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Liberated	By : EroPrincess Category: Naruto AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 3114 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the series Naruto, nor am I affiliated in any way with the series! The series belongs to the mastermind Masashi Kishimoto and the lovely people at Shounen Jump and VIZ. I do not make any money from this story. This is for entertainment

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“But my restraint’s diminishing…” Mariah Carey
Chapter Five: Sprung
Kiba’s lips curved in an amused smirk as he carried a drunken Ino inside his one-bedroom apartment. Kicking the front door close with his boot, he set the model down on her feet to lock the door, slip out of his boots and turn on the light.
Glancing out the corner of his eye, the brunet’s smirk widened while he watched Ino pulling her dress down and stepping out of her heels. He thought back to their ride to his home and how Ino, who was once afraid to straddle his motorcycle, hollered in pure bliss with one arm tightly coiled around his torso. Her other arm was lifted high in the air with her fist raised.
“Wheeee!” She merrily screamed from her position behind Kiba into the night. “Fuck yes!”
The more he thought about it, Kiba didn’t know if it was the alcohol or if it was Ino simply being Ino that caused her to loosen up. Whatever it was he wasn’t going to complain. They were both horny, consenting adults that tried, and failed, to fight their desires for one another. Tonight they were planning to take their friendship to the next level. Any negative consequences they would suffer from their dealings with raw lust, they would worry about it tomorrow.
Ino’s piercing scream rang painfully in Kiba’s ears the moment he took off his boots. Scowling at the woman now cowering behind him Kiba yelled, “What is it?”
Ignoring his anger, Ino extended her finger from behind Kiba’s back. She pointed at the large, black and brown four-legged creature staring curiously at her. “Please get it away from me.” She clutched his tank and whispered in the fabric. “I hate dogs.”
Cackling at his frightened childhood friend, Kiba inclined his head towards his pet and incredulously asked, “Who? Y’mean Blanket here?”
“I don’t see any other carnivorous animals here, idiot!” Ino frustratingly shouted while keeping close to his body. “Just… please get it away from me,” the model whimpered frighteningly.
Deciding to let Ino’s insult slide because he desperately wanted to get laid Kiba kneeled in front of his canine companion, much to Ino’s dismay. She pressed herself against the door and watched Kiba rub the dog’s head, all the while Blanket’s attentive black eyes never wavered from his vision of Kiba’s houseguest.
“How ya doin’ boy?” Kiba greeted the Rottweiler soothingly. “Don’t let that bitch behind me get to ya.” Looking over his shoulder, the brunet gave his childhood friend a humorous smirk, and in return Ino flipped him off. Facing Blanket again, Kiba nuzzled his fur before replying, “Oh I plan to darlin’. Don’cha worry ‘bout that, alright?”
Color stained Ino’s cheeks as heat warmed her face. She blushed at Kiba’s erotic promise before turning away in embarrassment. “Whatever Inuzuka,” she closed her eyes and muttered through clenched teeth.
“Stick ya hand out.” Kiba instructed Ino.
Lifting one eye open, Ino raised a curious brow before asking, “Why?”
Rolling his dark eyes at her, Kiba folded his arms over his chest and huffed, “What da’ya mean ‘why’? Just do it!” He yelled impatiently.
“You are… impossible!” Ino fired back at her friend. Nevertheless she wanted to avoid a confrontation at all costs. She came to Kiba’s place to fuck, not engage him in a verbal bout of words. They can do that any day.
Begrudgingly the blonde extended her hand and watched in fascination as Blanket quietly approached it. The large dog interestedly sniffed her hand a few times before licking it.
Giggling at the tickling sensation of Blanket’s tongue on her hand, Ino faced Kiba and grinned. “He’s nice.”
Rocking on his heels, Kiba retuned Ino’s grin with one of his own. “Yeah I knew you’d like him. Blanket’s friendly. I trained him well.”
The model nodded before kneeling to pet Blanket’s head. “How are you doing? I’m Ino.” She pointed to herself. “Whoo!” Ino felt Kiba’s hands digging in the flesh of her shoulders to help her stand.
“Okay. That’s it with the formalities. We got business to take care of.”
Giving the brunet a cute pout with her glossed lips extended Ino replied, “I see you’re in a rush, Inuzuka.”
“Ya damn right, Yamanaka!” Kiba smacked Ino’s ass and chuckled when Ino yelped and jogged in the direction of his bedroom. Heh, so the chase is on, he told himself.
*****
Sai rested his back against the headboard while he relaxed in bed. He looked down at his smartphone and frowned at the screen’s wallpaper. It’s been several hours since Ino stormed angrily out of his art exhibit and she hasn’t called once.
They often fought and in retaliation Ino would leave and stay overnight at a hotel. But she always made sure to call just to let him know she was alright but needed space to calm down. His girlfriend not calling was out of character for her. The artist began to wonder if she was alright so he dialed the number he knew by heart.
Silence.
There was a brief muteness followed by Ino’s cheerful voice indicating Sai reached her voicemail. He left a short message before disconnecting the call. “What’s going on?” he wondered aloud.
Their year-long relationship was rapidly diminishing and Sai knew he was to blame. Constantly Ino tried to lend her support to him, but every time Sai just brushed her advances aside carelessly. It pained him to admit but he was envious of his girlfriend’s successful career. It was all he ever wanted and he believed if he dated Ino, he too would experience success in his field.
But somewhere along the path to success everything went wrong.
Sai fell in love with the outspoken, energetic model and he knew his feelings were reciprocated. However he couldn’t shake away the nagging thoughts in the back of his mind that he should be a famous, well-sought after artist. Not even being the world-renowned Ino Yamanaka’s boyfriend helped get any of his art shows off the ground. If anything, dating the fashion superstar only hindered his dreams of having a triumphant career.
Now to his colleagues and peers, Sai was simply known as Ino Yamanaka’s boyfriend. His male pride ached at being known as the model’s tag-along partner. So he started resenting his girlfriend for it, even though he knew it wasn’t her fault how people perceived their relationship.
With his jealousy rising, the passion Ino and Sai once shared in their relationship began to dwindle. The made love less and less until their erotic coupling sessions ceased altogether. The artist couldn’t even remember the last time he had his girlfriend underneath him while she passionately hollered out his name.
They barely talked to one another, and when conversation arose, it was usually Ino who initiated it. Sai would ignore her or give her one-word answers, hoping the blonde would get the hint and leave him alone. And it usually worked.
Sai continuously tried to push Ino away, believing if she ended their relationship he could finally get his career on track. But it never happened. Ino still clung to him and he didn’t understand why. Somewhere deep in his being he still harbored feelings for her, but the desire to push his career forward without carrying the extra baggage of dating a celebrity was an idealistic dream he couldn’t let go.
But the artist was experiencing a conundrum. He finally got his wish: tonight Ino was gone, even if it was temporary. However he wanted her back in his presence. Sai wanted to know if she was alright. He wanted a chance to apologize for being an ass earlier during his exhibit and to start over. Nonetheless the damage is done. Ino was purposefully avoiding him because she was hurt and angry. He wondered if he truly fucked up this time for good and if she would leave him.
What would he really do if she did?
“Nonsense,” Sai quietly spoke. “Ino wouldn’t do that. I should just give her some time to collect her thoughts. Everything will eventually work itself out. It always does.”
Placing his phone on the nightstand, Sai reached for the lamp to turn it off, smothering the bedroom in total darkness. The blackness of the room matched the somber mood he was currently in and it provided an odd comfort.
“She’ll come back to me. I just know it,” were the last words Sai muttered before settling in a dreamless slumber.
*****
“I want to open a center for girls who’re battling self-esteem issues. I want to give them a place of refuge where they can feel beautiful and gain confidence in who they really are. I want to knock down the wall of insecurity and self-doubt society places on females and erase the standard of beauty girls are expected to live up to. I want them to know that no matter what anyone else tells them, or how others are making them feel there’s a beautiful person lying in the depths of each of them. They just have to believe in themselves. It sounds corny huh?”
Ino lay on her back with her head nestled comfortably in Kiba’s pillows. Her aquamarine eyes focused on the ceiling fan slowly turning above her and she released a wistful sigh at her admittance.
She just told Kiba her innermost dream, a secret she held closely to her heart since that awful night in Los Angeles, California when she almost killed a teenage girl because of her own insecurities. Ino never would’ve have committed such a heinous crime before becoming a model. Before signing her fist contract she was more than confident in herself and her own beauty. And she never put anyone else down because of it. It was in her nature to build high self-esteem in others so they too, could feel good about themselves. However dealing with the ruthless, cutthroat industry of fashion, the once-compassionate woman became a whole new person—or rather monstrous creature because only a monster would do what she did to another human being. Now Ino was determined to gain her sense of humanity back, even if she didn’t have a set plan in motion on how she would accomplish her new dream and make it a reality.
She shrugged. She supposed the first step in making her dream come to fruition is admitting it. Again the blonde was thankful Kiba provided a listening ear tonight.
Kiba lay opposite of Ino at the foot of his bed where he massaged her feet and listened intently to her dream of opening her own center. Surprisingly when they entered his bedroom neither was ready to ravish each other’s bodies. They both collapsed awkwardly on his bed with Ino turning on Kiba’s lamp and for several minutes they rested in silence.
Minutes ticked slowly by until Ino filled the quiet atmosphere with her dream of opening her own help center for girls. Kiba’s ears focused on every word that emerged from the model’s lips and mentally he nodded in agreement. He was elated to know that somewhere underneath the exterior of designer clothes and a high-profile career the Ino Yamanaka he grew up with, the real Ino was still there.
Albeit bitchy, moody, and annoying Ino was also extremely kind-hearted, thoughtful and helpful. She was always available whenever someone needed a helping hand and Ino never hesitated to ensure they were well taken care of. He remembered their academy days when Sakura was getting bullied because of her large forehead and Ino was the only one in their class who was brave enough to protect her from the small group of troublesome girls.
Sakura also suffered greatly from self-esteem issues which rendered her shy and it was Ino who helped the strawberry blonde to gain self-assurance, break out of her shell and feel attractive. Ino even gave Sakura tips on how to showcase her other features to take the focus off her forehead. And from that day forward the two have been inseparable.
Kiba knew deep down if anybody had the power to positively influence the lives of girls everywhere it was Ino Yamanaka. Her bright personality and charisma could lighten even the darkest of people. So he told her how he honestly felt.
“It’s not corny, Ino. It sounds just like somethin’ ya would do.” The brunet closed his eyes and lightly inhaled the natural scent coming from the apex of Ino’s thighs and contentedly sighed. Breathing in the model’s natural fragrance caused his erection to gently stir to life. His semi-hardness pressed against the seam of his boxers inside his pants, desperately in need of release.
Moving his hands from Ino’s feet to her right calf, Kiba’s calloused fingers stroked her leg. He marveled at the smoothness of her hairless skin that felt like satin underneath his touch. Fuck she’s so got damned soft! I bet she feel like this all over.
Sitting up fully, Kiba lifted her right leg and placed her foot over his shoulder to spread her open. More of her natural smell permeated his nostrils and blood flowed to his dick, expanding it to a full erection.
His left hand slid over her calf, past her knee to her lower thigh. Kiba traced lazy circles on the sensitive flesh, eliciting soft moans from the woman underneath him. Casually continuing the conversation he told her, “I’m just glad ya managed to finally come to yer senses. Glad to have ya back, Ino.”
Ino’s aquamarine eyes fluttered closed at Kiba’s simple, yet erotic ministrations. Her breathing labored but her heart beat rapidly as she felt his fingers glide over her skin like a warm knife smoothing butter. In the mist of her haze, the model’s eyes darted to the left and settled on Kiba’s upper right shoulder. Ino noticed an intricately detailed tattoo of a skull with burgundy roses underneath. So Kiba has a tattoo? Ino mused through a cloud of lust. I wonder what he’ll have to say about the few I have.
Repositioning his body so now he lay on his stomach, Kiba’s soft, thick lips followed the path to the center of her thighs his finger once traced. He kissed his way to his destination, all the while allowing his nostrils to marinate in the heavy scent of Ino’s arousal.
“Mmm… Kiba…” Ino softly gasped in the air. “Please… don’t tease me…” She reached for his head to push him closer to her body’s heat, frantically needing the wild, untamed man to tongue-fuck her senselessly. “Eat my pussy.”
Kiba chuckled against Ino’s upper thigh and playfully nipped at sensitive skin before smoothing the gentle bite marks with his tongue. “Heh, I see ya like to get right down to business, Yamanaka.”
Ino’s lips curled in a scowl at Kiba’s patronizing tone. Her eyes hardened and she lifted her head to speak her mind. Before she could voice her feelings at the brunet, the blonde released a passionate scream in the air. Her thighs squeezed around Kiba’s wrist and tears misted her eyes when she felt his probing finger gliding in her hot, wet tunnel.
“Kiba…!”
Kiba pushed the soaking fabric of Ino’s thong aside so his fingers could penetrate her moist opening. Removing the scrap of material only released more of her natural smell in the air and his nostrils flared more while he tried to inhale her scent. He felt lightheaded and a little dizzy breathing in Ino’s inebriating aroma. If he could, Kiba knew he would lie there for days allowing his nose to consume heavy gulps of her childhood friend’s fragrance. There was something about the natural smell of a woman that always managed to get Kiba off, but Ino’s scent was making him high! His dick excruciatingly hardened in his pants and it took all the self-control in the world for Kiba to not bail out on the foreplay and fuck Ino like he was the last man on Earth.
His onyx eyes concentrated on the peach-pink, swollen lips of Ino’s sex saturated with her natural fluid. He licked his lips hungrily, anticipating on the taste that was the sexy woman in his bed. Kiba knew from the beautiful sight of her pussy Ino would be the best delicacy he would ever taste on his tongue. However like a fine cuisine, Kiba knew he had to take his time and carefully sample his meal before feasting like a hungry man on the brink of starvation. Ino was much too special for a simple, quick tongue lashing. He was going to make sure she would remember every little thing he did to her pussy before fucking her like crazy.
Slowly he spread her open and inserted his middle finger inside the model. Kiba’s lips parted in surprised at the tightness of her hole. Given what she told him about her past, he expected the blonde to be a bit wide, but she nearly felt like a virgin around his digit. He clenched his teeth painfully while thinking about how marvelous it would feel to have her near virgin-tightness coiled around his throbbing dick. The mild fantasy made pre-cum stain his boxers and Kiba knew he was nearly on the verge of breaking down—and he barely did anything! Shit, mentally he cursed. Ino must have some of the best pussy in the world for me to act like a bitch in heat!
Ino’s wall clenched his digit, trapping it within the dewy confines of her clamped sex. He barely moved an inch before his ears perked at the heavenly scream of the model shouting his name.
“Kiba…! Oh Kiba!”
Circling her fingers around his wrist, Ino forcefully sped the movements of Kiba’s invading finger, thrusting it violently in her center. Her hips lifted rhythmically from the bed and her loud screams became high-pitched gasps of pleasure. She closed her eyes and mentally rejoiced in Kiba’s finger-fucking assault inside her.
Feeling Ino’s body moving in tune with the tempo of his hand shattered Kiba’s resolve. Tossing away the sliver of patience he had left to go slow and easy with Ino, he hastily ripped the thong from her body with his free hand and used his fingers to separate her lips.
Growling erotically when the full smell of her arousal charged his senses, Kiba ravenously licked his lips and lowered his head to devour Ino. He ceaselessly licked from her pink center to flicker his tongue against the protruding bud of her clit. He smacked his lips and licked the swells of flesh as he mewled from the deep within his throat at the exquisite taste of the exotic woman underneath him.
Ino’s thigh violently shook against Kiba’s shoulder and her fingers tangled in the mass of his hair. She pulled hard against the thick strands an attempt to control the orgasmic feeling of the brunet’s tongue-thrashing and finger stabbing against her hot, wet mound. “Ugh… Kiba yesss…” she purred unashamedly into the air.
However Kiba didn’t focus on Ino’s screams that vibrated against the walls of his bedroom. He suckled her clit like a snow cone on a blistering summer day, thirsty for more of her syrupy goodness that oozed from within her with each ravenous lick of his tongue. Kiba never knew a woman could taste so devilishly sweet, but that was the only way to describe the distinctive flavor of Ino: sinfully pleasing and erotically wicked.
Ino’s entire body shook from her core and gooseflesh prickled along her skin. Several tremors danced along her nerves, making her entire body sensitive to Kiba’s oral touches. She didn’t want him to stop—she was so close to toppling over the edge of rapture that her stomach tightened in knots.
“Oh Kiba! More! Just a little more! I’m gonna come!”
Kiba obliged eagerly, smoothly caressing his teeth along her flesh before suckling her swollen nub again. Inserting two fingers inside Ino’s tunnel, he brutally plunged his digits to slither against her walls to milk the model for everything she’s worth.
Everything felt so right; Kiba was eating her pussy like a maniac and Ino felt thought her body was going to explode. The feelings Kiba raised from deep within her were so intense Ino felt like she was about to die. Her stomach knotted in pain but the oral pasting Kiba was giving her pussy was worth enduring the uncomfortable feeling in her abdomen.
Then something went horribly wrong.
“Kiba stop,” Ino whined due to the discomfort she felt spreading throughout her stomach. She pushed his head away in attempt to move him away from her, but Kiba remained rooted to his spot, licking her like his very life depended on it.
“Please,” the blonde tried again but her protests were ignored. Frantically she opened her eyes and searched around the room until she spotted a wastebasket next to the bed.
Realization dawned on Ino why her stomach was doing summersaults when she felt bile rise in her throat. All the alcohol and the cheeseburgers she consumed earlier came back in full force. Kiba still didn’t notice a change in her sudden mood and continued licking life from her pussy until he felt Ino roll over on her side, causing him to fall clumsily from the bed.
Desperately reaching for the wastebasket, Ino released all the contents of everything she ate and drank into it.
Staring dumbfounded at the model regurgitating into his trash basket, Kiba’s dark eye twitched agitatedly and he hollered without any regard for his neighbors. “What the fuck Ino?”
*****
“I see you’re awake.” Ino stepped out of the master bathroom after she freshened up and rested against the threshold of the door.
Still fully clothed in yesterday’s attire, Kiba sat upright and combed his fingers through his wild, brown hair. He looked at Ino with an amused smirk and she returned his playful grin with one of her own. “Yeah I usually get up around this time to feed and walk Blanket.”
Smoothing imaginary wrinkles from her black dress, Ino stepped from the bathroom’s doorway and walked to where Kiba was sitting. Standing before him, she leaned down to give him a light kiss on his forehead. “Thanks for last night,” she sexily whispered in his ear.
“Feh,” Kiba snorted and pulled her in his lap, eliciting a gasp of shock from the blonde. “As drunk as ya were, I’m surprised ya still remember last night.”
Encircling her arms around his broad shoulders, Ino smirked and replied, “How could I forget? You’re the only man to make me orgasm and vomit at the same time. But you took care of me after that embarrassing… thing… and I appreciate it.”
Smacking her firmly on her exposed upper thigh, Kiba gave Ino a hard look and told her, “Yer gonna make it up to me, ya’know that? I didn’t even get the chance to see ya naked.”
Kissing him in the hollow of his throat, Ino nodded and giggled her promised. “Yeah I’m gonna make it up to you.” She had a month to share with Kiba and after last night, Ino wanted another chance to correct her folly and prove to the feral bad boy she was just as uninhibited as he was. She closed her eyes and sighed contently when the feeling of Kiba’s toned arms wrapped around her body, holding her close and making her feel at peace.
Ino enjoyed the near-foreign feeling of having someone care for her outside of what she could do for them business-wise. They only spent one night together but Ino felt safe, wanted, and truly admired. Never in a million years would she have thought to find a confidant, a true friend, and lover in Kiba Inuzuka, but life always had a way of throwing curve balls.
Everything that transpired in the last few hours felt like a dream Ino didn’t want to wake up from. But daybreak is here and reality is gradually setting in. She had to return to a loveless relationship with Sai. In a month’s time she was scheduled to arrive in the States and sign the contract that nearly cost another person their life, and return to a career that no longer excited her. And she eventually had to leave her friends behind… again. And who knew how long it would be before she saw them again?
That means I have to leave Kiba behind too, Ino realized in horror.
The simplicity and serenity she shared with Kiba the night before meant more than anything she’s experienced in the past few years. Unlike everyone Ino dealt with on a daily basis, Kiba treated Ino like the same person he’s known since childhood. Her status as a celebrity, her money or fame didn’t bother him and Ino appreciated it greatly, even though she wouldn’t expect anything less from her brash friend.
How am I going to say goodbye? The model asked herself with a sense of dread. I don’t want to leave when I hardly got the chance to see how far we could’ve gone together.
“Ya still comin’ to my party next month?” Kiba’s raspy voice broke Ino’s train of thought and she was grateful for the interruption.
Rolling her eyes in a jokingly manner and teasingly poking him in the chest, Ino assured her friend. “Yeah I’m going. I’m not gonna miss it.” Giving Kiba a final kiss on his cheek, Ino stood to leave the bedroom. Before she could move further, she felt Kiba’s fingers lace with hers.
“After last night all I get is a kiss on the cheek?” He asked her with an incredulous tone and a quizzical raise of a dark brow.
Turning around and balling her fists at her sides Ino frowned and spat at him, “I would kiss you on the lips but your morning breath is burning my nose hairs!”
Standing up to lean his forehead against hers, Kiba made sure their faces were touching so Ino could smell his breath while he emphasized his point. “My breath smells like ya pussy, if it stinks so does yer cunt!”
Ino’s face darkened burgundy with humiliation at Kiba’s accusation. Her chest heaved rapidly as she fumed at the nerve of what Kiba implied about her body. “You fucking asshole!” The model pushed the brunet as hard as she could, causing him to fall backwards against his bed.
Stomping to his bedroom door, Ino turned around and pointed a condemning finger at her childhood friend. “I don’t know what I was thinking! You’re such a got damned bastard, Inuzuka!”
Casually resting his chin his palm as he propped his head on his elbow, Kiba grinned lazily at Ino while he enjoyed her morning outburst. “Yeah whatever. Just remember Barbie, ya made a promise to make last night up to me. I don’t care about anythin’ else ya have to say. There’s the door.” His arm extended forward, pointing to the direction of his front door.
Extending her middle finger at the brunet, Ino glowered. “Fuck you Inuzuka, with your dog’s dick while you’re at it.”
Kiba’s lazy grin only stretched further across his face. He blinked a few times before responding. “Nah, I’m not into bestiality. I wanna fuck you, but I don’t care if Blanket watches… if that’s yer thing and all.”
Waving her hand in a dismissal gesture at Kiba, Ino exited his apartment without another word to meet her driver Konan outside.
Their relationship was a strange one and Kiba couldn’t figure it out even if he tried. He knew Ino enjoyed being around him as much he valued her time, but they also took pleasure in pressing each other’s buttons. That’s what made their friendship an exciting and unique one. In the short time they shared, Kiba realized he’s become addicted to Ino Yamanaka. He didn’t care about anything else that came with the woman besides the woman herself. But he was no fool. He knew by the beginning of November she would on a first class flight back to America to continue living her high-profile life and once again leaving behind everything and everyone in Japan.
Kiba didn’t know how to feel about that so he chose not to dwell on it. He simply focused on the present and told himself he would continue to enjoy Ino’s company for the duration of her stay. He didn’t want to worry himself into a headache about the future. The present was all that mattered.
“Yeah… I’ll keep tellin’ myself that until I start to believe it,” Kiba muttered frustratingly under his breath.

I hope this chapter satisfies you all until I upload the next one. Sorry for the lateness. I got kinda stuck with writer’s block. I’m also sorry if the lime sucked. It’s been a while since I wrote a decent sex scene, but hey? At least it’s original!
And for those who celebrate it: Happy Valentine’s Day.
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