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Anko hummed, pulling the strap tighter across her hip. She tilted her head, examining the way the leather bit into the soft flesh there. It would leave a mark. She turned, watching the strap curve, arcing under her ass, digging in ever so slightly all the way. She smiled. It looked good. She turned back, smoothing her hands over the front of the piece. The tips of her fingers dipped into the O ring, then fell back against the soft leather. It had been a long time.
She shook herself slightly and pulled on her skirt. The thick fabric hid most of the trappings beneath, only alluding to the truth in places that her coat would cover. She smiled. A secret only she knew. She finished getting dressed and grabbed her bag, stepping out and dipping her fingers into her pocket and pulling free the note that hid there. A slip of paper, creases deeply pressed where it had been folded. She had found it, on a rainy day, sheltered from the rain on the sill of her window.
Maybe she was mad, she thought, running her thumb along the letters there, listing the date, time, and coordinates where she was headed. Maybe she was a fool. But she thought she knew who had left this for her. She thought she knew, and she was desperate enough to try. Or maybe it was confidence that sent her through the trees, pelting forward toward the town that was her goal.
When she arrived, time was getting close, and she walked quickly to the exact point, looking for any sign of purple hair, of tight trousers and sleeveless shirts. An odd type of nervousness seized her. It wasn’t often that she felt… unsure. But she stood, examining the crowd, walking slowly down an unfamiliar street and she felt… she felt anxious.
She was pulled sideways, pinned quickly to the wall, the knife she had drawn upon seizure falling to the ground with a tinny clink.
“Is that a Kunai, or are you just happy to see me?”
“Konan.” Anko breathed, looking up into the other woman’s eyes.
“Oh, not much of a greeting. Don’t tell me you aren’t glad to see me.” Konan said, smiling and letting her eyes drop to Anko’s mouth. Anko snarled.
“You left me high and dry and you expect me to drop everything and just come running because you asked-”
“And you dropped everything, and you came running, and it was just because I asked.” Konan purred, stepping closer, pulling Anko’s wrists higher, pressing their bodies together. “Or are you going to tell me you came all the way to this stupid town at exactly ten at night to go grocery shopping?”
“Maybe I came here with a team to arrest you. You’re in the Akatsuki. You’re a wanted woman.”
“You’re right. I’m certainly wanted. But you didn’t bring a team.”
Anko bit the inside of her cheek, searching for something new to throw at Konan, but she didn’t have the chance. She was being kissed hard before she could form a single thought, one hand hard around the back of her neck, the other at her waist, Konan’s lips greedy and demanding against her own, deepening the kiss, pressing her tongue into her mouth, hungry and forceful in the way that only people who have waited too long for something they needed can manage. Like breath to the drowning. Like cool water to the burned. Only this hunger, this need of Konan’s didn’t seem to be relieved. She grew more fevered, biting eagerly at Anko’s bottom lip, her hands roaming over her body as Anko grasped her hips as though that could anchor them. She gasped, and Konan leaned back.
“Gods, I’ve been thinking about you since… how long has it even been?”
“Thinking about me enough to find out where I live, sneak into Konoha, leave me your position, and hope I show up alone.” Anko said, running her thumbs over Konan’s hip bones.
Konan gave her a small, cheeky smile. “You say that like it was hard.”
“Cocky. What do you want?”
“Thought that was pretty obvious-“ she replied, making to slide her hand under Anko’s skirt. Anko caught her, shifting her weight and quickly reversing their positions, pinning Konan to the wall and looking her in the eye.
“Big assumptions.”
“What? You’re telling me you’re here for the scenery?”
“I’m telling you this isn’t rolling like last time. Now. Let’s find a half decent hotel.”
Konan smirked, her eyes sharp and curious, but she played along, following Anko from the alleyway and down the street. “And you said it wouldn’t be like last time.” She purred in her ear, sending a shiver down Anko’s spine. “I like your real clothes. Kinda sexy. Shame your coat hides that great ass of yours, but I’ll see it soon enough. I kinda like it actually, knowing what’s beneath all that, that you have a body that could stop traffic but I’m the only one who gets to see it.”
“Do you always run your mouth?”
“Never, actually.” Konan admitted. “But I like the look you get when you’re irritated but too hot to do anything about it.”
“Hm.” Anko said, scowling. Konan pulled her by the arm into a motel, and she paid quickly for the room. Anko tapped her foot impatiently, and followed the other Kunoichi closely to the room. The moment she was over the threshold, she was slammed against the door. Lips pressed hard to her neck, sucking a bruise into her skin as Konan yanked her coat down, tossing her bag aside with a flick, untucking her mesh guard and sliding her hands beneath the warm wire.
“Gods, I want you so bad.”
Anko felt dizzy. She hadn’t been able to get Konan off her mind either- she’d pinned her page of the bingo book to the wall of her room, she had replayed their night a thousand times, but… Konan’s reaction was shocking her.
“Off.” Konan breathed, yanking at the armour. Anko pulled it over her head and cast it aside as Konan began undoing her skirt. Anko’s heart was pounding, threatening to break her ribs from within. Her skirt slid down, falling to the floor. Konan paused.
“Is that…”
“I told you. Now.” Anko sidestepped her, scooping up her bag and walking backward into the room. “It’s your turn. Strip.”
Konan trod forward, lips curling. “Anko-“
“I said strip. ” Anko snapped, stopping dead. Konan cocked an eyebrow.
“If that’ll make you happy…” She conceded, slowly beginning to unbutton her shirt, revealing the black lace bra that sat along her pale skin. Anko unzipped the bag, dipping her hand into it and pulling out a dildo, her other hand casting the bag aside and flicking the top two studs holding the ring on. She slid the dildo through the ring as Konan undid her fly, stepping out of her trousers and then beginning to slide her panties down her hips, teasingly, letting. The fabric bunch just so that she was hidden. Anko bit the inside of her lip.
“So what’s your plan?” Konan asked teasingly, her lips curled into a smirk, her eyes sharper than ever. Anko stares back.
“Get on your knees.”
Konan blinked, tilting her head curiously. Anko snapped the fastenings back into place and stepped forward, letting the dildo stand in the air between them. She licked her bottom lip, tucking Konan’s hair behind her ear and then making a fist at the back of her head. Konan grinned as Anko pulled her head back, looking down at her and trying to memorise that look, taking a mental picture to come back to.
“Suck it.” Anko breathed. She had expected pushback. She had expected ‘Why?’ she had expected wrestling and hair pulling and the serious possibility of failure.
What she had not expected, however, was parted lips and a slow, intentional slide as Konan took the strap into her mouth, her amber eyes burning into Anko’s, her hands reaching up, sliding along her thighs, gripping them just below where the straps bit in, squeezing them so hard Anko knew she would bruise- purple fingerprints pressed into her upper thighs to remind her of exactly how Konan looked sliding that plastic cock down her throat. Anko canted her hips forward, and Konan’s eyes fluttered shut, she rocked backward, her lips sliding over the silicone easily, leaving it shining before she pulled Akno’s thighs forward, pushing it back into her mouth greedily.
Anko rocked back, gripping Konan’s hair harder, snapping her hips forward and watching Konan’s eyes begin to water. Konan let out a muffled moan around it, and something in Anko’s mind gave way. She fucked into Konan’s mouth, sliding the dildo in as deep as it would go, watching Konan’s makeup begin to run, her lipstick smudging, still looking up at Anko with that furious kind of heat. Anko pulled out, dropping to her knees and smashing their lips together, feeling the swollen, bruised lips against hers, grabbing her breast with a greedy pressure, pulling the strap down and away from her shoulder and freeing it so that she could pinch her nipple. Konan leaned back, gasping, looking wrecked as she panted for breath.
“Are you gonna stick it in or were you all talk?”
“Get on the bed.” Anko growled. They both scrambled up, Konan reaching up and pulling Anko’s bra off, pressing a kiss to her chest before Anko pushed her down into the mattress. Anko ripped Konan’s panties off, throwing them aside and drawing her fingers along her slit. “Well…” Anko said, smirking at how wet Konan was. “Someone’s greedy for it, huh?”
Konan grit her teeth. “Keep talking.”
“Only cause you like it so much.” Anko said, dipping her face down and licking up the length of her, rolling her tongue around her clit slowly, flicking across it lightly and sliding her fingers inside of her, curling them upward, feeling for her G-spot with a lazy, subdued motion. Konan hissed, her back arching slightly as her hands grasped Anko’s hair.
“Gods- hurry up!” Konan moaned as Anko teased pressure without giving it. She lifted her face, resting her chin on her mons and smirking again.
“Impatient, are you? Don’t you want this to last?”
“Round two can last-” Konan growled, seizing Anko’s hair and yanking her upward. Anko came, clambering over her and dragging the strapon over Konan’s entrance.
“Presumptions.” Anko breathed, rocking her hips and sliding into Konan. Konan gasped, her eyes fluttering as her back arched. Anko sighed at the sight before ducking her head, biting into Konan’s shoulder as she started the rhythm, rocking slowly, sliding in, rolling her hips against Konan’s until she let out a little moan, gripping her shoulder, pulling her hair.
Anko leaned forward, picking up the pace slightly. “I’ve been thinking about you too, you know…” She whispered, snapping her hips forward and making Konan gasp. “When you left that damn flower on my window I knew it was you. Maybe I’m an idiot for trusting you enough to show up, but I was desperate- I was mad enough to take the risk.” She reached down, rolling a fingertip over Konan’s clit. “I couldn’t stop thinking about the way you sounded, how your voice lifted when you moaned.” She kissed Konan’s jaw as she arched, making a strangled sound. Anko sped her finger up, grinding deep into Konan. “I couldn’t get this pussy off my mind.”
“A-Anko-” It was a cry, the kind that rocked you down in your bones. Konan jerked, her legs shooting up, locking Anko inside of her, one hand shot overhead, gripping the sheets, the other burned long stripes across Anko’s back. She didn’t stop. She kept grinding, making Konan ride out her orgasm as long as it could last, her voice changing into a strangled kind of sob, her chest heaving as Anko bent her head down to suck a hickey below her collarbone.
Eventually, they both fell still, and Anko pulled out, rolling over and catching her breath, looking at Konan. Her makeup was wrecked, her face a burning pink, her lips were swollen and her skin was bruised. It was the most beautiful thing Anko had ever seen.
After a moment, she pulled the clasps, shoving the strap away from her, and then dropping her hand to her own slit, sliding her fingers down…
“I don’t think so.” Konan growled, catching Anko’s wrist and pulling it up, dragging it away from her. “And you called me greedy. You’re an impatient little slut, you know that?”
“So?” Anko said, smirking. “Thought you were too fucked out to even notice.” She sneered. Konan lowered herself down over Anko and kneeled between her legs, burying her face there and drawing her tongue up slowly, sliding it inside on the downstroke. Anko’s breath hitched as Konan pressed her fingers inside of her, curling them upward, rolling her tongue over her clit, playing her out almost cruelly as she shook, her breathing wasn’t enough, her head was spinning. Konan flicked her tongue, driving another finger into her-
Anko came, her muscles tensing and her mind stuttering to a halt as every inch of her body seemed to course with electricity. When she came down, Konan climbed up into bed beside her, laying under her arm in an oddly comfortable, familiar way. Anko paused, then scooped the other woman closer into her side.
“Good?”
Konan nodded wordlessly. Her lips curled for just a moment. “I like fucking you better when I’m not trying to interrogate you.”
“Well, that was your own damn fault, wasn’t it.”
“My throat’s gonna be sore for days.” She said cheekily, leaning her head on Anko’s collarbone. “But I suppose you owed me one.”
“You say that like you weren’t enjoying every second of it.” She sneered back, kissing her forehead.
Konan snorted. “We’re insane for this, aren’t we?” She asked after another beat of silence. Anko hesitated. The obvious answer was ‘yes’.
But if there was one thing she’d learned as an exam proctor, it was that the obvious answer was hardly ever the correct one. “Do you feel insane?” Anko asked, turning a little to see at Konan better. “I don’t. It’s maybe not the safest decision. It’s definitely not a wise one. But I don’t feel insane. I feel like we’re looking at something that will probably end badly and weighing our chances.”
Konan bit her lips, examining Anko’s face. She took a deep breath and then shook her head. “And how are those chances weighing out on your end?”
Anko paused, lifting a finger to her chin and humming exaggeratedly. “I’m not sure…” She mused. She looked back at Konan with a grin. “You said something about a round two?”
Konan laughed. Anko liked the way it sounded.