Ino's game (ino x Hinata)

Is it a game?

Hinata knew that teasing Ino was a dangerous game, but she couldn't help herself. She was, technically, still a loyal Shinobi of the Hidden Leaf albeit one who spent most of her time with spying and gathering delicate intel. She had a full page in the Bingo Book with input from every other Kage upon them. Because for them she was a missing nin of the Hidden Leaf. Her most known feature is her beautiful Blonde hair and her flirtatious behaviour. But to Hinata it was that she would do everything for her home village. And put her own safety to the second place behind everyone elses. But she was used like a Scapegoat just like Itachi years before when they had a hidden thread inside there own village, she offered it to take the blame of the murder of the prestigious student of the 5th Hokage making her job a lot easier because no one would suspect her being a Spy.
So Hinata sashayed a little more than usual, let her robes fall open just slightly more than proper, and was delighted when, late that evening, Ino simply swept her up, threw her over her shoulder, and carried her back to her hide out far away from any village .
"You," the nuke nin gritted trough her teeth, "are utterly impossible." She tossed the loyal jonin on her bed.
"Wah!" Hinata flopped around, affecting as innocent a look as possible. "What are we going to do on the bed?"
With a feral grin, Ino gently pushed on Hinatas shoulders until the jonin was lying flat on her back. "I think," she purred, "that we're going to remind you about the importance of discipline."
Hinata squirmed around as much as she was able. "Ooh, I'm so scared," she said, not bothering to hide the way that her hips were grinding up against her superior. "Now what? And," she said, "don't even think about fucking around all night, okay, Temari is still recovering from that time she tried showing off during an intel gathering mission and I need to check on her first thing in the morning."
Ino rolled her eyes. "I know, I know. Those low life bandits where surprisingly tough."
"Tell me about it." Hinata sighed. "It's always me who has to pick up the pieces afterwards when something goes wrong." Thinking about it, her smile slowly returned. "At least we got decent loot off 'em, right?"
"Yeah." The low life bandits didn't usually have much information, but the successful ones tended to be worth the effort. And you never knew when you might get lucky.
"Hey," Hinata said, squirming around a bit until she could reach up and poke Ino on the chest, "you're going to be careful when you're out there doing the ol' hit and run, yeah? I worry myself when you get delayed. Just," poke..poke..poke, "make sure you always come back to me."
Ino did not do a very good job at dodging. "Alright, that's it." Hinata was fairly agile, but trapped as she was it was short work for her boss to seize her wrists and hold her still.
"Took you long enough!" Hinata felt that being subtle about her teasing at this point would've been pointless.
"Mhm, fuck me for taking it slow." Sometimes it slipped past Hinata just how strong Ino was. It was a bit of a reminder when the nuke nin shifted around so that she had both of Hinatas wrists grasped in one hand. With the other, she groped around inside a nearby box.
"There we are." Withdrawing her hand triumphantly, Ino drew out several silk scarves.
Hinata lay back and relaxed as she let herself be bound. There was a reason why Ino , several weeks ago, had given orders to find a real bed for the encampment. Apart from being nice to sleep on, the bedposts made things so much more convenient for little games like these.
"Be sure to get it tight," Hinata reminded Ino. Ino bluntly ignored her. They used silk for a reason: it was less prone to chafing, true, but also while the marks of hard use would be readily apparent on others of fair complexion, any injury would be much more difficult to notice on Hinatas skin. Ino was constantly worried about accidentally hurting her, especially with how enthusiastic Hinata got in the heat of the moment, and was always very careful with the restraints.
Personally, Hinata thought it was cute.
"And done," Ino said, sitting back. "Everything feel alright?"
Hinata gave a couple of exploratory tugs on the scarves which kept her quite firmly secured to the bed. "Yep. Can't hardly move an inch." She loved being tied spread-eagle. For one thing, it gave her something to hold onto.
"Good." Ino didn't bother with binding her feet, since she was straddling her waist anyways. "Now," she said, "remember what I said about learning discipline?
Those fingers were caressing her face, drifting across Hinata's neck and along her arms. She let out a nervous giggle. "Oh no."
"Oh yes." Hinata clamped her lips shut as Ino idly began running her fingers up to Hinatas wrists before they began their circuit back down. "It's been awhile since we've done this."
She wasn't going to react, she wasn't going to say anything, she was going to resist for as long as possible. As always. But this got harder and harder to remember as Ino's fingers swirled closer and closer to their mark.
When Ino quirked her fingertips into the hollows of her underarms, Hinata fell apart completely.
Hinata knew that most people who were deathly ticklish would shriek with forced mirth and quickly descend into the most pitiful begging. That was the case with, for example, Inos for many a long night's experimentation, had discovered that Hinata was different. After the first few moments, any sustained tickle torture would quickly send her into silent laughter. It was, they'd figured, a side effect of just how sensitive she was, that only a few touches could drive her beyond being able to speak.
"Not laughing? What's the matter, not ticklish anymore?" Ino taunted her. It was like a ritualized part of their game. So was the next bit, where Hinata, shoulders shaking but unable to make much of a sound, made a rude gesture with one of her hands.
"Bad girl." The admonition sent tingles down Hinatas spine. "You know what comes next."
Most jonin wore the jonin ninja attire but for the mission earlier in the night robes where a better choice to complete the mission. Hinata was no different, although her attire was a little bit nonstandard in its design. Short-sleeved, which helped when Ino was in a playful mood, and loose enough so that undoing the ties at the front was simple. Simple enough for Ino to manage it with her teeth while those fingers of hers kept Hinata in a state of tortured bliss.
Hinata hoped, feeling the warmth of Inos breath across her chest, that those lips would be put to good use. They were, at first. But even as Ino teased her breasts, mouthing the pebble-hard nipples in the way Hinata liked, those fingers didn't let up in their mission. And then Ino's mouth began to wander as she began placing kisses all around Hinata's ribs, places where Ino knew she was sensitive. It was too much.
"Mercy," Hinata managed to gasp through her silent paroxysms of hysteria, "mercy..mercy..mercy!"
Ino let up immediately, letting the bound woman take in shuddering gasps of air. Hinata gave her a sort of wry look. "Could've...gone...longer..."
"You need to breathe, baka." Reaching out, Ino gave one of Hinata's nipples a pinch just to hear her squeak. She returned Hinata's mock-glare with fondness.
"Anyways," Ino said, "I had another thing I'd like to show you. You interested?"
"Oh, yes Mistress," Hinata purred. She wasn't wearing a collar, probably never would, but she deliberately played up her submission because it made Ino blush.
"Good girl." As Ino patted her cheek, Hinata remembered that the game worked both ways. And then Ino was reaching for another box, pulling out a device unlike any she'd seen.
"Bought this off a merchant," she said, "last time I was in town. It's powered by some kind of crystal, they said. Don't remember."
"What's it do?"
Ino flipped a switch. The rounded head of the device began to audibly vibrate.
"Oh." Hinatas eyes widened. "Ohhhh."
Ino grinned, bringing the device down to Hinata. "Keep those legs apart," she commanded, "or I'll have to tie them up, too."
Hinata complied. The vibrator lowered closer...closer...
"Eeek!"
Ino quickly pulled back. "What? What's wrong?" She noticed Hinata's blush. "Oh my gods, don't tell me -"
"I can't help it!" Hinatas legs were pressed close together. "You've been working me over, now I'm on edge, and everything reminds me of...of that!"
Ino was already taking her own clothes off. "Alright, now I've got to try this." She shook a finger at Hinata. "But don't think I'll be going easy on you in the future, tickle-slut. You're cute when you lose your mind."
Hinata stuck her tongue out.
"Legs apart." Ino's order was obeyed with a smile. "Now," she said, straddling Hinata crossways, "let's see if we can't find the right position for this. I think this ought to work." She glanced down at her partner. "Ready?" A thumbs-up in response. Ino toggled the switch to start up the vibrations again as she lowered herself down onto Hinata.
Now this, Hinata thought, this was amazing. She couldn't squirm free with Ino pressing the device onto her, her partner starting to gasp and moan as the deceptively straightforward stimulus worked its magic on her too. It was also nice to have a front-row seat to the show, watching as Ino's muscled form trembled with the sensation. Hinata might've even heard a suppressed moan.
"Easy now," Hinata breathed.
Ino was keeping a straight face, although her smile occasionally twitched. "What's the matter, Hinata? C-can't take it?" Reaching down, she turned a knob that changed the pattern of vibrations from a steady drone to an irregular pulsing cycle.
"Oh fuck, oh my gods," Hinata stammered. Her hips bucked into the air, trying to free herself, but Ino kept the vibrator pressed between them by sheer force of will. And then the teasing pulse suddenly leapt in magnitude, taking both of them completely by surprise. "FUCK-!"
The world went white for Hinata. It seemed like an eternity later, or maybe only a few seconds, that Ino's arms gave out and she came crashing down on top of her, a strangled cry on her lips. That was the best part, Ino's body pressed against hers, the sound of her voice, the hum of the vibrator as it continued to tease the both of them
It might have been another eternity before Ino was able to stop shaking, before she reached down to return the vibrator to an inactive state. Hinata was grateful for that. She couldn't take too much overstimulation, unlike some people.
"Uh," she tugged on the silk scarves which still held her arms. "Hey, Ino, could you -?"
"Shit, sorry." Ino undid the bindings, fumbling only slightly. Her arms free, Hinata curled up next to her partner.
"Could've gone another round," she murmured.
Ino snorted. "You were the one who said she had to be up early tomorrow," she said, pulling Hinata closer. "Because of Temari and all that. Honestly I ought to get caught up on planning stuff, too. Don't worry," she said, planting a kiss on her forehead. "We'll go longer next time."
"Mm." Hinata smiled, drowsiness slowing her words. "That sounds nice."