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Karin wipes her cherry painted lips clean with the back of her hand; the lipstick smudges, staining her chin red, but Ino can’t find a single thing to fault in her appearance. Her lover is a beautiful woman, with a fiery assertiveness and equally scorching, red-hot locks of hair framing a fierce face.
She’s undeniably gorgeous.
Karin chuckles, warm, and Ino is endlessly fond of her. The way she’s looking at her sets all of her nerves aflame, igniting every one of her senses and causing the fine hairs on her arms to rise from the overwhelming sensation. It’s remarkably similar to the effect killing intent has on someone; pleasure and fear aren’t that far off, she has come to understand, and even with nothing to fear the instincts of a kunoichi don’t just shut off in an intimate encounter.
Being eyed like Karin wants to eat her alive is nerve wracking. Ino falls into the ecstasy of it without hesitation. She may not be able to ignore the expected alarm that flares up whenever someone stares at her, but here, in her bedroom with Karin watching over her, she knows she can bask in the enveloping thrill without being at risk of harm.
Karin laughs once more, before the feeling of being watched, hunted, disappears like it was never there. Ino huffs, rolls her eyes, but doesn’t comment. There’s no point; not when her partner knows exactly how good it makes her feel.
“Precious little thing,” Karin huffs in amusement, and well, she’s not wrong. Ino is precious, she knows it, so she smiles. Karin grins back at her, a sharp expression filled with playful mockery and teeth, and Ino desperately wants more.
Her untouched cunt aches, wetness pooling between her thighs and further soaking the expensive pair of underwear she had purchased with Karin in mind back on a mission to Kirigakure.
For all the terrifying shinobi the country produces, they proved to have a taste for delicacies Ino hasn’t been able to find in Konoha.
But expensive doesn’t mean long-lasting, and Ino can tell that the material is beyond saving just from how sticky they are– a real feat considering Karin still hasn’t done anything more than play with her nipples and occasionally bounce her knee, grinding Ino’s center against hard-earned muscle.
Ino’s chest isn’t even that sensitive normally, but the way Karin has been teasing her with chaste touches that lingered just long enough to leave her wanting before pulling away, flashing a cheeky smirk or a cute closed-eye smile, has her nearly shaking from sensitivity.
Even the slightest touch is enough to rip a gasp from her right now, a fact that her long-term girlfriend seems more than keen to take advantage of. Devious, devil of a woman, Ino mentally curses her.
“Dammit, Karin. This isn’t fair. Been so, so good for you.” She tugs experimentally at the restraints binding her hands behind her back, whining low in her throat when the baby blue rope doesn’t give an inch. If it were just standard rope, she’d have been able to escape, but her clever girlfriend had lived and learned that particular lesson. Chakra-infused rope with a seal tag is a different sort of bastard Ino can’t combat. “Don’t you want to make me feel good too?”
Her arms are out of commision, the rope wrapping around both of her limbs starting just below her elbows and continuing down to her wrists. She can feel the knot digging into the curve of her spine, the obnoxious bow rubbing against her overheated skin. “Fucking hell, Karin. Please.”
The plea was torn from her throat unconsciously, and Ino already despairs at the ribbing she’ll receive for it. It’s how this entire night had started after all, with Karin saying she could get her to say pretty please for me and while it wasn’t verbatim, Ino isn’t a sore enough loser to deny that she had just lost spectacularly. And will be hearing about it for ages after this, damnit!
But right now, she’s pent up enough to swallow her pride, choosing instead to take the higher road; fluttering her eyelashes prettily and pushing her lips into an enticing pout, Ino focuses on doing her best to show Karin just how far she’s willing to go for the pleasure of her touch with her glassy eyes alone.
Her throat is dry despite the water Karin had her sip at in intervals before she had initially pulled Ino onto her lap, and Ino’s attention is focused solely on the woman beneath her, all of her fuzzy, half-formed thoughts stuttering to a halt the moment Karin raises her leg, causing Ino to fall forward against her girlfriend’s chest while her needy cunt finally experiences the most delightful friction.
Ino had been hoping to convince Karin to untie her and finger her until she sobbed, but if this is what she’s getting then she’ll accept it with grace even if she wants more. Really, she’ll even welcome the feeling of Karin’s hands returning to her heaving breasts at this point– she’s desperate for anything she can get.
“Oh? Did you finally learn your manners?” Karin blinks at her, swiping a pink, wet , tongue over her bottom lip, cat-like and intimidating. Ino eyes her tongue with blatant, heady desire. “But baby, you were talking so big earlier, weren’t you? Ran your mouth for miles, telling me there was– how did you put it? 'No chance in hell.' Don’t complain just yet; I’ve been meaning to teach my cute little princess some patience anyways. It plays nicely into the lesson in manners, I believe.”
A fresh wave of tears coats Ino’s flushed cheeks, salting her lips as her vision goes blurry. She can’t deny that she had, perhaps, initiated this by challenging Karin. Nothing good comes from challenging an Uzumaki, and she knew that, but her lover just looks so good when she’s fired up with drive. Ino can’t be blamed for wanting to encourage that passion.
It was cute at the time, a bit of harmless fun at her lover’s expense.
She’s paying for it now. Karin always gets the last laugh.
“Say sorry, won’t you, princess?” Karin shifts, pressing her knee between Ino’s legs with more force. With a firm grip on her waist, Karin guides her movements, smile widening at every gasp and curse she lets out.
Ino would attempt to withhold her voice for revenge, but the fabric of Karin’s casual wear is rough on her clit even with her panties still in the way, and each slow drag is torturous. She should resign as the Head of T&I tomorrow, give Karin a chance to run the place; it’s clearly her calling in life.
When Karin lets go, Ino almost falls forward once more but manages to steady herself before eyeing her lover hesitantly. The redhead quirks a brow before jutting her chin in a wordless command, and Ino doesn’t waste a moment more.
Without any way to steady herself, Ino has no choice but to rely on core strength to keep herself upright as she grinds her hips against Karin’s thigh, anxious for any sort of stimulation no matter how degrading this method of achieving pleasure is.
Still, the way Karin coos teasingly at the sight has her eyelashes fluttering before she squeezes her eyes shut tight. “Tell me what you are?”
Eyes still closed, she swallows harshly, preparing herself to say the words she knows Karin wants to hear. So embarrassing, Ino moans. “Sorry, alright? I’m sorry for teasing you. Just let me cum already.”
It takes real effort to swallow down the fuck you that’s dying to follow those words; Karin better be grateful for her show of restraint.
“Hmm.” Karin’s eyes flash, and Ino can tell she wants her just as much. “I guess I’ll forgive you, if you cry prettily enough for me when you cum.”