*Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters in it. I simply borrow them for my own musings and fantasies and do not get paid for their use in said musings or fantasies. –Nira

Hey, everyone!

This is the LAST CHAPTER! Can you believe it?! I hardly can. But don't worry! I'll be starting another "story" for all of the additional items and scenes that I wanted to add to this story but couldn't fit or didn't quite fit in with the storyline, or that are just fun little tidbits and musings that I had that delve deeper into this lovely three-way relationship. There will be a mix of cute scenes, maybe some more interactions between Yuriko and Team Seven, and definitely more smut because who doesn't love a hot and steamy sex scene, right?

Speaking of hot and steamy sex scenes, enjoy this one. It was a lot of fun for me to write. It didn't quite turn out the way I'd initially hoped or thought it would, but I still enjoy it and there will be more at a later date. I've already written at least one other one with these two cuties.

Thanks for sticking with me, and I hope to see you in the one-shots, too!

Much love,

Nira

Chapter 40

Yuriko looked at Iruka who was perfectly content with playing with Tomomaru, a kind, gentle smile across his face while the cat lavished in the attention and as she watched him from the doorway to the kitchen, she realized that the innocence of the moment made her want to taint it. It was too cute, and Iruka's wholesome personality and how hesitant he'd been to even kiss her when she'd sent a clone to deliver the message to him to meet her at the Hokage monument made her realize that he wasn't a stereotypical aggressive alpha male. He didn't do anything unless he had express permission to do it, and Yuriko realized that she had never been in a situation where a man willingly gave her control of the scenario. Iruka did it often, allowing Yuriko to not only make her own decisions for herself but also influence or dictate what she desired of him. For most of the interactions that she'd had with him, she had been the one to initiate contact. The few times that he had taken control, it was to cheer her up or to give her something. It was always focused on her and never himself and the realization excited Yuriko.

"Iruka…" she called and his gaze immediately found her, the smile never leaving his face.

"Yes?"

"There's… something on my mind." Her cheeks pinkened and she averted her gaze, chewing on her bottom lip.

"What's that, love?"

Yuriko's heart fluttered and stomach flipped at hearing such a sweet pet name that came so freely- so naturally from his lips. She couldn't bring herself to say it aloud, so instead, she called him over to her and he readily obeyed, giving Tomomaru a final scratch under his chin before he did. When he'd reached her at the doorway, her blush had deepened as her lower stomach tightened and breathing hitched. His expression was innocent, unaware of the naughty thoughts running through Yuriko's mind of what she wanted to try on and with him.

"Is something the matter?" he asked, his smile dropping and tone concerned upon seeing her nervousness.

"No, nothing is the matter. There's just… something in the bathroom that I could use your help with."

"Sure. What is it?" he smiled, still oblivious.

She motioned for him to follow her and when they arrived in the bathroom, she pointed to the showerhead. "It sprays funny. Do you think you could take a look at it?"

She was completely making it all up, but she wanted to see if he would really do anything she asked. Iruka stepped into the bathtub to get a good look at the showerhead and Yuriko smirked. She couldn't resist the temptation and turned the water on and back off, spraying him in the face and he let out a howl of surprise. The water was cold and now he was drenched but Yuriko's laughter made it all worth it.

"It sprays just fine, you little liar!" His tone was teasing and mock-angry as he pulled her into him, getting her wet as well and she squealed in protest, trying to get away from the cold and wet but still laughing and Iruka held her tight, not letting her go.

When they'd calmed down, Iruka's chocolate brown eyes were warm and loving as they stared into Yuriko's violet and her breath caught in her throat as she stared back, entranced. Pieces of his hair had fallen into his face and clung to his skin and his wet shirt clung to his torso molding to fit and detail the lean, taut muscles normally hidden by the loose fabric. Seeing her expression turn sultry as her eyes roamed over his wet chest, Iruka's expression darkened with lust.

Yuriko's hands pulled the bottom hem of his shirt from his abs and peeled the sopping fabric up and over his head and onto the floor and Iruka stood there, allowing her to do whatever she wanted with him. She seemed to be on a mission and whatever the objective was, he wasn't going to stand in her way of it. She gently traced her fingertips over his scars before pressing her palms to his chest and pushing him against the wall to give her space to step into the tub as well. The blush that rose over Iruka's cheeks spurred her on as she trailed soft, sweet, languid kisses along his shoulders, across his pecks, up his neck, along his jaw, and finally meeting his lips in a deep, slow kiss as she untied his headband and let his hair down. When she pulled away and met his eyes, the last thing he remembered seeing was a smirk play across her lips before she pulled his headband over his eyes and tied it there.

"Yuriko, what are you doing?" he asked, slightly nervous but also extremely excited. She'd never been so forward before but it seemed to come so naturally to her to take the lead.

"Experimenting," she purred.

"How so?"

"Don't talk unless I do something that you're not comfortable with or I address you directly. Understood?"

"Understood," he grinned feeling himself stiffen within the confines of his pants.

"You will remain speechless until instructed otherwise. If you are enjoying yourself, however, I want to hear your sounds of pleasure. Nod if you agree to these terms."

Iruka nodded and was rewarded with a brief sweet kiss before he felt her pull away and was left feeling cold and alone all of a sudden. He opened his mouth to protest her absence but remembered the terms he'd just agreed to and shut his mouth again, waiting impatiently for her to reassure him of her presence. He didn't have to wait long before he gasped in surprise as he felt her soft, pillow lips leisurely kiss a meandering trail from his waistband to his neck while her gentle fingertips trailed along his sides and arms, pushing them behind his back. She licked from his earlobe to his helix before nibbling on it gently and Iruka's breath hitched when she gently blew on the trail of saliva, causing a cooling sensation before she whispered into his ear, her warm breath a welcome contrast to the coolness just before.

"Those stay there behind your back. Understood?"

Iruka swallowed hard, feeling his length twitch and become fully erect. Her voice was deep and sultry almost as if she was an entirely different person but he knew it was her by the smell of her hair products. "Understood."

"That's a good boy," she purred and Iruka whined and panted, his erection growing painful in its heavy, wet confines as her warm tongue trailed down his neck, punctuated by soft kisses and gentle nibbles.

Yuriko's hands meandered along his torso, memorizing every beautiful scar by touch and when they reached his waistband, she unbuttoned his pants and peeled them away. When she'd removed the pants and his socks, her fingers danced up his legs, paying special attention to his inner thighs and Iruka's jaw hung slack. Despite the cold of still being damp, his body was on fire and everywhere her fingers were seemed to grow hotter still. She lightly brushed the backs of her fingers along his erection eliciting a sharp inhale and excited moan from Iruka before her fingers swiftly maneuvered to the waistband of his boxers. She pulled the elastic about an inch from his body and let it go with a "snap" and Iruka twitched with another lusty moan. Yuriko hummed in curiosity and did it again. When she pulled the same response from him, a small, wicked grin spread across her face.

"Did you enjoy that, Iruka? That little bit of sharp, stinging pain?"

Iruka's mouth went dry and he swallowed hard before licking his lips and answering with a weak, "Yes, ma'am." Yuriko hummed in approval and buried a finger into his waistband again, pulling it further away and holding it there for a moment, building Iruka's anticipation for it. He began to squirm after about ten seconds and whined when another ten seconds or so passed before she let the elastic go. When it snapped back to his waist, Iruka let out a breathy, almost needy groan and was panting. He'd never done something like this before, and he had no idea that he would enjoy letting a woman take control and have her way with him.

Having discovered Iruka's slightly masochistic side, she wondered what else he would enjoy and decided to further experiment. She peeled away the thin layer of fabric that was his boxers and threw them, adding the final clothing article between the two of them to the pile of wet clothes on the bathroom floor. She took his length into her lithe fingers and squeezed it firmly but not enough to hurt and Iruka let out a gurgled moan through clenched teeth. She let up on her grip slightly, pressing herself into his side and tenderly kissed his neck, her hand stroking his cock leisurely and Iruka panted, wondering if she'd ever done something like this before. She was way too good at it for it to be her first time, but knowing her sexual history, he couldn't imagine when or how she could have done it before. Yuriko pressed herself further into him and bit his neck where it met his shoulder and Iruka strangled another yell by biting his lip as his body began to tremble, his knees going weak while her hand continued to slide along his length.

"Iruka your body reacts so honestly to my touch," she purred into his neck as she watched her hand on his hard shaft. "Your cheeks are flushed, your breathing tempered, your pulse racing. Your expressions are beautifully erotic and the sounds coming out of your mouth are so lewd. It's a gorgeous sight to behold, you quivering in need."

Iruka moaned again, feeling his cock twitch between her deft fingers. She was saying such dirty things. It wasn't like her at all, but it was unbelievably sexy. She hummed in satisfied approval at his reaction and pulled him into a deep kiss. His lips against hers were sloppy and needy and he whimpered into it wanting more. He wanted more of her, more teasing, more kissing, more everything and she was drunk on power, loving every moment of her lover's submission and how readily he bent to her whims.

"Have a seat, Iruka," she demanded when she pulled away and stepped out of the bathtub, and he clumsily made his way to a seated position in the empty tub, his arms still behind his back. When he was comfortable, she carefully stepped back into the tub with one leg on either side of Iruka's hips.

A strong, pungent but still slightly sweet scent assaulted his nose and Iruka's heart thudded hard against his ribcage. He swallowed through a lump in his throat but it was to no avail as he began salivating. He knew that scent. He was certain he'd never smelled this one in particular, but he knew exactly what it was.

"Do you know what is in front of you, Iruka?" Yuriko inquired.

"Yes, ma'am."

"What do you want to do with it? Tell me in detail."

Iruka's face burned bright red. Was she honestly asking him what he wanted to do to the source of the irresistible scent in his nose? As his silence dragged on, Yuriko became impatient and grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling his head back and he whimpered but didn't want her to stop.

"I asked you a question, didn't I, Iruka?" she demanded.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Then answer it. What do you want to do with my tight little pussy?"

Iruka whined as his cock twitched at her lewd language and bit his lip before he blurted out his answer; "God, it smells so good! I want to taste it! I want to lick it and suck on your clit until you cum in my mouth over and over and over again. May I please have it? Please, Yuriko?"

Yuriko released her grip on his hair and caressed his cheek. He was deceivingly adorable and yet oh so erotic. He said such naughty things and his begging to please her excited Yuriko beyond anything she thought or knew she was capable of experiencing from being in a position of power over a man.

"Good boy," she purred and kissed his lips, soft and sweet before she pulled away and stood up straight again, her arousal returned to in front of Iruka's face. "You can take your hands from behind your back and claim your reward for your honesty."

Iruka reached out to find Yuriko and when his hands found her legs, he caressed up them, gently squeezing her thighs and blazing trails of heated kisses and lines of saliva along the way until his hands found her firm, round ass. Gripping onto her rear end, he pulled her hips closer and buried his mouth into her hot core and Yuriko yipped in surprise and arousal at the sudden warmth enveloping her netherregions. She was already slick with arousal and Iruka hummed in delighted content as he tongued every bit of her, cleaning the juices up with his strong, flexible digit, savoring the musky, tangy-sweet taste of her.

Yuriko's legs began to shake and her breathing became ragged as Iruka skillfully ravaged her pussy and she found it harder and harder not to moan out like a wailing banshee as the first, then the second, and third waves of pleasure overtook her senses. She ripped the headband from over his eyes and buried her fingers in his silken locks while she stared down at him, her dominant streak completely obliterated. Meanwhile, Iruka continued to enjoy his reward, his own eyes clouded with lust as he hummed into her folds and stared into her eyes, lavishing in the wanton moans that escaped from deep within her and the provocative expressions that contorted her facial muscles. She was putty in his hands, barely standing on her own as her entire body shook and convulsed with the power and intensity of her orgasms. Iruka couldn't take the discomfort of his erection anymore and reached between his legs, taking a firm grip of his length and stroking in time with his oral ministrations.

Yuriko stopped counting after earth-shaking orgasm number seven but Iruka kept going and when he saw her eyes roll to the back of her head and her expression freeze into one of spacey euphoria, a loopy grin across her lips and a tiny bit of drool dribbling out of the corner of her mouth, he lost it, shooting his thick load onto the shower wall, moaning into her and pushing her even higher into bliss. She collapsed and Iruka caught her, gently maneuvering her down to rest against him, her body still a sweaty, twitching, panting mess and Iruka smiled, satisfied with his lover's satisfaction and that he'd been the one to provide it for her. Iruka held her close, stroking her back and gently kissing her cheek, forehead, and hair while he waited for her to come down from her high and back to reality a bit. She was so beautiful, even in this state, he thought. Yuriko came to a moment later with a gasp and a start, sitting up and looking around in confusion.

"Welcome back," Iruka teased, still trailing his fingertips along whatever expanse of skin he could reach and Yuriko shuddered and moaned with each swipe before she had to hold his hands to stop him, already panting again. Every nerve in her body was on high alert and overly sensitive and his tender ministrations only served to keep her mind fuzzy.

"You… you didn't finish…" she pouted after a moment of collecting herself.

"Oh, I did," he chuckled and kissed her forehead reassuringly. "Shall we use the shower for what it's intended to be used for and get cozy in bed? Since someone decided that our clothes needed to get drenched, I have nothing to wear home."

Yuriko giggled and used the wall to steady herself on her wobbly legs as she stood up and stepped out of the bathtub again to give Iruka space to stand, her legs still weak. Yuriko started the water and stepped back in with Iruka who held her steady. He lovingly washed her, taking great care in his pampering her and she returned the gesture, languidly running her hands over his lathered body. It was the most intimate thing either of them had ever done and it was luxuriously romantic. When they had finished washing and drying, they crawled into bed and Iruka wrapped his arms around Yuriko, cradling her to him.

"This was not how I intended to end my day, but I wouldn't trade it for anything," he whispered and kissed her head. "I love you so much, Yuriko."

She pulled his arms around her tighter, pressing herself deeper into him and smiled. "And I love you, Iruka."