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[xoxoendoh]

Let’s Go Party! 💋

M-rated (but not quite explicit) excerpt from a super smutty, slightly cracky fic I’d been working on before we’d even started planning @genmaweek! But then, ya know, my autoimmune system effed me all up! 😅 So here’s a little (unedited) GenIno ‘oral fixation’ tease....

PS: mods @raizagabriel and @mrssakurahatake are 💯 partially to blame for this. 

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She didn’t have to raise her eyes from the mirror and her painstaking contouring. She could almost hear his moping at the sight of the outfit she’d assembled for him.

“Genma, sex sells,” she snapped at his pouty reflection behind her. Sighing and closing her freshly-painted eyelids, she lowered her bronzer with a loud clack on the vanity. Blush would be next. “We agreed we’d do whatever it took to win. And we are going to win this time.” She pivoted slightly on her stool, staring him down over her shoulder. “…Aren’t we?”

He’d never admit it—not to a single soul—but he felt a chill run down his neck at her tone, the ice in her crystal eyes. Dammit. He bit down on his senbon. It’s like a fucking dojutsu!

She was right, of course. He’d known what he was signing up for over two weeks ago. …And he definitely owed her this one.

He wasn’t entirely sure how it had happened, but somehow Halloween had turned into a sort of grudge-match between the ninja elites, only growing more competitive with the years.

And his girl liked winning...and winners. Which was why his rather…lackluster…presentation at last year’s annual party still burned Ino. However, a chance at redemption had come early this year in the form of a costumed benefit ‘gala,’ complete with a singles and couples contest, of course.

He almost laughed aloud.

‘Gala’ was definitely too strong of a word, he decided, throwing another glance at his…costume…where it hung, trying not to cringe. Whatever it was, they had a little extra incentive to win at the event: the occasion had been Sakura’s proposal to raise funds to expand the hospital—which meant that Sakura was taking this challenge deathly seriously, …which meant that Ino was nearly salivating at the chance to publicly destroy her best friend.

Plus, he had a little public domination of his own to deliver. Genma had nothing against Sakura, but she hadn’t won alone last Halloween—Kakashi had looked so damn smug up on that stage! Not many people knew it, but the Copy Bastard had a bit of a penchant for dressing up…and photography­.

No way in hell would he let his best friend and his girl win twice in a row! His fists clenched at his side.

Fuck me, I’m spending too much time with Kakashi and Gai…. He shrugged it off. Winning was just more fun. And winning with his girl… Well… “Yeah, babe.” Genma smirked around his spike, stooping low to wrap an arm around her waist, to smell the floral shampoo on those platinum locks, and whispered on her ear, “We’re going to wipe the floor with ‘em this time.” He waited for her glower to melt away and her blue, blue eyes to land on his in the mirror, then bent closer. “Sakura won’t stand a chance. Not against my blonde bombshell.” She giggled as he swept away her bouncy waves, still faintly warm from the curling iron. It was such a pretty sound, he almost didn’t want to interrupt it. Almost. The laughter froze in her throat as he dragged his lips down her neck, letting the cool metal in his mouth roll over her hot, bronzed skin….  

Ino let out a shaky breath under his touch, a natural flush flooding her face, suddenly unable to stay focused on her pristine reflection. He deliberately closed his teeth around the taut, bright-white bikini string at her clavicle, watching her eyes widen, feeling her gasp beneath his lips before he heard it. He gave the strap a little tug, letting his senbon only just graze her chin, …before he released it with a satisfying snap!

She yelped and squirmed against his arm, but her writhing subsided a moment later: she finally caught a glimpse of his expression.

Genma’s smirk had returned as he rested his chin on her bare shoulder, leisurely swizeling his favorite piece of metal. His fingers toyed with the taut, magenta spaghetti strap of her v-neck dress as he gazed at her flustered face; waiting knowingly, patiently for her reaction to his dexterous goading. It had been no easy feat, after all—managing two separate items between his teeth—but he never could resist a chance to remind his girl just how talented he was with his mouth….

And she never could resist a demonstration: Ino sucked in a breath through her very pink lips.

Fuck bragging rights. He’d rather have Inoany day.

Sucking his needle to the far corner of his mouth, he pressed a kiss to the little pink welt he’d left on her. “Hmmm…” The mark wasn’t quite pink enough to go with the rest of her carefully curated theme. He could fix that. With a quick, sucking bite and a drag of his canines, …before quirking an eyebrow at their reflection, radiating self-satisfied suggestion as Ino let out the quietest moan she could manage. His senbon wasn’t the only thing that jumped at that noise….

But with the rosy tint to her un-blushed cheeks and the way she huffily unwrapped his arm from her stomach, …he decided she was sufficiently reminded she wasn’t the only one who could call up goosebumps like some kind of jutsu. Besides, he knew she’d murder him in his sleep if he made them lose by showing up late….

His Yamanaka could read his mind with just a look: “I will kill you if I have to start over on my makeup!!” Still flushed, Ino’s eyes returned to her reflection, blonde ponytail swishing dramatically with the motion.

“Alright, alright.” His cocky grin widened as he stood, bobbing his senbon dangerously. “You’ll knock ‘em dead, …doll.”

Recovering herself, Ino nodded. “Damn straight! Forehead won’t stand a chance tonight!” She snapped open the lid to her bronzer once more, now wearing a rather evil smile as she grabbed her biggest, fluffiest kabuki brush. She swirled the brush on the golden-tan pigment and unhurriedly pulled down the front of her dress, wholly exposing her sequined bikini top and cleavage. She didn’t have to look up: she knew he was watching her every move as she carefully ruffled the brush in the between her breasts, starting from her sternum up. The corner of her pink lips pulled up as she reached for her favorite pearly powder and lightly dusted it over her décolletage; slowly, carefully highlighting the bare crescents of her breasts. “Now go get dressed!” She tapped the brush twice on each collar bone before retiring it.

Just as he was about to utter a sarcastic, ‘Yes, ma’am!’ and head to clothes she’d laid out for him, her hand snapped up. Before he could blink, she had his senbon plucked up between the fuchsia nails of her middle and forefinger, brandishing it with her command, “Just for tonight, you’re going to have to part with this,”—she twirled it around, the vanity lights catching on her manicure—“…Ken.”

He gaped at his girlfriend, then at his costume, then back at his girlfriend. Was this the price of victory? Was beating Kakashi and Sakura really worth the sacrifices? He’d accepted that his dignity was gone, but what…what the hell was he supposed to do with his mouth?!

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🚨⚠️ Spoiler Alert ⚠️🚨

(They’re Malibu Barbie and Ken...and yes, the title is indeed borrowed from “Barbie Girl”!)

Hope ya’ll enjoyed! I eventually plan on finishing this fic, I promise!! It’ll be a two- to three-chapter little ficlet with GenIno, KakaSaku, ...and even some GenInoKakaSaku. I mean, there are only so many "private” locales to choose from inside a crowded, rowdy bar, right? ...And sharing is caring. 😏