Author's Note: ๐ญ๐ด, M/M, Mpreg, Mates, Limes & Lemons later on, so be forewarned
Sorry for the late post! Been on a much needed family vacation!
๐ผ๐ก๐จ๐ค, ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ง๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ค๐ช๐๐ ๐๐๐จ๐ช๐ ๐'๐จ ๐๐๐
As soon as I touched the door to the cottage Jiraiya burst through, stopping me. "C'mon, cub let's have a little chat," he said while grabbing my inner arm and pulling me aside.
"I should be there," I stated firmly. Her procedure involved bringing back Naruto's memories. If something happens or worse, what will they do?
Jiraiya shook his head, "Mito is skilled in her craft. She can handle it." He was dismissive of my concerns, which did not put my mind at ease. There was always a risk no matter how skilled the individual was.
"I can be there to help soothe him." I insisted, as what happened earlier flashed in my head, that feeling of helplessness as he suffered through so much pain, it did not go unnoticed to me that he seemed to calm down in my arms.
Jiraiya reinsured me, snapping me from my reverie, "Mito's got this. You'll only get in her way."
He said this in a way that was supposed to be comforting.
"I don't understand. Shouldn't I be there to help calm him, if things go awry? I know the memories are going to take their toll on him." I protested, feeling frustrated this was partly their fault. They should never have deceived him or acted without his knowledge.
I felt that their actions were unfair and caused unnecessary stress on him and our baby. I know I had no right to preach, after all, I had contributed to his suffering, but I was paying for my mistakes.
As if swatting a fly, Jiraiya dismissed my concerns with a wave of his hand. She plans to overlap his memories with memories of you, so he should be okay."
"What the hell!" I shouted. I knew her sudden change in heart seemed too good to be true. Her acceptance was so effortless that she did not protest. It was a trap, and I should have known it. As I turned toward the door, I felt my fist clench.
"That bitch!" I shouted and attempted to push my way past him.
"Hey now let's not start name-callin'. Mito gave me strict orders to keep you here, we can't have ya going and mucking things up." I looked at his tightening grip and back at his face as he grabbed my arm once more. It was a staredown between us both.
I could feel myself activating my Mangekyo Sharingan, my eyes a mixture of that eerie red hue and ebony.
Jiraiya remained unfazed by my nonverbal threat. I could see him smirk, which only fueled my anger even more. I wanted to take that stupid smirk off his face.
"You think this is funny?" I said while snatching my arm away.
"Of course not, cub, but what' s done can't be undone."
"You are interfering with his memories, you can't tell me it won't all backfire in the end," I yelled, and I could feel the heat bubbling inside my throat, spreading to my cheeks.
"Is that something you're all proud of? You're making me an accomplice to him living a lie, after I just promised him no more lies. He doesn't deserve to be hurt anymore!"
"You're in no condition to fight," Jiraiya said, ignoring my words. He stood there analyzing me, his expression showing that he did not see me as much of a threat.
He seemed unfazed by my injuries as if they were insignificant in comparison to his strength. But I knew that even in my current state, I was a force to be reckoned with. I would prove to him that I am a formidable opponent, no matter my condition.
"I don't care! It's going to take the intervention of whatever deity you people believe in to stop me from going through that fucking door, old man." I steady myself for a fight.
"I'm not gonna fight ya." He said flatly.
"Then move out of my way!" Just then, the door swung open.
"What's going on here?" Naruto asked, causing my heart to start racing as I saw him standing there with a mischievous grin on his face.
Naruto's POV Through His Overlapping Memories
Despite his best efforts to resist, my persistence eventually wore him down. As he finally gave in and returned my kiss, I couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph wash over me. I knew that this relationship would certainly face challenges, but I was determined to make it work no matter the consequences. This small victory was just the beginning of our journey together.
I could feel his long pale digits starting to gently caress my body. It felt like he was determined to learn every inch of me. Although he was human and I was a kitsune, our chance meeting was not hindered.
There was nothing more thrilling than this forbidden relationship, so I knew now he would do whatever it took to be together. Our fascination was only heightened by the risks. I couldn't imagine giving up these stolen moments with him, no matter how much my people may disapprove. This was worth the risk.
Our kiss deepened, and he broke away, his voice deep and breathy, causing my heart to flutter. He asked, "Are you sure?" I nodded, even though I was nervous.
As he helped me undress, I couldn't help but feel vulnerable yet safe in his presence. His gentle touch and attentive movements made me feel cherished and cared for. I trusted him completely, allowing him to undress me without any hesitation.
It felt right even though it was hard to breathe, stepping back, he took in the view with his dark gaze.
In the past, being naked had never bothered me before, but having him watch me made me feel compelled to cross my arms. As I locked eyes with him, my mind suddenly flashed back to the first time I saw him - his captivating crimson eyes with that distinctive pinwheel design that had completely drawn me in.
But as I looked at him now, all I saw were dark and mysterious pools staring back at me. Were they always this way? I couldn't shake off this feeling of unease, but I tried to convince myself that it was just my nerves playing tricks on me.
"No fair, I can't be the only one undressed here..." I said while cocking my head to the side.
As I stood there shivering in the cold, he moved closer to me with a deep chuckle. "No worries you won't be for long," he said, as he grabbed both my wrists and brought my hands up to the clasp of his coat.
With a gentle smile, he leaned over, allowing me to help him remove it. I could feel his warmth emanating from it as I took it off.
His hair was different; shorter than I remembered but that thought left my mind once his muscular chest was bare. My hand lingered by his navel where his all-black hakama pants hung dangerously low to the point where I could see his prominent hipbones.
By now all I could hear was the blood rushing to my ears, as I locked eyes with his piercing black gaze a smirk formed on his chiseled face.
"This is the last place I would imagine us doing this." He stated his voice barely audible, with a hint of amusement in his tone. As those words left his mouth, I couldn't help but smile. I couldn't help how my mind ran wild. I could feel my tail swaying side to side with an eagerness.
I looked around us, and I could feel this deep connection and underlying tension in the air. He was by my side, and I could feel the heat of his gaze. I knew that this moment would stay with me forever.
"You imagined us doing it?" I asked, unable to hide the wide smile that was spreading across my face. It amused me that he had thought about this, even for a moment.
"You know what I mean," he replied, with a sigh. But his eyes betrayed a hint of amusement as well. I could tell that he found this situation just as intriguing as I did.
"Rather, this is a circumstantial union. We are being drawn together by some invisible force, and I can't quite figure out why. When it comes to individuals, I'm neutral, but not you ." He seemed perplexed by this.
As he spoke, his gentle touch slid to the small of my back, drawing me closer to him. Our bodies pressed together, and I could feel the heat emanating from his skin as it met mine.
The sensation of his fingertips on my flesh sent an electric pulse through my entire being. The longing that surged through my veins consumed my senses, leaving me breathless and entirely lost in the moment.
"Oh?" I managed to reply through closed eyes.
As his warm, calloused fingers intertwined with my silky hair, his other hand brushed through it with gentle and affectionate strokes. In a soft and hushed tone, he whispered a term of endearment that was reserved only for me, "My Kiiro Honล." My eyes snapped open, and I gazed into his deep, piercing gaze, fully understanding the meaning behind his words.
At that moment, I realized that I belonged to him, and he belonged to me. I felt his palm slowly move from my hair down to my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine. As his touch lingered on my skin, I felt a sensation that I had never experienced before, a feeling of complete and utter devotion, trust, and love.
It was as if he was teasing me, and I couldn't help but be entranced by his touch. I could feel myself visibly swallowing, unsure of what to feel or how to handle this.
I don't know why, but my entire body was shaking. I could feel his back bowing outward as he moved closer to my neck.
His breath felt warm on my skin before his lips gently touched the sensitive spot.
The sensation made my skin tingle. With each kiss, there was a slight brush of his tongue, which caused my heart to race faster, and my body to respond eagerly to his touch.
I closed my eyes and surrendered to the sensations, losing myself in the moment as his lips continued their journey down.
When I made it back that morning, I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face.
It was hard to focus on anything else as I anxiously waited for the bonding ceremony to begin. Despite there being hours before it started, my mind was consumed with thoughts of that night.
As I walked back toward my kin, I couldn't help but feel self-conscious about my appearance. I had been on a long trek through the woods among other things, and my clothes were disheveled, and covered in dirt and twigs.
My hair was tangled and messy, and my face was flushed from the exertion of the journey. As I approached my kin, I could see them looking at me with amusement, their eyes glinting mischievously.
They greeted me warmly, but their teasing jabs at my appearance took the wind out of my sails and dampened my previously cheerful mood.
Just then, Deidara stopped his teasing.
"Wait, what's that?" I heard him say while pointing at my neck.
"What's what?" I said genuinely confused. If it was another joke, I was ready to hit him.
Deidara came closer, "Is that a..." He leaned forward, his eyes widening. "That's a love bite! What have you been up to?" he screamed, causing Kiba and Gaara to approach me curiously.
"What!" I had zoned out again, but when I looked at Kiba his mouth was ajar, Gaara remained silent while planting his face firmly in one of his palms. I knew he was the only one out of our friend group that knew...
"What," I played dumb, "it might just be a bug bite!" I offered while taking a huge step back as their eyes all turned towards my 'love bite' making me feel uneasy, Quickly, I slapped a hand over it. It was none of their business!
"Yeah, if that bug has lips and has been sucking on your neck. C'mon now we're not stupid. We know you've been up to somethin'. Even Kiba told us that night he came to visit your room and waited well into the morning, but ya never showed up." He whispered the last part with mock shock. "So, where were ya huh huh huh?" Deidara pressed while stepping forward once again to jab his pointer finger hard against my chest.
"None of ya business," I swatted his hand away while raising my shirt collar to hide my neck, I continued, "Now if you will excuse me, I have the fight to win!" With that said I eagerly pushed my way past the three of them and began to sprint down the corridor to my room, my heart pounding in my chest. I rounded the corner and heard footsteps behind me, but I was determined to get away.
I sprinted towards my room door and just as I was about to open it, I heard a voice call out to me.
"Hey, cub where have you been? Your grandfather's been looking everywhere for ya!"
Jiraiya said and in a couple of large strides, he caught up to me. It was he who ushered me into my room.
Just what the hell happened to you?" His tone was serious as he eyed me. "Your grandfather was about to tear the entire village apart looking for ya."
As I stood before Uncle Jiraiya, I found myself struggling to meet his gaze. I couldn't bring myself to lie to him, so I simply kept my mouth shut and hung my head in shame.
Just when I thought the silence had become unbearable, I decided to break it with some lighthearted banter. "I have some good news," I announced, mustering up a joking smile. "I'm ready for the tournament that I'm gonna win!" Despite my attempt at humor, Jiraiya's reaction was less than enthusiastic.
He let out a deep sigh and I could tell that he was trying his best to hold back his true feelings. His mouth twitched ever so slightly, betraying the fact that he was struggling to keep from returning my smile.
"You're ready for more than just that, so it seems if that love bite on your neck is any indication." I felt my cheeks heat up as I looked away. "It's nothing," I muttered, trying to sound casual. "I'm just excited to fight." Jiraiya nodded, his smile softening. "Mhm, well you should do a better job at hiding that 'nothing' you mentioned." He winked at me before leaving my room.
I stood there, my heart racing, feeling as if... I had a feeling I was about to say another name, but the name that came to mind was not right. His name is Sasuke-momo-kun and he had done more than just give me a 'love bite'. I touched my neck and could still feel the soft imprint of his lips on my skin. That night was... I couldn't even put it into words.
We did things that would make even the most experienced of demons blush. I had no time to remanence as I stared at my ceremonial robes. Yeah, I'm not wearing those.
I stood in front of the mirror, examining myself before running my fingers through my hair trying to fix my appearance. Even then I couldn't help but burst out laughing. I did look crazy. I realized that the battle I was fighting was internal and not worth sacrificing my happiness and freedom for. I refused to conform to my people's expectations and let others' opinions hold me down. Instead, I chose to be with the person I loved, regardless of anyone else's thoughts.
It was my life, my choice, and I wouldn't let anyone else dictate it. Lost in thought, I was still reeling from the fact that my uncle had covered for me. He had told my grandfather that I was just nervous before the tournament. I felt grateful and indebted to him, knowing that he had my back no matter what.
As I watched the fighters enter the arena some of them waving up at the booth where Granddad and I were. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for my village and the talented fighters whom I would have the honor to fight! Just as Uncle Jiraiya took the stage to announce the tournament, my mind started to drift once again.
The weight of my secret was still heavy on my shoulders. I wanted to see him again to feel him again. I missed him already, I had so much fun in his village. He had shown me things about myself that I never would have known. Like for example the sensation in my rear. I never knew how good that felt.
I could feel the heat spreading throughout my body. My heart was pounding as the memories of that night flooded my senses. There was so much kissing and huggin' the way he touched me was in a way I hadn't experienced before, and I had trusted him fully.
Standing there naked as the day I was born the wind whipped at our bare skin, and I couldn't help but feel vulnerable in front of him. However, as he guided me through the experience, I began to feel more comfortable and empowered. Standing there, exposed to the elements, I realized that this was a moment of true trust between us. And as we stood together in our birthday suits, I knew that I was in the right hands. Before I knew it, I found myself lying on my back on top of a makeshift pile made from our clothes.
The softness of the material beneath me felt comforting, cradling my body in an almost intimate way. The air was thick as our eyes met, a silent understanding passing between us.
As if he sensed my vulnerability, he was gentle. His touch was tender, a reassurance that everything was okay, even in this unconventional setting. Slowly, he made his way towards me, his eyes never leaving mine. With each passing second, I could feel my body temperature rise, a wave of anticipation washing over me.
His hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of my form. His fingers traced the lines of my curves, memorizing every curve and dip. His touch was both familiar and unfamiliar, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't contain.
And then, suddenly, he was between my legs. The warmth of his breath mingled with mine, creating an invitation that I couldn't refuse. He moved slowly, leaving me breathless and yearning for more. His tongue left a trail of heat, tracing the contours of my body, igniting a fire deep within my soul.
I squirmed beneath him, a mixture of pleasure and the need to escape. The sensations were overwhelming, making it difficult for me to control myself.
"Why are you wearing a scarf?" I heard my granddad say as I sat down next to him in a booth in the arena.
"Hm? Oh, I just felt like wearing one." I replied.
"It's hot enough to cook meat out here. I see you also refuse to wear your ceremonial robes, why must you always disobey me?" He sighed.
I just gave him a crooked grin. He did not respond.
As I got comfortable in my seat, my eyelids grew heavy, and I must have dozed off. Suddenly, I felt a sharp nudge in my arm and opened my eyes to see Gramps looking at me sternly. "Stop being disrespectful," he whispered angrily. Feeling embarrassed, I mumbled a quick apology under my breath, hoping to make amends.
Now was having a hard time being away from Sasuke and was now my people expected to fight and possibly be bonded. I felt myself heave a sigh as I rested my chin on my palm.
Before I knew it only six remained and I had to fight each of them. If I were to lose- No, I'm not even going to entertain the thought. I refuse to lose!
"Alright!" Despite his annoyance, I flashed my granddad a goofy smile, "cya," I called before leaping down.
I looked over all the potential mates before locking eyes with Kiba's chocolate ones.
"Just so ya all know. I don't plan on losing ever! And I will never be bonded!" I announced for all to hear me before flipping my scarf around my neck and placing both hands on my hips as I let out a boisterous laugh. Between bouts of laughter, I found myself glancing curiously at my grandad. I could tell he was annoyed with me if his smoldering glare was anything to go off. When I looked at Uncle Jiraiya he was trying to hold in his laughter.
Even with the lack of sleep, I was ready, my lack of sleep was subsequently due to my first time, we were going at it all night like rabbits- Awe man, why did I start thinking about that and now it was damn near impossible to stop the memories from flooding my mind. He was rough just as he was gentle.
The pain I experienced eventually gave way to pleasure in intensity. Oh shit! I just barely had time to dodge the fist coming straight to my face. Err... Right, focus Uzumaki.
Despite the exhaustion from lack of sleep, I was still able to dodge the barrage of kicks and punches thrown my way. With each round, I could feel my body getting weaker, but my determination to win kept me going. As I emerged victorious in each round, I couldn't wait to tell Sasuke-Momo-Kun about my success.
I wonder how I could sneak out and see him again.