Me laughing while drawing imagining the envy and outrage Suigetsu and Karin must have felt when the most horrible person the knew was dating someone before than.
- La Curiosidad- Iván Cornejo, Eslabón Armado (Song meaning: Curiosity/ attracted to each other with spontaneous encounter)
- Hasta la muerta- Eslabon Armado, Iván Cornejo (Song meaning: forever till death/ dating and being committed just like generally just being in love)
- Baby please- Iván Cornejo (Song meaning: Starting over/ about to break up so let's have a fresh start)
- Vuelve- Iván Cornejo (Song meaning: come back/heartbreak)
- Me prometi- Iván Cornejo (Song meaning: I promised myself/healing/ getting over your ex)
Book genre rec: angst and sad
Summary: can be possibly about an oc x celebrity crushing on each other, starting to date, then about to break up, they officially break up and then healing... this can be turned into a 5 part book series or js fit it into one book as well
You linger in Tobirama's office. His attention remains buried beneath stacks of paperwork as you casually bring up one household matter after another: the roof needs inspecting, the garden could use tending, several rooms haven't been aired out properly in weeks. Tobirama listens with one ear while signing another document. For the life of him, he cannot figure out what got you so interested in domestic chores.
"I'll send for the domestic servants."
You shake your head.
Without looking up, he continues: "A personal attendant, then."
"Nuh-uh."
His brush pauses for the briefest moment. "… An estate steward?"
Tobirama's ideas are good, but at the same time he's missing the point.
"No."
That, finally, gets his attention. For the first time in what feels like hours, Tobirama sets down his brush and looks up from the endless sea of reports. His crimson eyes settle on you expectantly.
"Then tell me. What do you want? Just say the word, and it's yours," he states.
You smile, more to yourself than to him. Good, good, that's exactly what you wanted to hear.
"I want you," you finally confess.
Tobirama raises both eyebrows.
"Me," he repeats. "You already have me. I have the papers for our marriage contract."
Fuck your papers. Ahem, but you don't say that out loud.
"That's not what I meant. I want you home more often. I miss you."
Tobirama nods in acknowledgment.
"I'll return once I've approved the pending land partition—"
You cut him off. "Right now."
He stares at you for a moment longer. Okay, well, he can't lie, he does like it when you're that straightforward.
He glances once more at the waiting paperwork. Is it a pressing issue? The clan heads have managed to survive this long without his signature. They can survive another day.
"…Very well," Tobirama concedes. He rises from his chair. "It seems I have a more pressing matter to attend to."
────» Suigetsu.
"Let's check out that place," Suigetsu points to a corner shop.
You almost regret stopping here, but Suigetsu seems insistent to stay and hunt for 'little treasures'.
"Why there?" you ask.
"Look," he pokes a wind chime hanging by its entrance, and its painted bamboo rods gently sway, "I bet some kitschy granny works here. You know what that means~"
He winks.
"She's…. easy to rob?"
Oh, you know him so well.
"Bingo! Annnnd, she probably has a lot of cool stuff we can pocket, heh."
You're not holding much hope, but agree to at least check it out.
Passing through the threshold, you look — a middle-aged man stands next to a shelf full of various items that gleam in the light.
Well, he's no granny, but what difference does it make? The stuff is shiny. So, probably valuable. That's good news!
You elbow Suigetsu.
"N-no, wait," he stammers out, then nods towards a shadow box.
You squint your eyes, following his gaze. Mounted on the wall is an old Kirigakure forehead protector. Which is a bit weird, because you're not even in Kirigakure.
"Can I help you?" the man asks.
Then he takes another good look at Suigetsu. "Wait," he says, "I know you."
Suigetsu's toothy smile disappears.
How? When? Could he have known Mangetsu? Seen Suigetsu with the Akatsuki? Has Suigetsu robbed him before? Threatened him? Shit, what if it's something to do with Orochimaru? This could be a disaster.
"You got the wrong guy."
There is an awkward pause.
"Uh, bye!" Suigetsu blurts, then grabs your arm and dashes outside.
He only stops when the shop is out of your line of sight.
"Man, you're like the world's worst robber," you criticize, "but hey, it wasn't totally fruitless."
You extend your hand, and Suigetsu sees a little Samehada figurine in your palm.
"Huh?! You robbed him?!"
You nod; of course, that was the plan.
"Hey! That was my countryman—! Oh, hmm…" Suigetsu, like a magpie, is suddenly captivated by the shiny object and shuts up. "It's so cute," he says.
You raise an eyebrow, already anticipating what's on his mind:
"What, do you want it as a pet?"
Suigetsu nods excitedly, like a kid.
"Or no! Maybe it would be more like our son or daughter. Just one big happy family, heh."
Hmm, you ponder, maybe obtaining the real Samehada isn't all that bad of an idea…
────» Kabuto.
You're sitting across from a handsome stranger at a small teahouse.
He introduced himself as a traveling herbalist named Kabuto. Very polite. Very well-spoken. Very… perfect. Down to the way he adjusts his round glasses, with such practiced elegance. That's how you begin to suspect that something is very wrong. You haven't quite figured out what his angle is yet, but he certainly seems determined to keep the conversation going. He asks about your work. Your hobbies. Whether you have any family. Whether anyone would notice if you happened to leave the village for a few weeks… That last one is a little odd. Still, he's charming enough that you humor him.
As he reaches for his teacup, something slips from beneath his sleeve and clatters onto the floor between you. A scalpel. You take a good look at it; it's stained with what you're fairly certain is blood.
Silence settles over the table as if Kabuto, if that's even his real name, is genuinely shocked that he'd made a mistake. Must be a rare occurrence. While he's a bit stunned, you bend down and pick it up for him. You inspect it for a moment; yep, definitely blood. Then you hand it back with a little smile.
"You dropped this," you say.
"… Yes. Thank you."
He slips it away with admirable composure.
"You know," you add thoughtfully, "if you keep your tools in a bandolier under your shirt instead, they're much less likely to fall out."
Kabuto blinks, dumbfounded. He'd been expecting you to call for the Konoha Police Force. Why are you giving him espionage advice? Are you stupid? Is he stupid? Is this a setup?
"…A bandolier?" he asks, carefully.
"Mhm. If you're pretending to be an ordinary civilian, you probably shouldn't carry all your suspicious things in one sleeve."
Kabuto leans forward, eyeing you suspiciously now. You almost want to say 'ditto', but instead you just smile again. You don't want to antagonize a kindred spirit.
"And I'd avoid asking people whether they'd be missed if they disappeared. That one gives you away," you continue.
Then, to your surprise, he chuckles. "I'll… keep that in mind."
You raise your teacup. "Happy to help."
The conversation somehow settles into something… more normal. He tells you stories about other hidden villages, strange customs, and places you've never even heard of. You're fascinated. Whatever this man's occupation actually is, he certainly has enough life experience to tell a good story.
An hour passes…
Only after leaving the teahouse does Kabuto remember why he'd approached you in the first place. His mission wasn't to have a date over tea. He was supposed to get someone of your age and appearance as a test subject to Lord Orochimaru. You fit the description perfectly. That's what you were. The perfect target, the perfect victim. And he failed to convince you to come with him. Come to think of it, he hardly even tried.
Did he… jinx it? He doesn't feel like he did. In fact, he feels pretty good about himself. He glances back. You're already gone, of course. Kabuto furrows his eyebrows, not so much annoyed as he is puzzled. He decides that he's going to seek you out again.
────» Orochimaru.
(TW: dead body)
You watch with quiet fascination as Orochimaru leans over the motionless body on the examination table. The laboratory is unusually still. Only the faint clink of metal instruments and the occasional drip from a nearby flask disturb the silence. Orochimaru gently prods the cadaver. Its index finger twitches. You lean in.
"… Again."
Without a word, Orochimaru adjusts one of several thin wires disappearing beneath the exposed muscle. The hand flexes. Then the arm spasms. Interesting.
"Can we make it open its eyes?" you ask.
Orochimaru nods. Then he pauses. Slit pupils settle on you for a second longer than usual.
"… For what purpose?"
You shrug: "Just curious."
"… I see."
That, apparently, is reason enough. With the same patient precision he applies to every experiment, Orochimaru rearranges the wiring. The eyelids slowly lift. Dark, lifeless eyes stare blankly toward the ceiling. You study them for a moment.
"Hm. They're kind of ugly," you grumble, "let's change the eye color."
A thoughtful hum escapes Orochimaru. Not because there was something wrong with the idea, no no. Merely because he's deciding how best to accomplish it. Then, he decides to get a second opinion.
"What color would you choose?"
You look back at the body. You search the cadaveric marvel for any distinct feature, until your eyes land on the bruising around its joints, and you feel inspired. Deep violet. Almost beautiful in the dim laboratory light.
"Violet. Like the velvety shades of a twilight sky."
Orochimaru chuckles, a sound much softer (or perhaps relaxed?) in your presence: "My, how quaint."
Without another word, the two of you move almost in unison. You reach for a pair of fine forceps, carefully lifting one eyelid open. Meanwhile, Orochimaru disappears into a cabinet before returning with several glass flasks, each filled with murky liquids of varying colors. He arranges them neatly across the workbench.
"Well, shall we see which one works best?"
You smile. There are probably very few people who would describe an evening spent experimenting on a dead body as enjoyable. Fortunately, neither of you has ever been particularly conventional.
Manga edits and writing are mine. Please don't repost the writing.
Due to Orochimaru being cold-blooded like a snake, he always finds some excuse to touch you or hold you against him so he can steal your body heat. . .and maybe just because he likes it.
You'll wake up in the middle of the night, feeling his icy chest pressing against your back and his equally cold arms holding you in a vice-like grip so you can't wiggle away from him, going so far as to hiss softly in his sleep if you try.
When he goes off on his own and you're unable to find him for hours, you'll find him resting in a tree, soaking up the sun's rays so as to not bother you while you were busy.
No matter how much he denies it and argues with you that he doesn't need you, doesn't need anyone, his hands always end up finding your own without fail.
The First Bite is Never Enough | Vampire! Orochimaru x reader
Tags/warnings: vampire Orochimaru, ooc, heavy smut, blood sucking, venom poison, slight torture, hurt/comfort, dub con(??), tongue in p#ssy, blood k!nk, multiple bites, power imbalance, ownership kink, size difference, mild gore.
The laboratory smelled of formaldehyde and something metallic copper, maybe, iron. You'd stopped asking what exactly he was working on. Orochimaru liked his secrets.
He leaned over your shoulder, his breath unnaturally cool against your skin. "You're trembling," he murmured, voice silk wrapped around a blade. His fingers trailed down your arm, lingering on your pulse point. "Afraid?"
You weren't. Not of *him*, not anymore.
Then his fangs grazed your throat just a teasing drag, no pressure. Your breath hitched.
"Good," he purred, licking the spot. "Fear makes the blood taste bitter."
You turned to face him, gripping his kimono collar. His slit pupiled eyes gleamed in the dim light.
"Do it," you said.
His laugh was a low, dangerous thing.
"Oh, my dear," he whispered, fangs flashing. "I intend to."
(And then he did again, and again, and *again*, until neither of you could tell whose heartbeat was whose.)
The world narrowed to the sharp sting of his teeth, the dizzying rush of blood leaving your body and then, impossibly, the slow, searing heat of his venom flooding back in. Your knees buckled, but his arm snaked around your waist, holding you upright as your vision blurred at the edges. "Shhh," he murmured against your skin, his tongue lapping at the wound with obscene precision.
"Almost there." You gasped as the venom hit your bloodstream properly, a wildfire spreading under your skin, twisting pleasure and pain into something inseparable. His free hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back further. "Now," he breathed, "let's see how long you can stay conscious for me." The last thing you registered was his grin, wide and wicked, before the room spun away into delicious darkness.
Consciousness returned in fractured pieces the slick press of his palm against your bare stomach, the weight of his thigh pinning yours against the lab table, the slow drip of something warm down your collarbone. Your eyelids fluttered open to find him watching you with unnerving focus, a smear of red at the corner of his mouth.
"Ah," he mused, thumb swiping the blood from his lip, "you lasted longer than I expected." His fingers traced the fresh puncture marks on your neck, and you shuddered, not from pain, but from the way his touch crackled like live wire against oversensitized skin. "Tell me," he murmured, leaning in until his breath ghosted over your parted lips, "do you want me to stop?" You knew it was a lie knew he’d already caught the way your pulse leapt at the question but when you dug your nails into his shoulders and hissed "No," his laugh was dark enough to curl your toes. "Good," he said, fangs glinting. "Because I’m *far* from finished."
His hand slid down your spine, pressing until your chest arched against his. The fabric of your shirt tore with an easy rip his nails, always just a little too sharp. Cold air hit your skin, followed by the scorching trail of his tongue along your sternum. "You see," he murmured against your ribs, "most people beg me to stop by now." His teeth scraped lower, pausing just above your navel.
Your hips jerked involuntarily, and his chuckle vibrated against your skin. "But you?" A nip sharp enough to make you gasp. "You're *pushing* me." His grip on your thigh tightened, fingers digging in just shy of bruising. "Dangerous game," he whispered, dragging his fangs down, down then stopping abruptly, exhaling hot over the place that made your back bow off the table. "Shall I show you how much *more* you can take?"
Your fingers tangled in his silver streaked hair, pulling hard enough to make him hiss but instead of stopping, he laughed, low and delighted, against your skin. "Ah, *there* you are," he murmured, catching your wrist and pinning it above your head with terrifying ease. His other hand slid beneath your waistband, nails tracing teasing circles that had your breath coming in short, ragged bursts. "You want to fight?" His tongue dragged a slow, wet line up your inner thigh.
"Then fight." The moment you tensed to buck against him, his fangs sank deep not into flesh this time, but dangerously close to the pulsing heat between your legs. Your scream dissolved into a choked whimper as pleasure spiked white hot through your veins, his venom acting faster here, sharper, turning every nerve into a live wire. "Still pushing?" he purred, lapping at the wound as your body shuddered beneath him. His grin was all teeth. "Good. Let's see you *break.*"
Your fingers scrabbled against the metal table, nails scraping grooves into its surface as his tongue curled *just so* against the bite mark each flick deliberate, each stroke calculated to unravel you further. The venom was a living thing now, twisting through your veins in molten ribbons, blurring the line between agony and ecstasy until you couldn’t tell which was which. "Look at you," he murmured, voice thick with dark amusement as your hips jerked against nothing, desperate for friction.
His hand still slick with your blood slid up to grip your throat, not hard enough to choke, but enough to make your pulse hammer against his palm. "So greedy," he chided, dragging his fangs lightly over the inside of your knee, just to watch you squirm. "You take and take, but can you handle what I *give*?" His free hand hooked under your thigh, yanking you forward until your lower back lifted off the table, leaving you exposed, trembling completely at his mercy. "Let’s find out," he whispered, and then his mouth was on you again, *everywhere*, teeth and tongue and venom working in cruel, perfect tandem until the world dissolved into a haze of white hot sensation and the sound of your own shattered moans.
The first flick of his tongue against your clit didn’t feel like a tongue at all too *wrong*, too *other*, the forked ends tracing twin paths of fire up your slit before twisting together in a cruel, perfect spiral. You gasped, spine arching off the table, but his free hand pressed down on your hips, pinning you in place. "Ah ah," he murmured against your thigh, breath ghosting over the bite marks there. "No squirming."
Then his tongue *pushed* inside you not just the tip, but the whole unnatural length of it, thicker than any human tongue had a right to be, the split ends curling in opposite directions to stroke your walls in ways that shouldn’t have been possible. Your nails scraped uselessly against the metal table as he *worked* you with slow, deliberate strokes, the forked tips teasing your g spot while the base of his tongue pressed firm and unrelenting against your clit.
"You taste divine like this," he mused, the words vibrating through you as his tongue withdrew just enough to drag the pointed tips over your swollen flesh. "All heat and desperation." His chuckle was a dark, liquid thing as he added, "I should have done this *ages* ago."
Then he redoubled his efforts, his tongue plunging deep before twisting, *stretching* you, the forked ends spreading wide to trace every sensitive inch before flicking rapidly against that sweet, hidden spot that made your vision blur. You came with a broken cry, back bowing off the table as he drank down every shuddering pulse of your climax, his tongue milking you through it with obscene precision.
When he finally pulled back, his lips glistened with you. "Now," he purred, licking them clean with a slow, satisfied swipe, "let’s see if we can make you *scream*."
His fingers replaced his tongue before you could catch your breath two, then three, stretching you with a cruel slowness that bordered on reverence. "Look at you," he murmured, watching the way your body clenched around him, resisting and welcoming in equal measure. His thumb circled your clit with deliberate, maddening laziness, just enough to keep you teetering on the edge without relief. "So *responsive*." His free hand traced the arc of your ribs, nails scraping lightly over your skin as he leaned in, close enough that his breath mingled with yours.
"Tell me," he whispered, fangs grazing your bottom lip, "do you want to come again " His fingers crooked sharply inside you, wrenching a choked gasp from your throat. " or do you want me to stop?" The lie in his words was palpable, his grip tightening possessively around your thigh as if daring you to answer wrong. You dug your nails into his shoulders, breathless and trembling, and his grin widened, dark with promise. "Wrong choice," he purred and then his mouth was on yours, swallowing your moan as his fingers finally, *finally* let you fall.
The world came back in slow, syrupy fragments his fingers carding through your sweat damp hair, the warmth of a damp cloth gliding over your collarbone, the faint scent of antiseptic and something herbal beneath it. You blinked up at the ceiling, limbs heavy and pliant, the aftershocks of pleasure still humming under your skin like a fading current.
"Awake?" His voice was softer now, almost *almost* gentle.
You turned your head to find him kneeling beside the table, sleeves rolled to his elbows, meticulously cleaning the bite marks on your inner thigh with a cloth soaked in something that smelled faintly of mint and honey. His touch was careful, methodical, as if mapping the contours of your body for future reference.
"Don't move," he murmured when you shifted, pressing a palm to your hipbone to still you. "The venom takes longer to metabolize here." His thumb brushed the edge of a bruise *his* bruise and you shivered. "Hmm. Sensitive still."
You expected mockery. Instead, he reached for a small vial, uncorking it with his teeth before dabbing a cool salve over the worst of the marks. The pain melted away instantly, replaced by a soothing numbness.
"Better?"
You nodded, throat too raw to speak.
Orochimaru studied you for a moment, then exhaled a quiet, unreadable sound before lifting you effortlessly into his arms. Your head lolled against his shoulder, too spent to protest as he carried you to the low couch in the corner of the lab, already piled with blankets. He settled you onto the cushions, tucking a folded robe beneath your head before draping a heavier quilt over your body.
"Sleep," he said, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. His fingers lingered, tracing the curve of your cheekbone with something perilously close to tenderness. "I'll be here when you wake."
Summary: Fantasy becomes reality when you end up having to use Orochimaru’s shower and he finds you in a compromising position.
Warnings: Smut, NSFW, masturbation, penetrative sex, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), minors DNI
Notes: Idek where the idea for this one came from, but I wrote most of it while on pain meds after surgery recently so there’s no telling honestly. Also thank you @actuallysaiyan for being my beta tester and making sure it wasn’t trash as I feared it might be given the state in which I wrote it lol. (Also, this is from a while ago and I just totally forgot to post it)
Word Count: 2.6k
You had been living at Orochimaru’s hideout for a few months now. It was quite a surprise for everyone when he gave you one of the nicest rooms in the hideout, and allowed you to pretty much do as you pleased. Most shockingly, he had even started allowing you to help with his experiments and logging data. Everyone at the hideout had their own speculations as to why you received special treatment.
Admittedly, you had a bit of a crush on Orochimaru, and have ever since you first met him. However, you could never let on that you felt this way, as you were certain there was no way such a handsome, intelligent, ambitious man would ever be interested in you. The longer you stayed there, the stronger your attraction to him became, and soon just fantasizing about him was no longer enough to satisfy you.
Your crush on him was starting to get out of hand, making you a blushing, stuttering mess every time you had to interact with him. So when you had to ask him if you could use his shower because the showerhead in yours was currently being repaired, you were almost unable to speak.
“Yes of course, my dear,” he replied with a smirk, very aware of your crush on him and enjoying seeing the effect he had on you. “You can go first. I’ll take mine after you’re done.”
He led you down the corridor and through his bedroom into the bathroom. You tried to avoid being nosy as you passed through his room, but you couldn’t help noticing the size of his bed and the plush blanket on it. Your mind wandered, thinking about how comfortable it would be to curl up under the covers… with him… after sex…
You admonished yourself for allowing your thoughts to venture to that sort of thing, but you couldn’t deny that you would love that. Once in the bathroom, he placed a towel and washcloth on the counter for you before leaving the room and shutting the door behind him. You were surprised by how big both his room and bathroom were. Even the bathtub was huge.
You checked the door to make sure it was locked, but there did not appear to be a lock on his bathroom door.
I suppose it’s not necessary since it’s just him, and the bedroom door locks, you thought to yourself. Surely no one would come in while you were in here. Certainly Orochimaru would give you privacy, as there’s no way he would be interested in seeing you like that, and no one else would even dare enter his room. Still, you were hesitant as you got undressed, feeling strange about being naked in his bathroom, which was just beside his bedroom.
You soon got over your feelings of awkwardness once you turned on the water and got in the shower behind the curtain. It took you a second to figure out how to change the settings on the showerhead, as it was on some kind of massage setting when you got in. You stood under the warm water, enjoying the high-pressure massage for a few moments. While it felt good against your back, it was much too strong for actually trying to shower.
You turned a knob trying to change the setting and ended up turning on the detachable showerhead as well. After a little more messing around you managed to turn that off, and change the main showerhead to a normal setting. As soon as you got that figured out, you realized you forgot to bring your shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. You came to the conclusion that you would just have to use his, as you didn’t want to have to get out and run to your room in just a towel.
So this is why he always smells so delicious, you thought to yourself as you breathed in the scent of his shampoo while lathering it into your scalp. After using his conditioner, you decided that you were going to have to get the same products for yourself, assuming this must be his secret to having such long, silky hair.
You smelled his body wash as you lathered some up on a wash cloth, realizing this was what you always smelled on him that drove you crazy. Thinking about him again while in this state was beginning to turn you on, as you thought about how his naked body would have been in this exact same spot less than 24 hours ago, and would be here again right after you finished.
Your hands slid up your own body to your breasts, squeezing them and pinching your nipples as you allowed your mind to wander even more, thinking about what you would like him to do to you if he were in there with you. Your eyes drifted over to the detachable showerhead, thinking about how good it would feel on your clit.
You switched the water so that it was coming out of the detachable showerhead before removing it from the mount on the wall, careful not to pull on it too hard, especially since that’s the reason yours was currently being repaired. Sitting down in the bathtub with a leg propped up on the side, you directed the water at your pussy, adjusting until you found a good angle for the water to hit your clit.
Your breathing picked up as you focused on how good it felt, moving the showerhead a little to vary the stimulation. You went back to thinking about Orochimaru, fantasizing about his body and the things you’d like him to do to you. You moved the stream of water back and forth ever so slightly, imagining it was his tongue flicking your clit.
“Mmm, that feels so good,” you whispered to yourself, barely audible, imagining that you were saying this to him as you felt an orgasm starting to build.
Soft moans escaped your mouth as the pleasure continued building, your lips eventually forming his name.
“Orochimaru-”
“If you wanted me to get you off, all you had to do was ask, my dear,” you heard from the doorway, blood running cold as you heard that sultry voice that you knew too well.
Your body jerked as you sat up quickly, dropping the showerhead momentarily before picking it up to keep from spraying water everywhere while you rushed to turn it off. You finally brought yourself to look in the direction of the door, finding Orochimaru there, leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed. Despite your efforts to remain quiet, he must have heard you moaning through the bathroom door.
“W-what?” You stammered, face flushing in embarrassment as you leaned forward against the side of the bathtub in an attempt to hide your naked body.
“I think you heard me, darling,” he said as he sauntered over to you, effortlessly removing his clothing one article at a time until he was standing right in front of you in only his boxers. You couldn’t help but notice that he was quite well-endowed and currently aroused, as it was easy to see through the thin cloth. You looked up at him with eyes wide in shock and disbelief, as you had been certain he would never be interested in you.
“I’ve known about your little crush on me for a while now,” Orochimaru stated. “It's been quite obvious with the way you get nervous around me and start sweating and stuttering. I find it rather endearing.”
You hadn’t moved from your spot in the bathtub, still looking up at him, rendered speechless as you were still trying to wrap your head around the whole situation.
“Well, my dear, what will it be? Shall I stay and fulfill your fantasy or leave you to finish pleasuring yourself?” He asked, leaning over with his hands on the edge of the bathtub, staring into your soul with those alluring golden eyes of his. After several seconds of silence, he started to turn to leave, but you grabbed his wrist, causing him to look back at you.
“Stay,” you finally managed to utter, looking up at him longingly while biting your lip. He smirked at you before crouching down to hold out a hand and help you stand up, making sure you wouldn’t slip. Once you were on your feet, he pulled you against him with one hand cupping your face and the other on your waist, kissing you passionately.
Orochimaru caught your bottom lip with his teeth, nibbling it as he pulled back to move down to your neck. While he kissed you there, he grabbed one of your hands and moved it to have you palm him through his boxers. He groaned when you slipped your hand inside them to start stroking him, pulling away for a moment to remove his boxers before stepping into the shower with you.
“Let’s turn this back on to drown out any noise,” he remarked, turning the water back on and making sure it was comfortably warm before switching it to the main showerhead. He pulled you close, kissing you hungrily as he let the warm water run over both of you.
“Sit,” he instructed, directing you to sit on the corner of the bathtub with your back against the wall.
Orochimaru knelt on the floor of the shower, water flowing down his back while his hands squeezed your thighs and gently pushed them open. He teased your pussy with his tongue, starting with small, gentle licks until your body was begging him for more. You found it difficult to stay quiet once he really started to show you what his tongue could do. Between the sucking and flicking of your clit you couldn’t help but let out small whines and moans.
“You were imagining my tongue pleasuring you like this, weren’t you?” He asked in a seductive tone, pausing his movements as he waited for an answer.
“Yes,” you gasped, desperate for him to continue as you were close to the edge of an orgasm when he stopped.
“Is it as good as you had imagined?” He smirked, enjoying watching you fall apart before him as you were aching for his touch.
“Better,” you breathed, desperate for him to continue. “Please keep going,” you whined.
“I want you to say my name when you cum. Will you do that for me?”
You nodded, gasping for breath and grabbing his forearms, as his hands were still holding your thighs. Without another word, he went back to work on your clit, doubling down on his efforts and continuing until your orgasm hit you hard. The waves of pleasure pulsed throughout your body with an intensity you had never experienced before, and it kept going as he continued to work you through it.
“Mm, oh yes, yes Orochimaru! Fuck yes!” You moaned, using every bit of self control you had to keep from screaming his name in ecstasy.
As soon as your orgasm drew to a close, he pulled you to your feet and under the water with him. He placed a hand on the back of your neck to pull you into a hungry kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth as he lifted one of your legs and draped it over his forearm. In all of the movement and changing of positions, his shampoo and conditioner had been knocked off their shelf, landing on the floor with a loud thud. The two of you hardly noticed though, too lost in the moment and each other to realize how loud it had been.
His hand slid from the back of your neck down your body, fingers pinching your nipple as it ventured downward to guide his cock into your entrance. You moaned into the kiss as he slowly pushed into you, your fingernails leaving marks on his shoulders from your firm grip on him as you adjusted to his size.
“You feel even better than I had imagined,” Orochimaru groaned as he pulled out painfully slowly before sliding back in, savoring the feeling of your tight pussy stroking his cock. Hearing that he had been fantasizing about fucking you as well turned you on even more. You pulled him back into another kiss, ravenous for more contact with him.
After only a couple thrusts of his hips, the two of you heard knocking at his bedroom door. Both of you paused for a moment, hoping they would go away, but they continued knocking. He huffed and rolled his eyes as he pulled out of you and stepped out of the shower.
“This better be for a good reason,” he grumbled to himself as he squeezed the water out of his dripping wet hair and wrapped a towel around his waist, carefully adjusting his dick so that whoever was on the other side of the door wouldn’t see that he was currently rock hard.
“What?” Orochimaru asked angrily as he unlocked the door and yanked it open. Kabuto stood before him, looking nervous as he had not expected Orochimaru to answer, and especially not looking like he had just stepped out of the shower.
“Are you alright?” Kabuto asked.
“Yes, of course. Why would you ask such a thing?” Orochimaru snapped back.
“I heard a couple loud thuds and what sounded like groaning and wanted to make sure everything was ok,” Kabuto replied.
“Yes, everything is fine. I can’t believe you interrupted my shower for this,” Orochimaru griped.
“But… didn’t (Y/N) just come in here to take a shower?” Kabuto questioned hesitantly. “And if you got out of the shower, why is the water still running?”
Orochimaru stood there in silence, his cheeks flushing as he realized there was no denying that the two of you had been in the shower together.
“Say anything to anyone and you’ll cease to exist,” Orochimaru threatened.
“That’s an empty threat,” Kabuto replied with a chuckle. “Anyway, I’m gonna go find Sasuke. He owes me 20 bucks now.”
Orochimaru looked at him quizzically.
“We made a bet on how long it would take for you two to finally fuck, and I won,” Kabuto explained.
“What?” Orochimaru questioned with a tone of both annoyance and shock.
“Oh, don’t act so surprised,” Kabuto remarked. “The sexual tension between the two of you was getting so strong, I had assumed that at some point I would end up walking in on you going at it in the lab. So thank you for doing it in your own room.”
“How long has this little bet been going on?” Orochimaru asked, narrowing his eyes and clenching his jaw in irritation.
“Well, we know you two have been attracted to each other pretty much since she got here. Granted, she was a little more obvious about it, but we could tell you were interested in her as well,” Kabuto explained. “So, I believe it started about a week after she arrived.”
Orochimaru rolled his eyes as he began to question himself, wondering if he had really been that obvious.
“Are we done here?” Orochimaru asked, his tone conveying his annoyance.
“Yeah,” Kabuto replied. “I’m sure you just can’t wait to get back to (Y/N) and finish up,” he quipped.
Orochimaru didn’t have anything to say in reply, simply slamming the door shut and locking it back.
He stood at the door for a moment, considering his feelings for you and hoping you would be interested in more than just sex with him.
That conversation can be had later though, he thought to himself, hurrying to get back to you before either one of you had a chance to get completely out of the mood.
