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Many small, extraordinary changes came from Shino living in her apartment part-time.
Seeing his whole face and all the tiny micro-expressions that came with it, as she had first experienced on that first whirlwind day, they were intimate. Being able to hear his melodic voice talking about every topic that appeared in their lives. Shino wasn’t overly comfortable with public displays of affection, despite what some might think if they heard about how they got together in the first place; holding her hand as they walked down the street or a light kiss to her knuckles or cheek would be the most he would usually do with the infrequent kiss to her lips, but behind closed doors, in their little world, Shino was unrestrained and generous with his affections. Soft lips over her cheekbone, long hugs in which she could feel every breath he took, holding her hand for no reason other than to keep them connected.
All of them were amazing; Tenten loved every one, but being greeted at the door when he was home first was still one of her favourites.
So a frown appeared on her face when he didn’t follow her to the kitchen with the small number of sweet treats she had in hand like he usually did but returned to his desk at the far side of the living room, sliding effortlessly back into the office chair that sat at it, his right hand's elegant fingers picking up the same pen he had been holding when she left.
“Have you moved at all?”
She had liked seeing him in a casual oversized hoodie and loose dark trousers at the start of the day, knowing he would be comfortable when working. However, she didn’t know he planned on being inside all day. Neither of them enjoyed those rare times when they were stuck inside from morning until night.
Even if Shino had been working at his desk from the moment he awoke, it was still much tidier than whenever she worked at hers. Their working arrangements were so distinct that they had to make room in her already tiny apartment for his own office space.
Her area was too chaotic for him. The multiple different types of scroll parchment and ink Tenten needed took up too much space, and she tended to like everything within arms' reach when she worked, even if it meant a little bit of searching through tens of bottles of slightly different inks or a handful of chunky reference books to find the right one she needed.
“The council is attempting to make new bylaws; and I am behind in my mission reports because of the amount of time reading over them.”
“Never thought I would see the day that Shino Aburame is behind on his mission reports,” a swinging step had her over to his side, desserts abandoned for the more entertaining adventure of teasing her boyfriend, who prided himself on being up to date on his paperwork no matter how detailed the mission reports were needed to be or how many there were, “And I thought I was the lazy one here!”
Writing reports was definitely not her favourite thing to do, but when she did, they were as concise and to the point as she could get away with. There were certainly worse people in their friend group infamous for theirs.
Shino lifted his head. A telltale pull of his eyebrows and puckering of his nose, which she found adorable, told her he wasn’t as amused by the fact as she was.
“I do not; enjoy; the fact.”
Tenten waved her hand slightly, hoping to let him know she was kidding and she would drop it.
“Okay, okay, I’ll entertain myself for a bit!” Her hands found her hips and a prominent pout appeared on her lips. “I guess I have put off cleaning for too long.”
She was so hoping to come home to find he had finished so they could walk in the sun while she stuffed an enormous amount of sugar-filled snacks into her mouth on their lazy afternoon off.
The graze of the softer-than-feather skin of his hand running against the back of hers made her first two fingers curl to capture his pointer finger in a squeeze.
“Thank you.”
Before Tenten went off, resigning herself to the fact that her bathroom would have that unattractive smell of bleach for hours, even with the window open, she made sure to bring Shino a glass of water since the one he had was nearly empty.
Tenten didn’t do well cooped up in the house, especially when there was no exact time she would be free. She was even worse when she was forced to wait; she was horrible at waiting.
The bed had been stripped and changed, her wardrobe categorised, her bathroom sink and bathtub scrubbed and rinsed down, and the shelves organized—a task she had put off for several months, all to stop herself from going crazy as she waited.
To give Shino space and quiet, she actively avoided the main area and stayed in her bedroom and joint bathroom, cramping herself up even more but also lowering the number of things she could do. Cleaning wasn’t entertaining at the best of times, never mind when she was only doing it to linger, knowing exciting things were to follow.
Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore, her feet practically tapping through the floorboards and her hands itching to throw a few kunai around.
When Tenten had taken a shower to rid herself of the grimy feeling that cleaning always brought, the back of her mind telling her that that action had undone all her hard work, she quickly dried off, tying her hair to her usual buns and dressing in a pair of comfy trousers and a long sleeve top she poked her head through the door to where Shino was still sitting at his desk, feet firmly on the floor, pen in hand moving smoothly across the page. Was he rewriting every mission report he had done since he was twelve? What was taking so long?
The only sign he had done anything was that a slightly more gigantic pile of written paper was to his right.
Maybe Shino wasn’t done, but she wanted to be outside with him so badly, meaning she didn’t have to convince herself much to ask him to at least take a break with her.
A few long dancer strides took her to be beside him, her hands finding her hips naturally. Shino slowly leaned away from the half-finished report and leaned back to look at her.
“Shino, you’ve been sitting there all day. Don’t you want to go for a walk with me?”
He twirled the pen around his thumb to land securely back into his palm, a habit he had picked up from her when she paused to think when she was completing one of her scrolls.
“Nothing; would make me happier.” If Tenten hadn’t been watching him like she had been, she wouldn’t have noticed his thin lips parting lightly in a silent sigh. “But I must finish these sooner; rather than later.”
Her heart sank, and an annoyed pout escaped her lips.
Yes, she had been doing light target practice with Lee and Gai in the morning. She then met up with Sakura and Temari for tea, and she even stopped in for a small catchup with Ino while shopping just before heading home.
But she hadn’t had the chance to hang out with, talk to, and be around him since she left firs thing. She had missed him.
“Maybe I could just,” her hands joined, rolling her right, as she held her pinkie finger in the opposite hand. “Sit on you while I wait.”
His head rose again, and it was hard not to see the confused pull of eyebrows. His nose puckered lightly as well. Several strands of chestnut brown fringe fell in front of his sunglasses, all letting her easily make the comparison of a tiny, adorable animal. Shino was such an intelligent, well-educated adult that she could see his indignation at her, thinking his confusion was cute.
“Sit?”
“You know, on your lap. In a hug,” her arms came up to half hug herself as an example before feeling silly, and letting her arms swing at her sides instead: “I won’t get in the way.”
Judging the space with nothing but his gaze and a subtle stretch of his arm to see if he could accommodate her request, made Tenten beam. The next tilt of Shino’s head made his confusion shift to a light teasing feeling.
“If you agree to; behave; yourself.”
Her cheeks puffed out in resentment, only making him look downright smug. “I always behave myself!”
Tenten couldn’t help but grin when she saw his lips twitch upwards in amusement. She liked seeing him smile. “No; you do not.”
A section of her chocolate fringe flared up with the puff of air she let out, and she was unable to stop smiling through it all. “Fine, maybe I don’t, but I will this time.”
She grinned when Shino rolled his chair away from the desk, widening his arms in invitation. The wheels squeaked at the motion.
Carefully facing him, Tenten threw her right leg over his together ones. She shot him a wink before setting her hands on the top of the backrest for a moment to steady herself; when she decided the chair and Shino were stable enough, she sat facing him, ducking down and placing a kiss on his cheek before curling her legs up to set her shins on the seat cushion as best as she could on either side of his thighs.
Her arms couldn’t slot around his waist like she wanted to, so Tenten brought them up to slide between their chests instead, her hands cupping naturally when they came together under her chin, enjoying the feeling of his jumper against her cheek.
Taking an extended inhale through her nose, letting his smell linger in her nostrils. The scent of the deepest forest managed to cling to Shino no matter how far from it or how freshly showered he was. His jumper-covered shoulder wasn’t the comfiest pillow she had ever had, but the curvature that dipped between his neck and shoulder let her forehead fall naturally into his neck.
Shino’s left arm, which he wouldn’t be using for his writing, curled around her waist with the lightest hold; Tenten buried her forehead deeper into the nook she had found, bringing herself as close to him as she physically could.
“This is; strange.”
The upturn in his voice let her know Shino meant it nicely.
The arm holding her waist tightened just before she felt them move. Slower than he had pushed himself away from the desk, he pulled them back towards it, the wheels of his chair making a lower noise than when it was just his weight being held on its plastic.
Her body sensed the placement of the furniture around her, even without being able to see it. The bottom of her back, only getting as close as to hit against the edge of the table as her ever-attentive boyfriend would allow. It was barely a nudge, but her spine curled naturally to avoid it again. Shino’s hand wedged between her and the desk's wood as if to protect her from harm.
“I like it,” she admitted, already finding her chest feeling lighter, her breathing levelling in a way she wasn’t entirely used to, their joint body heat lulling over her, making her eyelids want to close, “You get to work, and I get to sit here with you.”
His head fell to the side to lay on top of hers, and a contented smile bloomed on her face. The tiny movement brought with it another wave of forest and warmth smell.
Tenten nuzzled her cheek against his, letting the strands of his hair, usually held up by his headband, tickle her nose. She was not so secretly jealous of how soft his skin was and how silky his hair was compared to her own, no matter what product she used.
“I did not say anything about not; enjoying; it.”
Letting herself completely melt into his presence, her chocolate eyes contently shut, Tenten sighed happily. Hearing his pen scratch against his reports again, she felt only the smallest ripples from his arm moving with it.
Another part of Shino's life that Tenten was presented with was gentle reminders to stop, to sit and breathe in the air, and to let her mind and body rest, that she didn’t have to rush for everything every day.
She was learning to look after herself better, take longer to eat, take deeper breaths, and consciously leave tasks and chores for the next available day rather than simply running out of time and feeling like a failure when she had already done so much with her waking hours.
That she should actively slow down her nightly routine and give all of her time to come to a gentle rolling stop at the end of the day rather than collapsing in a heap, the days she got to hug Shino as she slept were the best, but, Tenten could only sit still for so long, only have nothing on her mind for so long before her natural jitteriness kicked in.
As her mind had the time to relax and drift into the comfy cloud of nothing curled in Shino’s lap, her body rebelled as it started to do the opposite.
Her toes flexed, her fingers curled in his thick jumper like she knew cats did when they settled, her breathing evened out, and her forehead made tiny rolls to feel the soft material under it across her skin.
A tiny shift, her body wanting to slither down the welcoming wall of comfort and warmth Shino’s chest was to her in that embrace, meant her shin shifted to the side. She needed to clench her muscles to hold her leg on the seat before letting it dangle. Her toes would have reached the floor if she stretched her foot to be completely straight. That tiny move, her ankle turning, making circles along the wooden boards, had woken her mind up, just like her body had, to focus her thoughts on Shino.
It was impossible not to think about him.
His scent was all around her, with her face half hidden in his clothing, a pleasant reminder of how secure she felt in his arms and how a deep inhale made her heart feel giddy when engulfed in his hugs. Shino’s arm securely around her waist reminded her of how strong he was even if he wasn’t a close combat fighter, how she loved watching his muscles dance under her fingers, lips or tongue. The light tip taps of the pen he was writing with let her mind fill with all the intellectual, observant things Shino would say in vocabulary some wouldn’t even understand and reminded her of his fingers. Smooth and long and delicate, that could hold her hand so gently that Tenten smiled like a smitten teenager or dragged down her body, making her squirm and gasp, plucking her invisible strings playing her like a violin or pushing until they were knuckle deep inside her and making her moan like his personal whore.
A bolt of arousal, all her own doing at that violent, powerful, delicious thought, made Tenten’s fists tighten in his fleece. Her hips pushed down and out unconsciously, looking for friction to replace the empty feeling in her core when her inner muscles clamped down on nothing, sending a wave of precum leaking out her lower lips.
Shino sucked in a breath just above her ear that made saliva build in her mouth, and she needed to take a deep gulp, or she would choke on it.
Tenten loved how unrestricted his reactions could be, something that usually only happened when they were alone and was only for her. He made her feel so many things: adored, loved, treasured, attractive, and powerful.
A creeping chill crawled over her bare foot, the difference in temperature between cuddling into Shino and the rest of the room feeling the same as between Konohagakure and Sunagakure. Tenten raised her leg back onto the base of the chair, pushing her toes under Shino’s knees.
Lust slithered down her neck and continued dripping down her spine when she felt him spread his thighs wider, pushing her further against him, rubbing his covered crotch against hers, and with another small experimental roll of her hips, she found him growing hard under her. Her mind soared. She was as distracting to him as Shino was to her.
Her lips reached up to drag against the flower-petal-soft skin of his neck. She could already feel his hive vibrating in reaction to her lingering, dragging kiss, a mimic of Shino’s response.
Tenten’s thighs clamping around his, actively grinding her hips down that time made the arm around her waist change to take a firm, unmoveable hold of her, clutching her, making her take a sharp inhale that made his hive dance under her lips even more.
“Tenten.”
She hummed deeply in the back of her throat, which set his hive alight.
“You; know; what you are doing,” a lazy Cheshire cat grin slid onto her face. “And you need to stop.”
“But you’re hard,” and she was dripping. Pressing herself against him also pressed the precum that had escaped her earlier back against her opening, sticky and cooling, only making her feel hotter, “I can feel it.”
“Because of you.”
With a gentle but firm grasp of her head, Shino encouraged her to lean back. The arm that secured her at the waist slinked up her body to plant itself, fingers spread right in the centre of her back, keeping her safe by letting her lean on him. Her gaze danced over his face now that Tenten was back in a position to do so rather than tucked up against him.
Strands of his spiky chestnut hair sticking to his pale as-the-moon skin. Those permanent dark-tinted sunglasses sat on his thin nose and high, shapely cheekbones. His jaw was strong and curved into his long neck. He was stunning.
“Let me finish this,” At that second, the tip of his tongue poked out to swipe across a section of his upper lip, drawing attention to the fact that his pale, thin lips looked plumper, more rosy than normal. Had he been biting them as Shino thought about what to write? She would love nothing more than to wrap her lips around it, pull it into her mouth, and suck on it until she could taste his groan. “Then I will be completely free; to look after you.”
The thought of leaving his embrace, his heat, leaving them both so wound up with no finish line, made her jerk her head in small, violent shakes.
“Or,” even the idea in her lust-filled mind made her pulse give a hefty beat in her veins, and her cunt give a powerful clench, “you could let me stay, and I could sit on you.”
“You are already-”
“No, I mean,” her palm slid down his form to lay flat over his covered hard-on, making her point as clear as Tenten could without spelling it out, “Sit on you.”
She silently projected to him that she wanted nothing else at that moment as she gave the outline of his cock a barely-there grasp, feeling and seeing his hip rise and twist from it.
Shino swallowed the muscles in his elongated, pale neck, forcing his saliva back down in a way that made her want to lick along his entire throat. When he looked back at the multitude of pages on his desk, she could almost hear him debate between what he should be doing and what the rest of him wanted, what his half-hard cock under her hand wanted.
“You make me a fool,” a delicious feeling of victory and lust swirled in Tenten’s abdomen at his baser side, giving in to her, even more so when he looked back at her and light hit his sharp jawline just right, just calling out to have her teeth bite along it, “All right.”
“In that case, I’ll be right back.”
Tenten couldn’t help but get a slight kick out of the combination of confusion and being let down that appeared on his face when she dismounted and, on the balls of her feet, took long strides towards her bedroom, throwing him a wink before entering and closing the door behind her.
Springing over to her chest of drawers, she quickly opened the bottom, least used drawer, shoving aside a few rarely used bolero tops and skirts to find the slinky black dress that Shino himself had given her with ulterior motives attached. Given what it was last used for, she imagined it should help get him worked up.
Standing, Tenten quickly stripped herself of everything, including the hair ties keeping her hair up. Throwing her clothes that she had only put on her what couldn’t have been more than an hour before into the clothes basket to deal with later.
Pulling the soft material over her head and down her form, tugging at the hem to make sure all the most private parts of her were fully covered automatically, even if Shino had already seen all of her, had his face, lips, and tongue pressed into her very core the last time she wore it even. The memory made her press her thighs together. Tenten was already so turned on that she could feel it; she didn’t need to run her fingers over her lower lips to feel the wetness she knew would coat them.
Tenten poked her head back out the bedroom door at an angle so she could just about see his desk. Shino hadn’t pushed himself back into the table, not picking up his pen to continue writing; he sat there, his body tense but his face distracted as he thought about her, wondering what she had in store for him, Tenten hoped, the way she could see his hand stretch before clenching into a fist, in a motion of trying to restrain himself from just following her into the bedroom and having her there.
She opened her bedroom door fully, allowing the hinges to make a creaking noise to alert Shino’s distracted mind to her appearance. The hand he had rested on his thigh fisted, bunching up the material of his light fossil grey trousers so tightly his knuckles turned ghost white until he let go the next second.
“An underhanded trick.”
That made her grin, adding extra sway to her hips as she stepped.
Approaching his side, the hand that was previously on his leg moved to slide over the little of her thigh that was covered by her dress, caressing the soft-to-the-touch material against her already-hot-feeling skin before settling on her hip, his thumb lightly pressing on the bone.
“How will this even wo-?”
Shino’s question turned into a sucked-in breath when Tenten bent at the waist, took hold of the waistband of his trousers, and gave a harsh yank, only succeeding in pulling them down not even an inch but enough she hoped to get her message across.
Lifting his hips just enough to let her do what she was already halfway to completing, the muscles in his upper and forearms bulging as he grabbed the side of the seat to give him the leverage to help her. Tenten could feel his piercing gaze boar through her hands when she positioned them firmer on his waist, letting her nails rake over his prominent hipbones as she pulled his trousers down just enough for her to be able to reach in to take hold of his half-hard cock. The whine he let out danced in her ears.
The waistband, now comfortably sitting just at the top of his thighs, hard leaking dick now free, his hips rolling up to meet her hand, made the plastic of the office chair’s wheels scratch along the floor, but it wasn't quite loud enough to cover the low moan Shino let out then through his teeth.
Solid, warm and firm in her fist, the first few drops of precum covering the reddened tip, Tenten straddled him again. His trembling hands, clawing at her waist, made another wave of power and heat roll over her.
Lifting the bottom of her black dress, moving it up just enough to not be in the way, when she slid down on his cock in a few glorious moments. Tenten heard him let out a pant and his hot breath trickling over her bare thighs, making them tense up.
“You are not-”
There was only one thing he could be talking about. Tenten didn’t even need to see his face to know where his eyes were focused. His thumbs rose higher on her thighs, making her flesh tingle and give him away—rubbing along where the seam of her underwear would be if she wore any.
“I’m not,” Tenten couldn't stop herself from adding a brazen, “You never gave me any with the dress, remember?”
His hive under the skin of his hands buzzed fiercely, showing how badly that affected him. The taste of his desperation for her was heavy yet honey-sweet in her mouth.
One more extended drawn-out pump of her fist before it settled at his base, keeping him steady, her thumb running along one of the protruding veins; she squatted down. The slick engorged tip slipped in without issue because of how much precum her lower lips were coated in, her inner muscles clamping down on him immediately, loving being filled after gripping around nothing for so long, sliding down the rest of him, hips flush, every inch of his thick filling cock in her in two tiny pushes.
Tenten didn’t think she would ever get used to how full he would make her feel. As if the tip of his cock was pushing her lungs up into her throat, her head already spinning, Tenten’s eyes sliding shut as her inner walls clenched and unclenched around him, accommodating the way his girthy cock stretched her so beautifully, her body welcoming him back.
Leaning forward, her lips smeared over his in a lazy, extended kiss in which she could taste him breathing hard.
“I missed you.”
Shino’s fingers travelled up her sides to embed themselves in the long chocolate locks to keep her there. Kissing him, their lips and tongues meeting, his cock and fingers vibrating against her inner walls and skull, making her groan deep and low in her throat. Tenten could easily imagine she was already a drooling cock drunk mess, but she didn’t care. It was only for him. As long as he was in her, she was deliriously happy.
“Do you mean my kisses? Or my-?”
A lazy grin spread across Tenten’s face, pulling him in for another kiss at his half-teasing unfinished question. One of the profound kisses ended with an extended peck that made her toes curl, and her eyelashes flutter over her cheekbones in a long blink.
“Remember,” Shino started, giving her another light drag of lips that made her smile. “You; promised; to be still.”
“I know, I know, I will, okay?”
Once again, Shino’s left hand found the bottom of her spine when he moved them towards the desk, his skin feeling hotter than before now that they were only separated by a thin stretch of fabric rather than her thick top.
Tenten’s head found that same nook as before, sighing contently, her cunt giving his entirely buried cock an appreciative clench as she did so.
Every tap of his pen seemed to connect to her core; every breath Shino took compelled Tenten to take one of her own, and her hypersensitive body honed in on every tiny movement of his leg or arm. Her thin dress took away multiple previous layers, so then if she pressed herself fully against him, pushed her arms under his armpits and up around his back, the vibrations his hive gave stimulated her breasts, feeling his heartbeat against her thumping one. Tenten’s let-down hair drifting over her shoulders, arms, and neck tingled in ways that caught her breath and evoked her body to dance along with them as if they attached to her like puppet strings, only to release her a moment later.
All other sounds that were in the room previously, birds outside, chatter from the street below the front of her apartment suddenly didn’t exist. As if her ears were overrun with hearing her heartbeat, sucked in inhales, Shino’s tiny shifts on his chair, or the small wet sounds that came from where they were joined. Squelches of the minuscule moves of their hips made her walls clamp down hard to keep him where he was. The vibrations that came from him when she did that made her smother down her moans as best Tenten could.
Now and again, his left hand would flex and curl from its position at the bottom of her spine, his fingertips stirring in tiny spirals dragging the soft cloth of her dress with it or pressing down flat and vibrating in a way that swirled around her waist and down to her untouched clit making her shift and squirm.
Even Shino’s smell was somehow different in her heightened state. It sat in her nose longer, dug itself into her very pores, tugged at her naval and core, made her mind spin, and made her lungs demand another helping.
With every smell, sound, taste, and feeling, Tenten couldn’t stop her inner muscles from constricting around him in reply to everything she felt. Switching between casual low pulses to accompany her content sighs and harsh to unyielding clamps to accompany her sucked-in silent gasps.
She was contented, so relaxed, her muscles feeling no more than malleable clay but yet so alive. Tenten’s blood and mind were on fire, but the physical parts of her that were exposed to the real world were starting to feel the cold, pricking at her barely covered skin. The chill biting her bare feet on the harsh wooden floors the most.
When she shivered, to try to curl herself more into his warmth, a light groan was still pulled from them both when the angle made Shino’s cock run along her front sensitive walls, her already-filled core constricting further at the mind-dazzling friction.
“Tenten,” she whined, his lava-hot breath crawling over her bare arm and shoulder, the stark contrast making her even colder than before, “You said you would be still-”
“I know, I know, and I meant to this time,” she said, blowing air onto her frozen fingers, her curled hands pressing between them to help capture the small amount of heat she could give them. “I’m just cold.”
Wearing the barely-anything-there, curve-hugging, dress to tease him was good in theory, not in long-term practice.
“Stay still.”
His hands on her waist, both of them, forced her to sit back, making her mourn the loss of his heat and simultaneously worship how the slight movement felt like a beautiful grind of his embedded cock against her clamped-down walls, her spine half bending in what she hoped was provocatively over his desk, her elbows finding the wood to help establish her, her hair curling around and over her neck and clavicle.
Tenten felt Shino’s gaze slither over her, heating her insides and making a warmth pool in her abdomen before her body shivered again and ruined the moment.
Reaching down, Shino gave the baggy jumper he wore a hefty tug before pulling it over his head. When the neck hole freed him, his sunglasses had become slightly wonky, and his hair was swept attractively to the right, begging for her hands to run through the strands. Half his face was bathed in a mysterious shadow before, with a shake, he righted it.
His gorgeous pale skin wasn’t on show, not as much as her sinful mind wanted, his lightly muscled chest and toned abs not available for her eyes and hands and tongue and teeth to take hold of, to leave bruises or bite outlines on but his arm now was. As he lowered his arms bringing the jumper with him, his arms encircling her, a wave of warm Shino smell coming with it, Tenten’s hands glided up and down his lightly engaged biceps. His skin was smooth and soft, while the muscle beneath was the exact opposite. His hive hummed low under her lips when she placed a kiss on it.
“Wear this.”
Both of them moved to allow Shino to put the jumper on her. Tenten offered her lightly stretched arms, and Shino found the cuff of the sleeves to put around her wrists. He rubbed the sleeves up her arms and poured heat into her, making her feel warmer already before moving to slot it over her head and hair.
She was surrounded and engulfed in his scent, even more potent than before. His forest smell swirled with the scent of heat. Tenten paused in it, her core heating up even more, her lungs relaxing in the warmth as he pulled it further past her waist till the bottom hem tucked itself under her barely covered cheeks. His forearms rested on her spread thighs, his large gentle hands practically cupping her ass just long enough for the mental image of him swiping his hands down and over her to form in her mind.
When only Tenten’s head popped out of the neck hole, her vision changed back to her caring boyfriend rather than the pure grey of the inside of the jumper. She shot him a smile. She saw Shino gain one of his own before leaning forward to place a kiss on her forehead, making her toes curl for reasons of delight and not the cold.
Adjusting his fleece even more around her, releasing her trapped hair from its confides brought a trickle of air right at the top of her spine, letting it fan out around her shoulders and down her back like a chocolate-coloured curtain. Shino rubbed his hands along her now covered arms and sides, the baggy thick material moving with it emphasising how wonderfully his hands fit around her trim waist as she leant up to nuzzle her nose against his.
Another glee-filled sigh left her at the casual grip her opening gave him cock then. As if wanting to be able to thank all of him for taking care of her.
Shino kissed her. She could feel he meant for it to be a lingering one by how he was already breaking the contact of their lips. Still, her hands slammed over his jaw, her fingers threading into his hair to keep him there to give her the leverage to force his mouth to open and plunge her tongue into his mouth, not bothering to try to hold back her moan at his dark, delicious taste.
The sleeves of his given jumper were longer than any she owned. Sliding around her palms easily, they meant only her fingers met his skin. Wondering fingertips glazed over his high cheekbones and down his strong jaw before letting her nails drag down his neck. Feeling the tendons under his skin move with his gulp, his mouth opened wider, his tongue licking along her teeth like he wanted to taste every part of her.
Her mind practically sang when Shino’s fist tightened further in her hair, his nails narrowly avoiding her scalp, but his vibrating fingers pulsed against her skull so intensely that her vision blurred. She knew he was affected as she was by only being deeply joined like they were. Not being able to hide how wound up he was from the hive under his skin, buzzing in response. It was all so thrilling.
Tenten’s core gave another tight, appreciating squeeze. A wispy gasp escaped her when his cock vibrated lowly, making her clamp down harder. The fireworks it created fanned out over her entire bottom half, the dying ends filtering back down to her core to settle heavily.
When Shino pulled away, deflecting her next attempt at drawing him back into another heart-stopping kiss with a dip of his head, her lips caught his jawbone instead; she wasn’t deterred. Dipping her head down, Tenten’s plump lips pulled back far, allowing her teeth to sink into his throat, his pulse pounding, his hive buzzing, in her mouth even more so when she pressed her stretched-out tongue flat against his heated skin.
The light but commanding fist in her hair and the jerk he gave to detach her teeth from his flesh made sparks shoot down over her scalp and down to her abdomen. Shino never pulled her hair. He ran his fingers through it whenever he was given the chance, brushing it for her at night when she allowed herself to relax enough to enjoy it but never pulled it.
“Soon.”
That one word made her groan. Soon wasn’t soon enough.
When Shino brought her back to him with a cradled head hold and a caressing hand firmly placed in the dip of her waist, her fingers clenched in the thin material of his t-shirt, admiring the muscles Tenten knew were beneath it, her digits shaking from the strain of holding herself back. She wanted to have him, to have him heave her into his arms and press her into the bed in the other room and rock with her until they both came undone so hard it was so nearly impossible to hold back. The taste of his sweat, still heavy in her mouth, made her tongue lick along her plump, bitten lips to make her gather more.
Again, his arm found a home around her while his other picked up his pen. The light sounds of the nib hitting the paper, after she felt him release a steadying exhale and prolonged peck into her hair, sounded less fluent than before. When he lifted his pen to set it down a moment later to end a sentence, the sound was so harsh in the air that it sounded like he was jamming it through the paper and into the wood itself.
Shino’s left arm didn’t stay still this round. It shifted and flowed over her like water, switching between light fingertips dancing over her covered back or arms as if physically representing his thinking. To near-violent grabs of her hips or waist, his palm sliding up along her form once for his hand to mould itself around her tit and grab so hard she mewled behind her teeth. His hive vibrating under the flesh of his slender fingers right over her hardening nipple made her squirm in his lap. They both groaned, hers a more desperate whine than his throaty hiss of one before his hand traced her back down to relax to mould into the gentlemanly hand at the bottom of her spine again. The entire scene played out so quickly that Tenten’s lust-filled mind nearly had to wonder if she had vividly imagined the whole thing. The residual vibrations of her breast let her know Shino had indeed made her putty in his hand before resuming his reports as if her quivering in his lap didn’t affect him at all.
The kisses he placed on her head through her tresses made her melt even more when his hand embedded itself in her hair and buzzed along her scalp, sending those pleasant tickling shockwaves in the way Shino knew she loved. Tenten felt pressure at the side of her eyes when she moved her body to follow his hand as it travelled down her form again, and a distinct wet sound punctured through the air, not hidden at all by the ruffling of clothes or his chair.
She was soaked, so turned on from sitting with every inch of him stuffing her full for she didn’t even know how long. A few minutes? An hour? Five? Was it even still the same day? Her inner thighs were drenched, the wetness sitting on her skin making her thighs feel the need to clamp down, her base instinct to hide it. The heat in her cheeks made her rub her face along his soft t-shirt, with the stiff muscles underneath. Her chocolate-unfocused eyes closed to intensify the already intense sensations threatening to overwhelm her.
Any tiny shift felt as if she was being electrocuted, the sparks racing all over her, lighting up every nerve she had, setting off a vision-halting, cunt-clenching, toe-curling blast right before it fizzled out, leaving her breathless.
Her impatient body clawing at him, loving the way the fabric of his given jumper caressed her skin, leaving a necklace of kisses just above the line of his t-shirt before pulling the hem just enough for her tongue to be able to lick along his collarbone, to blow along the spit she left and delight in feeling him shiver and his hive hum with it.
Shino might have told her to wait, and he might have the outward appearance of being held together and undisrupted by resting in her, but the hive under his skin betrayed his cool, calm exterior.
The inconstant slow vibrations under his skin that she could feel, through grazes to his neck, caress up his arms, lips on his jaw, a squeeze of his cock, fluctuated from harsh, sudden blasts that made her need to muffle desperate keens to lingering pulses that Tenten could barely feel or hear over her thumping heartbeat. Enough to keep her wound up but never enough for more, to bring her to where the edge was in her distant sight but in no way sufficient to get her to and over. Tenten didn’t know if she had ever been so tight without the friction of him that pushing and pulling out her gave.
A roll of her hips, that tiny amount of pressure shooting up her spine, made a thought penetrate through the unmoving lust-filled fog in her brain.
Could she cum just like this?
Suppose she could shuffle her hand between them to roll lazy circles on her now puffy sensitive clit, or even better, Shino, with the vibrating fingers, do it instead and just keep him stuffed in her. Stretching her like he was, to the brink. With sparks of pressure on her clit she would cum, moaning into his shoulder, maybe with a sob at how intense it would be. At the same time, he wouldn’t blink; keep on writing like nothing was happening. Perhaps she could even drag another slowly built orgasm out of her, maybe even enough to pull one out of him too, feeling him shooting it into her in slow twitches of his dick, warm wetness painting her insides, feeling the rest of him spasm under her. She could whisper into his ear, could feel every drop, thank him for his cum but telling him she needed more as she pressed her fingers against his that still hovered over her clit, silently, telling him to get back to work on making her cunt pull his next load from him.
And Tenten could take it.
All the cum he gave, filling her up until she was so full she could barely breathe, and another, and another until hours later. Neither of them having the muscle strength to remain upright like they were. She would revel in how Shino had moulded from the solid, concentrating, straight-edged shinobi to a shaking, begging, whining shell, just like her. They would slide off the chair to drop onto the living room floor. Breathless and sweaty and dehydrated and reeking of cum, as it started to leak out of her abused hole and over the floorboards.
She could see clear as day. Shino using the last of his energy to grab her hipbone with a grip so tight he bruised her skin and forced her back on him to stop her from losing anymore. She would love that.
Shino’s hips shifted again, and a deep moan was pulled out of her. Her thoughts had made her cunt tighten so much it verged on pain. The way he whispered her name. Dark, throaty, anguished. Only made her clench harder before she relaxed her inner muscles again.
“Your; moaning; in my ear does not help me concentrate.”
Had she been? When thinking about dragging his cum out of his cock while he worked with her clit? She hadn’t even noticed. Tenten had been so mentally deep in her fantasy.
“I know, I know, I’m sorry, Shino,” Tenten barely recognised her own voice, rough and raw from how hard she had been panting. She wasn’t sorry at all, not in the slightest; everything felt too good to be apologetic about it, “I just love your cock so much.”
His head came down to press into the side of her neck; his lips vibrated along her pulse point, making her suck in an unsteady but needed breath, her mind far too floaty, drunk of the feel of him never leaving her cunt, to care about the slight sting the press of his sunglasses gave into the underside of her jaw.
The Kikaichu under his skin gave a rumbling vibration, and then her forehead pressed into his chest, causing him to groan.
“That also does not help.”
His teeth clashed against each other as he spoke, all that pent-up energy with nowhere to go. It was all so attractive, sensual, and invigorating to her, but only because it was him.
There was no one else Tenten wanted to do this with, no one else she wanted to be so connected to. There was nowhere else she would rather be than on Shino’s lap, feeling his hive hum lowly under his skin in response to her fleeting touches, listening to him sigh into her hair before Shino blessed her with a string of light kisses, to be able to clench around him and pull him in as deep as physically possible.
She couldn’t put into words how thankful she was for that day when she had accidentally bumped into his hand and felt that first startling vibration of his hive, leading to that whirlwind encounter in the training field that slid into the most pleasurable, emotional encounter of her life when they went back to her apartment—unlocking this hidden powerful, sensual, expressive side of him. To think she might never have gotten to see it, to be on the receiving end of such an adoring, unrestricted Shino, that she might never been able to know and experience all the ways he enriched her life now, that she wouldn’t be able to make him as happy as he made her, it made her unable to breathe, and Tenten’s eyes slam shut for an entirely different reason that what had been pulled it out of her since she sat in his lap.
“Thank you, Shino. Thank you for being with me,” her arms curled around his shoulders like a snake, threading her fingers into his softer-than-silk hair. Pressing her nose to the sensitive spot right behind his ear allowed her to take the deepest, slowest inhale of her life and breathe in his scent of the forest and earth, all things natural entangling with his heat. She could even smell a touch of their joint precum. There was so much of it, even with her clamped down so full on his cock. “Thank you for letting me sit on you while you work.”
Tenten thought she heard the sound of plastic snapping from behind her. Still, she didn’t have time for the thought to fully form as the next second, she was roughly pulled back, and Shino’s lips were slamming over hers, their teeth bashing off each other so sharply it rippled up and around her skull before Shino fixed the angle, muffling her keen with his tongue forcing its way down her throat. His fists tugged at her hair to move her jaw as far back as her neck would allow without twisting off.
“This; is what you wanted from the beginning.”
His voice was as deep as before, but the rumbling growl that crawled up his throat was distinctly new. His hive flaring to life under his flesh made her entire body tremble from the wall of vibration and the heat in her core that came with it.
It was very much what Tenten wanted. To have that iron-clad self-control willpower of his snap like a twig with just her sopping cunt, a handful of kisses and a few praises of his cock.
“Yeah, yes, yes.”
Through his kisses, wild and forceful, pouring out the frustration that had been mounting, pulling deep guttural moans from her, barely recognisable from around Shino’s unrelenting affection. He ripped his jumper back off her, only separating their mouths and tongues and teeth long enough to yank the final part over her head. Shino initially gave it to her in such a caring gesture when he was still in control of himself, but now the opposite. The hoodie was thrown to the floor without a care, his free hands back on her again. His warmer-than-normal fingers gliding and grabbing at her made a fresh wave of goosebumps slither over her, light shivers following their path, sighs and stunted gasps being pulled from her as if on strings only he could pull.
“Then start; working.”
Despite giving Tenten the indirect order to work herself up and down on his painfully hard cock like she already knew she could, Shino grabbed handfuls of her ass and started pulling her up and down on his dick without pause.
No friction whatsoever to stop her from riding him, slipping and sliding up and down on his cock without any restraint, sloppy sounds of their joint precum squelching with every meeting of their hips, her whines, and his grunts through his teeth, not able to dampen them. Tenten’s hair swinging around her, her tits bouncing with such weight that her chest already stung. Her mind rejoiced as her inner walls clamped down hard with her movements, grappling with every second of delicious grinding she was on the receiving end of.
Grabbing the straps of her dress, Shino pulled them down to her elbows, her chest bare to him now, her chest practically springing free of the material with the force he ripped it down with; Shino wasted no time at attaching his lips around one hard nipple and letting his hive vibrate through his wet hot tongue in the way that still made her cry out just like the first time.
The material was now pulling at the joint of her arms so tight it restricted her movements meaning Tenten could only grip her hands in his sweat-drenched t-shirt for stability to find the leverage to bounce herself on his cock, the strip of his waist now displayed showed his pale skin tensing over impressive lower abs Tenten wished she could dig her nails into right then. She slipped and slid along his length from base to tip in long strokes, letting gravity slam her back down, stars bursting at the sides of her vision, drool escaping out of the corner of her parted, bitten plump lips.
So much action after hardly any, barely scraps, made her whine low in her throat. So good. So good. Shino felt, everything felt, so good. He managed to fist a hand in her hair just behind her neck to pull her half back on top of him, forcing her to bend at the waist, their open, panting mouths grazing the others. She could eat his exhales, breathe her own into him like Oxygen.
“You could not even; wait; for me to be done.”
“N-No.”
“You needed me so; badly; you could not wait.”
Shino’s tone, so low, rumbling, made his hive buzz in response to the excitement in his chest; her breasts half pushed up against him, shaking with the beats, and her hardened nipples sliding over his top made her toes curl.
There was amazement in his words. Even after all the time they had been together, romantically and physically, Shino still couldn't believe she wanted him over anyone else. She hated how hard he could be on himself and couldn’t see all the fantastic ways he outshined everyone in her eyes.
“No, couldn’t-couldn’t wait,” pressing forward in an uncoordinated slapping of their lips and teeth, she kissed him. Tenten needed him to swallow her words, chew them up, digest them, absorb them into his very bloodstream so they would flow into his dick and make it hard so Shino could pay her back by fucking them back into her in the future, “wanted you.”
His hand snuck around her back, taking hold of her shoulder and forcing her down as far as she could go with her bounces. The sparks shooting up her spine became dazzling, jaw-dropping fireworks, the twinge of pain it created only making them burn that little bit brighter.
“Tell me; tell me what you wanted.”
Shino always asked her that when they were together and intimate, he wanted to know she was being taken care of, that she was enjoying herself, that he wasn’t hurting her, and that he was giving her everything she wanted, needed, craved.
“Wanted-wanted you in me, wanted all your attention. Wanted-” her fingernails slunk down to dig down into his sides to claw onto a thread of stability trembling so severely she might combust, “Wanted to be full.”
“And? Are you?” He pushed her down, held her tight with every inch in, his cock vibrating in several harsh and powerful bursts making her keen; Tenten would never get enough of that feeling, like riding actual lightning that threatened to ignite her from the inside, “Are you full?”
She hoped for anything and everything; her whine, at a pitch so high the back of her throat complained, was answer enough.
His head fell back against the headrest of his chair, his fringe swaying heavily from the sweat on his brow. His thin lips were red and angry-looking, and the muscles of his neck under his skin were tense.
“I could not stop thinking about you even; before; I was inside you.”
Tenten understood that even if Shino’s gaze briefly fell back on his abandoned work and unfinished reports, as it did for that split second, his attention was still entirely on her. It sents a thrill over her, putting an extra bounce into her next drop-down on his cock.
“I am sure I have only written about you. A report of what you mean to me. How you; tempt; me. How; beautiful; you are,” Shino sighed long and low, his hands pushing the bottom of her dress higher. Feeling him watch where they were joined, watching her take every inch of his cock inside her willingly, wantingly, made her slam back down and grind forward into his hips. She could see his lips part in a way that screamed; he was imagining tasting her, “How you are my undoing.”
She loved his voice and the melodic way he spoke, like a caress all on its own. “Shino, kiss me.”
Their lips met again somehow with more teeth, more tongue, more passion and love and need than before. Never stopping in her hips pushing down on him or his thrusts up into her. A kiss as messy and uncoordinated as it was intense and broken up by needing to moan into the mouth of the other. A little spit ran down from the corner of her mouth from how messy their kisses had become.
“Can you please-?” With her arms mostly still held hostage at her sides by the straps of her dress, Tenten was able to pull up the bottom of it to show where they were joined; she could feel wetness along the bottom edge, her small slither of covering material soaked in their sweat and precum. “My-My-”
His thumb was pressed into the crevice of her clit the next moment; the first press he gave was slightly off position, the pressing of her lower lips making her hiss in biting pain but a minuscule slide to the left and up made her cry out.
“Here?”
“Yes, yes.”
If Tenten didn’t cum soon, she might burst or cry or fall apart. If Shino didn’t cum with her, she would do all those things and more.
All it took were a few more small bounces with both his thumb and his cock vibrating, pulsing in her, and one low desperate honey smooth sounding command to cum, for all the build-up to explode behind her scrunched-up eyeballs and under her shaking fingers.
All motor control of her limbs left her falling into his chest, her face buried in his neck as Tenten moaned and whined and sobbed frantically as her inner muscles gave what felt like the harshest clenches and releases in the most mind-wiping toe-curling, spine-tingling orgasm of her life. The clenches were so hard she could feel it in her chest, constricting her lungs and shutting down her thoughts.
Her body was nothing more than a jittering ragdoll as Shino grabbed her to him and continued to thrust up into her in uncoordinated, frenzied, wet slaps. The high, angry squeaks of the chair below were easily ignored.
Pushing himself over the edge only moments later, showing Shino was once again waiting for her to find her completion first, he drove his hot wet cum into her to fill her up just like she fantasised about when Tenten was forced to sit still. Her tired mind melted and sang at the warmth that shot into her, painting her willing insides. A whispered thank you from her abused lips, one she didn’t even mean to say, made him curl even more around her. His hands hold tighter; his fingers press deeper into her tanned skin; another pulse of cum to fill her.
Shino’s mouth was so wide his jaw surely ached, pressed against the expansion of her neck so close she assumed he could taste her raging pulse but never biting, only breathing hard boiling gasps into her already burning skin. She was the biter; she loved nibbling his soft flesh while he pressed kisses in return. He wouldn’t hurt her even a little. There wasn’t a single circumstance where he would.
The thought made her tired, unsteady fingers curl in his top, her baby and ring fingertips catching a graze of his heated, sweaty skin at his hip, and her head curl to the side to place a kiss on his temple.
They didn’t move for a long time, her lips remaining against his scalp, his head falling back onto the headrest with his arms holding her close, his hands and fingers stretched wide to have as much of her as he could, her lazily clenching cunt still giving aftershock grips of his softening cock firmly inside her to get the last drips of cum he had to offer to join the bulk.
Every part of both of them was soaking. The entirety of his thighs from her dripping her precum on him, the top of his trousers from their joint juices and because of the thick jumper she had been wearing before Shino ripped it off her, the bottom of it was most likely damp with it as well.
They stank of sweat. Tenten could feel her long hair sticking to her arms and neck. The saliva in her mouth tasted thicker, making her need to chew on it to be able to swallow it and take a deep breath into her lungs, which still burned in a way no fight had ever made them. Hearing and feeling Shino’s heavy breathing made her chest try to copy his movements, taking in as much air as he did.
Even with all that, she felt deliriously happy, and the last of her physical energy pulled her lips into a smile.
After Tenten felt him arch his back and stretch his neck, Shino pulled the straps of her dress up with far more finesse than he had yanked it down. With the hoops of the material laid flat by his first two fingers readjusting them, straightening her dress for all the good it did after he had thoroughly ravished her, unable to pull it down far as she was still firmly in his lap.
Nudging her head up, he slotted their lips together in a long, searching swipe. Her arms, now free of their strap confines and giving new tingles from the blood flow, swung around his shoulders, ungracefully heavy and weighty, bringing him closer as his ever-supportive hands found their way to her lower back and bottom of her spine.
Once again, her head rested against his, a content smile blooming as she felt Shino place kisses along her shoulder. When Tenten could blink her hazy chocolate eyes, her vision slotting back into place, she took in the messy state of his usually pristine desk. Papers scattered, a glass organiser overturned, throwing his stationary all over the wood, and the pile of reports he had completed had also fallen over.
She couldn’t help asking the playful question of-
“Did you finish your report?”
His no was breathily winded, making his hot breath dance over her flushed skin.
“That was your goal; was it not?” Even when Shino attempted to tell her off, he still ran his fingers through her hair, dragging his lips over the dip at the bottom of her neck and along the underside of her jaw, “To keep me from my work.”
Tenten's smile, still hidden under the curtain of his hair, said guilty as charged. His arms rewarded her chuckle, which still held her firmly in a loving embrace squeezed lightly.
“Okay, come get a shower with me,” it took everything in Tenten to lift her head off the comfortable hidey-hole that was Shino’s spikey chestnut hair, giving her a small but lovely smile when she came into his view. Her first two fingers brushed through his damp hair, pushing some of his stuck-down fringe away from his face; he was even more gorgeous, covered in sweat with flushed sex cheeks, “And then I’ll make us something to eat.”
She owed him that much for getting him far off track with his work.
“I am not allowed to work; and now you wish to poison me.”
He caught her fist, which was about to smack against his shoulder in a playful hit, and kissed the side of her forefinger instead. Her mind danced at the light vibration his lips gave against her skin.
“How about an alternative? You; will; leave me to finish this report,” the slight raise of his thin eyebrow and the corner of Shino’s mouth told her that the offer was non-negotiable. Tenten couldn’t even begin to understand how he would be able to concentrate after everything.
If Shino could sit there in the residual smell of their cum and sweat, not have his mind drift back to her bouncing on his dick in the very chair he sat on, he was mentally stronger than even she gave him credit for. “And then; we will go somewhere for dinner.”
He had barely finished his sentence before the raw nerves in her inner walls flicked to life again at his softening even further cock sliding down, threatening to leave her altogether, her whole body tingling as if he had run his hot tongue along her pulse point, Shino could feel it too by how his lips pulled back over his teeth for that moment. She gave a tiny shift, already feeling dribbles of cum making it past where they remained joined, keeping the main brunt of the load plugged in her.
One final long kiss, the ones they both adored, ones that made them both feel loved and safe during and after being intimate, was all that Tenten could afford to steal remaining in his lap. She could feel him softening even more. As much as she didn’t want to move, he was rapidly losing any remaining hardness he had.
“When-When I get up,” shifting again, she felt a new trail of wetness drip down her thigh, drenching even more of Shino’s half-down trousers. Her thighs trembled so severely that Shino slid his hands down them, “It’s going to go everywhere.”
After a few deep inhales through her nostrils, the heavy smell of sweat and the little cum that had already escaped her settled so far in her nose that she could taste it. She finally pursed her lips together, and with one hand on his upper arm and one behind her on his knee, she planted her feet on the cold floor and pushed herself to stand. Unable to stop the groan of disappointment, when Shino slid entirely out of her the rest of the way in one soggy-sounding move.
Tenten’s inner muscles gripped hard to keep his cum in her as she, as quickly as her unsteady legs would allow, in what she was sure was an unattractive move, shuffled back on the balls of her feet and away from his chair. Shino moved back as well, his office chair’s backrest smacking audibly off the desk, causing the already scattered mess to shake and rattle further, allowing him to right his clothes, the dampness coating his cock immediately darkening his grey trousers to create an almost black patch.
When Tenten felt a large amount of his cum trickle out of her abused opening and down her thighs, she couldn’t stop a pained whine from leaving her, crawling up her throat and pushing through her tightly pressed lips. The smell that came with it shot up her nose, making her press her legs together more.
Without asking her, without any words at all, Shino’s left hand found her hip, a gentle pull towards him counteracting her moving away to make her still. At the same time, the other slid in between her clenched-together thighs, the back and palm of his hand sliding his way up her leg in a way that showed off his toned bicep and tendons in his wrist, him moving his hand flat, pushing against her plump flesh moving it out of the way baring her abused opening. Tenten’s built up sun-kissed body and the dark pink of her heightened lower lips starkly contrasted his pale skin. When Shino, with never-shifting eyes on her face, which most likely showed long she hadn’t taken a breath in. Her gaze fixated on his hand, and exploring fingers pressed his palm flush against her. A bolt sped up her spine, her toes curling, trying to stay standing.
Feeling her inner muscles try to grasp around nothing; she let some cum drip over his hand to gather in his palm in a white semi-see-through pool as if it was a precious substance that needed to be collected and savoured.
She couldn’t stop herself from watching, her chocolate eyes going even wider, her damping nerves giving a tired flare when Shino pushed his first two fingers fully into her the next second, and Tenten could feel more of both their collective cum gush out of her, hear the wetness, smell it being released into the air around her like a physical weight pushing her to the floor. Instinctively grabbing his arm with trembling hands and keeping him where he was, nails dragging his skin, she watched the previously only mildly damp sweat skin of his hand and wrist become drenched in their juices, the squelch of him pushing his fingers in more profound, moving his dexterous digits in what felt like a lazy beckoning motion, echoed in her ears and skull making her temporarily deaf to anything else.
“Does that; hurt?”
His voice was deep and gravelly, unlike before when she bounced in his lap—experimental, testing, observant. In a way that made her feel as if she was on display like never before. Any blood she had to spare rushed to her face, making Tenten feel even more lightheaded.
When she had been so stunned watching him push his cum back in her with his fingers, the rest of her mind had switched off. She hadn’t had the higher thought abilities for pain, but now that he mentioned it-
“It stings, but only a bit. I-I feel a little raw.”
Even saying the word made her give another tighter clench around his probing fingers, the unfamiliar mixture of humiliation at standing in the living room dripping over him and thrill at the action of him pushing his cum deeper into her making her need to swallow thickly.
When he apologised, she quickly told him it was okay in that breathy tone that betrayed her and told him what she was about to say even before she said it.
“It’s kinda hot.”
Shino took his fingers out in a single long pull, flicking more of their juices over her thighs and his arm; despite the sting, Tenten missed the stretch of them, more of their cum splashing onto the floor with it, even feeling drips of it splash up onto her bare feet.
She felt empty without it. Without being loaded with his seed, without his cock stretching her as wide as she thought possible, without his fingers pushing the cum that left her back in to fill her again.
Tenten’s hazy, sinful, foggy mind wondered how quickly Shino could get hard again, let her sit on him while he worked again, so next time they could be more thoughtful about it. To not move for another hour no matter how much dribbled over their thighs, to let her body absorb every drop he gave her, to remain with his cock completely resting in her even after he had gone entirely soft, keeping their joint juices in her for as long as they could, keeping that body to body connection she adored for as long as possible.
Shino raised his right hand, the one covered in them, without saying a word. His fingers flexed as the light from above reflected off their fluids, emphasising how much there was. He swiped his left hand's first two fingers through it, the pads rubbing against each other, spreading the thin liquid over his pale skin. Her heart pounded in her ears when she saw a few small ways his face scrunched up to show he was thinking.
It was such a waste. That should be in her.
Next thing, his hands were on her jaw, and Shino was kissing her, their cum now painting her cheeks as it did her thighs and his arms.
“How will I; ever; be able to focus on anything other than you this evening to get my work done?”
The laugh she let out made her inner muscles, after all the abuse they had taken, grip painfully, making her legs finally give way, nearly falling over with the force of it if Shino hadn’t been as quick as he was to catch her.
Tenten’s feet kicked out, her laugh turning into a long line of silly giggles in his grasp when he brought her into his arms and gentlemanly carried her to the bathroom.
After bringing them both into the bathroom as an extra treat for her eyes, he quickly scrubbed himself in the attached shower before giving her a warm bath to lie and relax in as he finished his reports that she had interrupted him completing in the first place.
The loud snort Tenten let out after she had washed, dried, and changed and found Shino had moved to her cramped, cluttered desk and opened the window beside it as wide as it could go was enough to make him look around with another annoyed pull of his eyebrows.
A smug part of her knowing the memories of his office chair and the smells of sweat and cum in the room would be too much to let him concentrate.
It was also hard for her not to notice Shino was extra touchy when they were out that evening. He held her hand throughout dinner, using his non-dominant hand to eat with. He kept a loose arm around her waist as they made their way to the free table they were guided to, pulling her into long hugs seemingly at random during their walk.
Tenten truly felt like she could fly. She felt so light, and her cheeks hurt from smiling so wide.
When Tenten realised it was getting late, with the moon high above them and the night sky now a beautiful blend of the darkest blue and beginnings of black, she suggested they head home.
Shino tugged on her hand, indicating he wanted them to go right when her apartment was left. She followed, her free hand wrapping around his upper arm as he told her where they were going when she asked, only making her give a single laugh in question.
“Why do you wanna go to the stationary shop?”
“Earlier,” the slight turn of his head, making her look up at him to meet the gaze she could feel dragging its way over the slope of her neck and lowering of his tone told her precisely what part of earlier Shino was implying, “I broke my favourite pen.”
“Huh? What? Oh-” The sound of plastic being broken just before his willpower exploded in a brilliant blaze of tongue and teeth came flooding back to her. “I thought I imagined that!”
No matter how open Shino was with his touches in public that evening, she still looked around, seeing no one they knew and no one looking their way. Tenten pushed up on her tiptoes and kissed his lips, nothing more than a fleeting peck that threatened to ignite and relight all her nerves in the best way if she lingered any longer. The slow drag of his fingers down her cheek made it harder to pull away.
“Come on,” slipping her hand back into his, she started them down the street again, “I’ll buy you a new one. My treat!”
“I will buy several; why? Just in case I am to break another.”
Just the implication of what that meant made her start to feel warm again. Her pulse picked up, her head tilted back, her eyes half closed, and a teasing smile drifted over her features. “Yeah?”
Leaning Shino’s forehead against hers, even if it made them a little unsteady in their following footsteps, made her feel like she might catch fire.
“Yes.”
Tenten’s fingers gave a not-subtle squeeze around his. Delighted that she wouldn’t have to wait long before sitting on him again.