Im starting to want to introduce some of my Naruto ocs heheeh, this one is a Chunin, distantly linked to the Nara family, his clan is called Kosumo tho
His skin is tattooed with summoning seals everywhere and those creatures are made of ink and Chakra and mysterious stuff ™
His ancient genin teammates are some ocs I already introduced, Ka, a Jonin Aburame and Izaya Tokaï, a Tokubetsu Jonin whose family was originally from Kiri. Despite all being of a different rank they still share a deep bond and sometimes, mission.
Tags: Situationship/Friends with Benefits, Switch Genma, Edging, Masturbation, Blowjob, P in V sex, Fingering. 6.6k words
Pairing: Solo!Genma, Genma x Reader
Art by: @dickerystuf-art. Full uncensored art on their Twitter page here.
Edited by: @arabella0001
A/N: Reposted because tumblr doesn’t like light sabers either…
Genma sticks his hands in his pockets and starts striding down the stairs to your apartment. He counts every step of the way, anticipating the moment you finally open your door and allow him inside. 31 steps later, and two doors down, and he finally arrives at your doorstep.
Genma takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm his nerves. Fuck. He was so desperate, which isn’t usually like him, but two and a half weeks without any sort of sex will do that to him.
He raises his hand and knocks on the door. and he waits…Silence. He waits a few more moments before knocking again — more silence. "Damn it…” He grumbles. Genma waits a few more moments and knocks louder, but there’s still no answer. “Fuck, [Last Name]. Open the door…" He wonders if maybe you’re not home. He knows you're very busy, constantly busy. What used to a more frequent release for you two ended up being weekly at best if you two were lucky.
Genma remembers you leaving a notes under your doormat as of late, usually if called out on a mission that required you to be gone longer than a day and you don't have time to let Genma know that you have to leave. Despite it being after 21:00, he silently prays to himself that there isn’t a note underneath and you just went out for a bit. Bending down in front of your door, he lifts up a doormat, and Genma groans — there’s a note folded in half. On the folded note was the letter "G". He was 99% sure it was for him.
He straightens himself up, leaning against your door, opening the small piece of paper. It reads "Out. 24/05 – 02/06?” Today was the 30th,, so you were possibly expected to be back in two days, assuming that’s what the question mark meant. Genma groans in frustration, thinking about his next move carefully. He could go out and see that pretty little blonde guy that he’s also been seeing, but that would require him to go back up to his apartment and make himself look a lot more presentable than he looked currently. But it was after 9 and he really didn’t feel like getting fully dressed again, and the kid was unpredictable, especially since hes been very emotional as of lat, looking for him out would be a pain and he was so exhausted…and so fucking horny.
He folds the paper, placing it into his pocket as he heads back up the stairs to his apartment. He stared at the ceiling of the stairwell as he walked up, thinking about the note again. Two days. He would have to wait two more days to sink into you, to feel the familiar weight of your body against his and the intoxicating scent of your skin. The thought was a special kind of torture.
By the time he reached his own door, his frustration turned into a restless energy. He entered his apartment and didn't even bother to turn on the lights, the dim moonlight filtering through windows stained with the rain enough to guide him to the couch. Genma sat on the edge of the couch. He leaned forward, burying his face in his hands, as he let out a long ragged exhale that was half groan, half growl.
He hissed into the palms of his hands. "What am I going to do?" The frustration was a huge weight on him. Usually, Genma was the master of his own impulses. That kind of guy who decided when the tension was high enough and when it was time to let go. But tonight, the universe seemed to be playing a dirty joke on him. Karma for something. He was down bad for you at the moment and absolutely frustrated to find a folded scrap of paper and an empty apartment.
He slumped back against the couch cushions, staring up at the ceiling. He knew he should try to sleep, but he was just going through it. Overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his libido and the exhaustion of his mission. He felt like a predator who had tracked a scent for miles only to find the trail had gone cold just inches from the kill.
Genma shifted on the couch, his dick throbbing painfully against the loose fabric of his pants, and let out another low, frustrated moan. "Hnghh… Damn it." He laughs, a self-deprecating chuckle that sounded more like a huff of disbelief. "Maybe if I just ignore it, it'll go away." He whispered to himself. He closed his eyes hoping that if he stayed still enough, the sensation would dull in his crotch and settle into a manageable ache. He even tried to focus on his breathing using those meditative techniques he'd learned as a genin to section off the desire into a dark corner of his mind where it couldn't bother him. But it was a lie. Even with his eyes closed, he could still see the image of you.
His mind betrayed him, sliding back to the memory of your hips grinding against his or the way your face looked when he started fingering you, moments before you two were interrupted. "Fuck... I... I need to... hahh—finish what I started."
He knew exactly what he needed. He needed the release, uncoordinated friction, that would allow him to finally sleep.
Genma spits his senbon across the room dead centre of the target he has up against the wall, hand resting on his inner thigh, rubbing soft circles with his palm. Anticipating his own touch, he pictured your cheek soft and warm pressing into that exact spot.
"Mnnngh~" A low, shaky breath escaped him as he moved his hand upward. When his fingers finally curled around the straining length of himself through the fabric of his sweatpants, he let out a sharp, hissed exhale. He gave himself a firm squeeze, the pressure sending a jolt of pure electricity straight to his core. It was a heavy,pulsing ache that demanded attention, and he was finally done trying to ignore it.
"Ahhh... fuck..." He wept, his voice a raspy whisper. He reaches his hand into his pants, pulling himself out of his pants just enough that his cock head sticks out of the elastic, half peeking out of his foreskin. The sensation of the cool air hitting his semi-exposed skin was a sharp contrast to the feverish heat building in his gut. Genma’s eyes were hooded, dark with a mixture of discipline and sheer unadulterated need.
He sat there in the dim light of his living room, a man unraveling in the silence, his breathing coming in heavy. “Haah... haah—"He brought his free hand to his mouth as he sucked on his fingertips, the slickness of his own saliva coating his fingers.
"Mmm... imagine if you were here, [Last Name]." He groaned around his fingers. "If you could see me like this...so fucking desperate for you..."
He brought down his fingers, finding the sensitive weeping head of his cock. The first contact was electric. Slowly tracing the tip as you would when you would tease him with your tongue. “F-fuuck—” The sensation of his own slick finger dragging across the slit was almost too much. He squeezed his eyes shut, his head falling back against the cushion of the couch. "Nghh... Mhmm—" He let out a long, vibrating moan, his hips tilting upward instinctively as his finger continued that agonizingly slow path.
He wasn't just touching himself. Oh, no. It was way more than that. He imagined that it wasn't his own finger but your tongue, the wet, hot, expert glide of it as you licked the underside of his cock, savoring the taste of him. Genma imagined your pretty eyes looking up at him, watching him, hooded and dark with a shared hunger.
"Oh, fuck—you'd be doing this..." He rasped, his voice breaks trying hard not to whine. He increased the pressure slightly, his thumb circling the swollen head as he traced the underside again, mimicking the way you used to swirl your tongue around his frenulum.
The friction was intense, the combination of his own heat and the slickness of his saliva making every movement feel heightened, almost overwhelming.
"Ahh…shhhiitttt…" His movements became a little more rhythmic, more urgent. he was chasing the release he so desperately needed to quiet the storm in his head. Every stroke was a prayer to the memory of you, a desperate attempt to find a moment of peace in the heat of your imagined touch.
He couldn't keep up the teasing any longer. Genma lifts up his hips just enough to pull his pants down to his just before his knees. The sudden release of his cock springing free from the elastic was delicious. He let out a long groan only to be immediately replaced by his own palm.
"H-Hah—" Now fully exposed, he gripped himself firmly, his hand wrapping around the base of his length, his knuckles brushing against the dark hair of his mound. He didn't rush. Even in his desperation he wanted to make this last as long as he could.
Genma watched through hooded lids as his hand moved, the friction of his foreskin gliding over the sensitive, swollen head of his cock in a smooth motion. The wet, sliding sound of his own touch filled the quiet of the apartment.
"Mhmm…" He hissed through clenched teeth – a loud, sharp inhale. His aching cock throbbing in his grip while he imagined it was you sitting there between his thighs. Your pretty eyes were fixed on him, watching every twitch of his muscles and every bead of pre-cum that escaped the slit. He imagined the way you would breathe when you saw him like this—so undone, unraveled, and completely driven by the need for you.
He tightened his grip slightly, adding a bit more pressure as he increased the speed of the stroke. The sensation was incredible; the way the skin bunched and then smoothed over the head made his lashes flutter.
"F-fuck, baby. Wish you could see me right n-now…" He gasped, his hips bucking to his tight grip. Genma leaned his head back, exposing the long line of his throat as he imagined you kissing and sucking on his throat."So good..." He let out a shuddering whine, his thumb from his free hand circling the tip, stinging pleasure from the long firm strokes of his palm.He spoke to you as if you were in the room with him. Sweet praises are slipping out from his lips, saying things that he knows you would love. "Mmm…stroke my fucking cock..." His eyes squeezed shut so tight he saw stars. "Such a good fucking girl for me, baby... You're doing s-so—hgnhhh!... well."
Genma pictured you kneeling between his legs, eyes fixed on your hands — those strong, capable hands wrapping tightly around his dick. Your grip will be firm and brisk as you slide your palms up and down his shaft, with a relentless pace using both of your hands to work him to completion. "Yes…that's it—" His moans become broken and irregular as he increases the intensity of his own movements, trying to match the phantom friction of your hands. Genma's hips were bucking off the couch in a desperate attempt to find the exact angle that would push him over the edge. The sound of his own heavy breathing and wet friction, shlick, shlick, shlick, was the only thing filling the room. "Fuck! B-baby, yes… Mhmm—just like that. Keep going."
Genma's breathing was a series of frantic, shallow gasps. He was reaching the edge of that sweet, sweet release. That terrifying, beautiful moment that he's been denying himself for just about two weeks. The tension in his thighs was immense, his muscles tight like a bow ready to release.
"Haah…nearly—Fuck! There..." he whined, his thumb working the head of his cock with a frantic, circular motion, his entire body vibrating with the effort of holding onto the sensation just long enough, but he wasn't going to last much longer.
The memory flooded back to the time you were stroking his cock while you sucked on his heavy balls. As his right hand kept a frantic, punishingly fast rhythm on his shaft, his left hand wandered downward, his fingers trembling with anticipation, reaching between his thighs, finding the heavy, sensitive weight of his balls. He began to roll them gently between his fingers, a slow, kneading pressure that sent secondary jolts of pleasure radiating up into his dick.
The dual stimulation had Genma biting his lip to prevent him from whimpering. The sliding friction on his cock and rolling pressure on his scrotum created a symphony of pleasure that he could barely process. "Y-Yes...I love it when you suck on them like that…" He muttered, his eyelids fighting to stay open. He could almost feel your lips, the soft suction of your mouth, the way your tongue would swirl around the sensitive skin of his scrotum, teasing the very base of his cock. In his mind he could hear the wet, sloppy sounds of you working on him, hungry slurps as you drew him into the heat of your throat, and the way you would use your tongue to swirl around the base of his balls, teasing the sensitive skin until he was practically sobbing. You loved it when he was reduced to a whiny, shaking mess.
Hums of approval are coming from your pretty mouth wrapped around his sack, pulling and releasing with a wet "pop", swollen lips wrapping around his balls, sucking on them so sloppily you have drool down the sides of your chin, nose pressed up against the base of his cock, inhaling that musky smell that makes your head swim.
"Dirty girl… Gonna make me cum if you keep f-fucking—Shit…" He was losing the battle for composure. Gebma was right on the edge of the cliff, right on the verge of a massive, soul-crushing release. The tension in his entire body was so tight it was almost painful, every muscle in his core tightening, the burning in his gut getting hotter and hotter. "Nghh! Fuck—fuck! Gonna—!" He squeezed his eyes shut, his grip on himself tightening to a bruising degree as he pushed himself towards the final, glorious explosion. "Mhmm—" Right when the hot tension reached a fever pitch, right when he was about to fucking erupt all over himself, Genma wrenched his hands away.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!!"
The sudden absence of friction was fierce. He let out a pained groan, his hips jerking forward one last time as if searching for that last stoke of friction he had just stolen from himself. He slumped back against the couch, his chest heaving strenuously, inhaling gasps of air, his entire body trembling from the sheer frustration of being denied his release. He sat there with his head tilted back, his cock still hard and weeping precum from the slit, throbbing with a throbbing, heavy ache that felt like a heartbeat in his dick.
The feeling of being so fucking close, right on the edge of orgasm only to be ripped away, was a delicious kind of torture for him. It was exactly what you did to him: the way you would tease him, the way you would drive him to the very brink of madness before pulling back just to watch him squirm, just to hear him beg.
"Not yet, Shiranui~" He could hear you draw out and see that beautiful smirk on your face whenever you finally got a turn at being in control.
Genma could only gasp, looking down at his aching cock, watching it as it jerked and pulsed against his stomach. He was mimicking you. He was playing his own game, the game he would play when you were being a brat whenever you two found the time to be together.
He hardly ever let you take the reigns. Genma loved ruining you, but when finally you took control — you were cruel to him. He was using the memory of your cruelty to fuel his own desire. He was savoring the tension; his pleasure didn't disappear but instead transformed into a heavy, pulsing weight that sat in his gut.
Genma didn't rush back into the fray; he waited until the initial sharp sting of the sudden halt had eased into a heavy, pulsing throb that demanded attention. He let his hands rest on his thighs, feeling the sweat and the heat radiating from his skin. Letting the ache build up even more than before. He wasn't going to let himself go just yet. Not until he had truly mastered the feeling of being right on the edge.
"Fuck…Why am I doing this?" He let out a low, shaky moan as he reached down again.
His hand moved with agonizing slowness this time. He didn't wrap his fingers tightly around his dick at first. He instead used his palm to graze the very tip, dragging through the bead of pre-cum that had gathered at the slit.
Genma was being cruel to himself, mimicking the way you would smear his cock head across your lips without wrapping your lips around his aching flesh.
"Haah—You're... Mhmm! A f-fucking tease, [Last Name]!"
His eyes were still hooded, staring with his mouth slightly open at the ceiling as he began the first slow, teasing stroke. He didn't use the frantic, driving motion from before. This was a long, languid slide, his hand barely exerting enough pressure to create friction, just enough to let the sensitivity of his skin scream at the contact. He watched the way his foreskin bunched and slid.
Genma was so hard.
"Mmm... So sensitive..." he hissed, his voice a mere thread of sound.He was building the tension all over again, but he wouldn't let himself fall yet. He wanted to feel the ache intensify, to feel the way his cock twitched and jumped under his hand, desperate for the full, crushing grip he was withholding.
"S-So fucking good…" He keened, his hips lifting slightly off the couch, a subtle, involuntary reaction to the teasing friction. "You'd do this to me, wouldn't you, baby? You'd make me beg…. You know I hate begging for you…"He increased the pressure just a fraction, the stroke becoming slightly firmer, more insistent, but he still kept it slow. "You want me to beg, baby? Want me to tell you how badly I want to cum down that pretty little throat of yours?"
A flashback to last month, where he remembers the day you yanked him into an empty storage room after the Jounin meeting with the Hokage.
You and Genma sat next to each other at the table of the large conference room. Genma kept teasing you, poking at you under the table, brushing knees, stepping on your toes, and poking your thigh with the point of his senbon, trying to get under your skin during the briefing.
You two only had 5 minutes until the next meeting. You ensured Genma you could make him cum in less than 5 minutes. Genma and his stupid ego doubted that. You sank to your knees and yanked Genma's already half-hard dick out of his pants and took him deep in the back of your throat. His hands tangled in your soft hair while his hips arched forward.
"Oh, shit—damn, [Last name]. That feels, ahhh, so good…" He would whisper, covering his mouth to muffle his moans so he wouldn't grab attention to the 'unoccupied' room, feeling the pulsing squeeze of your throat as you worked him. Sometimes gag slightly, the sound of your breathing becoming muffled and desperate as you try to take every inch of him, hand stroking what couldn't fit in your mouth. You swallowed around his cock head, and Genma would clench his teeth so tight it felt like his teeth would shatter.
"Mhmm—so fucking tight."
Tears pricking his eyes at the sensation of your tongue swirling around the head of his cock before taking him right back down to the base. your nose buried into this pubic hair that he kept well and in good care. You definitely proved him and his massive ego wrong; he gave you the warning that he was going to cum. Instead of taking it, like you wanted to, you pulled his cock out of your eager throat, standing up on your feet and saying, 'Fuck you' in his face. Wiping your mouth with the back of your palm as you strode confidently out of the room, leaving Genma aching and frustrated, left to walk back into the meeting room with his folder of notes covering the tent in his pants.
A low, dark chuckle vibrated in Genma's throat, a sound of pure amusement that cut through the heavy atmosphere of his lonely apartment. The memory hit him with the force of a physical blow: the frantic, desperate energy of that storage room, the scent of old scrolls and dust clashing with the heady aroma of your arousal.
"God, you were so damn livid..." he whispered, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he continued those slow, torturous strokes.
After the second meeting was over, Genma yanked you back into the same storage room and pinned you against the wall to finish what you started. He guides you down to your knees again, undoing his pants for a second time, letting his cock spring free, and slapping his swollen, weeping head on your lips. You smirk at Genma, sticking your tongue out for him.
"Finish what you started, [Last Name]. Don't leave me hanging again, hmmm?"
You slide your tongue out, swirling around the frenulum, teasing the most sensitive part of Genma before taking him deep once more. He hissed at the pressure of your throat constricting tight around the head; it made his knees go weak and his vision swim. Genma had his hands buried in your hair, holding you still while he thrust his hips into your eager throat.
"Fuck, fuck—I'm c-coming. Fucking swallow it!"
You were going to play the same again, leaving him high and dry for the next meeting, but you pulled back too late; before you could even blink, Genma's cock erupted two large hot streaks of his cum across your face, your headband and in your hair, ducking out of the way to avoid the rest.
He remembered the heat of his own release, the way he had practically spilled himself over you, and the messy, glorious chaos of it all. and the absolute fury in your pretty eyes when you rose to your feet
"I'm going to murder you," you said calmly.
Thinking about your anger, the way you had stomped into the the meeting room ten minutes late, looking disheveled and breathless, made his cock throb with a renewed, aggressive hunger. The composed shinobi, being chewed out by the Third because you came back with your headband missing and your hair wet and messily tied back from scrubbing it in the sink of the storage room. told the hokage one of those "idiot" had birds shit on you while you were taking a smoke break.
The thought of you being so you being covered in his seed, the sheer mess he had made of you, sent a fresh jolt of electricity straight to his core. He wasn't just teasing himself anymore; he was reliving the victory of that moment, the triumph of finally breaking through your teasing defenses.
"Shit…You were so beautiful when you were mad..." He whispered, his breathing becoming more and more shallow. The slow teasing strokes that Genma had started turned into something more purposeful. Long gone was the teasing; he was driving towards the finish line. The phantom sensation of your throat, the tight, wet heat of you swallowing him whole, was driving him mad.
"You're... You're soooo good at this—Mnngh~ You're so damn good..." His voice dropping into a low, broken murmur. He was praising himself, his pride forgotten, his ego dissolved into the sheer necessity of your touch. "Just like that… Fuck! D-don't you dare slow down." He gripped his shaft harder, his thumb finding the head again, swirling through the pre-cum with desperate energy. He was so close to giving up on his game of edging himself. He was falling, and he wanted to fall hard.
Genma still was picturing you on your knees between his thighs, looking up at him with your hungry gaze, your hands gripping his thighs, pulling him closer as you took him whole. Your muscles would be pulsing and squeezing around his shaft with every needy gulp. remembered the sensation of your tongue swirling around the head of his cock, the wet, steady suction that always drove him wild with lust. the sounds of you gagging, the beautiful "glug" you would make as you took him as deep as you possibly could.
"Haah, haah—[Last name]. I'm close again, [Last name]," he whined. "Close for you." His eyes snapping shut as he prepared to let the floodgates finally burst.
His orgasm was so close he could practically taste it, a white-hot pressure that signaled the end of all restraint. His entire body was taut, his abdominal muscles flexing, and his breath was caught in a silent gasp in his throat. He was a second away from the mess he was about to make of himself. a second away from the glorious surrender he had been craving all night.
And then with a loud, slutty whine, he wrenched his hand away once more as both of his hands gripped his thighs tightly. His cock is swollen to its absolute limit and oozing enough precum it begins dripping down his cock head; he watches his dick throb violently, twitching with the unfulfilled urge to erupt.
"I can't—It's...mnghh!" Too m-much..."
Genma was trembling; his frustration was so intense it was almost a physical pain in his balls. He felt like he was vibrating, his nerves screaming for the release that was being teased out of him. He was playing with fire, something he was always accusing you of doing, and he knew it. He was pushing himself to the very brink of insanity by using the most deliciously torturous method of edging.
He was a man of discipline, a man who prided himself on his composure, yet here he was, a shivering desperate mess, all because he couldn't stop thinking about a woman who he wasn't even dating nor ever would be.
"You're such a fucking tease, bad. I want to be inside you so bad it hurts."
He let go of his thigh not to his cock, but to his heavy aching balls kneading them slowly soothing the tension even as he added fuel the fire. He wouldn't let himself go yet. He wanted to be so far gone that when he finally did let go, it would make a nasty mess of himself.
"Fuck—Okay, okay…I got this." He moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he prepared to begin the slow, torturous climb all over again.
He didn't start with teasing this time. Instead, he curled his hand into a firm, heavy fist, wrapping his large palm around the entirety of his aching length as his fist traveled from his heavy, sensitive balls all the way up to the weeping, swollen head. Genma spits on his left hand, grabbing his dick, slapping it against his saliva-coated hand, pretending he is patting your slick pussy lips with his big hard cock.
Genma remembers the time you had him leant up against the headboard of your bedroom, your hands bracing the wall as you slid your wet pussy up and down his dick. the friction of your clit nudging against his head He could feel your moisture coating him, a slick, warm lubricant that made every movement of your hips feel incredibly deep and intense.
“Oh… Fuck yes, [Last Name]. Look at the mess you’re making for me. You're soaking my cock. " Genma grins, his eyes fixed on the wetness just oozing out of your pussy, coating his dick better than any lube ever could. on Genma's long rap sheet of women he's fucked, despite it being well over 5 years… You were always the wettest; no pussy has ever slobbered on his dick the way yours did, and it drove him absolutely feral.
"Mhmm… Gen—" you groaned at the feeling of his cock head sliding through your labia, nudging against your clit. You continue to slide your sweet slickness up and down his cock. You look down, watching your pussy literally drool for him. Just him. Only him.
"Mmm~ Don't stop! Nngh—Grind against me like that." He leaned his head back, his throat exposed, a long shuddering moan escaping him as the friction hit the sensitive underside of his head.
You keep up the grinding motion against him, tits bouncing right in front of his face, both arms propping you up on each side of his head.
"Mhmm... Gennnn..."
"Go on, pretty girl. Use me. Fuck, I can't wait anymore. Wanna fuck you so bad…"
"Yeah? You want me to—Ahh! Split myself open on your big thick cock, Genma?"
"Fuck yes, baby. P-please—"
"Is that a command, Genma?" Your voice is a teasing whisper. "Because you sound like a man who's about to lose his mind if he doesn't get exactly what he wants."
Slowly you began to lift your hips, reaching behind you to grab his aching cock. You fumble with it a couple times due to your wetness leaving it slippery like lube, the head slick with pre-cum. You hover just enough to make the ache in his groin throb; you can feel it pulse in your hand. It was so sexy how ready he was for you. before you lowered yourself down but didn't slide all the way down instead; you settled just enough so that the broad, blunt head of his cock nudged its way past your entrance, stretching your entrance just a fraction.
"You want to fuck me so bad?" You groan, gaze locking onto his, your eyes dark with desperate hunger. "Then tell me... Do you want me to just sit here, or do you want me to split myself open on you…… Beg for it Shiranui!"
"Y-Yes. There you go—please," he whined, his eyes rolling back as he leaned into the fantasy. "That's exactly what you'd say... Split yourself open for me, baby—split yourself open." He begged, his voice dropping to a guttural primal rasp. "Take it all. Sink down on it... Fuck! Sink all the way down until there's nothing left between us. I want to feel you wrap around every inch of me."
You bite your lip upon hearing Genma beg. He hardly ever begs when he's with you, and now that you finally broke him, you didn't make him wait another agonizing second; with a sharp exhale, you gripped his lean shoulders for leverage and slammed your hips down in one swift motion. The impact was hot. The wet, heavy thwack of their bodies meeting echoed in the Genma's memory as he bottomed out deep within you, stretching you to your absolute limit.
A long, shuddering gasp escaped your lips, your head falling back as the internal muscles of your pussy clamped around his full length in a tight, pulsing grip.
You stayed still for a moment longer, impaled and trembling as you began to move in a slow, agonizingly deep grind, forcing him to feel the full force.
"Ahh~ You're so goddamn wet..." he hissed, his hips bucking upward into his hand as if he were trying to meet the sweet roll of your hips. "Nghh! Just... take it. Take all of it—Mhmm..."
He saw you flushed and breathless, eyes rolling back, eyelashes fluttering. He could feel the phantom sensation of you stretching around him, the intense, tight pressure of you taking every inch of his thickness, the way you would groan and arch your back as you worked to accommodate him. He was pinned beneath you, his hands gripping your waist, feeling the incredible clench of your walls.
He let out a long, shuddering groan that was half sob, half whine, his hands flying to his hips to help guide you on his cock, though his grip was more about holding on for dear life than anything else, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he stared up at you, his vision swimming with the intensity of the pleasure.
"God! You're so tight... You're so fucking tight."
And you began that slow, agonizingly deep grind, forcing him to feel the full stretching of your aching pussy. Genma felt his composure finally, utterly shatter. Every time you rotated your hips, he could feel you, cunt, milking him; he felt the pleasure build like a tidal wave.
"Oh, fuckkk… so biiiggg…" He could hear your voice, that beautiful, slutty moan that always signaled you were losing yourself just as much as he was.
"Yes—fuck. Just like that... ahhh~" He let out a long, low, vibrating moan.
"You love riding my dick, don't you, baby?
"Mhmm," you hum agreeingly.
"Nobody takes my cock like you, y'know that?
"Mhmm—" you hum even louder, nodding your head, trying your best to open your eyes to look at him.
"Nobody... fuck—nobody takes it like you," his grip so tight it was almost bruising, his thumb working the sensitive head of his cock with a frantic, desperate pressure as he neared the breaking point for the 4th time this evening.
"You're so beautiful when you're like this, riding my cock, tits bouncing in my face…So damn…ngh!" Perfect…"
He began to thrust his hips upward in a desperate, rhythmic counter movement, meeting your slow grind with a more desperate, demanding pace. The sound of their bodies meeting the wet, your pleasure-filled moans, the sliding friction of your folds and the rhythmic slap of your pelvis against his filled the air.
"Mmnngh~! Ahh~! [Last Name], baby... look at me. Look at me. I want to watch your face when you cum on my cock…" He panted, his hips jerking in a violent, uncoordinated rhythm. against the sweet, sweet grind of your hips.
The sudden desperate need for Genma to ground himself for a moment so he wouldn't cum just yet overtakes him. Genma slowed the frantic motion of his hand, his breath coming in shallow ragged stabs as he fought to keep his composure long enough to let the mental movie reach its crescendo.
With a low, frustrated grunt, he reached up and grabbed the hem of his shirt. He bunched the fabric tightly in his fist, pulling it up towards his chest, and then, driven by the need to keep his hands free for the phantom task of holding you, he shoved the bunched fabric into his mouth.
The taste of the cotton, the sensation of the fabric pressing against his tongue, served as a makeshift gag, muffling his moans and turning them into deep, vibrating hums. It allowed him to focus entirely on the visual of you riding him..
He needed to see it. He needed to see the exact moment your pretty eyes lost their focus, control vanished, and surrendered to the tide of pleasure he was helping to build.
As he demanded your gaze, his hand slid down from your waist, his fingers diving into the slick heat between your thighs. When his thumb finally found the sensitive, swollen bud of your clit…. He felt your entire body shudder under him.
"Oh—Gen!!" you cry out, opening your thighs for him while you continue to roll your hips.
He didn't rush; he didn't press hard. Genma began to rub slow, deliberate, perfect circles, the friction of his thumb against your clit mingling with the deep pressure of his cock driving into you from below.
"Nghh! Y-Yes—" He groaned, his eyes burning into yours, forcing you to witness the raw hunger in his expression.
"That's it. Feel it... ahhh~ Feel how much you want it."
"Oh, fuck—I want it. I want it so fucking bad, Genma! Please—Haah... please!" Your hands are gripping his shoulders.
The deep, stretching sensation of him bottoming out inside of you, paired with the skilled, perfect circular stimulation of his thumb, was a dual assault on your senses. Genma could feel the tremors starting in your thighs, the way your pussy would twitch and spasm around him in frantic, hungry pulses. But the biggest telltale sign was your breathing.
"You're so close, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice a dark, seductive promise.
"Y-yeah! FUCK… I'm g-gonna—"
Genmas eyes flutter at your admission. his hips bucking violently as he chased the final thrust to send him falling
"Ah, shit! Fuuck… M-Me too— Where… Where do you want me to—"
The memory reached its beautiful climax. He saw your eyes, those pretty fucking eyes rolling back as the first tremors of your orgasm took hold of you. He felt the incredible, crushing heat of your internal walls spasming around his cock, milking him for all he's worth, caught in the same tidal wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
The transition from the vivid, pulsing memory back to the cold, quiet reality of his apartment was like being plunged into freezing water. The sudden shift was jarring, but the momentum of his climax was unstoppable. He was past the point of no return; he was falling, and he was falling hard.
"Mmmph.. I'm HNGGHH coming…."
The sound was muffled by the bunched-up fabric of his shirt, a strangled, desperate cry of pure release that he couldn't even let out properly. His left hand flew down, his fingers digging into the muscle of his thigh with bruising intensity, his nails nearly drawing blood as he sought something, anything, to anchor himself against the sheer force of the sensation.
His body arched violently, his spine snapping taut like a bowstring. Then, the dam broke.
The week of built-up tension, the night of being rudely interrupted with a mission that took him out of the village for a week, and the sheer intensity of the memory – the release was monumental. It wasn't just a spurt... oh no... it was an eruption. He felt the hot, thick jets of his seed pulsing out of him with heavy force that seemed to vibrate all the way down to his balls.
Splat. Splat. Shlick.
He watched through blurred, tear-filled eyes as the white, creamy streaks of his release lashed across his skin. It coated his chest in hot, heavy patterns, splattering across his stomach and soaking into the hair of his abdomen. The sheer volume of it was staggering, a testament to how much he had been holding back both physically and emotionally.
He slumped back against the couch, the shirt still clenched between his teeth, acting as a gag for the heaving, ragged sobs of pleasure that escaped him. He felt heavily drained and fucking spent. The frantic pounding of his heart slowly began to settle, leaving him trembling in the aftermath of a phantom encounter.
Genma lay on his black couch, the cooling sensation of his own cum on his skin a stark reminder of his pleasure that was still humming in his nerves, but it was being rapidly overtaken by a post nut clarity.
Slowly, he let the shirt fall from his mouth, his breath hitching as he stared up at the ceiling, his chest still heaving.
"Fuck..." he rasped a broken whisper, eyes closing taking a moment to relax before he gets up to clean himself.
"[Last Name]. You're going to be the death of me..."
there deff would've been a shit ton of addictions and intense vices in naruto. especially with upper rank shinobi like elite jonin and anbu, fuh even with jonin senseis and the stress of keeping their kids alive. the alcoholism, drug use and smoking levels must be astronomically high. tho ofc, the villages must have some kinda intervention methods or way to keep ppl from dying because the village cant afford their strongest shinobi killing themselves needlessly. especially the ones with bloodlines, both because of their usefulness and because someone can steal their bloodline from their body in a gutter somewhere. maybe even the younger generations, too.
but a whole lot of the higher-ranked shinobi we saw most realistically would've been dependent on smth. like tsunade and her drinking, as well as asuma and his smoking.
i can js picture some jonin showing up to some meeting high as a fucking kite. weed business must go crazy. snow too, its hella portable so they can probs snag it for long missions.
