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As the sun rises over the tree line of the The Hidden Leaf Village, a yawn escapes you. Today was going to be a long one, and you're going to have to skip your early noon bedtime for this funeral. But someone has to show up with the Inuzuka's freshly prepared remains. That of his dog, and himself, passed away not long ago.
And it might as well be you. Or, so you told your cousins over dinner last night.
You come from a clan of shinobi who specialize in ninja arts utilizing decomposition. Fungus, vermin, and bacteria- all very good friends of yours. Several generations ago, your clan became the official morticians of Konoha. And you were delegated with the final handling of this man and his companion's remains.
The straps holding the twin urns tug rather harshly to your side and you whip your head around to see Hinata holding Naruto's shoulder, whose the one tugging on your strap.
"Careful!"
"Y/N!!"
"Hey, if these urns knock over I'm telling Kiba to let Akamaru shit in your bed roll!" You twist away and snap out of Naruto's grasp.
"These urns are kind of creepy, not that I want to disrespect the dead or anything!" Naruto quips, waving his hands defensively.
"Too late for that," you sigh.
You were in the same graduating class as the legendary 9 rookies. Had anyone asked 12 year old you, there was no way any of them would have saved the village times over by now. That you'd train very quickly in your art, no thanks to the unlucky access to so many bodies after the war. It kept you busy, which helped keep the loneliness of the night at bay.
Upon reaching the Inuzuka homestead, you're ushered inside an open sitting room with Naruto and Hinata. Opposite the entrance was an altar being prepared and you walked over to set your pack down beside it.
"Thank you for handling them with such care," a woman with red triangles painted on her cheeks hands you an envelope heavy with payment.
"It's an honor, ma'am. We kept their remains separated, but if you would like, we can mix a little of one into the other's urn. Then they can be together forever." You offer, setting the urns in their respective placements on the altar.
"That would be lovely," she replies.
You hear a sniffle and turn back to see Naruto wiping a tear from his eye, and Hinata rubbing his arm.
"Didn't take you to be so sentimental," a rough, barking tone comes from behind him.
"Kiba! How are you feeling this morning?" Hinata asks as he approaches with Shino beside him. Whatever you were doing, you'd forgotten, only focusing on him.
"I'm fine," Kiba replies, "told the geezer not to go on that last mission-"
A fan whips through the air and smacks Kiba in the forehead.
"Have some decency!" The woman who paid you earlier shouts.
They bicker back and forth, the woman pulling Kiba out of the living space and saying something along the lines of not coming back without a muzzle on. The rest of the gang follow him out and you turn back to your charges, opening the lid to the man's urn first.
Something small skitters in the ashes and you reach down to grab it. "Must've crawled in looking for a snack. Not gonna find any flesh left buddy- oh!" When you pick the beetle up it's immediately clear that it's not one of your flesh-eating beetles from the mortuary. And by the way it crawls along your palm looking for chakra points, you recognize it as one of Shino's kikaichu.
"Can't let you take those with you, little guy," You lightly tap the beetle's rump to shake off any ashes and smile. "Picked a strange sandbox to play in. If not a little... sacrilegious. Here, stay there for me?" You put the beetle on the collar of your jacket while scooping ashes into each urn and then sealing them shut.
"Now that's done... sure you miss your real host. I would," you sigh girlishly. You'd had a little bit of a crush on Shino since the Chunin exams. Even looking at him through the window, standing around outside stoically- did he have to look so good simply brooding? A devilish grin splits your face and you bring the beetle to your lips. Looking around to make sure you're alone, you lean in close to whisper;
"Hey, you should tell Shino I think he's cute."
The beetle wiggles it's back legs as if conspiring along with you. As you watched it fly away, you giggled softly.
-
Throughout the funeral ceremony, you couldn't help but feel eyes glued to the back of your skull. Which was a normal feeling, the village treated your clan like weirdos, wanting very little to do with your lot until they needed a body cared for. But it felt a little off this time, like you were being witnessed rather than watched for entertainment or judgement.
Everywhere you went during the reception, you were accompanied by a distinct, undeniable buzzing sound. But you played it cool, despite whispers about the way the smell of death clung to you. How untrustworthy a clan must be that works solely at night.
But with every glance snuck at Shino, he looked the same. Keeping to himself, only speaking when spoken to and very little at that. You swear that he's NOT stealing glances back, taking advantage of his eyes being obscured by his thick sunglasses.
-
A much heavier yawn escapes as you walk the path uphill to the cemetery.
"Fucking triple shift..." you curse. It was your turn to tend the graves tonight. It was still early afternoon by the end of the funeral, so you figured it'd be easier to do your chores now and then go home and have some long, uninterrupted sleep. It was just some basic clean and care, definitely one of the easiest tasks to handle as keepers of the dead.
That doesn't stop your muscles from feeling ten pounds heavier, your back getting stiff soon after getting started with sweeping headstones and pulling weeds. You hardly notice the visitors coming and going. Cemetery care was usually left to the late evening and early morning when no one was around. If they were muttering about you, then you wouldn't have noticed anyway.
You perk up a bit at the Aburame headstones, wondering if anyone would bother noticing the obvious special treatment they're receiving right now on account of your little crush. The stones glistened brightest in the afternoon sun, characters chiseled and kept looking fresh, the grass so even it was like every blade stood at attention. Today, it was the only set rivaling the beauty of your own clan's headstones.
Sparkling out from beneath the shadows, a spiderweb obscured an Aburame's name. You reach for the it, aiming to brush away the web, and let the spider build a new one elsewhere, when a hand snatches your wrist.
"Oh! Pardon me," you rip your hand away, looking up to meet Shino's glossy black sunglasses pointed directly at you. "Was just about to clean this off..."
"Don't. My brother... he, would have liked knowing his final resting place was a home for small souls," he explains.
"Ah! Your brother..." you think back to the only Aburame whose body had been laid to rest in recent years. "Torune, right? I didn't know he was your brother. I'm so sorry."
Shino only stares at you, on his knees and pulling his hand away.
"What was done to him," you scowl, the foul memory coming back in waves of bile which rose up the back of your throat, " done to his body, preventing his soul from moving on... it was despicable."
Genuine anger flared in your eyes, grinding your teeth and clenching your hands around your thighs. It was your sacred duty to watch after the dead, and desecration of corpses felt like a smack in the face.
"I'm sorry. My feelings hardly matter and it's not fair of me to say things like that," you look at him, but he's focused on the spider crawling across her web.
Shino doesn't reply, but he doesn't move away either.
"Can I share something with you?"
Slowly, he turns to you, still not replying, but almost leaning closer. A curious, anxious buzzing filling the air.
"Torune was a special case, and we used mycelium to... well you know. The venom left in his veins was absorbed and a new species evolved from it," you swallow a lump in your throat, "I know how this might sound but... I still have the specimen. Well, the ones that evolved from the original source."
Shino's brows raise, his head tilting just a little. The buzzing quiets and all you can hear is blood rushing to your head.
"They're very pretty actually, would you like to come over and see?"
What on earth gave you the confidence to ask that right now? Where was it years ago, all this time? He doesn't give you any time to think twice and he quickly replies:
"Yes, I would."
Shino's frame towers over yours now, ready to take your offering. In his shadow, your lips part, breath hitching. If only you could get a look behind that black lens and read into what he might be thinking right now.
"Bet he's got bugs crawling in his mouth," someone heckles from your side.
"Eugh- gross! I wouldn't be caught dead kissing that!" Another guy cackles.
Your brows narrow and you glare at the two young, drunk men shouting at you.
"Whaddya think's worse? Bugs or dead bodies? Hahaha!"
"Oh, dead bodies for sure dude. Can you imagine what it smells like between that bitch's-whoah what?!"
Shino appears towering behind the two hecklers, a hand clamped to each shoulder.
"Hey get off me, creep!" One of them tries to drop out of Shino's grasp.
His body bubbles and melts into a black cloud descending over the men. They scream and swipe their hands at it, only managing to spread the darkness further.
"Spiders! They're fucking spiders?!" The other guy cries. They both run off, spiders flung about their get away trail.
Shaking your head and holding back a laugh, you stand up and walk over to the pile of spiders left behind. You bent down to examine them and couldn't help letting loose the laugh.
"What a bunch of pussies! It was just a swarm of cellar spiders! Their mouths are too small to bite human skin." You cup your hands and scoop them up.
"Hey Shino- can I take some of these? I'm having a mite problem- it gets the job done but they don't like to only stick to the deceased, and my garden turned into a half-eaten mess."
"Sure. I'll walk you home and they'll follow me, so you don't have to carry them."
"I don't mind!" You argue, watching the spiders crawl across your fingers. "But... I guess I did invite you over, huh?" you smile a little and tuck a strip of hair behind your ear.
-
Crickets sing in the crisp night air of early spring, their song billowing past the open window in your bedroom. Laying down flat on your back, your feet are planted, hips elevated to give your hand room to explore between your legs.
Shino was right there- downstairs in your home, sitting next to you. On a small tour of the home and study, he was standing behind you close enough that the hum of his beetles made the hair stand up on the back of your neck. He was so quiet, but the way he kept his attention glued to you spoke loud and clear: you were worth his time.
Lightly circling your clit with two fingers, you remember his battle-hardened body, that self assured frame standing over you. And wishing desperately that he was looming over you on purpose. Letting you smell the bark of lilac trees infused with his musk- the memory making you shiver and palm yourself.
"Shino~" you hiss quietly over and over, fingers pushing past your entrance and squeezing down on your most sensitive spot.
He thanked you. He actually thanked you when shown the black and purple marbled mushrooms, the spores laced with his brother's lifeforce. When you offered for him to take them, albeit very carefully, he declined. Saying he'd 'rather come over and visit when he wanted, if it was OK.'
Your reply had you stumbling over your words. Of course he can visit anytime! You wished you'd dragged him up the stairs and thrown him down on your bed to show him just how welcome he was in your home.
"Shino, I want you to come... please," you whisper between gritted teeth as your climax builds up.
-
Blood rushes from every limb as the tension twists itself into knots in his gut. The sound of your little mewls vibrating in his ear- the beetles he'd left in your home lived long enough to hear you call out his name. So desperate, so needy. The tension snapped and Shino's cock erupted in his hand.
His spend burned and cooled on his belly as he regained the ability to breath normally. He couldn't believe his good fortune. He opened the door to his world, out of simple curiosity, and you gleefully walked through it.
The beetle in the urn was a test of your composure. And then you turned it back on him ten fold. For the first time in years, he felt shaken. Watching you gave him a rush, every unconscious movement and emotion you gave away without knowing it. He wanted it all for himself.
And yet? You had to have known he'd spy on you. That he'd see what you did alone in your room tonight.
Shino sighs. There's no denying that needling fear of rejection in the shadow of his desire.
-
Two weeks passed and you were humming happily in your garden. Picking fresh berries from the vine, you practically buzzed with excitement while packing them in a travel box. A nice pick-me-up to for your new mission.
Shino had personally invited you to tag along with his team. A precious item had been stolen from it's wealthy owner, and your job was to steal it back. You hoped he didn't catch the way you bit your bottom lip when he was in the hokage's office, acting out of sorts just being in the same room as him again. It had been ages since sharing a mission with him, but your feelings at the time hadn't... 'hatched' into what they've become recently.
You were so used to making others uncomfortable in your company. The only times you were specifically asked for was missions with tracker ninja and the Anbu, where you were expected to hang back and twiddle your thumbs until your specialty was needed.
But Shino wanted you.
Well, he wanted something to do with you. And now you were going to spend a lot of time together.
It was mid morning by the time you approached the village gates. Hinata sat patiently on a bench, staring no where in particular and thrumming her fingers on her thigh. Kiba on the other hand was pacing back and forth and as you got closer you could hear him muttering under his breath, maybe talking to Akamaru? Hinata was the one to notice you first.
"Good morning!" She waved, standing up and throwing her bag over her shoulder. Kiba turned his head at you and huffed.
"Now that you're both here, let's get this show on the road!"
Both of you...?
"Always skipping the basics of conversation. Good morning, Kiba, Hinata, and Y/N."
You whip around to find Shino at your back, approaching from the street just over from the one you'd emerged from.
"Yeah, yeah. Bite me. We can walk and talk, come on!" Kiba huffed, turning on his heel and taking off without further notice, Akamaru and Hinata right behind him.
Within a blink of the eye, they were gone. You sighed, kicking your feet in the dirt. A circular, zapping sound crackled off of Shino, his brows furrowed so closely they looked glued together.
"Does this happen a lot?" You ask.
"More than I care to admit," Shino replies between gritted teeth.
"Kind of rude," you hum, not at all shocked by it.
"Very," he growls.
"Well," you bit your lip and smiled, "now you have no choice but to listen to me talk. My garden is doing so much better now thanks to the cellar spiders."
"Is that so?" Shino looks at you, and doesn't take his eyes off you the whole trip away from the village.
-
The way he watched you made your skin putty on your bones. You were so light weight it felt like you were flying through the forest. By the time the mansion appeared through the tree line, the feeling had all but disappeared everywhere except the gnawing ache at the end of your spine. It was a great feat to maintain the appearance of 'cool' in front of the group.
Luckily, travel left everyone red in the face and hot blooded- even Mr. Cool and Calm himself, Shino.
The meeting with the rich man was nothing unusual. Demanding, snobby, a sense of urgency. And the shinobi crew he hired pretending to care. A dragon pendant had been stolen from a corpse, and now it was quite clear why you'd been called upon for the mission, albeit the hurt in that feeling mostly came from your own insecurities. Had you only been asked to come for legitimate, above board reasons? Well, it dashed your hopes regardless.
"Hmph," you grumbled, fishing a tube from your pocket. The cork flew off with a 'pop' and the spores dusted the defiled gravesite.
"What's up your ass?" Kiba snarls.
More like what wasn't. But you rolled your eyes and let the tiny yellow spores spread through the air.
"You know I got something to fix that sour face," Kiba keeps teasing.
"Kiba-" Shino growls when you pipe up yourself.
"Are you this nosey with everyone?" You bit back a curse as you said that.
"I don't have to be when most women like you are so happy to have the attention of a man-"
"Gross," you spit back.
That seems to shut him up. When you'd actually been expecting him to take that the wrong way and start an actual fight after being rejected. You side eye him as he starts cackling. Kiba leans into Shino's ear to whisper;
"(Y/N)'s cute when they're all mad like this."
Your toes curl but you make sure to scowl at them instead.
"If you think she's cute then ask her out. I'd love to see how that turns out," Shino replies in a low tone.
Now you just wanted to die. Your whole body set on fire right now so you could melt away and disappear from this conversation for the rest of ever.
"Kiba, not to be rude but... I wouldn't ask out someone with (Y/N)'s powers when she's obviously not interested." Hinata adds.
You crack a laugh at that and glare at the boys, an eye twitching. Thank god there was another woman on the crew.
"Can you two pretend to be professionals for once?" Shino snaps.
"I am professional! At more than missionary too," Kiba winks at you and you audibly gag.
Before you can respond further, Shino yanks your wrist and drags you behind him away from the graveyard.
"H-hey Shino, it's ok. I'm not mad-" you protest, unsuccessfully as the spores spread a trail behind where you're being dragged into the distant tree line.
His grip on your wrist is like a steel cuff and you have to jog to keep up with him as he dashes away.
When he comes to a screeching halt, you weren't ready for it and your heels drag in the dirt, losing the weight out from under you and fall into Shino. You fail to catch yourself and end up grabbing at his coat and ripping him down to the ground with you.
Tumbling down, you land on top of him with a thud. You blink, and by the time you come to you realize your legs and arms are tangled up with Shino's. His body is incredibly warm, hard muscle softened by the absurd amount of layers he wears.
"Sorry," you mumble and scramble to get off of him, but you're stopped by his hands firmly grasped at your waist. You stare down at him, a blush dusting your cheeks.
Bright yellow mushrooms sprouted in a circle around you, rapidly spreading outward until the outline of another circle appears nearby.
"Look out!" You gasp, ripping a shuriken from the bag on your thigh and shuck it at the ninja charging at you.
You're upright long enough to see the ninja dodge before he tackles you down, a kunai struck an inch away from your throat. You struggle beneath him, shoving your hand straight up to smack his mouth. He loses his grip enough for you to kick him off of you and create some distance.
You summon a rat the size of a large dog and it charges with you. Hands and claws outstretched to tear at his flesh. He can only fight one of you at a time, each of your attacks he blocks, the rat snaps at his feet and fingers.
The fight makes a mess of the mushrooms, and fresh spores began to fog up the air and stick to every part of the ninja. You could hear screaming behind you but didn't dare pull your attention away. The cloud of spores stuck to your enemy, to your clothes, to the rat. A flash of your chakra into the air and the spores rooted themselves only to the enemy ninja and he backed away from you scratching at his angry skin.
"What is this?!" He growls, dodging your kick and ripping away the tiny shroom heads growing on his neck and arms.
A shrill cry breaks the air and you both pause to see Shino holding the stem of a tan mushroom, pink fleshy strands and goo dripping from it's base. The ninja you were fighting audibly gags. You follow the trail of pink connected to the man's eye socket, all black and hollow.
"Stay away from me! I'm out of here!" He yells, sprinting off and disappearing in a flash.
"What are you doing? Go after him!" Shino shouts, knocking his opponent down, who is quickly transforming into a clumb of fungus.
"He won't get far," you walk up to them, brushing spores off of your jacket. "This one however..." you pull back your chakra and the shrooms stop growing on the ninja, and he groans.
"Get down!" Shino throws himself on top of you right as a flash of kunai rushes by, a cloud of his beetles deflecting them. His beetles swarm a third ninja. "Do that jutsu again. As strong as you can. Quickly."
The danger and urgency in his voice was about as on par with a mildly annoyed mockingbird. But you took that to mean he was ultra-mega-serious, and you flipped your hand back behind you, bright blue chakra blasting from your fingertips.
A moment of silence. Then a crunch, and then a monumental wet tear. Not even a scream accompanied the sound of a body tumbling into the dirt.
"Ha ha! Alright! Way to go guys!" The angelic sound of Hinata's voice rang out from behind you.
"I can't see. What happened?" You ask.
"You tell me. Things look like they got a little... heated," now Kiba's smug, ass-biting tone.
"Shino, can you just-" you make a mental note to never ask him to get off of you again.
He crawls off your back and on his knees, helping you up. If not for your current audience, you'd beckon him to stay there kneeling before you, just to stare at his beauty in the dappled forest light.
"You must have heard us fighting Kiba, where did you two go?" Shino barks once he's up on his feet.
"So bossy, jeez!" Kiba barks back, and so does Akamaru, literally.
"Once we noticed the enemy ninja, we were pounced on. We only just got back from the fight," Hinata says.
"Wasn't much of a fight. I think they were trying to test us. We're the wrong ones the fuck with!" Kiba points a thumb at himself.
"And where are they now?" Shino asks.
"Dead obviously!"
"Kiba..." Shino smacks his forehead. "We need information, not dead enemies."
Akamaru yips and darts into the woods.
"Hey, Akamaru wait! Dammit-" Kiba bolts after him.
"Don't go running off alone!" Shino runs after Kiba.
You and Hinata share a glance and follow after the boys.
"He smells something," Kiba snorts, "I do too. Come on!"
Kiba's fast, and Hinata is the only one who keeps up with him. You sigh, defeated as they disappear again. You skid to a stop and get slammed into the tree trunk you just landed on.
Shino's caged you between his arms and the tree, his breath heaving, brows knit together. He holds himself on top of you, steady and hard like this is the only place he'd want to be.
"Focus on the mission. But when it's done, I want your full focus on me." He reaches one finger up to your face and brushes it along your cheek.
You grab the collar of his jacket. Then your fingers dig into the material and you pull him forward, pushing your face forward.
His pale pink lips ghost over yours and he rips himself away and jumps down from the tree at the sound of a howling dog.
"Hey!!! I think we found what we're looking for! What a bunch of idiots." Kiba emerges once again, this time riding Akamaru and holding up a shiny green pendant with a dragon carved in it.
You crouch down, smirking at the back of Shino's skull.
There was nothing left to be discussed between you two. So Kiba did all the talking on the journey back to the mansion. The slow burning wrapped in your core got a little hotter as the crew stepped inside the manor grounds, and again as you crossed the grand threshold of its front room.
A swarm of beetles flew by carrying the lone survivor of the opposing shinobi. His body broken and drained from the mushrooms. You'd slowed the decay of the other 5 ninja, one found lying in the road just bones and lush mushrooms. They smelled so sweet of rot that you had to stop Akamaru from trying to eat them.
You watched Shino and Hinata go downstairs with the client and prisoner in tow. Kiba yawned, patting his leg and telling Akamaru to follow him to the guest house. Everyone was allotted a room, having expected a much longer stay than needed.
But you were happy for the easy break and headed to the bath house to wash off the blood and spores stuck to you. A beetle crawled out of your jacket and you laughed.
"Hey, you're a little busy right now to be a peeping Tom. Go on and get," you flick your wrist and the beetle dutifully flies out the window.
Once you'd finished bathing, you found the room assigned to you and changed into your sleep clothes. Heavy foot steps thudded outside your door, but you thought nothing of it and laid back on your bed roll with your hand tucked under your head, foot bouncing on one knee. You let your mind wander, a little too tired to bother with dinner, and ate the berries in your bag.
A fig had found its way into your pack. You bit into it, skin giving way to sweet flesh. Juice dripped from the corners of your mouth that you slovenly wiped on your shirt. You had a feeling he'd like seeing the purplish stain before tasting it on your lips.
A white beetle landed on the ceiling, fluttering its wings at you, red eyes shiny, scanning. You smiled and licked the last traces of fig from your fingers before getting up and sneaking out of your room.
-
The grass mats cushioned your footfall as you whisked across the hallway. The door hissed open and closed.
You creep across the mat and curl up next to Shino on his bedroll, his back turned towards the door. When you touch his back beneath his shirt and he hums.
Sliding down, your fingers hovered at the hem of his pants.
"I must warn you," his voice is smooth and firm, rolling down his body to where your hand is stilled. "If you go any further, there's no turning back."
"Way ahead of you," This only makes you press your chest flat against his back, reaching your hand beneath the waist band of his pants and sliding your hand along his hip and thigh. Bugs chatter around your touch, skittering beneath the skin of his back, offering room for you the explore. Right as your hand teases his pelvis, a fingertip whispering against the soft column of his cock, he shifts away.
"I think not," Shino snaps up your hand and rolls forward, pulling you beneath him and locking your legs in place.
Your breathing shakes, shallow and rapid as you feel your heart pounding faster than you're able to take a full breathe of air. Shino lowers himself down, the black of his eyes glittering with hardened resolve, his lips brushing over your ear just so.
"Last chance."
"When have I done anything to make you doubt me, Aburame?"
Somehow those words still him, and silence crawls along the moment. You start to worry you said the wrong thing. His hold feels stiff, the chirping of birds in the early morning sunrise and the whisper-hiss of the bugs in his body fill the silence between you. Until he snorts, a hint of a smile at the edge of his mouth.
"Can't be too cautious," he says before his face crashes into yours, a declaration claiming your lips and his body pressed dutifully against the soft flesh on your bones. When he shoves his tongue between your lips, he twirls love poems inside your mouth. You feel your sleep shirt tugged up all the way to your neck, cold air greeting your bared breasts and making you gasp. "Because once I take something," Shino scoots down a little and places a chaste kiss on your sternum, "I don't let go."
You cry out when his hot mouth engulfs your breast, greedily sucking a bite mark around it while squeezing the other. His free hand deftly unties your sweatpants and he bullies his hand between your locked legs. The size and length of his hand makes you feel small in his touch as he rubs the leaking lips at your center.
All you can muster is panting sighs, sweat gathering on your skin as his touch gets more and more intimate. He suckles your breasts until they're sore with swollen, bruising bite marks, left so sensitive now that even his breaths on your skin make you shiver.
He pulls his hand from your pants, his fingers dripping with your slick. Without a second thought he puts them in his mouth to taste you- and was that his beetles in the back of his throat tasting you too?
He catches the look in your eye and sits up, stone faced while somehow remaining soft and cool. "They like you."
"Haaa~ that's good, I think. Yeah?"
"It is. Because now I have nothing to regret."
His matter-of-fact response leaves you gobsmacked and limp limbed enough that you hold no resistance against him ripping your pants and panties off. He lays flat on his belly and holds your thighs on either side of his face before swiping long, greedy licks on your cunt.
"Shino! Shino! Ah Shino it's so much!" Words have returned to you but only in the form of his name.
"I warned you," he sucks your clit into his mouth, his saliva and your slick pouring down your ass and his arms to soak the mattress.
Pinpricks dot your pelvis, but you're so overwhelmed by Shino's attention you just throw your head back and moan with each sinful tingle twisting itself inside you.
His tongue dives past your swollen pussy lips and he drinks every drop he can get straight from the source. You grab a hold of his dark hair and ride his face with reckless abandon, chasing that rising tension that twists with each swipe of his nose on your clit and his tongue fucking you.
Pleasure erupts from your molten core, matched by a bellowing cry of Shino's name one last time. Everything that was tight and needy let go and set loose, your body in a tangle with his head in the middle of it. You lifted yourself up on your elbows and spot an itchy red spot just above the apex of your thighs.
Reaching down, it feels like a pattern marked in angry little red bumps. A circle surrounded by a half circle on each side, connected by 3 lines.
"Shino, what the fuck?" You grab his hair and force his head up to look at you. His eyes are glazed over with a crystal haze of pleasure, the bottom half of his face slathered in your slick. He blinks, the cool returning to his face and he sees the way your hand is rubbing the bite marks.
"I marked you. That's the Aburame clan symbol. Don't worry, it will heal," he responds as plainly as usual, but a drop of dominance darkened it, despite him telling you not to worry.
Your face turns red. Was it anger, passion, or embarrassment? You weren't sure. The heat of it rolled down from your face to your neck and heaving chest.
"W-why? I don't understand," tears prick at the corners of your eye. So many feelings at once were swelling inside you.
Shino wipes his mouth on his shirt and crawls up over you.
"When the time is right, I'll explain. But for now, I want you to know that you're my one and only. You've grown special to me and I want to keep things that way."
He caps it off with a kiss, determined, deep, and possessing your lips in a web of affection and vulnerability so unusual from him- you can't help but give in to the kiss. No man has offered himself to you like this. Claimed you and drank from you like his life depended on it.
-
"Let's eat dinner before Y/N leaves! We hardly got to spend time together," Hinata suggests as the crew leaves the mission briefing. The pendant was borrowed to be inspected in case it was a fake.
No one argues with the suggestion, your reasons were probably the most selfish, rooted in a desire of the flesh. Hinata leads your group into a busy restaurant, but the wait isn't long for well known shinobi of status like the 3 of your companions and the host sits you with utmost urgency. What it must have been like growing up in a well loved and prestigious clan, you try to wave the comparison away. But it's hard when the wait staff are so much more accommodating and patient than anything you've ever experienced personally.
You're so used to being double checked on your shinobi ID, sat in a shit corner and waiting an eternity for service, and having to ask for things more than once. But Shino is so composed, not even speaking very loud but heard clearly none the same. Hinata as well, and you're sure Kiba would act like a noble highlord too if he had it in him.
Sweat breaks in your palms, there's no way you deserve all this. You wanted that shitty corner seat, you wanted to be left alone. A large hand wraps around your knee and you follow its owner, and lean into him.
"You know, I never saw any trees sprouting fruits at the manor," Kiba starts, his chopsticks clattering on a greasy plate. "But the smell was so loud last night, I couldn't sleep."
"Y/N, are you a late night snacker? She did bring food from her garden on the trip," Hinata adds.
"Smelled like figs. Real ripe and sweet," the sharp canines of Kiba's teeth gleaned in the low light.
Oh, you wanted to die right there.
"I heard figs are grown in a special way, one that needs wasps," you wanted to wipe the smirk off Kiba's face.
Shino moved his arm to rest on the bench behind you.
"Shocked you can remember anything so specific, I've seen you take a lot of blows to the head," Shino teases back.
"Wasn't my head taking a blow last night," Kiba snickers low and leans back in his seat.
"Kiba!" Hinata's ears burn red.
You put your hands on your face to hide your own blush and grumbled, "if I kill you now, no one will find the body."
He bursts into laughter, "relax I'm happy for you two that's all!"
The waitress comes by and hands out 2 bills, you look to Hinata and she looks back at you.
"A gentleman's round! The ladies can get it next time," Kiba raises his glass to cheer.
Shino pulls away, putting his money on the table and sliding from the booth. He stands there, and you slip out of the bench, taking his hand as he presents it.
"Thank you, Shino," you tilt your head up and let him pull you from the restaurant as you wave goodbye to Kiba and Hinata.
"It's my pleasure, you're welcome," he responds once you're away from the noise of the crowd. "You had me in your home."
"So we're even," you add, pulling your hand away.
"I wouldn't say so," he replies.
"No?"
"My brother's memory lives on through your work. I have not come close to doing you the same honor. But I want to try," he turns and starts walking down the street, bidding you to follow.
"It's the sacred duty of my clan. You don't owe me anything," the last thing you wanted was to think he did all of this out of debt rather than the genuine interest you'd hoped it was. But doubt darkened your heart regardless, and it twisted your gut in sharp knots.
He doesn't reply, only taking you down the familiar path to the Yamanaka flower shop where he stops, nodding his head at the entrance.
"Shino, you don't have to do this-"
"Can you pick out some flowers your mother likes?"
"Ah...oh," you deflate, the doubt gnawing at the back of your mind and snickering in an assured victory.
Shino walks past you to the counter. You turn and find a bouquet of violets, only taking the care your mom would have expected from her own daughter to take.
"Shinoooo oh," Ino's fried, friendly voice shoots from over your shoulder.
You look away trying to hide the growing embarrassment on your face. The sound of paper sliding on the countertop accompanied by a cough.
"Ah! Right, here's your order," Ino replies. You turn and walk up to the counter with the violets, and the most odd little bouquet is set on the counter beside it.
"Thank you, Ino," Shino says.
"I wasn't sure adding Lily of The Valley was going to work, but you said it made you think of (Y/N) so I relented! And it looks great. Don't you think so?" Ino turns to you smiling.
"I-" Shino shuts himself up.
"Well?" Ino asks.
"Yes!" You cough, trying to sound more composed, "Yes, this is lovely. Are these for... me?"
All of half a second passes before Ino snorts through her nose to say, "duh. He ordered these a week ago. Though I was expecting you to take longer to come pick it up..."
You stared at Shino, not sure what you were waiting for other than something to make everything that felt like it was moving so fast come to a screeching halt. Something that made this all feel real.
You don't remember what happened between Shino picking up the bouquet from Ino's shop and him standing in front of your front door. It was like you'd levitated through a smokescreen hazed by the fight between your desire and every time life told you that you couldn't have it.
"I know dinner and flowers usually comes after formally asking you out, I just didn't see a reason to waste the opportunity when I had it," Shino's somber voice called out.
And you answered, reaching up on your tip toes to peck a kiss on Shino's cheek.
"That's OK. I'm happy all the same."
One arm wrapped around your waist and pinned you to his body as he planted a much harder, more severe kiss to your face. His lips curved around the planes where your jaw met your neck.
"You could wait a little bit and climb up to my bedroom window~" you tease, running your tongue along the shell of his ear, your breath chilling the trail of saliva and making your stoic lover shiver. "I'll rush inside and turn on the shower to cover the noise, no one would know you're here..."
You could feel the flower petals getting crushed as shino held you tighter. His breath fanned across your face between kisses laved across a line up your face, the faintest groan rumbling in his throat.
"I can't, not if I want to do this right," he breathed, reluctantly pulling away from you and fixing the disheveled bouquet.
Just as you wiped the spit from your cheeks and fixed your clothes, the front door opens and your mom peaks her head out.
"I thought I heard you! Oh, Mr. Aburame, welcome back! Are those flowers???" She asks.
"Yes ma'am, for the ladies of the house," his voice returned to its montone state and he handed over the bouquets to your mom, who happily accepted them.
"Come in, please! It's so nice to see you," the sparkle in your moms eye was so bright you thought it might blind you two.
"Thank you for the offer, but I must return home," Shino bows to your mom, and then turns and bows to you as well. "Have a good evening, and thank you for joining me on the mission."
"Of course, Shino," you bow in return and watch him walk down the street and turn away.
"It seems some of his little friends wanted to visit still. Well, come inside and I'll see if you like sugar water," your mom sighs and you follow her inside, wishing the mission had been longer and further away from home.
-
It turns out the kikaichu did not like the sugar water. You'd tried giving them little bursts of chakra energy periodically, but it was never enough and they crawled all over your hands seeking more, showing a kind of restraint usually saved for their host. You'd experimented like a little made scientist in an attempt to keep them alive. Putting them in a terrarium with your flesh eating beetles, where they'd circled around each other in curiousity but left each other alone. They didn't take to your garden either, nor the deceased, only preferring the company of the living and energy abundant.
You noticed increased insect activity though, decomposition happening cleaner and a little faster than usual. And bugs other than the kikaichu liking to buzz around you more.
-
A week after the mission, your mom comes home with her eyes gleaming and mentioning you and she have been invited to dinner at the Aburame home.
"What's with the smile, mom?"
"An Aburame is one thing. But the hier to such a prestigious clan! You did well dear." She pats your shoulder and you blush.
"I don't know what you mean. Our clans have always been friendly. This isn't any different from the other times we've visited their home." Such visits having been rare for your generation, much to your elders dismay as they muttered about the politics of Konoha.
"You're being coy. That young man means to propose."
The implication made your stomach flip and you had to grab the table to keep from fainting. So, that is what Shino was implying, you just refused to listen to the wedding bells haunting your imagination at night.
"Oh mom, I think you're just getting ahead of yourself!"
You put a hand over the mark. The bites had mostly faded but when you focused your chakra on it, dark blue lines would appear on your skin shaped in the symbol of the Aburame clan.
She eyes you, hands on her hips.
"It's not like that!" You sputter.
"Time will tell, dear," she cackles.
-
There was hardly a wait, or any time to mentally prepare for whatever this dinner invitation was meant to be. Your clan had to roll up their sleeves and work diligently to get ahead of the hours of work that would be lost. And, your clan elder's hinting at someone else having to replace your role in the mortuary soon.
It made you giddy with fear, and had a hard time discplining your chakra use. The kikaichu were known to go crazy even around the best of their hosts when around the bug equivelent of a grand feast. And standing before the gates of the Aburame clan's home, you worried they might react with repulsion and tell you they changed their mind and to leave.
Shibi Aburame greeted you at the entrance and welcomed you through the tree-lined gates of the compound, where several acres of forest stretched ahead, dotted with buildings and homes through out. A ruckus of children shouting could be heard beside a pond. When you see Shino playing with his little cousins, jogging away as they chase him with bug nets, it makes your ovaries scream.
Your mom nudges your side and winks, and you fight back a low whine.
"Shibi, you must be so proud of your son," she says with soft smile.
He stops to turn and face you and your mother directly, a mirror of the unreadable look on Shino's face. And a devilishly handsome blueprint too.
"I am. But his wisdom is what has impressed me the most recently," Shibi responds, appearing to hold your gaze through his glasses- and you lowered your chin and straightened your back.
Every clan member you passed gave you that same measured look, waiting to see past whatever mask they thought you were wearing. You felt oddly at ease. Your heart was pure, and you didn't feel a need to guard it here.
A woman takes the fruit and berries offered by your mother to be prepared and served at the dinner table. You're sat across from Shibi, the pride of Aburame, and Shino at his side.
You kept a level head, letting your mother talk with the other ladies and elders at the table. The noise of the place surprised you, having imagined the Aburame home as a temple of silence. The warmth between them like the heat left behind from a touch. Welcome, brief, and abundant.
Though it was getting hard to think about anyone else in the room but Shino.
He bites into a strawberry from your garden, red juice dripping down his chin and your desire screams louder. His sunglasses tip down enough for you to get a private glimpse of his eyes, a deep, loud longing shouting at you from across the table. It made your thighs quiver. You wanted to leap across the table and taste the sweetness on his lips and to lick him clean.
You were practically buzzing in your seat when he asks if you'd like to take a walk in the family garden. A hum vibrates around the group as you stand and follow Shino outside. That feeling of eyes on the back of your skull again.
He takes you on a tour of the plants the Aburame insects like most, and how the garden is designed to help them maintain the mini ecosystem. You were just happy to be alone with him again, and it might be your favorite place, no matter the location.
"I'm interested in what you think of us," Shino says, turning into a private nook where wicker walls covered in flowers blocked the view of the houses.
"I was so worried about what they would think of me, but I guess there was nothing to fear. Everyone seems so kind and good hearted, I see where you get it from," you reply with a shy smile.
"What about our home?" He asks, his hands settled in his pockets.
"It's beautiful. I wonder if the other high clans know the Aburame's live in a pleasure garden," you joke, eyeing Shino's missing hand and trying to laugh around your nerves. The numb feeling that's creeping up your spine.
Your response earns a short snort from Shino, and his posture eases.
"So, it sounds like you like it here, am I correct?"
Your ears turned red and your heart beat through your chest.
"Yeah," you reply, sweat gathers at your palms.
"You know, don't you?" Shino steps forward, pulling a little black velvet box from his pocket.
You nod, biting your lip as he kneels down.
"Well then, will you marry me?" He opens the box to reveal a ring with a thin black band and a pair of diamonds set in it.
"Yes!" You almost bite your tongue from shouting it so fast, holding your hand out to Shino as he slides the ring on your finger. You laced your fingers between his and laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"This is the first time we've held hands. It seems like we do everything out of order." You follow him down to the ground and kneel before him.
"As long as I get to do it with you, we can move in our own order," he leans forward to kiss you as deep and as passionately as the first time he did.
You wrap your arms around him, feeling the bulk of his layered clothing was like holding him while he's covered in blankets. In the nights that passed since the mission, you couldn't stop thinking about the warm silk of his skin. You longed for it, desperate for purchase and only finding it beneath his hood, sliding your hands up his neck and along his face.
"I want you so bad, Shino," you groan into his neck.
"Tonight," the feather light touch of a beetle crawls along your neck, "wait for me, and I'll come to you." He pulls your face to his for one more kiss, savoring your taste. And it did nothing to calm the carnal beast in your belly.
-
The moon sat cradled in the night sky by the time you were able to get away from your family's celebrations. Aburame this, Aburame hier that. You'll be well off and best of luck making lots of babies. That last part turning your face beet red and sending you charging up the stairs to your bedroom.
The door was locked and you changed into something more comfortable. Not bothering with underwear, and caring only to tie a kimono wrap loosely around your waist over the little slip dress you hoped Shino would like. You pull the clip holding up your hair and your little beetle-friend flies out. Looking at her watching you brush out your hair in the mirror, you smile sweetly. You grab a container of face powder and open the lid, tapping a small pile on your desk.
"For the pretty lady," you guide her to the pile and watch her roll around in the face powder curiously, spreading her wings and tucking translucent grains in the cracks of her carapace.
You pass the time with a book, one of the spicy romances that all the girls giggle about, whispering about them in the bath house and over tea.
Ironically, it's the only thing to distract you from how nervous you're getting. The thought of being so exposed, limbs and lips tangled in one another for the most intimate joining. The way he used his tongue so expertly before- the memory sent quakes tumbling between your legs. Was he experienced? You couldn't possibly be the first person to notice his dark mystique. The way he always looks deep in thought, unbothered by the present world, content with himself, especially in nature. It made your blood hot, wanting to know what he would have done had you made him lose control the night of the mission.
So lost in your thoughts, you'd glossed over the raunchy sex scene in the book, and the two main characters were laying beside each other now, covered in the afterglow of lovemaking. You flipped the pages back to start over when a low, rolling voice shook from the corner of the room.
"Leaving the window unlocked? Really?"
You slam the book shut and turn to see Shino sitting in your window, arms crossed and face schooled. There was no fanfare in his dress, he looked like he would if he was leaving for an early morning mission.
"A man could have climbed in here with bad ideas," he sits so still that you weren't entirely sure if he was teasing or reprimanding you.
"I was counting on it. You're just the one who got here first," with that you stood up and strode over to Shino.
His mouth tightens and he stands up to tower over you. The kimono slips down your shoulders as you crane your neck to stare up at him, reaching up one of your hands to rest on his still-crossed arms. It was something akin to a feather breaking stone, because he couldn't hide the way he relaxed with your touch.
"Though I would have been very disappointed if it wasn't you, Shino. I've waited so long for you."
His arms drop and he wraps them loosely at your waist, pulling you into his body, his pelvis driving into your belly. He takes his sunglasses off, revealing those dark brown eyes that bore into you, his pupils blown out and burning.
"I don't take death lightly- but I won't hesitate to kill anyone who gets in the way of us," his tone is serious, the words falling heavy from his tongue.
"And I'll take care of the body," you wink, giggling softly and pulling down on his collar. Beckoning Shino to kiss you already.
He hums softly when your lips meet, lowering his hands along the curve of your hips. The slip rides up when you wrap your arms around his neck. Cold air grazes your rump, then warm hands. He exhales through his nose, taking a firm grasp of each cheek and pulling you up against him and you rise on your tip toes to meet him there, braced against the weight of his body.
Refusing to let go of you, he drags lips and teeth along your shoulder, laying open mouth kisses along the dress strap. It falls away, caught between your breast and his chest.
"Do you trust me?" A soft plea from your lover, and you're ready for him to stop holding back.
"Yes," in more ways than one.
"Then let's take these off," he sets you down and walks you back past the window, surrounding you in the world of his body. He prys away the kimono's tie, opening it up to let it fall to your feet. His breath falters, but only for a second before he runs his fingertips along the straps of your dress. He pushes the slip down your body, letting it fall in a puddle at your feet.
It crosses your mind that under any other circumstance, you'd have covered yourself right then and there. Maybe Shino would like some display of false modesty. But you couldn't care less, and instead embraced the thrill of standing before him completely bare and on display- while not one scrap of clothing was so much as disheveled on Shino. His drawn out and ragged breathing was the only confirmation you needed.
Gently, you reached up to his face, and he lowered his head for you to run fingertips along his cheeks and lips. He gets to see you, now you wanted to see him.
When you pull your hands away, you're met with his blacked out pupils. The open desire as he drinks in your skin.
"What are you going to do to me, my love?"
That breaks whatever trance he's in.
"Love?" He replies, gobsmacked.
"Mhm," you nod, noting the smile he must not know he's making right now. Or doesn't care to hide himself, much like you.
He takes the seat at your table and kicks off his sandals. He pats his lap, signaling for you to sit. When you go to sit on your behind, he grabs your hips to hold you still as he slides his leg between yours, pulling you up on his thigh. Your center is crushed down flush and through his pants you can feel the hard-earned curve of muscle on his shinobi body.
"Why don't you show me what you like, sweetheart?" He presses wet kisses along your jaw. The warmth of him washing over you, each kiss throwing fuel on a growing fire in your aching core.
"I-I've never-" you stutter when he presses you down on his thigh and starts to rock your hips back and forth. The hint of pressure on your clit just enough for you get wet and soak his pant leg. The smell of your arousal starts filling the air between your little mewls. "N-never done this- ah!"
One hand claps against your ass, the sound bouncing off your skin with a hint of a sting. You grab his jacket and use it to anchor yourself as you grind into his thigh harder.
"Ah- can you do that again? Please?" Any sense of shame gone out the window.
Shino's gloves are tossed on the table. You earn another smack in the same spot, this time stinging a little more and a little thrill shoots to your core. A couple more smacks of palm to ass and you moan under your breath. You grind against him harder and at a wilder pace, a frenzy of pleasure fogging up your mind.
Before you can lose yourself to riding his leg, he grabs your hips and forces you to slow down.
"Lay down on the bed for me," though he takes his time letting you go.
You slide off his leg, seeing the slippery white mess you made of his pants and blush. Then your eyes travel to the hint of a bulge between his legs.
"You're so beautiful, and being so good to me," he gently pushes you to the bed where you sit and lay back, staring him down as he puts his hands on your knees and spreads your legs open, the last part of you on full display for him.
"I'm yours," you blurt out, feeling his grip slip. "I'm all for you, Shino. My love."
He pauses, then bites his lip as something deeply predatory and hungry flickers in his eyes. "Yeah? Is that right?" He responds in a husky voice.
He takes your hand and places it on your sopping wet pussy, rocking it back and forth until you take over and touch yourself for him. His tongue runs along his bottom lip and he stands back a bit.
As you slide your fingers along your swollen, puffy lips, he pulls the zipper down on his jacket. Wanting more, you slip one finger inside you, and pump it in and out, your mouth falling open in a slient moan. Shino pulls off his headband and slides his coat and jacket off, revealing a muscle shirt beneath- or what was really a piece of fabric clinging to the fine sculpture of his chest and abs.
You wanted to touch him so badly. And you hurry him along by slipping a second and third finger inside you, moaning softly, staring him down with your heated gaze. He growls in response and rips the shirt away, letting it join the other articles of clothing scattered on the floor.
He swipes at your wrist and snatches your hand away, putting those soaked fingers in his mouth, groaning at the taste of your pleasure. A whine half escapes your lips when he replaces your fingers with his own long, thick digits- returning to the work of building up the whirlwind of pleasure in your belly.
Your fingers fall from his mouth with a pop and he lurches forward to claim your lips. Your slick tasted tangy and sweet- needy. He moaned against your mouth as he ran his hands up and down your body. A subdued buzzing sound wavered in his chest.
"You're too good to be true," he says against your lips, and you hear a zipper pulled down. "Gonna take my cock?" He pushes his pants and briefs down, letting the monster between his legs spring forward and smack against your groin.
"Yes! Please Shino!" You almost shout into his neck, making him smirk.
"Gotta stay quiet for me, OK? I want to give it to you," he strokes the heavy head up and down your entrance, coating himself in your slick.
You wrap your arms around him again, hardly able to believe this is finally happening. And you never want to let go.
"Wanna give it all to you- mmph!" He puts one hand on your waist and the other beside your head as he slides in.
The head of his cock burns along your walls, a delicious little stretch around the beginning of his length. You both emit open mouthed sighs of relief as he pumps himself inside you, the walls of your pussy slowly opening up to him. He presses his face in your hair panting.
"Gonna give it all to you," he pulls out so far, it feels like he goes on forever- when one hard thrust bumps his cock straight into your cervix and you see stars. And yet you still don't feel his hips meeting yours yet. Oh lord, you were in for it, weren't you?
"All of it-" He bullies his way inside and it feels so good you have to bite his shoulder to keep from screaming. "For you. For you," his weight bears down on you more and more, that delicious stretch morphed into pure pleasure.
"Because I love you," he groans as you feel the full length of him fill you up, his hips grinding down onto yours.
The band snaps and waves of white hot pleasure explode in your mind's eye as your walls clench Shino's cock. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and he mutters a quick 'sorry' as he wraps a hand over your mouth to cover your delighted squeel. He tucks his face closer to your ear as he whispers;
"Good girl, cumming on my cock like that. That's what I like- making you feel good," he grinds into you more, pulling out slowly and then slamming back in.
The mark on your belly flashed with a chilling burn that threatened to make you cum again. You wrapped your legs around Shino's waist and tried to meet his thrusts, squeezing him with your thighs. You wriggled your face from under his hand and made him look at you.
"Shino!" You hiss. "The mark! What's- haaa- happening? It's... oh fuck."
There's nothing you can do to stop the second wave of an orgasm. Shino starts slamming into you at an insane pace. This time it builds from the bottom of your spine and floods your lower body all at once. You sob into his neck, and he puts a hand on your cheek, kissing you tenderly and silencing his own moaning into it.
"It's the beetles-" He whispers desperately trying to answer you over his own pleasure.
"Don'ttalkaboutthebeetlesrightnow," you hiss between gritted teeth, your pussy so over sensitive you're practically bouncing beneath Shino's thrusts to get away from them.
"It's them, the female pheromones- unnnph," he slows down, putting both hands on either side of your head. "The phero- haa- mones," he grits his teeth and pulls all the way out. "Oh, I should have explained it sooner- ha fuck."
You try to unwrap your legs from his hips but he claps his hands down on your thighs as he sits up and pulls you into his lap, kissing you and making a bigger mess between your bodies. He falls on his back and pulls you down on top of him, you take the hint and realign him to your entrance and slide down slowly. But he grabs your hips and slams you down, taking his whole cock. You would have cried out if not for the shooting stars in your vision that blurred in your tears. The mark buzzs from inside you, slowly growing warmer and climbing up to your breasts.
"What is this?!" You mouth desperately.
"Your body. And my body. We're a pair. And you're my hive queen-" He fucks up into you slowly, clearly losing himself too.
A lump forms in your throat like a stream of sweet, cold cream poured itself down your throat to meet the heat in your chest. It tastes... good? Like Shino was fucking your throat from inside your skull while fucking your from below. You were on the peak of a mountain, and somehow plunged deep inside of a volcano, and levitating off the bed.
You looked down on Shino, his pale skin shining beneath a sheen of opalescent sweat. You thought you'd been screaming, but he kept a hand over your mouth. A mixture of bliss, guilt, and adoration painted the look on his face. Blinking back tears you shake your head from his grasp and lay a long, sweet kiss on his lips.
With a few remaining ragged strokes, he sheathes himself inside you, whining into the kiss. "I'll go longer next time, I promise," he says as you feel him pump you full of his seed.
When he pulls out, the mark on your pelvis finally cools down and goes away.
"Is that mark-thing going to happen every time?" You ask, falling to Shino's side, covered in sweat and spit and with cum slipping between your legs.
"It doesn't have to. I have to activate it," Shino rolls on his side to face you, and kissed your cheek. "I wasn't aware that it's effects were so... strong."
Something about that made your chest feel fuzzy and warm.
"So, besides making me come super hard, what's this 'hive queen' thing really about?"
"The Aburame tradition is to enter a sacred pact with the kikaichu upon birth. This," Shino trails his hand down to your lower belly, something that felt possessive and tender, "tells them you are a host's queen. My Queen. Our children are more likely to be accepted as hosts when they're birthed by a hive queen."
The words 'our' 'children' make your ears burn and your toes curl. Shino waits patiently for your response as your mind spins around that information. You sit up on your elbows, looking down on him with a mischievous grin.
"Sooo... you want babies?"
He looks at you like it's obvious. Ah, that classic attitude.
"Won't you at least ask me?" You respond with a pout.
He puts a hand on your cheek, running his thumb along you chin.
"I did ask you to marry me, and you said yes. So I assumed you would have known-"
"But I want you to ask," the whiney tone wasn't intentional, but you were kind of fucked-out of higher level thought right now.
He smiles, amused, like it's a game and you're the only person in the world he's eager to please.
"My love," he pulls you in and lays your forehead on his. "It would mean the world to me if you would have my children."
Oh, he was good.
"Yeah? You wanna put a baby in me?"
His hand rested around your throat. Too bad this little game of dancing on his nerves was so much fun, or you'd take the hint.
"Have I done anything to make you doubt my intention?" His voice rumbles low and you feel like you're swallowing stones. You lean into his hand, a cat like smirk on your face.
"Maybe I forgot what your intention was-" you don't get to finish your sentence as you're slammed on your back, your legs thrown up into the air as Shino tucks them into his elbows and folds you in half when he leans forward.
"If you're going to make me repeat myself then I'll make sure you can't walk in the morning," he growls into your ear, squeezing the meat of your thighs hard enough to bruise.
"Didn't you say something about next time? What was it again?"
"Fuck, you're a bad listener..." he groans while plunging his cock inside of you. His lips sealed to yours, swallowing your moan as you're left with nothing to do with your legs pinned over his shoulders.
You didn't care at all, and Shino made good on his promise.
No one seemed to notice when he slipped out your window before the crack of dawn. But the way you stumbled down the steps and avoided sitting down- ultimately being forced into a chair where you winced and sucked in a breath, did your family instantly know your shame. Some of your cousins laughed it off, and even your mom fought back a knowing smirk, but visits from Shino were banned until the wedding.
Nevermind how soon after which the happy news of a new Aburame hier was announced.