Author's Note: ๐ญ๐ด, M/M, Mpreg, Mates, Limes & Lemons later on, so be forewarned
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As soon as the dust settled, I quickly averted my gaze from Kurama. It was evident from the intense exchange of looks that both of us were eager to find out if Naruto was still conscious. The impact of the blow had rendered him motionless, lying on his back, clearly unconscious. A sense of relief washed over me, as it became apparent that I had emerged victorious. I had proven myself to be a worthy companion, confidently making my way to him.
I stood over him, my heart pounding with adrenaline. With a surge of aggression, I clenched my fist tightly around the collar of Naruto's jumper, asserting my dominance.
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it! Well, it looks like our little Naruto has met his match. Sasuke is our winner!" Jiraiya announced in a tone filled with astonishment. The crowd erupted in cheers and boos. It was a mixed crowd, to say the least. Determination burned in my eyes as I leaned in, my free hand swiftly removing the mask that concealed my identity.
At the sound of a gasp, I turned my attention to Jiraiya, who stood before me in astonishment. His surprise was palpable, evident in the widening of his eyes and the sharp intake of breath. Perhaps he had expected someone far different, "I was expecting someone far uglier." He gave a hardy chuckle.
As held Naruto's unconscious body, I paused for a moment to make sure that his friend Kiba could see what was about to happen. With a sense of possessiveness, I leaned down and pressed my lips against Naruto's, asserting my claim over him. He was not just a friend or a companion; he was my fiancรฉ, my mate, or whatever term people chose to use. As I sealed the kiss, my eyes instinctively darted toward Kiba, curious to see his reaction. Unable to resist, I gave him a smug wink, knowing it would likely provoke a response. Sure enough, Kiba quickly retaliated by flipping me off, a clear display of his annoyance or disapproval. Whichever one I did not care I won.
Just then Naruto moaned causing me to let go of him. He hit the ground again and that seemed to jerk him awake. He sat up grabbing his head. "What happened-" He looked up at me his words dying in his throat.
"No," he said in disbelief and quickly stood. He grabbed ahold of my vest pulling me closer and down to his level, "What are you doing here? If they find out that you're human, they'll kill you." He placed his hand over the slash on my arm which was now bleeding. The pressure he applied caused a burning sensation to shoot up my arm to my elbow.
"I needed to talk to you," I winced as his grip tightened, written all over those sun-kissed features was anger.
Just to speak with me, you sneaked into enemy territory and reestablished our bond?" It was evident that he was confused.
"No not just that, I'm here to tell you I am done with the dates and finding a wife."
"You told your Hokage that you're done?" He raised a blonde brow.
"... Yes...Yes! Of course, I'm taking our bond very seriously." The sight of his excitement was worth this little white lie even if it turned out to be a trap for me later.
He smiled at me before yelling, "I accept your proposal!" The crowd went crazy, with cheers and sneers intermingling in the chaotic atmosphere. Amidst the commotion, he demonstrated his remarkable ability by utilizing his Chakra to heal my wound it felt like a million ants crawling under my skin as a burst of energy shot throughout my body.
"My Chakra will help shade you better." His tail started to sway from left to right, I realized he did that when he was happy. He stood there patiently, anticipation hanging in the air as closed the gap. Our eyes met, our gaze intertwining, as if communicating a silent message. At that moment, I felt a surge of affection for him, and a deep urge to show him that I was serious with what I said earlier.
Leaning down, I gently pressed my lips against his forehead, giving him a tender peck. Though he was unconscious at the time I felt that one kiss on the lips was enough, and that was when the other fighters rushed to the stage to congratulate me.
All except one sore loser. Kiba moved to Naruto hugging him. "It's never too late to reject his proposal." I heard him say.
Naruto snickered at that, "My mind's made up, sorry." Something about that insufferable moron making any sound come out of his mouth other than disapproval struck a nerve. "Well, if you change your mind. I'm here."
His blatant disrespect for me was his mistake especially when he was close enough for me to knock a few teeth out of that thick skull, Picking up on this Jiraiya grabbed my inner arm pulling me to the side, "Leave it be cub."
Exhaling through my nose, I looked at the Ashen-haired demon standing before me, "You're right." I said before glancing back at Kiba. His piercing gaze met mine, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of anger rising within me. The tension in my body was palpable, and I could feel it all accumulating in my jaw.
Why did this demon have the power to get under my skin like this? It was infuriating how easily he pushed my buttons, igniting a fire in me that I struggled to control. But I knew I couldn't let my anger consume me. I needed to stay composed and focused.
As I struggled to regain my composure, I noticed Kurama approaching in my peripheral vision. It was a close call, and I realized that my anger had clouded my judgment. I might have missed his presence entirely if I hadn't taken a moment to collect myself.
With a sharp nod, I acknowledged Kurama's arrival, grateful for his timely intervention. It was a reminder that in the face of adversity, it was important to keep a level head and not let emotions dictate my actions. I took a deep breath, allowing the tension in my jaw to dissipate, and prepared myself for what lay ahead.
"Ah, Lord Kurama are you here to greet our winner?" Jiraiya said with a knowing grin, as Kurama gave him a smirk in return. "It will seem as if our winner appeared out of thin air." Kurama's smooth yet assertive tone said with an air of suspicion.
As he stared me down stone-faced, he looked as though he was watching an insect, something that needed to be squished. I wondered if he knew I was human or speculated such.
"I know all the demons in fire country-" He said with a smooth drawl.
"I'm not from around here," I stated quickly.
"Hm, so my grandson's choice of a mate has traveled farther than I expected."
I said nothing. I knew the more I spoke the more I could dig myself into a hole.
"My grandson will show you where you'll be staying. We will celebrate this unexpected victory tonight, and you can wash off that smell." His upper lip was hooked, as he turned away from us leaving the arena. Naruto was by my side as the celebrating fighters and crowd started to die down
What have I got myself into? The arena started to tunnel, and I could feel my palms starting to sweat as my throat grew dry. We were the last to leave and the only two there once we finished talking to the many curious Kitsune who wanted to congratulate us and meet the one who best their prince. I could feel my internal mask slowly slipping as we walked through the door to exit the arena.
It was Naruto who grabbed me pulling me into a tight hug. "Breathe." He spoke. "Just breathe." Unintentionally, my eyes closed. I focused on the warmth coming from his body letting that have all my attention. We fit like puzzle pieces with his small frame against mine. I felt his hands touch my face. "That's better." I looked down at him grateful for the moment.
"C'mon let me show you where you will be staying." He grabbed my wrist pulling me through his village. At first glance, it was evident that the Kitsune people have a deep connection to nature. Their village is nestled among the towering ancient trees, with few stone structures in sight. One particular tree stood out among the rest, and Naruto proudly pointed at it, indicating that it was our home. This tree was not only the largest in the village but also the oldest, showcasing the rich history and reverence the Kitsune people have for their surroundings.
The Kitsune people's choice to build their dwellings within the base of these majestic trees speaks volumes about their close relationship with the natural world. By integrating their homes with the trees, they ensure their sustainability while honoring nature's beauty and wisdom. The village, with its predominantly wooden structures, blends seamlessly into the lush surroundings, creating a harmonious and serene living environment.
The Kitsune people's commitment to preserving their ancestral home is evident in their choice to reside in a village with minimal stone edifices. Instead, they have embraced the organic forms of the trees, allowing them to shape and guide the architecture of their homes. This symbiotic relationship between humans and nature is a testament to the Kitsune people's understanding of the delicate balance that exists in the world.
"That can't possibly be-"
"It is! And we will be sharing a room."
"How will my dear sweet old grandfather-in-law feel about that?" I said with an air of sarcasm.
"Pfft, who cares Gramps don't have to know!" He exclaimed.
"Oh, so you want me to die, is that it?" He laughed at that not knowing I was being serious. This place was something I saw some Kitsune stare at us as we were now Jogging Naruto stringing me along excited to show me my new home. Periodically, he would glance back at me. Once inside the giant old tree, we were greeted by a spiral staircase made from the tree itself.
"We are almost there." He shouted over his shoulder picking up speed. His eagerness made me worry about what was in store.
Upon reaching Naruto's room, where he insisted, we both should share, I couldn't help but notice the striking similarity in size to my apartment. The room was cozy yet spacious, with just enough room for both of us to comfortably live together. As I took in the surroundings, Naruto's voice broke the silence, his excitement palpable.
"This is your new home," he stated happily, giving a playful twirl. The enthusiasm in his voice was infectious, and I couldn't help but smile at his genuine excitement. The room was adorned with a few personal touches, reflecting Naruto's vibrant personality. paintings of his foxes adorned the walls, while shelves were filled with shiny toys and trinkets. The room exuded a sense of warmth and comfort, making it easy for me to feel at ease in this new environment.
The realization that I was in a room with him alone started to creep in. I could only hope Kurama did not decide to pop up he began to explain the Kitsune customs and how the engagement celebration would be tonight. I was starting to feel more and more uncomfortable as he moved closer to me. I tried to think of a way to escape, but my mind was blank. As soon as the door to the room was shut, I felt his hand slide up my flak vest. "We need to get rid of these clothes." I felt myself swallow before nodding. He helped remove my vest and my shirt, I slowly stepped out of my pants as well. There was no way out and I knew it.
I felt a sensation I had never had before forming within me as he admired my body, while he was fully clothed, and I stood in only my underwear staring at him. Despite my desire to cross my arms, I sucked down the feeling of being vulnerable. Having been partially naked in front of someone was nothing new to me, but why did it bother me so much this time?
His gaze lingered for what felt like a lifetime and then he finally spoke. "You are so beautiful," he said in a low voice. His words sent a wave of relief and a sense of control rushed throughout my body, and I looked up into his eyes, my confidence returning.
"Are you trying to butter me up, so I'll get in bed with you?"
"Oy, No-no! I didn't even mean to say that out loud, honestly." The blush that followed his sentence caused me to smirk.
"You just say what first comes to mind?" I asked jokingly.
"Yes."
That explained a lot.
He continued, "If we make love now, then it won't matter whether my grandfather gives his blessing or not tonight; our bond will be unbreakable."
The silence engulfed us; I could feel my breath pick up as we gazed at each other. While licking my lips, I asked, "Can't we just say we did?"
"If we do it'll have to be very convincing."
"Meaning?" It wasn't like someone needed to be in the room with us. I could not see why we couldn't just say we did.
"We have to smell like we did, otherwise they will know."
"Oh okay," I had no idea what he meant.
"We must smell like one another, just trust me."
I sighed but verbally agreed. He began to remove his attire. "Have a seat." He gestured to the mattress behind me. I glanced back at him, raising a brow.
"Trust me." He asserted while placing his palm on my left bicep guiding me backward to his bed. Reluctantly, I had a seat I watched as he removed his jumper. I fought the urge to snort at his boxers. They had little red hearts on them. There was something innocent about this little crazy demon fox. DeJa'Vu flooded my mind when the blonde straddled my legs. I gave him a look. This looked more than just convincing.
I felt a familiarity with this touch; a warmth that ran through my veins. His breath was heavy on my neck as if I had experienced this moment before. I knew I had been here before; I had seen this scene before. He leaned in closer, his lips inches away from mine. A sense of DeJa'Vu flooded my mind.
He seemed pleased with my flustered state, his tail swaying and his ears perked.
"I need you to touch me." He said.
I sucked in a breath but raised my hand placing them in his waist.
"Good now copy me." He said, and gingerly his hands began to explore my chest and body, while I slowly did the same. I watched as his eyes closed as he mapped every inch of me in his fingertips, watching as his head tilted back exposing more neck making hunger coil inside of me. I wanted nothing more than to taste his neck.
"Do it," he breathed causing me to jump. Could he read my thoughts?
I closed my eyes and tried to focus on my breathing to slow the rising heat in my body. I could feel the warmth of his skin radiating against me. I tried to keep my mind focused on something else, but I found my thoughts continually drifting back to him.
I reached out with my right hand and ran it along his neck, my fingertips lightly tracing its curves. His skin was warm and soft beneath my touch, and I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I leaned in closer, my breath tickling his neck, and I could feel his pulse quicken in response.
His breath came out ragged as his fingers tangled in my hair. He felt so good against me, and I wanted this moment to last forever. I could feel his heart racing against my chest, and I just wanted to keep going. I felt like I was in a trance, and nothing else mattered.
His breath hitched and his eyes closed as I felt the shudder that ran through his body. Instinctively, my hands reached up to play with his nipples as I licked and nipped my way down his neck, feeling his muscles contract beneath me. He was breathing heavily now as I kissed my way lower, my mouth slow and teasing as I worked my way down his chest.
His body pressed against mine, igniting a mesmerizing sensation. The friction between us seemed to intensify with every movement, creating a captivating addiction that consumed my senses. Each touch, each graze, sent shivers down my spine as if I couldn't get enough of the electrifying connection we shared. The heat radiating between us became a magnet, drawing us closer together, and amplifying the thirst that surged through our bodies. The grinding motion, filled with an irresistible allure, became a language of its own, speaking volumes of unspoken desires and unquenchable passion. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in the intoxicating dance of our bodies, bound by an insatiable craving for more.
The way he moaned my name as he ground against my member. I wanted him. I wanted to be inside of him.
"That should do." He said snapping me from my stupor.
"What..." I met his heavy-lidded gaze.
"That should convince them. I can smell you all over me."
No that was not fair he couldn't bring me to the brink and then just stop.
"No," I grabbed onto his waist, as he attempted to climb off. "We are going to finish what we started," I said in a growl. He smiled at me, his eyes filled with warmth and understanding, nodding in agreement. At that moment, a sense of comfort washed over me, as if we were silently communicating, sharing a mutual understanding without saying a single word.
As our eyes met, he reached out and gently took ahold of my hand, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through my veins. I could feel my heart race, matching the rhythm of his own. It was a simple gesture, but it held so much meaning, a connection that transcended mere physical touch.
Bringing my hand to his mouth, he delicately nibbled on my index finger, his lips grazing my skin with a gentle, playful touch. It was an intimate act, a display of affection that made my breath catch in my throat. Time seemed to stand still as I watched him, captivated by the tenderness of his actions.
And then, without hesitation, he sucked on my finger, his mouth enveloping it in a soft, sensual embrace. A rush of sensations coursed through my body, my mind consumed with a mixture of desire and anticipation. I felt a shiver creep down my spine, a physical manifestation of what was to come.
We were lost in our own world, caught in a passionate dance. A silent exchange of emotions that spoke volumes without uttering a single word.
"I know you're both in there!" Kiba cried.
The atmosphere in the room was ruined, with Naruto and I enjoying this moment together. But all of that changed when Kiba's frantic knocking shattered the peace. It was evident that he was determined to find us, despite Naruto's attempts to keep this quiet.
Frustration welled up inside me, and I gently pushed Naruto off my lap, making my way toward the bedroom door. I could feel the anger coursing through my veins, fueling my actions. With a determined expression on my face, I flung open the door, revealing Kiba standing there, his face a mix of desperation and annoyance.
I made sure to open the door wide enough so that Kiba could get a clear view of Naruto, still lying on the bed. It was a deliberate move to show Kiba that his intrusion was not only unwelcome but also futile. I wanted him to understand that he had arrived too late, that our moment had already been shared.
As I looked at Kiba, a smug smile played on my lips. I couldn't help but relish in the satisfaction of proving him wrong. The expression on his face spoke volumes, a mix of disbelief and frustration. It was clear that he had expected to catch us in the act, but instead, he was met with a scene that left him defeated.
"You're too late," I said, my voice dripping with triumph. I wanted him to understand that his interruption had not disrupted anything.
With my words hanging in the air, I closed the door, shutting out Kiba and the outside world. The interruption had momentarily dampened the mood, but it had also reminded us of the strength of our connection. As Naruto and I looked at each other. "Well, I know he going to tell my grandfather." He said while rolling on his stomach.
I sighed as the blood started to return to my brain, dinner was going to be fun.
This chapter came out far longer than I wanted it to but oh well haha. Thank you for the review and fav and follow!