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Genma Week #Day3 Prompt: Friendship
@genmaweek2026
You and Genma step out of the room and head down the hallway towards the Hokages office. As you two walk you take a couple of deep grounding breaths trying to calm your racing heart before meeting with the Hokage. You’re walking several paces ahead of Genma, he doesn’t see you biting your lips in anticipation for later. Weeks, it’s been weeks since you last two had sex, and knowing that it was now on the schedule had you stressing.
Fuck you needed a cigarette. Meanwhile Genma kept maintaining a professional distance that felt entirely unnatural to him. He kept his gaze forward, his expression was that calm, impartial mask of a jōunin, but his mind was miles away from the Hokage's office. He was already imagining the sound of your door clicking shut the sight of your tits bouncing free while he unclasped your bra. Unfortunately, Genmas wondering thoughts were not helping him, because his erection that was slowly disappearing begins to stir again. As they approach the door to the hokage office, you stride forward. Right before you’re able to knock on the door, Genma reaches out and yanks on your arm pulling you away from the door.
As Genma yanks you away from the door you he whispers in an aggressive tone. “Wait we cant go in there right now!!”
You glare at him, whispering back in the same intensity. “why the fuck not?”
Genma didn't look at you immediately. He kept his eyes fixed on the heavy wooden door of the Hokage’s office. He looked like a man trying to fight for his life fighting the urge to growl. "Because,…." he whispered back, his voice quiet . He leaned in closer, head moving side to side to check the hallway for any eavesdropping shinobi and gestures to his dick “because I’m fucking bricked, I can’t go in there like this!”
You gaze trails down Genmas body, quickly observing the slight tent in his pants before looking back up at him. “Sounds like a skill issue” you mock returning the same smart comment Genma gave you earlier. "you’re only half hard… you’re going to be fine, just like tuck it away or something!”
Genma’s eyes widened, and for a split second, the composed, stoic jōunin was replaced by a man who looked genuinely offended. He let out a sharp silent huff of breath his gaze narrowing as he stared at you. You had just spent the last ten minutes almost about to tear his clothes off and now when he was admitting to his most inconvenient distraction, you had the nerve to call it a skill issue?
"A skill issue?" he repeated in a hushed whisper, his jaw tightening. He felt the heat rising in his neck, frustrated that you’re using his smart comments against him "You're the one who decided to treat my hair like a tug of war rope [last name]”
“I’m not the one who has a kink for getting their hair pulled Shiranui!” you whisper to back to him you roll your eyes with a wicked, remorseless glint. You take a step closer enough to maintain the illusion of a quiet, professional conversation. "Well, you shouldn't have pissed me off then, you absolute idiot," You whisper back, your voice a rasp of pure unapologetic mischief. you let you eyes travel a pointed, slow descent down his body landing on his half hard dick before snapping them back to his, a smug, knowing smirk playing on your lips. "If you can't handle the heat, Shiranui, maybe you should have stayed in the shade."
You and Genma continue to stare at each other for a long moment, you watch him raise his eyebrow, the corner of his mouth beginning to slowly curl up. Silently asking to “be pulled into the nearest vacant room so you can suck him off”. Furrowing your brows and you angrily mouth “NO” and Genma begins to playfully pout at you followed by a loud whisper. "Come on [name] please… I cant go in there with an erection"
"christ, Youre not even that hard Genma. You can't even tell!"
That clearly bruised his ego, cause he looks at you like you just slapped him across the face.
"whats that supposed to mean?"[Last name]
"Genma enough games. if you were fully hard I could fucking tell, Your dick is huge. Now hurry the fuck up, stop pouting and fix yourself before the old man notices you're practically vibrating with frustration."
"Genma stood there for a heartbeat, frozen. He felt the urge to grab you right then and there to pull you back into the shadows of the hallway and show you exactly how much 'heat' he could handle but he knew he'd lose.
If they did that…Third Hokage a man who had seen everything from war to divine intervention would likely look at Genma’s stiff, awkward posture and the desperate intensity in his gaze and realize exactly what kind of 'meeting' they had just been having before showing up to his office
Genma took a deep, steadying breath, forcing his muscles to relax. He adjusted his flak jacket one last time, checking the area before adjusting himself while shifting the senbon in his mouth to the other side of his lip.
"Don't think this is over," he warns you, voice low and steady as he stepped up beside you, his shoulder brushing yours in a way that was casual but felt incredibly charged. He looked straight ahead at the door, his eyes hardening with a singular, focused purpose. "You're playing a very dangerous game, last name. And when we finally get to your place..." He paused, the corner of his mouth twitching into a dark, predatory smirk that only you could see. "...I'm going to make sure you're the one struggling to keep your composure."
“yeah yeah whatever Genma, you look stupid. It looks like you're forcing yourself to act cool. Just act normal !”
Genma’s eye actually twitched. He was standing there, trying to maintain the aura of a seasoned, high-ranking shinobi and you had the audacity to look him dead in the eye and tell him he looked stupid. "Ughhhhh ~" A muffled, frustrated sound escaped him as he fought the urge to roll his eyes so hard, they’d get stuck in the back of his head. He kept his gaze fixed forward, his posture stiff, but his jaw was clenched tight enough to crack bone.
He could feel the heat of your mockery radiating off you, It was maddening. It was... incredibly hot. "Stupid?" he repeated, the word a low, dangerous hiss that was barely audible as they stood in front the door. He leaned in his tone dropping into a velvety, threatening rumble. "Call me stupid, [last name]. We'll see what happens when I fuck you stupid later..." He straightened up, his expression smoothing out into a mask of bored indifference just as they reached the door, but his eyes flickered to your for one final, piercing second.
He stepped back, giving you the space to knock, his heart thudding a frantic, heavy rhythm against his ribs. He was a ticking time bomb, and every second spent in this hallway, pretending to be a dignified jōunin, was a second closer to the explosion that you had so provocatively triggered. He just hoped the Third Hokage was in a hurry, because Genma Shiranui was rapidly running out of patience.
“ready?” You knock on the door. The sound of the knock echoed in the quiet corridor, a sharp, rhythmic thud thud thud. "Come in!" The Third Hokage’s voice drifted through the heavy wood, warm and authoritative. Genma felt a momentary surge of tension and He swallowed hard the senbon in his mouth acting as a familiar grounding weight against his tongue. He took a silent deep breath forcing the hunger in his eyes so look normal. As the door began to creak open, Genma straightened his posture, his gaze shifting to the floor just a fraction to avoid looking too eager to enter. He waited for you to lead the way He was visualizing the walk back to your apartment, the silence of the hallway, and the moment the door would finally slam shut behind them cutting off the rest of the world.
Just a few more minutes, he told himself, his jaw tightening relaxing Just get through the reports, get through the old man, and then...
“Afternoon Lord third!” Genma and I have finished up writing our reports from our overnight watch outside the village” You fan yourself with the two folders, before bowing casually. “Everything is in there. Time stamps, initial finding and all the details from the three people we subdued! “they’re still locked up pending interrogation with Ibiki, they look like they’re from Kusa, but I’m not entirely sure. One has a forehead protector in their possession but we don’t know if it was theirs or belonged to someone else.”
Genma stood a half step behind you, the perfect image of a disciplined shinobi. He kept his expression neutral his gaze steady and professional as he looked toward the Hokage but internally,he was fighting a losing battle against the distration that was you. The way you spoke in a efficient tone. Your voice was contrast to the sultry velvet rasp you had used on him only minutes ago.
He watched you fan yourself with the folders, the motion seemingly innocent, but he noticed the subtle way your chest rose and fell, the slight flush that still lingered on your neck. He KNEW you… He knew that the "heat" you where fanning yourself with wasn't just from hotness of the day… it was the lingering electricity of their encounter.
"Indeed," Genma added,voice smooth hiding the hunger that was currently clawing at his insides. He stepped forward slightly, the movement practiced and calm, to stand beside you as you presented the folders. "The perimeter was secure, and the rogues were handled with minimal disruption. Stopped about half of mile outside the village.. Everything is documented, Lord Third."
He kept his eyes on the Hokage, but his perferial vision was locked on you.
Don't look at her, Genma. Don't look at her too long or the old man will see the hunger in your eyes, he commanded himself, his jaw relaxing .
You step forward striding over to the Hokages desk handing him the papers with a smile. Genma watches you as you crossed the room The way your eyes remained focused and sharp as you placed the folders down was a testament to your rank and skill. He remained standing a respectful distance back, his hands clasped behind him the picture of the stoic, dependable jōunin. But his mind was far from the paperwork. He was acutely aware of the silence that followed the thud of the folders on the desk, a silence that felt heavy with the unsaid tension between you both.
"Excellent work, both of you," the Third Hokage remarked, voice warm as he pulled the folders toward him. Hiruzen pearedup , his eyes twinkling with a wisdom that often made Genma feel like his most guarded secrets were written plainly on his forehead. "It's a relief to know the perimeter is so well guarded. The village is in good hands with the two of you on watch."
Genma offered a shallow, respectful bow. "It was our honor, Lord Third," he said, his tone smooth and steady.
“Is there anything else you need from us?” You ask. Hoping he doesn’t ask to follow through or go on watch guard again.
The Third Hokage leaned back in his chair the wood creaking under his weight. He picked up one of the folders flipping through the pages with a very slow pace that felt like a deliberate torture to Genma. He knew how to command a room and right now he was commanding Genma’s patience.
"For now? No," the old man said, finally looking up from the report. His gaze drifted between the two of you, lingering for a fraction of a second longer than usual. on the way Genma was standing perhaps a bit too stiffly and the way you seemed to be radiating a certain restless energy. A small, knowing smile touched the corners of his mouth, but he said nothing. "You've both been diligent. Take the rest of the afternoon to recover, and report back to me in the morning. A mission like that can be draining, even if it was just a perimeter watch."
"Thank you, Lord Third," Genma replied, his voice a perfect model of professional gratitude. He didn't let his eyes wander to you, but he was acutely aware of you standing just a few feet away, your presence a constant, humming vibration in his senses.
“Thank you” you bow also.
"Dismissed," the Hokage concluded, returning his attention to the paperwork.
The moment the dismissal was given Genma felt the tension in his shoulders begin to shift. He turned on his heel, his movements quick as they exited the office and the heavy door clicked shut behind them, the silence of the hallway felt different less like a barrier and more like a veil. The professional distance they had maintained inside the office evaporated instantly.
Genma didn't stop until they were a few paces away from the Hokage's door, tucked into a slightly more shadowed alcove where the foot traffic was lighter. He turns to you, his eyes dark and heavy with a hunger that was no longer being masked by the cool composure of a jōunin. "Finally," he rasped, his tone dropping into that low. He reaches out his hand sliding firmly around your waist to pull you flush against him,his thumb hooking into the waistband of your pants. "You've been teasing me all afternoon [last name]" he murmured, his face inches from yours, his breath hot and uneven. "The reports are in. The Hokage is satisfied. Now..." His gaze dropped to your lips, pears into your beautiful eyes a dark flirty smirk playing on his mouth. "...it's time to see if you can actually handle the 'consequences' you've been so smug about." He leaned in, his nose brushing against yours “Lead the way to your place. Fast.. before I take you right here and now."
You gasp suddenly when Genma grabs on to you, you look down and when you feel his thumb dip into the corner of your pants. You shove Genma off of you as you watch him tumble backwards “Fuck off Shiranui” you glare at him, voice a little bit louder that intended.
Genma let out a sharp laugh while he staggers back. his lips curl into a smirk, feeling the thrill of you putting your hand son him. He leaned his back against the wall of the alcove, crossing his arms over his chest in a way that looked casual to an outsider, but his eyes were anything but relaxed.
"You're the one who's been acting like a little minx all morning, [last name] " he countered, his tone a low rumble. He adjusted the senbon in his mouth, his gaze raking over you with a shameless intensity that ignored the 'danger' of their surroundings. "If we get caught, we'll just tell them we were... intensely discussing the tactical handiwork of the subdual”
He knew he was being arrogant, even a little bit of a tease, but he couldn't help it. The tension between you two was a physical weight, a cord pulled so tight it was humming, and he wanted to see just how much more you could take before you snapped.
"Besides," he added, tone dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as he stepped a fraction closer, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "A little scandal never killed a jōunin. It only adds to the legend."
He straightened up, his expression shifting back though the heat in his eyes remained undimmed. He gave you a pointed look, one that acknowledged your frustration but also challenged it.
“discussing the tactical handiwork of the subdual??" you say slowly, Looking at Genma like he didn't just make up the dumbest excuse in the world. "with your hands on my waist and trying to get into my pants?! Tch yeah right. And it would be a big fucking deal giving our fucking circumstances.”
Genma let out a huff as he pushed off from the wall, the movement fluid and predatory, and began walking toward the exit of the building with a relaxed, long legged stride. "Tactical positioning is a very important part of any successful mission, [last name]," he called back over his shoulder, He was mocking you when you said that.
As they stepped out into the sunlight of the village, the bustling sounds of Konoha began to fill the air the calls of merchants, the chatter of shinobi, the distant sounds of training. Genma kept his pace steady, maintaining that deceptive air of professional nonchalance, but he was hyper aware of you walking beside him. He could feel the heat radiating from you , a silent testament that was really just a thin covering for the desire thrumming between them.
He glanced sideways at you catching the way your jaw was set, the way your pretty eyes narrowed in a look of annoyance. It was a look he knew well, and one he loved to provoke.
"Stop scowling," he murmured low so it wouldn't carry to the passing villagers. "You'll get wrinkles, and then you'll have to blame me for that, too."
kicking a rock across the dirt path you roll your eyes "yeah whatever man…” While you walk you pull your hand fan out of your vest fanning yourself profusely “fuck it’s so hot today….”
Genma watches you out the corner of his eye, his gaze watching the motion of the fan. "Is it?" he asked smooth, and unbothered. He didn't look at you directly, keeping his eyes on the path ahead to maintain the illusion of a casual stroll, but a slow, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "It certainly feels like the temperature has risen significantly since we left the Hokage's office."
“Well duh, that’s cause we’re outside yah know? We’re in the direct sunlight now. But I gazed at the thermometer said 27c as we were walking out.”
He shifted his pace, slowing down just enough so that his shoulder brushed yours with every second or third step. The contact was to get under your skin and it seemed to be working REALLY well.
You shoved Genma away by the shoulder creating a large distance between you both. “stop bumping into me asshole!”
Genma let out a short laugh , the sound bright and unapologetic as he stumbled back from your shove. He didn't look offended if anything, the physical contact even an aggressive only energized him. He watched you march ahead of him trying to keep your distance away from him for how.
"Asshole? That's the best you've got?" he teased. "If you're so bothered by my 'bumping,' [lastname], maybe you should stop making it so easy for me to want to touch you…”
I'm just walking dummy, you keep bumping into me!!
"It's a miracle you haven't spontaneously combusted in the middle of the street with anger." he countered.
"and its a miracle your fucking head hasn’t exploded from your fucking ego" Walking a few steps ahead, you pull out your cigarettes pouch from your pocket smacking the pack onto your palm before pulling one out and lighting it.
As you walked ahead, Genma watched your back, smooth moment of your hands lighting the cigarette. He couldn't help but admire the way you carried yourself even when you were 'angry'. "My ego?" he called out, He caught up to you, falling into step beside you, though he made sure to leave just enough of a gap to avoid another 'accidental' bump for now.
"Besides you wouldn't be so bothered by my ego if you weren't so busy trying to figure out how to handle it."
"fuck you, I can handle you just fine"
"you sure about that? we'll see about that once you're under me."
You try to kick him in the shin but Genma dodge your kick and you jog a few more steps ahead of him to get away until you stop dead in your tracks the sudden halt in your step causing the smoke from your cigarette to swirl erratically around your face. You let out a sharp huffed exhale half a scoff at his suggestive comment while your eyes lock onto a small, brightly colored storefront just a few yards ahead.
A boba shop.
The craving hits you with the force of a taijutsu strike, now overriding the simmering tension between you and the man currently looming in you personal space.
"bitch ass," you mutters, though there's no real bite to your words as you gesture toward the shop with your cigarette. "I am not getting under you unless I have a tasty cold drink"
Genma blinked, the heavy, predatory atmosphere he had been so carefully cultivating shattering instantly. He had been prepared for a witty retort, a playful shove, or even a heated argument he was not prepared for you to be derailed by a craving for sugar.
He stood there for a moment, the senbon in his mouth hanging slightly loose as he looked at the brightly colored boba shop you was pointing at. The sudden shift from 'simmering sexual tension' to 'urgent craving for tapioca pearls' was enough to give him mental whiplash.
A low chuckle bubbled up in his chest, a sound of pure amusement. "Boba? You're serious? We're standing here practically vibrating with enough tension to power a summoning jutsu, and you're thinking about sugar?"
turning heel while taking a puff of your cigarette, smoke escaping you mouth as you speak.
Yes! I want a milk taro tea with puff cream! And you’re buying!
Genma stared at you, the senbon shifting as he let out a long, defeated breath. He had been ready to descend into a world of uninhibited passion, a man possessed by a singular driving need and you had just pivoted the entire trajectory of the afternoon toward taro tea and puff cream.
"Taro tea with puff cream," he repeated slowly, as if trying to process the absurdity of the request. He looked at you, REALLY looked at you, seeing the stubborn glint in your pretty eyes and the way you stood there, demanding and utterly unbothered by the sudden shift in mood.
"Yes and I want it now! Fetch it for me!" You take another long drag of your cigarette as you gesture toward the shop.
For a long beat the silence stretching between them as he processed the command. Most people in the village wouldn't dare use that tone with him. but you never had been 'most people.' You were a force of nature, beautiful, stubborn, and his best friend.
A slow shit eating grin spread across his face. He loved it. He loved the nerve, the way you could snap him out of his own head and drag him back to the mundane reality of the world with a single, sugar fueled demand." Fetch it, huh?" he echoed into a playful not so offended rumble
"yes, FETCH it." you emphasize the worth 'fetch' letting the word roll off your tongue slowly.
He stepped into your personal space, not to intimidate you this time, but to lean down so his face was level with yours, the scent of your cigarette wrapping around him like a familiar shroud. "You’re getting awfully bossy today, [last name] Milk taro with puff cream, right?" he called back over his shoulder.
"Bla bla bla hurry up!"
Genma let out one last dramatic sigh. "Yes, ma'am. Loud and clear," he muttered, though the grin remained firmly plastered on his face. He turned and marched toward the boba shop, his hands shoved casually into his pockets. He could feel your eyes on his back, and he knew you were likely still smirking, enjoying the fact that you had successfully tamed the 'beast' for the moment. He stepped into the shop, the bell chiming above the door, and the sudden blast of cool, air conditioned air was a welcome relief from the midday sun.
The shop was bright and bustling, filled with the sweet, milky scent of tea and the rhythmic thwack thwack of the barista shaking drinks. Genma leaned against the counter, looking every bit the cool, bored jōunin as he waited his turn, but his mind was already racing. He was calculating exactly how much longer he’d have to endure this 'sugar break' before he could get you alone. "One milk taro tea, extra puff cream," he said to the barista, his voice smooth as he placed the order. he had memorized your ridiculous order the second it left your lips. As he waited for the drink to be prepared, he glanced back through the window at you who was standing outside on the dirt path looking so composed, so utterly unbothered by the fact that you had just completely hijacked a man's intense sexual momentum for a drink.
God, she's infuriating, he thought. a dark fond warmth spreading through his chest. And God, you're incredible.
When the barista finally handed him the cup, the taro was a beautiful, pale lavender, with boba and a thick layer of cream of puff cream that looked almost too decadent to be legal. Genma grabbed the drink and stepped back out into the heat, his eyes immediately finding yours.
He walked back to you, a slow stride, and held the cup out just out of your reach, a mischievous glint in gaze.
Stomping out your cigarette, Genma finally approaches you with your drink of choice. He got you a large, a size up than what you usually get. you smile tremendously.
"fuck yeah you got me a large???" you swipe the drink out of Genmas hand giving it a swirl.
Genma watched you with a mixture of amusement and a sudden, sharp pang of envy as you swiped the drink from his hand. He didn't even flinch at the sudden movement watching the way your eyes fluttered shut as you took that first, massive sip.
When the moan escaped your lips, Genma felt a traitorous jolt run straight down his spine. It was a sound of pleasure, yes, but in the context of the tension simmering between them, it sounded far too much like the sounds he wanted to elicit from you much, much later.
"Careful, [last name]," he murmured,"You keep making sounds like that in public, and people are going to start looking your way…"
You spin around once again and begin to walk again and Genma watches you retreat. your step now way more energetic than before now that you were fueled by sugar and satisfaction. You were walking with a purpose, in every step that told him exactly where this afternoon was headed. The playful, teasing atmosphere of the boba shop was rapidly evaporating, replaced by a heavy, singular focus.
"Oh, is that how it is?" he called out in a low rumble as he fell into step behind you. He didn't try to crowd you this time he knew better than to push when you was in one of your 'moods,' but he made no effort to hide the way his gaze was anchored to you.
As you two turned the corner toward the apartment complex you both reside in, the shadows of the buildings stretched long and thin across the pavement. The bustling noise of the main street began to fade, replaced by the more intimate sounds of the residential district. Genma felt the shift in the air the way the tension, which had been stretched thin and playful all morning, was now tightening into something much more concentrated and potent.
He caught up to you just as they reached the entrance to their building, his hand reaching out to catch the small of your back, his touch firm and possessive.
"You're awfully quiet all of a sudden, [last name]" he murmured, leaning in so his breath brushed the shell of your ear, that sexy tone of his dropping into that velvety predatory register that makes you shiver in anticipation
"Did the sugar hit your brain or are you just realizing that the 'productive distraction' is finally within reach?" his fingers splaying slightly against your back The time for games, for boba, and for teasing was coming to an end. The 'stupid' man was about to get very, very thorough. Not even bothering to look at him your focus entirely consumed by the dwindling contents of the cup.
Productive distraction? Please you thought, and let out a muffled ungraceful grunt of acknowledgement, your throat working fast as you greedily sucked the last of the thick, sweet cream through the wide straw. When the cup was finally empty… you didn't stop you continued to suck on the plastic straw intensely the hollow slurp slurp echoing in the narrow stairwell.
"Don't get ahead of yourself, Shiranui,"
Genma froze mid step, his eyes narrowing as he watched the hypnotic movement of your lips around the plastic straw. Genma for a moment imagines your pretty lips wrapping around his cock sucking with the same intensity but it quickly dissolves as the sound of you sucking on an empty cup became annoying, It was a sound of greed, of sensory indulgence, and it made his eye brow twitch. and yes, Genma felt the familiar, heavy pull of desire, the kind that made him want to pin you against the very wall of this stairwell and see if you tasted as sweet as that taro cream.
"Don't get ahead of myself?" he purred. He stepped closer, closing the remaining distance until his chest was nearly brushing against yours. He could smell the lingering sweetness of the tea on your breath in combination of your recent cigarette. Reaching out, his fingers catching your chin to gently but firmly tilt your head toward his. He didn't care if the stairwell was semi public. "You're the one making all the noise," he murmured, his dark eyes tracing the curve of your mouth, lingering on the dampness left by the straw. "Sucking on that thing like it's the only thing keeping you sane... it's a very loud way to tell me exactly what you want." Genma leans in close enough you can see into his eyes. "You want to play hard to get? Fine," he whispered, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. "But don't think for a second that you're in control here. The sugar is gone, [name]. Now it's just us." He let his gaze intensify, a silent promise of the slow, agonizingly thorough pleasure he intended to provide.
Smack!
You slapped his hand away with a sharp stinging force, eyes flashing with a mixture of genuine embarrassment and feigned irritation. "Fuck off, Shiranui! someone's gonna catch us," you hissed, though the heat rising in your cheeks had nothing to do with the midday sun and everything to do with his scandalous observations. You didn't wait for his predatory gaze to devour. You pivoted on your heel legs skipping steps a step as you ascend. "Fuckin Menace"
Genma let out a low, delighted chuckle as his hand stung from the slap, the sensation only serving to heighten the thrill of your reaction. He loved the way you tried to maintain your composure when he teased you in public.
"Menace? Me?" he teased, trailing after you as he began to ascend the stairs. "You're the one who brought a man of my... temperament... into a quiet stairwell after making such suggestive noises with a straw." Catching up to you by the final landing, his presence a constant, looming weight at your side. He wasn't going to let you shake him off that easily.
"I didn't lead you anywhere Shiranui! we both agreed to come to my place! youre the one who got handsy!" As they reached your door, He stepped in close, his body shielding yours from the view of anyone who might be coming up the stairs, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back again, more insistent this time.
"Fine, fine. No more 'menacing' in the hallway," he murmured, one a intimate velvet as he watched you reach for the handle. "But once that door clicks shut..."
You composure finally fractured. Your fingers fumbled your keys. in attempt you select the correct key, you hands shake in anticipation, and you dropped them as they clattered loudly against the floorboards, the metallic jingle sounding far too loud in the heavy silence. "Dammit" you cursed internally, eyes flashing with a mixture of embarrassment and genuine, stinging irritation.
You were NOT going to bend over with Genma behind you, that was just asking for trouble. Quickly spinning around to face him, you're met with that infuriating smirk. Your chest heaving slightly as you tried to reclaim your dignity. "Stop hovering, you fuckin prick!" you hissed, shoving at his chest to create even a few inches of breathing room. "Give me some fucking space before you make a scene in the hallway. You're acting desperate.”
Genma didn't move an inch when you shoved him. he was like a rooted tree, solid and unyielding, though the contact of your palms against his chest only served to make his blood simmer. He watched your eyes those brilliant, pretty eyes as they darted around the hallway, searching for any sign of a neighbor. He knew you were embarrassed, and it made his smirk grow wider. "Desperate?" he echoed, He didn't pull away instead, he leaned into the shove, his gaze dropping to the keys scattered on the floor. He reached down, his movements slow and deliberate to prolong the tension, and scooped up the keys. He didn't hand them back to you immediately.
"You want space?" he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Fine. Take your space. But we both know that as soon as we're inside, you're going to be the one begging for less." With a flick of his wrist, he dropped the keys into your hand, his fingers lingering against your palm for a second too long, a silent, burning promise. Then he stepped back enough to give you the space you asked tracking every movement of your body with a hunger.
"Go on then," he challenged softly, his voice thick with anticipation. "Open the door. Let's see if you can keep that attitude once the door is locked."
"Ugh.." a long, exaggerated groan escaped your lips, and your eyes rolled, his teasing remarks clearly effecting you.
"You are so full of yourself, it's a miracle you can even fit through a doorway," voice thick with a mixture of genuine exasperation and the lingering, sugary haze of the boba you consumed.
Genma didn't miss a beat. "Keep rolling your eyes, [Last name]," he drawled, his voice dropping into that smooth, teasing register that always seemed designed to grate on your nerves. "Maybe you'll actually find a brain back there."
"fuck you" without a second thought, you threw your empty plastic cup at him. It hit his chest with a soft hollow thud before he caught it with the practiced ease of a shinobi. Without waiting for his retort, you turned your back on him, fumbling with your keys and shoving them into the lock with a frantic, impatient energy. The moment the door swung open, a delicious wave of conditioned air rushed out to greet you , a stark and heavenly contrast to the sweltering heat of the village. practically stumbled into the entryway, a long, ungraceful moan of pure relief escaping your lips as the cool air washed over you skin.
Thank god for my past self, you thought, the sensation of the temperature drop making your skin prickle in the best way possible. eaned against the wall for a second, eyes closed, before glancing over to him with a defiant, half lidded stare. "Don't just stand there looking smug! Get the fuck in here!"
Genma tossed the empty cup onto a nearby side table as he crossed the threshold, the door clicking shut behind him with a definitive, heavy thud that seemed to seal the rest of the world away. The apartment was cool, and it felt fucking great to Genma. The playful banter of the streets was gone, replaced by the sound of her AC. "Don't tell me what to do…" he murmured, though there was no real bite in the command. He stepped into your space, his feet silent on the floorboards. He didn't stop until he was inches away, effectively trapping you between him and the wall.
He reached out, not to touch you skin just yet, but to place his hands on the wall on either side of your head, boxing you in.
"You've been running your mouth all afternoon," he said, his voice dropping into a dark, velvety register that was purely predatory. His gaze was intense, his dark eyes scanning your face, your throat, and your lips, with a slow, deliberate hunger.
"Telling me to shut up, telling me to hurry up, telling me to move my ass, telling me to fuuuck off"
He leaned in more his face so close to yours that he could feel the heat radiating from your skin. He let his nose graze the line of your jaw, inhaling deeply.
"But now that we're finally alone..." He let out a low, guttural sound, a hum of anticipation.
"I think it's time you stopped talking and started showing me exactly how much you were faking that irritation." His eyes flickered to your lips again, his hand sliding from the wall to the nape of your neck his lips hovering just a hair's breadth from yours. "Are you ready to be 'productive' now, [last name]?" he whispered, his voice a dangerous, silken caress. "Or do you need another sip of something sweet to find your courage?"
Letting out a soft, defiant huff, you met his predatory gaze with a look of unbothered mischief. His proximity was a heavy, suffocating heat, but you were NOT about to let him think he'd successfully cornered you without a fight. You reached for his forearm to ground yourself, thumb grazing the tension in his muscle. Don't get cocky just because you finally got me behind closed doors, Shiranui," You said to him in a soft sexy whisper. "And for the record? I'm still thirsty. If you think a little lip service is going to satisfy me, you're even more delusional than you look... but if you're offering something sweet, I might be persuaded to stop talking."
Genma’s eyes light up your defiance was like fuel to a fire. he loved the way you pushed back, the way you refused to simply melt into him, forcing him to earn every inch of your surrender. When your thumb grazed the tension in his forearm, "Cocky?" he repeated, the word more of a breathy laugh than a question. "I'm not cocky, [name]. I'm just certain."
"Certain about what?" you asked, voice a low, sexy rasp that vibrated against him. you pressed closer, "How thirsty am I? Or maybe you're just convinced you're the only thing that can quench it." A sharp, teasing smirk tugged at your lips, mirroring Genmas own smirk. lifting your hand up from his forearm to his shoulder, nails digging slightly into his vest "You’re awfully sure of yourself for a man who’s just standing between me and my bedroom."
"Both," he rumbled, so low it was less a sound and more a vibration felt in the bones of your chest. "I'm certain of how thirsty you are. And I'm certain that no tea in this village is going to satisfy you the way I can."
Genma leaned in, his nose brushing against your own, the light contact sending a jolt of electricity through the two of you as you touched. He loved this dance of power where you tried to maintain the upper hand. It made the eventual surrender so much more intoxicating.
"And as for standing between you and your bedroom..." He let his other hand slide down from the wall, his palm skimming the curve of your waist before settling firmly on your hip, "I'm not just standing in your way, [name]," he whispered against the corner of your mouth, his lips grazing your skin with every word. Genma pulls your hips flush against his, wanting you to feel the hard, heavy evidence of how hard his cock was for you. "I'm the one who's going to make sure you don't make it to that bed without a fight. A very, very long, slow fight."
You let out a huff like gasp when you feel his erection press against your front. It wasnt a surprise to you that he was already fully hard, it was fucking Genma after all…he was predictable. "Heh…like I would wanna fight against you when you got a dick like that?
Genma swiftly removing the senbon between his lips he twirls it around his fingers a few times before sliding it away in his tool pouch. "dick like mine ehh?, you sound eager…" he murmured, his voice thick with a promise of the sensory overload to come. Feeling his hands sliding up the back of your neck untying you headband, you feel it fall and hit the floor. Genmas hands lace through the soft silky strands of your hair. admiring how absurdly gorgeous you are all flushed, he lets go of your hair cupping your face with his calloused hands
"come on then what are we waiting for hmm?"
He closed the distance, his mouth crashing against yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was a collision of teeth and tongues, a hungry, demanding claim that tasted of lingering taro, tobacco, and the raw tension of two people who had spent far too apart from another. Hooking your fingers fingers into the collar of his vest, you meet his lips with hungry desperation. It wasn't gentle, it was a feverish, slutty, deming for his attention, tongue sweeping against his in a silent plea to drown out the world outside with the heat of him. Letting out a muffled, needy sound against his lips, your arms leave his collar and your arms winding tightly around his neck to pull him harder into you. the heavy, undeniable weight of his erection pressing into your hips has you smiling against his lips. braking the kiss just enough to gasp for air, you lean in to graze your nose against his.
"eager to get your dick wet hmmm?" you tease . hands sliding down from his you reached down to grab the front of his vest and yanked him toward your bedroom with a sudden, commanding strength.
Genma let out a sharp, breathless laugh against your lips. As you yanked him toward you bedroom, Genma allowed himself to be led, though he didn't make it easy. As you backed up down the hall, he would deliberately move slower than you in attempt to try and irritate you, but his method didn't work, you just tugged on him harder as you stumbled with you down the hall. He was enjoying the way you took charge. he prepared to be your most devoted, most relentless subject.
You two Crossed the threshold of your bedroom, the cool air of the hallway replaced by the familiar intimate scent of your space. The door hadn't even fully clicked shut behind them before Genma was moving again. He spun you around, his hands sliding from your waist to your shoulders to pin you gently but firmly against the closed door. He looked at you, taking in the flushed skin of your cheeks, the wildness in your pretty eyes, and the way your chest rose and fell.
You reached up, fingers moving with the practiced, efficient speed of a shinobi as you gripped the edges of his tactical vest. With a sharp, impatient tug of the zipper, you began to peel the heavy fabric away from his body, your knuckles brushing against the firm heat of his chest in a way that was both a dismissal of his posturing and a blatant invitation. "Less brooding, Shiranui, and more undressing,"
"Demanding as always, [Last name]," he murmured he was already moving to match your pace. he helped you strip the tactical gear from himself before working on yours, the heavy material of both your vests hitting the floor with a muffled thud. He was down to his dark undershirt, the fabric clinging to the broad contours of his chest and shoulders while you were down to your tight sleeveless undershirt that you wore to combat the hot weather.
You let out a low, triumphant hum of approval, hands sliding upward with predatory purpose to slip beneath the hem of his dark undershirt. palms met the feverish heat of his bare skin as they slid up his stomach, slow, and teasing fingers curling firmly to squeeze his pectoral muscles with a possessive, bruising strength. as you lean your face in close to him, you can feel the rhythmic thud of his heart beneath your touch. Genma’s head snapped back slightly as your fingers curled around his pectorals, a sharp ragged intake of breath filling his lungs. The sensation of your palms calloused, but still well maintained from years of shinobi training felt incredibly warm.
He let out a low groan, "Nghh~... fuck, [naaaaaaame]"
"You're not just thirsty, are you?" he rasped, tone thick and heavy with desire. He leaned forward, his forehead pressing against yours, breaths mingling in the small space between them. "You're starving."
"So... soo... starving..." you whisper back to him, forehead still pressed against his. hands shifted from a possessive squeeze of his pectoral muscles, under his shirt to ever so lightly grazing his skin. thumbs sweeping over the hardening peaks of his nipples. You watched his reaction with focus. A small, triumphant smirk tugging at your lips as you felt him shudder.
Genma inhaled sharply, a moan was caught in the back of his throat as your thumbs swept over his nipples. The sensation was electric, a sudden sharp spike of pleasure that made his entire body tense and his toes curl against the floor.
"Yeah? You like it when I do that?" Your voice was soft, just bearly above a whisper. his pupils blown wide as you pull back to watch him. Genmas eyes flutter for as moment from the sensation. Watched the way his chest heaved, your smirk deepening as you deliberately increased the pressure, plucking his hardening nipples between your fingers with a sharp, teasing tug.
"oh….fuuuuuck yes i do…." Genma’s head fell forward, his forehead thudding softly against your shoulder as a sharp, jagged moan tore from his throat. The sensation was a delicious torture as the sharp tug on his sensitive skin sent a white hot pleasure straight to the base of his spine, making his thighs tremble. He felt his control slipping, the composed, stoic shinobi replaced by a man driven by pure lust.
He couldn't stay still for long. The friction of the teasing pull on his nipples, made his dick throb for any sort of relief. His hands which had been resting on your hips slid upward, his palms hot and urgent as they traveled the curve of your ribs, before finally settling under the swell of your heavy breasts, his fingers molding to you soft flesh, his thumbs mirroring your earlier movements by brushing over where your nipples would be if they weren't covered by your shirt and bra. He wanted to return the favor, to show you that he could be just as teasing, and just as devastatingly precise.
"Mnnn..." you let out a low, vibrating hum of satisfaction when you felt the tremor run through his thighs. He was enjoying every second of this. "You good, Shiranui?" you purred, "Your thighs are shaking... is the big, bad pretty boy shinobi losing his composure already?" you let your thumbs graze his nipples once more, a slow, deliberate pressure that was meant to drive him wild. "You love this, don't you? Having me play with you like this..."
"Mnngh…yesss…. Fuck, yes..." Genma groaned, his head rolling back as your thumbs applied that agonizingly perfect pressure once more. "fuuuck…i need you so badly…" In one fluid motion, he hooked his arms beneath your thighs hoisting you up. He didn't give you a chance to prepare, pressing your back against the bedroom door. Genma whines as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist to keep from falling. The sudden shift in position brought his hard erection pressing directly in between your legs.
"Nghh~..[name]..." He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there nipping just hard enough to leave a mark. "You've been asking for it all day... now you've got it."
"mmmmnnnn," you hum letting your arms wrap around his neck. "w-what did i say about leaving marks…"
He began to move, ignoring your protest. His hips rocking in a slow punishingly deliberate grind against you, testing the friction of your clothes against his own as he sought to drive the tension between you two till its absolute breaking point.
"ahhh you're sooo desperate Genma…." a needy groan tore from your throat while your entire world narrowing down to the searing friction of his hips grinding against into your aching core. You were NOT about to let him have the upper hand just because he’d managed to carry you, you kept your hands active, fingers curling into his skin as you reached down to pluck and tug at his nipples peeking through his shirt this time.
"Ahhh….shit fuuuck yes baby…." Genma’s voice broke, a sharp sound that was entirely uncharacteristic of the cool, collected shinobi the village knew. The combination of your legs locking around his waist, pulling your core so tightly against his straining erection, and the sharp, rhythmic tugging on his nipples was too much. It was a sensory assault, a coordinated strike on his very sanity.
"Take this off….Now!" you demand. Driven by a sudden, frantic need for more skin on skin contact you slid your hands back down beneath his shirt, our fingers hooking into the hem to yank the dark fabric up and over his head in one impatient motion. tossing the shirt aside, biting your lip as you stared at his broad, heaving chest, his nipples, a slight red shade from your assault, palms immediately reaching out to claim the warmth of his bare skin.
Genma’s breath hitched again, The feeling of your palms the rough, yet soothing contact sliding over his pectorals and down the hard lines of his abdomen made him shudder again, slowing the teasing rut of his hips.
"Thats it…," he rasped, though there was no real complaint in his voice, only a desperate, heavy need. He leaned his forehead against yours once more noses brushing, before you two exchange numerous sloppy kisses "I love it when you're like this... so greedy..."
He didn't let the moment of stillness last. His hands, which had been supporting your weight, slid up from your thighs to the hem of that tight sleeveless shirt. "Let's see what else you're hiding under all this..." he murmured a low, vibrating growl against your lips. He began to lift your top, his thumbs grazing the undersides of your breasts.
"mnnn.. you're acting like you haven't seen me without a shirt off before.." arms raising up to allow Genma to pull your shirt off with ease. tossing it behind him, Genma let out a low, appreciative whistle of a breath, his eyes traveling slowly, hungrily over the pale, smooth expanse of your skin.
"yeah… well…" he let his palms slide down the sides of your ribs, his thumbs tracing the delicate line of your waist before moving upward to cup the undersides of your heavy breasts. "mnn…its been a few weeks, since I last saw you like this..." He began to knead the soft flesh, his thumbs dipping into the cups pulling them down just enough to free your nipples, circling, and applying a soft feather light that he knew would drive you mad.
"mmmmm…." you let out a soft moan, breath shuddering as you exhale. "ffff…uuu…"
"Besides…." he whispered, a dark velvet rasp as he leaned in to lick a slow wet stripe from the hollow of your throat up to the sensitive curve of you jaw. "I was starting to forget what you looked like?" he teases. your head thumbs back against the wall when you fell his tongue on your neck.
Your head thumbs back against the wall when you felt his tongue on your neck. "fuck you…we both know…ah… that's a lie" you whisper. you mean for it to bite but it came out more needy than intended.
He nipped at your earlobe, his breath hot and tingly against your skin. "Nghh~... you're right… i haven't forgotten…how beautiful you are…." he murmured, his eyes locking onto yours, dark and predatory. "how pretty these little tits are" he gives you breast another firm squeeze "the noises you make when my tongue is burred deep into your pussy…." Genma leans his head down to kiss the other side of your neck and you whine, legs tightening around his waist.
With Shinobi precision of his fingers, he finally reached for the clasp. He felt the tension in your body spike, the way you breath hitched in anticipation, and he rewarded you by pulling the bra away, letting your perfect little tits spill free into his waiting hands. "Ahh~... there you are," he breathed, his gaze dropping to your chest, his expression one of pure, worshipful hunger. "So perfect. So fucking perfect."
He let out a long, shaky moan at the sight, his thumbs immediately finding your nipples once again, rolling them between his calloused and fuuuuuuuck did that feel good. you inhale sharply through your teeth, a ragged, broken sound that betrays composure as his thumbs roll over your sensitive peaks. The sensation is a delicious, sending a jolt of heat straight to your pussy that makes your hips lurch instinctively against him. you let out a low, needy moan, head falling back against the door as your eyes flutter shut, momentarily lost in the intensity of his touch. "Fuuuuck Gen….."
He watched you, mesmerized by the sight of you head falling back, the elegant line of you throat exposed and vulnerable. He couldn't resist, his mouth finding the pulse point at your neck, his tongue tracing the frantic, drumming rhythm of your heart. He licked and sucked at the soft skin. "Feel good?" he grumbles into your neck.
"mnn….feels mmm nniiice…."
He lowered his head, his tongue sweeping out to lick a path from the swell of your cleavage up to the underside of one breast. He caught one of your aching nipple between his lips, sucking it into his mouth with a firm, rhythmic pull that made him let out a groan of his own. "Mmnnn…" he hums around the perky nub. Genmas hands meanwhile, were far from idle. While his mouth worked, his palms slid down the smooth expanse of your stomach, Genma felt the muscles of your abdomen quiver and flex under his touch a delicious sign of your rising arousal. Letting out a shaky breath as his teeth grazed you.
"ahhhh..!!!!" you gasp. Your fingers cup his face while you stroke his cheekbone. You wanted to say some shit, but didn't give him the satisfaction of a verbal retort, but the way you legs flexed around his waist was a silent, desperate plea for him to stop teasing and start claiming.
"Fuuuck, Genmaaaaa… mnnnn~" his name spilled from your lips, eyes fluttering closed head thumping back against the door as his mouth claimed you. The sensation of his tongue swirling around your nipple, paired with the heavy suction, sent a hot jolt straight to your pussy.
Fuck, you were soaked, have been for the the last…whatever amount of time that you've been in his presence today. You look down at Genma, he looks up at you, hooded eyes meeting yours, for a second before he closes them as his tongue swirls around your nipple. You watch the saliva drip down your breast as he continues
God, he's so fucking greedy with that mouth of his…
Your hands fly to his hair on a particular hard suck that felt so fucking good. Your fingers lace through the silky strand of his brown hair, pulling just hard enough to get his hair pulling kink going.
Genma’s entire body jolted as you fingers tangled into his hair, your grip firm and unyielding. The sudden sharp tug at his scalp sent a jolt of sensation straight to the base of his spine a delicious shock that made his vision swim for a split second. He let out a muffled, strangled groan against your tit, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. "Nghh~... fuck, [naaaame]... yes... just like that," he rasped, his voice sounding more like a growl than anything.
Genma moved from one breast to the other, his tongue lashing out to tease and then suckle with a hunger that was borderline desperate. He wanted to devour you, to leave his mark on every inch of you skin until you were branded by him.
"mmmnnn Gen….Get me off this door so you can take my pants off yeah?"
Genma let out a low dark moan that vibrated against your nipple, the sound thick with a hunger that was almost predatory. he pulls his mouth off, leaving his tongue to swirl, and flick around the aching bud a few more times before speaking. "As you wish, [last name]," he murmured, Genma transitioned with the practiced fluidity of a shinobi, as he shifted their weight. He lowered you slowly, his lips never leaving your skin, trailing a path of wet, hot kisses from your breasts all the way up to your collarbone before he finally let your feet touch the floor. Even as descended, his hands remained possessive, his palms sliding down your sides to grip your hips, holding you flush against him so you could feel the frantic heavy pulse of his cock.
He steered your toward the bed, his eyes locked onto yours with a dark, unwavering intensity that promised no rest anytime soon. As you both reach the edge of the mattress, he pushed you back gently, the bed dipping under your weight as he hovered over you. "You're so impatient today," he teased, though his own breath was coming in ragged, shallow hitches. He reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants.
Genma watched your face savoring the way your pretty eyes fluttered and your lips parted in anticipation. He leaned down, his chest brushing against yout bare breasts, and whispered against your ear,
"Do you want them gone? Do you want to feel me?" He whispers.
"Mhhm...!!!" letting out a low needy hum of affirmation, your head tilting back into the mattress as you nodded eagerly,
The sensation of his chest brushing against your bare breasts was almost too much to bear, a delicious friction that made your pussy ache with a sudden sharp throb. you desperately wanted to be consumed by him, to feel the full heavy weight of his body.
"Yesssssss," your voice a wrecked rasp that betrayed just how much he was affecting you.
"I want to feel you, Genma. Stop teasing and just take me." You reached down, fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants to help him, knuckles grazing his warm skin as you guided his hands to finish what he had started.
He began to peel the your pants and underwear down your hips, his movements agonizingly slow, making sure you felt every inch of his hands as they slid over the curve of your thighs, dragging the material down with a slow steady pressure that made the air between charged.
"fuck baby just… ugh hurry upp….." you beg. Hearing you call him baby instead of his Genma, or his last name was a rare, intimate surrender that hit him harder than any physical strike. It's not like this is the first time you called him baby, the name was exchanged between you two very frequently when you were untangled in each other. but it somehow stripped away the 'friend' label, the 'casual' agreement, and left only the raw, pulsing truth of what they were to each other in this moment.
"Nghh~... don't tell me what to do, [Last Name ]...," he growled, though he was already yielding to your demand. With your hands guiding his, he finished the task. Stripping your pants down your long toned legs in one fluid motion. He tossed them aside, his gaze immediately dropping to the sight of you. breathtaking flushed, trembling and so beautifully exposed. His eyes lingered on your swollen clit, a sight that made his throat tighten with a fresh surge of lust.
He leaned over you, his heavy, muscular frame pinning you into the mattress. He began to trail his hands upward, his palms sliding over your hips and up your ribs. Kissing your cheek once, twice, one more on the other side before Genmas thumbs grazing the underside of your breasts once more before his mouth descended.
He didn't go for your tits this time. He moved lower, his head dipping between your breasts, his tongue swirling around the sensitive skin there before he moved even further down. Kissing and licking his way down to your stomach.
"Mnnnnn...…." you let out a long, low moan that was half growl, half sob, your head arching back against the mattress as his mouth worked its way down your abdomen. The sensation of his hot, damp tongue tracing the line of your stomach sent a violent tremor through your entire frame, making your pussy ache for attention. Your hands flew to his hair again, fingers curling tight around the dark strands to pulling your nails digging in with a desperate, demanding strength. Genma was about to kiss one of the scars that reside on your stomach when he feels your hands start to tug at his scalp again. when Genma opens his mouth to kiss, he groans loudly his eyes rolling back in pure bliss at the feeling of you pulling his hair.
"mmmmnnnnnppphhhhh" he moans against your skin his mouth open slobbering all over your stomach.
"Don't you dare stop," You command that vibrated in the small space between them. "Get lower, Genma... find it."
Genma let out another rumble against the skin of your stomach, a sound that was part groan and part promise. Your command, delivered with that desperate, beautiful ferocity that acted like an explosive tag trap. He felt the frantic tug of your nails in his hair, the sensation sending a delicious, sharp sting through his scalp that only served to fuel his hunger.
"Nghhhhh… I'll find it…i always do…," he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and damp as he moved lower. ""
He moved with a predatory grace, his head dipping lower until his nose brushed against the soft, dark curls of your bush. The scent of you was a intoxicating mix of your natural musk, sweat from the heat, and your sweet sweet arousal. It hit him like a taijutsu kick from Gai in the face, making his head swim. "Mnngh..... you smell…soo good..." he breathed, a wrecked, heavy rasp. Genma does his best to not immediately dive in. He teases you first, his warm breath ghosting over your most sensitive skin of your outer lips.
s-shut up…" you whisper, you can feel his gaze burning on your most intimate area making your hips lurch and quiver in anticipation. One hand spreads your lips apart with two fingers to give him better access, Genma blows a cool breath on you as he leaned in. His tongue flicked out, a wet, hot stroke that traced the length of your slit, tasting the salt and the sweetness of your readiness causing you it inhale sharply.
"Ahhhh...[name] fuck, ..." Genma licks his lips savoring the taste of you before finding that sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue, swirling around it in a slow, rhythmic motion that sent a violent current through your body.
"Mnngh~... there it is..." he whispers. Genma gives your pussy another long slow lick until the top of his tongue finds you clit again, cirlcling the swollen bud for a moment before his lips seal around you.
"oh….OHHH….S-Shhhh…iiittt…" you hissed at the feeling of Genmas lips sealing around your aching flesh.
He increased the pressure, his tongue working with a firm insistent rhythm, lapping at your as he used his fingers to part you, exposing your even more to his hungry. "Nghh~... do you like that, baby?" he murmured, looking up at you for a fleeting second, his eyes dark, blown wide. "Did you miss my mouth on this pretty little pussy?" Genma leans back down and leaves small little kisses, on your inner thighs, your taint, and back up to your clit.
"Yes, god, yes!" The question he asked was almost laughable. it had been WEEKS since you two last had sex, and you MORE than missed his skilled mouth eating you out. you were drowning in him.
You open your mouth to speak again but the only thing escapes your lips was a loud moan when his lips seal around your clit again. Hahh! ahhh!! godddddd….Fuck..yes… oh fuck yes Gen….."
Genmas tongue works butter soft sweeping circles over that one spot on your clit, over and over again enough to make your toes curl against the sheets.
Hnghhh!!!! fffffuuuuuuuuuckkkk!!!!! ! A scream tore from from your throat as the sensation of his tongue swirling around your sent pleasure straight to your brain, hips bucking violently on their own. your entire arching off the mattress in a desperate, uncoordinated attempt to swallow him whole. Your fingers find and tightened in his hair, your nails digging into his scalp with a bruising, possessive strength as you pulled his face even harder against your aching heat.
Genma's response to your scream was a guttural sound of his own. A gasp of satisfaction that vibrated through his entire chest as he felt your hips bucking against his face. The sensation of your nails digging into his scalp was a delicious sting, that made his already aching cock throb more in the tightness of his own pants. He loved it when you pulled on his hair. Drives him so fucking crazy
"Nghh~... fuck, yes... take it!" he groaned against you, He leaned into your frantic energy, his tongue becoming more insistent, more rhythmic. He focused all his attention on the swollen nub, his tongue swirling around your clit with no fatigue. No vibrator in the world could compare to Genmas mouth.
He wanted to drive you to the edge, to hear you scream his name until your voice broke. He was a shinobi, trained for precision, and he knew exactly how to strike your most vulnerable points. He licked your long and deep, his tongue sweeping upward to catch the sensitive nub of your clit, swirling and flicking with a relentless, punishing speed.
"Fuuuck….Geeeen… thats ahhh…soo… hnghhh…"
His fingers worked tirelessly, his thumb replacing his mouth on your clit while the other slid down to your inner thigh, his thumb applying a firm, circular pressure to the sensitive skin just beside your heat."
"Mmmgh~... look at you... so fucking wet for me, ..." he rumbled, his words muffled by your flesh, his breath hot and stinking of you own arousal.
Genma's thumb circles your clit just the right way to feel that burning sensation deep in your core. You feel your orgasm approaching slowly, and it was gonna be a big one, nearly a whole month without Genma, let alone an orgasm had you practically drooling. The room filled with sounds of you quick shallow breathing, the loud filthy lewd sounds of Genma slurping on your cunt like a hot bowl of ramen from Ichiraku, savouring that sweet taste of you, like the rich bold taste of the broth.
Genmas face was DEEP in between your legs, you could barley lift up your head up when your eyes weren't struggling to not roll back just to see him pull back for a moment. his Nose, chin and cheeks glistened in your arousal and he absolutely loved every second of it. Genma brings his mouth back up to your aching clit sucking, while tracing a finger around your opening. He slowly pushes a finger inside you, and he groaned against you when he felt you contract around his finger.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." your head falls back again your pretty eyes blown wide and unfocused as the world dissolved into a haze of white hot sensation. Every time his tongue swirled around your hard clit a jagged, breathless sob was ripped from your lungs, your hips bucking in a desperate attempt to draw his finger deeper.
"Genma ! Nghhh! Yes, right there... don't you dare slow down!" you choked out, a command that vibrated with pure desperate need. fingers tangling in his dark hair to guide him againm, you tried to pull him even deeper into your aching heat. "ohh my f-fuuuuck….ingg …goooddd…. im getting close…..”
Genma’s whimpers against your cunt as he felt the desperate, violent pull of your fingers in his hair. his tongue flicking with a relentless punishing precision against your clit, while his middle finger began to curl. The sound of your ragged guttural screams filled the room, fueling his own hunger. He was lost in the heat of you, the scent and taste of your arousal driving him to a state of near frenzy.
"Mnnngh~... I've got you, [last name]..," he growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against your sensitive skin.
"hah… Gen…. Gen… gonna…."
As he felt your body stiffen, muscles coiling tight with the imminent approach of a climax, Genma did the one thing he knew would drive you completely insane. Just as you reached the absolute peak, he pulled away.
He retreated only an inch, his lips still barely brushing your skin, finger stilling inside you, but the direct contact was gone. He stayed right there, his hot breath fanning over you , his eyes climbing up to meet your clouded desperate gaze.
"Ahh~... not yet," he whispered, a dark, wicked smirk dancing on his lips, his voice heavy with a mix of love and a sadistic desire to keep you right there on the edge.
You let out a groan in frustration, eyes widened in a momentary flash of pure horror. breath hitching as the agonizingly perfect pressure of his tongue was suddenly replaced by the cool, teasing brush of his lips.
"W-what...? The dazed, the need to cum in your eyes was gone replaced by a sharp, angry glint as you realized exactly what kind of game he was trying to play.
"Ahh, hell no! Fuck no, we are not playing that fucking game, Shiranui!" A low, frustrated growl ripped from your throat as you reached down with bruising force, your fingers tangling deep into his dark hair to reclaim him. With a violent, commanding yank, you dragged his face back down, forcing his mouth to collide in between your legs.
"finish it! asshole"
Genma let out a choked, startled grunt as you hauled him back down, the sudden, violent tug on his scalp making his eyes water for a split second. He loved it when you fought back, he loved the way your pretty eyes could turn from dazed to predatory in a heartbeat.
"Nghh~... fuck, f-fiiine" he wined as his mouth was slammed back against your pussy.
He met your aggression with his own, his tongue lashing out with new sense of errancy, his movements becoming heavy deep and urgent.
He used his tongue and lips around your clit, his suction becoming intense and demanding. He could feel the vibrations of your frustration, the way your entire body was coiled like a spring ready to snap. His fingers worked frantically, one hand gripping your hip to hold you steady while the the one that never left your tight wet heat began curling and pressing into that sweet spongy spot.
"Yes…yess…yesss!!!" The punishing intensity of his tongue sent you spiraling over the edge. your vision fractured into white sparks, your back arching so violently that your spine felt like it might snap against the mattress. Oh god, fuck, here it comes ! "Genma! Genma, fuck! I’m ! I'm gonna fucking cum!"
Genma let out a long, guttural roar of triumph, a sound that was swallowed by the friction of your body against his. As your internal muscles clamped down on his finger in those frantic, rhythmic spasms he felt a jolt of pure electricity shoot up his spine. The force of your orgasm, the way your entire being seemed to shatter and rebuild itself around his mouth, drove him to the brink of his own to the point where he had to stop rutting his achingly hard cock into the sheets.
"Nghh~... fuck, [name] Yes! Ahh~" He groaned into you, a deep, vibrating rumble that was lost in the sound of your beautiful, broken screams. He wanted to taste every single drop of your pleasure, to feel the very moment your muscles relaxed from their peak. He stayed there, anchored to you, riding out the waves of your climax as if he were trying to absorb the sensation into his own very soul.
As the violent bucking of your hips finally began to subside into smaller, weaker tremors, Genma kept eating, licking and sucking every inch until there was nothing left, like licking a plate after a very tasty meal. your thighs clamp shut aroud his head due to the over stimulation. "Hahh… Genma… there’s nothing left… stooop…mnnnnn"
Genma finally pulled back, his lips glistening and his face flushed. He let out a long shaky exhale, his chest heaving as he looked up at you. you were so dazed dazed, hair a beautiful tangled mess against the pillow, and the sight of you so thoroughly undone was more intoxicating than any alcoholic beverage he’d ever tasted. "Mnngh~... you're a liar, [last name]," he rasped.
"There's always a little more left for me" Genma sucks his finger clean before he climbed up your body hovering over you for a moment his heavy, muscular frame acting as a warm grounding weight against your trembling body. He let his forehead rest against yours for a moment, their shared breath mingling in the quiet, heavy air of the room. He could feel the frantic thrumming of your pulse beneath his skin, a rhythmic echo of his own. "Nghh~... you were incredible," he murmured, his tone shifting from predatory to something characteristically soft, almost tender before falling to the spot next to you.
He knew he should probably move get his own clothes off, finally take what he had been craving since the moment he walked through your door but for a moment, he just wanted to bask in the aftermath. He wanted to savor the scent of you, the salt of your skin, and the lingering electricity that still crackled between you two
Slowly, he began to shift onto his back
"Stay right there," he commanded softly, his lips brushing your temple. "Don't you dare move until I've had a chance to catch my breath... and then, we're going to do this properly."
Genma gave you a small, knowing smirk, his eyes glinting with a renewed, darker hunger as he finally began to reach for the waistband of his own pants.
"You?" you let out a breathless huff, the word catching in your throat, struggling to regain your composure. "
Catch your breath?"
"You're a liar, Genma... you hardly did anything," you rasped, voice a wrecked sultry shadow of itself while you reclaim yourself.
"I’m the one who... who was practically screaming my lungs out..." your retort died in your throat eyes dropping to the thick outline of the heavy bulge straining against the fabric of his pants. You lick you lips in anticipation.
Genma laughs at you.Even in your exhausted, post orgasmic state, you couldn't help but poke at him, your defiance a beautiful, familiar melody. He loved that you tried to play it off, even when your eyes were still swimming with the remnants of the pleasure he had just bestowed upon you.
"Oh, is that so?" he teased, his tone was a smooth, dangerous velvet. He shifted his weight, moving closer until the heat of his body was once again pressing against you side. "You think you did all that work by yourself, [last name]? eating pussy is hard work, 'hardly doing anything' then you must have a very low bar for effort."
He saw your gaze drop, saw the way your eyes lingered on the heavy, pulsing tension stretching the fabric of his pants. A slow, predatory smirk spread across his face. He knew exactly what you were looking at, and he knew exactly how much you wanted to finish what they had started.
"Mnngh~... but if you're so confident," he murmured, his hand sliding down your side to grip your hip, his fingers digging in just enough to be possessive, "then maybe you're right. Maybe we should stop talking and get to the real business."
With a fluid, practiced motion, he sat up just enough to shuck his pants, tossing them carelessly to the floor. He didn't rush he wanted you to see him, to see his dick as it sprang free, heavy and thick, pulsing with a life of its own. The air in the room felt suddenly thinner, charged with a renewed, frantic energy.
"Nghh~... look at you," he whispered, his eyes darkening as he looked down at you. "Looking at me like you're starving."
He moved back over you, his knees slotting between your thighs to spread them wide once more. He leaned down, his chest brushing against your sensitive, aching breasts, and his lips found yours in a deep, hungry kiss that tasted of salt and shared desire. His hands moved to your waist, pulling your hips upward to meet him, his thumb tracing the curve of your hip as he prepared to finally sink himself into your warmth.
"Ahh~... fuck, baby," he groaned against your lips, a needy sound showing how desperate he was. "I've been thinking about this since the second we were paired up for patrol."
"yeah… me…tooo…."
Genma let out a huff of a laugh against your lips, the sound vibrating between them. your sharp wit never failed to catch him off guard, even when he was trying to be the suave, composed shinobi.
He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, his gaze heavy and unashamed. The accidental brush of your thigh when you two kneeled down to slowly peel off those explosive tags from those unknown shinobi. Every time he had caught your eye across a tree or felt your presence beside him when you two were writing reports, his blood had hummed with a restless, demanding heat.
"Mnngh~... it wasn't just patrol," he corrected himself with a intimate whisper. He leaned down, his nose brushing against yours. "It was the way you looked at me when you thought I wasn't watching, and your bratty little attitude when we were writing our reports"
He didn't give you a chance to retort. He moved with a sudden, decisive hunger, his hands sliding from your waist to the backs of your thighs, pulling your legs up and around his hips. The shift in position brought your folds flush against the hard cock, a shiny drop of precum leaks from the tip. Genma notices that and rubs the fat head against your clit, watching you gasp.
"Ahh~... fuck..." he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he savored the friction.
He guided himself to your entrance, the tip of his cock brushing up and down your soaking wet entrance. Genma was thick and heavy, and he could feel the rhythmic pulse of your internal muscles already beginning to twitch in anticipation of him. He paused there for a heartbeat, teasing you with the proximity, letting your feel the weight and size of him.
"Nghh~... tell me you want this," he command, slapping his cockhead against your pussy. the wet *plat plat plat*echos throughout the room "Tell me you want me inside you, baby."
you nod your head eagerly. "yes…fuck yes…Genma please… I want it..
The sound of your voice, stripped of its usual sharp edge and replaced with a raw, breathless plea, was the final tether to his restraint. Hearing you say his name like that not as a comrade, not as a friend, but as a man you craved made his vision swim with a dark, intense heat.
"ughhhhhh…. sweeet….." he groaned, Happy you gave your consent.
He pushed forward, a slow and deliberate invasion that forced a sharp, choked gasp from your lips. He was thick, stretching you wide as he slowly buried himself deep within your warmth, his length filling you so completely that it felt as though they were becoming a single, pulsing entity. The sensation of your tight, slick walls clamping around him was almost too much to bear.
It was a sensory overload that made his muscles tremble with the effort of not thrusting wildly right then and there.
"Ahh~... fuck, baby... you're so fucking tight," he rasped, his forehead dropping to rest against yours as he took this moment to simply exist inside of you. He stayed still, letting your body adjust to his size. Letting the heavy thrumming sensation of their connection settle into his bones. He could feel your internal muscles twitching against him, desperate squeezing that sent waves of pleasure through his cock.
"OH….fuuuuck yeah…" Your right hand grips his bicep, hand squeezing the firm muscle.
He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, his expression a mixture of intense lust and a rare, fleeting vulnerability that he would never admit to in the light of day. His eyes were dark, almost black with desire, searching yours.
"Mnngh~... you're so beautiful... so perfect," he whispered, the praise slipping out of him with an ease that surprised even him. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a bruising hungry kiss, his tongue dancing with yours in a frantic wet rhythm that mirrored the mounting tension in his loins, you moaned into his mouth, you could lightly taste yourself on his tongue.
He began to move, a slow, heavy grind that started at the very base of his cock, pulling nearly all the way out before sliding back in with a single deep, authoritative thrust..
"mnnnnnn….." you hum into his mouth, he pulls back pressing his lips against your cheek.
"Nghh~... fuck... look at how you take me..." he groaned, his hips working in a slow, powerful rhythm. The sound of their skin slapping together, the wet, squelching noise of his entry into your pussy filled the small space between them, in what was like a soundtrack to their shared hunger.
"Tell me... tell me how it feels, [last name]... tell me how much you love it when I'm deep inside you."
Sharp, cries of pleasure escape your throat, your fingers digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders to anchor yourself. The sensation was overwhelming a searing delicious burn that felt like it was reawakening every nerve in your body after weeks of agonizing deprivation. Your eyelids flutter, threatening to roll back after each thrust Genma delivers. Swallowing his question with a desperate, needy moan.
"It feels..."
*thrust*
"god…"
*thrust*
"Genmaaa"
*thrust*
"it feels so…. ahhh!!!!"
"oh fuck yeah….." Genma watched the way your expression fracture under his handiwork. Your moans, the way you eyes rolled, the way your corner of your mouth twitched when your mouth hung open. He was close, EMBARRASSINGLY close. Damage to his ego close. Genma was vibrating, his entire body felt like a stretched rubber band ready to snap. Every thrust of his hips felt as though he were plunging into a furnace, the slick tight heat of your pussy dragging at him with a possessive strength that threatened to shatter his composure entirely. He was hovering on the razor's edge, that familiar, dizzying precipice where pleasure became almost indistinguishable from a beautiful kind of pain.
it nearly sent him over the edge before he had even truly begun.
"More…give me more please….!!!" you beg, rasing your kips slightly to meet his slow teasing thrust.
When you gasped out your plea, it was the final spark to the explosive tag. He felt himself surging toward a peak so violent it made his vision blur, you were just about to beg for him again when he forced himself to halt.
"Pleeeease Gen-" you were cut off by the sudden, jarring stillness of his body, you tried to roll your hips in hungry search for the friction he had just snatched away. but he keeps his hands firm on your waist to prevent you from moving.
"Genma?" you breathed, your pretty eyes open to find his face shadowed with worry.
Genma froze, his muscles locked in a state of agonizing, rigid tension. He was buried to the hilt inside you, his cock pulsing heavily against your cervix, but he refused to move. He was a man starving, holding himself back from the feast just to feel the ache of the hunger.
"shit..shit..shit.... fuck..." he choked out, a sound of pure tortured desperation. His eyes were blown wide, dark and predatory, staring down at you as he fought for control. His chest heaved, his breath coming in short, jagged hitches.
"Genma?" you breathed, confused. "what's wrong?"
you look at him with genuine worry. A cramp? Did he he pull a muscle? Strain his back? you both were turning 27 soon.. you remember having lunch with Genma a few months ago, and those chuunin behind you were laughing at you two, cause the text was WAY too small on the menu to read and you both were struggling to read it…maybe those chuunin were right and we were getting old…
"Don't... don't look at me like that, [last name]," he groaned. He leaned down, his sweat slicked chest pressing firmly against your breasts, his weight pinning you into the mattress. He was trembling, the effort of staying still while his body screamed to lunge into you making his muscles quiver. "Fuck, that was close…I almost……" he whispered, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, he licks your earlobe before placing sloppy wet kisses behind it.
A sudden, startled bubble of laughter burst from your throat, eyes bright with a mix of disbelief and amusement at his sudden restraint.
"Are you serious? You, Genma Shiranui, nearly came after a few thrusts?! " The laughter got louder, mocking his temporary lapse in his stamina. you internal muscles involuntary clenching around his dick in a tight rhythmic squeeze that mimicked your laughing.
Genma let out a sound that was halfway between a growl and a whimper, a low frustrated noise that vibrated through his entire frame. Your laughter, though light and teasing, was a dangerous thing it vibrated through your core and by extension through him. Every time your internal muscles spasmed when you laughed, your cunt gripped his dick with a punishing pressure that made his vision go dark at the edges.
"Nghh~... shut up, [last name]... just... fuck... shut up," he grumbled, He squeezed his eyes shut, burying his face in the crook of your neck to hide the desperation on his face. He could smell you the scent of your skin, the salt of your sweat, and the heady, intoxicating aroma of your arousal. It was a sensory siege, and he was losing the battle.
"You think this is a game?" he breathed against your skin, his teeth grazing your collarbone in a way that was more a bite than a kiss. "mnnn….I told you last night when we were on patrol that it's been weeks for me too. were you even listening to me?"
The laughter died in your throat, replaced by a sudden heavy stillness The realization hit you like a physical blow, making your stomach flip in a way that had nothing to do with lust and everything to do with the sudden, sharp pang of shared longing.
"Wait, really?" you breathed, you voice losing its playful edge and dropping into a soft, stunned rasp. your hands, still gripped tightly to his sweaty shoulders, trembled slightly as the weight of his confession settled between them.
"That means the last time...was with me?" You ask, silently hoping the last time he had sex had in fact been you, and not someone else. not that it mattered honestly. You knew Genma saw other men too, but had he really been THAT busy to not have sex?
Genma felt the shift in you immediately the way the teasing heat in your body cooled into something more profound, more vulnerable. He let out a long, shaky breath, against your neck before his lifted his head look down at you.
"Nghh~... yeah," he rasped, his voice thick and uncharacteristically honest. He didn't look away, didn't try to deflect with a witty remark or a smirk. He let the silence stretch for a moment.
"It was you, [name]. I told you I've been too busy for any activities, as were you. I figured you heard me mention that, and that why you haven't asked me how many business days it was been since my last lay.
He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as he sought comfort in your closeness. The sexual tension was still there, a screaming, pulsing thing between their hips, but it was layered now with something much deeper, something that made his chest ache.
"Mnngh~... don't make it a big deal," he added, a flicker of his usual defensive arrogance returning, though it was softened by the tremor in his hands as they slid down to cup your breast.
You let out a soft, huffed breath, the tension in your chest easing just enough to let a flicker of your usual, sharp tongued mischief resurface. You leaned into the warmth of his hand against your breast. "Still..." you murmured, your voice regaining a hint of its playful, teasing rasp as you looked back up at him. "It’s a little funny, isn't it? You act all tough and brooding, but you almost lost it after a few strokes and a little bit of teasing." you reached up, your thumb tracing the line of his jaw with a mock pitying softness, your gaze dropping momentarily to the heavy, pulsing heat still buried deep within you. "How's that ego of yours holding up, Shiranui? Feeling a little bruised?"
Genma let out a sound that was half scoff, half groan, his eyes narrowing as your teasing words hit him. Even in the midst of this heavy, intimate vulnerability, you knew exactly how to poke at his pride. He hated how easily you could do that how you could flip the script from a moment of genuine connection back to your usual, sharp tongued banter.
"Nghh~... my ego is just fine, [last name]," he countered, though the way his voice cracked betrayed him, his nose brushing against yours, his gaze intense and dark. "If anything, it’s a testament to how much you affect me.
He caught your hand, the one tracing his jaw, and pressed a lingering, heated kiss to your palm. His thumb traced the sensitive skin of your wrist, feeling the frantic uneven thrum of your pulse. He could feel the heat of your body, the way you was still slightly damp and trembling beneath him, and the lust that was still simmering in the air between them.
"Mnngh~... you want to talk about ego?" He let out a low, dangerous chuckle, he rolls his hips, pulling out slightly, as he gave you a shallow thrust that made his dick hit your cervix "Then let's see how much of that mouth you have left to tease me with once we're done."
The moment of softness was over, replaced by a renewed, predatory hunger. He shifted his grip, his hands sliding down from your breasts to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin with a possessive force. He began to move again, slowly like before.
"Ahh~... fuck, [naaaaame]..." he groaned, his head falling back as a wave of pleasure rolled through him.
"Tell me you want me to keep going."
"Ah!!!!" A sharp,cry tore from your throat as his shallow, heavy thrust caught you right on the mark, your hips lurching upward to meet the punishing depth of him.
"You... nghh... you arrogant, dramatic prick! you're ahhh already…" you gasped out, fingers digging into his shoulders with enough force to leave marks, your nails dragging against his skin as you tried to anchor your against the tidal wave of sensation. The teasing was gone, replaced by a desperate, frantic need that made your internal muscles clench around his length in a tight vice.
Genma didn't even flinch at the sting of your nails digging into his shoulders. the sharp sensation only served to fuel the fire roaring in his gut. Your insults were like music to him. He loved the way you fought him, the way your defiance melted into those desperate, broken sounds.
"Nghh~... then call me whatever you want," he growled, his voice dropping into a primal, guttural register. "Just don't stop calling my name." He abandoned the slow teasing rhythm, his restraint finally snapping like a taut wire. He began to thrust with a newfound ferocious intensity, his hips slamming against yours with a heavy, rhythmic slap slap slap that echoed in the quiet room. He was no longer being careful, he was driving into you with a desperate, unbridled hunger, seeking to lose himself entirely in the heat of you. "Ahh~... mmnngh~... yes, just like that..."
"Nghh~... look at you... you're taking every inch of me..." he panted, his breath hot and ragged against the shell of your ear. He was watching your face, mesmerized by the way your eyes rolled back, the way your lips parted in a silent plea. "Tell me... tell me you're mine right now, [last name].
"Ahhh!!!... ahhhmmm..." you start nearly screaming as he drove into you with that sudden, ferocious intensity, your vision fracturing into white sparks. "God, soooo biiiiggg…." You thought, your head arching wildly against the pillow as your cunt clamped around him like a vice.
"Y yes! Fuck, yes, Genma! Nghhh!" You sobbed out, your voice a breathless broken mess of pure sensation. you hands leaving his shoulders, trembling fingers sliding through his dark hair before cupping his face, your palms pressing against his heated skin to pull him even closer. You needed to feel the friction of his skin against yours, to ground yourself as he hammered into you.
"i-im ahhh im y-yoursss..."
He increased the tempo, his movements becoming a blur of heat and friction. The sound of their bodies meeting the wet, squelching of your slickness became a frantic, driving beat. He was pushing you, pounding your cervix hard, his own pleasure building into a towering, unstoppable force within his gut.
"Mmmgh~... fuck, you're so fucking perfect..." he groaned, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck as he drove himself into you again and again, deeper and harder than before.
"Mnngh~... look at you... you're taking it all... so fucking good..." he panted, his voice breaking as he felt the pressure in his balls reach a boiling point.
"Ughhh... ahh! Fuuuuck... Genma, y-you're so d-deep... "The force of his thrusts made your breath hitch in your throat, your lungs struggling to catch air between the ragged, desperate cries. You arched your back, body buckled under the weight of him.
"S-sooo… d-deee- hahh…" You managed to choke out, your fingers curling tightly into the muscles of his back to pull him even deeper holding onto him tightly like he asked.
your hips buckled, arching instinctively to meet the punishing, animalistic force of his rhythm as You fought to swallow every heavy inch of him as he continues to pound directly into your cervix.
"You're a fucking animal, Genma!" You choked out, Just as You thought You couldn't take any more, his hand snaked between their sweating bodies, his thumb finding your clit with practiced, predatory precision. The sudden, firm pressure of his thumb circling your clitsent a jolt of electricity straight to your core, making your entire body lurch upward in a desperate, needy spasm..
the moment his thumb made contact with your clit once again, Genma felt your entire body lurch, your hips jerking upward in a violent, needy spasm that nearly sent him over the edge himself. The sensation of your aroused flesh against his thumb, combined with the slick, hot friction of his cock buried deep inside you, was a sensory overload that made his brain feel like it was melting.
"an animal? Yeah... yeah, that's exactly what I am right now!" he roared, his voice a wrecked, gravelly mess. He didn't slow down; if anything, the feeling of your clenching around his thumb and his cock simultaneously drove him into a frenzy. He increased the pressure of his thumb, grinding it firmly against the metal and the swollen, sensitive flesh beneath it, while his hips continued their heavy, punishing rhythm.
Slap, slap, slap, squelch. The sounds of their union were frantic and loud, a testament to how far they had both drifted from the calm, composed shinobi they were in the daylight.
Ahh~! Mnngh~... baby ! Look at me!" he commanded, his eyes wide and blown out with lust as he watched your face contort in pleasure.
"I'm gonna hgnhhh….. cum soon… f-fuck pull ahh on my hair when you...get close...okay?"
Your hands abandoned his sweating back, lurching upward to tangle greedily in his dark hair. You gripped the strands with a desperate, bruising force, yanking him downward just as he commanded. the sharp tug sent a broken, needy whimper through his chest, his ferocious rhythm faltering as the sting hit his kink. The sensation of him bottoming out, stretching you so full and heavy while his thumb relentlessly ground against your clitoris, pushed you past the precipice.
"Ah, Gen... Genma, I'm... I can't... I'm gonna... nghh... I'm... AHH!" you cried, the sound a wrecked, high pitched wail of pure surrender as you buried your face against his ear, pulling his hair with everything you had. Genma let out a pathetic, desperate whimper, his body shuddering violently as your climax hit, the sudden friction of your internal walls triggering his own explosive release.
Genma’s world narrowed down to the feeling of you pulling his hair, and theoverwhelming sensation of you pulsing around him. Every time your walls spasmed, When you came, it felt like a direct command to his body to finally, finally let go. The tension that had been coiled in his gut for weeks a tight, aching pressure he'd ignored through long missions and late nights suddenly snapped with the force of a landslide.
"fuck.. fuck fuck fuck… im cumming… oh fuck you ready for it? ahhh..hhahhh….."
He let out a long, shuddering groan that vibrated deep in his chest, his head falling back as his spine went rigid. He felt the first heavy, hot jet of his seed slam against the back of your womb, followed immediately by another, and another. The volume of his load was staggering. he felt as though he were emptying his very soul into you. The sensation was so intense it was almost painful, a delicious, white hot ache that made his toes curl and his vision swim in dizzying circles.
"mnnn… yes…baby….mnnn fill me up…." you hum into his ear, knowing he hadn't found release in weeks, you knew you were in for a massive, hot mess as he began to blow a heavy, pulsing load that seemed to fill you to the brim. His hips twitching as he continued to flood your with warmth. He felt your fullness, the way he was filling you up so completely that he was sure you could feel every single pulse of his climax.
"Mmnngh~... fuck...[name]... fuck..." he panted, his voice reduced to a broken, breathless whisper. He slumped forward, his heavy, sweat slicked chest pressing against your breasts, his forehead resting against the crook of your neck as he tried to find his breath. His heart was hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird, and he could feel the frantic thrum of your own pulse against his skin.
He stayed buried inside you, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of the release. He didn't want to move; he just wanted to exist in this heavy, scent filled haze of sweat, musk, and the overwhelming intimacy of their shared exhaustion.
"Haah~... haah~..." he exhaled, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. "You... you're incredible... nghh... you have no idea..."
You let out a long, shaky exhale, your body feeling heavy and beautifully wrecked as You stayed slumped into the mattress, letting your head loll to the side to rest against the pillow, your eyes half lidded and hazy with lingering pleasure. As the frantic pounding of his heart slowed against your own, You reached down, your fingers tracing slow, soothing lines down the sweat slicked muscles of his back. The skin was hot to the touch, still trembling slightly from the force of his release, and You found yourself wanting to ground him, to pull him back from the edge of that sensory overload. "Slow down, you idiot," You murmured with a tired, your voice still a raspy shadow of its usual self. "You're going to exhaust yourself before the sun even goes down if you keep acting like a starved animal every time we touch."
Genma let out a weak huffed chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours. He didn't move to pull away, enjoying the weight of his body against yours and the soothing, rhythmic sensation of your fingers tracing the lines of his back. The adrenaline was slowly receding, leaving behind a heavy, languid warmth that made his limbs feel like lead.
"Hard not to... when you're looking at me like that..." he murmured, his voice still thick and gravelly. He shifted slightly, the movement causing a wet, squelching sound as his spent cock slid shifted inside you.
He finally lifted his head, his dark hair a mess of sweat and tangles. He looked down at you, his gaze softening as he took in your wrecked, beautiful state. The arrogance and the teasing edge he usually carried had bled away, replaced by a rare, quiet vulnerability. He reached up, his hand trembling just a fraction as he brushed the hair away from your face.
He knew he should get up, should start the process of cleaning them both, but for a moment, he just lingered. He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your temple.
"Stay like this for a minute," he whispered, his eyes closing as he breathed you in. "Just... a minute. Then I'll take care of you."
True to his word, once the initial haze of exhaustion had lifted enough for him to move. He slid himself out of you slowly before sliding off the bed. He moved with a quiet, attentive grace, fetching a warm, damp cloth from your bathroom.
You propped yourself up on one elbow, your hair a mess and your skin still flushed a deep, post coital pink. you watched the way his muscles rippled under the dim light as he worked, a lazy, teasing smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.
"A towel? How domestic of you, Genma,"
"I'm actually surprised you went for the cloth instead of just staying down there to eat me out until you've licked every last drop of yourself off of me." you let your gaze trail down his back, your voice dropping into a sultry, challenging hum. "Is the big, bad Shiranui suddenly feeling gentlemanly, or are you just saving your appetite for round two?"
Genma paused, the damp cloth in his hand. He caught that mischievous glint in your eyes, and a low, dark chuckle rumbled in his throat. He loved it when you teased him like this it was a reminder that even when they were both physically spent, your spirit was as sharp as a kunai.
"fuuuck
He walked back to the edge of the bed, sitting on the side with a heavy, graceful movement. The dim light of the room caught the sheen of sweat on his shoulders, making his muscles look defined and rugged. He didn't look like a gentleman; he looked like a man who had just finished a grueling battle, but his eyes were soft as he focused entirely on you.
"And for the record," he added, his voice dropping an octave as he leaned closer, "I'm not feeling 'gentlemanly.' I'm being practical. You're a mess, and you deserve to be cleaned up properly instead of just being left to stick to the sheets."
He reached out, his hand warm and steady as he gently guided you to lie back, his touch incredibly tender compared to the ferocity of their earlier encounter. He began to use the warm cloth, starting with the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, moving with a slow, deliberate care. The warmth of the cloth against your skin was a soothing contrast to the friction of their bodies. but you could tell he was being lazy with it.
As he worked, he was silent, his focus entirely on your comfort. He cleaned away the slickness of their union, his movements methodical and attentive. He didn't rush the aftercare; he treated it with the same intensity he gave to their sex, making sure every inch of you was tended to.
"There," he murmured after a few minutes, setting the cloth aside and leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to the curve of your hip. He looked up at you, his expression unreadable for a moment before a playful, lazy grin returned.
"Cleaned up and presentable. Now... as for that second round..." He trailed off, his eyes darkening as they swept over your flushed body.
You let out a soft, huffed laugh at his suggestion, eyes shimmering with a mix of exhaustion and lingering heat. a playful smirk tugging at your lips as you watched him hover over you.
"If we are going a second round why bother to even clean me up then…" you began to shift, bracing yourself up on your elbows to sit up, your core muscles flexing and feeling heavy and sensitive from his earlier ferocity. As you moved, a sudden warm sensation flooded you , and you gasped as a thick, heavy stream of Genma's seed began to pour out of you, slicking your inner thighs and dripping onto the sheets.
you looked down at the mess, then back up at him with a look of annoyance.
"fuck....i just changed these sheets the other day. I told you, aftercare with your mouth was better. I fucking knew your dumb ass wasnt gonna get it all"
Genma froze for a heartbeat, his eyes dropping to the sight of his heavy, white release spilling from you. He watched the way it pooled, a visceral reminder of just how much he had poured into you.
When voice hit him that raspy, annoyed tone that was so uniquely you he couldn't help the low, rumbling laugh that escaped his lips.
"Blaming me? Really, [last name]?" he teased, though there was a definite flicker of heat in his eyes as he watched you. "You're the one who was begging me not to stop."
But as you mentioned his mouth, as you challenged his 'gentlemanly' efforts with a demand for the more primal kind of cleaning, Genma felt that familiar, dark tug in his gut.
He saw the way you looked at him half annoyed, half hungry and the teasing smirk on his face slowly melted into something much more predatory.
"Is that so?" he murmured, his voice dropping into a dangerous, velvety register. "You think a cloth is too clinical? You want the 'starved animal' to finish the job?"
He didn't wait for an answer. Genma moved with a sudden, fluid grace, crawling up the bed until he was hovering directly over you, his muscular frame casting a shadow across your flushed skin. He braced himself on his forearms, his chest nearly brushing yours, his gaze locked onto your eyes. The scent of them salt, musk, and the sweet, heavy aroma of their climax was intoxicating.
"If you're going to complain," he whispered, his lips hovering just inches from your skin, "then you should have known better than to provoke me."
He shifted his weight, sliding down the bed until he was positioned between your legs. he leaned forward, his breath hot against your inner thigh as he hovered near the mess he'd left behind. He looked up at you one last time, a silent, challenging question in his eyes, before he pressed his face against your skin.
Slurp. Schlick.
He began to lick you clean, his tongue long and deliberate as he swept it from the base of your thighs up toward the sensitive, swollen folds of your pussy. He was thorough, his tongue working with a focused intensity to lap up every drop of his own seed, his movements slow and rhythmic.
"Mmn... nghh~" he let out a muffled, hungry sound against your skin, his nose brushing against your clitoris as he worked. he was tasting you, savoring the salt and the heat of your body, his tongue swirling around your sensitive flesh with a devotion that was anything but 'gentlemanly.'
"Ahhh! Genma! God, you're ahhh! Too... sen...seeee! Hhaaaaa!" your head rolled side to side against the pillow, your pretty eyes fluttered, entire body going taut. your thighs twitched uncontrollably, his tongue worked with a devastating, focused precision. The sensation of his warm, heavy tongue swirling around your swollen folds especially as he brushed against your clit sent jolts of pure electricity straight to your brain. you reached down, your fingers digging into his dark hair to either pull him closer or push him away,
"You... you absolute bastard..." you gasped out, a wrecked, breathless moan breaking through your words. your stomach flexed and more of genmas cum game spilling out as he eagerly lapped it up with his tongue.
Genma didn't care if he was being a bastard; he was a man on a mission. The sound of your voice that wrecked, high pitched wail of pleasure was better than any praise he could have received. He could feel your thighs trembling against his ears, the muscles twitching in a rhythmic, desperate spasm that only made him more ravenous.
Schlick... slurp... mmngh~
He leaned into you, his nose pressing deep into your heat as he focused his attention on the point of your greatest sensitivity. The sensation of your clit against his tongue, combined with the slick, hot texture of your body, was driving him insane. He was lapping up the excess of his own release with a primal hunger, his throat working as he swallowed the thick, salty warmth of you.
"Nghh~... mmn... fuck, [name]..." he groaned against your skin, the vibration of his voice likely sending more tremors through your core.
He was worshiping you. He used the flat of his tongue to sweep wide, heavy strokes over your sensitive folds, before narrowing his focus to the tiny, swollen nub of your clit. He swirled his tongue around it, applying just enough pressure to make your hips buck off the mattress, his fingers reaching up to grip your thighs, holding you steady so he could reach every inch of you.
Slurp mmngh~
The sound of his tongue working in your wetness was loud in the quiet room, like he was slurping some of his hot pumpkin soup on a cold autums day.
"Ahhh~... haah~..." He pulled back just an inch, his face glistening and wet, his eyes dark and blown out with lust as he looked up at you. He was panting, his breath coming in ragged, heavy bursts. A single thread of saliva connected his lip to your swollen, reddened flesh. "You... you taste so fucking good... ngh... do you have any idea?"
He didn't wait for you to regain your breath. He moved his head back down, his tongue lashing out in a faster, more insistent rhythm.
"Genma... fuuuuuuuck... y-youre just mnnn… tasting yourself at this point" Your voice broke, biting your lip, you fingers tightened in his dark hair, and his moans vibrated though your pussy .
"You absolute... ngh... animal... it's too much... there's so much of you..." you gasped, your hips bucking as his tongue licked a slow, devastating stripe of heat right across your aching clit. "Don't you... ahhh!... don't you dare stop... just keep... fuck... keep going!"
Genma’s heart hammered, the sound of your voice that broken, desperate command acting like fuel to the fire already roaring in his gut. He loved the way you sounded when you lost control, the way your composed, sharp tongued self dissolved into a puddle of raw, unadulterated need. He wasn't just an animal; he was your animal, and he intended to prove it.
"fuck yeah…" he rumbled against you, the words vibrating directly into your sensitive flesh. "Don't worry, [last name]... I'm just getting started."
He redoubled his efforts, his tongue becoming more rhythmic and insistent. He abandoned the broad, sweeping strokes for a much more targeted assault. He began to use the tip of his tongue to flick rapidly against your clit.
“ahhhuhuhuhuh…. ffffuuuuuuckkk….. just like that Gen… uhhhh mnnnnnn…….."
He let out a low, guttural moan of his own, his nose buried deep in your scent, the aroma of your arousal mixing with the musk of his own spent seed. He used his hands to spread you even wider, his fingers digging into the soft meat of your thighs to hold you open, exposing you completely to his voracious attention. He wanted to see every twitch, every flush, every spasm of your muscles. He caught the your aroused flesh between his tongue sucking on it gently before lashing out with a sharp, flicking motion that made your entire body arch like a bow.
He shifted his focus, his tongue sliding deep inside you for a moment, mimicking the thrusting of his cock, before pulling back out to focus once more on your clit again. He was driving you toward the edge, teasing the very brink of your sanity, his movements becoming faster, more frantic, mirroring the desperate way your fingers were currently clutching at his hair.
“mmmmphhhh… keeep pulling on my hair baby please…" he please. He could feel your tension building, the way your inner muscles were beginning to quiver and tighten in anticipation of the coming storm.
Fuck... Genma... ahhh!" your voice cracked, hips bucked wildly against his face, you squeezed your eyes shut, teetering on the edge of another orgasm once more.
"You're so... ngh... fucking good at this…hahhh… pelase don't stop now you bastard, because I'm... I'm gonna cum again!"
Genma heard the desperation in your voice, the way your command turned into a ragged plea, and it sent a surge of pure, unadulterated dominance through him. He loved when you called him a bastard, especially when you were so close to losing your mind. The feeling of your hips bucking against his cheeks, the frantic, rhythmic pulsing of your walls against his tongue, told him everything he needed to know. you was right on the brink, a coiled spring of pure tension ready to snap.
"cum on my face baby…mnnnn want it so bad….."
He increased the ferocity, his tongue pressing hard against your clit swirling in heavy punishing circles.
Schlick, schlick, schlick... slurp...
The sound was wet and heavy, a primal percussion to your frantic moans. He used his thumbs to press into the crease where your thighs met your pelvis, pulling you even tighter against his mouth, ensuring there was no escape from the sensation. He could feel your internal muscles beginning to clamp down in those rhythmic, pre orgasmic tremors. the tiny frantic contractions that signaled the storm was about to break.
"That's it... fuck... just like that..." he murmured, his voice a low, vibrating rumble against your clitoris. "Come for me, baby... ahh~"
He felt the first violent spasm of you climax hit him, your inner muscles clenching around his tongue with a strength that made his own head swim. He didn't stop, he kept up the relentless flicks his mouth working to milk every single drop of pleasure from you as you began to unravel. into a moany,whiney, wimpery mess.
"" The scream ripped from your throat, raw and uninhibited, as your entire world dissolved into a blinding, white hot supernova of sensation. your back arched so violently off the mattress that you felt your spine might snap, your fingers clawing desperately at his hair to anchor yourself as the third orgasm of the afternoon tore through you with punishing intensity. you couldn't even form coherent words, only choked out his name through a sob as the overwhelming force of your orgasm left you weeping, pretty eyes squeezed shut against the pleasure. your inner walls clamped down on his tongue in a series of frantic, rhythmic spasms, you wailed, your voice breaking as your body finally began to shudder and slump back into the pillows, completely spent and trembling from the aftershocks.
Your scream vibrated through Genma’s very bones. He felt the violent arch of your spine, the way your body turned into a taut, trembling bow of pure sensation, and he didn't let up for a single second. He drank in the feeling of your internal muscles clamping down on his tongue those frantic, rhythmic, punishing spasms that felt like they were trying to pull his very soul out of his mouth.
Schlick... slurp... mmnngh~
He stayed buried there, his mouth pressed firmly against your swollen, pulsing heat, riding out the storm of your climax. He wanted to feel every single aftershock, every tiny, involuntary quiver of your thighs as you began to slump back into the mattress. He could hear the ragged, weeping sounds you made, the way your breath hitched in your throat, and it filled him with a dark, satisfied warmth. He had broken you, just a little bit, and the sight of you so unraveled was the most intoxicating thing he had ever witnessed.
As the intensity of your spasms finally began to taper off into long, slow tremors, Genma finally pulled back. He didn't move far, though. He stayed between your legs, his face glistening with your moisture and the remnants of his own seed, his breathing just as heavy and wrecked as yours. He looked up at you, his dark eyes soft but still heavy with the lingering heat of lust, watching your chest heave as you tried to find your breath.
Nghh... fuck, [name]..." he rasped, his voice a low, gravelly mess. He reached up, his hand trembling slightly from the exertion.
"good job baby…"
He leaned forward, not to tease or to drive you further, but to press a slow, lingering, and tender kiss to your forehead. The predatory animal had retreated, leaving behind the man who, despite his fear of commitment, couldn't help but feel a profound sense of care for the woman beneath him.
"Easy now," he murmured, his voice dropping to a soothing tone
"Just breathe baby….You're okay. I've got you."
He moved with careful deliberate motions, wanting to ensure he didn't startle you out of your haze. He reached for the cloth on the nightstand. Genma used the now cold, damp corner of it to gently wipe the stray droplets from your inner thighs, his touch light and reverent. He was transitioning into his role of caretaker, the aftercare he sometimes provided, when he didn't fuck you again right after.
Genma watched your eyes flutter, his gaze never leaving your face. Even in the silence, the heavy scent of their passion hung thick in the air, a testament to the beautiful, messy chaos you two had just shared.
Fuck... The word was barely more than a broken whisper as you let out a long, shuddering exhale, your body feeling like liquid beneath Genma's touch. His tenderness was dangerous, making you feel thigns for him that you desperately try to keep burred in order to maintain your "casual agreement".
You felt the now cold cloth against you skin and the gentle kiss on your forehead, and for a moment, you simply closed your eyes, savoring the rare quiet between you two, despite your growing feelings for him.
Slowly, you mustered enough strength to prop yourself up on your elbows, muscles protesting with a satisfying ache as you looked at his glistening face. You blink a couple times, eyes were still hazy with pleasure, but a familiar, teasing spark returned as you glanced toward the nightstand where you keep your bedroom cigarettes.
"I need a cigarette before my brain finishes melting entirely. Be a good little bastard and pass them over."
"Good little bastard? Bold move, considering you can barely even lift your head right now," he teased, though there was no real bite in his tone. The dark intensity of the past hour had settled into something more comfortable, a familiar, domestic kind of chaos that only existed between the two of them.
He shifted his weight, moving smoothly to reach for the nightstand. His muscles, flexed, still slick with sweat and the evidence of their coupling and fuck you couldn't keep your eyes off of him. He grabbed the pack and the lighter with one hand, then returned to your side.
"Here," he murmured, holding them out to you. As you reached for them he used his free hand to trace the line of your jaw, his thumb brushing against you bottom lip in a gesture that was uncharacteristically soft. "Don't let your brain melt too fast, baby. I might still have a few ideas for later, also you should quit smoking. it's not good for you.
He finally released the pack and the lighter into your grip, sitting back on his heels. He watched you with a satisfied expression, his dark hair sticking to his forehead. "Take your time. When you're done, I'm getting us some water. You're probably dehydrated after all that screaming."
"yeah yeah whatever. I'll quit smoking when I get pregnant or something" you let out a small self deprecating laugh. Knowing that was unlikely due to your damaged ovaries.
"Yeah, yeah, keep dreaming, Shiranui," you countered with a dismissive snort, though the ghost of a smile lingered. "Before you start planning round twp, do me a favor and grab me that shirt and the shorts folded on my dresser over there." you gestured lazily toward the furniture, your eyes tracking his movement with lingering hunger. "Those are yesterday's night clothes I'm not putting on anything fresh just to step out on the balcony."
Genma rolled his eyes, but the lazy smirk never left his face. "Smart mouth as always," he muttered, standing up in one fluid motion. He didn't bother covering himself yet, he simply walked across the room, his naked form comfortable in the space they shared. He was half hard again, of course he was. He knew you was watching him he could practically feel your eyes tracking the movement of his shoulders and the line of his back and he didn't mind the attention.
"Yesterday's clothes? Typical," he commented over his shoulder, reaching the dresser.
"Hey I wear the name clothes to bed like 3 times before I wash them, nothings wrong with that." you bite back
He grabbed the shirt and the shorts, the fabric rough against his palms compared to the slickness of your skin from earlier.
He returned to the bed, the worn clothing draped over his arm. Instead of just handing them over, he held them just out of you reach for a second,.
"You know, if you're going out on the balcony looking like that, you're just asking for the neighbors to get a show." With a chuckle, he finally relented and dropped the clothes onto your lap.
"Here. Don't overheat out there"
He leaned down, pressing one more quick, rough kiss to you lips before straightening up. "I'll go get those drinks. Try not to fall asleep standing up." He heads over to the pile of their discarded clothes, slipping just his pants from earlier back on.
You roll your eyes. try not to fall asleep standing up, my ass, you thought, rolling your eyes at his smug little exit. With a groan that was half pain and half pleasure, you pulled on yesterday's oversized shirt and shorts, the fabric clinging to your sweat damp skin. You made your way to the living room, legs still feeling like jelly and slid the glass door shut behind you, sealing the cool air inside as you stepped out into the balcony. The heat outside was oppressive, thick and sticky enough to make your sweat coated body feel icky. You leaned back against the railing, inhaling deeply from your cigarette and letting the nicotine steady your nerves. Through the glass, you watched Genma move through the kitchen, tracking the way his powerful frame filled the space.
Genma moved through the kitchen with the practiced ease of someone who had spent enough nights here to know exactly where everything lived. He filled two tall glasses with ice and water. His muscles still hummed with a residual tension, the phantom sensation clenching around him refusing to fully dissipate.
As he poured, he caught your reflection in the window glass the silhouette of you against the balcony railing, the glowing ember of your cigarette a small point of light in the humid evening air. you looked wrecked, beautiful, and utterly satisfied.
"Here," he said quietly, stepping out onto the balcony a few minutes later. The heat hit him immediately, but he didn't seem to mind, carrying the two glasses with steady hands. He handed youu the water first, knowing you needed to rehydrate after the way you had been screaming his name.
He leaned his elbows against the railing beside you, close enough that shoulders brushed. He took a long pull from his own drink, letting the cold liquid soothe his throat before exhaling a contented sigh. The village was quiet this afternoof, the distant sounds of Konoha muffled by the heavy air.
"Can I have a cigarette too?
You took a long, grateful sip of the water, letting the cold liquid soothe your raw throat before setting the glass down on the small table beside you. Turning your head to study him, eyes glinting with amusement as you caught his request.
A mocking laugh escaped your lips, though it still carried the faint rasp from your earlier exertions. "A cigarette? Really, Genma?" you teased, tilting your head as you exhaled a plume of smoke into the humid afternoon air. "After you were just drilling me about quitting? The hypocrisy is almost as impressive as your stamina."
Genma let out a genuine laugh at that, a sound that carried genuine amusement rather than his usual cocky deflection. He reached out, plucking the pack from the table beside you with your your permission. "Hey, I smoke occasionally, never keep a pack on me but I smoke once and a while [Last name]" he added, tapping one out and lighting it with the ember of yours. At least i don't go through a pack a day like some people we know."
He took a long drag, the smoke filling his lungs before he exhaled it slowly into the warm night breeze. He leaned back against the railing, crossing his arms over his bare chest, the muscles of his torso shifting with the movement. The cool glass in his other hand was a welcome relief against the sticky heat of the Konoha afternoon.
"And as for the stamina," he continued, shooting you a sidelong glance that was pure challenge, " You're the only one who can keep up with me.
"heh.." huffing out, you take another long drag of your cigarette.
He took another sip of his drink, watching you through half lidded eyes. Even exhausted and covered in the remnants of their passion, possessed a magnetic pull that he found impossible to ignore.
"So," he murmured after a moment of comfortable silence, the smoke curling between them. "What's the plan for the rest of the after? More teasing?"
When you asked about the AC, he let out a groan of genuine irritation, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Yeah, it's still fucked. Some idiot in maintenance promised it would be fixed three days ago. It's basically just a glorified fan at this point."
He took another drag of his cigarette, the heat was indeed making the air feel thick enough to chew on, and the thought of retreating to his sweltering apartment didn't exactly sound like a reward.
You let out a derisive snort, rolling your eyes at his complaint about the maintenance crew before flicking an ash into the night air. you let out a derisive snort, rolling your eyes at his complaint about the maintenance crew before flicking an ash into the night air. "yeah they're not the best when it comes to fixing things in this building, anyway…Shit... well, let's just hang tight for a bit then.. wait a few hours…then in the evening when it cools down we can head out to the market and pick up some groceries for my place?"
Genma hummed in agreement, the smoke from his cigarette curling around his face as he considered your suggestion. "Sounds like a plan," he murmured, taking another slow pull from his drink. "Sticking around here seems like the only sane option if we're not trying to melt into the pavement. Besides..." He shifted closer, the heat of his bare skin pressing against your shoulder. "I'm not exactly in a rush to leave."
He finished his drink in a few long swallows and set the empty glass down beside hers. The fire in his blood had settled into a comfortable glow, but the proximity to you even now, in this humid haze still made something in his gut tighten with possessive familiarity. He liked this part: the quiet aftermath where they could pretend, just for a moment, that they weren't bracing themselves against the dysfunction of their relationship.
"Gonna need a shower before we go anywhere," he said, shooting you a lazy, crooked grin. "Unless you want to go to the market still smelling like me."
He nudged you gently with his hip, testing your balance, knowing your legs were probably still unsteady from the same reason his were. "What do you say? Want to join me, or are you planning on hiding out here until the sun goes down?" He puts out his cigarette in the ash tray on the table.
You let out a low, teasing laugh that still carried that delicious rasp in your throat, tilting your head to meet his gaze. "Oh please," you murmured, blowing a lazy stream of smoke past his ear as you leaned into his side. "You're already talking about hygiene when five minutes ago you were promising you had more ideas for later. besides, I bet you didn't even wash your face after eating me out huh?" you shifted your weight, the movement making your bare thighs brush against his as you gave him a sidelong, challenge filled look with those pretty eyes. "What happened to that stamina you were bragging about, Shiranui? Or is a little water and soap supposed to be part of the next round?"
Genma stiffened slightly, his smirk widening into something more dangerous as he felt your thigh brush against his. He turned his head toward you, those half lidded eyes darkening as he caught the challenge in your tone. He didn't bother denying it; he could still taste you on his tongue, the salt and sweetness clinging to him like a second skin.
"Oh, I definitely didn't wash my face yet," he rumbled, his voice dropping back into that velvety, threatening register. "But you're right. Maybe soap and water are exactly what we need to make things... interesting."
He reached out, his hand sliding from your shoulder down to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him. The contrast of the sticky night heat and their sweat slicked skin made the contact feel almost electric. He could feel the way you breathing hitched despite eyour teasing words, the challenge between them never truly fading, only changing form.
"You think I'm tired, baby?" he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "I'm just pacing myself. But if you're so eager to test my stamina again..."
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his free hand coming up to grip your chin gently. "Maybe we can try anal this time?
You eyes widen in horror, without a second's hesitation, you step back hand flew out, the loud, stinging crack of the back of your hand connecting with his bare chest echoing off the balcony railing. "absolutely fucking not Shiranui," you hissed through gritted teeth. "I told you I need at least 5-10 buisness days to mentally prepare for something like that" you face instantly turning red in embarrassment. you promised Genma you would one day but that day isn't gonna be today.
Genma didn't even flinch at the blow, though the stinging slap across his chest left a pale mark against his skin. Instead, he let out a surprised bark of laughter, his shoulders shaking as he watched your face darken to that familiar shade of crimson. He loved it when you got defensive it showed that beneath all that bravado and teasing, there was still a part of you he could fluster.
"Business days? Christ, you're treating our sex life like a fucking ANBU requisition form," he teased, his voice thick with amusement. He didn't pull away, letting his free hand slide down to rest on your hip, thumb tracing idle circles. "Relax, [last name]. I was just seeing if I could still make you blush."
He stepped back a half inch, raising his hands in mock surrender, though the hungry glint in his eyes never truly vanished. "Ten days, huh? I'll put it on my calendar." He shot you a wink, knowing exactly how much that would annoy you. "But fine. We'll stick to the safe zones today. I wouldn't want to overwhelm you."
The way you had reacted that flash of genuine flustered horror made him feel even more satisfied than the sex had. He enjoyed having that kind of effect on you, the ability to cut through your tough exterior with a single suggestion.
"Seriously though," he said, his voice returning to its usual laidback tone as he gestured toward the living room. "Let's get clean before we both start attracting flies. Unless you're planning on slapping me again."
Rolling eyes at his surrender, you grinded out your cigarette into the ash tray with more force than necessary before draining the last of your water. "Damn right you'll put it on your calendar, you menace," you muttered, though the flush creeping up your neck betrayed you. You reached out, grabbing his wrist to pull him closer for one brief, lingering kiss against his cheek before releasing him. "A shower sounds perfect, assuming you can actually behave yourself." your gaze locked onto his with a challenging smirk as you started walking toward the door. "And just to be crystal clear: absolutely no anal. But," you added, pausing to glance back over your shoulder with a slow, suggestive grin that promised trouble, "if you're feeling generous, I won't stop you from licking every other inch of me clean."
Genma stared after you as you walked away. The way you could dismantle him with a single look and then dangle a promise like that in front of him was exactly why he remained so damn drawn to you. He felt a familiar, low heat rekindle in his gut, the challenge you'd thrown down far more effective than any direct invitation.
"Behave myself? You're asking for miracles, [last name]," he called out after your, his voice thick with promise.
He followed you inside, the cool air of the apartment hitting his sweat slicked skin as he closed the balcony door behind them. The apartment still smelled of them musk, sweat, and cheap nicotine and the atmosphere was thick with lingering tension. He caught up to you in two long strides, his hand finding the small of your back and guiding your toward the bathroom with a proprietary touch.
Once inside, he didn't waste any time. He turned the knob, letting the water run until it was steaming, filling the small space with a warm, humid fog. The bathroom became a private sanctuary, isolated from the rest of the world and the demands of their jobs. He turned to face you, leaning back against the sink and crossing his arms, watching you with those hooded, hungry eyes.
"Licking every other inch, huh?" he murmured, his grin sharpening. "That's a dangerous thing to say to a man with my kind of... appetite."
He reached out, his fingers hooking into the collar of your shirt. "But since you're being so generous, I think I can manage to hold off on the calendar requests for now." He pulled you closer, his voice dropping to a growl as he pressed you back against the wall next to the shower. "Though I'm not promising you'll be able to stand up straight when we finally leave for that market."
Genma let out a startled noise as you shoved against his chest, but he quickly surrendered to the embrace, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you flush against his bare skin. The way you held him tight, warm, and desperate for the contact spoke volumes more than your protests ever could. He buried his face in the crook of your neck for a brief moment, inhaling the fading scent of smoke and the unmistakable aroma of your skin.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm going, I'm going," he mumbled against your neck, though he made no immediate move to break the hold. He relished the rare moment of genuine vulnerability you allowed herself, even if you covered it with bravado moments later.
Did you know that Genma's birthday is July 17? And we're here to celebrate it all week long! 🎉 We want to see LOTS of content featuring our favorite shinobi during the event.
From July 11th to 17th
What is Genma Week?
This is a week-long countdown event where we'll focus on sharing and creating artwork centered on Genma Shiranui leading up to his birthday. The event is taking place simultaneously on Tumblr, Bluesky, X, and Ao3.
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How to participate
Create or share your own work during the event. Writing, illustrations, edits, poetry, songs? Share whatever you have in your repertoire! And tag it using #GenmaWeek2026 or tag the account so everyone can see what you’ve created. On Ao3, include the tag “Genma Week 2026.”
Please include the day of the countdown you’re entering (#Day1, #Day2), and the prompt, if you chose one.
Schedule
Day 1ー July, Saturday 11
Day 2ー July, Sunday 12
Day3ー July, Monday 13
Day4ー July, Tuesday 14
Day5ー July, Wednesday 15
Day6ー July, Thursday 16
Day7ー July, Friday 17. HAPPY BIRTHDAY GENMA!!!
Rules
💚 All participating posts must include the tag #GenmaWeek2026, the day of the countdown you’re entering (#Day1, #Day2), and the prompt, if you chose one.
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FAQ
💚 Yes, You can upload past works 👍
💚 We’ll use prompts for each day, but using them isn’t mandatory.
💚 No, you don't have to complete it every day, just participate on the days you want to.
💚 On Ao3, we'll create a collection for all the fanfics that contain the tag [Genma Week 2026]
💚 All types of creative work are allowed: illustrations, writing of all kinds (including poetry), video and image editing, and even crafts or photography. Even small headcanons are welcome.
💚For fanfiction. If you plan to use an image as a header, make sure you have the illustrator's permission to do so and give them proper credit, such as (Cover image by @/artist)
💚 All participating posts must include the tag #GenmaWeek2026, the day of the countdown you’re entering (#Day1, #Day2), and the prompt, if you chose one.
💚 All submissions must focus on Genma Shiranui and must be your own original work. We will not tolerate art theft.
💚 Feel free to include your OCs, headcanons, or favorite ships.
💚 Mature content is ok, but please label it appropriately. To avoid issues on Tumblr, we recommend posting only SFW snippets with links to the full posts hosted on Bluesky, X, or elsewhere.
💚 We love angst and drama, but please use the appropriate trigger warnings! (Angst, Blood, nsfw)
❌ The use of AI is strictly prohibited.
❌ Any material that depicts minors in a sexualized manner is strictly prohibited.
Did you know that Genma's birthday is July 17? And we're here to celebrate it all week long! 🎉 We want to see LOTS of content featuring our favorite shinobi during the event.
From July 11th to 17th
What is Genma Week?
This is a week-long countdown event where we'll focus on sharing and creating artwork centered on Genma Shiranui leading up to his birthday. The event is taking place simultaneously on Tumblr, Bluesky, X, and Ao3.
Hosted by:
toxaquepex and genmashiranuilover69
How to participate
Create or share your own work during the event. Writing, illustrations, edits, poetry, songs? Share whatever you have in your repertoire! And tag it using #GenmaWeek2026 or tag the account so everyone can see what you’ve created. On Ao3, include the tag “Genma Week 2026.”
Please include the day of the countdown you’re entering (#Day1, #Day2), and the prompt, if you chose one.
Schedule
Day 1ー July, Saturday 11
Day 2ー July, Sunday 12
Day3ー July, Monday 13
Day4ー July, Tuesday 14
Day5ー July, Wednesday 15
Day6ー July, Thursday 16
Day7ー July, Friday 17. HAPPY BIRTHDAY GENMA!!!
Rules
🍃 All submissions must focus on Genma Shiranui and must be your own original work. We will not tolerate art theft.
❌ Avoid QRTs (“quote retweets” or “quote skeet.”) If you’re going to share a previous project, please create a new post using the hashtags #GenmaWeek2026
🍃 Feel free to include your OCs, headcanons, or favorite ships.
🍃 Mature content is ok, but please label it appropriately. We love angst and drama, but please use the appropriate trigger warnings! (Angst, Blood, nsfw)
❌ The use of AI is strictly prohibited.
❌ Any material that depicts minors in a sexualized manner is strictly prohibited.
FAQ
💚 Yes, You can upload past works 👍
💚 We’ll use prompts for each day, but using them isn’t mandatory.
💚 No, you don't have to complete it every day, just participate on the days you want to.
💚 On Ao3, we'll create a collection for all the fanfics that contain the tag [Genma Week 2026]
💚 All types of creative work are allowed: illustrations, writing of all kinds (including poetry), video and image editing, and even crafts or photography. Even small headcanons are welcome.
Hey guys! as some of yall might know @falloutrebellion filled my request for a Submissive!Genma fic. and I just wanted to say thank you SO SO much for writing him. It was such a good fic. So good, I reached out to @penac00ny on Twitter for a commission. a little gift for you for taking the time to write that sexy little piece of Genma.
Uncensored version version can be found here
and the link to the fic can be found here
💬 27 🔁 4 ❤️ 66 · Sub!Genma x Dom!Reader · Pairing: Genma x F!Reader
Request: Submissive Genma
Summary: You find out that Genma has a cru
happy to work on this fics ^^ making art for fics is always nice experience cz i got to read one hot scene like this. thankyou so much for involving me
Hey guys! as some of yall might know @falloutrebellion filled my request for a Submissive!Genma fic. and I just wanted to say thank you SO SO much for writing him. It was such a good fic. So good, I reached out to @penac00ny on Twitter for a commission. a little gift for you for taking the time to write that sexy little piece of Genma.
Uncensored version version can be found here
and the link to the fic can be found here
💬 27 🔁 4 ❤️ 66 · Sub!Genma x Dom!Reader · Pairing: Genma x F!Reader
Request: Submissive Genma
Summary: You find out that Genma has a cru
