Kenji reached past her and picked up the pink device. "Setting one," he said, turning the small dial at the base. A soft, steady hum vibrated against the wood of the table. "Warm, gentle, and good for relaxing."
Shizune watched it vibrate in his hand, her curiosity temporarily overriding her embarrassment. "And setting two?"
Instead of answering immediately, Kenji turned the dial another notch. The hum grew noticeably stronger, taking on a heavier mechanical rhythm. "Deeper, faster, and much less respectful of your professional dignity."
"That is not a medical description," Shizune pointed out, though she was struggling to keep a straight face.
"It's the honest description." Kenji set the toy back on the table and looked at her loosened jacket. "But a proper consultation requires the patient to be comfortable."
Kenji rested his fingers against her loosened lapel and stopped there.
Shizune held his gaze for a moment before turning her back to him and slipping the jacket from her shoulders herself.
"You are taking this role far too seriously," she murmured.
"Konoha's healthcare depends on my commitment," Kenji replied smoothly.
Shizune gave him a look over her shoulder, but the smile she was fighting ruined the reprimand. She settled against the couch and finished undressing without hurry, folding her clothes beside the cushions out of habit. Her medical pouch came off last and remained within reach on the low table.
Kenji waited until she leaned back before kneeling between her thighs.
He started with her calves, pressing carefully into muscles made sore by days spent running between the clinic, the tower, and the workshop.
Her shoulders dropped almost immediately. "I may have underestimated this consultation," she admitted, letting her head fall back against the cushions as his thumbs worked a stubborn knot near her knee.
"You manage the clinic, the budget, and a Hokage who keeps threatening to solve paperwork with her fists," Kenji said, his hands moving higher to work the tension around her hips.
"Someone has to stop her," Shizune murmured. Her eyes closed as another week's worth of tension slowly left her body.
Kenji reached for the Chakra-Vibe and held it where she could see the faint light around the dial.
"Still interested?"
Shizune's cheeks remained warm, but her answer was immediate. "Start with the first setting."
He clicked the dial and pressed the smooth, curved tip directly against her swollen clitoris. The warm, steady pulse caught her harder than she expected. Her back lifted from the cushions, and the clinical observation she had been preparing vanished in a sharp gasp.
Kenji kept the first setting steady until her breathing grew uneven. His free hand rested against her stomach, giving her something solid to focus on while the sensation continued building.
His thumb paused beside the dial.
"The second setting is considerably stronger."
Shizune's fingers tightened around the couch. She took a moment, then gave him a firm nod.
"Slowly."
Kenji increased it by one step. The stronger pulse rolled through her before she could prepare for it, drawing a broken cry from her throat as her thighs tightened around his arm.
"This is not approved clinic equipment," she managed between uneven breaths.
Kenji kept the device steady. "You're handling it perfectly."
Shizune spent most days hearing what was late, broken, unfinished, or over budget. Nobody had told her she was doing well in weeks.
She opened her eyes and caught his wrist.
"Say it again," she demanded softly.
The amusement faded from Kenji's smile. He held her gaze instead of looking away.
"You're doing perfectly."
Her breath broke at the words. The tension gathered through her body until it finally snapped. Her body tightened violently against the cushions, then went entirely loose as the first climax passed through her.
Kenji switched the device off immediately and left his hand resting against her stomach while she recovered. He did not move again until her breathing began to settle.
When he finally started to draw back, Shizune caught his wrist.
"Not yet."
Shizune's kiss answered the question more clearly than another explanation could have.
She kept one hand behind Kenji's neck while the other remained wrapped around his wrist. Her breathing was still uneven from the toy, but there was nothing uncertain in the way she pulled him closer.
"I wouldn't still be here if I wasn't sure," she murmured against his mouth.
Shizune kept her forehead against his for another breath before reaching toward the low table.
Her medical pouch was still beside the closed workshop folder. She opened its inner flap and removed a small paper seal no larger than two fingers. The inked markings were simple and familiar beneath her thumb.
Kenji watched as she pressed it flat against the skin below her navel.
A thin stream of chakra entered the paper. The markings glowed through her fingers, warming against her stomach before fading back to black.
Shizune checked the edges and gave a satisfied nod.
"Contraceptive seal," she said. "Active until tomorrow morning."
Kenji looked from the seal to her flushed face. "You came prepared."
"I am a medic."
Her answer was matter-of-fact, but her eyes dropped when Kenji stood in front of the couch.
He caught the bottom of his loose black shirt and pulled it over his head. The fabric dragged briefly across his shoulders before he tossed it beside the couch. His pants followed, pushed down with his underwear and left in a loose pile beside Shizune's neatly folded clothes.
The difference made her mouth twitch despite herself.
Even naked, Shizune folded everything.
Kenji apparently considered the floor an acceptable wardrobe.
The amusement faded when her eyes moved lower.
His cock stood hard against his stomach, the thick shaft flushed darker near the head. A small bead of precum had already gathered at the slit, catching the low lamplight.
Shizune's thighs shifted against the couch.
Kenji noticed.
He returned to her slowly, planting one knee between her spread legs. His hand settled beside her hip while the other slid along the inside of her thigh.
The skin there was still damp from the toy. His fingertips collected the slickness coating her pussy before moving upward, brushing over her swollen clitoris.
Shizune jerked beneath the light contact.
"Sensitive," Kenji observed.
"You used the stronger setting."
"You requested the stronger setting."
Her answer disappeared when he rubbed his thumb over her clitoris again. The touch was much gentler than the vibration had been, but her body had not fully recovered. Her hips lifted from the couch before she forced them down again.
Kenji moved closer.
His cock pressed against the inside of her thigh, hot and heavy against her damp skin. Shizune looked down between their bodies as he wrapped his fingers around the base.
He dragged the broad head through her wet folds once.
The underside rubbed across her clitoris.
Shizune inhaled sharply, her fingers closing around his upper arms.
Kenji repeated the movement more slowly. The head of his cock slid from her entrance to her clitoris, spreading her arousal across both before returning.
Wetness gathered along his shaft.
By the third pass, the quiet room held the soft, slick sound of his cock moving between her folds and Shizune's increasingly uneven breathing.
"Kenji."
Her voice carried more impatience than warning.
He positioned the head against the entrance of her pussy.
Shizune's fingers tightened.
Kenji did not push immediately. He held himself there, the swollen head pressing into her without breaking through. Her pussy clenched around nothing, still sensitive from the toy, and another line of wetness slipped down toward the couch.
His eyes remained on her face.
Shizune raised her hips a fraction.
The movement pushed the head inside.
Her mouth opened on a sharp breath.
Kenji stopped with barely the first inch buried in her pussy.
The tight heat closed around the head of his cock. Shizune's inner walls fluttered repeatedly, reacting to the unfamiliar thickness and the lingering sensitivity from her orgasm.
Her thighs trembled against his hips.
Kenji supported his weight on one arm and waited.
Shizune took several slow breaths through her nose. Her hand moved from his shoulder to the middle of his back, holding him close without pulling him deeper.
The initial sting gradually dulled.
She shifted her hips again.
"More."
Kenji pushed forward carefully.
Another inch of his shaft disappeared into her pussy. Her wet inner walls stretched tightly around him, dragging along every vein as he entered.
Shizune's nails pressed into his back.
He paused.
She breathed through the pressure until her grip loosened.
Only then did he move again.
Kenji fed his cock into her a little at a time, stopping whenever her thighs tightened too sharply. Each slow advance pushed another quiet gasp from her lips. The couch creaked beneath the gradual shift of their weight.
When half his shaft was inside, Shizune's legs rose and curled around his hips.
The change pulled him closer.
Kenji sank another inch into her.
Her head fell back against the cushions.
The muscles around her pussy tightened hard enough to make his breath catch, then slowly relaxed as she adjusted.
"Still fine?" he asked.
Shizune opened her eyes.
Her cheeks were red, her dark hair already sticking to one temple, but her legs tightened deliberately around him.
"I told you to keep going."
Kenji pushed forward until his hips finally met hers.
Shizune released a long, broken breath against his neck.
His cock filled her completely, buried to the base. Her pussy remained tight around the shaft, wet inner walls pulsing in short involuntary contractions.
They stayed still.
Shizune could feel every small movement between them: the twitch of his cock inside her, the warmth of his chest against her breasts, his breath moving across the side of her face.
Sweat had begun gathering between their bodies.
Kenji withdrew slowly.
The tight walls of her pussy clung to his shaft, sliding along it until only the swollen head remained inside.
Shizune's legs tightened around his waist, preventing him from pulling out completely.
He pushed back in.
The return was controlled, his cock stretching her open again until their hips met with a quiet wet slap.
Her breath broke into a moan.
Kenji repeated the same slow movement.
Out until the head remained lodged at her entrance.
Back in until his balls pressed against her ass.
The couch creaked beneath every thrust.
Shizune's body began following the rhythm. Her hips lifted when he entered and fell back when he withdrew, taking some of the control rather than lying beneath him passively.
The third deep thrust dragged the head of his cock across a sensitive spot inside her.
Her pussy clenched around him.
Kenji noticed the reaction and adjusted his angle.
He drove into the same place again.
Shizune's nails dug into his shoulders.
"Again," she breathed.
Kenji pulled back and thrust forward with more force.
The head struck that spot once more, sending a sharp pulse through her lower stomach. Shizune's legs tightened around his waist, heels pressing into his thighs and urging him deeper.
The pace gradually increased.
Each thrust pushed his cock through her slick pussy with less resistance. Wetness coated the entire shaft and spread across their joined hips. The sounds grew louder—the couch creaking, their skin meeting, Shizune's short moans breaking between their rough breathing.
Kenji lowered his head and caught one of her nipples between his lips.
Shizune gasped as his tongue moved over the stiff peak. Her hand slid into his hair, holding him there while his hips continued moving.
He sucked harder.
Her pussy tightened around his cock again.
The unfinished promotion files were gone from her thoughts.
So were the hospital supply requests, Sakura's next lesson, Karin's seals, and the workshop notes.
Shizune stopped worrying about the sound of the couch or whether anyone could hear her through the villa walls.
She pulled Kenji closer.
Her breasts dragged against his chest with each thrust, damp skin sliding against damp skin. His cock continued driving into her, the thick shaft filling her before withdrawing through the tight grip of her inner walls.
Kenji raised his head from her breast.
"You're doing perfectly."
The praise hit her harder than the next thrust.
Shizune's eyes squeezed shut. Her arms locked around his shoulders, pulling his face into the curve of her neck.
"Again," she demanded through a broken breath.
"You're doing perfectly, Shizune." Her pussy clenched around him.
Kenji's pace faltered for half a second before he recovered.
Shizune had spent weeks hearing that another report was late, another supply order was incomplete, another council member was complaining, or another section of the village needed money that did not exist.
Nobody praised the woman fixing it.
Nobody told her she was doing well.
Kenji drove into her again, his hips striking hers with a wet slap.
"You work harder than anyone in this village."
Another thrust.
"You keep the clinic running."
Another.
"You keep Tsunade standing."
Shizune's legs began shaking around his waist.
The pressure inside her lower stomach tightened with every movement. Her inner walls started contracting around his cock in short pulses, gripping the shaft before releasing it.
Kenji felt each contraction.
His thrusts became heavier.
Shizune tried to say his name, but the word broke into a cry when he drove into the sensitive place inside her again.
Her back arched.
Her breasts pressed hard against his chest.
Her clitoris rubbed against the base of his cock each time their hips met, the friction adding to the pressure already building inside her.
"Kenji—"
Her voice failed.
Her pussy clamped tightly around his cock.
The second orgasm hit before she could finish the warning.
Shizune's legs locked around his waist. Her toes curled against the backs of his thighs, and her nails dug into his shoulders as her inner walls contracted around him again and again.
Her entire body shook beneath him.
A loud cry escaped against his neck despite her attempt to muffle it.
Kenji kept moving through the first contractions, his cock forcing its way through the tight spasms of her pussy.
The wet pressure became too much.
His rhythm broke.
Shizune felt his body tense above her, the muscles in his back hardening beneath her hands. He drove fully inside and held himself there, cock buried to the base.
The first hot pulse of cum filled her pussy.
The contraceptive seal below her navel warmed immediately.
Kenji's cock throbbed inside her, releasing again while her inner walls continued squeezing around the shaft. Shizune held him tightly through every pulse, still trembling from her own orgasm.
Their hips remained pressed together.
Sweat ran along Kenji's back beneath her fingers. Shizune's chest rose and fell rapidly against his, each breath hot against the side of his neck.
For several seconds, neither of them moved.
The couch stopped creaking.
Only their breathing remained.
Shizune's legs slowly loosened around his waist. Her arms remained around his shoulders until the last aftershock passed.
Kenji raised himself slightly on one arm.
He withdrew carefully.
Shizune shivered as his softening cock slid from her pussy. Warm cum followed, mixing with her arousal and spreading between her folds before slipping onto the inside of her thigh.
Kenji lowered himself beside her instead of moving away.
Shizune curled against his chest at once, one leg draped loosely over his. Her skin was hot and slick with sweat, and her thighs continued trembling in small aftershocks.
Neither spoke.
Kenji rested a hand on her back and waited until her breathing slowed.
Only then did he kiss her forehead and stand.
He returned from the washroom with a glass of cool water and a warm towel.
Shizune pushed herself upright enough to drink. Her hands shook slightly around the glass, so Kenji kept one hand beneath it until she finished.
He wiped the sweat from her face and neck first. Then he moved lower, cleaning her stomach before gently parting her thighs.
Shizune watched him without embarrassment as he wiped the mixture of cum and arousal from her swollen folds and inner thighs. Her clitoris remained sensitive enough that even the soft cloth made her legs twitch.
Kenji slowed immediately.
Once she was clean, he washed himself and carried the Chakra-Vibe into the washroom. He rinsed the toy thoroughly and left it on a clean towel beside the basin to dry.
When he returned, Shizune had sunk deeper into the couch.
Kenji pulled a thick blanket over both of them and settled beside her. She moved into his arms without being asked, resting her cheek against his bare chest.
"I can only stay for five minutes," she murmured.
"Of course."
Her eyes closed.
She was asleep before he finished pulling the blanket over her shoulder.
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