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chiefatticcreator · 5 months

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(Prompt) It is nice that Inojin is going to enjoy the present, but Ino doesn't think that is enough. Instead of waiting for later, she wants Inojin to suck that dildo right now with Boruto. So she decides to make that a game, for both of them to suck on that double ended dildo with the winner taking it the most. Inojin might be embarrassed to do this in front of people, but his friends peer pressure him into it. Which leads to the two fembois finally sucking on that dildo together. All while the party guests record this moment.

Ino's eyes were on her son. Disappointed that he had refused to start toyign with the dildo right there and then, but she smiled slightly, seeign the hesitation in him. She knew he needed only a little push to fully fall in.

"Since it's so big, maybe you and Boruto could still play with it a little?" she suggested, staring at Inojin.

"I'm not sure I want to..." Inojin began, only for Boruto to cheer.

"Yes! A game between us both, to see how you can have fun with it!"

"That sounds fun." Chocho grinned. "So we can see if you know what to do with it, Inojin."

"I don't want to toy with it."

"Come on! Just one small game, so we all know you can have fun with it too." Sarada insisted.

"... fine." Inojin blushed. His gaze drawn to the toy again and again despite him tryign to look away. "What are we gonna play with it?"

"Well, a dildo like that fels great when yo usuck on it." Ino grinned. "And it's pretty long, so maybe we coudl see who can suck on it the most."

Inojin's face, already red from embarassment, turned even redder. But with everyoen around him, staring at him liek this, he didn't have it in himself to disappoint them all.

"Are you two ready? Go!"

As soon as Sakura had said the word, Boruto had opened his mouth wide and closed his eyes, moaning as he took the toy in his mouth. Inojin watched him, gulped, and slowly followed suit. Lips puckered against the tip of the toy, touching it sent a shudder through him, and the young Yamanako opened his mouth by instinct.

It was huge, it was big, Inojin struggled to fit it inside, gaggign and sputtering as he took the plastic toy in, and yet... it felt good. It felt better than Inojin had felt in week. It was just a plastic toy, flavourless and fake, but sucking on somethign so big, so wide, it felt... right.

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kendochick-moor · 2 years

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November 2011 - Naruto - ItaSakuKaka - Random scenes from “Incomplete”

In no particular order.

“Hello, tall, dark, and manipulative,” Ino’s eyebrow rose saucily as she slid into the seat across from her prey. They were alone in a team-debriefing room he’d settled in to write his report. Perfect for her.

The Uchiha looked up from his mission report—closing it as he did so—and debated how much attention he should accord his flatterer. While some may dismiss Inoichi’s daughter, Itachi was well aware of how clever and resourceful she could be, and reasoned she would not bother accosting him without a purpose. She was also reputed to be incredibly adept at her role as an interrogator. She had his attention.

“Were you an ANBU, you would be disciplined for your lack of respect in address, Yamanaka.”

“And you do know about rules, don’t you? Especially bending them,” she replied with a smile. She leaned forward, resting her elbow on the tabletop, her chin in her palm as she watched him thoughtfully.

“What I am trying to figure out, is why.”

Itachi held her gaze a moment, waiting to see if she would continue. He didn’t respond, though. If she wanted information, she would need to ask far more directly, or at least give something else of her own away first. While he was not stationed there permanently like Yamanako Ino, he had spent time in the Torture and Interrogation division, and was familiar with their protocols. So far, she was behaving predictably enough.

"I've been watching for a while now, Uchiha."

“I had not realized I fascinated you.”

“You and that brother of yours fascinate every woman in Konoha,” she grinned back unabashedly. “But I’m more interested in your recent fascination with someone else.”

“Is my being fascinated by someone or something really so far-fetched?”

Ino sighed, shaking her head slightly in her palm. She continued staring at him, now somewhat more knowingly.

“See, I don’t think so. Surprising to a degree, but knowing what I do, not too much so. No, it’s not the who, it’s the what.”

“Come again?”

“The circumstances. Why would you go to so much trouble for someone who can’t reciprocate?”

Itachi felt his blood run cold.

--and somehow, this, Yamanaka Ino sensed immediately.

“… unless you didn’t know?...” she murmured, awestruck.

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Bits and pieces to that ItaSakuKaka I work on from time to time...

“Welcome, welcome. Please, join me in my office.”

“Of course,” replied Itachi with a faint bow of respect, following the daimyo as he led them further into his residence.

“Did you and your husband enjoy safe travels?” inquired the daimyo, turning slightly to scrutinize the lovely, dark-haired woman who adorned the Uchiha’s arm.

“None that upset our journey overmuch,” she replied politely, her lips pulling into a small smile.

“I see,” was all he said, showing he understood clearly what they would not state aloud. Yes, they had been targeted and attacked, but they had handled the threats and arrived safely regardless.

“You received my letters, prior to your leaving?”

“Yes, we are well aware of the conditions, milord.” In Uchiha-daimyo code: Yes, they’d been briefed by the Hokage before they left.

“Good, good,” he said, and the ‘wife’ recognized the hints of exhaustion which laced his tone.

Finally, they arrived at his personal office and he closed and locked the door behind him, then signaled Itachi who had already understood the silent request for a soundproofing jutsu. The dark-haired man nodded once when he’d secured the room, and the daimyo slumped into an oversize leather-back chair, his entire demeanour changing to that of a hopeless man.

“Is it true?” he asked hoarsely.

“Yes,” assured Itachi calmly. “The Hokage did not feel you were overreacting, and she has sent us to assist you in every way we can.”

“We?” repeated the weary man.

“The Hokage felt the severity of your situation warranted a bit of extra security, or insurance. As you had already confirmed cost was no object, you now have on staff a veteran strategic consultant,” Itachi tipped his head, and then turned to the young woman at his side, sliding his arm from hers to place a hand at the small of her back. “You also have a demolition expert, diplomat, poison specialist, and the top medic in all the shinobi nations.” At this introduction, the lovely woman let her dark hair fade to bubblegum pink, and she bowed forward.

“May I introduce my partner, the Hokage’s own apprentice, Haruno Sakura.”

“Pleased to be of service, milord.”

The room was quiet as he sized the pair up. Of course, their reputations preceded them, but this was both an advantage and disadvantage—hence why both had travelled under henge. It was a testament to the spy network operating under the daimyo's nose that despite their hidden identities--or perhaps because of, though that was still to be determined--that they had still been attacked in an attempt to thwart their arrival at the castle.

“Please don’t take this the wrong way,” the gentleman said finally, “But if Lady Tsunade sent both of you, then I really must be in trouble,” he sighed, and Sakura sensed he was trying to subdue the urge to rub his hands across his face.

“The Hokage had hoped to put your mind at ease by sending us to assist you, that is all, sir.”

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