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“WHERE IS MY WIFE?”

♡ — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: curses & curse users have discovered satoru’s greatest weakness, and it’s you, satoru’s sweet, ordinary housewife. after getting kidnapped by gojo’s enemies, he’ll do whatever it takes to get you back.

♡ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: 18+ only - mdni - slightly dark content // brief smut, fem reader, feral gojo, canon-typical violence, reader gets kidnapped, reader is wounded/has injuries, angst, fluff/comfort

♡ — 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 5K

♡ —𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: I’d count grains of sand if it meant I could spend one minute alone with feral gojo (:

As evening fell, and after a delicious dinner was eaten at the dining table downstairs, Satoru was in the mood for something else now — you.

His pretty housewife would be his dessert.

The apple pie you baked was sitting on the dark marbled counter of the kitchen island, two big slices missing — and the vanilla ice cream tub in the freezer had, of course, two hefty spherical digs in it where the cold treat was scooped out — but, even after his stomach was stuffed after a hard day of fighting curses and teaching his students, Satoru’s head was buried in between your soft thighs, satisfying his other craving.

As your husband moaned softly, his tongue danced around your aching clit. His large hand massaged your thigh. The moonlight pouring in through the big bedroom window shined upon his wedding ring, making it glisten as he rubbed your delicate skin.

“I’ll never get tired of tasting you,” Satoru smiled a bit, his warm breath patting against your wet folds.

“You were made just for me. God, I love it. I love you.”

Two long fingers sunk into your awaiting hole. He attached his soft lips to your clit, sucking on it.

One of your hands gripped at the luxurious pale-cerulean sheets, while your other hand gripped his hair, fingers getting lost in his white locks.

“Satoru!” A sharp moan escaped your dried throat.

Every little noise you made — every moan, every squeak of the thick mattress — it all boasted his desire to please you.

He didn’t stop his licking-sucking-fingering combo until your legs were trembling around his head and he was satisfied with tasting your juices.

Only after devouring your pussy like a starving man feasting on a buffet-style dinner did he rise from his position and make his way across the bed, hovering over you.

With a smile, Satoru leaned down and planted a soft kiss against your lips. But, when he pulled away, he was met with an amused look of disgust.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, furrowing his brows a bit.

“You just kissed me after eating me out,” you said with a little, playful grimace. “That’s nasty.”

“Mrs. Gojo, I mean this in the most respectful way possible, but hush.” Satoru lightly tapped your forehead. “You have swallowed plenty of my-”

“Ah, ah, ah,” shaking your head, you cut off your husband’s naughty sentence, pressing your hand against his lips.

The corners of your mouth burned as you tried to fight off a smile. His latest affectionate nickname was Mrs. Gojo — although it truly wasn’t a nickname due to it technically being your name now — and at every given opportunity, he addressed you that way.

Even after two years of marriage, he was as excited as a freshly wedded man. Your love was a never-ending honeymoon.

You stared into Satoru’s striking blue eyes. He darted his gaze across your gorgeous face, illuminated by the moonlight, and as you ran your fingers through his white hair and he ran his thumb across your cheek, both of you close enough to feel the gentle pats of each other’s breaths on your mesmerizing faces, you both fell in love with each other just a bit more — if that was even possible.

“Can I fuck you now?”

Satoru’s question made a sudden chuckle spilled out from between your lips. He couldn’t help but laugh too.

“You’re a buffoon. I’m trying to admire your beauty and that’s what you open your mouth to say?” You playfully frowned.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard a human being call another human being a buffoon out loud before.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes humorously. “We need to do our skincare routine first. We have to do it an hour before we go to bed or else we might just rub all the product off. I read that somewhere.”

“Why didn’t we do it before we got into bed in the first place?” Satoru buried his head in the crook of your neck, pouting, but taking a moment to press a little kiss onto your skin.

“Because you were acting as if you were dying of poison and eating me out was the antidote, so I forgot.” you giggled softly.

“Fine, fine,” your husband slowly rolled off of you in defeat. “Skincare routine, nothing more. Please don’t start trying to organize the bath towels.”

“I’m not making any promises,” you said, getting out of bed and following Satoru into the master bathroom.

There, you and your husband stood in front of the big mirror, cleansing and moisturizing your skin as you both chatted about his students, a movie you watched three days ago, and your breakfast plans in the morning.

And it was those sweet little moments that made Satoru’s heart skip a beat. As he flickered his eyes over to your reflection, watching your smother smooth white cream all over your face as you rambled on about a new egg recipe, he couldn’t help but think about how much he loved you.

—

6:00 A.M.

That night ended with soft sex and gentle kisses.

That morning, Satoru’s white eyelashes fluttered open to the early morning sun starting to rise, casting rays through the drawn window curtains and across his comforter.

He squinted his eyes and yawned.

Typically, he was the sort of man who would never wake up at the ungodly hour if he could help it, but the tantalizing aroma of fresh coffee and sizzling eggs had traveled from the kitchen downstairs to right underneath his nose.

Tossing on his blue houseboat, the grumpy-faced man dragged himself into the kitchen, greeting you with a slightly gruff morning voice and a messy head of hair.

“Good morning, baby,” Satoru walked around the kitchen island and loosely wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind. “How’d you sleep? I had a nightmare.”

With a spatula in one hand, you flipped the omelet in the skillet on the six-burner stove. With the other hand, you rubbed his arm, enjoying the warmth his hovering hug had brought.

“I slept alright,” you said. “Did the smell wake you up?”

“Always does,” he smiled lazily although you couldn’t see it.

“Well, your drink’s ready,” you gave a nod in the general direction of the silver espresso machine, which hummed as it brewed Satoru’s steamy beverage.

“I don’t deserve you,” Satoru’s arms hugged you tighter, and he showered the side of your head with kisses.

“Stop it,” your sweet laughter only egged him on as you clenched the spatula and leaned back against him even more. “No fooling around when we’re this close to the stove.”

Satoru eventually backed away after giving you one final kiss against your forehead temple.

“If all goes well, I should be back home tomorrow before dark, then we can check out that new restaurant. What do you say? I personally think it’s time for a date.”

The image of you and Satoru sipping on wine and as you wore your favorite dress flashed in your mind, and you smiled. A date night was certainly something to look forward to in light of Satoru’s overnight trip.

Sorcering duties had often taken him on distant work trips. Truth be told, you were lucky his departure would only last around twenty-four hours and not twenty-four days. Although you missed him whenever he would leave, you understood his choice of career. He was a hero.

You happened to be an ordinary human being. You couldn’t see curses. You couldn’t use cursed energy or cursed techniques, but you were fine with that.

“A date sounds fun! I’m excited now.” You took the omelet out of the skillet and placed it on a nearby plate. “And we’re making time to try out that new pottery class too. It sounds like such a cute date idea, don’t you think so?”

“I’m with you. I’ll make the reservations for the restaurant, you can schedule us for pottery-making.” This time, he was the one blissfully picturing you and him spinning messy clay with him sitting behind you and reaching around your body for the pottery wheel, your fingers intertwined as you both created a pot. Satoru smiled at the thought. “Anyway, now that you’re done cooking, can I kiss you?”

You nodded with a cheeky grin, and your husband pressed his lips against yours sweetly.

It was as if some part of him was frightened that he would never get the opportunity to kiss you again.

—

8:37 P.M.

The bright light far above your head flickered briefly as you stood in the pasta aisle at your local grocery store, but you hadn’t noticed it, too fixated on the different brands of spaghetti noodles lying on the shelf above you.

Shopping at night wasn’t preferable, but only after tossing together a simmering pan of sauce did you realize you hadn’t started boiling your noodles yet.

And, with your pot of simmering water ready, you opened the cabinet to see no noodles.

So, here you were, making a last-minute, unplanned trip to the grocery store.

By now, the only sort of pasta noodles left were the ones that a person of average height couldn’t reach. Every box was too high.

You turned your head to the left and to the right.

You even bothered to walk down a few aisles to search for an employee or anyone who might have been tall enough to reach your needed item, but the only other person staggering around was an older blonde-haired woman who was shorter than you were.

Frowning in frustration, you returned to the pasta aisle.

If you had to climb the shelves, so be it.

Suddenly, a kind voice spoke over the calming public-friendly background music playing softly in the store.

“Need some help?”

Whipping your head around, you saw a person — a taller person, thank goodness — who had a smile that was just as sweet as his voice.

“Yes, thank you!” You found that his grin was rather contagious, as you ended up smiling as well. “I just need the spaghetti noodles on the top shelf. Any brand will do.”

The beaming man with long, dark hair stepped forward, and you moved to the side, letting the apparent hero save your day.

He pulled down your desired spaghetti noodles with ease.

“Thanks for your help. My spaghetti sauce won’t go to waste now,” you said politely.

Your eyes darted up to the stitched scar across his forehead, then quickly, you glanced away.

“You’re welcome. Have a good night.”

The man walked down the aisle and left.

There was something familiar about him, oddly enough.

That hair . . . that smile . . .

He reminded you of an old, deceased friend of Satoru’s, one that you hadn’t ever met due to his villainous behavior before his death, but you had seen an old picture of him that he and your husband took during their second year at Jujutsu High, years ago.

As you placed the pasta noodles into your cart, making your way around different aisles to collect a few more items since you were already at the store, you decided that you’d take another look at that photograph once you arrived home, just for peace of mind.

The brown paper bag stuffed with groceries felt rather heavy as you walked down the street, which was brightened by light pouring out of the windows of local businesses that hadn’t yet closed.

You sighed softly.

The dark sky was sparkling with stars. The air was cool and comforting. Soon, you’d have pasta, and perhaps, you’d watch a few episodes of your favorite binge-worthy Netflix show.

If only Satoru was with you.

Chatting with him on the phone a few hours ago only made you miss him even more, but, at least his trip would be a quick one, and soon, you could have dinner with him and listen to his hilarious commentary as you watched television together.

After walking for around five minutes, you were no longer close to the local businesses that made you feel a sense of comfort during your evening stroll.

Now, you had to rely on the occasional streetlight to guide you home.

But that cold air was no longer comforting. It was a chilling breeze that made you clench your grocery bag a bit tighter.

Your footsteps suddenly halted — you could hear something moving in the nearby bushes.

Turning around, you were greeted with nothing but darkness and streetlights. No one else was with you. You kept walking.

However, something wasn’t right.

You might not have been a sorcerer, but you weren’t a fool.

And you had a gut-wrenching feeling that right now, as your wobbly legs guided you home, you were being watched.

You heard that noise again.

The grocery bag crinkled against your chest. You were certain that the bread you purchased was squished by now. If someone was following you, did you really want to unintentionally lead them to your home?

Where should you go? What should you do?

A tear rolled down your cheek from fear.

You were scared. You only wanted to go home, finish your pasta, and watch television.

You didn’t want to deal with such a potentially terrifying situation.

Pulling out your phone, you opened your dial screen.

Your trembling thumb hovered over the buttons, but before you could press anything, a black, disfigured curse appeared in front of you, screeching loudly enough to make you drop everything in your hands and cover your ears, more tears falling as the horrifying monster started to charge at you.

You tried to run in the other direction, but it was too late.

The last thing you saw before you were engulfed by darkness was that man from the grocery store standing on the sidewalk, that same sweet smile on his familiar face.

—

12:27 A.M.

Satoru’s eyes snapped open. He couldn’t remember falling asleep, as he had spent most of the night tossing and turning because you weren’t lying next to him. But, apparently, he did manage to catch a couple of hours of shut-eye.

When he awakened, there was a terrible ache in his heart. Dread pooled in the pit of his stomach, and beads of sweat decorated his forehead. His throat was dried to a crisp.

He was all alone in his dark hotel room.

He couldn’t hear you.

He couldn’t see you.

And yet, somehow, someway, thanks to his great power, he knew that his wife was calling for him.

—

The overwhelming scent of old, wet, musky wood and dust would never be forgotten by your memory. A lifetime of therapy would never be able to erase the paralyzing fear you felt, sitting on the cold, hard ground of an abandoned cabin with your hands bound behind your back.

Maybe the fear wasn’t completely paralyzing, though. Your body seemed to tremble with terror just fine.

The sight of it made Suguru Geto — no, Kenjaku chuckle.

He kept his eye on you for no other reason besides his entertainment, as watching you himself was pointless considering he had two frightening curses looming over you.

Once, Satoru shared a fun fact with you: regular human beings cannot see curses unless they are about to die.

That fact was certainly interesting when the two of you were strolling through the beautiful park, a red and white striped blanket in your hand and a picnic basket in his. But, now, that fact only made sweat drip off of your scarred forehead, because you could see the two, black, disfigured curses.

It was a telltale sign that you could die.

“I haven’t had the displeasure of meeting him myself,” Kenjaku suddenly spoke, relaxing in a chair he had positioned a few feet away from the corner you were trapped in. “But I have seen memories of Satoru Gojo that belonged to this body I’ve inhabited. And, I must say, I couldn’t imagine that his wife would be such a weakling. It’s truly pathetic.”

Even if you wanted to reply to him, fear had snatched away your ability to speak. It created a lump in your throat that couldn’t be swallowed down.

“My best guess is that he needs someone boring and ordinary in his life to keep house while he’s busy saving the world. You’re just the cook and maid with a ring on her finger, hm?”

“He loves me.”

Your voice was small — it was a painfully perfect reflection of how you felt on the inside. Weak and pathetic.

“Oh?” Kenjaku raised his eyebrows, smiling slightly. “Believe it or not, I hope you’re right, or else kidnapping you was a waste of time.”

Your chains rattled as you shifted in your spot on the floor, scooting as far into the corner as you could get. An ache shot up your spine from the wall pressing into your back. Pulling your knees to your chest, more tears slipped from your eyes.

“Aw, don’t cry,” he falsely cooed. “Surely you’ve wondered why the world’s strongest sorcerer would settle for someone who forgets to double-check all of their ingredients before they start cooking, haven’t you? It’s not because of love, or anything of the sort. It’s because those who are deeply insecure would do anything to please anyone who looks their way. Only an ordinary, desperate housewife with low self-esteem and no ambition would waste time caring for a man who risks his life saving strangers. What would make you think he cares for you when he spends more time with curses than his own wife? Helping strangers more than his own family? Think about it.”

Kenjaku’s hurtful words were met with silence, but he didn’t stop speaking.

“I bet you’re nothing but a burden to him. Someone like him probably hates being tied down, but marrying a fool who contributes nothing to society is the only way he can get someone else to handle his laundry while he’s busy working hard, hm? He must carry around divorce papers, ready to serve them to you the day you forget to buy detergent from the grocery store.” Kenjaku’s smile brightened. “Oh, that reminds me. You dropped your detergent and other groceries on the road earlier, by the way. Looks like you’re useless now.”

“You . . .” your teary eyes flickered from him to the hovering curses. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. None of that’s true.”

“You have to believe that I’m speaking honestly, Y/N.” Kenjaku sighed with fake sincerity. “My entire plan rests on the hope that Satoru Gojo is foolish enough to try to rescue you. You see, when you want to lure someone out, the proper way to do it is by discovering their weaknesses. When I found out about you, I was hoping that you would be his weakness. That I could use you to lure him out. Then I met you, and, well, you’re simply disappointing. Sorry to break it to you, but I have memories of the old conversations Satoru used to have with Suguru, and being tied down to a powerless housewife was certainly not how he imagined his future. But, I figured I’d try anyway, and so here you are, and he’s not here to rescue you. What a shame. I bet he’s hoping I’ll kill you so he’ll be free.”

He was lying. He had to be. Satoru loved you more than anything . . . right?

The thought had crossed your mind before; why did Satoru want to be with someone powerless? And this villain’s plan to lure out your husband relied on his hope that he’d come to rescue you out of love, so how would it benefit him to convince you Satoru didn’t love you?

Maybe he was right.

After all, if Satoru cared for you, he would have saved you by now. Where was he?

You couldn’t help but cry even harder.

“Please let me go home,” your tears clouded your vision. “Please let me go.”

“Well, you should know that I hate wasting time,” Kenjaku rested his chin in the palm of his hand, elbow pressing into the arm of the chair he sat in. “I can’t let you leave. I won’t let the effort I put into kidnapping you be a total waste.”

Kenjaku’s smile widened, and suddenly, the curses started to move towards you.

—

1:45 A.M.

The subway station was isolated. No ordinary human beings were lurking around, and Satoru was relieved. Right now, he’d kill anyone who looked at him the wrong way.

His shoes gently shuffled against the ground as he made his way into the middle of the big, bright opening, and he clenched his fists, his nails digging into the skin of his palm, hard enough to draw blood.

Two special grade cursed spirits emerged. He recognized them both from a previous fight in the woods.

Volcano head. Asparagus.

“Satoru Gojo,” Jogo suddenly said. “We didn’t think you’d be foolish enough to-”

“Where is my wife?”

When Satoru interrupted the curse, his voice was low. Dark. Startling.

Blood dripped from his palms and splattered onto the ground.

“I was drawn here, but she isn’t here, is she? Where is she? Tell me now, and I’ll kill you quickly instead of slowly.”

Jogo chuckled a bit. Satoru dug his nails into his palm even more.

“Bring us the vessel, Yuji Itadori, and we’ll return that worthless-”

The two curses didn’t have time to blink — weren’t able to register in their minds that Satoru had moved from his previous spot until Jogo was lifted off of the ground and thrown into the flickering light fixture above, shattering it and causing sparks to rain down onto the ground below, where he then fell.

Satoru stepped on Jogo’s head, squishing it underneath his black shoe.

“I remember you. You’re stubborn, right?” Satoru gritted his teeth. “Who the hell do you think you are to take her from me? Whoever you work for must want you dead if they’re stupid enough to send you on a suicide mission. You think I’ll let you leave here alive after this?”

“If you kill us, you’ll never see her again,” the other cursed spirit, Hanami, suddenly spoke up. “Bring us the vessel, and she lives.”

When Satoru suddenly stopped moving, it was only to ensure that he had heard the cursed spirit correctly.

“Did you just threaten . . .” Satoru removed his blindfold, “to kill my wife?”

It was only a matter of time before the branches attached to Hanami’s head were ripped out, and Jogo was beheaded. The subway was reduced to nothing except crumbling walls and darkness. While the cursed spirits were teetering dangerously between life and death, there wasn’t a scratch on Satoru. Instead, there was a smile.

This was simply the consequence of their actions. This was what happened to anyone who laid a hand on his girl.

Hanami’s body was on the brink of collapse as it was forced to come in contact with Satoru’s cursed technique — a blue shield-like piece of infinity that distorted and manipulated both time and space, protecting the sorcerer from attacks and rendering Hanami powerless.

Hanami’s eyes darted over to their beheaded ally — they couldn’t help him.

“I’m going to ask you one last time,” Satoru’s eyes widened. His smile grew. He slowly turned, facing Hanami, and blasted him back against the nearest wall without lifting a finger. “Where is my wife?”

—

2:39 A.M.

Kenjaku had never understood the concept of love, and, perhaps, that was why he failed.

Satoru’s love for you was his weakness, that was true, but it also turned out to be his greatest strength, and this was a fight Kenjaku couldn’t win.

Not today.

One of his curses, which had been traveling to and fro to observe what was currently taking place in the subway station and reporting it back to Kenjaku, had informed him that Jogo and Hanami were on the brink of death.

He couldn’t lose them yet. They were too powerful, and he needed their help for his future plans.

Kenjaku left the cabin, taking his curses with him.

And, without their cursed energy purposely making it difficult for Satoru to find you, he was able to pinpoint your exact location.

It appeared in his powerful mind as he was ripping Hanami apart limb by limb, and he wasn’t a fool. He didn’t know who was behind all of this, but it was clear that the mastermind had suddenly decided to let your whereabouts be tracked down in order to save Hanami and Jogo.

He didn’t want to make that deal. He wanted to kill these two, bring them back to life, and kill them over again. Their pain brought him joy, all because they took part in your capture.

But Satoru didn’t want his bloodlust to backfire. After all, if he killed the cursed spirits now, the person who held you captive could change their mind and move you someplace else and hide your location yet again, or, worse — they could kill you.

That wasn’t a chance he was willing to take.

Satoru stopped using his technique. But, as he left the subway station, he promised himself that eventually, he would kill those two. He would kill anyone and everyone involved.

But you came first.

You would always come first.

—

He found you.

When Satoru kicked open the door belonging to a raggedy, abandoned cabin, the scent of blood overwhelmed him. It dirtied his boots as he kneeled by your side. Your unconscious, bleeding body was lying there, simply left on the ground as if you were nothing.

“Y/N . . .” Satoru called out breathlessly.

He took the chains off of you instantly, his bloodshot eyes darting over every gaping wound.

It was indescribable — the anger he felt. He wanted to return to the subway and finish off those cursed spirits, to make them suffer and suffer and suffer.

But tending to you took priority right now. Satoru scooped up your broken and bruised body, holding you as softly as he could. A tear fell from his eye, splattering against your cheek.

“I’ve got you, it’s okay,” he spoke gently.

Your eyelids fluttered as you awakened. An overwhelming sense of pain slammed into you once you regained consciousness, and hot tears streamed down your cheeks. Prior to this, the only pain you had ever known was the wholesome body ache from tripping and falling while playing outside with your friends as a child. But this level of misery took away your ability to speak. Left you wondering if you were going to die.

You could make out stains of your blood on Satoru’s clothes.

Even so, you could tell based on the pained look on his face that he was suffering even more just from seeing you in such a condition.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he mumbled, slowly getting off the ground as he carried you. “This is all my fault. They did this to you because of me. I’m so sorry.”

Satoru raised you a bit, gently pressing a soft kiss against your forehead.

He’d give anything to switch places with you right now — to be the one in unspeakable pain. Why couldn’t they have kidnapped him? Tortured him? If he had the power to take away your suffering and give it to himself, he would. For you, not only would he kill, but he’d die, repeatedly and without a second thought or a moment of hesitation.

As Satoru took you to the nearest hospital, his tears spilling onto your body, he said, “We’re almost there, okay? I promise I’ll make them pay for this, and no one will ever lay a hand on you again.”

Arriving into the uncomforting white halls of the emergency room, Satoru handed you off to the nurses and doctors who rushed up to him. But, before they placed you on the nearest stretcher, Satoru kissed your forehead once again as unconsciousness claimed you, and he whispered, “I love you, Y/N.”

—

10:02 A.M.

Two days later, you awakened in a hospital bed. This time, pain didn’t greet you, but grogginess and blurred vision. The gentle beeps from the nearby machines certainly didn’t help your pounding headache.

Your sight started to clear up after blinking a few times.

Soft strands of hair tickled your arm, and when you looked to your left, you saw Satoru slumped in a chair, his head resting in his arms on the side of your bed. You reached over and ruffled his messy white hair a bit.

He shot up, startled. His blue eyes were wide with alarm, then they softened with gratefulness, but, lastly, they darted down with sorrow.

“Y/N . . . thank god, you’re awake.” Satoru croaked out in his morning voice, clearing his throat a bit. He was dehydrated — too focused on your recovery to worry about himself. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m so . . .”

Satoru got out of his chair, sat on the side of your bed, and leaned over, resting the side of his head against your chest.

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated.

“It’s not your fault,” you mumbled weakly. “It’s mine.”

Satoru pulled his head away from you, staring at you with furrowed brows and a confused gaze.

“What? No, it’s not.”

You couldn’t find the courage to look him in the eye. Kenjaku’s words replayed in your mind. They hurt just as much as getting attacked by curses.

As if reading your thoughts, Satoru cupped your chin, turning your head back in his direction.

“Look at me,” he said. “What happened wasn’t your fault. I know what you’re thinking, and I don’t care if you can’t fight curses-”

“You’re just saying that . . . because I’m kinda useful to you. But I’m easily replaceable. Speaking honestly, I’m a burden. You had to come save my life, and put yourself in danger. I’m not worth it.”

“You think I married you because you’re useful?” Hurt flashed in Satoru’s piercing eyes. “I’m in love with you, and you’ll never be a burden. I don’t care if you can’t fight curses. You’re my wife for a reason, and that’s because there’s nothing greater than seeing you get excited over finding your favorite snack at the grocery store or seeing the way you smile when your favorite scene from a show comes on, and you sit there and watch it as if you haven't seen it a thousand times. I love the way your eyes light up when you find a new activity in town for us to try, or a new book to read, or a new recipe. God, I just . . . I love you. I love you more than anything. I don’t know how you’re able to put up with someone like me. Every day I wonder how I got so lucky because I don’t deserve you. You’re too good for me, and I haven’t met anyone as loving as you are. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Do you understand me? I’d kill and die for you.”

Satoru gently wiped away the tear that fell from your eyes with his thumb.

“I love you too,” you smiled softly, leaning into his touch. “I’m sorry we missed our dinner reservations and the pottery class.”

Satoru couldn’t help but lean in and kiss your cheek.

“I’ve already rescheduled two weeks out.”

Moving away from your cheek, your husband softly kissed your lips. And while he had spent time rescheduling your date night and making sure you were receiving the excellent care you deserved while in the hospital, he was also hard at work, tracking down the monsters that dared to lay a hand on you.

He would make them suffer.

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𐙚 🪷 TRUTH OR DRINK katsuki bakugou .ᐟ

⋆˙ᝰ about ! “you love me, you take care of me. that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever done f'me." with the release of your husband's newest album and the announcement for his latest tour, the two of you are invited on set to film a special kind of promotional video for newlyweds. hopefully, this married couple leave without a hangover. ( 4.8K )

warnings ! minors blank and ageless blogs do not interact. sfw, fluff, suggestive, angst if you squint, celebrity!au, all characters are aged up to 20s, mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, drinking, newlyweds, exes, some family issues, long-distance, idol!bakugou, fem + model!reader - not beta read!

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“fuck, we’re really doing this, huh?”

across from you, katsuki bakugou shifts uncomfortably  — ruby red eyes darting around the plain white set. studio lights glare from all directions, illuminating the slight sweat that beads at the blonde’s hairline. artificial lighting, bright and made to capture everything, refracts of the pearling perspiration and almost creates the illusion of a halo around the crown of your partner’s head. almost as if he’s an angel.

reaching over the small table that the producers have set up between you both, you grasp at katsuki’s rough fingers, toying with them as if to test the waters before you hold them fully — once he’s comfortable enough to accept your physical affection. his palms are warm and a little sweaty, but that doesn’t stop you from giving them a gentle squeeze. 

“it’ll be fun,” you whisper, keeping your voice low and calm as the production crew continues to contrastingly flit around you in preparation for the shoot. “and it’ll be great promo for your album!” lifting his hands, you press a kiss to the blonde’s knuckles as though you’re sealing a promise, ensuring that they’re not empty. you smile reassuringly and bakugou returns it awkwardly, drawing back just a tad when a member of production sheepishly approaches the table to set down three different bottles of alcohol, two shot glasses and a pitcher of pineapple and coconut juice as your mixer of choice. 

glass bottles of whisky, rum, and vodka glit under the white light too.

“we can back out at anytime,” comes your soft reminder once the crew member retreats to check the sound mic and cameras along with some other staff. “i want you to be comfortable.” 

bakugou shakes his head, this time, bringing the backs of your hands to his lips — pale blonde lashes fluttering as he shuts away ruby framed eyes and takes a breath to calm himself. “wanna do it. like y’said it’ll be good. fun.” when he opens his eyes again, he’s looking at you with a toothy smirk that never fails to send a shiver down your spine and butterflies in a flurry through your tummy. “besides, we haven’t been able t’do somethin’ like this together in a while.” 

nothing beats your grin after that and with a few more touch ups to your make up ( the both of you ) — you’re ready to begin filming. 

“okay guys!” the director on set claps their hands. “wanna start us off? who are you and what are you doing here today?” 

you give katsuki’s hands one last comforting squeeze before his crimson gaze slinks towards the camera that’s now rolling, fixating on its blinking red light as it matches his stare. “‘m katsuki bakugou ‘nd this is my wife,” he juts his head over to you gently, muttering your name with love laced between each of its syllables. 

you too turn to face the camera, award winning smile settling gracefully on your lips. “and today we’re playing truth or drink!” you squirm excitedly. “we’re really happy to be here! thank you for having us!” 

“i’m not.” 

“katsuki!” 

with a laugh behind the camera, the producer speaks again. “so, you’re some pretty special guests. what do you guys do? how long have you two been married?”

bakugou rolls his eyes at the enthusiasm. “i’m a singer-songwriter slash idol or whatever you wanna call it…and i’m on tour right now. so buy my album or you’re shit.” 

“and i’m a fashion model slash content creator. we’ve been together for like…five years? married for half a year? a year?” musing out loud, you switch your gaze from the camera to katsuki — letting him know with your eyes that he’s doing a great job.

“eight months, three weeks ‘n two days.” he corrects you seriously, causing sweet laughter to bubble up on your lips. 

“sorry, folks. eight months, three weeks and two days.”  you retort jokingly. bakugou rolls eyes ruby framed eyes again.

“okay, so still pretty new. let’s start with a shot, shall we?”

ever the gentlemen, your husband  pours you a decently sized shot using a drink he knows you like without even asking. he even tops it off with a mixer because he knows that sometimes you can’t get past a bitter aftertaste if the alcohol is too strong. once done with yours, he fills up his own glass before clinking it against yours — both of you knocking back the shot with practised ease. 

“god, that shit’s strong.” the pale blonde grimaces. 

despite having a facial expression to match, you somehow make light of the situation. “really puts hairs on your chest, doesn’t it, kats?”

“you like my tits naked and juicy, shut the hell up,” smirking cockily, katsuki slides your shot glasses to the side and toys with the stacked white question cards in front of him. “her words not mine.” 

“anyways…first card please.” 

doing as he’s told, katsuki flips the first card over — skimming the letters written in bold on the other side before he slams it back down. “‘m takin’ a shot.” 

the shoot has barely begun and you already find yourself bursting into fits of adoring, amused giggles. “no! it’s not even your question to answer! you have to read it, it’s the first card!” you whine playfully.

“alright, fine,” flipping the card over again with a dejected air about him, bakugou announces the question to both you and the camera. “when was the last time we had sex and where did it happen?” 

“oh god.” you pinch your brow.

“told ya. no shots, it’s the first card. y’gotta answer it, babe.” bakugou teases as he casts the card aside, leaning back in his chair slow and sexy like while he watches you hungrily. it’s like making you embarrassed has made him forget that he’s on camera. 

sighing through your nose, you pout at the camera and producers who watch eagerly. “on the way here.” 

“on the way to this shoot? oh my god!” 

“yes! omg. shut up, this is so embarrassing. katsuki don’t laugh!” you practically wail as the set bursts out into laughter. “god, okay. it was on the way here and in the back of the SUV with the partition up. don’t ask me how we had time. katsuki always makes time.” 

said katsuki wiggles two fingers towards the camera knowingly and chokes back a raspy chuckle when you frown in response, scooping up your own card. “next question,” your say as your gaze skims the card. “who is your least favourite parent in law? oooh, spicy.” 

“definitely her dad,” your husband points a thumb in your direction without hesitation but mouths his words straight into the camera. “you’re a piece of shit by the way.” 

the producer pipes in. “can we elaborate?”

“my dad was never the most supportive of my career…but claims everything i have is because of him. it sucks, he's a narcissist and we don’t really speak because of it.” you answer truthfully, attempting to shrug the weight of your familial situation off. you know that most girls dream of having their father walk them down the aisle on their wedding day…but it’s just not in the cards for you. sensing your anger, your hurt and your pain beginning to rise to the surface, katsuki takes the card from you and grasps at your hand — eyebrows raised earnestly into his hairline while he checks to see if you’re okay. a small, wistful smile plays at your lips and you give your partner a gentle nod. “it’s okay though, my mum, mitsuki and masaru have been great parents. katsuki’s mum and dad kept me grounded throughout our engagement, pretty much designed all of my wedding outfits. they were all custom.” 

“outfits? as in multiple?” 

“ah yes! mitsuki insisted that i had changes throughout the day.” you beam, a giddiness replacing any negative emotion you once felt. your future mother in law had done everything in her power to make you feel like a princess on your wedding day — to this day it made you feel extremely grateful for your positive relationship with bakugou’s family.

“they still fuckin’ spoil her, ma styles her for a lot shoots,” the blonde scoffs but the adoration dancing in the almost brown flecks of his carmine eyes tell a different story. “no seriously, ma ‘n pa love you so much. you’re like the daughter they never had.” 

“aw, that’s so cute. i’ll cry.” 

katsuki’s turn to pick a card rolls around again, but he doesn’t let go of your hand the entire time — index finger toying with your engagement ring. “what’s was the most stressful part about planning a wedding?” he reads. “oh, definitely the micromanaging from other people. shit pissed me off,” your husband answers almost straight away, already preparing to fix himself a shot when the producer asks him to elaborate. 

he shakes his head and the producer turns to you. “our managers thought that they could have a say in our ceremony since it was like the celebrity wedding of the year,” shrugging, you fix your own shot which makes your spouse grin. “we ended up having one public and one smaller, private wedding to say fuck ‘em. and no, they didn’t fire me for this.” 

“so a follow up, when you announced your engagement to the world what was a difficult thing you dealt with publicly?” someone from behind the camera asks.

pursing your lips, you look to katsuki for an answer. “the fan wars? some of my fans were…are still caught up on my ex and others think the great singer katsuki bakugou is too good for an influencer like me.” 

“they don’t know shit. you’re too good for the world baby, i don’t deserve you.” 

“corny ass,” you snort directly into the camera’s shot. “i’m sure that’s one of his song lyrics.” 

“is fuckin’ not!” bakugou pouts, though he’ll deny that he was later. “pick another damn card.” 

he pushes the pile towards you once more and you cheekily swipe one from the middle to make the video a little bit more interesting for those watching from home when it comes out. hopefully the viewers get a laugh out of bakugou calling you a cheater and you sticking your tongue out at him in retaliation — he pinches it back. 

“ouch! owie, okay! okay, let go!” flipping the card so that the text is facing you, you begin to read it out loud slowly — nearly bursting out into an incredulous fit of giggles at the question printed in thick black letters. “this is so ironic, baby you’re gonna love this one,” katsuki raises a brow, intrigued by the coy smile you’re barely trying to hide now. “i dare you to call an ex and remind them that you’re happily married.” 

a small silence echoes throughout the studio as you stare at one another, waiting and waiting, until a loud, raspy and haughty laugh rips through bakugou’s throat. 

“what’s so funny?”

the blonde sat opposite you, still as handsome as the day you first met him — with glittering gem eyes that sparkle under the studio lights and a toothy smile that never fails to melt your heart, suddenly grows shy. a rose tint spreads its way over the bridge of his nose and his cheeks that have lost their youthful roundness, katsuki blushes softly but laughs with his entire body — only just embarrassed by the secret he's about to reveal to his most dedicated fans and the rest of the world. 

leaning forward on the table, elbows on the edge, while you tuck your chin in the seat of your palm — biting your lip in amusement. “do you wanna tell them or should i?” 

“i wanna take a fuckin’ short first. can i?” katsuki asks, almost innocently. he knocks back a glass of dark, bitter whisky once he gets the go ahead. “she’s my first. my first everythin’. girlfriend, time, wife—“ 

“i sure hope i’m your first and only wife, kats.” you cut him off swiftly, a mischievous lilt layered thick on your tone.

he slings an arm over the back of his chair, waving you off lovingly. “—you know what i mean, sweets.” bakugou shrugs in the direction of the producers. “i don’t have an ex to call.”

“okay, we’ll have your wife call one.” 

at the film crew’s suggestion, your voice raises an octave, notes of surprise littered through out your melodic voice. “me? who would i even call?” you can’t help but snicker, trying to reach for the juice used for mixer so you can plan your escape route out of the dare. 

your husband snatches the bottle from your reach, holding it protectively against his broad chest. “call shindou.” he grunts out low but highly amused. 

“oh no, i’m not doing that. let me take the shot katsuki.” comes your instant response, tone turning slightly serious.

“who’s shindou?”

“her ex.” 

“my ex.” 

the both of you announce in unison, though you’re a little less entertained by your menace of a blonde husband — still guarding the drinks as he chucks the used question card to the side. 

“why not?” 

“cause it’ll be mean? he still hasn’t recovered from finding out i’m dating the idol he used to train with. yanno, the one who debuted over him.” 

bakugou clicks his tongue cockily.  “he’ll get over it. call him. c’mon, it’ll be funny and you love making me laugh.” 

“alright fine but you have to swear you’ll answer the next one.” you turn to the camera. “he’s right though, his laugh is the prettiest in the world.” 

bakugou blushes as you pull out your phone and scroll to the bottom of your contact list, surprised at yourself for not blocking and deleting the number. holding up the sleek device for everyone to view, you jab a thumb into the speaker button and watch with baited breath as it begins to ring throughout the studio.

“hello, yo speakin’,” a voice a little higher pitched than your husband’s filters through the speaker. it’s familiar, but doesn’t hold any of the comfort that bakugou brings. it’s been years since you ended things with your ex, the relationship was rocky and full of miscommunications and mistrusts before either of you skyrocketed to fame. there’s no malice between you both or a reason to cause katsuki why worry, you hope, but talking to yo shindou nowadays is akin to talking to a stranger. 

giving the camera an awkward thumbs up, you reply shyly. “hi shin, what’s up?” 

“oh hey sweetheart, this is a nice suprise.” your ex purrs through the line. you click the buttons side of your phone to turn up the volume — making sure his every word is picked up by the mics in the room. 

bakugou chimes in, clearly looking for an opportunity to show off. “hey asshole, don’t get too excited.” 

“hello to you too kats, what can i do you for princess?” 

“shin, don’t call me that. also we’re shooting truth or drink right now — newlyweds edition with kats. they wanted me to call, tell you i’m married or something… which i’m sure you know by now.” explaining in a rush, you push at bakugou’s forehead, right between arched, dark blonde brows to keep him and his laughter at bay. 

“it’s all anyone can talk about these days, especially when i’m on set. married couple of the year.” 

the producers mouth to you to ask shindou a question, in which you almost miss underneath the sounds of your newlywed husband suppressing snarky jokes and giggles. “they’re telling me to ask you if you’re happy for me ‘n kats. you don’t have to answer—“ 

“i am. happy for you. katsuki, as big as of an asshole as he is, makes you way fucking happier than i ever did. he’s good to you, but you’re better to him. the world wants to see you guys grow old together… i hope it stays that way or else i’ll have to swoop back in—“

cringing along the millions that will be watching in the near future, you slice through his words politely before bakugou can blow a gasket. “thanks, shin. you’re sweet.” 

“anything for you, sweetcheeks—“ 

“alright, alright. you’re pushin’ it now, freak. r’member i’m the one clapping these sweet cheeks and i’ll always be a better fuck than you—“ abruptly, your newfound husband snatches up your phone — growling possessively down the line as if to ward your ex off. 

“okaybyethankyou!” squealing you hang up the phone and breathe a heavy sigh of relief, head banging on the table in front of you as you try to hide your flustered face. “that went better than expected.” 

the blonde before you shrugs nonchalantly as if he wasn’t seconds away from reaching into the phone and tearing shindou’s head from between his shoulders.  “i do love an opportunity to show you off, rub our marriage in people’s faces.” alas, he pours you both a shot, adding a mixer to yours, sort of as a reward for making it through the call. “kay, next card,” he swipes one from the top of the pile once more, carefully murmuring its contents into the studio’s cool air. “can the both of you name one person you would have invited into your marital bedroom on your wedding night? see if you’re both thinking of the same person. easy. on three?” 

“sure! one, two—“ you count, the temperature of the room raising as it awaits your big reveal. “kirishima.” 

“kirishima.” katsuki says at the same time before smirking cockily at the film crew. “next!”

you join him just as your foot flirtatious slides up his leg from underneath the table. “kats says eijirou is packin’, by the way.” your husband’s smile fades into an embarrassed look, everyone in the room laughing along with you. of course he’s seen it. of course you’ve talked about this before. “anyway, my turn! most romantic thing i’ve ever done for you? c’mon now kats, you can think of something. i’m pretty sweet.” 

reaching for your hand for the nth time during the shoot, bakugou laces his fingers with yours — decadent dark red eyes instantly drawn to the big rock on your engagement ring and the simple gold wedding band that sits above it as he recalls everything you’ve ever done for him. every gesture; every text, every act of physical touch or service. it would be hard to choose just one romantic thing.

the silence as he ponders almost fills you with dread, a nervousness fluttering about in your chest like a butterfly whose wings are beginning to fail them. they’d have to edit this part out if he couldn’t think of anything. 

but then, those plush pink lips that kiss you and call for you, part gently and a soft sentiment escape’s from between them. “you love me,” is all bakugou can say, eyes wide and genuine. “you take care of me. that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever done f'me…and, if we’re talkin’ specifics, you remember that time just before my album came out? before our wedding? i was fuckin’ stressed ‘n i was always locked up in the studio, trying to figure out the track list, the final song…” 

you nod slowly, exhaling deeply through your nose. “yeah?”  the background noise from the crew, cameras and mics wither away until it’s just yourself and bakugou in the room — holding hands as though you’re one another’s life lines. 

“it was three am ‘n you were in another city for a shoot but…you still made the drive over to have dinner with me. to make sure i ate,” the tip of katsuki’s rough and calloused thumb brushes over the bumps formed by your knuckles. “just to help me run through things even though i was freakin’ the fuck out and you had a flight to milan the next day. you ate with me and that meant a lot.” he seems wistful as he talks, forgetting that the world will be able to see his heart beating all tender like when the cameras are put away and the footage is polished up.

perhaps he doesn’t care if the world sees him being so vulnerable with the woman he loves on screen. they’ll usually find such openness hidden between the lyrics of his songs. so, perhaps it’s the little alcohol running through his system. nevertheless, quiet love and appreciation seeps from katsuki bakugou’s pours into the quiet atmosphere of the set, the emotions crash over you in waves that you welcome — almost reducing you to tears brewed just for him.

“you asshole,” you sniff, lacking all the spite the insulting nickname carries. “i didn’t think that night  meant so much to you… i just wanted to see my baby. wanted to make sure you were okay.” 

cocking his head to the side fondly, the blonde singer uses the back of his hand to wipe at your free falling tears you hadn’t realised were there. bakugou doesn’t let go of you the entire time. “don’t cry sweets, you know i hate t’see you cry.” 

watery laughter bubbles up on the seam of your lips. “don’t tell me what to do,”

“you said she drove from another city, would you guys say that distance made things difficult for you?” 

“sometimes,” you answer the director truthfully. “while we were engaged we’d plan our wedding across different time zones. when i was awake walking for fashion week he was sleeping in his studio making songs.” you explain, looking to katsuki to confirm.

he nods along with another squeeze of your hand. “it was hard yeah, but we got through it. now she has my ring on her finger ‘n she’s stuck with me.” 

“send help.” you mouth to the camera.

resuming the game, you snatch up a card and secretly hope that the question is a little more light hearted than the previous. “has my line of work ever made you jealous? oooh, good one,” adding the card to the ones already discarded, you squirm in your seat — excited to know your husband’s answer. “no shots! i want you sober and honest.” 

“i’ve hardly had anythin’ to drink!” katsuki snorts. “what’s the sayin’? a drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts? let me have something.” 

“no! i want sober words and sober thoughts, that’s the aim of the game, stink.” 

katsuki rolls his eyes so hard you fear they might drop out of his skull. “spoiled brat,” he mumbles begrudgingly, sucking his teeth. “okay before anyone says anythin’, i’m a secure guy. i trust and value my girl’s word above anyone else’s. i love seein’ her on billboards in every country i visit, on magazines at every airport I’ve ever flown from…”

“it feels like there’s a but coming.” 

“wait for it…” you hum gleefully.

“but i hate that one cover shoot you did with that nerd, izuku, for vogue. that’s it. never do that shit again.” bakugou finishes, crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant child.

nearly leaping out of your seat, you point at your husband — bewildered. “i knew it! you said it didn’t bother you!”

“of course it did! he had his grubby arms wrapped around you! he stinks.” 

“you did not just call izuku stinky, he’s got a feature on your album!” 

“his feature can kiss my ass,” you know that bakugou is only half serious, the two have written some beautiful songs together and the cover hardly meant anything — izuku models from time to time as well. it just so happens you also work for the same brands. “my turn again, rate my proposal on a scale of one to ten. how good did i do?”

“nine point five.” you nod assertively, speaking to your audience with love bursting through your heart. “he proposed to me at his first sold out concert, like literally stopped singing and apologised to all of his fans because he had something important to say. that’s when he asked me, in front of his entire world. kats’ is real private so it meant so much to me…”

the blonde leans back in his seat but brings your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss directly to your wedding rings. “only nine point five? cheeky fucker.”

“it’s only ‘cause your genius-self decided to chuck my ring into the crowd?” you scoff. 

“oi! i have good aim, you’re just shit at catchin’ things!” katsuki scoffs back, nudging you with his foot under the table. 

“back to the game love birds.” 

the two of you put your playful little spat on the back burner and you grasp the next card. “how many years into our our marriage do you think we’ll stop having sex—?” 

“never,” katsuki cuts you off, looking directly into the lense as he jabs a thumb in your direction. “i can’t ever get her off my cock. she’s fuckin’ insane.” 

heat flares up underneath the surface of your skin in embarrassment. “fuck you.” 

“right after this shoot, sweetheart.” he winks right back at you before nodding down at the cards. “last two, yeah? did your life turn out as expected?”

chewing on your bottom lip, you give the question some thought. life has an unpredictable nature, no matter who you are or where you come from. if someone had told you a year into your college degree, that you’d be in front of sorts of cameras as a profession for the rest of your life — you wouldn’t have believed them. if someone had told you that you’d find the love of your life shortly after, you would have called them a liar too. your past has been heavy, a dark cloud you never thought you’d be able to escape — hauntingly daunting.

and even though you know that it’s a burden to place the weight of your happiness on someone else’s shoulders — but you know that katsuki has always been your golden, blinding light at the end of the tunnel. he’s something you never expected, but someone you entirely deserve after everything life has thrown at you. 

“no, it hasn’t,” you whisper softly, ever so slightly distinct. your lover leans in, watching you curiously from over stacked question cards and bottles of barely touched alcohol. “i never expected to be so famous so young, that a silly little dream of mine could come true. that i never expected, i still can’t believe it…but, it’s like… meeting you. falling in love with you, on top of all that? it’s like i was destined to be with you, kats. you’re my soulmate. i knew that from the start.” 

just like you earlier, emotion wells up inside katsuki. it breaches the cavity of his chest, slows down the rate of his heart and lungs and brings a slight shine to his beautiful blood red eyes. he sniffs but doesn’t dare look away from you — reading deep into your soul despite knowing the pages of it off by heart. “i feel the same,” he mumbles, reaching over to cup your face even with all of the cameras around. “i never expected to go on tour, sell albums and make music…but i feel like my heart always knew you were waitin’ for me.” quietness fills the space between the two of you, neither of you needing to say much. you cup the wrist of his hand that touched your face, leaning into his palm and pressing a kiss to it. “we’re so fuckin’ corny.” 

“you love it.”  you reply instantly. “i love you.” 

“see?” katsuki asks the production crew as he draws the last card for both of you — holding it out for you to read. “cornball.” 

“it’s cute! she’s cute and corny!”

“what about the rest of our marriage do you look forward to most?” since the video shoot is coming to an end, and you hardly want to cry any more, you both decide to make your answers short and sweet. “i look forward to spending forever by your side, taking over the world one continent at a time.” you gush, meaning every single word, smiling adoringly. 

“ditto, can’t wait to grow old with you, brat.” bakugou mirrors your expression and finally, finally ends the shoot by pressing the ghost of a kiss to your awaiting lips. you feel warm knowing how comfortable he’s grown over the course of filming, even more so at all of the truths he’s given you tonight. 

“that’s a wrap! thank you so much guys!”

katsuki salutes the camera, finishing up for you. “we’ve been the bakugous playin’ truth or drink. buy my album, see me on tour, buy a magazine with my wife’s beautiful face on it. like and subscribe.” all the while, you reflect on everything that you’ve learned about your husband whilst filming — that he loves you a lot more than he lets on, that you have his heart for all of eternity, that nothing in this world and cause his love for you to waver, 

and as your matching wedding bands continue to gleam beneath the dimming studio lights, you only hope that he knows that you feel the exact same way about loving him too.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate, feed into ai & recommend elsewhere.

Drunk In Love

The OC I've imagined is black for all my dark and lovely ladies out there, (including myself). I promise to make more Naruto x Y/N stories, but this is my absolute favorite, and I was too lazy to change it haha.

Anyways, here you guys go!

Word count: 10.1k

18+, mdni, Naruto x fem!OC

"Maki, slow down! You're going to be drunk before the party ends." Sakura cautiously watched her best friend down another shot of Cosamigos. That would make it seven within the last two hours. Sakura tried to restrict her from drinking so much, thinking she might end up blacked out or sick from it being her first time, but Maki refused to listen. Although the woman knew she would end up shitfaced by the end of the night, she could care less. It was finally her turn to become of age to enjoy such indulgences.

That's right. Today was Maki's 21st birthday, and her friends threw her a surprise party at her place. At the start of the night, she was welcomed home with all her friends shooting confetti in her face, which nearly gave her a heart attack. After recovering from the pleasant scare, it was suggested that dinner be served. Everyone who showed up brought something to eat for the night and a large sheet cake with her pretty face on it. Gifts were next on the agenda, and there were so many of them. She received everything from perfumes, lotions, and undergarments from the girls. Typical girl stuff, ya know?

The boys had a much different mindset than the girls. Instead of getting thoughtful gifts, they decided to get her something she couldn't even keep for the night. 

"Oh my- Kiba!" Maki exclaimed with wide eyes. Right in front of her was a tiny golden puppy sleeping in his arms with a pretty pink bow on her little, tiny head. Maki stood from her seat and quickly shuffled over to him. "Ma was raising a bunch of new pups and we convinced her to let us give you one for your birthday." He grinned. He then went on to tell her how mostly all the boys contributed to helping Kiba pick out the perfect pup for her. 

Although the puppy was a pretty cute surprise, the most thoughtful gift was from a certain knucklehead. Since they were kids, Maki and Naruto had a dynamic that was almost unbreakable. She was there through thick and thin with him as well as having his back during the war. You could say they were the best of friends. 

What does this mean? He knows her the best. Naruto may be an idiot at times, but he's not dumb. He's very attentive when it comes to the people he cares about. For the last couple of weeks, he took note that Maki's eyes would linger over a specific jewelry set on the way to Ichiraku's whenever they'd eat ramen together. She never out right said she wanted it, but he could tell from the slight glimmer in her eyes. 

So, he got it for her. 

After the gift exchange, the drinking began. The guys had drinking games planned to get Maki to enjoy the night to the fullest. Every game always resulted in everyone having a shot or two or a cup of beer. Maki tried her best to get through her first shot without making a face, but the bitter taste of liquor made her face scrunch. Her reaction got a good laugh out of everyone there. It had been about two hours since the drinking started, and she was seven shots deep. The taste didn't even bother her anymore at this point.

" 'Ts okay, Sakura. 'm fine." Maki's words slurred slightly, feeling woozy as she placed the shot glass on the counter. She tried her best to reassure Sakura with a smile and continued to dance freely to the music playing through the speakers. Sakura watched her drunk friend wander out of the kitchen to rejoin the others, slightly concerned. Maki, though, was having the time of her life. Her closest friends were here; even Lord 6th and a few other sensei from her Genin and Chunin days wanted to wish her a happy birthday. They weren't blind though; she was going off the deep end with this much alcohol.

She took the term lightweight and wore it proudly on her forehead.

"Let's play Uno again! I'll *hiccup* win this time." She challenged Shikamaru, who watched her with an amused look. "It'd be a total drag. You wouldn't even be able to read the numbers on the cards." He laughed before bringing his cup of beer to his lips. Maki waved him off and turned around to bother someone else when she tripped over literally nothing. She lost her balance. "Woah! Maki are you okay?" a pair of strong arms caught her before she fell. "Whoops!" She exclaimed with a giant smile and grabbed onto whoever caught her. From the sound of their voice, she knew exactly who it was.

Once she stood on her own two feet, she turned around and was met with slightly lidded blue eyes and wild golden hair. "Naruto! *hiccup* Thanks for that." She turned to face him and blinked a few times to get the blurriness out of her eyes. "Are you sure you're doin' okay?" He asked, watching her resume dancing with an amused smile. The beer in his cup was nearly done. However, he was nowhere near as drunk as she was. His body was warm, and he was much chattier than usual, but that was about it. He felt good.

Her face dramatically twisted as she spoke to him. " 'm perfectly fi- *hiccup* -ne Naru." She teased. He laughed at her shaking his head. "Yeah, she's done for." He thought to himself, watching her wobble around. She was beginning to catch the attention of the others at the party. Kakashi, Choji, and Ino now had their eyes on her, which worried Naruto. He didn't want the party to end on a sour note, and judging by the looks on their faces, his wish won't be coming true.

Maki sang the lyrics to the music and bobbed her head around like a child, letting herself become completely carefree. She suddenly spun herself around a bit too fast, knocking herself off balance for the second time that night. Naruto was quick to catch his giggling friend again. This time Kakashi spoke up, "Naruto, take her upstairs to get her to calm down." He meant no harm, but if she couldn't be alone without being watched, she could seriously hurt herself.

Naruto held his cup out to Kakashi who proceeded to mix with his own drink. Naruto cradled Maki in his arms and stood up. "Woah! I'm flying *hiccup* guys, look!" She giggled, holding her arms out in front of her. Everyone, including Naruto, laughed at her. "Oh, Maki. Yeah, she's had a bit too much." Sakura said aloud. "I got her guys," He turned to Sakura and said, "I'll come to get you if she passes out." She nodded as he turned away and took his drunk friend upstairs to her room.

Once they were in her room, he gently placed her on her bed and quickly ran downstairs to get her a cup of water. To his luck, Maki was still in the same position he'd left her in when he returned. He stifled a laugh at her current state. She was staring off into space mumbling incoherent words. It seemed like she was talking to herself. Yeah, she definitely wouldn't be drinking anytime soon after tonight. He placed her cup of water on the nightstand and sat on the bed beside her. Lazily, Maki turned to look at him with the same childish grin she had worn since her first sip of sweet sake. It was fucking infectious. No matter the time or place, if Maki smiled, she was bound to get someone to mimic her. Her aura alone was just warm and inviting.

Naruto reached out to grab her wrist to pull her up. He was worried that she might get sick from just lying there. He's had too many not-so-fun experiences with Sakura and Ino, who decided to lie down after drinking a whole bottle. Let's just say they had to buy him a new carpet the next day.

Eugh.

Maki's head felt extremely fuzzy. She knew what was happening, but damn, she was about to cross the border. What she did know what was happening was that Naruto was touching her. Just the gesture alone made her body temperature rise. Maybe it was the liquor? Whatever the case, she felt super fucking hot, and she needed to either get out of her clothes or drink something cool.

Holding the cup of water in her face, Naruto said, "Here." while inching it closer to her lips. She didn't know what was in the cup. It could've been juice or even more booze. She didn't know. With Naruto telling her to drink it she made her body feel weird. Like he had control over the whole situation. It felt like if he told her to do anything, she'd offer no resilience.

Weird.

Ridding her mind of the strange thoughts, she parted her lips and was ultimately satisfied with the cool tasteless drink quenching her thirst. Her hand subconsciously reached up and wrapped around his wrist to help control her drinking amount. Since when did water taste so good?

Naruto watched her throat clench periodically from drinking the water. He wondered how it feel around his dick, her mouth in general. How would it feel to shove his dick down her throat? To fuck her face before giving her something sweet and sticky to drink instead of all the liquor she's drunk so far. How would that feel? His mind begun to get cloudy with all of the ungodly things he'd do to her. Fuck.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" He questioned. All from watching her down half a cup of water? Geez. But he can't help it. Not when he's around her. It's been like this for the past year or two. As they grew older, Naruto noticed her body maturing along with her mindset, and man... did she have one.

The short olive-green skirt she wore fluttered with every step she took. He could see the slight jiggle of her ass every time she fucking moved. The white long-sleeved shirt she wore tucked into the skirt was cut out around the neckline. Her fucking boobs were on display, and he wasn't ashamed to take a peek now and again. How could he not?

He tried to fight these thoughts off, but Maki was just everywhere in his mind, and being at her house for the party wasn't helping. She'd run into him, chat, leave, or play games with him on her team. As soon as he'd be close to ridding his mind of the dirty thoughts, she'd just come back and refuel the fire. Naruto was meeting his wit's end.

But it wasn't always like this.

When Naruto returned to the village with Master Jiraiya, his mind was far from achieving any type of love or romantic relationship. Sure, he'd try to hit on Sakura, but it was nothing serious. His mind was only focused on getting stronger to bring Sasuke back. He and Maki were good friends, but that was it. Nothing more or less. His love for her solidified during the heated timeline of the Fourth Great Ninja War.

With Naruto's shadow clones hitting every battlefield and disappearing when the enemy was defeated, he knew about the status of all of his friends. That and Shikaku was transmitting everything to him with the help of Inoichi. On the battlefield with Kakashi's company, Naruto quickly realized that he wasn't needed as much as he thought he was.

Maki, Guy, and Kakashi created a broken trio. Kakashi had his Dojutsu, Guy with Taijutsu, and Maki with Ninjutsu. Her Blood Transformation Jutsu alone took down three of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen. After all seven were defeated, Kakashi began talking about what was to come. Naruto couldn't focus on his words from just marveling at Maki.

After helping Kakashi's company out, Maki was the one to shield Naruto from the Ten-Tails projectiles. Using the skills she acquired over the years with her jutsu, she only partly hardened her body where her vital spots were. Still, she was nearly killed, but Lady Katsuyu returned in time to heal her.

This girl was amazing. Naruto had no idea she was this powerful, and her attempts to protect him at all costs showed how much she cared for him. It was the start of a new profound love for him.

And with her in front of him right now, even though she wasn't at her best, he still thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. He still remembers the time he began having feelings for her. It was shortly after Master Jirayia passed. Naruto didn't talk much that day, and she saw him walking around with his head hung low all day. He didn't believe it when the old geezer sage told him. He didn't want to accept it. When night fell, reality hit him. He found himself at an ice cream shop. He didn't know why he brought the popsicle, but when he didn't have anyone to share it with... that's when it hit him. He was gone. Maki found him in that state. Iruka sensei had passed her walking away from him and encouraged her not to bother him since he'd given him words of encouragement.

~~

"Maki, I think he needs some time to be to himself. I think it's his way of grieving. He's strong. He'll get through it. You have to trust him." Iruka spoke to her with a hand on her shoulder. Maki looked past Iruka and saw Naruto wiping his tears with the back of his arm. Her heart broke hearing him cough and sniffle from crying so hard. She's hardly ever seen him cry. He finally understood what it meant to lose someone so close. Jiraya was his godfather, but he was the closest thing Naruto had to a parent.

No one should go through that alone.

She shook her head and looked Iruka in the eyes, and said, "I understand, but I can't just sit here and watch him sulk like this." She gently brushed his hand off her shoulder. "I have to do something." Maki walked past him, painfully ignoring his silent pleas for her to stop. She made up her mind. Naruto surely would be there for her if she were in this position. She had to cheer him up the best way she knew how.

Upon reaching him, Maki wasted no time wrapping her arms around his neck and securing him in a hug. The sudden touch should've scared him, but he felt her chakra signature close to Iruka's. He knew she was here before she even decided to come up to him. The melted popsicle lay forgotten on the sidewalk near his feet as he wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm here, Naruto."

That was the last straw.

Naruto has never heard those words spoken to him before. It was always 'demon fox' this and 'monster child' that. No one ever checked up on him while he was grieving or simply hurting. This was what it felt like to be loved? To be cared for? To have someone to help him get through all this pain?

Instead of fighting the tears back, he nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck and let himself break down. Fuck, it just felt so good. It felt so good to finally have someone be there for him when he needed it most.

The gray shirt Maki wore was beginning to darken where his head lay. His breaths came out staggered as he silently cried into her shoulder. He let her hand run freely through his hair to comfort him as the other held him tightly. Naruto's grip on her waist tightened as he grew weak in the knees from overexertion of his pent-up emotions. Maki felt his weight shift and began to lower them to the ground. "It's okay, Naruto." She rocked him back and forth.

From the same place she'd left him, Iruka watched with a smile. "He has some great friends..."He said to himself before deciding to turn around and walk away to give them more privacy.

After a few minutes in that position, Naruto's cries turned into sniffles as he tried to catch his breath. It felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders even though he had just put all of his on hers. Literally.

Slowly, he pulled himself off Maki's shoulder and dried his face with the back of his hand.  "Thanks, Maki," His voice was slightly hoarse from crying. "I needed that." He smiled genuinely at her once he removed his hand from his puffy eyes.

Maki returned it and leaned closer to him. Naruto's face heated with a blush at the thought of her doing the unthinkable. His heart rate picked up speed the closer she got, but he could not stop her. As he closed his eyes to brace himself, he felt her lips on him. Those soft brown lips of hers. But it wasn't where he'd hoped. The pink darkened to crimson upon realizing how disappointed he was from it not being on his lips.

She just kissed him on the forehead.

~~

That was the night the magic started, but the show had just begun.

It's been about thirty minutes, and Maki has drunk about a cup and a half of water. Her vision was no longer blurred, and the slur she once had was fading away. She couldn't remember what it was about, but she knew her intrusive thoughts got the best of her. She and Naruto were having a pointless conversation of their own.

Now they were swinging her poor pillows around like lasso's, trying to hit one another. Naruto wasn't sure where this burst of energy came from, but it sure was helping both of them sober up a bit, so he wasn't complaining.

That is until somehow Maki managed to pin him down on the bed breathing heavily. It took a second for him to notice, but she was sitting on his dick. He could fucking feel the sweet warmth of her peach radiating through him. Just the thought of fucking her like this on top of him made his dick twitch beneath the black sweatpants he wore. Suddenly, his clothes began to feel too tight as the temperature in the room skyrocketed.

Maki peered down at him as she caught her breath and holy fuck.

She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol toying with her, but either way, she felt the saliva in her mouth turn runny. Her heart rate began to pick up speed the longer she looked down at him perfectly, laying between her pretty legs. A thin layer of sweat glistened on his forehead in the dimly lit room. His brows scrunched as he attempted to catch his breath subtly. His mouth was slightly parted, quietly taking in oxygen to soothe his burning lungs. His hypnotizing blue eyes shimmered with gold from the lamp on her bedside desk.

He looked so fucking sexy.

Maki wanted to let her thoughts dive more profound, but the feeling of his raising dick pressing on her heat greatly distracted her. At first, she thought it was maybe one of the strings in his sweatpants. The harder it got, the dust of pink on her cheeks turned crimson.

Fuck, fuck, fuck,fuckfuckfuckfuc-

Naruto closely studied her, wanting to know her next move. He hoped she didn't feel this growing erection, but he knew she did. There was absolutely nothing he could do. What could he do? The sexiest kunoichi in Konoha was sitting on his dick, fully clothed. She just looked so fucking pretty. He'd be upset with himself if his dick didn't get hard. It was more of a compliment in his mind.

He noticed the deep blush on her face and flashed a ghost of a smirk.

At least she knew how big he was.

Maki seemed to be fighting demons in her head on what to do. He noticed the disassociated look in her eyes momentarily. Momentarily. It only lasted a fraction of a second. Because those golden irises darkened to honey as her eyes met his. Naruto knew that look. Despite his crush on her, he's indulged in sexual acts with a couple of females here and there. The most recent was six or so months ago. He was still a man. Every time he committed to such acts, the women all had the same look in their eyes as Maki does now.

Lust.

Was she getting turned on by him?

Naruto had no second to think because her lips shut him up. They were surprisingly soft on his. He was reaching his breaking point, but while he had her this way, he let himself enjoy it. Without a second thought, he welcomed her lips on his and immediately reciprocated the action. His hand reached up to caress her face letting himself drown at the taste of her lips and the liquor on her tongue. The kiss wasn't hungry. It was more like a test to see how far things would go. It was nice—an innocent kiss between two drunk and horny people.

Maki was the first to pull back from the short kiss. He so desperately wanted to fist her split-colored hair, force his tongue down her throat, and take things further. He wanted to split that pretty pussy of hers down the middle with his aching erection. Feel her eat him up as he gave her everything he had to offer. But this was going at her pace, and he let it. Though he was still in control of the whole situation. He allowed her set the pace so he wouldn't go fucking ballistic on her.

He needed to know if this was what she wanted. He needed to make sure. The last thing Naruto wanted was for her to regret this. His sexual desires would be satisfied, but his heart would be broken if she ignored him for taking advantage of her in this drunken state. "Maki, as much as I'd love to take thing 'lil thing further, you've had too much to drink." He spoke beneath her. He removed his hands from her hips and pushed himself up on his elbows.

"No- I mean, I have, but I lost my buzz a little while ago." She tried to convince him.

"I don't want you to regret it tomorrow if something were to happen." He spoke truthfully.

Maki shook her head down at him feeling a bit more confident. "You're wrong, Naruto. I may be a little drunk, but I know what I'm doing. I'm not an idiot." The blush on her face remained as she spoke. "I want to do this with you. I've always been attracted to you. I wouldn't regret it at all." Her hands rested on his shoulders. His breath caught in his chest. Is she being serious? No matter how he worked it out in his head, he couldn't put it together if she was only saying it out of love or being drunk. He studied her face and body language in hopes of concluding, but he just couldn't. "Please?" She inched her face closer to his, almost connecting their lips. At that moment, Naruto's mind cleared from how close they were. He could only smell her sweet perfume and the liquor she'd ingested. It was as if all his self-control was lost the moment he pressed his lips against hers again.

Naruto deepened the kiss while sitting up. He rested his hands on her lower back and readjusted his legs so he was on his knees with her still in his lap. He gently lowered her to the mattress and positioned himself perfectly between her legs. Her legs wrapped around his back and pulled his hips down to meet hers to get closer to him by all means. The warmth of her on his crotch sent a fire through him that he could not control. Desire coursed through his veins while his hands ran marathons all over her body. An arch formed in her back, feeling his hands grope and rub her intimately. Gently, he began untucking her shirt from the skirt. Maki took the hint and quickly detached their lips so she could discard them on the floor. Once the material was forgotten, their lips reconnected.

His fingers trailed underneath her shirt to the clasp of her bra, but he hadn't dared to undo it.

Not just yet.

He broke free from her lips and looked down as he traced his hands all over her. He took a moment to appreciate her hardened nipples beneath her sheer lace bra. The tops of her breasts threatened to spill from the flimsy fabric. "You're so fucking pretty, sweetheart. Did you wear this for me?" His voice was huskier dripping with arousal. Maki was sure her panties were useless from how fucking wet she was. Seeing Naruto in this state made her head spin. So much excitement coursed through her veins that her legs began quivering beneath his greedy hands.

A shy nod was all he got for a response, and he didn't like that. Oh no. Maki had the nerve to present herself so sexily in front of him, teasing him all this time to not answer his question? He didn't have it.

Naruto pressed his middle and ring finger against her soaked panties. "How 'bout you use your fucking words, sweetheart." Maki gasped from the contact, her hips unintentionally bucking to gain more friction. The way he spoke to her added to her excitement. She had no idea he was so assertive, demanding... dominant. Oh, how she wanted him to dominate her. Put her in her fucking place.

Please.

"Yes. I-I did." Her voice is velvety through her nervousness. A cocky smirk grazed his lips. "You're soaked, sweetheart. Do I turn you on this much?" His fingers began to move painfully slowly. Maki let her eyes flutter as her mouth lulled open from the inviting pleasure. Anything was better than nothing to her at this moment. "Mhmm," She released her bottom lip from its cage and began rocking her hips against his fingers to satisfy her longer. "P-please, Naruto." She whimpered. "You're a needy 'lil thing. Tell me what you want, sweetheart and I'll give it to you." His slightly swollen bottom lip became trapped once more as he brushed her panties to the side.

He continued teasing her folds, ignoring the bundle of nerves on purpose. "I-I need more." He sunk his fingers inside her, his dick jealous of the lack of attention. She is so fucking wet. He almost lost self-control and cut the foreplay short to ram his dick inside her. He was so fucking close, but he needed to play with her. Let her know who she fucking belongs to. And that person was him.

Maki softly moaned, letting her eyes roll back before shutting them at the welcoming pleasure. "Is this what you want pretty?" His fingers slowly pumped inside her, scissoring now and then to ensure she's ready for what was to come. Maki's grip on his biceps tightened the longer he fingered her. She hadn't felt this good in... ever. Now that she thought about it, he was the only person she's been intimate with to drive her insane with all this foreplay. She wasn't used to being played with.

"Y-yees." The moan Maki let out stroked Naruto's ego so much. He was proud. He hadn't fucked her yet, but she was already a moaning, panting, sexy mess underneath him. He loved it.

Gradually, his fingers slowed before coming to a halt altogether. Maki shuddered, feeling his fingers slide out of her. Naruto brought his soaked fingers into view and smirked, seeing her arousal running down his hand. His mouth watered from the sight. He almost opened his mouth to taste, but then an idea came to mind. "Open your mouth." He spoke. Maki reluctantly removed her hand from her mouth and slackened her jaw as he said. He stuck his dripping fingers in her mouth and told "Suck."

Maki's tongue tingled at the taste of herself. With the mix of alcohol, it almost tasted tangy. Her tongue separated his fingers to get every last drop she possibly could to please him further. Watching her become so submissive to him added fuel to the wildfire raging within him. He felt like she'd do anything he'd ask her to at this point, and he hasn't even really started.

He removed his fingers from her mouth and set his mind to do what he wanted since he saw how wet she was. The desire to taste her, to fuck her with his mouth, made his dick throb in his black sweatpants. "Gonna taste this pretty pussy of yours, sweetheart and you better be quiet." He threatened.

Maki felt her chest tighten at his words. His eyes locked with hers; they never faltered. He was dead serious. Those stormy blue eyes were so heavy she felt like she was suffocating under their weight. His words held truth to them. She wanted this. She wanted him to be rough with her. She was such a whore for him, and they both knew it.

Naruto slid down her body as Maki watched him with hopeful eyes. He made sure to show her clothed breasts only a sliver of attention. He brushed his lips against her hardened nipples and ignored her whining as he moved deeper. Surveying her closer, Naruto immediately noticed the uselessness of her panties. Though they were cute black panties, he could always buy her more. He thought that when he tore them in half where her pussy rested. Maki gasped, feeling the fabric of the waistband become loose.

Just as she was about to scold him for ruining her second favorite pair of underwear, she was silenced by his slimy, hot tongue flattening against her. Her mouth lulled open before clamping her hand over it to try and keep quiet. A burning pleasure erupted within her core pulling rather sensual moans from her as Naruto drank her up.

He was unable to control himself. He licked and sucked to his hearts' content. His tongue would lick and suck at her folds, tasting her arousal before circling her adorable bundle of nerves. Gently, he bared his teeth around it and applied pressure, feeling her jerk back from the sensation. "You taste so fucking good, sweetheart. I could eat this pretty pussy all night." He said between the paralyzing lashings of his tongue.

Daringly, Maki removed her hand from her mouth. Her hips bucked forward as she tried to keep up with his tantalizing games. "Na-Narutoo.." A deep arch in her back formed when he sucked her clit into his mouth. His name was the only thing she could say, and damn, it was so fucking good to hear. Sure, he didn't want to get caught tongue fucking her while the party raged on downstairs, but the moment her velvety voice moaned his name, he was ready to risk it. He wanted everyone to know that he was the one making her feel this good.

He raised his hand and pushed his middle and ring finger back inside her pussy. Maki shuddered from the feeling and let her hands fly down to grab a hold of his head of blond locks. A not-so-familiar knot was beginning to form in her stomach. She's only ever experienced it a couple of times, but never like this. No. This was more intense. And it was building fast. 

Naruto focused his tongue on her clit while pumping his fingers in and out of her. He felt her tight, spongy walls begin to contract against his fingers. Although she was doing a damn good job of being quiet, Naruto could hear the strained moans she let out. She wanted to scream from how good he was fucking her with his mouth, but she couldn't. He was a bit disappointed he couldn't hear the full potential of her praising him with her song, but he would still be able to drink her up as a consolation.

Just as he was about to remove his fingers to loosen the tie in his sweatpants, a knock on the door dissipated the sexual tension and replaced it with fear.

"NARUTO!" He froze in his spot, hearing her voice on the other side of the door. His eyes flashed as he looked up at Maki, whose facial expression matched his. His mouth was no longer on her, but his fingers were still knuckle deep inside her. His heart nearly beat out of his chest with fear. If she knew her drunk best friend was getting done in by her non-drunk best friend, Naruto would surely be dead by the night's end. "Yeah, Sakura?" He quickly removed his fingers and quietly shuffled off the bed. While doing so, he saw Maki reaching for a blanket to cover herself.

The door opened just as he finished wiping his wet chin with the back of his hand, revealing a concerned-looking Sakura with Ino and Hinata behind her. "How is she doing?" Ino asked, looking past him. Naruto hoped and prayed to the gods above that Maki was decently covered or hiding. Mentally preparing himself, he looked behind him and breathed a sigh of relief at how quickly she made it seem like she was sleeping.

"She's okay. I gave her some water, and she just dozed off. I keep waking her up every few minutes to drink the water," He pointed to the half-full glass on the nightstand that was forgotten so long ago and turned back to face the girls. "until it's gone."

"Oh. Alright then." Hinata almost looked sad having Maki's night end up like this. Little did she know, it was only about to begin. "Kakashi sensei suggested we go home to rest, so we just finished throwing away the used cups and empty cans in the trash. The boys left, but we wanted to check on her before leaving." Sakura stated. Naruto almost smiled when he heard Sakura say that. His inner self was celebrating.

Doing back flips and shit.

Just him and Maki. Oh, the fun they're going to have tonight.

"Alright, I'll stay back and make sure she finishes this water. Then when she's ready to get in the bath, I'll sit downstairs until she's done and gets back in bed." Naruto looked back at her "sleeping body" and smiled. Her taste was still heavy on his tongue, making his smile wider. He couldn't wait to finish what he started.

"I want to take care of her tonight."

Yeah, he does.

Ino cooed, hearing Naruto express his feelings. "You just wanna be alone with her, huh?" She teased, making Hinata giggle at Naruto's blushed face. "Wh-whatever, Ino." He grumbled, scratching the back of his head. "Alright, well, tell her we love her. Bye, Naruto." Sakura hugged him and turned on her heels. Hinata and Ino waved with a smile and followed Sakura downstairs. He waited to close the bedroom door until he heard the front door open and close, indicating they were gone. Once he heard it, he let out a breath, visibly relaxing.

That was a close call.

"Na-Naruto..." Maki called out to him. "Hm?" He turned around and had to do a double-take. It took everything in him not to pin her on the mattress and shove his dick balls deep inside her and just fucking ravish her. At some point, Maki took the rest of her clothes off, leaving her sexy body fully exposed to him. "Can we continue, please?" Her voice was dripping with lust, but her tone was innocent at the same time. As if he weren't already hard. Maki's head was turned to the side to avoid being pulled into his sexual genjutsu, but when she heard a zipper come undone, she couldn't help but turn to him.

His jacket was already on the ground, and his shirt was pulled over his head. It seems he lost his patience to continue what they started. Maki watched him undress, causing her nerves to intensify with every passing second. She's never witnessed him fully nude before. His body looked terrific in the dimly lit room, thanks to her bedside lamp.

Her eyes followed his hands as they gripped the brim of his sweatpants and pulled them down. Naruto breathed a sigh of relief once his dick was free from its restraints. Maki's eyes widened at the dimensions. She was more shocked at the girth than his length, although he wasn't lacking in that aspect either. He was just big. Everywhere. She was beginning to wonder if he'd even fit.

Their eyes met as he made his way back to the bed. The heaviness his eyes held suffocated her the longer she maintained eye contact. The innocent glint in those ocean-blue eyes was dimmed with desire and lust, for her. Pink turned crimson on her round cheeks once his face was directly in front of hers. "You look so fucking gorgeous, darlin'." Maki released a shaky breath in anticipation. Her head felt fuzzy from the compliments and praises she's been getting since they started.

Naruto broke their eye contact and adverted his attention to her breasts. They looked just as perfect as he'd imagined. Reaching up to touch them, he thought his hands would get swallowed by them from how soft they were. It was time he let his self-control go a little. The entire time, he'd been going at a moderate pace to prep her for what was to come, but he ignored his desires to do so.

There was a party going on downstairs. That was the main reason.

Naruto's mouth watered at the thought of it being full of the supple chocolate skin he was rubbing. His right hand reached forward and rested on her shoulder before he pushed her back to lay on the bed. Before he back could touch the cool sheets, she sighed in satisfaction at Naruto's soft lips wrapping around her right nipple. Though it wasn't as intense as being fucked by his fingers or mouth, she still felt satisfied.

"Mmm." Naruto settled between her legs almost naturally - like he's been there before. Naruto relished the song she sang as he teased and played with her breasts. However, the aching erection between his legs convinced him to get on with the show. The alcohol in his system was making him an impatient man. He'd just have to dedicate another time to appreciating her.

Naruto pulled himself up to her face and forced her face between his thumb and four fingers causing her lips to part from the pressure. He shoved his tongue in her mouth, still tasting faint traces of liquor. Maki struggled to keep up with his less passionate kisses and touches. A considerable part of her loved being handled so roughly. A breathy moan was fed into his mouth for encouragement, and he ate it up.

He replaced her cheeks with her throat instead and gently squeezed in intervals as they made out. The spontaneous intake of oxygen was making her head spin, but she loved it nonetheless. She was sure choking was something she'd make sure he'd do more often. The arousal dripping from her needy little pussy showed she loved everything he was doing.

Without giving her time to process what would happen next, Naruto pulled away from her and demanded that she turn around and lay on her stomach with her ass in the air. Still drunk off the taste of him, his words hardly registered in her brain before he threatened her once more. "You gonna make me fuck that pretty mouth of yours, sweetheart?" He asked, wrapping his hand around his throbbing dick. He immediately felt slight relief after ignoring the not-so-little guys for so long.

"N-no?" She wasn't opposed to it.

"Then turn around like I fucking said, or I'll make sure you won't be able to walk after I'm done with you." Maki couldn't fight the smile she had as she gracefully began to get into the position he requested. The idea sounded tempting. However, she, too, was feeling a bit impatient from the alcohol. Her heart rate quickened as she raised her hips in the air. A deep arch formed in her back while completing this motion. Naruto could barely hold himself together at this point. 

Almost instantly, his hands anxiously roamed the surface of her ass, squeezing a groping to his hearts' content. Once in the sultry position he requested, Maki couldn't help but tease him by gently rocking her hips back and forth. Doing this, she felt her ass jiggle and fought back a giggle hearing a sharp intake of air behind her. Her black and silver curls tickled her face as she waited in anticipation.

Naruto grabbed himself, unable to wait any longer, and rubbed his weeping tip against her. Shivers ran down his spine at the pure warmth radiating from her. Maki relished the feeling, subconsciously rocking her hips back for more friction. "You want me that bad, sweetheart?" His coarse voice rang through her ears. Eyes rolling back from the praises alone, Maki tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and hummed in response.

"Please, Daddy..."

That was it.

Moments later, Maki found it hard to catch her breath from how hard he fucked her. That little stunt she pulled ignited a wildfire within him. As if he already weren't going to ruin her, this just gave him all the more reason. She was asking for it. "Say it again." He demanded, his voice shallow. Maki could hardly say anything other than, "Ahhh-haauuuh" the way he mercilessly fucked her. The only shred of sympathy he had for her was gone. He would allow her to get used to him, but no, she just had to push his buttons. Now look at her, a hot fucking mess underneath him. Just the way he wanted it.

Dissatisfied with her lack of response, Naruto reached forward, fisting her juicy curls in his bandaged fingers, and pulled her up to his chest, still keeping the same agonizingly fast pace. "Say it again, sweetheart. Make your daddy proud." Maki felt everything from this new position. His dick was touching that spongy spot inside her cute peach. Rippling muscles encompassed her back. His hot breath fanned her sweat-covered neck as he buried his head within the crook of it, letting a few sensual noises out. She almost wanted to cry from the overstimulation of everything. Being so close to him in every aspect was all she ever wanted.

The only thing that registered in her brain was him. His 'pleas' for her to submit to him. And she did. "Daddy." Her broken voice dragged out the last syllable of the newfound nickname she'd given him, and Naruto loved it. Over and over, she screamed his name the harder he fucked her. The feeling pulsing through her body multiplied with every deep stroke Naruto gave her. Not having any other way to express how amazing it felt but to scream for him, Maki's eyes watered.

Naruto untangled his hand from her hair and watched as she struggled to catch herself in her hands. Failing to keep up with his vigorous movements, the woman collapsed to her forearms. The sound of tearing fabric was heard the harder she clawed at her bed sheets, but that was the least of her worries. Naruto grunted and groaned as he pounded his chocolate beauty from behind. He'd only dreamt of doing this with her. He never thought she'd make her first move, and tonight of all nights. Having someone as beautiful and sexy as Maki bent over screaming his name was nothing short of a confidence booster. He smiled through his concentration and decided to take full advantage of this situation. It may or may not happen again, depending on how she reacts in the morning.

Naruto pressed his toned chest against her back and used his hands to support himself. His movements slowed - wanting to go as deep as possible - as his eyes rested upon her face. The grip she held on to the sheets weakened. Her eyes fluttered open, directing their attention to his face so dangerously close to hers. Her moans were sweeter and much lighter than they had been before. Though it was easier to breathe, this new rhythm stole the oxygen back from her.

He applied pressure to her backside, causing her knees to slide back until her hips met the cool sheets below them. His body followed hers until he was almost lying on top of her. From there, Naruto snaked his hand through her hair and grabbed her throat. Her bullied bottom lip became trapped beneath her teeth, welcoming this feeling. "You're doin' so fucking good, sweetheart, so good." His voice was husky against her ear. Maki moaned in response, feeling herself getting worked up from all the praises he gave her.

Knowing that would ultimately be her undoing pretty soon, she encouraged him. "You're fucking me s'good, Daddy."

"Yeah, darlin'? You like the way Daddy fucks you?" He breathed, feeling the pressure building in his tummy. He couldn't just yet. He needed her to cum first. As many times as he could before, he couldn't hold out any longer.

"Fuck yes!" She screamed. Naruto quickly found that spongy spot in her pussy again, angling his hips so he'd hit it every goddamn time. She was surely inching closer and closer to her climax. A few more minutes of this, and she was nearly on the brink of tears. The way he held her but still dominated her, all the while bullying her g-spot, was just too much for her. Unable to form words any longer, Maki just cried out, feeling the milky white substance leaking from her around him.

Naruto shuddered from her walls clenching around him like clockwork. She came so hard it forced him to follow behind her, spilling his warm seed inside her without a second thought. He'd have to worry about the consequences later.

Maki's body convulsed as she orgasmed, moaning for the village to hear. "Fuuuuck! Fuck! Ha-aaaaaah!" She cursed as Naruto fucked her through both his and her orgasm. His movements became sloppier as he continued. His hips kept his pace until there was nothing left for him to give.

Eyes closed and breathing heavily, they both sat still, trying to regain control of their breathing. After a moment or two, Naruto slowly pulled out, making them wince from the extreme sensitivity. With his hands on his thighs, he looked down at the mess that was made. Several wet spots covered the sheets, and a new one was forming directly under Maki as a result of him cumming inside her.

A blush dusted her face once he looked her in the eyes. "Did this just happen?" She thought to herself. This night was turning out to be crazier than she imagined. Sure, she planned on getting drunk with her best friend, but being fucked by him was not on the list. Especially since she was very fond of this friend. Her heart beat faster, thinking about what her other friends might say if they figured out what was going on in this room while they were partying without them. She almost felt bad.

Almost.

The bed shifted drawing her attention back to Naruto, who was walking into the bathroom, nude. She watched him disappear for a few seconds before hearing the sink turn on and off. He returned with a wet cloth in his hand and sat on the bed beside her. Gently, he wiped away at her stomach, then her vagina trying to avoid hurting her.

"Th-thank you..." He turned his head to Maki, smiling at the blush on her face. His smile turned into a toothy grin as he said, "Don't worry about it." After cleaning her up, he stood up and returned to the bathroom to quickly clean himself up to return to her. Naruto came out, went straight to the closet, and stood there with his hands on his hips. Maki giggled at the sight of his antics. It was even funnier since he was naked.

"Hm?" His head swived back to look at her in confusion. When she said nothing, he shrugged and reached for what he was looking for. Once he turned around, he smiled with the folded bed sheets in his hands. "You can't sleep with those anymore, hehe." Her heart skipped a beat at the gesture. She sat up to better meet his eyes. From a distance between them, she could see the glint in his crystal blue eyes. The innocence they held was beyond her regarding the situation they were just in.

"Me?" She asked. "You're not staying?" The tone in her voice was filled with disappointment at the thought of him going home. "He's just going to leave? Well, he does have his own house. Plus, he has nothing here to shower with. I mean, I could let him use a towel of mine. I'm sure I might have some large shorts as well... No, he must want to be comfortable in his own home." Maki fought with herself in the thickening silence they shared.

This was the one thing she was afraid of. This happening wasn't just a spur of the moment. His dick buried deep inside her velvety walls was more of a fantasy. She dreamt of this moment countless times, having to use her trusty vibrator to satisfy herself. The only reason she hadn't said anything was because he hadn't treated this as a one-night stand of some sort.

The very situation she was beginning to believe she was getting into was what she feared the most.

That question just came out of nowhere to him. He hadn't even thought that far yet. He was more concerned about her being comfortable tonight than going home to sleep in his bed. Now that the question came up, he thought about it. "Should I go home?"

"No, you idiot." A deep monster-like voice he was too familiar voice came from within himself. The next thing he knew, he was standing naked in front of Kurama. Panicked, he covered himself and shouted at him. "KURAMA!! WH-WH-WH-WHY?!" A deep blush appeared on his face. Kurama was unbothered by his appearance. He was lying down as usual and opened his eyes, glaring down at his vessel. "It's obvious she wants you to stay with her." He ignored Naruto's outburst. Naruto cocked his head to the side in confusion. "How do you know that?" Kurama sighed in disbelief. After what just happened, how could he be so stupid?

"Look at her, you idiot." He groaned, closing his eyes once more to resume his sleep. Breaking from his thoughts, Naruto looked up at Mika. Her eyes were full of hope. She twiddled with her thumbs waiting for an answer from him. Deciding to consider Kurama's words, he smiled back at her receiving one back.

"You bet I'm staying." ~~

After changing the sheets and taking a giant pair of shorts Maki owned, which fit him perfectly, Naruto found himself watching Maki throwing an oversized t-shirt over her nude body before climbing into bed beside him. He'd extended his arm out to her, requesting some cuddles. With blush-stained cheeks, Maki wiggled into his embrace and placed her hand on his chest, feeling him pull her closer to him.

"How was it?" He asked. As if she couldn't blush harder... Maki buried her head into his chest, making him chuckle, hearing her muffled "Amazing." tickle him. She moved back to look up at him and smiled. "It was a nice gift." Now it was his turn to blush. Geez, he hadn't even thought about that. It was her birthday, after all. "Oh. Hehe, I didn't plan on letting it go that far, but you just pushed me over the edge." He spoke. His free hand traced her cheek. "Well, I fully trusted you to handle me with care," She paused, gathering the courage to finish her thought. "And I'd only let the man I love touch me like you did."

Naruto's eyes widened, realizing what she said. He couldn't believe it. After so long, so long... he finally had the opportunity to confess his feelings to her. "Did you hear that, Kurama?! She said she loved me!" All he got in response was a deep laugh. This made Naruto smile at her and bring her closer to him. "You know Maki, I've loved you for a while now, ya know? I'm just not good with the whole confessing your love thing." He admitted to her, which made her giggle.

"It's okay, Naruto. I'm just glad you feel the same way." She smiled, meeting his eyes once more. Feeling him inch his face closer to hers, her eyes fluttered shut and welcomed the kiss he wanted. Although it was short, it was laced with passion. His lips were just as soft as ever, and his taste just melted her away.

Breaking away, Naruto shifted and planted a soft kiss on her forehead resulting in Maki blushing again from the sweet gesture. "Let's get some sleep hm?" His voice was quiet, indicating he'd already begun letting himself drift away. Come to think of it, it was a long night so that she couldn't blame him. Partying, drinking, then the steamy session they just shared was weighing down on her as well. Her eyes fluttered shut after she gave up on keeping them open to watch him sleep. His breathing evened out, and his face relaxed a significant bit. He just looked so peaceful. However, it was time for her to get some sleep as well.

THE NEXT MORNING...

"I don't know where he could be. He said he'd let me know if she was okay after he ensured she got in the bath." Sakura said to Ino as they walked up to the front door. "Maybe he's out training. You know how he is." Ino reassured her. It was around 11 o'clock in the morning, and Sakura invited Ino to go to Naruto's place to ask how Maki was doing; however, she got no answer when she and Ino knocked at his door. It was a bit weird since he's usually up at this hour munching on cupped ramen for breakfast. Ino then convinced her to go to Maki's house to check themselves, and that's where they are now.

Ino knocked and waited with Sakura for the door to open. "Do you think she might still be sleeping? Maybe we should go inside to check on her." She suggested. Although it would be considered an invasion of privacy to others, Ino, Sakura, Hinata, and Maki have always allowed each other to step into their houses without invitation, so this time was no different.

Sakura tried to twist the knob before reaching under the mat for the extra key, and to her surprise, it opened. "That's weird. She usually locks the door when she's home alone." Sakura spoke out loud. "Well, Naruto was the last one in here. Knowing him, he probably forgot to lock it." Ino joked to lighten the mood. Sakura agreed and giggled.

Once their shoes were off, the girls began climbing upstairs after seeing no sign of her downstairs. Everything looked exactly how they left it before they went home last night. "Maki," Sakura called out to her from outside her bedroom door. She softly knocked not to wake her if she were sleeping, but loud enough to let her know she was there. Ino suggested opening the door, which she did.

What they saw was less than shocking to them. Naruto and Maki were peacefully sleeping under the covers. His mouth was slightly parted, letting out quiet snores. Maki's head rested on his chest since he was on his back. His bandaged arm was thrown around her outside the blankets, and his other was bent at a 90-degree with his hand resting on the headboard. From the looks of it, they could've done something since he was shirtless. Sakura knows more than anyone that Maki wouldn't let Naruto run around shirtless unless it was for a good reason. Plus, from how close they are and their discarded clothes on the floor, what happened last night was a no-brainer. Ino silently squealed and grabbed Sakura's arms out of excitement. "I told you!" She teased.

On the way to Maki's, Ino suggested that she and Naruto could have hooked up. Judging by the love-struck look on both of their faces when he gave her his gift last night, she just knew it was going to happen. Sakura wanted to disagree, but she couldn't. Naruto was an idiot, but he was an even bigger idiot for her. She knew just how obsessed he was for her because he was the one that went to Sakura for advice on his decision to get her the jewelry he gave her. She couldn't help but be happy for them.

"Ahem!" Sakura cleared her throat loudly to wake them. Naruto was the first to stir, slowly pulling himself from the dream he was having. "Hm?" He grunted, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. When he opened them, he shouted and jumped in fear at what he saw standing in the doorway. "SAKURA! INO!" This woke Maki as well accidentally pushing her off his chest. She moaned and scrunched her face in disappointment, having also been torn from her dream. She sat up and looked at him in confusion. "What's wrong?" Ignoring her, he tried to explain the situation to his scary friends.

"It's not what you think, Sakura!" He pleased. Hearing her name, Maki turned her head towards the door and felt embarrassment course through her veins, thinking of them seeing her in such a state. "O-oh..." That was all she managed to say. Sakura and Ino laughed at the situation, only adding to Naruto's fear. He didn't know if they were okay with what they saw or if they were laughing about how badly they were going to beat him up. He hoped for the first one so desperately.

"We aren't mad, Naruto, so you can calm down," Sakura spoke. "Yeah, we only came to check on Maki since you weren't home to tell us yourself. But from what we can see," Ino looked into Maki's eyes and smiled, causing her to blush harder. "She's doing perfectly fine." Naruto breathed a sigh of relief and visibly relaxed. "Thank goodness." He breathed out, which cause Maki to giggle. He turned to her and smiled down at her clinging onto his arm.

"We'll leave you two alone now," Ino said, beginning to turn around. However, Sakura stopped her by saying. "Hold on, Ino. How are you feeling, Maki? Are you hungover?" She asked. "Oh right." Ino spoke to herself. "N-no. I'm fine." Maki's voice was quiet but loud enough. From there, Sakura smiled and dismissed her and Ino. When Maki and Naruto heard the door close, they visibly relaxed.

Now they were alone again.

"W-well good morning, Naruto." She spoke looking up at him with a smile. He returned the smile. "Good morning, Maki." Staring deeply into her golden eyes, he felt like his world was complete. Even though they were rudely awakened, that was probably the best night's sleep he'd gotten. In his heart, he knew this was where he wanted to be every night. Snuggled with her, cuddling and waking up to her beautiful face every morning. Naruto reached up and cupped her chin before pulling her into the first kiss of the day. She welcomed it, kissing him back. It was brief, but just as meaningful as the last.

"I love you Maki. I want you to be mine officially." He spoke softly. Maki's breath caught in her chest, almost choking on it after hearing what he just said to her. "Be his? He's asking me to be his? This must be a dream..." She thought to herself.

"I'd love to Naruto."

~~~

He's so hot! I actually can't. I wish so badly to be in Hinata's place. I'd change his whole life. 

I Can Make You Forget Him || Itachi Uchiha x fem!reader

A/n : Prompt 28 of the Smutember 2023 ( 2 more prompts to go yayyy 😍🔥 ) Finally able to use THIS POST I did a long while ago 👀

The list of prompts is HERE

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Warnings : mention of Kakashi, soft loving vanilla sex, mention of marking, mention of pregnancy, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

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Word count : 1343

Every man would have been self-conscious if they had known they would one day be dating Kakashi's Hatake ex girlfriend. But not him. The Uchiha just knew who he was and what he was capable of. With such a lineage he couldn’t fail. And he has known enough of Kakashi to know that in several domains he beat him flat on the neck.

It was the beginning of your relationship and even if you didn’t say anything that would hint at that, he could sense that you were still thinking about him. He didn’t blame you for this. After all, you had dated the copy ninja for about 2 years and now you had to restart a new relationship from the bottom and with a rogue ninja - even if you choose both conditions to get with the latter - that you had known since your childhood.

He could see that you missed him and it hurt, quite a lot actually but he couldn't say it out loud. He had to be strong for you, even if by his rogue status he couldn't stay as much as he would have wanted at your side in the village. This played a huge role in your current sadness. You weren’t always sad per se but sometimes you’d stare a bit too long in the void and sigh loudly as if you’d just ran a marathon. That led him to take a big decision, one that could be dangerous for him but one that was going to play a huge role in his plan to make you forget him : he was going to stay in Konoha, undercovered but for as long as you need to forget Kakashi Hatake and see him and only him Itachi Uchiha.

You were so shocked when he had told you that he was going to stay with you for some time in the village. You knew it was risqué for him though since you had seen him again when he first officially came back to Konoha, you had him under your skin, and even if you looked depressed sometimes you couldn't get enough of him.

To be better than his now called rival he had to be creative. Indeed the latter brought you flowers sometimes, took you out and made you breakfast. Itachi could do all these as well and divinely. He tried to do multiple things, taking you picnic, spreading quality time with you reading or cooking and even cuddling. He knew Kakashi surely had done those too but it didn’t deter him from trying to do even better ( if we really think about it just him being a rogue ninja and being there for you in the village is more than Kakashi ever did )

In opposition to Kakashi though there was one thing that really changed and it was the fact that Itachi actually spoke to you. Like for him it was way easier to speak to you about his feelings, what he wanted, what he felt about things, than it was for Kakashi who would always change subjects or leave a blank in your conversations, giving you a smile you could guess played apologetically in his lips under his mask.

It was one of these days while you were cuddling close under his Akatsuki robe, his head in the crook of your neck as if there nothing could reach him, that he whispered you those 3 little words, the one you were waiting for so long, the one Kakahsi never dared to muster you in 2 full years. tears built up in your eyes and when he heard you sniffle Itachi raised his head up and looked at you. His one caring but warning as he gazed into your teary eyes “Ssh I don’t want your eyes to shed a single tear for anyone from now one, not for him and not even for me” he held you even more tightly as if the simple act was making sure you’d never be saddened by anyone on this planet.

But he knew he needed to do more, always more to show you that you didn’t lose anything by breaking up with Kakashi, that in fact you won everything by getting with him instead. His hands slowly trailed along your body, feeling and brushing against each one of your curves. His expression reverent as he looked deeply into your eyes, as if asking if you’d one more time let him touch you in ways only he could. If you’d want him to be one with you one more night. And to his utmost delight you said yes, giving your consent to the raven haired man.

He kissed every inch of your skin, worshiping each part of you as he slowly, languidly undressed you. It was during moments like this he would get a bit possessive of you, his Uchiha genes surely playing a role in this subtle change of behavior. His eyes looked more hungry and his grip tightened oh so carefully as he handled you as his own, because you were nothing less for him than utterly his.

Finally as he gently entered you, a low groan escaped his lips, a reminder of the trust and shared intimacy that had grown between you. You could feel his love for you in each subtle movement he made, each careful thrust and twist of his hips “You’ll see that I can make you forget him” he breathed against the side of your neck, where he was giving you a love bite that would surely need a few days before fading. You could only moan at his words as he kept dragging his length in and out of you. Your nails grazed his back marking him in your own way as the pleasure built in your lower abdomen.

As if fueled by your reactions to his ministrations he couldn't help but add “I can be a better boyfriend than him. I know I can and I will” his voice overflowed with confidence as he knew he had everything in himself to be better than his rival.

He looked so hot when he was confident like this, your mouth opened and he crashed his lips against yours collecting all yours sweet sounds. His tongue sought yours before entangling in a sensual dance. You were so close and he knew he wasn’t going to hold on much longer. But still, he needed you to come first.

You were on the pill so cuming inside you and painting your walls with his white sticky load wouldn’t be a problem. After this was done and you once again being even more his than before you laid there entangled in each other's arms. His fingers drew patterns on your bare back as he pondered. It was certain that he couldn't stay in Konohagakure forever. At some point you’d have to leave and go settle in another village far away from here. But at this moment, in your arms, feeling your breath fanning against his chest he knew it wasn’t something to bother with yet.

Though when you looked him in the eyes, as if you heard his thoughts, it just seemed that you e/c orbs were reassuring him about your undying fidelity, regardless of where it could lead you. He hummed appreciatively and leaned in, leaving a soft, long and filled with kiss on your forehead. There was one thing he was also eager to give you when the right time would come, something Kakashi never ever thought of addressing you with.

He smiled as his nail polished hand gently rubbed on your stomach, when you’d be far away from here and you’d stop taking your pill, he was willing to offer you a gift that nature keeps fiercely secret. He smiled dreamily at the thought of you carrying a little baby Uchiha. You would be able to move on definitely if you already didn’t have before ( but he is not doing this for this only purpose you get what I mean )

PSA