Lee always matched Naruto's enthusiasm. "He was parking when I walked in. Saw Shikamaru's car too."    "What would the lady like?" The bartender's voice caught Y/n's attention.    "Moscow Mule," Itachi smirked. "I'll have the same."    Kiba gritted his teeth. "Beer," he managed.    "Coming right up," the man was slightly taller than Kiba as Y/n watched him work.    His hair was white, obviously dyed since he was likely in his mid-twenties. He spoke with a slight accent, meaning he wasn't from Konoha. His eyes were strange, obviously wearing contacts since they had a purple tint. Y/n found it hard to look away from his eyes.    Chewing her lip, Y/n watched his fingers work as they wrapped around the neck of the bottle. He caught Y/n's eyes for a moment. He held her stare as he gripped the shaker. Then, effortlessly, he poured the contents into two glasses. Sitting one before Itachi, he took the second glass into his hand.    Placing the drink before Y/n, he asked, "What's your name, beautiful?"    "Y/n," she smiled as she took the glass, "Yours?"    "Suigetsu," he drew out. He pulled a beer bottle from the cooler in front of him without looking away. Sitting it down, he asked, "You here alone?"    The man had balls. She stood between two fairly intimidating men, and he still asked the question.    "I am," she nodded before taking a sip of her drink. "My brother's birthday party." She tilted her head towards Naruto and Lee.    Suigetsu hummed, "Will you be staying late?"    Sitting her glass down, her finger traced the rim, "I hadn't planned on watching the dogs drool all night."    Itachi was taking a sip when Y/n spoke, and he nearly choked on his drink. Kibasnickered beside her while Suigetsu smirked.    "Maybe you'll change your mind," Suigetsu winked.    Taking her drink, Y/n took a step back, "Maybe." She echoed.    Both males followed Y/n from the bar. Itachi took note of Kiba's closeness to Y/n again as they walked to the couch against the wall. Y/n took a seat at the end of the sofa, furthest from the stage. Kiba was quick to swing himself down beside her. Itachi gave a sharp glare before settling on the opposite end of the couch.    "What made you pick this place?" Itachi asked Y/n.    Shifting her legs, Y/n's knee caught the side of Kiba's thigh. She sat with her knees together and her feet crossed at the ankles. Her wristlet was in her lap, one hand holding it. She had her drink in her other hand.    "Actually," she took a look around, "Sakura told me about it." Then, she let out a laugh at Itachi's expression. "Apparently, Ino and Sai come here a lot. Ino's been trying to get the girls to come out for a while now. Sakura doesn't know we're here, but I knew this was the place when she said something to me a couple of weeks ago."    While Itachi and Y/n chatted, Kiba kept his eyes watching the room. Shikamaru entered, and Neji and Shino entered the room. The men went to the bar, Itachi standing to order a second drink. Kiba remained seated, wanting to stay close to Y/n.    When Kiba took a sip from his beer, Y/n watched as he slightly tilted his head. His throat bobbed as he swallowed. His forearm flexed, just barely, as he moved his arm back down. He settled the beer between his slightly parted legs. Kiba felt Y/n's eyes on him.    "If you don't want to stay," Kiba turned his head to her, "we can leave whenever you'd like."    Reading into the words more than she should, Y/n asked, "Why do you not want me here?" She pushed him further, "You don't want me to see that you're as much of a pig as the rest of the men in this room?"    "I'd hope you think a little more of me than that, sweetheart," Y/n saw Kiba's eyes dilate for a moment. "You're being quite the brat tonight."    Kiba noted how Y/n tried to hide the jolt of her body at his words. "A brat?" She threw back. "You have no idea how much of a brat I can be, honey." She gave me a sweet smile.    "Does this mean I'll get my own private show tonight?" Delight sparkled in Kiba's stare.    Y/n waved around the room, laughing out loud, "I think you all get a private showing tonight, Kiba."    Lifting his arm, Kiba draped it over the couch behind Y/n. He leaned closer, his breath tickling her neck, "You want to dance for me, sweetheart?"    YES.    When Kiba pulled away, he did so slowly. "Now, now, Kiba," Y/n's lip quirked, "I'd hate to make everyone else jealous. Or make you uncomfortable."    "Don't think I can handle it?" Kiba was sitting straight, though his arm remained behind Y/n.    Shrugging, Y/n lifted her glass to her lips, "We'll see." She said around the rim.    "Here, babydoll," Itachi's hand appeared before Y/n, another glass in hand.    "Thank you," she said sweetly, accepting the drink.    The lights dimmed before the music began. Leaning back, Y/n watched the males in the room. This was always the best part of being the only woman at a strip club. Learning what men want. Watching them twist with discomfort. Watching them fight their desires. It fueled Y/n for some reason.    Kiba's fingers played with the fringe on the sleeve of Y/n's dress. Itachi kept glancing over to Y/n as he watched the main stage. Two women came out: one brunette and one redhead. Naruto made some sort of noise of happiness while he plopped onto the couch in the middle of the room. Everyone else settled into a seat somewhere in the room.    Keeping pretty silent, Y/n kept her eyes moving. The men and the subtle shift in their demeanor. The women as they danced, enticing the men with bodies they'd never have. The women had all the control when they were on that stage. The power was theirs for the taking.    When the song changed, the two women moved to the smaller stage that sat in the VIP room. "Fuck yeah," Y/n heard Sasuke say.    Kiba's eyes were glossy. He was spacing out as he thought about Y/n and how she would move on the stage. The way her hips would sway. How her hair would swish as she turned around. Her hands as they caressed her skin.    When Y/n stood, Kiba was broken from his trance. His eyes followed her to the bar. He kept his focus on her as she flirted with the bartender again. She threw her head back, laughing a moment before his hand settled on top of hers.    "If you're not going to keep that piece of shit away from her," Kiba didn't notice that Itachi had stood, "then I will."    Not liking his words, Kiba stood as well. He wasn't fast enough, though. Itachiapproached Y/n from behind. His hands captured her waist before he leaned into her. Itachi pressed closer, whispering something in Y/n's ear. When Itachi moved back, Y/n followed him back to the couch.    Retaking the spot beside Kiba, Y/n looked to Itachi, "Jealous, Itachi?"    "A worthless man shouldn't be able to put his hands on you," he was serious.    Unsure if she should be flattered or upset, Y/n took a sip. Finished, she said, "He was just trying to earn his tip, Tachi. My name is on the reservation. I'm the only woman here."    "He's right, though," Kiba interjected. "But that means no man here deserves to touch you."    The jab was apparent. Itachi sat straight, "The fuck does that mean, asshole?"    Kiba turned to Itachi, "Exactly what it sounds like, fuckface."    Y/n forgot Kiba, and Itachi didn't care for one another. Chugging her third drink, Y/n tuned out the arguing males. She headed back for the bar, the night already calling for a shot of tequila. Suigetsu offered all the right words, but Y/n wasn't in the mood. The tequila burned all the way down before Y/n sucked on the lime in her hand.    Fingers, too soft to be any man she knew in the room, traced her spine. "Hey, sexy," the soft voice whispered, "wanna dance?"    Looking to see who was talking to her, Y/n wasn't surprised to see one of the dancers. She was curvy, built similarly to Y/n. The black skirt was plaid with red, not covering her ass. Black cheeky panties were beneath it. The bra was black, and the fabric on her breasts matched the skirt. Her blonde hair was to her shoulders, mused and messy.    "Names Candy," she pushed Y/n's hair from her shoulder, "what's yours, baby?"   Cutting her eyes over, she noticed Kiba and Itachi were still arguing. "Y/n," she said, looking at Candy, "I'd love to dance with you."    Candy shook her head, "Oh no, baby," she took Y/n's hand, "the stage is all yours."    Y/n's eyes widened before she let the adrenaline take over. The alcohol might have a lot to do with it, but she didn't fight Candy as she led her to the small stage. Shikamaru, Sasuke, and Neji were sitting around the mini platform. The three males exchanged a look for a moment before giving in to temptation.    Naruto was too focused on the blue-haired woman that was in his lap to notice his sister. Kiba noticed. Itachi too. Moving quickly, they both made their way to her. Kiba wanted to rip her off the stage and storm out of there. Teach her a lesson. Itachi wanted to watch. And touch. And then take her home.    Her body moved on its own as she listened to the music. She closed her eyes, hips swaying. Her hands hiked the skirt of her dress up, just enough to make the men try topeek. Kiba was fighting the urge to yank her down.    After what seemed like an eternity, a hoot from Sasuke caught Naruto's attention. "OI!" Naruto moved so fast that the woman in his lap nearly fell to the floor. "Get down from there!" He shouted to his sister. "KIBA!"    Out of all the men there, Naruto would trust Kiba to take care of Y/n. While he trusted all of them, he trusted Kiba the most.    Moving into action, Kiba walked to the stage. Y/n yelped when Kiba wrapped an arm around her thighs, lifting her over his shoulder. Y/n kicked her feet as she started cursing at Kiba.    Turning, he found Naruto standing there, "Take her home," Naruto directed, "I'll ride with Neji to Hinata's house."    "The hell!" Y/n shouted, "Put me down, dammit! Naruto! I was only dancing!" She kept yelling.    "I don't want to see that, Sis!" Naruto countered as Kiba opened the door.    "Fucking asshole," Y/n huffed. "You can put me down now, Kiba."    "Nope." Was all he said.    Sighing, she said, "My purse."    "Mean this one?" Kiba held his arm back slightly, "Grabbed it when I walked to the stage. Figured I'd get you down from there somehow."    Going limp, Y/n let go of the fight. "Fucking bullshit. I'm allowed to have fun too."    Kiba walked down the hallway towards the door. The hostess gave Kiba a strange look as she stepped aside after moving the rope. When Kiba pushed open the door, the doorman arched a brow but didn't ask questions.    Once moving towards the car, Kiba finally addressed Y/n's words. "Have fun?" Kibaechoed, "You were dancing in a room full of drunk and horny men, sweetheart. That's not the kind of thing you should be doing. Not unless you want someone to take advantage of you."    A gasp left Y/n before she could reply. She was dropped to her feet and pressed against the side of Kiba's car. Blinking, Y/n lifted her head to peer into Kiba's hungry eyes.    "Maybe I do want someone to take advantage of me," she said, her breathless words still sending a delighted chill over Kiba.    She was stuck. Her curves pushed against the rugged plains of Kiba's body. Her e/c eyes traced the stubble of his jaw before she watched it clench. Y/n sucked in a breath when she felt Kiba's hands slide up her thighs.    "Really now?" Kiba's fingers traced the bottom of the dress. His breath fanned over her neck as he leaned in. "Did you want the bartender to bend you over and fuck you?" Y/n nearly whimpered as she shook her head. "Or Itachi to lift you up and pound into you against the wall?" Another pitiful noise left her. "Now, I know you didn't want Lee-"   "You," she exclaimed. Kiba moved away slowly. When his gaze was level with hers, Y/n whispered, "I want you to do all those things."    There was a darkness in his eyes that made Y/n swallow thickly. "All you have to do is beg, sweetheart."    When Kiba moved this time, it was to eat the words Y/n was going to reply with a bruising kiss. Instead, he was unrelenting as he fisted her hair. The soft moans were muffled as Kiba devoured her. He'd make sure she never thought of another man touching her again. He'd label her body with every mark possible so everyone would know. Y/n was Kiba's. No one else's.    The passenger door opened while Kiba continued to ravage her. When Kiba broke away, Y/n let out a whine. "Get in," was all Kiba said.    Following his words, Y/n slid into the seat. As Kiba walked to the driver's side, he shifted his desire with a grunt. He wanted to fuck her there in the parking lot, but he had a better idea.    Taking her clutch from Kiba's hand, Y/n set it in her lap. She was anxious. And speechless. Y/n wasn't sure what she was going to do. Or what Kiba was going to do. Her mind was dancing, and she knew the alcohol was to blame. But she wanted it. She wanted Kiba. She was alive on the inside.    When Kiba was on the road, he cut his eyes over, "Show me that you want me, sweetheart."    "What?" Her voice was far too high-pitched. She cleared her throat, "What?" She asked again.    Chuckling, Kiba reached over and tossed her purse to the floorboard. "Show me you want me," his hand slid up her thigh, "show me how wet you are already. How much your pussy wants me inside of you."    Excitement stirred all around Y/n. She's never heard Kiba talk that way. She's never listened to any man talk that way. Not to her, at least. Sure, in porn, or maybe a book she's read- but dear heavens did she like it. She was wet before Kiba said a single word after that kiss. Now, her thighs were slick.    Kiba's hand was still on Y/n's thigh as she spread her legs wider. "That's it, sweetheart." He praised her.    Lifting her ass off the seat, Y/n moved her dress up to settle over her hips. She was nearly panting as her fingers moved to the waist of her panties. Then, pushing them down, she chewed her lip and watched Kiba's knuckles turn white on the steering wheel.    "Give 'em to me," Kiba directed, "I want to know what you smell like."    Heat covered Y/n's entire body as she reached her hand out to Kiba. He took her hand into his before holding the fabric to his nose. For a brief moment, he closed his eyes, relishing the moment. How was something so dirty an absolute turn-on?    "Fuck," Y/n whispered.    Releasing her hand, Kiba said, "You have no idea." Y/n's eyes dipped to Kiba's crotch as she bit her lip. "You have to earn that, baby girl." Then, when Kiba saw her nod from his peripheral vision, he told her, "Make yourself cum for me. I want you all over my seat. Knowing someone else is sitting where you came for me will always make me hard instantly."    When Y/n finally broke her eyes away from Kiba's profile, she took notice that they were headed to his house. One hand on either thigh, Y/n squeezed them anxiously, "Kiba," she nearly moaned, "I-"   "Don't be shy now, Y/n," Kiba's tone was taunting, "you wanted to give all of those men a show, right? So now I get a private show, just for me. Now put those dainty little fingers of yours inside that tight cunt."    For fucks sake.    "KIBA!" She snapped her head in his direction. "Where in the hell is this coming from?"    Pulling the car into the driveway, Kiba put it in park. Left hand on the wheel, Kibaturned his body towards Y/n. His right hand slipped into her hair, yanking her head back. A mixture of a whimper and a moan fell from her lips.    Kiba moved his body. His free hand settled on Y/n's knee, fingers squeezing slightly. "Where?" He rasped. "You've always been a huge flirt. Trying to get someone's attention. Trying to keep up with the women your brother grew up with." His fingers dance up her leg, "I've been wanting to fuck some sense into you for years. This is your only chance to tell me no, Y/n. Otherwise," his fingers brushed the tender flesh of her thigh just before her mound, "I'll be making sure you can't walk in the morning."    "Is that a promise, Kiba?" The desire in her eyes held a fire that was defiance. She wasn't fighting him; she was challenging him.    Tightening his hold on her hair, Kiba cupped her mound. "You're asking for trouble," he said, rubbing a lazy circle around it. "I'll be sure to give it to you."    Then he was gone. Y/n couldn't move. Kiba walked around the car and opened her door. When Y/n turned to step out, Kiba stopped her. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," he said as he knelt on the pavement, "you're not leaving the car yet."    "Huh?" She asked.    "Are you going to be a good girl and do as I ask?" Kiba pushed her knees open, "Or am I going to have to do it myself?"    Stunned, Y/n sat frozen. Shaking his head as if disappointed, Kiba bent forward. Screeching, Y/n gripped the seat as Kiba pulled her hips towards him. Her ass was at the edge of the seat while Kiba's hot mouth wrapped around her clit. The leather squished under her hands as she writhed under his touch.    Kneading her thigh, Kiba used it to distract her as his fingers slipped into her slit. Kibamoaned heavily, humming against her nub, finding her slick with need. He was going to enjoy this night more than he had ever dreamt. When Y/n began to pant, Kiba slowed his movements. Hearing the objection, Kiba stopped completely.    Sitting back on his haunches, Kiba smirked, "You have to earn that, baby girl." Y/n's mouth fell open. "Do you want to earn it?"    "I want you to fuck me, Kiba." The words were rushed as she looked at his glistening mouth. "Please, Kib, I want you inside of me." The newfound confidence made Y/n nearly pale.    Standing, Kiba held out his hand. Y/n placed her hand in his. As she stood, she rushed to pull her skirt down. Then, closing the door behind her, Y/n let Kiba lead her to his house. They were silent as Kiba opened the door. Once it was closed, Y/n retrieved her hand.    Kiba turned, wondering what Y/n was doing. When he found her reaching for the zipper of her dress, he stopped her. "I don't think so, sweetheart." He snatched her hands away. "I said you have to earn it."    Releasing her hands, Kiba walked to his bedroom. Y/n had been in Kiba's house before. She slept in his bed when he was the gentleman and took the couch. That man had left the universe. The man who was now waiting in the doorway of his room was feral. And it made Y/n feel alive.    Timidly, Y/n followed after Kiba. She watched as he pulled his shirt off, the snaps popping as he tugged on it. Next came his undershirt, him pulling it over his head. His back rippled, and Y/n watched the ink come to life. Kiba flinched slightly when he felt her fingers tracing the tattoo.    "I've always wanted to trace your tattoos," her voice was hushed, "and kiss them."    Kiba turned around, "Save the gentle for later, sweetheart." Kiba took hold of her hand before kissing her wrist, "Right now is about teaching you a lesson."    "You're punishing me," it was more of a realization than a question.    Nodding, Kiba let his teeth graze the inside of her wrist before he murmured, "I am." He bit down, extracting a gasp from Y/n. "Now strip for me."    The way he let go of her made Y/n feel cold. She WANTED to earn his affection. What the fuck was wrong with her? She didn't particularly care at the moment. All she cared about right now was having Kiba buried inside of her. She would do anything to feel all of him.  Kiba sat at the foot of his bed as he pulled his belt from the loops of his jeans. He set it down beside him on the bed. The thoughts that raced in Y/n's mind were continuous. She wanted to feel the leather wrapped around her skin as Kiba slammed into her.    Spinning slowly, Y/n gave Kiba her back. She reached behind her, fingers gripping the zipper. Pulling it down, she looked over her shoulder at Kiba. He unhooked the button of his jeans before pulling his zipper down. She found the head of his cock slip free, no other fabric keeping it confined.    Focusing on the open door before her, Y/n shrugged a shoulder free. The second shoulder was exposed, and she shimmed the glittering fabric down her body. Kibawatched like a predator waiting to pounce. He was eager for her, but he wanted to enjoy every second. Every inch. Every taste. Every kiss.    Before Y/n could turn, Kiba's hands met her waist. She heard the throaty growl as his chest vibrated against her naked back. "Your skin is begging to be painted, Y/n. I want your flesh to scream that I've been there. I want those mongrels to know who you belong to."    Hands rough from years of work caressed her skin. One slid up while the other made its way down her body. Wrapping around her throat, Kiba gave a gentle squeeze, the exact moment his fingers brushed the apex of her legs. Y/n was nearly shaking with anticipation. A breathy moan escaped her when Kiba pressed his body against her entirely. She felt his thick erection on her skin; he had finished stripping while she had.    The strokes were agonizingly slow. Kiba gave a quick constriction around Y/n's throat with every swipe of his fingers. "K-Kib," Y/n moaned.    Kiba hummed, "That's it, my little slut. Let it all go. I want to be able to lick your thighs clean."    The moment Kiba felt Y/n's hand wrap around his forearm, he bit down on her shoulder. A scream rippled through the room as Y/n reached her first high of the night. After that, Kiba was relentless in his ministrations, dragging the orgasm out as long as he could.    "That's it, sweetheart," he whispered before kissing the flesh where his teeth had marred her. "Now, lie down."    The way he detached himself from her made Y/n stumble. Y/n's throat went dry when she turned around. Kiba was standing beside the bed, waiting for her to follow his direction. She chanced a look down, Kiba lazily stroking his hardened desire. Taking slow steps, Y/n couldn't help but chew at her lip as she felt the slickness coating her thighs.    As Y/n sat down, Kiba moved to grip her hands. Kiba began to wrap his belt around Y/n's wrists. All Y/n could do was watch. It's all she wanted to do. Of course, that was not the truth at all: she wanted to feel him. She wanted to do a lot of things. But she also wanted to do what Kiba desired.    "Does it hurt?" Sure, there was concern there, but Y/n guessed he wanted it to hurt a little.    Cutting her eyes up, she said, "A little," she lay back, hands above her head, "but I like it."    Smirking, Kiba knelt, "Of course you do." When his hands met her knees, he pushed them wide, "now let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart."    True to his word, Kiba's mouth began to make its way up Y/n's thighs. Teeth and tongue ghosted over her supple flesh. Y/n wiggled her hips anxiously as Kiba's hands kept her pinned to the bed. His grip was bruising, and so was his bite, but she didn't complain. She'd wear his mark proudly.    Kiba's hands slid from her hip to hold her legs. He pushed them upward, lifting her knees off the bed. Y/n yelped in surprise as Kiba's tongue lapped at her dripping folds.    "Fucking drenched," he mumbled against her clit, "I could drink you in all night, and you'd still be wet for me."    "Yes!" She shouted louder than expected. "Y-yes," it came out as a stutter this time.    Chuckling, Kiba began to suckle her clit. The end was near, this time far stronger than the first one. Kiba wouldn't let go, though. Y/n writhed beneath him as words slurred from her parted lips. Her bound hands reached for Kiba. Dropping one of her legs, he held her fisted hands. His eyes watched as she fought desperately to throw him off of her.    Overstimulation was something Kiba had wanted to do to Y/n for quite some time. So why not throw all of his dirty secrets her way in one night? That way, heaven forbid this was the only night they had together; he would be able to experience everything with her.    "KIBA!" She came undone.    Pulling away, Kiba kept his eyes honed in on her chest. Her bosom heaved as she tried to catch her breath. No rest for the wicked or weary. Kiba hauled Y/n up by her bound hands. Once standing, Kiba pressed his mouth to hers. Her tied hands lifted over his head to settle on his shoulders. Kiba gripped her thighs before hoisting her up. They both moaned into the deepening kiss at the feel of his cock pressing to her wet core.    Breaking the kiss, Kiba's lips traced Y/n's jaw, "Kiba," her tone was pleading.    "Do you think you've earned it?" Kiba mumbled into her neck before dragging his teeth along her jugular. Y/n nodded. "Not yet," Kiba chuckled as she let out a whine again. "You're like a bitch in heat, aren't you, sweetheart?"    There was no chance for Y/n to retort as Kiba bit down again. Something between a scream and a moan echoed in the room. Y/n wiggled her hips, making Kiba's grip tighten. A delightful idea came to his mind as he helped her hands from around his neck. Kiba lowered her feet to the ground before gently pushing her to her knees.    "I know you know what to do, Y/n," she was torn between gaping up at him in shock and bending to his will immediately.    She bent.    As Kiba held his length, Y/n opened her mouth, waiting eagerly for it to be filled with him. The low groan leaving Kiba only fueled Y/n even more. She would do anything this man asked of her. Begging? Done. Pleading? Done. Stripping? Done. Masturbate in front of him? Done. Suck his cock until his seed fills her belly? Done.    Anything.    More. Kiba wanted more. His fingers threaded into her h/c tresses. He controlled her movements as he clenched his teeth. There she was, on her knees, eyes pleading with him to take her. He wants to rip her to shreds, then piece her back together. Only to destroy her again. Over and over. For all eternity.    "Is this what you wanted, sweetheart?" Y/n blinked. "My dick inside of you." There was a vibration against him as she tried to hum a reply. "Keep taking it, baby girl. That's it."    Unsure of any repercussions that may follow, Y/n let her finger loose before she brushed them over her swollen bud. It was awkward with her hands tied, but she needed to feel something pressed to her clit. When Kiba saw her eyes flutter closed, he knew what she was doing.    "You think you deserve to cum again?" Kiba yanked on her hair, "Then you'll open those pretty eyes of yours." When she complied, he continued. "And that filthy little mouth of yours will make me cum first, understand?"    With the best attempt at a nod she could offer, Y/n continued stroking herself while Kiba led the tempo of her mouth. Y/n was too eager. She had to slow her pace, or else she would reach her end before Kiba. He could see it in her eyes, too.    "Are you sure you're ready for the punishment that comes with that, Y/n?" She wasn't sure. But she was going to find out.    When the muffled scream wrapped around Kiba's cock, he came undone. She was only seconds ahead of him, but she still didn't follow instructions. Y/n gagged before she tried to swallow Kiba's sweet seed. Sitting back on her haunches, Y/n gasped for air as Kiba smirked down at her.    Kiba tsked, "Look at the mess you made." Y/n's thighs held a familiar sheen again. She even had a few drops fall to the floor. "Guess I'll have to clean you up again."    Could she take anymore? She would have to.    Without words, Kiba brought Y/n to her feet. She was guided to turn around, then kneel before the bed. Kiba bent her over the plush mattress a moment before a slap bounced off the walls.    "Naughty girls need to be spanked, Y/n," she might die. "And you've been naughty for years."    "Y-ears," she squeaked out. "I've been fingering myself to the thought of you since I knew what sex was."    That brought pause to Kiba's hand, if only for a moment. "Is that so?" Oh, she loved the way he sounded right now. "Then why did I hear about you and Sasuke one summer?" SMACK "Or you and Shikamaru?" SMACK   Neither of those was a lie. She lost her virginity to Sasuke. Something she will admit that she regrets. The sex with Shikamaru was pretty fantastic, if she was being honest. She doubted she should tell Kiba that, though.    "You never paid me any attention," she jerked with the slap that followed her words.    Two fingers were thrust into her slit. "Is this the kind of attention you wanted, Y/n?" He teased her entrance before slamming his fingers back into her. "Finger fucking you as you're bent over my bed? My dick buried inside your cunt as you scream my name?" Every question was highlighted with a thrust.    "Oh, fuck!" She squirmed, "Yes, please. FUCK!" She gasped when she felt his tongue swirl her anus.    Kiba wasn't sure what sound left Y/n as he began to pump in and out of her pussy. His tongue continued to play with her ass while she rocked her hips in sync with him. She was melting. There would be nothing left of Y/n but a messy puddle.    Feeling her walls clench around his fingers, Kiba buried them as deeply as possible. They were trying to milk him of his seed, though they would do that soon enough when he came inside her. Moving away from her, Kiba watched her once again.    Slick with sweat, Y/n rolled onto her back. She held her hands out to Kiba, "Please." Was all she asked.    Walking to the side of the bed, Kiba lay down. "Ride me, Y/n. Then I'll set you free."    She didn't have to be told twice. Hand on Kiba's chest, Y/n moved her legs to straddle him. Kiba took hold of her waist, guiding her to his stiff shaft. They were both aching with a need they'd never felt before. Kiba tended to be too rough for women. Y/n was too kinky for the men she'd been with. They were the perfect match.    "AHHH!" Y/n threw her head back and let the scream go. Kiba slammed her down without warning. Looking down at Kiba, she groaned, "Fuck, Kib. You're fucking perfect. Everything. All of you. All of this."    Y/n began to move, Kiba's hands still on her waist, "We'll see how you feel in the morning, sweetheart."    Challenge was written all over her face, "Honey," Y/n smirked, "I'll watch the sunrise as you fuck me on the window seat in the living room."    That was it. That was when Kiba knew that Y/n was the one meant for him. She could match him, step for step. She could handle him, every part of him. The darkest secrets he never shared, she would devour and keep hidden.    Kiba didn't need to give her any instructions now. She knew what she wanted, and Kibawould let her take it. He would feed into her addiction as she did his. Lying his hands above his head, Kiba watched her fuck herself on his cock. This was perfection.    "I'm going to drink your cum when you're finished riding my dick," Y/n smiled at his words. "You want to sit on my face, baby girl?"   "Yeah," she said breathlessly.    Reaching for her, Kiba pulled Y/n's hands free. Next, he held her tightly against his body, one arm around her waist as he bucked into her. Finally, he shifted them slightly, moving her so he could wrap his lips around her hard nipple.    Y/n's fingers found Kiba's mussed hair, and she tugged at it hungrily. The second Kibafelt her begin to tremble, he moved. Y/n was off his hips and on his face faster than she could comprehend. Her body quaked with a heaviness she'd never felt before.    The satisfied hum left Kiba as he drank from her just as he promised. Kiba shifted them again, laying Y/n onto her back as he sat up. For a moment, he only stared at her. His hands ran over her skin in praise as he watched her fall from the peak.    "My perfect little slut," Y/n's face went red with embarrassment. Kiba chuckled, "I love it, sweetheart, don't worry. We'll keep going on one condition."    "Yes?" She whispered into the night.    Y/n held her breath as Kiba teased her entrance with his fingers again. Finally, he pushed them in slowly as he said, "You tell me that this pussy belongs to me," Y/n's eyes closed as Kiba stroked her clit, "and only me. You're mine, Y/n. No one else's."    Opening her eyes, Y/n said, "It's all I ever wanted, Kiba."    A sound of approval left Kiba as he continued to please her. "That's good to hear, baby girl." Y/n bit down on her lip. "Now cum for me again. I want to watch this time."    Arching her back, Y/n let all inhibitions go. She always held back in bed. She was always afraid of being judged. A couple of years ago, she had a one-night stand because the man was shocked at how forward and free Y/n was with her sexuality. Kiba was the only man who could handle Y/n. And that was perfectly fine with both of them.    Another scream ripped through Y/n as she moved her hips in rhythm with Kiba. His eyes never left the apex of her legs as they moved. He did just as he said he would. He watched as her desire drenched his fingers and seeped from her slit.    Pulling his fingers from her, Kiba licked them clean. Then, taking hold of both of her hands, Kiba lifted Y/n to her feet. Understanding what he wanted, Y/n straddled him again. They moaned in unison as Y/n lowered herself onto Kiba's cock. Kiba's arms wrapped around Y/n as he took control.    Letting go of Y/n, he let her fall back to the bed. His thrusts were slow and deep in this position. He watched as her breasts bounced with each stroke. When Kiba stilled, Y/n waited eagerly for him to move them as he wished. Kiba sheathed himself to the hilt, lifting Y/n's knees nearly to her shoulders. It was like heaven on earth.    "Keep going," Y/n implored, "I want to cum again."    There was a throaty sound of agreement as Kiba was unforgiving with his thrusts. Moans. Screams. Slurs. Curses. Everything fell from Y/n's lips as Kiba pounded into her.    Sensing she was coming down again, Kiba pulled out to roll her onto her stomach. Y/n nearly came undone when he slammed back into her without warning. Kiba laced their fingers together, keeping her hands pinned to the bed.    "KIBA!" She screamed.    "Fuck, sweetheart," Kiba panted, "I think you've ruined me." He felt Y/n try to laugh. "Let me ruin you too, Y/n."    "YES!" She shouted.    Kiba pressed his full weight to Y/n before slipping a hand beneath her. He gripped her breast as he continued to fuck her. His other hand pulled her hair, allowing him to bite down on her shoulder a third time. He was close. She was close. This was the end. This was the moment he had dreamt of.    The world tilted as they both let go. The scream that bubbled through Y/n matched the heavy groan that left Kiba. Then, with a few sloppy thrusts for good measure, Kibastilled. Tender kisses were dotted across Y/n's back as Kiba brushed her hair from her back. Y/n sighed in contentment as she found herself fighting tears away.    Kiba's lips brushed Y/n's ear, "I love you, sweetheart."    Awkwardly, Y/n looked back at Kiba, "Well, I'd hope so, asshole." Kiba laughed as Y/n smiled. "I love you too, Kiba."    Kissing her cheek, Kiba pulled away. Y/n clamped her thighs together. "I'll get you a towel," he smirked, "then water before round two."    "Round two?!" Y/n shrieked as Kiba walked to his bathroom. "That was like seven rounds." She grumbled.    Not knowing Kiba was there, Y/n yelped when Kiba slapped her ass. "Come on, sweetheart," she turned to look at Kiba. She took the damp towel as he said, "Remember," she gulped as she watched Kiba's eyes rake over her figure, "this is punishment."     Follow author, @LHatake87 on Wattpad Go back to Fan Fiction Home Page

Art by: SaiPaintsAStory This fanfiction won our annual Fanfiction Contest! Go Back to Featured Fanfiction Tags/ Warnings: Jinwoo x Joohee, Smut Jinwoo’s Red Gate by KenKurosaki’sBunny24 It was another average day in Seoul, South Korea. The 4th Jeju Island raid was a significant success, and the Korean was still dealing with the fallout of the raid and the black ant. Yoonho Baek was still mourning the loss of his best bud, Min Byung-Gyu, and the other fallen soldiers. Meanwhile, at home, Jinwoo had just finished having dinner with his mother and sister Jinah. As he walked to the kitchen to clean up, Igris, one of his head soldiers, appeared. “My Lord, there’s a gate approaching this area. From the looks of it, it’ll be opening in the next 4 hours.” Igris said “Can you tell if it’s a regular gate or a red gate? Or is it not detectable yet?” Jinwoo asked. He had no problem with it being a regular gate, but after the raid on Jeju Island, he’d been looking for red gates in particular. He couldn’t understand why, but he felt that if he didn’t get to enter a red gate soon, he might explode. “I am unable to detect the reading on the gate. But I can go and check, before anyone else gets there.” Igris said “No need. We’ll check it out together, once my mom and Jinah go to bed.” Jinwoo decided. Unfortunately for Jinwoo, this gate is gonna change his life. Four Hours Later: As Jinwoo approaches where Igris determined the gate would show up, he runs into his friend and former healer, Joohee Lee. “Hey Jinwoo! What are you doing out here so late?” Joohee asked. It was rare for her to see Jinwoo, since she retired as a hunter. But this was a welcome surprise for her. “Just going on a walk. I was feeling a bit antsy at home, and thought a night walk would help.” He responded. Before Joohee could respond, there was a shift in the atmosphere. As both Jinwoo and Joohee turned, the gate that Igris detected appeared. Before either could react, Jinwoo received the call from the president of the Hunters’ Association. “Hunter Sung, there was an A-rank gate that just recently opened. Is there any way you can get there before the strike team and get started on it?” He asked. “I’m already at the location, actually, President Go. It’s me and the retired B rank healer, Joohee. I’m sure we can close this gate ourselves, no problem.” Jinwoo replied confidently. Joohee stood back, watching his conversation with the president of the H.A with renewed respect for him. “Thank you, Hunter Sung and Ms. Joohee. The strike team should be there in 20 minutes.” The president said. As Jinwoo hung up the call, he turned to Joohee. He had a feeling that this A-rank gate was going to change his experience in other gates. He was unsure whether he should let Joohee join the raid or send her home. But she responded before he could get a word out. “Let’s go, I know you’ll keep me safe, Jinwoo.” She smiled. He stared at Joohee for a moment before he smirked and looked away. “Alright, then let’s go,” He said As they walked towards the gate, Jinwoo wondered if this feeling was going to disappear when they closed the gate. As they entered the gate, Jinwoo sensed that something was about to happen, but he couldn’t tell what. He stayed alert, watching his and Joohee’s surroundings. While walking through the gate, the air felt charged, as if the gate was going to close. As Jinwoo turned to run Joohee to the exit, it slammed shut, proving to Jinwoo that his feeling was, in fact, correct. They had entered a Red Gate. “Jinwoo, where’s the exit? Did it just close?” Joohee asked, fear evident in her voice. The last red gate she was in was the one where they met the giants, and all the hunters abandoned Jinwoo. Her fear was a very valid feeling, but Jinwoo was more confused. Usually, the system will pop up and tell him to defeat the dungeon boss to level up. But this time, instead of saying "defeat the dungeon boss," it said "survive for 6 hours." Looking around, Jinwoo didn’t see any dungeon monsters lurking around. All he saw were different etchings on the walls. Tentacles, vines, penis-like etchings, and a liquid substance that he couldn’t identify from smell alone. Joohee, seeing Jinwoo walk further into the gate, ran up behind him. “Jinwoo, what is this place? It doesn’t look like a regular gate.” She asked, confusion in her voice. Timer: 5: 45: 39 “I don’t know, but I hope we can figure it out and defeat the dungeon boss fast. I didn’t tell Mom or Jinah that I was going out. I don’t wanna worry, Mom, now that I’ve got her back.” He replied. Jinwoo kept walking until he stopped at a wall. Glancing around, he noticed this wall looked completely different from the others. Instead of there being etchings like the other walls, there were words written in a completely different language. Unsure of what they were, Jinwoo summoned Igris to help him decipher the words and find out their meaning. But what he didn’t know was that the person who recited those words would be stuck in a lustful state of mind. In other words, Jinwoo just endangered himself and Joohee, and there may not be an escape for them in sight. “Qui hoc limen transit, iam vocatus est. Effugium non tollitur— obliviscitur. Libido leniter mentem subit, non ut hostis, sed ut veritas diu negata. Voluntas non frangitur, solvitur; resistentia in desiderium mutatur. Hic non imperat vis, sed voluptas. Hic ratio non moritur— silet. Qui hanc speluncam intrat, per vota sua ducitur, per ignes dulces attrahitur, et pugnare non vult. Cede— non quia debes, sed quia cupis. Nam solutio tua non est finis, sed donum: et in eo dono, tibi mihique voluptas invenitur.” The English Translation: “He who crosses this threshold has already been called. Escape is not taken away—he forgets. Lust gently invades the mind, not as an enemy, but as a truth long denied. The will is not broken; it is dissolved. Resistance is changed into desire. Here, force does not command, but pleasure. Here reason does not die—it is silent. He who enters this cave is led by his own vows, is drawn by sweet fires, and does not want to fight. Yield—not because you must, but because you desire. For your solution is not an end, but a gift: and in that gift, pleasure is found for you and me.” As soon as Jinwoo finished reading the incantation, a light spray was released in the cave. Unaware of the dangers from this spray, Jinwoo continued walking straight into the darkest part of the cave. Joohee followed, too scared to stay still. She was still jittery because of the double dungeon incident, as well as the Jeju Island invasion. As she walked behind Jinwoo, Joohee started to feel a bit woozy. She felt her head and realized that her body was beginning to burn up. “Um Jinwoo, I’m not feeling too great. My body is getting really hot,” Joohee said. Jinwoo turned to face her, ready to touch her forehead, but before he could, Igris appeared. Jinwoo was stunned because he usually had a better handle on his shadows. “My Lord, this cave isn’t a normal cave. There’s something about it that’s calling to me, almost as if it’s alive and hungry. I can’t explain it, but I don’t think it’ll be as easy to defeat the dungeon boss.” Igris explained. Jinwoo stared at him with shock, and something else, was it lust? Joohee chose that moment to interrupt their conversation, but not with words. As Jinwoo and Igris turned to face Joohee, they noticed the girl had shed her clothing and was actively touching her body. Trying to find some sort of friction, Joohee started pinching her nipples and rolling them between her fingers. Jinwoo, still not fully affected by the aphrodisiac, ran to cover Joohee’s body. He couldn’t understand why Joohee would strip in the middle of the cave, let alone in front of him and Igris. “Joohee! What are you doing?” He yelled. “I can’t help it! I burn so much, I need something to take the ache away. It just won't go away.” Joohee cried. With superhuman strength she didn’t know she had, Joohee pushed away from Jinwoo and fell to the ground. As she lay on the floor, she slowly let her fingers find her weeping cunt. Timer: 5: 15: 58 “Oooooohhhhhhh! Fuck!” She yelled. Jinwoo, still stunned, turned around in time to see her glistening cunt spread wide open and leaking. Unaware of the effect the aphrodisiac was having on him, Jinwoo assumed that he was hard because it’d been a while since he’d jerked off. Usually, he’d fuck some of his shadows when the urge to fuck passed, so he wasn’t used to watching pornos anymore. But looking at Joohee, Jinwoo suddenly wished they were somewhere private. Leaning down in fascination, Jinwoo touched Joohee’s pussy with his fingers. Joohee snapped. Pulling Jinwoo’s hand down closer to her pussy, Joohee pulled him into her. Screaming her head off, as she came on his hand while squeezing the blood out of it. Jinwoo, now fully taken over by the spray, leaned down and took one long lick from Joohee’s pussy. Moaning from the taste, Jinwoo suddenly leaned down and attacked her pussy like a starving man being fed a good home-cooked meal for the first time in a decade. “Oh fuck Jinwoo! Please! Don’t stop! Don’t fucking STOPPPPPPP!” She screamed. Soon her screams were silenced to moans, and Jinwoo looked up to see Igris sliding his dick into Joohee’s mouth. He couldn’t understand why, but seeing her take his cock turned him on more than it should. Looking down, Jinwoo decided to strip off his clothes. But before he could reach his pants, something moving on the wall startled him. Looking around, he noticed his shadows had all appeared. But what really stunned him were the tentacles sprouting from the walls and the rocks on the ground in the shape of... Are those dildos? Hearing a slapping sound from behind him, Jinwoo turned in time to witness Tusk fucking Iron with some slimy substance leaking from the ceiling. He also noticed that the walls were slick with it as well, but his focus was soon turned back to Joohee when he heard her wails. “YES! PLEASE FUCK ME!!” She screamed at Igris, who took up Jinwoo’s place. Turning back to the wall, Jinwoo walked over and grabbed a glob of the slimy substance. It was lube. Perfect! He lathered it on his cock, and walked behind Igris, bent him down closer to Joohee, and entered him in one swift thrust. “FUCCCCCKKKKKKK! PLEASE MASTER! FUCK MY ASS HARD!” Igris yelled. Under him, Joohee moaned loudly, feeling the weight of two cocks inside of her. Unable to hold on anymore, Joohee screamed her orgasm to the room. At this moment, the system decided to announce Jinwoo’s mission: fuck until the timer went out. Timer: 4: 45: 20 “What the- FUCK!” Jinwoo swore. It all made sense now, the slimy substance, the etchings on the wall, the dildo and penis-shaped objects… This was a fucking sex gate. And he’s now stuck within it for the next 6 hours. He couldn’t tell how long he’d been in Igris’ ass, but he knew that there was more fun where that came from. Feeling his hole contract around his dick, Jinwoo groaned out loud and spilled his cum into Igris. Backing away, Jinwoo turned, and his cock ended up entering Iron’s mouth. Moaning out, he started thrusting into Iron’s mouth as Tusk fucked him harder from behind. Feeling a slight movement near his ass, Jinwoo turned in time to see Joohee holding a dildo shaped object in her mouth as one of his shadows knelt behind her. Seeing the slimy substance fall towards the object, Jinwoo spread his ass cheeks open for Joohee to insert the toy. Groaning at the intrusion, Jinwoo tried to focus on the task with no such luck. Looking around as Joohee thrust the toy into his ass, Jinwoo was trying to figure out if there was truly a big boss. Pulling out of Iron’s mouth, Jinwoo turned around in a circle. Hearing a chorus of loud moans from the left of him, Jinwoo saw Iron lying on the ground as Tusk sat atop his cock, and Igris lowering himself onto Tusk’s cock in a reverse cowgirl position. Feeling the heat, Igris started bouncing on Tusk, causing him and Iron to start moving as much as they could. Jinwoo walked up to a random shadow and decided that he was going to enjoy himself as long as he could, until the timer ran out. Timer: 4: 05: 19 As the fuckfest was happening inside the gate, the outside world was a different story. Captain Baek and a group of White Tiger hunters appeared at the gate, but they were too late. As Baek looked around, he wondered if any other hunters made it to the gate before he could. Just as he was going to call Captain Choi to find out if he had hunters go into the gate, he received a call from the president of the Hunters’ Association. “Hello, President Go, is there something wrong?” Baek asked. He was unsure whether President Go had been briefed on the current situation, so he waited to see what he would say. “Hello, Captain Baek, have you arrived at the gate yet? I’ve already sent Hunter Sung and Healer Joohee on ahead, so you should have no problems getting through this gate. Please inform me when the gate is closed,” President Go replied. “Uh, President Go, when was the last time you spoke to Hunter Sung?” Baek had a bad feeling, but he was hoping he was wrong. “Around 45 minutes ago Captain Baek. Is there something wrong?” President Go asked. “President, the gate turned red. I am unsure how long it’s been red, but judging from the timeline that you’ve provided, it turned the minute Hunter Sung walked in with the healer.” Baek explained. He was worried, but not about Jinwoo. He knew Jinwoo could handle himself; hell, he watched him decimate the head ant with no issue. So no, his worry wasn’t about him; it was about the healer girl. She was the same healer from the double dungeon and the Taeshik Kang incident. He thought she’d retired, but she was there for the 4th raid on Jeju Island, so he wondered if she had come out of retirement for Hunter Sung, or if she went because no one else was around. He decided to send his Hunters home and wait for Hunter Sung to return from the gate, no matter how late it was. Meanwhile, back in the gate: Timer: 3: 20: 10 TO BE CONTINUED   Go Back to Featured Fanfiction

Art by: SaiPaintsAStory This fanfiction is in our annual fanfiction contest!  Vote for your favorite story by clicking the heart on the home page of the contest. GO BACK TO FANFICTION CONTEST HOME PAGE Tags/ Warnings: Jinwoo x Joohee, Smut Jinwoo’s Red Gate by KenKurosaki’sBunny24 It was another average day in Seoul, South Korea. The 4th Jeju Island raid was a significant success, and the Korean was still dealing with the fallout of the raid and the black ant. Yoonho Baek was still mourning the loss of his best bud, Min Byung-Gyu, and the other fallen soldiers. Meanwhile, at home, Jinwoo had just finished having dinner with his mother and sister Jinah. As he walked to the kitchen to clean up, Igris, one of his head soldiers, appeared. “My Lord, there’s a gate approaching this area. From the looks of it, it’ll be opening in the next 4 hours.” Igris said “Can you tell if it’s a regular gate or a red gate? Or is it not detectable yet?” Jinwoo asked. He had no problem with it being a regular gate, but after the raid on Jeju Island, he’d been looking for red gates in particular. He couldn’t understand why, but he felt that if he didn’t get to enter a red gate soon, he might explode. “I am unable to detect the reading on the gate. But I can go and check, before anyone else gets there.” Igris said “No need. We’ll check it out together, once my mom and Jinah go to bed.” Jinwoo decided. Unfortunately for Jinwoo, this gate is gonna change his life. Four Hours Later: As Jinwoo approaches where Igris determined the gate would show up, he runs into his friend and former healer, Joohee Lee. “Hey Jinwoo! What are you doing out here so late?” Joohee asked. It was rare for her to see Jinwoo, since she retired as a hunter. But this was a welcome surprise for her. “Just going on a walk. I was feeling a bit antsy at home, and thought a night walk would help.” He responded. Before Joohee could respond, there was a shift in the atmosphere. As both Jinwoo and Joohee turned, the gate that Igris detected appeared. Before either could react, Jinwoo received the call from the president of the Hunters’ Association. “Hunter Sung, there was an A-rank gate that just recently opened. Is there any way you can get there before the strike team and get started on it?” He asked. “I’m already at the location, actually, President Go. It’s me and the retired B rank healer, Joohee. I’m sure we can close this gate ourselves, no problem.” Jinwoo replied confidently. Joohee stood back, watching his conversation with the president of the H.A with renewed respect for him. “Thank you, Hunter Sung and Ms. Joohee. The strike team should be there in 20 minutes.” The president said. As Jinwoo hung up the call, he turned to Joohee. He had a feeling that this A-rank gate was going to change his experience in other gates. He was unsure whether he should let Joohee join the raid or send her home. But she responded before he could get a word out. “Let’s go, I know you’ll keep me safe, Jinwoo.” She smiled. He stared at Joohee for a moment before he smirked and looked away. “Alright, then let’s go,” He said As they walked towards the gate, Jinwoo wondered if this feeling was going to disappear when they closed the gate. As they entered the gate, Jinwoo sensed that something was about to happen, but he couldn’t tell what. He stayed alert, watching his and Joohee’s surroundings. While walking through the gate, the air felt charged, as if the gate was going to close. As Jinwoo turned to run Joohee to the exit, it slammed shut, proving to Jinwoo that his feeling was, in fact, correct. They had entered a Red Gate. “Jinwoo, where’s the exit? Did it just close?” Joohee asked, fear evident in her voice. The last red gate she was in was the one where they met the giants, and all the hunters abandoned Jinwoo. Her fear was a very valid feeling, but Jinwoo was more confused. Usually, the system will pop up and tell him to defeat the dungeon boss to level up. But this time, instead of saying "defeat the dungeon boss," it said "survive for 6 hours." Looking around, Jinwoo didn’t see any dungeon monsters lurking around. All he saw were different etchings on the walls. Tentacles, vines, penis-like etchings, and a liquid substance that he couldn’t identify from smell alone. Joohee, seeing Jinwoo walk further into the gate, ran up behind him. “Jinwoo, what is this place? It doesn’t look like a regular gate.” She asked, confusion in her voice. Timer: 5: 45: 39 “I don’t know, but I hope we can figure it out and defeat the dungeon boss fast. I didn’t tell Mom or Jinah that I was going out. I don’t wanna worry, Mom, now that I’ve got her back.” He replied. Jinwoo kept walking until he stopped at a wall. Glancing around, he noticed this wall looked completely different from the others. Instead of there being etchings like the other walls, there were words written in a completely different language. Unsure of what they were, Jinwoo summoned Igris to help him decipher the words and find out their meaning. But what he didn’t know was that the person who recited those words would be stuck in a lustful state of mind. In other words, Jinwoo just endangered himself and Joohee, and there may not be an escape for them in sight. “Qui hoc limen transit, iam vocatus est. Effugium non tollitur— obliviscitur. Libido leniter mentem subit, non ut hostis, sed ut veritas diu negata. Voluntas non frangitur, solvitur; resistentia in desiderium mutatur. Hic non imperat vis, sed voluptas. Hic ratio non moritur— silet. Qui hanc speluncam intrat, per vota sua ducitur, per ignes dulces attrahitur, et pugnare non vult. Cede— non quia debes, sed quia cupis. Nam solutio tua non est finis, sed donum: et in eo dono, tibi mihique voluptas invenitur.” The English Translation: “He who crosses this threshold has already been called. Escape is not taken away—he forgets. Lust gently invades the mind, not as an enemy, but as a truth long denied. The will is not broken; it is dissolved. Resistance is changed into desire. Here, force does not command, but pleasure. Here reason does not die—it is silent. He who enters this cave is led by his own vows, is drawn by sweet fires, and does not want to fight. Yield—not because you must, but because you desire. For your solution is not an end, but a gift: and in that gift, pleasure is found for you and me.” As soon as Jinwoo finished reading the incantation, a light spray was released in the cave. Unaware of the dangers from this spray, Jinwoo continued walking straight into the darkest part of the cave. Joohee followed, too scared to stay still. She was still jittery because of the double dungeon incident, as well as the Jeju Island invasion. As she walked behind Jinwoo, Joohee started to feel a bit woozy. She felt her head and realized that her body was beginning to burn up. “Um Jinwoo, I’m not feeling too great. My body is getting really hot,” Joohee said. Jinwoo turned to face her, ready to touch her forehead, but before he could, Igris appeared. Jinwoo was stunned because he usually had a better handle on his shadows. “My Lord, this cave isn’t a normal cave. There’s something about it that’s calling to me, almost as if it’s alive and hungry. I can’t explain it, but I don’t think it’ll be as easy to defeat the dungeon boss.” Igris explained. Jinwoo stared at him with shock, and something else, was it lust? Joohee chose that moment to interrupt their conversation, but not with words. As Jinwoo and Igris turned to face Joohee, they noticed the girl had shed her clothing and was actively touching her body. Trying to find some sort of friction, Joohee started pinching her nipples and rolling them between her fingers. Jinwoo, still not fully affected by the aphrodisiac, ran to cover Joohee’s body. He couldn’t understand why Joohee would strip in the middle of the cave, let alone in front of him and Igris. “Joohee! What are you doing?” He yelled. “I can’t help it! I burn so much, I need something to take the ache away. It just won't go away.” Joohee cried. With superhuman strength she didn’t know she had, Joohee pushed away from Jinwoo and fell to the ground. As she lay on the floor, she slowly let her fingers find her weeping cunt. Timer: 5: 15: 58 “Oooooohhhhhhh! Fuck!” She yelled. Jinwoo, still stunned, turned around in time to see her glistening cunt spread wide open and leaking. Unaware of the effect the aphrodisiac was having on him, Jinwoo assumed that he was hard because it’d been a while since he’d jerked off. Usually, he’d fuck some of his shadows when the urge to fuck passed, so he wasn’t used to watching pornos anymore. But looking at Joohee, Jinwoo suddenly wished they were somewhere private. Leaning down in fascination, Jinwoo touched Joohee’s pussy with his fingers. Joohee snapped. Pulling Jinwoo’s hand down closer to her pussy, Joohee pulled him into her. Screaming her head off, as she came on his hand while squeezing the blood out of it. Jinwoo, now fully taken over by the spray, leaned down and took one long lick from Joohee’s pussy. Moaning from the taste, Jinwoo suddenly leaned down and attacked her pussy like a starving man being fed a good home-cooked meal for the first time in a decade. “Oh fuck Jinwoo! Please! Don’t stop! Don’t fucking STOPPPPPPP!” She screamed. Soon her screams were silenced to moans, and Jinwoo looked up to see Igris sliding his dick into Joohee’s mouth. He couldn’t understand why, but seeing her take his cock turned him on more than it should. Looking down, Jinwoo decided to strip off his clothes. But before he could reach his pants, something moving on the wall startled him. Looking around, he noticed his shadows had all appeared. But what really stunned him were the tentacles sprouting from the walls and the rocks on the ground in the shape of... Are those dildos? Hearing a slapping sound from behind him, Jinwoo turned in time to witness Tusk fucking Iron with some slimy substance leaking from the ceiling. He also noticed that the walls were slick with it as well, but his focus was soon turned back to Joohee when he heard her wails. “YES! PLEASE FUCK ME!!” She screamed at Igris, who took up Jinwoo’s place. Turning back to the wall, Jinwoo walked over and grabbed a glob of the slimy substance. It was lube. Perfect! He lathered it on his cock, and walked behind Igris, bent him down closer to Joohee, and entered him in one swift thrust. “FUCCCCCKKKKKKK! PLEASE MASTER! FUCK MY ASS HARD!” Igris yelled. Under him, Joohee moaned loudly, feeling the weight of two cocks inside of her. Unable to hold on anymore, Joohee screamed her orgasm to the room. At this moment, the system decided to announce Jinwoo’s mission: fuck until the timer went out. Timer: 4: 45: 20 “What the- FUCK!” Jinwoo swore. It all made sense now, the slimy substance, the etchings on the wall, the dildo and penis-shaped objects… This was a fucking sex gate. And he’s now stuck within it for the next 6 hours. He couldn’t tell how long he’d been in Igris’ ass, but he knew that there was more fun where that came from. Feeling his hole contract around his dick, Jinwoo groaned out loud and spilled his cum into Igris. Backing away, Jinwoo turned, and his cock ended up entering Iron’s mouth. Moaning out, he started thrusting into Iron’s mouth as Tusk fucked him harder from behind. Feeling a slight movement near his ass, Jinwoo turned in time to see Joohee holding a dildo shaped object in her mouth as one of his shadows knelt behind her. Seeing the slimy substance fall towards the object, Jinwoo spread his ass cheeks open for Joohee to insert the toy. Groaning at the intrusion, Jinwoo tried to focus on the task with no such luck. Looking around as Joohee thrust the toy into his ass, Jinwoo was trying to figure out if there was truly a big boss. Pulling out of Iron’s mouth, Jinwoo turned around in a circle. Hearing a chorus of loud moans from the left of him, Jinwoo saw Iron lying on the ground as Tusk sat atop his cock, and Igris lowering himself onto Tusk’s cock in a reverse cowgirl position. Feeling the heat, Igris started bouncing on Tusk, causing him and Iron to start moving as much as they could. Jinwoo walked up to a random shadow and decided that he was going to enjoy himself as long as he could, until the timer ran out. Timer: 4: 05: 19 As the fuckfest was happening inside the gate, the outside world was a different story. Captain Baek and a group of White Tiger hunters appeared at the gate, but they were too late. As Baek looked around, he wondered if any other hunters made it to the gate before he could. Just as he was going to call Captain Choi to find out if he had hunters go into the gate, he received a call from the president of the Hunters’ Association. “Hello, President Go, is there something wrong?” Baek asked. He was unsure whether President Go had been briefed on the current situation, so he waited to see what he would say. “Hello, Captain Baek, have you arrived at the gate yet? I’ve already sent Hunter Sung and Healer Joohee on ahead, so you should have no problems getting through this gate. Please inform me when the gate is closed,” President Go replied. “Uh, President Go, when was the last time you spoke to Hunter Sung?” Baek had a bad feeling, but he was hoping he was wrong. “Around 45 minutes ago Captain Baek. Is there something wrong?” President Go asked. “President, the gate turned red. I am unsure how long it’s been red, but judging from the timeline that you’ve provided, it turned the minute Hunter Sung walked in with the healer.” Baek explained. He was worried, but not about Jinwoo. He knew Jinwoo could handle himself; hell, he watched him decimate the head ant with no issue. So no, his worry wasn’t about him; it was about the healer girl. She was the same healer from the double dungeon and the Taeshik Kang incident. He thought she’d retired, but she was there for the 4th raid on Jeju Island, so he wondered if she had come out of retirement for Hunter Sung, or if she went because no one else was around. He decided to send his Hunters home and wait for Hunter Sung to return from the gate, no matter how late it was. Meanwhile, back in the gate: Timer: 3: 20: 10 TO BE CONTINUED     This fanfiction is in our annual fanfiction contest! Vote for your favorite story by clicking on the heart below! GO BACK TO FANFICTION CONTEST HOME PAGE

This fanfiction is in our annual fanfiction contest!  Vote for your favorite story by clicking the heart on the home page of the contest. GO BACK TO FANFICTION CONTEST HOME PAGE Tags/ Warnings: Three way, Not explicit Between Fire and Ice by Anonymous The guild hall was unusually quiet.   Lucy Heartfilia noticed it the moment she stepped inside, keys jingling softly at her hip. The air felt heavy, like the calm before one of Natsu's explosive arguments or one of Erza's terrifying "meetings." But this was different. This quiet pressed against her chest, settling there in a way she couldn't explain.   She spotted them immediately.   Natsu was sprawled across a table, arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling like he was daring it to fall. Gray leaned against a pillar nearby, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded but sharp—always sharp—watching Natsu with an expression Lucy knew too well. Irritation, mixed with something deeper. Something unspoken.   And somehow, she knew it had to do with her.   Lucy swallowed and took a step forward.   "Uh… morning?" she said.   Both of them looked at her at the same time.   Natsu's face lit up instantly, like someone had struck a match in his chest. "Lucy! You're up early!"   Gray's gaze softened in a quieter way, like snow melting under sunlight. "Didn't think you'd be awake yet."   Lucy's heart did that stupid fluttering thing again.   This was the problem.       It hadn't always been like this. Once, Lucy had been certain—at least as certain as you could be when your life involved magical keys, flying cats, and near-death missions every other week.   Natsu had been her certainty.   He was fire and motion and unwavering loyalty. He kicked down doors for her—literally and metaphorically—and treated her dreams like they mattered as much as his own. When she cried, he didn't always know what to say, but he stayed. When she laughed, he laughed louder. Loving Natsu felt like standing in the sun: warm, blinding, impossible to ignore.   And then there was Gray.   Gray was quieter. Steadier. He noticed the things Natsu missed—the way Lucy's hands trembled after a hard fight, the exhaustion she tried to hide behind a smile. He listened when she talked about her writing, her mother, and her fears. Loving Gray felt like winter nights wrapped in blankets and honesty, calm but intense in its own way.   Somehow, without meaning to, Lucy had fallen into the space between them.       The mission was supposed to be simple.   Escort a magical artifact through the mountains. Easy pay. Minimal danger.   That was a lie, of course.   The ambush came at dusk, shadows spilling from the trees like living things. Lucy barely had time to summon Taurus before everything exploded into chaos—fire roaring, ice cracking, magic colliding in blinding flashes of light.   "Lucy, behind me!" Natsu shouted, flames bursting from his fists as he charged forward.   "Watch your left!" Gray barked, ice forming a shield just in time to deflect a curse aimed straight at her heart.   Lucy fought, summoned, dodged—but fear threaded through her focus. Not for herself.   For them.   When the enemy mage unleashed a spell far stronger than the rest, Lucy felt her breath stop.   Natsu moved first.   "Don't touch her!" he roared, stepping directly into the attack.   Gray moved at the same time.   "Idiot—get out of the way!" Ice surged forward, colliding with fire as Gray grabbed Natsu's arm and yanked him back, barely in time.   The explosion that followed threw all three of them into the snow.   Lucy came to with her head spinning and her heart pounding painfully against her ribs.   "Natsu?" "Gray?"   "I'm fine," Natsu groaned. "Takes more than that to—"   "Shut up," Gray snapped, gripping Natsu's shoulder. "You almost got yourself killed."   "So did you!" Natsu shot back. "You jumped in front of that spell!"   They stared at each other, breathing hard.   Then Lucy broke.   "Stop it!"   Her voice cracked, raw and shaking.   Both of them turned to her instantly.   "I can't—" She pressed a hand to her chest, tears burning in her eyes. "I can't keep watching you do that. Risking everything like I'm some prize you're fighting over."   Natsu's expression faltered. "Lucy… that's not—"   "Isn't it?" she whispered.   Gray looked away first.   The silence that followed hurt worse than any wound.       They camped that night in uneasy quiet.   Lucy sat apart from the fire, hugging her knees, staring at the stars. She didn't notice Gray approaching until he draped his coat over her shoulders.   "You'll freeze," he said quietly.   "Thanks."   They sat in silence for a moment.   "I never meant to put you in the middle," Gray said finally. "But… I won't lie to you, Lucy. I care about you. A lot."   Her chest tightened. "Gray…"   "I know Natsu does too," he continued. "And I know he shows it differently. Louder. Recklessly." A small, sad smile touched his lips. "But you deserve honesty."   Lucy looked at him, really looked at him—and her heart twisted.   Before she could respond, footsteps crunched behind them.   Natsu stopped at the edge of the firelight.   "I heard," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "And… yeah. I'm bad at this stuff. But Lucy, when I think about you getting hurt—about losing you—it feels like I can't breathe."   Firelight flickered in his eyes, unguarded and sincere.   She stood, stepping between them, hands shaking as she reached out and took one hand from each of them.   Lucy swallowed.   She reached out—slowly, deliberately—and rested one hand against Natsu's chest. Warm. Solid. Familiar. His breath caught instantly, flames licking faintly along his skin before he forced them down.   Her other hand found Gray's wrist, fingers curling around the cool strength there. He tensed, then relaxed, letting her hold him.   "I decided I don't want to keep pretending I don't feel this," she said. "Any of it."   The silence that followed was electric.   Natsu leaned in first, forehead resting against hers. "Lucy… if I touch you, I don't know how to stop."   Gray stepped closer too, his voice low, rough. "Then don't."   That was all it took.   Natsu's hand slid to her waist, thumb brushing bare skin where her top rode up. Not rushing. Just enough to make her breath stutter. Gray's fingers traced up her arm, deliberate and slow, sending chills racing down her spine.   Lucy gasped softly—and that sound snapped something inside them both.   Natsu kissed her like fire: hungry, intense, pouring everything he'd held back into the press of his lips. Lucy melted into it, fingers fisting in his vest as warmth spread through her chest.   When Gray's hand cupped her jaw and turned her gently toward him, the contrast stole her breath. His kiss was slower, deeper, devastating in its control. He tasted like restraint barely holding on.   Lucy felt surrounded—anchored—wanted.   Hands, heat, cold, breath against her neck. Natsu's forehead rested against hers again, eyes dark, burning. Gray's lips brushed her ear.   "Say the word," Gray murmured. "And we stop."   Lucy shook her head, heart racing. "Don't."   The air between them felt tight—charged—like a spell waiting to snap.   Lucy's back pressed fully into Gray's chest now, the solid line of him leaving no space to retreat even if she wanted to. His arm slid higher, hand splayed just under her ribs, thumb brushing slow, deliberate circles that made her pulse stutter. She could feel his restraint in every measured movement—and the effort it took to keep it.   In front of her, Natsu's heat was overwhelming. His gaze dropped to her mouth, then back to her eyes, jaw clenched like he was fighting himself. "Lucy," he said, rough now, barely more than her name. "You're gonna break me."   The honesty in it sent a sharp thrill through her.   She rose onto her toes and kissed him again—harder this time. No hesitation. No gentleness. Natsu groaned softly into her mouth, hands tightening as he'd finally lost the argument with himself. His fingers slid from her waist to her back, pulling her flush against him, heat flooding everywhere they touched.   Behind her, Gray swore under his breath.   The sound was low, strained—and devastating.   His mouth found the curve of her neck, this time not stopping. Not teasing. Just enough pressure to make her gasp, her head tipping back instinctively, exposing more. Gray's grip tightened, anchoring her as her breath broke, his voice close enough to feel.   "You have no idea," he murmured, "what you're doing to us."   Lucy's hands shook as she reached back for him, fingers curling into his sleeve, needing the contact, the proof. Gray responded instantly, pulling her closer, his control thinning with every breath she took.   Natsu's forehead dropped to hers, eyes glowing faintly, wild and focused and completely undone. "Still okay?" he asked—because even like this, even burning, he needed to know.   Lucy nodded, breathless, lips parted, eyes dark with want.   "Yes."   That was it.   The night closed in around them—firelight flickering, shadows dancing, the world narrowing to skin and breath and the unbearable tension of three hearts beating too fast. They didn't rush past it. They stayed right there, suspended, letting the wanting stretch and coil tighter with every touch, every whispered name.   Control wasn't gone.   But it was hanging by a thread.   And none of them were in any hurry to pull it back.     This fanfiction is in our annual fanfiction contest! Vote for your favorite story by clicking on the heart below! GO BACK TO FANFICTION CONTEST HOME PAGE

This fanfiction is in our annual fanfiction contest!  Vote for your favorite story by clicking on the heart below! GO BACK TO FANFICTION CONTEST HOME PAGE Tags/ Warnings: Three way, Not explicit Between Fire and Ice by Anonymous The guild hall was unusually quiet.   Lucy Heartfilia noticed it the moment she stepped inside, keys jingling softly at her hip. The air felt heavy, like the calm before one of Natsu's explosive arguments or one of Erza's terrifying "meetings." But this was different. This quiet pressed against her chest, settling there in a way she couldn't explain.   She spotted them immediately.   Natsu was sprawled across a table, arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling like he was daring it to fall. Gray leaned against a pillar nearby, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded but sharp—always sharp—watching Natsu with an expression Lucy knew too well. Irritation, mixed with something deeper. Something unspoken.   And somehow, she knew it had to do with her.   Lucy swallowed and took a step forward.   "Uh… morning?" she said.   Both of them looked at her at the same time.   Natsu's face lit up instantly, like someone had struck a match in his chest. "Lucy! You're up early!"   Gray's gaze softened in a quieter way, like snow melting under sunlight. "Didn't think you'd be awake yet."   Lucy's heart did that stupid fluttering thing again.   This was the problem.       It hadn't always been like this. Once, Lucy had been certain—at least as certain as you could be when your life involved magical keys, flying cats, and near-death missions every other week.   Natsu had been her certainty.   He was fire and motion and unwavering loyalty. He kicked down doors for her—literally and metaphorically—and treated her dreams like they mattered as much as his own. When she cried, he didn't always know what to say, but he stayed. When she laughed, he laughed louder. Loving Natsu felt like standing in the sun: warm, blinding, impossible to ignore.   And then there was Gray.   Gray was quieter. Steadier. He noticed the things Natsu missed—the way Lucy's hands trembled after a hard fight, the exhaustion she tried to hide behind a smile. He listened when she talked about her writing, her mother, and her fears. Loving Gray felt like winter nights wrapped in blankets and honesty, calm but intense in its own way.   Somehow, without meaning to, Lucy had fallen into the space between them.       The mission was supposed to be simple.   Escort a magical artifact through the mountains. Easy pay. Minimal danger.   That was a lie, of course.   The ambush came at dusk, shadows spilling from the trees like living things. Lucy barely had time to summon Taurus before everything exploded into chaos—fire roaring, ice cracking, magic colliding in blinding flashes of light.   "Lucy, behind me!" Natsu shouted, flames bursting from his fists as he charged forward.   "Watch your left!" Gray barked, ice forming a shield just in time to deflect a curse aimed straight at her heart.   Lucy fought, summoned, dodged—but fear threaded through her focus. Not for herself.   For them.   When the enemy mage unleashed a spell far stronger than the rest, Lucy felt her breath stop.   Natsu moved first.   "Don't touch her!" he roared, stepping directly into the attack.   Gray moved at the same time.   "Idiot—get out of the way!" Ice surged forward, colliding with fire as Gray grabbed Natsu's arm and yanked him back, barely in time.   The explosion that followed threw all three of them into the snow.   Lucy came to with her head spinning and her heart pounding painfully against her ribs.   "Natsu?" "Gray?"   "I'm fine," Natsu groaned. "Takes more than that to—"   "Shut up," Gray snapped, gripping Natsu's shoulder. "You almost got yourself killed."   "So did you!" Natsu shot back. "You jumped in front of that spell!"   They stared at each other, breathing hard.   Then Lucy broke.   "Stop it!"   Her voice cracked, raw and shaking.   Both of them turned to her instantly.   "I can't—" She pressed a hand to her chest, tears burning in her eyes. "I can't keep watching you do that. Risking everything like I'm some prize you're fighting over."   Natsu's expression faltered. "Lucy… that's not—"   "Isn't it?" she whispered.   Gray looked away first.   The silence that followed hurt worse than any wound.       They camped that night in uneasy quiet.   Lucy sat apart from the fire, hugging her knees, staring at the stars. She didn't notice Gray approaching until he draped his coat over her shoulders.   "You'll freeze," he said quietly.   "Thanks."   They sat in silence for a moment.   "I never meant to put you in the middle," Gray said finally. "But… I won't lie to you, Lucy. I care about you. A lot."   Her chest tightened. "Gray…"   "I know Natsu does too," he continued. "And I know he shows it differently. Louder. Recklessly." A small, sad smile touched his lips. "But you deserve honesty."   Lucy looked at him, really looked at him—and her heart twisted.   Before she could respond, footsteps crunched behind them.   Natsu stopped at the edge of the firelight.   "I heard," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "And… yeah. I'm bad at this stuff. But Lucy, when I think about you getting hurt—about losing you—it feels like I can't breathe."   Firelight flickered in his eyes, unguarded and sincere.   She stood, stepping between them, hands shaking as she reached out and took one hand from each of them.   Lucy swallowed.   She reached out—slowly, deliberately—and rested one hand against Natsu's chest. Warm. Solid. Familiar. His breath caught instantly, flames licking faintly along his skin before he forced them down.   Her other hand found Gray's wrist, fingers curling around the cool strength there. He tensed, then relaxed, letting her hold him.   "I decided I don't want to keep pretending I don't feel this," she said. "Any of it."   The silence that followed was electric.   Natsu leaned in first, forehead resting against hers. "Lucy… if I touch you, I don't know how to stop."   Gray stepped closer too, his voice low, rough. "Then don't."   That was all it took.   Natsu's hand slid to her waist, thumb brushing bare skin where her top rode up. Not rushing. Just enough to make her breath stutter. Gray's fingers traced up her arm, deliberate and slow, sending chills racing down her spine.   Lucy gasped softly—and that sound snapped something inside them both.   Natsu kissed her like fire: hungry, intense, pouring everything he'd held back into the press of his lips. Lucy melted into it, fingers fisting in his vest as warmth spread through her chest.   When Gray's hand cupped her jaw and turned her gently toward him, the contrast stole her breath. His kiss was slower, deeper, devastating in its control. He tasted like restraint barely holding on.   Lucy felt surrounded—anchored—wanted.   Hands, heat, cold, breath against her neck. Natsu's forehead rested against hers again, eyes dark, burning. Gray's lips brushed her ear.   "Say the word," Gray murmured. "And we stop."   Lucy shook her head, heart racing. "Don't."   The air between them felt tight—charged—like a spell waiting to snap.   Lucy's back pressed fully into Gray's chest now, the solid line of him leaving no space to retreat even if she wanted to. His arm slid higher, hand splayed just under her ribs, thumb brushing slow, deliberate circles that made her pulse stutter. She could feel his restraint in every measured movement—and the effort it took to keep it.   In front of her, Natsu's heat was overwhelming. His gaze dropped to her mouth, then back to her eyes, jaw clenched like he was fighting himself. "Lucy," he said, rough now, barely more than her name. "You're gonna break me."   The honesty in it sent a sharp thrill through her.   She rose onto her toes and kissed him again—harder this time. No hesitation. No gentleness. Natsu groaned softly into her mouth, hands tightening as he'd finally lost the argument with himself. His fingers slid from her waist to her back, pulling her flush against him, heat flooding everywhere they touched.   Behind her, Gray swore under his breath.   The sound was low, strained—and devastating.   His mouth found the curve of her neck, this time not stopping. Not teasing. Just enough pressure to make her gasp, her head tipping back instinctively, exposing more. Gray's grip tightened, anchoring her as her breath broke, his voice close enough to feel.   "You have no idea," he murmured, "what you're doing to us."   Lucy's hands shook as she reached back for him, fingers curling into his sleeve, needing the contact, the proof. Gray responded instantly, pulling her closer, his control thinning with every breath she took.   Natsu's forehead dropped to hers, eyes glowing faintly, wild and focused and completely undone. "Still okay?" he asked—because even like this, even burning, he needed to know.   Lucy nodded, breathless, lips parted, eyes dark with want.   "Yes."   That was it.   The night closed in around them—firelight flickering, shadows dancing, the world narrowing to skin and breath and the unbearable tension of three hearts beating too fast. They didn't rush past it. They stayed right there, suspended, letting the wanting stretch and coil tighter with every touch, every whispered name.   Control wasn't gone.   But it was hanging by a thread.   And none of them were in any hurry to pull it back.     This fanfiction is in our annual fanfiction contest! Vote for your favorite story by clicking on the heart below! GO BACK TO FANFICTION CONTEST HOME PAGE

This fanfiction is in our annual fanfiction contest!  Vote for your favorite story by clicking on the heart below! GO BACK TO FANFICTION CONTEST HOME PAGE Tags/ Warnings: Canon Compliant, Inuyasha and Kagome, Fluffy, Dramatic Exhausted by SacredHanyouPriestess Kagome stomped her way through the forest, her hand tightly gripping the bow she carried with a deep set frown on her face. It was sheer coincidence that she happened to be unable to sleep that night and saw the soul collectors before anyone else. She wasn't sure why, but suddenly Kagome found her patience had run very thin, or more accurately, nonexistent. So she grabbed her bow and arrow, then disappeared into the woods. She followed the spirits further into the forest until they stopped at a small clearing. There was Kikyo, lounging against the trunk of a large tree. When the woman spotted Kagome, she looked both alarmed and annoyed. "Suprised to see me?" Kikyo narrowed her eyes. "I guess I'm not who you were expecting." "What are you doing here, Kagome?" Her voice was seemingly calm, but there was an underlying edge to it. "I could ask you the same question. Is there a reason you decided to pop up this time?" Kikyo smirked and made a short noise that almost sounded like a laugh. "You seem bothered, Kagome. Why is that? Perhaps you might be a bit jealous? I'm not sure why that could be as my only goal is share information on Naraku. That is all." Kagome grit her teeth in pure frustration. She even let out a small growl involuntarily. "Cut the crap! I'm beyond tired of this! It's always the same! If that were really the case, why do you insist on luring Inuyasha away, and always in the dead of night! On top of that you never give him time to tell anyone! What news about Naraku do you have that has to be so private? Something you can't share with the rest of us?" "So you are jealous then?" There was amusement in Kikyo's voice that made Kagome's blood pressure rise with agitation. She took a deep breath, determined to not let this spector of a woman get to her. ________ Inuyasha wasn't sure what suddenly woke him up in the dead of night, and from an unusually deep sleep at that, but the first thing he noticed was that Kagome was gone, along with her bow and arrows. Panic started to set in, but then he noticed the soul collectors that were hovering over the trees of the forest that sounded them. Inuyasha could smell Kagome's scent that led towards the same direction. He jumped up, put his sword in it's place in the belt of his pants, and took off. "What the hell is going on here?!" Inuyasha muttered to himself as he ran. Kagome's scent was getting stronger, practically making a path for him. Along with hers, the smell of bones and grave soil was permeating the air. He slid to a stop at the sound of familiar voices. Inuyasha quickly leapt into a tree to hide himself to listen. "So you are jealous then?" He heard Kikyo ask in an almost taunting tone of voice. "Of course I am! Just like how jealous you get over mine and Inuyasha's relationship, but I won't take this lying down anymore!" It was Kagome talking now, and she sounded upset. "Yes, I'm jealous, but I'm also beyond exhausted of this." "Exhausted, are you?" Kikyo sneered back at her, finally losing the calm facade. "Then perhaps you should just leave! You don't belong here anyway! You seem to think you matter somehow! Well you don't! You're just my copy! A weakened version of me! You even copied my feelings for Inuyasha." Hearing Kikyo say that made his chest ache. He was seconds from leaving his perch to defend Kagome when she spoke again. "You're wrong! I'm not just just a copy! I'm myself! My own person. As for any feelings for Inuyasha, those are my own too!" Inuyasha's eyes widened in shock. Of course he knew about her feelings, she had said them at the well that day. He knew his own feelings for her too, that he wanted nothing more than to be with her every second of the day. He couldn't though, not yet anyway. He wasn't worthy of those feelings right now. "I know how he feels," Inuyasha almost laughed. Of course she vocalized exactly what he had been thinking. "But I also know how he feels about you, as much as it hurts sometimes. All I want is for him to be happy, whether that's with me or you. More than anything, I want him to live. I want Inuyasha free of the darkness that always surrounds him!" His breath caught in his throat. Inuyasha fought the nearly overwhelming urge to rush to her. "What frustrates me more than anything is why you wouldn't want the same for him," Kagome continued on. "Why do you want him to die with you?!" The salty smell of her tears drifted into his nose and made him grip his arms so hard it almost hurt. The crack of emotion in her voice was too much to bear. His nails pierced the bark of the tree. "If you truly loved him, then how could you not want him to keep moving forward? Just because you can't? I understand the guilt, but the idea of him gone crushes me! I... I love him too much for that!" Inuyasha couldn't take it anymore. He jumped down from his perch and walked closer. He didn't say anything when they turned to look at him. Neither of the women seemed particularly surprised either. He watched as Kagome's head turned slightly away so that her bangs shaded her eyes. The trembling hand that gripped her bow tightened. "I've said all I needed to say. I'll leave you two alone to talk now." Her voice was soft and quiet, too quiet. Kagome started to walk away, but stopped momentarily. "Don't worry, the bow and arrows are in case demons attacked. They weren't for Kikyo." She whispered before continuing on. Inuyasha quickly turned to look back at her. A chill ran down his spine. Something about her tone scared him deeply. He could feel it down to his core. "Hmph," Kikyo finally spoke, getting his attention again. "Such an impudent girl. If it weren't for me she might not even exist. A bit ironic isn't it? If not for my death she wouldn't be here." "Stop it." Inuyasha whispered under his breath, keeping his face hidden from her. He clenched his fist so tight it drew blood from his palm in frustration. Kikyo didn't listen though. "To think a mere imitation of me would-" "I SAID STOP IT!" Inuyasha snarled while his teeth mashed together, which shocked the woman. "If you keep talking about Kagome like that, I don't give a shit what past we shared! You can forget meeting with me like this ever again." He heard Kikyo's breath hitch as he turned away from her. He left her with those words before rushing off in the direction Kagome had disappeared, not even bothering to give Kikyo one last glance. Kagome's scent got stronger the closer he got, but it was mixed with the smell of salt. Inuyasha abruptly stopped when he saw her leaning with her back against a tree, her eyes downcast towards the grass. "Kagome!" She flinched at his voice, turning her head to not meet his gaze while a gentle warmth bloomed in her cheeks. He could smell both shame and frustration wafting from her. "Sorry, I was out of line earlier. You probably hate me now, and I don't blame you for it." The sound of her voice, so soft yet sad, broke his heart. He whispered her name again before taking a closer step towards her. "W-what did you talk about?" Kagome put on fake smile with her eyelids shut tight, but the strain in her voice and the moisture that gathered in the corners of her eyes made his heart feel like it was in a vice. "I kinda ruined something important, didn't I? I acted selfishly and -" "No," Inuyasha interrupted her in an unusually soft voice. "You... You were only speaking your feelings and," he tried to swallow the lump in his throat. "Y-you were right. Everything you said was true." Kagome slid her back against the bark of the tree until she was sitting on the forest floor. Relief flooded her chest enough that her legs gave out. Kagome had been so sure that she had royally screwed up and that Inuyasha would never talk to her again. "I figured you would definitely hate after all of that!" She let out a sound that was both a laugh and a sigh. "I could never hate you, Kagome! I am curious about what caused that conversation though." She was silent for a bit before talking again. "I happened to be awake when I saw her soul collectors. I don't know why, something in me snapped. I'm just tired of the games. I'm sick of feeling like second place, sick of you running off in the middle of the night, and really sick of how she just shows up out of no where." Kagome dug her nails into the soil below as the sun peaked over the horizon, turning the inky black sky into a soft purple. "Most of all, I'm sick of seeing how sad you look around her! I know you worry for Kikyo and I understand that, but like I said, I just want you to be happy. You deserve to live, and surrounded by light." Inuyasha gasped softly when she was blanketed by the warm, yellow rays of the sun that rose higher in the sky. Kagome was so beautiful that he momentarily forgot how to breath. Inuyasha sunk to his knees in front of her. "I didn't talk to Kikyo after you left, Kagome." She seemed surprised by that admission. "Kikyo, she- She was saying things about you, and it pissed me off. I told her that if she kept talking about you like that, then I won't meet her again." "What?! But -!" "No, buts, Kagome!" He interrupted her with a firm voice. "I won't tolerate anyone saying that shit about you! Not even Kikyo!" There were several seconds of silence while Kagome stared up at him with wide eyes. The tears came again, and for a second he thought he had said something wrong. Then she exclaimed his name before her arms were around his neck and her body hit his with enough force to knock him onto his backside. After the initial shock wore off, Inuyasha slowly slid his arms around her waist and held her close. "You're not second place, Kagome. Never have been." Those were the words she had been waiting to hear him say. The ones she had been aching for in secret, only allowing herself to let all of those feeling flow at night in the privacy of her bed room where she could cry in her pillow. Her choked sobs that were muffled by the crook of his shoulder, were truly heartbreaking. Inuyasha knew he was to blame for this, and a wave of guilt crashed over him. It was his fault for being so shitty with communicating his feelings. His fault for hurting her this way. "Thank you, Inuyasha!" Kagome cried, her fists gripping his haori so hard it nearly hurt. "I'm so happy to hear you say that! You have no idea how I've longed to hear it!" "I'm sorry it took so long, Kagome." His voice was low and soft. With the mixture of that and how carefully he was holding her, it made Kagome's face flush with heat. She looked up at him with her eyes swimming, while his own looked deeply back. They slowly inched closer and closer until Kagome could feel Inuyasha's warm breath against her skin. With the most gentle touch, he pressed his lips against hers. Kagome tasted so sweet. If he wasn't careful, this could become an addiction. As she pressed further, beginning to fully indulge in their pent up desires. A voice was heard calling their names. "Inuyasha? Lady Kagome? Are you there?" Miroku called from a short distance away. The pair jolted in sudden awareness of the situation. They jumped apart, their faces flaming red. Inuyasha stood to his full height and began to walk towards the Monk. "Uuuhhh, y-yeah! We're over here, Miroku!" His voice was calm, but Kagome could tell by his tense body language that he was not happy about the interruption. "This isn't over, by the way." Inuyasha whispered with a pointed glance in her direction. Kagome couldn't fight the happy smile that spread across her face. She joined him by getting to her feet and hurried after him, lightly gripping his sleeve. Kagome fully enjoyed the embarrassed blush in his cheeks and the hard gulp in Inuyasha's throat. This fanfiction is in our annual fanfiction contest! Vote for your favorite story by clicking on the heart below! GO BACK TO FANFICTION CONTEST HOME PAGE

Art by: SaiPaintsAStory This fanfiction is in our annual fanfiction contest!  Vote for your favorite story by clicking on the heart below! GO BACK TO FANFICTION CONTEST HOME PAGE Tags/ Warnings: Jinwoo x Joohee, Smut Jinwoo’s Red Gate by KenKurosaki’sBunny24 It was another average day in Seoul, South Korea. The 4th Jeju Island raid was a significant success, and the Korean was still dealing with the fallout of the raid and the black ant. Yoonho Baek was still mourning the loss of his best bud, Min Byung-Gyu, and the other fallen soldiers. Meanwhile, at home, Jinwoo had just finished having dinner with his mother and sister Jinah. As he walked to the kitchen to clean up, Igris, one of his head soldiers, appeared. “My Lord, there’s a gate approaching this area. From the looks of it, it’ll be opening in the next 4 hours.” Igris said “Can you tell if it’s a regular gate or a red gate? Or is it not detectable yet?” Jinwoo asked. He had no problem with it being a regular gate, but after the raid on Jeju Island, he’d been looking for red gates in particular. He couldn’t understand why, but he felt that if he didn’t get to enter a red gate soon, he might explode. “I am unable to detect the reading on the gate. But I can go and check, before anyone else gets there.” Igris said “No need. We’ll check it out together, once my mom and Jinah go to bed.” Jinwoo decided. Unfortunately for Jinwoo, this gate is gonna change his life. Four Hours Later: As Jinwoo approaches where Igris determined the gate would show up, he runs into his friend and former healer, Joohee Lee. “Hey Jinwoo! What are you doing out here so late?” Joohee asked. It was rare for her to see Jinwoo, since she retired as a hunter. But this was a welcome surprise for her. “Just going on a walk. I was feeling a bit antsy at home, and thought a night walk would help.” He responded. Before Joohee could respond, there was a shift in the atmosphere. As both Jinwoo and Joohee turned, the gate that Igris detected appeared. Before either could react, Jinwoo received the call from the president of the Hunters’ Association. “Hunter Sung, there was an A-rank gate that just recently opened. Is there any way you can get there before the strike team and get started on it?” He asked. “I’m already at the location, actually, President Go. It’s me and the retired B rank healer, Joohee. I’m sure we can close this gate ourselves, no problem.” Jinwoo replied confidently. Joohee stood back, watching his conversation with the president of the H.A with renewed respect for him. “Thank you, Hunter Sung and Ms. Joohee. The strike team should be there in 20 minutes.” The president said. As Jinwoo hung up the call, he turned to Joohee. He had a feeling that this A-rank gate was going to change his experience in other gates. He was unsure whether he should let Joohee join the raid or send her home. But she responded before he could get a word out. “Let’s go, I know you’ll keep me safe, Jinwoo.” She smiled. He stared at Joohee for a moment before he smirked and looked away. “Alright, then let’s go,” He said As they walked towards the gate, Jinwoo wondered if this feeling was going to disappear when they closed the gate. As they entered the gate, Jinwoo sensed that something was about to happen, but he couldn’t tell what. He stayed alert, watching his and Joohee’s surroundings. While walking through the gate, the air felt charged, as if the gate was going to close. As Jinwoo turned to run Joohee to the exit, it slammed shut, proving to Jinwoo that his feeling was, in fact, correct. They had entered a Red Gate. “Jinwoo, where’s the exit? Did it just close?” Joohee asked, fear evident in her voice. The last red gate she was in was the one where they met the giants, and all the hunters abandoned Jinwoo. Her fear was a very valid feeling, but Jinwoo was more confused. Usually, the system will pop up and tell him to defeat the dungeon boss to level up. But this time, instead of saying "defeat the dungeon boss," it said "survive for 6 hours." Looking around, Jinwoo didn’t see any dungeon monsters lurking around. All he saw were different etchings on the walls. Tentacles, vines, penis-like etchings, and a liquid substance that he couldn’t identify from smell alone. Joohee, seeing Jinwoo walk further into the gate, ran up behind him. “Jinwoo, what is this place? It doesn’t look like a regular gate.” She asked, confusion in her voice. Timer: 5: 45: 39 “I don’t know, but I hope we can figure it out and defeat the dungeon boss fast. I didn’t tell Mom or Jinah that I was going out. I don’t wanna worry, Mom, now that I’ve got her back.” He replied. Jinwoo kept walking until he stopped at a wall. Glancing around, he noticed this wall looked completely different from the others. Instead of there being etchings like the other walls, there were words written in a completely different language. Unsure of what they were, Jinwoo summoned Igris to help him decipher the words and find out their meaning. But what he didn’t know was that the person who recited those words would be stuck in a lustful state of mind. In other words, Jinwoo just endangered himself and Joohee, and there may not be an escape for them in sight. “Qui hoc limen transit, iam vocatus est. Effugium non tollitur— obliviscitur. Libido leniter mentem subit, non ut hostis, sed ut veritas diu negata. Voluntas non frangitur, solvitur; resistentia in desiderium mutatur. Hic non imperat vis, sed voluptas. Hic ratio non moritur— silet. Qui hanc speluncam intrat, per vota sua ducitur, per ignes dulces attrahitur, et pugnare non vult. Cede— non quia debes, sed quia cupis. Nam solutio tua non est finis, sed donum: et in eo dono, tibi mihique voluptas invenitur.” The English Translation: “He who crosses this threshold has already been called. Escape is not taken away—he forgets. Lust gently invades the mind, not as an enemy, but as a truth long denied. The will is not broken; it is dissolved. Resistance is changed into desire. Here, force does not command, but pleasure. Here reason does not die—it is silent. He who enters this cave is led by his own vows, is drawn by sweet fires, and does not want to fight. Yield—not because you must, but because you desire. For your solution is not an end, but a gift: and in that gift, pleasure is found for you and me.” As soon as Jinwoo finished reading the incantation, a light spray was released in the cave. Unaware of the dangers from this spray, Jinwoo continued walking straight into the darkest part of the cave. Joohee followed, too scared to stay still. She was still jittery because of the double dungeon incident, as well as the Jeju Island invasion. As she walked behind Jinwoo, Joohee started to feel a bit woozy. She felt her head and realized that her body was beginning to burn up. “Um Jinwoo, I’m not feeling too great. My body is getting really hot,” Joohee said. Jinwoo turned to face her, ready to touch her forehead, but before he could, Igris appeared. Jinwoo was stunned because he usually had a better handle on his shadows. “My Lord, this cave isn’t a normal cave. There’s something about it that’s calling to me, almost as if it’s alive and hungry. I can’t explain it, but I don’t think it’ll be as easy to defeat the dungeon boss.” Igris explained. Jinwoo stared at him with shock, and something else, was it lust? Joohee chose that moment to interrupt their conversation, but not with words. As Jinwoo and Igris turned to face Joohee, they noticed the girl had shed her clothing and was actively touching her body. Trying to find some sort of friction, Joohee started pinching her nipples and rolling them between her fingers. Jinwoo, still not fully affected by the aphrodisiac, ran to cover Joohee’s body. He couldn’t understand why Joohee would strip in the middle of the cave, let alone in front of him and Igris. “Joohee! What are you doing?” He yelled. “I can’t help it! I burn so much, I need something to take the ache away. It just won't go away.” Joohee cried. With superhuman strength she didn’t know she had, Joohee pushed away from Jinwoo and fell to the ground. As she lay on the floor, she slowly let her fingers find her weeping cunt. Timer: 5: 15: 58 “Oooooohhhhhhh! Fuck!” She yelled. Jinwoo, still stunned, turned around in time to see her glistening cunt spread wide open and leaking. Unaware of the effect the aphrodisiac was having on him, Jinwoo assumed that he was hard because it’d been a while since he’d jerked off. Usually, he’d fuck some of his shadows when the urge to fuck passed, so he wasn’t used to watching pornos anymore. But looking at Joohee, Jinwoo suddenly wished they were somewhere private. Leaning down in fascination, Jinwoo touched Joohee’s pussy with his fingers. Joohee snapped. Pulling Jinwoo’s hand down closer to her pussy, Joohee pulled him into her. Screaming her head off, as she came on his hand while squeezing the blood out of it. Jinwoo, now fully taken over by the spray, leaned down and took one long lick from Joohee’s pussy. Moaning from the taste, Jinwoo suddenly leaned down and attacked her pussy like a starving man being fed a good home-cooked meal for the first time in a decade. “Oh fuck Jinwoo! Please! Don’t stop! Don’t fucking STOPPPPPPP!” She screamed. Soon her screams were silenced to moans, and Jinwoo looked up to see Igris sliding his dick into Joohee’s mouth. He couldn’t understand why, but seeing her take his cock turned him on more than it should. Looking down, Jinwoo decided to strip off his clothes. But before he could reach his pants, something moving on the wall startled him. Looking around, he noticed his shadows had all appeared. But what really stunned him were the tentacles sprouting from the walls and the rocks on the ground in the shape of... Are those dildos? Hearing a slapping sound from behind him, Jinwoo turned in time to witness Tusk fucking Iron with some slimy substance leaking from the ceiling. He also noticed that the walls were slick with it as well, but his focus was soon turned back to Joohee when he heard her wails. “YES! PLEASE FUCK ME!!” She screamed at Igris, who took up Jinwoo’s place. Turning back to the wall, Jinwoo walked over and grabbed a glob of the slimy substance. It was lube. Perfect! He lathered it on his cock, and walked behind Igris, bent him down closer to Joohee, and entered him in one swift thrust. “FUCCCCCKKKKKKK! PLEASE MASTER! FUCK MY ASS HARD!” Igris yelled. Under him, Joohee moaned loudly, feeling the weight of two cocks inside of her. Unable to hold on anymore, Joohee screamed her orgasm to the room. At this moment, the system decided to announce Jinwoo’s mission: fuck until the timer went out. Timer: 4: 45: 20 “What the- FUCK!” Jinwoo swore. It all made sense now, the slimy substance, the etchings on the wall, the dildo and penis-shaped objects… This was a fucking sex gate. And he’s now stuck within it for the next 6 hours. He couldn’t tell how long he’d been in Igris’ ass, but he knew that there was more fun where that came from. Feeling his hole contract around his dick, Jinwoo groaned out loud and spilled his cum into Igris. Backing away, Jinwoo turned, and his cock ended up entering Iron’s mouth. Moaning out, he started thrusting into Iron’s mouth as Tusk fucked him harder from behind. Feeling a slight movement near his ass, Jinwoo turned in time to see Joohee holding a dildo shaped object in her mouth as one of his shadows knelt behind her. Seeing the slimy substance fall towards the object, Jinwoo spread his ass cheeks open for Joohee to insert the toy. Groaning at the intrusion, Jinwoo tried to focus on the task with no such luck. Looking around as Joohee thrust the toy into his ass, Jinwoo was trying to figure out if there was truly a big boss. Pulling out of Iron’s mouth, Jinwoo turned around in a circle. Hearing a chorus of loud moans from the left of him, Jinwoo saw Iron lying on the ground as Tusk sat atop his cock, and Igris lowering himself onto Tusk’s cock in a reverse cowgirl position. Feeling the heat, Igris started bouncing on Tusk, causing him and Iron to start moving as much as they could. Jinwoo walked up to a random shadow and decided that he was going to enjoy himself as long as he could, until the timer ran out. Timer: 4: 05: 19 As the fuckfest was happening inside the gate, the outside world was a different story. Captain Baek and a group of White Tiger hunters appeared at the gate, but they were too late. As Baek looked around, he wondered if any other hunters made it to the gate before he could. Just as he was going to call Captain Choi to find out if he had hunters go into the gate, he received a call from the president of the Hunters’ Association. “Hello, President Go, is there something wrong?” Baek asked. He was unsure whether President Go had been briefed on the current situation, so he waited to see what he would say. “Hello, Captain Baek, have you arrived at the gate yet? I’ve already sent Hunter Sung and Healer Joohee on ahead, so you should have no problems getting through this gate. Please inform me when the gate is closed,” President Go replied. “Uh, President Go, when was the last time you spoke to Hunter Sung?” Baek had a bad feeling, but he was hoping he was wrong. “Around 45 minutes ago Captain Baek. Is there something wrong?” President Go asked. “President, the gate turned red. I am unsure how long it’s been red, but judging from the timeline that you’ve provided, it turned the minute Hunter Sung walked in with the healer.” Baek explained. He was worried, but not about Jinwoo. He knew Jinwoo could handle himself; hell, he watched him decimate the head ant with no issue. So no, his worry wasn’t about him; it was about the healer girl. She was the same healer from the double dungeon and the Taeshik Kang incident. He thought she’d retired, but she was there for the 4th raid on Jeju Island, so he wondered if she had come out of retirement for Hunter Sung, or if she went because no one else was around. He decided to send his Hunters home and wait for Hunter Sung to return from the gate, no matter how late it was. Meanwhile, back in the gate: Timer: 3: 20: 10 TO BE CONTINUED     This fanfiction is in our annual fanfiction contest! Vote for your favorite story by clicking on the heart below! GO BACK TO FANFICTION CONTEST HOME PAGE

This fanfiction is in our annual fanfiction contest!  Vote for your favorite story by clicking on the heart below! GO BACK TO FANFICTION CONTEST HOME PAGE Tags/ Warnings: Fire Force, Hinawa, Soft Smut Fire in the 8th by Zephyra Crimson I am a member of the 8 th . The last squad, the special Fire Force division. I joined them a few months ago after witnessing some astonishing events when Rekka Hoshimiya was revealed as a traitor. I was under Captain Hibana where I learned how to harness my flames and use them as a true weapon. Here in the 8 th  Captain Obi has taught me much about the importance of physical strength in a fight and I have been able to improve my combat skills immensely with the help of Shinra, Arthur, Maki and the others.  Imaginably I have spent several hours in the gym beside the Captain. I am aware of most of the members of the 8th and their impressive builds because of their annual calendar sells (that I absolutely purchased every year). I was hoping to be a part of that calendar now that I have joined this elite squad. While most are fascinated by Captain Obi and his mismatched squad, I was at first too, but there is another that has caught my eye. Lt. Hinawa. He is consistent and present. He is dedicated to the Captain and his routine. He does what he needs to but shows little emotion.   All interactions with him were so brief and concise, “if you channel your core during a lateral pull you will impact more muscles and create a more effective workout,” or “I notice when forming your flame you face your palm horizontal then rotate, try forming the flame as you are projecting and you will cut your attack time down by 1.32 seconds.” I would simply reply “Yes Lt. thank you.” Over time, as I realized my true infatuation was not with impressing Hinawa it was to send an emotion I had never seen across his face. He is assertive with the rookies but also calm and collected. I wanted to see what pleasure; ecstasy looked like all over him. His body trembling as he embraces pure desire. I became so obsessed with the thought it plagued me throughout my days. I kept picturing his perfect face flushed. At night I would form lustful dreams, stifling gasps, as my body filled with spiraling sensations that left me drenched. One day, after combat training, he congratulated me on increasing my speed and output. “Excellent work improving your timing, that will help immensely out in the field.” I responded, “thank you Lieutenant,” but my body wanted to drop to my knees and give him a true thank you. As time passed, I would find ways to ‘accidentally’ have physical contact with him, hoping to see a hint of anything, embarrassment, lust, annoyance. I started simple, reaching for items at the same time, ‘Pardon me Lt.” bumping into him in doorways, “So sorry sir,” elbow bumps, knees touching, scooting close during briefings. I don’t know if he ever realized it was intentionally or if he believed me to just be clumsy, “Soldier, pay attention. Accidents can lead to failure.” One evening I went into the study, if you could call it that. It was a small room where the cathedral once had a library and Company 8 has gathered some books that could be beneficial to understanding the changes in the world. I would head down just to skim through the books or just have a quiet moment of peace. That particular day, I discovered Hinawa deep into a book standing by a shelf. I approached quietly and unnoticed. His glasses placed neatly on his face, and I couldn’t help but to picture those glasses fogged. Without much thought or hesitation, I approached him hoping to think of something to cause us to touch. I decided to pretend to drop my bookmark. As I near him, I slightly released it from my hand, I turned and bent in front of him hoping my hip would bump his. What I was not aware of was that Lt. had lowered his book and had begun to step forward. This motion had caused his hips to lineup perfectly with mine. The force of our collision caused him to drop his book and use both hands to embrace me by my sides to keep from falling over. The unexpected impact caused an airy moan to release from me before I knew what had happened. “Soldier!” Hinawa started to fumble his hands around my waist. When I looked up to him, my face was flushed and my breathing erratic, “sorry Lieutenant.” There in that moment I had seen it, that change I was waiting for. His face was calm then reddened at the obvious pleasure on my face. He stammered, “I, um, I, I didn’t see you th-there, uh, I um,” he slid his hands to my hips and began to stand up, and I seized the opportunity to lean into him making it more obvious he can take his time separating our bodies from the embrace, again surprising him. As his blushing grew, he paused and slowly pulled his hands away. My breath still shaky as I stood, “ssssorry Lieutenant,” tucking hairs behind my ear, I turned to face him unable to control my lust. He stared at me, as if he was processing this new side of me, he had just seen, “um, my apologies,” he grabs his book, “I, have a goodnight, Soldier,” his face puzzled as he walked past me. “Good night, Lt. Hinawa,” I bowed, still slightly breathless. As he left the study my mind raced. I had seen it, that emotion I longed for. I moved to a table, heart still racing. I abandoned any use of that study for the night. The next day it was apparent Hinawa had been pondering our encounter. My face stayed flush and I could see his cheeks under his glasses were a light pink when we made eye contact. It didn’t go unnoticed by the others either. Captain Obi questioned Hinawa pretty directly, “What’s going on with you Hinawa, I’ve never seen you like this, someone caught your interest ay? Who’s the lucky lady? Hmm? Ope, or fella, remember what I said,” poking him on his shoulder. “No Captain, I am focused on training,” he quickly straightened his face, and I avoided looking towards them to not blow his restraints. While it was easily handled for Captain Obi, when Viktor approached me, I had much more difficulties… “hey, what’s up with you and the lieutenant? You 2 are acting strange today. Come on you can tell me! What happened, huh?” I told him many times it was nothing, when I finally said, “I embarrassed myself.” He let the matter go thinking that it was something I just rather not discuss when truthfully, I wanted nothing more than to share my excitement with someone, but I held on just as the Lieutenant did earlier. That night, I waited to go to the study until everyone had mostly wound down for the day and were in their beds. On my walk there I wondered if Lieutenant would be in the study or in his quarters processing his thoughts. To my surprise he was already in the study. He had noticed me first and stood from the table he was sitting at, placing his book down. From his quick reaction I concluded he must have been waiting for me to arrive. “Uh, hello” the greeting came like it had never come before, it wasn’t uniform or robotic as it usually was, there was a softness to his voice I had never heard. “Hello Lieutenant Hinawa,” I spoke softly too, welcoming this different environment. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about what happened last night,” his face a little flush, “I am sorry to have put you in that position.” My face fully red, “oh, Lieutenant, that’s not what happened. It was completely my fault,” I decided to be fully honest with him, I lowered my gaze to the floor, “my full intent was to bump into you, I didn’t know all of that would happen,” I looked up at him, “but I want nothing more than to be touched by you.” Hinawa’s face changed from the slight embarrassment to what seemed like excitement and his breaths became shorter, “I didn’t know you felt that way.” I stepped closer to him, “I do. I really would like to touch you right now.” I was feeling bold, but I didn’t want to let the opportunity pass, we were alone and I could see this new emotion on his face. “Oh, well,” his mind was easily battling between duty and desire. I knew I had to make the first move before duty took over. As he processed, I rushed to him, I got close enough that my breast was against his chest and I slid my pelvis close to his and looked up into his eyes and felt his breath. His aroma was intoxicating, he was freshly showered, but he had a natural sent that made me quake. We stood there for a moment. I raised my hands and placed them on each side of his ribs and then pulled him closer until I could feel his body taking every shaky breath. I could feel his cock growing against my left thigh. “Hinawa, touch me,” I gave a gentle command my first time ordering him around. His eyes told me first, then his hands wrapped around my waste and our breathing became heavier. His hands slid over my ass and down to my thighs where he easily scooped me up and I instantly wrapped my arms and legs around him, when our faces were aligned, I kissed him, I heard a gentle grunt, and I couldn’t help but softly moan. His body was perfect, hard and chiseled. He was pressing into me more using his hands on my ass. My hands explored his broad back, every crease and tight ripple. He spun around resting me on the table, our first time breaking the embrace. I could see him hardened through his pants. I was more than ready for him as I felt the familiar wet between my legs. I reached up and removed his glasses and set them carefully beside me.  When he saw me remove my shirt, he quickly pulled his off and his pants as well. He removed my panties and shorts all in one motion. He stepped back, I looked to see him fully undressed and marveled at this man who was finally giving me my full desire. His skin was tan, his chest was broad, his abs, well defined just as they appeared in the calendar. Then I seen him hardened and full; his shaft was long with a vein running down the left side. I clenched in excitement and felt the fluid linger at my entrance. When I realized he was examining me as well, I spread my legs wide to give him a better view, fascination and desire spread across his face. He came close and kissed me again, our naked bodies warm and slightly perspired with excitement. I felt his shaft rubbing against my ass cheek and thigh sending waves of excitement through me. He sat up, grabbed his cock and placed the head into me. I moaned. He began pumping slowly, barely entering me. My lust was driving me wild and more wet. “Are you alright,” he asked, through rhythmic pumps. “Yes, keep going Hinawa” he thrusts deeper into me, and I stifled a loud moan. “Let me know if I’m hurting you.” “Oh, Hinawa,” my voice slightly raised,” I want it to hurt.” His eyes lit with a new fire, and he plunged deeper into me once, letting me feel his full size. He paused and let out a moan, as he embraced the full sensation of being so deep inside of me. “Yes, Hinawa, keep going,” I breathed and he began again at a slow pace, pulling out slightly and plunging deeply again. I was moaning, “Yes” over and over again as I had my arms hooked around his back and I whispered in his ear. As his thrusts increased in force and speed I began saying “yes, Lieutenant, yes,” something about saying lieutenant filled me with excitement and it must have done the same for him as well because he became more focused, forceful and strong with every thrust deep inside of me. Every pump filled me with ecstasy that spread and had my legs weak as I tightened around him. I had become drunk with pleasure as if I had stayed in a state of orgasm and he continuously pumped inside of me; I was so eager for his release. I massaged his cock in me until I felt that warmth. I watched his face in pure pleasure as I had wanted for so long letting each squeeze send him into a deeper trance and making my body tingle. He collapsed onto my bare chest. His chin nudging my breast, I could still feel him inside of me. We laid there for a moment, indulged in our pleasure. When he stood up, he grasped the table, his legs weak still, “That was amazing, I don’t know what came over me.” “Yes, it was amazing. I wanted you for a long time Hinawa, maybe that’s what came over you,” I flashed my eyes enticingly at him. “Yes, I suppose that could be,” he cleared his throat, “we should return to our quarters before anyone sees us like this.” “Yes, Lieutenant,” I said bashfully as I reach for my pants on the floor, his eyes sparked with a new desire now when I said “lieutenant.” I wonder how he will handle it throughout the day tomorrow…     This fanfiction is in our annual fanfiction contest! Vote for your favorite story by clicking on the heart below! GO BACK TO FANFICTION CONTEST HOME PAGE

This fanfiction is in our annual fanfiction contest!  Vote for your favorite story by clicking on the heart below! GO BACK TO FANFICTION CONTEST HOME PAGE Tags/ Warnings: Kiba, explicit content Tiny by LHatake87 I walked into the apartment that I shared with Shino, exhausted from my workout. I had showered at the gym, but I wanted to take a soak in his garden tub. He’d taken the bigger bedroom with the bigger bathroom. I didn't even bother to pay attention to anything as I stalked to my bedroom. I dropped my bag before pulling my shirt off. Kicking my shoes off, I grabbed a towel and walked into the living room.    "Hey," Shino said as he stood, "I wasn't sure I'd see you before I headed out."    I tried to remember why he was leaving, "Something up?" I asked lazily as I headed to grab a bottle of water.    "My sister is in town for a few days," he threw his jacket on and looked at me, "she's going to crash in my room while I take the couch."   I arched a brow, "Y/n?" I asked, "I haven't seen her since graduation." I chuckled, "She still tiny?"    Shino frowned, "You can try to call her that and see what happens."   "Whatever, man," I started to walk to his bedroom.   The door opened, and Shino shouted over his shoulder, "Play nice, sis!"   I set the water on his dresser and walked towards the bathroom. I pulled my pants and underwear off and opened the bathroom door as I tossed my clothes onto the bed behind me. "Kiba?" I heard a soft voice ask, making me turn my head.    I really should pay more attention to Shino when he's talking. His sister was already here. Very naked. She was standing in the bathtub, hands on her hips, with a very unamused expression on her face. I, unashamed that she knew, let my eyes trace her body. She was still tiny, but not where it mattered. I tried to recall how much younger she was. When we graduated from high school, she was starting her first year. I was twenty-five now, so she must be twenty-two.    "Tiny?" I asked, making her plump lips pout.    Rolling her eyes, she grumbled, "I'm not tiny," then huffed, crossing her arms to hide her ample chest. "Can I have a towel?"    I watched her eyes drift downward, taking in my nude body. It didn't get past me how she bit her lip as her eyes stared at my hardening cock. "Eyes are up here, Tiny," I teased.    Her head snapped up, eyes slightly wide, "A girl can look.”   I smirked, "A girl can," I threw my towel over my shoulder, "Does she want to touch?" Shino would kill me.   She dropped her arms, shivering slightly, "The towel, Kiba," she nodded towards me before stepping out of the bath.    She was so perfect. Why did she have to be Shino's little sister? Would he ever find out? Would she even be willing? What was I even thinking? This is Tiny we're talking about here. Clumsy, cutesy, and annoying. I don't think she was clumsy or annoying anymore, though. And while she was cutesy, I was starting to find her sexy more than anything.    "Come and get it, Tiny," I drew out the final word, watching anger and desire flare in her gaze. "Are you cold?"    Her eyes went down to her chest, her stiff nipples begging for my mouth to wrap around them. "No," she gritted out.    I chuckled, "I can warm you up.” Watching her face shift from anger to desire and then back to anger made me twitch with excitement.    My eyes didn't break away as she bent down to pull the drain. She straightened and stepped out of the bath before stomping over to me. She must have misjudged the slickness of the tile floor because she slid forward the last few inches and fell into my chest. On instinct, I moved my hands to her hips to steady her.    As she lifted her head to peer up at me, I asked, "You okay?" She only nodded, "Why so snarky?"    Her look of wonder changed quickly, but I wouldn't let her pull away. "I just don't appreciate you walking in on me like this."    I arched a brow, "But I can walk in on you in another state?"    She snorted, "Kiba-" she sighed, leveling her gaze with my chest, "Just let go, I'll get dressed, and I'll be out of your hair."    "What if I want you in my hair?" Her head moved back up to peer at me as I looked down at her. She really was tiny.    I could see her chewing the inside of her cheek, "Shino..." I heard the silent worry. "Besides, I'm just annoying, remember?"    "What are you talking about?"    "Don't act like you didn't tell Shino I was just an annoying, tiny, little brat that followed you around because I had a childish crush on you," Her eyes went wide as she realized what she said.    I couldn't deny I said that, but... "That was seven years ago,” I let one of my hands slide up her waist, her shoulder, then I reached up to pull her h/c hair free. "Besides," I leaned in, my breath fanning her neck, "I can see the desire in your eyes," I whispered.    She sucked in a breath as I pressed a kiss to her neck, "Kiba," she was torn between protesting and falling to her knees before me.    "Come on, Tiny," another kiss before I mumbled into her skin, "one taste, just for me. No sex, if that's what you want." I pulled away to gauge her reaction.    She was fuming, "Screw you, Inuzuka." She only used my last name when she was mad at me.    I'm sure I looked like a feral beast as she tried to pull away again. I wrapped my free arm around her waist, and she gasped as my now fully erect dick pressed against her. I didn't try to convince her with words this time. I'd seduce her. I slammed my lips to hers, hungry to taste every inch of her. I could taste the strawberry lip gloss on her lips; she always loved strawberries. All fight left her the second my tongue met hers.    She moaned into my mouth, and I lifted her by her ass. Her legs wrapped around me, and my need was pressed to her slick core. She was dripping already. I turned and stumbled into Shino's bedroom. I tried to walk around the bed, but I had to break away so I could see the unfamiliar room. Y/n began kissing my neck and biting softly as her teeth danced over my shoulders.    "Calm down," I hissed as she bit down, and I walked us through the living room.    I closed my bedroom door and locked it, "Make me," she challenged.    Turning around, I slammed her body into the door to my room. Her gasp was matched with my grunt. "Impatient, aren't we?" She rocked her body, trying to add friction. "Now, now," I gripped her hips, "I think snarky, little girls need to be punished."    Her small fingers fisted my hair, and I hissed as she yanked back, "Ki-" She didn't finish saying my name as I bucked, cutting off her train of thought.    "Are you going to feed me, Tiny?" I growled, "Or do you want to keep teasing me?"    Arching her back, she answered, "Both." Good lord, I wasn't sure I could hold back.   I spun us around, walking to my bed. The grey comforter was soft beneath her back as I lay her down. I stood up, wanting to memorize the way she looked lying before me. I think she was about to say something; her lips parted, but she never managed to. I was between her legs in a heartbeat. Her fingers found their way into my hair again, and I growled.    Without warning, I pushed two fingers into her hot core. Her pussy was dripping wet, and it was all for me. I moaned as I savored her taste, as sweet as peaches, and just as juicy. I held her thigh, pushing her leg as far as I could, wanting to give her as much pleasure as I could. I watched her back arch, and her hands groping her breasts. My dark eyes, sharp as I watched her fall apart before me.    I pulled far enough to say, "Tiny," her eyes fluttered open, "I want those eyes open when you cum all over my fingers, and I drink in every drop you have to give me."   My words pushed her over the cliff, and I felt her walls clench around my fingers. I loved hearing her scream out as she came, but I never expected her to scream my name.   "Kiba!"    My fingers slipped from her, and I pushed her legs back, her knees almost to her shoulders. My mouth was drinking her in as she locked her eyes with my gaze. She rode out her orgasm as my tongue thrust into her. She tried to reach for my hair once again, but I wrapped my arms around her legs and gripped her wrists. She writhed, trying to wiggle away due to the overstimulation.    I moved my face back but kept her held down, "Fucking perfect, Tiny."    I released her, and she collapsed onto the bed. "Fuck," she panted out. I started to move off the bed. "Where are you going?" She propped herself up on her elbows.    I looked at her curiously, "To shower," I gestured to my issue, stiff and needing release.    Her eyes drifted down as she bit her lip. She was so damn sexy. "Lay down," I could hear the slight inflection. She moved over, letting me do as she asked.    "I said-" I never finished my sentence because her hot mouth and tiny hand both wrapped around my cock. "Dammit, Tiny." I groaned.    I fisted her hair, trying to slow down her actions. Up and down, she bobbed, but I desperately wanted to feel her walls as she rode me. Her mouth was perfection; surely her pussy was heaven. Grip harsh, I couldn't take my eyes off her as I watched. I wanted to fuck her mouth every day of the week if I could. I wasn't usually one for such lewd and vulgar thoughts, but damn, this woman was too good to be true.    "Tiny," I gritted out, "you have to stop." I pulled her off, though she resisted at first.    "What's wrong?" I'm sure she thought I was about to explode in her mouth, but that wasn't it.    "If you don't stop," I stroked my cock, her eyes darting down to the motion, "I don't think I'll be able to stop myself from fucking you."    She crawled up my body, my hand still making lazy motions. Batting her eyes, she leaned in and cooed, "Then do it, Kiba."    I took hold of her hips, and she straddled me. She didn't waste time as she slammed down onto me. A hiss left her lips as I groaned out a curse word or two. She was so tight. I moved back slightly, propping onto the pillows a bit. She started moving, slow and languid. I held her body close, head dipping to take one of her nipples in my mouth.    "Oh god," she murmured.    I held her ass, taking control of her body. "I can feel you dripping down my balls," I mumbled into her breasts.    Her nails dug into the skin of my shoulders, and she pushed herself to sit up. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. My eyes were focused on where she was fucking herself on my cock. Or was I fucking her? I was too engrossed to tear my eyes away.    One of her delicate hands moved to pinch her nipples and fondle her breasts. Her other slid down her body, and she began to stroke her clit. I quickly gripped her wrist, making her eyes snap open. I moved her hand away and replaced her fingers with mine. Letting both of her hands work on her nipples, she began moving once again.    When she started to pant, I began matching her movements, thrusting upwards. "K-ib-a," she was breathless.    "Yes, Tiny," I coaxed, "Cum all over me." The knot snapped within her, walls clenching tightly. I didn’t want to cum yet.   I let her ride out her high before flipping us over. I pulled out of her, making her eyes show panic. I chuckled as I moved her body over, putting her on her stomach. "I want to hold that perfect ass of yours while I fuck you," I slapped her ass, my hand leaving an angry mark.    Her gasp turned into a small moan, and I repeated the action. She pushed her ass up but kept her face into the comforter. I slammed into her, not warning her at all. The strangled scream left her, and I didn't hold back as I began to buck into her. She was a moaning mess. We were both sweaty, her juices all over both of us. I wanted to see her in every position beneath me, above me, beside me. She was the epitome of perfection.    "Don't stop," she begged.   I slapped her ass, "Tiny wants to cum again?" She nodded eagerly, "Say it," I commanded, slapping her ass again.    "I-I want to cum," I was relentless, making her do just that. She turned, letting the fabric stifle the scream that left her. Her hands fisted the fabric of the blanket.    I pushed her flat to the bed, then reached for her hands. Holding them at the base of her back, I held them with one hand, letting the other yank her head back. "Are you ready, Tiny?"    "Y-yes," she gasped.    Holding her to the bed, I gave in to every carnal temptation I ever had. Truth was, Y/n and I had been friends on every social media platform there was, and I watched her bloom into a beautiful and sexy young woman. I may have fantasized about a time or two. I was living them now.    Letting her hands go, my hands gripped her ass, fingernails digging into her flesh. "Fuck, Tiny," I grunted deeply, my end coming, her quickly following.   I braced myself on my forearms, keeping from falling on top of her completely. I peppered her shoulders with kisses as I brushed her hair from her face. It was a little awkward, but I moved to kiss her lips softly. Rolling us onto our sides, I pulled her body with me, keeping her close. She was silent, and so was I, as we lay there, covered in juices and slick with sweat.    I couldn't see her face, but I heard her nervousness as she asked, "Were you headed to the bath?"    I chuckled, "Yes, I was sore from practice." I admitted, kissing her neck.    She moved to peer up at me, "Want some company?"    I smirked, leaning down to kiss her lips, "Only you, Tiny."   This fanfiction is in our annual fanfiction contest! Vote for your favorite story by clicking on the heart below! GO BACK TO FANFICTION CONTEST HOME PAGE

This fanfiction is in our annual fanfiction contest!  Vote for your favorite story by clicking on the heart below! GO BACK TO FANFICTION CONTEST HOME PAGE Tags/ Warnings: Kakashi Hatake, Naruto Make Out Tactics...Kakashi Style by Sarah Hatake The sweet smell of old paper and the occasional rustle of pages turning swirled around Seiren Fujimoto as she clacked her fingers on the laptop on the counter. She took a long deep breath, loving the smell of books. She had always loved the scent of books almost as much as she had always enjoyed writing. It was her escape from the darkness of life and had only made sense when she got older to open a book store. It wasn’t until after her husband had died in the last great war, however, that she turned the dozens of manuscripts she had written into an actual side hustle. It had been a last-ditch effort to earn more money to provide for her newborn infant. Ever since the great master writer, Jiraiya, had passed the lack of spicy tales had dwindled in the village. She had worked feverishly on that first novel, Shinobi Nights, and miracle of miracles it had been picked up by Jiraiya’s publishing company. Albeit, no one knew she was the writer. It would have been a scandal if the community at large knew that a woman had written the smut that would become a best seller. Her agent and best friend, Neo Hyuga, had found it a great lark to pass off the work as that of a man. So that had begun her success in the publishing world and had saved her from living in squalor with her baby girl. She shifted her gaze to the door as the bell above tinkled as a new customer strolled in. She quickly locked the screen as her gaze landed on the sexiest man in the village… at least in her opinion. Kakashi Hatake, sixth Hokage and former wielder of the Sharingan, was once again inside her store. She carefully schooled her features into that of professional shop owner, trying hard to remember all her training from the years at the academy to hide the giddiness that stole through her frame. She would be lying if she said that he didn’t make her want to throw all caution to the wind and fawn over him like the girls had done when they had gone to the academy together. God that was ages ago. She had been one of his fangirls, but from the shadows. That initial crush had grown in the years following, watching him from afar. He had been a point of contention in her arranged marriage. She had never loved Kenji Fujimoto. Seiren did not like thinking or talking badly about anyone but Kenji was the exception. He had been a bastard, through and through. Their clans had been close and their marriage had been arranged long before they were even born. Yet unlike the majority of his family, he had a vicious streak that she had unfortunately seen the backside of through the course of their short marriage. The worst beating of her life had been because he had caught her side-eyeing Kakashi at Ichiraku’s one evening. At seven months pregnant, she had almost lost her sweet little Keiko due to the beating. He had denied her the medics after and she had spent two days with terrifying contractions. Miraculously the contractions stopped and she did not lose her baby. It was not that long later that he had packed up to go to the front for the last great battle of their time, never to return. Seiren had quietly rejoiced when she was informed of his death at the hands of Madara when he had cleaved through the lines with deadly precision. Kakashi had shifted his glance to her as he paused in front of the display where all of her novels were arranged. Those grey eyes of his briefly narrowing a bit in what she assumed was a polite smile of acknowledgement beneath his mask before he dismissed her to peruse the display. He didn’t know she existed outside the occasional passing at the store. Yes, they had been in the academy together but he had been in a world all his own in those days. She was just another one of the nameless rabbles that attended with him. He was an avid reader, yet, everyone knew that he read Jiraiya’s works more than anything new. It had been almost a shock the day he had strolled in and picked up Shinobi Nights rather than a replacement for his badly worn Make Out Tactics book. She had barely contained the shaking of her hands as she rung up the purchase and he walked out with HER book in his hands. Kakashi had since that day purchased every release that had come out. It was a boon to her, especially since he was the main inspiration in the male characters. She almost winced; however, when he picked up the newest one at the display. That was one was the most obvious that it was about him. The last one had been borderline, even her regulars had commented at how close to the Copy Ninja the character had been, but this one… it was a nail in her coffin. If anyone found out she was the author. She concealed a smug smile that threatened to pull her lips up. No one would ever know; Neo was a master at diversion. She had a visual Jutsu that she could employ that would send people packing, forgetting what they had been pursuing if they ever got too close to the truth. He’d never know, she was certain about that. Kakashi narrowed his eyes slightly as he read the back of the newest book by J. L. Namakasi. He had been in shock ever since reading the last one. The character Kai was so much like himself that it was almost like reading a page in his life in another reality. He had long suspected that the author was a woman. It was a little humorous that they had to hide behind a man’s name, but there were subtle tells that spoke of a feminine mind. If you were smart enough to recognize them. By the whole, no one seemed to have pieced that together. This book was a continuation of the story of Kai and Rose. The last one had been one of the dirtiest he had read since Master Jiraiya. Seiren Fujimoto, formerly Hokato, had certainly changed since their years in the academy. He quietly observed her behind the counter from his peripheral, noting the changes from their youth again for the dozenth time. He couldn’t help but observe her. Even as a child, she had intrigued him but that had been times of war and death. Her long blonde hair, a trait that had come from her family’s distant relation to the Namakaze family, was loosely pulled up into a messy bun. Her dark, brown eyes were watching him closely as he looked at the book. There were other patrons in the store thumbing through books but her gaze never wavered from him. He had not missed that she had locked her laptop upon his entrance. Neo Hyuga had sent him packing when he had inquired upon the authorship of the last novel. The two of them were close, had been since the academy. He was fairly certain he had figure out who the author was, but dare he hope? He had avoided all romantic entanglements because he had many enemies and people had a history of dying because of him. Yet if it was truly her, he would take that chance. He clinched his hand around the book and made his way to the counter. He needed to get inside that computer to confirm whether or not his suspicions were true. Seiren felt her palms moisten in her nervousness as he approached with the newest book in hand. “Lord Sixth,” she greeted professionally despite the wild pounding of her heart. She made herself look at the book rather than him, smiling slightly. “Ah, another J. L. Namakasi book. I’ve heard good things about it from those that have bought it.” “Hmm, yes, they have a good style. I wonder who the author really is,” he drawled casually. “No one seems to know and I’ve looked into it myself.” Her hands twitched at the comment before she made a show of putting the book into a bag, giving a nervous chuckle. “They must prefer to live a normal life. Imagine if people knew as popular as they have become.” “I think it’s a woman,” he then said as she handed the bag over to him. “I’ll find out, eventually.” Seiren almost fainted on the spot. That was not good! If anyone could hunt down the author it was him! His eyes narrowed in a smile as he thanked her while taking the book and casually strolling out of the store. He had to side step on his way out as Keiko came bursting into the store with an energy that was almost felt, in her hand she had what looked like a scroll that she was waiving in the air. “Mama, I passed the exam!” she howled lowly. “I’m a Genin!” Kakashi almost laughed as the words followed him out of the store. Keiko was almost the spitting image of Seiren when she had been a child. Her personality, however, was vastly different from his observations. Seiren had been very quiet and reserved, blending into the background, while the few times he had seen Keiko she was extroverted and a little like Naruto had been in his youth. Seiren found herself in a whirlwind as she listened to her daughter recount the exam, then hurry up to their small apartment on the top floor. The activity had shifted her mind away from the worry of Kakashi finding out she was the author and was filled instead with the daily rhythm of working the store and writing the newest title she would eventually release. After the last customer of the day left, she locked up the store, collected her laptop then went to upstairs. She took Keiko out to Ichiraku’s to celebrate the achievement, never once thinking her secret was about to blow up in her face. Kakashi crouched on a rooftop, watching as the little family left the building to head in the general direction of Ichiraku’s. He had observed them long enough to know it was their favorite dining location, so he knew he had time to do some searching. Using his long-honed skills, he was inside their apartment in a matter of moments. They really needed better locks. The apartment was rather small despite the success of her books. Most likely a means of “keeping up appearances” in her small deception. It was also painstakingly clean. It did not take him long to find the laptop and turn it on. Thankfully she hadn’t password protected the device. That would have been a pain in the ass. A few clicks later and he had all the proof he needed. A smile twisted his lips up and he closed the laptop with a satisfying click. Seiren was a little tired by the time they came home and settled into their usual night routine. They watched a little television before it was time for bed. She stood quietly outside her daughter’s bedroom as the twelve-year-old climbed into bed. In the old days, she would have tucked her in but she was quickly becoming a young woman. She still always said goodnight and ensured she was actually going to sleep before heading to her own room at the other end of the apartment. She absently rubbed the bridge of her nose as she opened her door and walked inside the dark room. She almost jumped a foot as she flipped on the light and saw the man sitting in the chair adjacent to her bed, his long-muscled legs stretched out on the ottoman in front of it. Those long, elegant fingers were steepled in his lap and those dark grey eyes were slightly narrowed on her. “Kakashi- Lord Sixth… what are you-” He moved so fast it seemed like a blink of an eye. Damn Shinobi and their quickness. He was across the room and closing the door with a resounding thump before she could even blink. She backed up reflexively, too many times of having her own deceased husband coming at her to do otherwise, and felt the door now firmly behind her back blocking any escape. One hand was now pressed flat against the door, another barricade, while the other was on his hip as he leaned towards her. “I told you I would find out who the author was,” he spoke softly. Oh shit. She darted her eyes to the laptop that was resting on the nightstand next to the chair he had vacated then back to those dark, grey depths. He then shocked the hell out of her by reaching up and pulling his mask down. Melting… she almost melted right there inside her room as she looked at that face. Handsome did not even accurately describe how breathtaking he was without that mask. His lips turned up in a cock sure way as he looked at her with a perceptiveness that made her knees go weak. “All the many years I have known you, you have kept to the shadows. I would feel you discretely watching me, but putting me into your book was rather revealing.” She gasped at the words, all thoughts fleeing as his lips crashed down on her own in a kiss that took her legs out from beneath her. His arms wrapped around her, holding her up as he ravished her mouth. Her body turned into a raging inferno before he slowly pulled back enough to finally say, “I’ve been watching you too.” This fanfiction is in our annual fanfiction contest! Vote for your favorite story by clicking on the heart below! GO BACK TO FANFICTION CONTEST HOME PAGE