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Secrets of the Hidden Leaf	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 114078 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Chapter Nineteen
- 8
- 9
- 10
Chapter Nine

May 24, 2011

Hinata blinked, lilac eyes stretch wide with surprise.
“Na-Naruto-kun, what is all this?”
The living room was full of brown, nondescript boxes, each differing in size; some small enough to fit in the palm of her hand, others as tall as her waist. She remembered Naruto telling her that he was expecting a few packages to be delivered but hadn’t realized by a few he meant almost a dozen. Her blonde boyfriend loathed shopping, would gladly watermelons sized hole in his hoodie before he stepped foot in a retail store, but clearly he didn’t share that sentiment when online shopping for naughty items. From the sheer volume of purchases littering the room, the oversexed Uzumaki must have been like a kid at a candy store, buying anything that stroked his fancy.
His arms slid around her waist, pulling her into the warm cavern of his body.
“I went online to order those nipple clamps I promised you and got a little carried away, ‘ttebayo,” he admitted with a chuckle, cupping her breast as he continued, “but I think you might like the stuff I bought.”
Heat filled her cheeks, her nipples hardening beneath her shirt and his warm hands.
Of that she had no doubt.
Teasing fingers slipped under her skirt, his lips sliding along her neck. A shiver of desire skated her spine, heated desire pooling in her tummy as his fingers drifted over her thighs, traced the silk of her panties, before slipping inside the tiny scrap. His thick digits sank between the velvety folds of her pussy, the rough pads of his fingers creating delicious friction. The soft caress of his lips whispered along the shell of her ear, his warm breath tickling her skin. He circled her clit with slow calculation, slathering hot moisture over and around the sensitive bud. Her breath hitched, pleasure spreading through her body.
“Wanna see what I bought?” he crooned.
He nipped her ear, stroking her pleasure button with enough pressure to draw a moan from her throat. She closed her eyes, bliss surging through her core as he teased her physically and mentally.
She did want to know what he had bought.
What toys he wanted to use on her body.
Her buttocks clenched, the plug filling her rear end an erotic sensation. Coupled with Naruto’s slow fondling and whispered taunts, Hinata felt ready to explode.
Strong fingers gripped her chin, angling her face for a kiss as toyed with her clit. His tongue stroked the moist grotto of her mouth, caressing her tongue with aggressive sweeps of his own. She groaned, sliding her arms around his neck, widening her thighs in a silent plea to be petted. The desperate lust of earlier returned in a rush, aching need unfurling in her abdomen. He deepened the kiss, sucking the air from her lungs, leaving her dizzy and adrift in a haze of need. His fingers moved, sliding down her aching clit to her clenching core. Her toes curled in her sandals as he stuffed his fingers into her body and set a pace designed to throw her into chaos. She gasped, pulling her lips from his, head falling against his shoulder. Twisting ecstasy ravaged her body, scalding bliss blasting every nerve ending. The brutal pumps of his slippery digits forcing her closer and closer to the edge of rapture.
“Naruto-kunnnn.” she moaned.
“You’ve been really good today,” he praised, placing wet kisses to her neck as he spoke, “keeping the plug in while you’re out in public, coming to find me when you’re all hot and bothered. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you think so, baby?”
The heated words spoken into her neck sent a shiver down her spine.
“Don’t you want your reward?” he coaxed, thumb circling her clit.
She shuddered, the warning signs of orgasm fluttering around his thrusting fingers. She was on the edge, straining for nirvana just out of reach. Her fingers gripped the cotton of his hoodie, her hips undulating. She gasped, raising her hips into the frantic strumming of his fingers, her body weeping excitement down his fingers.
He stopped abruptly.
A cry of dismay left her lips as the pumping digits left her pussy.
“Naruto-kun,” she mewled, “Don’t stop.”
He pressed his lips to hers briefly before bending down and scooping her up and over his hard shoulder. She squealed in surprise, her dark mane covering her face as he trekked to their bedroom, scooping up several packages along the way.
xxxxxx
Kiba prowled his bedroom, growling impatiently.
His cock was throbbing beneath his pants, body tight with anticipation. The horny Inuzuka glanced at the small hole, unable to fight the urge to look again. He leaned forward, peering through at the couple in the room, relieved to see they’d moved on from their make out session and undressed. Pale skin, coral tipped titties and dark hair brought lust to his gut. For all her prim, proper and shy ways, his teammate was becoming increasingly lascivious. Engaging in lewd sex acts when he had thought her too shy to attempt them, let alone enjoy. Even more recently, she’d started touching herself when the blonde jonin was away, unknowingly displaying her lustful appetite for his hungry gaze. The kinky sex vixen Naruto had unearthed beneath the veneer of the timid female Hyuuga often left him in open mouthed shock and a furious need to masturbate. Watching the pair go at it through the tiny peep hole behind a painting in his bedroom wasn’t the same as being in their room, but the sounds and scents that came from the opening, the angle it gave him into their bedroom and even further into the living room when the bedroom door was left wide open was more than enough to help him empty his balls. Who had drilled the little hole and how long it had been there was a mystery he’d yet to unravel. He didn’t know the tenants that had occupied the room before him and it hadn’t bothered him when he noticed it. With all the activity coming from the apartment next door over the time he’d been neighbor to the energetic Uzumaki, how could he resist taking a look to see what all the fuss was about?
Kiba had never had voyeuristic tendencies until he’d let curiosity get the better of him.
Now…
He was hooked.
His peeping fetish had grown, his nose picking up the scent of couples engaged in sexual activities in public, but remote areas of the village. The public copulations weren’t new to him, but instead of avoiding the potentially embarrassing situation like he used to, he’d began seeking them out in hopes of watching long enough to get off.
Today’s show was one he’d been waiting for.
He was certain today was the day his naughty teammate would get her cute bottom pounded.
She was ready for it.
And Kiba was ready to watch it.
He rubbed a hand over his crotch, carnal hunger glazing his brain.
Watching her take a spanking and a plug up her little hole that morning had left him aching all day long. Fantasies of stroking his cock while one of his closest friends took a hard dick up the ass for the first time had tortured the feral nin ever since her first introduction to the sting of Naruto’s hand. He was primed for the fantasy to become reality, eager to see ecstasy on her face, to hear cries of pain and pleasure from her lips, to smell the heady scent of female pheromones wafting from the room. The soft whimpers coupled with the sweet aroma of a woman fresh from climax was of particular sexual interest to him, and with the stamina Naruto wielded, Hinata was guaranteed to reach the pinnacle several times in one session of lovemaking.
Of all the people he jerked off to, those two were the most satisfying.
Not once had he been left disappointed.
Blue orbs seemed to glance at the peep hole before returning to the woman on the bed. Kiba wasn’t alarmed. Even though he didn’t think Naruto could see him peering through the hole, Kiba was suspicious that the jonin knew he used it to watch the two have sex on more than one occasion.
Kiba wasn’t entirely sure if his haunch was right.
The kinky blonde had never confronted the Inuzuka over his voyeuristic activities, hadn’t given any indication that he was aware he had an audience. Kiba knew if Naruto ever did find out, he’d either end up in the hospital for a week or be asked to join in the fun.
His attention returned to shuffling in the room.
The Uzumaki had more than just anal on the brain. Kiba watched as the tanned male moved back and forth in the room, opening boxes and pulling out new toys.
Kiba was still holding out hope that today was anal day, but if they used the items coming out of the packages instead, he wouldn’t be disappointed.
Not in the least.
xxxxxx
Hinata sucked in several excited breaths, watching through hooded eyes as her boyfriend secured her hands above her head, hooking the chain between the frilly pink cuffs around her delicate wrists to the ropes he’d tied to the two pillars on either side of his headboard, his hard cock inches from her face as he worked. Her eyes traveled behind him, taking in the items on the night stand, her lust glazed mind wondering which he would use first.
Her quiet contemplation scattered as a hot mouth latched on to her nipple with enough suction to make her squirm. She gasped, arching into the rough suckling. Her thighs squeezed together, her clit throbbing as he flicked his tongue over the wet bud. Pleasure slid down her spine, tingling through her wet core. Strong fingers sought out her other nipple, tugging on the hard peak in time to the brutal flicks of his tongue. Heat spread in her abdomen, roaring bliss leaving her aching for completion.
“Naruto-kun.” she moaned.
He caught her nipple between his teeth, lashing the trapped bud with his tongue, the calloused pad of his thumb circling the other. She cried out, her body tightening with unresolved tension. The mix of wet strokes, hard caress and pressure of his mouth devastating. Desire mounted, the weight of arousal unbearable. She panted, the soft fur of the cuffs tickling her skin as she twisted beneath his sensual assault. She was beyond primed, more than ready to explode at the least provocation, impatient for the ecstasy his cock promised. Sweated beaded her forehead, her buttocks clenched, reminding her of the sex toy that had started her descent into mindless lust in the first place, what had driven her craving for a back door pounding at the hands of her blonde lover to the forefront of her mind.
His mouth and hand left her throbbing nipples. Excitement jump started her pulse as he moved to the foot of the bed, spreading her thighs and settling between her cushiony limbs.
He chuckled softly as she raised her hips, pleading voicelessly.
“So impatient,” he teased, guiding his tip to her clit.
Ecstasy sealed her eyes closed, the slippery sensation of their rubbing genitals tipping her towards climax. A harsh breath left her lungs as her body began the climb, straining for the finish line. She pumped her hips, using as much leverage as she could with her arms bound above her head. She held her breath, orgasm nipping at her heels.
“You’re so damn sexy, ‘ttebayo.” he murmured, pinching one nipples and then the other.
She groaned, climax roaring to the surface, back bowing as pleasure turned her inside out. Her muscles tightened then locked, euphoria turned her veins molten. Moist friction melded shattering bliss to quaking inferno, the feel of his wet mushroom tip sliding over her sensitive clit almost too much for her to bear. She strained harder, wrapping her thigh about his hips. A wave of ecstasy built, knotting her insides and forcing air from her lungs.
“Ohhhhh yesss!” she cried, shuddering as she was catapulted skyward.
Hot orgasm left her pussy, her mind spinning beyond control, blistering relief permeating her trembling limbs. Impatient hands gripped her thighs, widening their stance before his cock filled her spasming body in one long thrust. She flinched, gathering her scattered wits well enough to brace for each wild slam of his body into hers, panting in lust driven need as her recently satisfied body reached again for nirvana. She wailed his name, reveling in the back breaking pounding, the wet squelch of their meeting sexes an erotic melody, the familiar sound of rough coupling mingling with the harsh grunts of bliss leaving the man between her thighs.
Big hands slid over her hips, spanned her waist then gripped her nipples, tugging gently.
She grimaced, head thrashing as her gut churned.
“Narutoooo.” she breathed hoarsely, the building tension unbearable.
He stopped, hips stilling, fingers falling away from her nipples. She panted, eyes closed, dizzy with unfulfilled desire, her body screaming, starving and desperate for more of his violent thrusts.
She swallowed, panting harshly as the frenzy dimmed, pulse calming within the sudden quiet.
Something soft brushed her nipple, sending heat to her gut. She opened her eyes, watching a long white feather glided back and forth over the distended bud. The abrupt switch from rough to gentle had her nerve endings on edge. The moist walls of her saturated cunt squeezed, fluttering around the thick rod lodged in the snug warmth of her body.
Intense blue orbs met hers.
His hips flexed in response, the shallow thrust putting ever part of her being on high alert.
Goosebumps pebbled her flesh, the gentle torment madness inducing.
The feather circled her areola, teasing the coral colored skin. Her breath caught, a soft moan leaving her throat. Her fists clenched, the cuff on her wrist rattling. Her eyes closed, face scrunched in blissful agony, the sharp contrast of the light brushes to her sensitive nipples coupled with his sluggish, lazy thrusts so incredibly heady.
“I think you like the new toys I bought,” he murmured, moving to her other nipple, “your body’s certainly enjoying it.”
He moved the feather rapidly, tickling her hardened buds, circling her areola again. She gasped, her body in turmoil, the rapture ripping through her belly indescribable. The pace changed abruptly shifting to a slow touch that was light, barely brushing her puckered nipple. Her breath hitched, inner muscles tightening, the promise of completion so close, yet far beyond her reach.
“But I don’t wanna get to distracted by all the new stuff.” he chuckled.
He pulled the feather away.
Her eyes opened, glazed and far away. His thumb slid over her bottom lip, his own oceanic depths saturated with lust. Her fox faced boyfriend looked fiercely determined and extremely turned on as his blue gaze moved over the cuffs then down at her heaving, naked breasts. Her cheeks flushed, the intense study arousing. He moved, slipping slowly from her body, the glide of his retreating cock stirring already stimulated nerves.
“You wanted me in here, right?”
He gripped the base of her anal plug, sliding it out, then back in.
She gasped, burning need swamping her lower body.
“Right, Hinata?”
She twisted, panting as bliss crashed through her blood. Her mind taken back to Ino’s bathroom, the frantic state of lust that had driven her to seek out the blonde Uzumaki. He reached for the night stand, grabbing a bottle of lubricant, maintaining the slow pump of her back channel while he moved.
“I wanna hear you say it, baby.” he coaxed.
Her teeth sank into her lower lip, soft mewls leaving her throat.
“Don’t be embarrassed. Nobody’s here but you and me, ‘ttebayo. Tell me,” he crooned, his voice husky with lust, “Tell me to fuck your ass.”
She flushed despite herself, the naughty words echoing in her ears. The strictly raised Hyuuga had never uttered a swear. Her inner thoughts were as far as those types of words had ever gone. In the face of what they were doing now, what they would do later and in the weeks to come, saying those words seemed minor in the grand scheme of things. But to her, in that moment, the forbidden expressions felt even more illicit.
“Not ready to tell me, huh?”
He grinned.
“I was hoping you’d be stubborn.”
He reached for the night stand again, grabbing the palm sized container that had left her gut churning with lust and apprehension. The box was black, topped with a see through cover, putting on display a pair of nipple clamps. Bright pink and shinny, the adjustable nipple clamps were lined with soft rubber. Her new jewelry was adorned with a trail of multicolored, glittering rhinestone gems, starting from the bottom of each clamp and ending at the silver chain connecting the two clamps. Each of the clamps were equipped with a small thumbscrews used to tighten or loosen the grip.
Hinata swallowed, eyes glued to the salmon colored vices. Her heart hammered against her rib cage, lungs inhaling and exhaling rapidly as he opened the box and pulled them out.
“These are for beginners,” he assured her, “they don’t clamp as hard even when tighten to the highest setting but if you feel uncomfortable or can’t take it, we’ll adjust the pressure or take em off completely, okay?”
She nodded, licking her suddenly dry lips, an odd mix of anticipation and dread settling in her gut. He leaned down to kiss her, ravaging her mouth with naked hunger before pulling back.
“If you like it and they’re comfortable, we’ll leave em on for a while.” he murmured.
She nodded again, panting as he rubbed his thumb over her right nipple, tugging, preparing the bud for a new sensation. She held her breath, anxiety twisting her gut when he leaned in with the first clamp. The padded clamp gripped her nipple seconds later, the pinch snug but not unbearably so.
“Tell me when.” he said, reaching for the screw.
The pressure increased gradually, squeezing the harden bud in a way fingers never had. Heat slipped from her core, her clit throbbing painfully. She lay panting as he tightened the vice, a protest leaving her lips when it bordered on true discomfort. He stopped immediately.
“You wanna leave it here, or go back one?”
She took a moment, wading through the sensual haze of her mind, taking stock of her level of discomfort.
“Leave it here.” she whispered.
Blue orbs darkened with arousal, his hands falling away. Gravity took over. She moaned, the weight of the chain and the clamp itself tugging her nipple. The sensation left her breathless, the pinching pain deliciously erotic.
“Good job, baby,” he praised softly, “one more.”
She watched, lilac eyes mere slits, as he attached the second clamp, matching the pressure of the right.
“So fucking pretty.” he murmured, hooking a finger under the silver chain between her tits.
“Naruto.” she gasped as he pulled gently, the movement tugging both her nipples in unison.
The ache that bloomed curled her toes. Ecstasy, bliss, pain and rapture blasted her insides. She moaned, hips rising in supplication, her body shuddering as he jerked the chain again, desperation clogging her throat. She moved to reach for her clit, needing the relief only a shattering orgasm would bring, dismay sending her crashing back to reality when the cuffs at her wrists held firm.
“Naruto-kun,” she whined, “Please.”
His finger ran down the mid-line of her body, circled her naval and sank into the welcoming saturation of her wet folds. She groaned, the caress a much needed balm for the raging lust tightening her body.
“Sorry baby, but I’m still waiting for the magic words, ya know?”
He teased her clit, pulling her chain again. She groaned, arching her spine.
Naruto toyed with her pleasure button, giving her the hard, slippery friction she craved. Her bound hands fisted, moans of heightening pleasure leaving her lips, the warning signs of a monstrous orgasm submerging her body in an ocean of lust. Her thighs trembled, muscles tightening, the tug on her nipples, the stroke of his finger, the pressure of the plug all working to toss her over the edge of a cliff and into paradise. Her eyes closed, her body straining for the finish line.
He pulled away.
“Nooooo,” she cried, frustration bringing her near to tears, “Please, don’t stop, please.”
She lifted her hips, panting and begging for the climax she needed desperately. Rough fingers fisted her hair, the pressure of his grip drawing a wince and a moan as he pulled her head up. Hard lips met hers, the aggressive sweep of his tongue deep and punishing.
“What did I tell you to say?” he fairly growled against her mouth.
Her taxed brain sifted through memory, stopping when she found the dirty words he wanted from her. Embarrassment, arousal colored her cheeks. He wanted her to ask him to fuck her ass. Out loud. To say words that would have earned her several weeks of punishing Juuken sessions under her father’s roof. Part of her wanted to say the words and reap the rewards. She was beyond aching for satisfaction, still teetering on the edge of a catastrophic climax, but another part of her was hesitant to form the words.
And another part of her…
One deeper and embroidered with lewd curiosity wanted to test the waters. Was turned on by the tight fist gripping her dark mane, wanted to see how rough he got in his quest to force the words from her mouth.
She turned her eyes away, letting him see the stubborn tilt of a small pout as she spoke.
“I can’t say that Naruto-kun, its…naughty.”
She’s never feigned shyness in her entire life, part of her hesitancy was real, but the act she put on now made her feel…impish, bold in a way that was secret to everyone but her. Fresh moisture slipped from her body, the ruse taking on an erotic flavor. He was quiet above her. She kept her eyes downcast, fearing she’d give herself away if she looked up into those cerulean orbs, that he’d see right through her. Anticipation crawled over her skin, the silence deafening.
“You really think I don’t pay close attention to you?” he asked.
Confused lilac met smoldering blue.
He nipped her lips.
“Probably the worst imitation of your cute pout I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, lips upturned with amusement, waggling his brows, “If you wanted me to force you to say dirty words, just ask me, baby.”
Her flush was genuine this time, spreading from her face to her neck. He chortled, levering up and gripping her thighs.
“Didn’t I tell you before?” he questioned, lining his cock with the weeping entrance of her body, “I can give you anything you can handle.”
She was catapulted back into a sensual haze as he merged their flesh.
His pace was hard, brutal, and hitting the spots inside her cunt that left her babbling. She strained, toes curling, spine bowing with each powerful thrust. The headboard banged as he hammered her body, the deep, rapid strokes of cock backed with his entire weight. She was screaming, could feel the vibrations in her throat, could feel them in her ears, but could barely make out what pleas left her trembling lips. Ecstasy tore her apart, her moon colored eyes rolling into her skull when he tugged her chain over and over. She was in heaven, in a dimension of sensation separate from reality. Sweat coated her skin, the slapping of wet genitals a steady drumbeat against the walls of the bedroom. She twisted, gripped in a storm of rapture too great for her small frame. Merciless fingers stilled her contorting form, holding her down for the rough pounding.
She fought it, fought him, fought the cuffs, wanting more, wanting to get away, her mind dizzy, ping ponging between heaven and hell. The swipe of his thumb over aching clit tipped the scales to rapture. She raised her hips, crying out for more, begging for the long overdue tsunami.
It was there.
Right on the horizon, barreling towards her like a herd of bulls.
He stopped and her world crashed.
She sobbed.
Upset.
Angry.
Hurt that he’d denied her again.
“Why.” she wailed, confused and aching.
“Say it, Hinata,” he demanded, sliding his finger over her clit, “You know I can go all night.”
Her mind struggled to make sense of his words. Impaled on stiff cock, her nipples caught in the shiny vices, she was on the edge of a cataclysmic detonation, wondering why they were talking instead of engaging in the incredible sensation of rough copulation. Black brows furred, her scattered brain struggled to put the pieces together.
It came to her seconds later.
“You’re more stubborn than I thought you’d be,” Naruto drawled, the glint in his eyes conveying without words that he found her continued resistance a challenge he was willing to meet, “but like I said, I can go all night.”
Big hands raised her hips.
“Ready for another round?”
“No, please!” she cried, rattling the cuffs.
She couldn’t take another fruitless pounding, to dangle on the cusp only to be cruelly jerked back. Her body hurt, her delicate muscles tight and shaky with more tension than she could stand.
He leaned down, flexing his hips, caressing her moist insides.
Her breath hitched.
He traced her lower lip with a finger.
“No?” he repeated huskily, “Then say the magic words and I’ll let you cum.”
His finger whispered over her chin, down her throat, between her breast to curl around the chain. She moaned, grimacing in ecstasy as he tugged twice. She sucked in several breaths, her muscles trembling.
“Better hurry up or I might change my mind.”
She panted softly, her cheeks flushed with aroused embarrassment. She swallowed delicately, then licked her dry lips.
“Naruto-kun…will you…”
The words stuck in her throat, heat blasting her face. He was watching her like a hawk, his focus completely ensnared by the movement of her lips. It was hard to form the words beneath his intense, expectant, lust glazed eyes.
But with her body screaming, his close scrutiny was a mere bump in the road to sexual gratification.
“Naruto-kun,” she whispered into the hush of the bedroom, “please…fuck my ass…”
He gripped her hair, smashing their lips together, tonguing her mouth with excited strokes. Desire unfurled in her gut, her trembling thighs squeezing his narrow hips.
“That was sexy as hell,” he told her when they drew breath, “filthy fucking mouth.”
He devoured her mouth again, sweeping the contours of her orifice, sucking at her tongue and lips, his teeth sinking into her plush bottom lip. Her mind was foggy when he drew back, distant and sluggish.
“Before we finish,” he murmured into her mouth, “We gotta take your clamps off.”
He paused, seeming to wait for her to give him the okay. She gave a small nod.
“It’s gonna hurt,” he warned, “make sure you breathe, okay?”
She nodded, expanding her lungs and letting it out slowly. She felt movement at her left nipple, the fumbling lasting only a moment before the pressure around her distended bud began to ease. She winced, a whimper of discomfort leaving her mouth as he gradually removed the clamp. Blood rushed to the abused nub, the sensation painful.
“Almost done, ‘ttebayo.”
She sucked in a breath, releasing it in a rush when he pulled the device free. Her nipple throbbed, radiating with discomfort.
“You okay?” he asked, reaching up to brush the dark bangs from her forehead.
Her eyes closed briefly before she nodded. It was bad, but she’d had a lot worse. The uncomfortable sensation was preferable to a training session with her father.
“I’m fine.” she assured him.
He pressed kisses to mouth and cheeks, his palms sliding over her hair, the gesture soothing, comforting. Giving her something else to focus on while circulation returned to her nipple.
He drew back minutes later, fingers whispering over her bound arms. She snorted, the caress tickling the delicate skin. He leaned back, chuckling.
“How are the cuffs? Are your arms aching?” he asked with an amused, but concerned grin.
Hinata shook her head.
“I can wear them a little longer,” she said.
He kissed her again, sliding his hand down the side of her body, gently cupping her breast, his hand avoiding her still tingling nipple. She moaned, arousal slipping over her skin. While the removal of her toy had dampened a bit of her frantic need of earlier, she was only a step away from being launched back into the sensual sea. He touched her, fondling her body, fingers teasing her clit, keeping her off kilter with shallow thrusts of his cock. She was halfway back to that ocean of need when he warned her that the other clamp was coming off.
The pain was as sharp as before, the return of circulation bringing a hiss to her lips and a grimace to her face, though the endurance time of discomfort was shorter. The blonde above her left her little time to stew on the throbbing ache.
His shallow thrusts picked up force, the light strokes deepening enough to touch her in places that had the power to turn her into a babbling puddle of nerves. He lifted her legs, opening her wide for each shattering pump of his cock. Her pussy wept in relief, the teetering orgasm she’d been straining for returning with a vengeance, her body knowing what was coming. Knowing this time the whiskered Uzumaki wouldn’t leave her dangling before the cusp of ecstasy, that he had every intention of fucking her into the destructive climax she needed so bad. Her body contorted, her insides clenching, stomach knotting as the wave built. Blunted nails dug into her palms, her toes curling as the headboard began its drumbeat against the wall. The creaking bed and smacking of wet flesh filled the room, blending with her high pitched moans and his low groans.
Glorious, devastating bliss exploded in her veins, the hammering thrusts sending her into a tailspin. His thumb found her clit, rubbing in firm rapid circles.
Hinata detonated, orgasm crashing into her, tearing through her body like an earthquake. She was thrown into another dimension, whipped from reality in mere seconds. Coherent thought scattered, leaving her with nothing but sensation. All she could do was feel. The steady pounding of her cunt, the distant ache in her nipples, the slow hum of pressure of the plug and the blissful throbbing of her clit. Raw, unfiltered rapture spread through her body, touching every part of her being, wrapping around her very essence. The grip of sweaty, soul rending release squeezing the air from her lungs. She felt light headed and dizzy, lost and confused, satisfied and euphoric.
The world righted itself minutes later, her crossed eyes drowsy, struggling to focus on the man above her. Boneless, listless, she melted into the mattress, vaguely aware of him moving, of his big body stretching over hers, his lips meeting hers. He reached up, wrestling with her frilly pink cuffs, his mouth moving tenderly over her own as he worked.
Her contented sigh was soft, muffled in the gentle tangle of tongues.
Naruto pulled back, slipping the cuffs from her wrist. He took his time examining her skin, then rubbed both arms from shoulder to wrist, quietly asking if anything hurt. Hinata was in her own little world, but shook her sluggishly from side to side. He grinned, teasing her about the distant look in her eyes before pressing a kiss to the palm of one of her limp hands. Dim amusement pierced her haze, his fox faced smugness forcing a small curl of her lips.
“Ready for more?” he asked, tracing her smile with his thumb.
Desire churned in the pit of her abdomen, her lax muscles perking up with interest. On the heels of her catastrophic climax, lust returned in a slow burn, simmering in her veins, waiting to boil over. Cerulean orbs grew heated as her inner muscles squeezed the hard length embedded in shared wetness, the slippery merging of her orgasm as well as his own. He kissed her, nipping her lip hard enough to force a surprised gasp from her. His gaze was back to that intense scrutiny, watching her with the look of a predator.
Her blonde lover was more than a little excited.
The lust on his face was unfiltered.
He was looking forward to their upcoming activity.
They’d talked about it before, were both new to this. While she’d never really contemplated it before he’d mentioned it, the oversexed Uzumaki had fantasized about it for years, had tried, unsuccessfully to convince past girlfriends and lovers to try it. His long held desire was moments away from being fulfilled and he was eager, itching to start. She shuddered as he disconnected their bodies, his warm deposit dripping from her well abused pussy. She shivered, the naughty sensation heightening her own sexual desire. She peeked at his genital, unsurprised to see his cock was hard as a rock, his recent orgasm not withstanding.
“Turn over.” he ordered, voice coated in lust.
The fine hairs at her nape stood on end. A chill of awareness skating her spine at the harsh tone.
She began to move.
“Slowly.” he commanded.
Her cheeks grew warm, but she slowed her movements, turning to her belly, the rumpled sheets a delicious sensation against her tender nipples.
“Up on your knees.”
Embarrassed, aroused, she gripped a pillow to cushion her chin, then brought her knees up under her, raising her bottom in the air, feeling the thick ropes of cum inside her dripping along her labia. She covered her face despite herself, knowing he was watching, could feel his gaze like the warm stroke of a hand. He cupped her rounded globes, squeezing the pliant flesh.
She closed her eyes, enjoying the soft massage, tamping down on her feelings of embarrassment. Thoughts of shame fled almost completely when she felt the plug moved.
A low moan left her lips as he pulled it from her bottom.
She could hear him panting, could feel the lust radiating from her significant other settle over her skin like a cloak. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as lubricated fingers found her hole. She groaned beneath the curtain of her dark hair as he smeared the thick liquid around her insides, pumping his digits carefully. Her gut tightened, tension thrumming along her muscles. Hinata rocked back and forth, her body singing as pleasure crawled over her skin. His low hum of approval, the gentle caress of his palm along her bowed spine suffused her pounding heart with comfort.
She was breathless by the time his wet fingers fell away, her body relaxed and waiting for what was next. A comfortable beat of silence lay between them as he moved again, shifting around before drawing closer to her bottom, catching her hips and bringing her up and back. Wet, warm and thick, his hardened length slid between her cheeks, up and down before his lubricated mushroom tip tucked against her puckered rosebud.
Her heart tapped her rib cage, excited dread clawing her insides.
“Slow, baby,” he murmured in encouragement, stroking the faint lines of tension from her back, “Remember what we talked about? We moved at your pace, take it as slow as you need to.”
The steady words of assurance calmed her nerves a fraction, tilting her back towards the craving that had driven her to seek him out in the first place. She took a breath, steeling her nerves to move. His hands smoothed over her buttocks and lower back, the tender sweeps bolstering her courage. Levering up on her elbows, she pressed out with her nether muscles and began a slow descent. She sank back onto his turgid sex, engulfing his tip with little effort. The lubed head squeezed through the tight ring of muscle, wedging inside the small hole.
Hinata paused, her mind reveling in the differences of a silicone toy and hard, hot flesh.
It was a different kind of erotic, sexually stimulating in way she hadn’t experienced before. She pressed back again, taking an inch, and then another, pausing to adjust to the thickness spearing through her channel. She closed her eyes briefly, brow furred as she fought the tension threatening to settle in her muscles, trying to keep her lower half lax enough to take the rest of his cock.
Lungs laboring, Hinata pressed herself further down his stiff sex, distantly wondering how much was left, how much more she fit inside her. The seemingly endless length reminding her of her deflowering months ago, how she had worried that her lover’s well endowed genital would be too much for her virgin womanhood. He was deeper than than the toy, reaching places that hadn’t been touched by the plug. Panic crept at the edges of her mind. The deeper he tunneled, the more intense her discomfort. He felt too big, too long for her body to take. She hesitated, unsure of herself.
“You’re doing good, baby,” he murmured, caressing her hips, “you feel incredible.”
The affirmation settled warmly in the pit of her stomach. Pride, arousal and a burning need to please her lover unfurled, coaxing her to move. A low moan left her throat as she took him deeper, impaling herself slowly, but steadily. The gradual stretching, the aching fullness and slight discomfort mixing into a heady aphrodisiac. Naruto hissed with pleasure as his cock disappeared between the pale globes of her bottom. His finger reaching to find her clit, touching her with measured glides of his digit.
The dual sensations of his gentle fondling and the delicious drag of cock against anal nerve endings started a slow burn.
Hinata gripped the sheets, her insides squirming as pleasure tingled up her spine. She shivered, bracing herself for a few more inches. Sweat coated her body in a fine sheen by the time she felt her cheeks kiss his groin. Her limbs were trembling, her mind reeling, the significance of her position striking.
She’d done it.
Had taken him into her body, had put herself in the ultimate place of submission and vulnerability.
Her stomach twisted with desire.
Shivering as he spoke softly, praising her efforts, expressing his own pleasure.
The hushed words wrapped her in comforting erotica. Hinata pressed her face to the pillow, breathing softly, adjusting her mind, her body to the fullness of his penetration, the reality of the situation. Strong hands moved over damp skin, soothing nerves and stoking arousal.
She was calm when he spoke again, her muscles lax, mind at ease.
“Ready for more?” he asked.
She nodded.
His hand slid along her spine, then back down to her buttocks. He shifted, gaining leverage for the first stroke.
Raising her hips, he gripped her rounded curves as he began to retreat.
The drag of his hard length along the stimulated nerves lining her tight channel forced her body into crisis. It was the most shattering sensation, blotting out reality and throwing her face first into shuddering bliss. She gripped the sheet, clenching her teeth against the slow retreat of his dick, the tight clench of her inner muscles reluctant to release the thick length. He was panting above her, fingers digging into her skin hard enough to bruise. She shuddered, her insides quaking. Her hand moved to her screaming clit, rubbing with desperation.
She gasped, frantically strumming her pleasure button, squeezing her eyes shut as her mind tried to process the blissful pleasure/pain at her bottom.
She whimpered, struggling to breathe, caught in a storm of dueling sensation.
His heavy erection sliding over places that made her girly parts sing. Agonizing need ripped through her body when he stopped, the mushroom tip of his cock lodged in her body. Her ears distantly picked up the sound of a container opening, and closing, his finger smearing lubricant around the tight ring of her asshole and the tip of his sex spreading her tight orifice.
She shivered, bracing herself for what was coming next.
Her pussy clenched, heat rushing to her clit as he reversed course and began spreading her channel again, his cock freshly lubed, spearing through protesting muscle. Her mouth opened on a silent scream, body shaking uncontrollably as he sheathed himself in her tiny hole. His hands spread her cheeks, exposing her to his excited gaze before returning to his earlier caresses. The strokes of his strong palms along the soft skin of her spine soothing, anchoring her rapidly deteriorating grip on her emotions as he spread her resisting hole.
He sank to the hilt, forcing her body to accept the entirety of his hard flesh.
She panted into the sheet, impaled on the thick length of his cock. The sensation painfully arousing. Hot moisture slipped from her aching pussy, her internal muscles fluttering in need.
She was turned on.
More than turned on.
On another world of ecstasy, the likes of which she’d never been before. Physically. Mentally. And everywhere in between. Invaded in every sense of the word. Penetrated in a way that ran deeper than the cock lodged in her anus. Her entire body shuddered as he nosed the soft hair at her temple, speaking softly into her ear.
“You okay, baby?” he asked, his voice strained with lust and concern, “Is it too much?”
She shook her head, unable to form a coherent word.
“You sure?”
She nodded.
It was more than she’d ever dreamed.
She felt claimed, conquered and cherished.
Out of control of her body and loving it.
Her toes curled, wet fingers working her clit as he retreated again, leaving half of his harden length in her body before penetrating her again, stuffing her full of thick, long dick.
Her mind went blank as he bottomed out.
She fell forward into the softness of her pillow, moaning and gasping, leaving her blonde lover in control her body, accepting the slow fucking of her ass. She descended into a space of sensual surrender, unaware of anything but the harsh groans above her, the rough caress of her cheeks, and the deep strokes of hard cock driving her insane. Her body was acting strange in a way she liked. Her skin felt sensitive to touch, her pussy mere inches from climax, her ass full and aching for more attention. He retreated again, returning with another careful stroke, then set an excruciatingly slow pace. She dangled on the edge of pleading with him to stop and begging him to give her more. The pleasure was sharp, toeing the line of pain, twisting her existence into knots, banishing thought and reason from her mind.
Minutes of hazy rapture dissipated as the meeting of buttocks and groin changed.
Gone was the earlier hesitation. There were no stops, no moments of catching her breath. He sank into her body in long hard thrusts, his tempo quick and deep. Pounding her asshole with measured force.
Her body shot into overtime, tension lining her muscles.
It was indescribable.
Incredible.
Too much for her body, her mind to bear.
“Oh God,” she panted, a harsh breath leaving her lungs, “Oh God, ohhhhhh, ohhhhh.”
Shaking, trembling, she shattered, wailing into the sheet as her pussy spasmed, her clit throbbed and hard cock filled her bottom again and again.
“Fuck, baby.” he groaned, palming her cheeks with rough hands.
She twitched, frantic fingers milking her clitoris, whimpering softly beneath the deep strokes of his cock. Orgasm ripped through her again, his rapid fucking forcing her over the edge. World splitting culmination ripped through her small, quaking frame.
She came to seconds later, face plastered to the sheet beneath her, her thighs spread, body pliant and open as he made love to her rear end.
“You have no idea how long I wanted to do this,” Naruto growled, spreading her buttocks, “no idea how many times I jerked off thinking about fucking your ass like this.”
Lost in a sea of ecstasy, the embarrassment she felt at having her cheeks spread, of hearing the dirty words filling her ears, was a mere after thought in the face of pleasure. Muted in comparison to the absolute rapture of his cock, the satisfaction she felt in pleasing Naruto, the pride she felt in her willingness and acceptance to have his dick squeezed up her ass for the satisfaction of them both.
Submission no longer just a word to her but rather a state of mind, embodied by the act she was engaging in now.
He slapped her bottom, the sting spreading heat throughout her left cheek.
“And you like it too, don’t you, baby?”
He gave her another slap, his thrusts picking up speed and force. The new pace shaking the bed and making her insides squirm. Blistering ecstasy crashed through her body as he worked his hips, the wet sound of her ass being fucked lewd and erotic. The sound and sting of his hand sending a flood of excitement from her core. He found her clit, brushing her own fingers away and smearing the fresh fluid over the oversensitive bud. Painful bliss twisted her gut, her moans of discomfort and pleasure echoing from wall to wall.
“You’re a naughty girl, Hinata and I fucking love it, ‘ttebayo,” he told, “Look how wet you are. You love getting fucked don’t you?”
He circled her clit, and her body lurched, exploding into chaos, tearing itself apart with shuddering quakes. Screaming orgasm blasting through every nerve ending.
It was painful.
It was paradise.
She gasped for air, eyes rolling into her skull, as hot semen filled her.
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Sakura gasped, dangling on the edge of orgasm. The gentle strokes of his cock, the tender look in his dark eyes tying her tummy in knots. Her spine arched, thighs trembling as her lover laved her nipples with soft, languid passes of his tongue. The careful licks sent pinpricks of bliss through her body. She twisted, fighting the blooming climax, wanting the pleasure to last longer.
“Sasuke.” she moaned, twining her fingers in his dark hair.
He rose, pressing his lips to hers, the mash of lips gentle, loving.
“I love you.” he murmured against her mouth.
“I love you too, Sasuke,” she whispered, “So much.”
Her legs twined his waist, tender hands sliding down his strong back as their lips met again. His tongue caressed hers, mouth sipping at her lips. Sakura shuddered, sighing into the passionate lip lock as orgasm flowed through her, release driving the tension from her muscles. She wrapped her arms around her lover, holding him through his own climax. Delicate muscles flexed in disappointment at the thin barrier of the condom separating her fluttering insides and heated semen.
They panted together, wrapping their arms around one another, basking in the after glow of mutual satisfaction.
Sakura stared up at the ceiling with heavy lidded eyes, her cooling body steeped in contentment. She chased the sensations, her mind holding fiercely to the tranquil moment. For several minutes, she basked within the illusion, soaked up the perfection of it, told herself that it was real.
That this was truly her life.
The muscles beneath her hands grew rigid, tension slowly creeping into the hard planes.
“Sakura-san.”
The low call of her name filled her with dread. On the heels of an incredible climax, it was enough to stamp out the afterglow.
“Yeah?” she answered.
“Can I…be myself now?”
The words burned her ears, the question launching her into a sea of shame and remorse.
“Yeah…” she murmured, red staining her cheeks.
They separated.
Sakura sat up, bringing the sheet around her naked breasts, face aflame.
A soft pop and a few tendrils of puffy white smoke ended her lover’s transformation jutsu, taking with it her illusion of a happy marriage and tender lovemaking. Dissolving the fantasy she’d been living in. It was easy in the heat of the moment, and with the face of her husband to pretend she had been making love with the dark Uchiha.
That she wasn’t stepping out on her marriage.
Most of the time, it was easy to pretend. When they met, rarely did he stay after to talk, choosing to remain transformed until well after she had fallen asleep, using that time to leave her with the fantasy; but in the last month, the two had began growing increasingly uncomfortable with the charade they’d started six months ago. At the time, it had been beneficial for them both. He had finally gotten to make love to the woman he loved and she had had the chance to make love with the husband she’d dreamed of. The mirage was beginning to fade, reality creeping into the strange relationship they’d entered.
Sakura wasn’t blind to the affection and contentment their arrangement produced, in fact, the near perfection of their bedroom play had only added to the discontent she felt in her marriage. The stark contrast between her two relationships often leaving her confused and weepy.
“Sakura-san.”
She took a breath, knowing what he wanted. Shame filled eyes meet his own, their watery emerald glint pleading for a reprieve.
Lee stared back at her with understanding and fierce determination.
He touched her hand, curling his larger palm around hers.
“You’re not happy with him,” Lee asserted, the statement so bold and certain she couldn't help but cringe inside, “I've watched you the last few years, since you married him...you've lost your smile...lost that happy spark you've always had but...when we're together, I can see it again, Sakura-san. You're happy, when we're together."
Sakura swallowed hard, throat working to choke back the denial in her throat.
"You aren't happy with him," he said again, staring her in the eyes as he did, "you haven't been for a long time. You don’t have to stay where you’re not happy. You can give us a chance."
A cold sweat broke over her skin.
"I know I said I didn’t mind dressing up…like him when we started but for once, I want it to be just me and you,” he urged, giving her hand a painless squeeze, "I want...I want a chance to show you that I can make you happy."
She looked down at the rumpled sheet, panic, discomfort settling like a rock in her chest. She took a calming breath, her mind reaching for the right words to convey her inner turmoil. Her brain was empty, any coherent thought obscured behind an emotional cloud.
“Lee,” she began, “I don’t think I can…”
This facade had been a way to ease her loneliness, to assuage her need for love and affection, the connection of lovemaking, the gentle touch of a man. The taijutsu expert was everything loving and affectionate, kind, considerate, words of love flowing so easily from his lips her drought ridden heart had nearly drowned in the beginning. Each time he merged his body with hers leaving her feeling beautiful and loved, cherished and fragile. The aching tenderness he used to stoke her to climax satisfying her physically and emotionally.
He was open and eager to bond with her.
Leaving her in no uncertainty of what he felt and how deeply he felt it.
He was sensitive and warm, everything she knew she wanted.
She gripped the rumpled bed sheet, bitterness gripping her chest.
Everything she wanted her husband to be.
Sadness dampened the piercing bitterness; she was disgusted with herself, for feeling how she felt. She couldn’t be upset with Sasuke for being himself and she’d known going in to their union the amount of baggage he brought with him, the emotional distance he maintained naturally. And yet she’d thought, had hoped she could melt the ice around his heart, to pull his emotions to the surface and keep them there.
“I like you,” she continued, “You know that but I…Sasuke and I-
“What is it about him?” Lee pressed, dark eyes distraught, “Why stay when it makes you unhappy?”
Pain seized her heart.
His were questions similar to those she asked herself when she was alone in their empty marriage bed or when the two sat across the breakfast table and didn’t know what to say.
She’d chased him since she was a little girl.
Had shed blood and tears when he left.
Even went as far to try and stain her own hands with his blood when she though he’d lost himself completely.
But through it all.
Questions plagued her mind.
What was it about him that she loved? At what point, what single occurrence of significance had pushed her from childhood crush to full blown love? Anxiety tingled across her skin, emerald eyes moistening as she racked her brain for a response to her internal question.
Why did she love Sasuke?
xxxxxx
May 27, 2011

Sakura stole a peek at the grim form beside her as her stomach tied itself into tight knots. Therapy had been her idea, she'd pushed for this appointment and insisted it would be good for their marriage but as she sat in the small, pleasantly decorated waiting room she couldn’t help but feel she wanted to be anywhere else in the world but here. The hushed atmosphere and mint colored walls did little to promote calm inside her rapidly beating heart. She still believed professional counseling would help them deal with the problems plaguing their relationship but she also knew, in settings like this, ugly truths and bottled up hurt could and most likely would erupt in the course of healing.
She was worried about what he would say…what she might be pushed to admit.
She’d agonized all week about the choice she could make here today.
Whether or not she could come clean about the affair she’d been having for half a year.
Sakura swallowed, cold sweat beading her forehead.
Could she open her mouth and tell him the truth?
The thought alone was enough to send her into a panic. How could she sit here and tell him that she was…seeing someone on the side? She didn’t even have the guts to tell her best friend. For months she'd struggled to confide in Ino about her illicit relationship, desperately wanting the experienced woman’s advice on what to do but when the time came, she clammed up. Her lips unwilling, unable to form the words. If she couldn’t come clean with her friend, what chance did she have in speaking the truth to the man she’d sworn fidelity to?
Sakura stole another worried glance at the silent Uchiha, startled and unnerved to see his dark eyes turned her way.
The inky depth were shielded, projecting that reserved, nearly emotionless flat line she’d come to resent. It always made her feel shut out, disconnected, even rebuffed. As though he didn’t want her privy to his inner thoughts, that he wasn’t willing to share his feelings even with his wife.
She took note of her response.
Recognized she hadn’t always felt that way about the look.
The remote glance used to make her heart beat with excitement, used to tantalize her with the mystery they held. Now, two years into their marriage, she found the standoffish look discouraging and sometimes hurtful.
“Having second thoughts?” he asked, reading her discomfort.
She shook her head, unable to trust herself to speak.
“Mr. and Mrs. Uchiha.”
Her heart skipped, eyes skating to the woman standing in the doorway leading to the individual counseling rooms. Sasuke stood up next to her, offering his hand to her. She took it, praying he wouldn’t mention the dampness of her palm, the slight tremor it held.
It wasn’t just her own secrets she worried about.
The possibility that she wasn’t the only one holding back devastating truths that could ruin their marriage made her nauseous.
xxxxxx
“So tell me, what would you say is the main issues in your marriage. Sakura, we’ll start with you.”
Sasuke looked over at his pink haired wife, mildly interested in what would come from her mouth. She’d been acting off today, nervous and shifty, stealing glances at his face when she thought he wasn’t paying attention. The former rogue had been highly aware of the woman next to him the moment they’d stepped foot into the office. She seemed worried, her brows furred as she battle with some internal conflict he wasn’t privy to and one she didn’t seem inclined to share.
The counselor spoke again when she hesitated.
“Go ahead, Sakura, we’ve agreed this is an open space for honest feelings and concerns. Right, Sasuke?”
Sasuke glanced over at the woman seated across from them. The blonde woman stared back at him with calmly assessing blue orbs behind small square glasses. With her long sleeved, white blouse, gray business casual skirt and waist long ponytail situated neatly atop the crown of her head, their marriage counselor, Isako Yamanaka presented an air of professionalism that meshed well with the subdued, tranquil inducing blue and lime furnishings of the room.
Minutes after friendly introductions, a short rundown of when they’d gotten married and for how long, she’d began asking questions in an effort to find the crux of their discontent.
Sasuke nodded silently, turning his gaze back to his wife.
His normally, go-getter significant other was wavering. Her uncertainty reminiscent of a certain dark haired Hyuuga. It was oddly disconcerting to watch, considering the two females were night and day. Sakura had always had an air of confidence around her, even if it were false at times, she would hardly let it be known.
“Communication,” she said finally straightening her spine, “for starters, and I don’t think we spend enough time together. Lack of affection is another.”
Her comments were hardly surprising to him. It was the same, but much shorter list of grievances she’d brought up to him before.
“Okay, communication, affection and time,” Isako acknowledged, “Sasuke, what about you? What would you say the main issues are?”
Sasuke held back a grimace. He found the entire dynamic uncomfortable. Sharing his thoughts and feelings were hard enough with his knuckle headed best friend, but to do so here and now, with a stranger watching none the less was bordering on intolerable. Unease prickled his skin, though he opened his mouth despite the discomfort settling over him.
“Understanding,” he admitted, “Patience and lack of acceptance.”
Sakura shifted next to him.
Turning, Isako reached for the laptop on the low, chocolate colored coffee table between them. She opened the device and began typing.
“And which of the main issues are the most important to you?” she asked.
“Communication.” Sakura murmured.
“Acceptance.” Sasuke replied.
“Sakura, tell me why you feel communication is the strongest problem in your relationship.”
“When we talk, that’s all we do is talk. Meaningless words, small talk, almost like…strangers. There’s no intimacy involved, no real depth of connection. I don’t feel like we’re getting any closer to knowing each other better. I always feel like he’s holding back and I know its something he’s gotten used to doing but we’re married, we’ve been married two years, we should be able to share our feeling with each other by now. He tells Naruto more than he does me and that hurts.”
Sasuke didn’t refute the charge.
He did feel more comfortable bearing his soul to the blonde more than anyone, even his own wife. The bond the two men shared was something he’d tried to explain to his saddened wife on several occasions.
But trying to tell her that the unmitigated, unwavering acceptance that had held fast in the Uzumaki’s blue depths over the years played a huge part in the trust he felt with the other male without the statement implying that her own eyes were less accepting, was a road that often lead to blistering arguments, broken furniture, and tears.
Isako typed a few words before turning her gaze to him.
“And you Sasuke?” she questioned.
Discontent with being put on the spot again, he took a breath and forced his lips to move. If they were going to save their marriage, he needed to be willing to put himself in uncomfortable spots of reflection and honesty.
“I don’t believe she’s reconciled the reality of me with the image she’s had of me since childhood.”
The unfiltered honesty of the words were ones he’d wanted to bring up in the mist of their arguments for a while now. He’d held back in the interest of defusing tension and ending arguments but now, if she was willing to hear it, he was willing to say it.
“Who I am and who she wants me to be are two different people.”
The silence of the room was suffocating. He could feel the tension in the body of the woman seated next to him on the plush, lime couch and waited for the explosion, hoping she wouldn’t toss him and the couch through the nearest window.
“That’s not fair, Sasuke,” she negated testily, “you’re making it seem like I’m caught up in some fantasy. I’m not. I’m painfully aware that you’re not the same as you were when we were kids and maybe I didn’t know you all that well when we were in the Academy but I spent as much time with you on Team 7 as Naruto did, any illusions I might have held about you as a young girl are long gone.”
She moved, facing him on the sofa.
“I’m not asking you to be somebody else but I think we’ve known each other long enough for you to open up a little.”
Irritation needled his gut.
They both clearly had different definitions of ‘openness’. There were things he’d shared with her that had left him feeling exposed, situations where he’d forced himself to speak up when his initial instinct had been to clam up. Instances where the harsh, ugly emotions he revealed were met with little understanding and undercurrents of scorn from the woman next to him. His attachment to the decimated Uchiha Clan was a continued source of contention. She didn’t understand the importance of the bits and pieces he shared, was unable to make sense of his loyalty to a Clan that was all but extinct. At times, she’d bring up his past mistakes, throwing his previous thirst for revenge in his face, asking if clinging to the Uchiha name had ever done him any good. The words were often spoken from a place of hurt and frustration and he tried not to take them to heart but when she accused him of not being “open” and in the next instance ridiculed the little he did share, it was hard not to resent the assertion and the pinkette making them.
When he was open and spoke about his inner thoughts, they didn’t seem to satisfy the expectations she had. Everything that came out of his mouth was wrong, seemed to make her angry instead of drawing them closer. His wife wasn’t prepared for the raw, unedited darkness that continued to eat away at his soul years later.
Exacerbated by his current fight for a pardon.
He didn’t know what she wanted.
Didn’t know if she even knew what she wanted.
Isako typed a moment before looking up at the silent Uchiha and quietly fuming female.
“Openness is a big issue for you, Sakura,” Isako stated, “Can you tell us what it is that you think he’s holding back? What specifically are you looking for when you talk?”
“Normal stuff,” Sakura said, throwing her hands up, “I’m not looking for anything special, just the things normal couples share. I never know what he’s feeling or what he’s thinking and when I ask him, he gives short answers and I feel like I’m bothering him.”
“But what constitutes as normal?” Isako challenged gently, “Every couple is different, every person is different and everyone’s normal is different. We live through life in unique ways, we go through experiences that changes and shape us. Maybe some of what Sasuke expressed has some truth to it. Perhaps you have built an image of him that’s not necessarily reality and that’s okay. We all form images of people that may not necessarily mesh with who they are but when we recognize that maybe we’ve made a mistake, the best way to rectify it is to correct that distortion in favor of a clearer view.”
Isako turned blue eyes to him.
“Sasuke, you seem to want acceptance for who you are, but make sure you know who that is. I’m familiar with your history, and I understand how uncomfortable, even intimidating it can be to give more than you’re comfortable giving but its important to push your own limits. Distancing yourself from others, holding in hurt, past and present only hollows the soul. There’s more to you than your past and past mistakes. Healing those wounds takes time and its a hard thing to do, but certainly not impossible.”
She addressed them both.
“Compromise, meeting in the middle, and not only listening but processing fully what’s being said will help guide you both to a path of clarity in what you both want and need in your marriage. Sakura, the small piece he gives you may seem unsatisfactory, but they still hold value. Be careful that you don’t dismiss his feelings in pursuit of answers that you think are more meaningful. And Sasuke, take into consideration the hurt Sakura must feel that you aren’t comfortable confiding in her. Give her a chance to be the confidante you need. Its easy to shut people out, but it not only hurts them, but you as well.”
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So I absolutely apologize for the long ass wait time but shit was getting crazy on my end. I was really depressed for a few days after Thanksgiving. My brother passed back in May and this was the first major holiday without him and I was feeling some type of way about it. After that, my maternal grandmother had another stroke and needed someone to take care of her and most of the family said hell to the no, lol. She’s a terrible person, has been for as long as I can remember but some how, I got roped into helping her so that’s where I’ve been this past week. She’s driving me up the wall already.
Updates might be a bit sporadic for a hot minute while things get settled but hopefully I can get back to my weekly schedule.
Next chapter is more therapy for Uchiha couple, Naruto show casing more of his purchases, Hinata making her own demands known, some Shika/Tema action and Ino sits down to chit chat with Hinata about some…stuff XD
Update: Got a revew from DevilHeart435 and figured I'd address it. You're correct Lee can't use ninjutsu, however, he's not using ninjutsu. Next chapter is when that's elabortated on, its tied into how Sakura/Lee got started in the first place.
KitsuneLover05- Sorry about the wait! Hope you enjoyed the chapter.
Ruku- Kiba is passive for now, that may change later.
red demon- Hope you enjoyed the clamps and I’m glad you liked the last chapter! More items to come from Naruto’s online shopping as well as Hinata’s.
redlox- He’s perving, lol.
JJ- I always get such detailed and thorough reviews from you and its awesome! Thank you! I think I’ll do another Shika/Tema scene in the coming chapter and of course we’ll see more items come into play. What’d you think about Sakura’s lover? Was it who you expected? Thanks for sharing your thoughts with me!
That’s all I have for now. Hope you enjoyed the chapter and I’ll see you all in the next one.
Laters
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