after a year of not writing anything, i wrote a narusaku fic and yes, i will be continuing this

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after a year of not writing anything, i wrote a narusaku fic and yes, i will be continuing this

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Could you please do more Narusaku boxing au ? âďšâ i love them !!
The first time Naruto saw her two words came into mind:fragile and dainty. It was when she started training that his first impressionof her changed for his punches paled in comparison to her jabs and hooks whichalmost sent the heavy bag, she had been using, almost flying from where ithang.
He couldnât help it. He was in the middle of training but hestopped and watched her in rapt fascination, wondering what she did to get thatunbelievable strength he hadnât seen before.
âWow! Youâre cool!â He hadnât realized he had said it alouduntil she turned and looked at him.
âAre you talking about me?â
Prompt:Â Sakura intimidates men
âSheâs single? No way Sai! Youâre lying. Thatâs impossible!â Although the information worked to his advantage, Naruto couldnât, for the life of him, imagine that a woman like Haruno Sakura, was not taken. She had to be.
âWhether you believe it or not, itâs the truth, Naruto. Sheâs single.â
âBut she is beautiful, kind, helpful, caring, intelligent, punches a heavy bag like a pro and strikes a speed bag twice as hard and fast than an ordinary, amateur boxer. Sheâs perfect,â
âShe has a temper and sheâs very strong thatâs why she intimidates most men . Those are some of the reasons why she doesnât have a boyfriend. I think.â
He scrunched his brows. âBut sheâs amazing!â
âItâs because youâre in love with her that you donât get it. Everything she does is perfect in your eyes. You couldnât even imagine someone not liking her,â
since you did one of naruto eating out sakura, id like one of sakura sucking off naruto.
Sure anon :-)
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Theiralcohol-induced minds threw all reasons out the window a long time ago. Therewas only the overpowering need to tear each otherâs clothes off and have theirway with each other.
With lust takingthe reins, Naruto and the stranger fell into a messy heap on the bed. The womanchuckled and untangled herself from him, her hands groping for him in thedarkness. She caressed his chest, his back and his thighs, each of her touchsending warm and pleasant sensations in his body.
âYouâre hard. You want me that much hhhhmmm?,â her naughty voice turned him on likeno other and he moaned when she started massaging him through his pants. It wasabsolute torture having her hands right where he wanted them but with thefabric hindering him to feel more.
âWant me to putyour cock inside my mouth?â she asked naughtily.
âYes,â
With haste, Narutomoved to sit on the edge of the bed while she kneel on the floor between hisparted legs. She wasted no time and pulled his zipper and jeans down to revealhis erection, which she held and examined in admiration.
Prompt: Sakura is pregnant with Shinachiku (canon-verse, post 700)
Note: I do not plan to read the rest of Gaiden. I only read chapter one and this particular drabble is somehow connected to that. This is also the first time Iâve tried second person POV.
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Not long before you awake, he stops and regards you with tired eyes, his presence, a soothing medicine to your tired and limp body.
âSakura-chan, are you all right?â you heard him ask, his voice sounding like a whisper from a faraway place. You slowly sit up on your bed, the headboard supporting your back. Your vision clears and you see him, worried eyes and all, by your bedside. He doesnât scold, doesnât say harsh words, and doesnât tell you anything that will make you upset. He just looksâŚ.relieved.
âWhere am I?â
âYouâre in the hospital. Shizune and the other ninjas brought you here after Sarada asked for help.â
After hearing the explanation, you remember some bits of what happened. You scolded Sarada, you punched the ground in anger and after that, you blacked out.
âHow long have I been asleep? And whereâs Sarada?â
âYouâve been out for five hours. Tsunade took Sarada for a while to have lunch so you donât have to worry. Sheâs in good hands and sheâll return in a few hours,â
âThank you for being here. I didnât expect it,â
His face contorts into one of seriousness. âSakura-chan, we need to talk. Shizune told me everything so you donât have to hide stuffs from me anymore.â He was looking into your eyes when he said that and you know that you look guilty. You couldnât hide it and youâre sure he wouldnât miss it either.
âNaruto, Iâm afraid. It only happened once and I am so confused. Everything is messed-up and what happened a month ago was aâŚ.â You stop. Deep in your heart, you like to believe it is not a mistake, a blunder or stupidity. That what happened is brought about by love, forcibly restrained and bottled-up, never to be seen again and you thought it is gone until a spark, a small one, revived the longing glances and pleasant butterflies in the stomach. Again.
He notices the pause and you know that he knows what you would have said. He is always good at reading your actions and he seems to have a knack for knowing your innermost thoughts. His hand moves, interlacing your fingers together.
âI understand how hard it is. I donât know what to say or do when Iâve found out everything. At first, Iâve blamed myself. I was so afraid Sakura-chan. So afraid of what people would say, so afraid of the possible reactions of my child, my wife, her fatherâŚof everyone. Itâs been so difficult and sometimes, I want to just hit myself on the head over and over for losing control.â he stops and swallows and you could sense he is somewhere in the middle of laughing and crying. In your eyes, he looks like a child again; the boisterous child with the large grin that came back to Konoha two years after training with Jiraiya and the child that keeps on asking you out on dates before he sets you free, thinking it will make you happy.
âYou regret it donât you?â You ask and force yourself to listen though you are afraid to hear his answer.

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Prompt: Naruto eats Sakura out.
Note: This one is a re post and although itâs badly written and it is smut, I am not even ashamed.
Warning: Donât read if you donât like smut :-)
That feeling when you finally achieve something after trying so hard for so many years. How do I even begin to describe it? I donât know. Iâm just happy. No. I donât think thatâs even the right way to put it. Iâm beyond happy. Iâm elated, grateful and overwhelmed by her presence. After our marriage, the apartment has been so full of life and joy that sometimes, I find myself wondering how I even survive all these years. Everything is so different now.
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I sigh in contentment and lean back on the couch after a long and tiring day. Sakura appears from the kitchen door, a bowl of chips on her hands. I move to my left and she sits beside me.
She places the bowl on the table in front of us and grabs the remote. I let her choose what we watch every movie night. I donât really mind. Iâll gladly watch every movie as long as itâs with her. As she busies herself looking for a late-night movie or TV show, I resort to gazing at her from this angle. To have her comforting warmth beside me on a cold Saturday night made my insides burst with so much happiness. I love her-have loved her ever since but at a time like this when I get to really gaze at her, cheeks reflecting the light from the TV and brows furrowed in concentration, while thinking of all the good and bad times we shared together, I find myself falling deeply in love with her more.
Prompt: Naruto gets emotional
A feeling of dread settled at the pit of Sakuraâs stomach when her husband marched into the kitchen with tears in his eyes.
âS..Sakura-chanâŚour sonâŚâ his voice quivered and a tear fell.
âWhat is it? Did something happen to Shina-chan?â Her brows met. When she left the bedroom a few minutes ago, Naruto was playing with their son, both of them laughing like they donât have a care in the world. The shift in mood was so sudden it scared her.
âShina-chanâŚ.heâŚ.heâŚâ his lower lip shook and more tears fell. Sakura grabbed his shoulder with trembling hands. âWhat happened?â she demanded but Naruto just sobbed. Unable to wait for his reply, she rushed to Shinachikuâs room, her thoughts a jumbled mess, her heartbeat, a pounding crescendo in her chest.
Prompt:Â Sakura finds love in a society with strict guidelines
Note:Â I would love to use Sarada because it sounds better and is related to Hinduism for it is another name for the Hindu goddess Saraswati but I read in a post somewhere that it really is Salad, nothing more, nothing less so I want to use âSaladâ. The problem is, when I write, the name simply distracts me a lot for some reason and I just couldnât bear it so Iâll settle for âSaradaâ as a personal preference.
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Born in a society that deemed power and influence as bases in finding a good husband, Sakura had lost faith in love. She, just like all the girls of her age, had followed customs and traditions and married for status and wealth.
The marriage didnât last long. After four years she became a widow and was left with a daughter, a good amount of money from her husbandâs family and a house in the countryside where she was allowed to take charge over a small land.
It was at this point in her life that true love came unexpected, like the present one receives when there is no occasion or a pat on the shoulder from someone whom you least expect but want it the most from.