Everyone's Crazy 'Bout A Sharp Dressed Man | By : mischiefmaker Category: Naruto > General Views: 1134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
A/N: Yesterday
was Naruto’s birthday, and I couldn’t let my favorite
boy celebrate without some drabble lovin’. XD
Pairing: angsty NaruAnko (wtf?) and a hint of SasuSaku
Disclaimer: I do
not own Naruto, nor can I vouch for my sanity at the
point.
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The two stumble through the bathroom door and into the first
open stall they can find, ignoring the look of disgust from the woman washing
her hands less than ten feet away. What does he care? It’s not like he asked
her to join or anything.
The door’s warped, and the lock doesn’t align right, so he
shoves her back against it to keep it shut. His hand snakes under a thigh,
pulling it up around his waist as he rips a hole in the crotch of her mesh body
suit.
She grins and says he’s buying her a new one as she works
open his fly, and he agrees. A drunken bathroom quickie is worth it, he thinks.
But then her hand wraps tightly around his cock, positioning it, and then he’s
in and no longer has to think about anything more than the feeling of wet, hot
bliss. Her other leg joins the first around his waist as he bangs her against
the stall door, the sound of wood slapping against wood with each thrust
echoing off the tiled floor loud enough to completely drown out the squeaking
of the hinges and her labored breath.
She’s ridiculously light, her body toned but short, and for
a brief moment, it’s hard for him to imagine this is the same woman who’d
freaked him out during his first Chuunin exam years
ago. But then she shrieks and bites down on his shoulder hard enough to break
skin through his vest as her pussy convulses around him, and he no longer
cares. Doesn’t care who it is so long as it’s not Sakura-chan or Sasuke-bastard, because
even though he’s happy for them, it hurts.
It hurts more than he ever thought it would, but right now, with his hands on Anko’s ass as he tenses and shudders, he feels nothing but
the swimming of his head and the tingling of his body, and it’s the best he’s
felt all fucking day.
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