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It wasn’t uncommon when a couple was first mated to have unpredictable heats and ruts. In fact it was actually quite common, as their bodies became accustomed to the new scents and pheromones of their newly mated partner.
Sakura knew this— Sage she had diagnosed it at the hospital half a hundred times when patients came in with sudden onset fever and unexplained flu-like symptoms.
Yet, when her own heat had suddenly begun to bubble up, initially manifesting itself in a low, simmering heat that coiled in her lower belly and a barely controlled rage laser focused on Sai, whose hastily drawn caricature had deemed to go out of its way to emphasize the size of her forehead and lack of size in her chest.
While Sakura had laughed uproariously at the previous caricature the svelte artist had presented, of Kakashi-sensei with buck teeth beneath his mask and a tangled nest of silver hair that had become home to a few baby chicks, she had not found her own portrait funny. The dark haired shinobi had barely been able to dodge her fist as it crashed through the ground and nearly caused an earthquake, the smugness of his smirk as he danced away only further irritating her.
Naruto had managed to calm her down, if only just barely, and Sakura had marched home after their training, muttering curses upon Sai under her breath. The words slutty little waist sprung forth easily, and somehow Naruto managed not to snicker too loudly at that, therefore narrowly avoiding his pink haired teammates ire as she threw a dirty look over her shoulder.
It was hot, unusual for Konoha at this time of year, and by the time Sakura had made it back to the Uchiha compound her collar was slick with sweat and her qipao was clinging to her lower back uncomfortably.
The kunoichi managed to slip through the compound, narrowly avoiding many of the people she would normally stop to speak to. Even Izuna, whom she had come to regard in as close a confidence as if he were her own brother, recognizing his chakra signature at the koi pond he was so fond of and narrowly managing to skirt around him by smothering her own chakra down to embers.
She was quick to retire to the Head house she had been living in for the past nine months. She slipped inside without trouble, the seals at the door recognizing her chakra and allowing her entry to the Uchiha clan head's prized home with a simple press of her palm.
Sakura sighed in relief as she sank against the back of the wooden door, calling out a greeting to the empty house.
She was at once enveloped in the enchanting smell of her alpha, of woodsmoke and flame and something so uniquely Madara that she could recognize it anywhere— despite the fact that he was away on a mission for the Hokage and had not come home for nearly six days now.
She missed him more than she would have ever thought, finding their bed much too large without his imposing frame in it and their home much less warm without his ruckus laughter bouncing off the walls or his petty arguments with Izuna to entertain her.
He would be home soon enough, especially since the mission was mere recognizance instead of anything actually dangerous. Not that she thought Madara Uchiha couldn't hold his own in a fight, he was a kage level shinobi after all, but still...As an iryo-nin and a wife it was only natural that she would worry after him.
The pink haired woman sighed as she dismissed the servants for the night with a polite bow. She undressed, moving to the bathroom to take a much needed bath, desperate to wash the sweat and dirt and aggravation off her body after such a long day.
If she had been feeling better she would have invited Izuna over for tea, or maybe even Shisui, who always managed to cheer her up with his boisterousness, so like Naruto that it made her laugh and sigh in equal measure. Itachi too had become an unexpected confidant for the pink haired omega, his temperament, intelligence, and kindness making him a perfect sounding board for her problems at the hospital.
But for now, all she wanted was to crawl into their her bed and sleep and sleep and sleep until her husband returned and properly took her up in his arms.
While that had certainly been the plan, life always did seem to find a way to surprise her.
Especially when she awoke long after midnight to find she had been set ablaze by her own heat, pink faced and swimming in her sweaty nightclothes, a hand delving down between her thighs before she had even awakened fully.
Pleasure bled in from the periphery, but she still felt heavy with unsatisfied desire, the warmth in her belly building to an uncomfortable level. It felt like she had swallowed hot coals and each passing minute was only stoking their fire, leaving her sweating and aggravated in a way she never would have been if her alpha had been beside her in bed where he belonged.
She pressed her eyes shut in aggravation, scrunching up her face as her fingers slid against her folds before delving further, unable to reach the same depth her alpha could.
With only a candle to bath the room in golden light she might as well have been the last person on earth. Even still, she couldn’t help the words that slipped from her lips, unprompted. "Madara..." she breathed, her voice dissipating in the air like early morning fog.
Sakura sensed him only a fraction of a second before he made himself known, slipping into the chamber with a silent, lethal grace befitting a shinobi of his stature. The seals hadn't warned her, but of course they wouldn't, this was his house as much as hers, and he belonged here. Belonged with her.
Her heart surged into her throat with excitement.
His scent was heavenly, the ravenous omega buried within instantly awash with it, the sylvan pine and cederwood and oiled leather so purely Madara that she could recognize him by scent alone.
Sakura sat up to greet him, excited, her face lighting up in a smile, before suddenly becoming very aware of the fact that the room smelled almost oppressively of her aroused scent and that she had so obviously been pleasuring herself.
And fuck, she wasn’t even embarrassed— she didn’t even stop, her fingers tracing over her aching nub intently.
All he needed to do was take a few steps and-
Madara’s eyes glowed crimson in the darkness, tomoe spinning as they slid over every inch of her from beneath the blankets she had tossed aside.
“Don’t stop on my account.” The dark haired alpha said, the smirk on his face half wild as he took in her concupiscent appearance. He crossed his arms over his chest lazily, leaning back against his desk and gesturing for her to continue what she had started.
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His sharingan and his nose informed him that her heat had yet to take over her completely, and from the blissed out expression of pleasure on her face she was in no pain. It would certainly be safe to indulge in a quick little show.
Her fingers snuck back down between her legs, taking an experimental lap around her folds, the pleasure suddenly magnified by the burning gaze Madara Uchiha fixed her with.
His pink omega flushed scarlet, but the bob of her throat and the twitch of her lips gave away her secret, that her heat had long ago interrupted any self-consciousness that might have prevented her from doing just that.
He hadn’t expected her to roll onto her belly, hadn't expected the way she pushed herself up on her elbows to more easily slip a hand between her parted thighs, so deep in the throes of heat and pleasure that self-consciousness seemed beyond her, even as she sank down onto her stomach and spread her legs as wide as they could go.
Madara swallowed hard at the sight before him. Her round, perfect ass had lifted in the air, trembling slightly as she touched herself, as though begging to be marked by his teeth, by his hands, by his cock. Whether purposeful or not she had presented to him in a way that set his teeth on edge, the alpha inside him howling like an unfettered beast.
He ached to mark her all over again, to sink his teeth into any flesh he could reach and mark her as his his his.
Madara's heart hammered against the cage of his chest, so loud he was sure she could hear it too, and the long haired alpha couldn’t resist sneaking a small step closer, standing beside the bed they shared and trying not to salivate at the sight before him.
She smelled so sweet, an herbaceous mix of flowers and sweets with an edge of isopropyl alcohol from her work at the hospital, swirling to create a mix he could recognize even if they stood at opposite ends of the Earth.
Her slender fingers worked at her folds, slick coating the small digits generously, enough to make them shimmer in the low light, the silvery moonlight that slid in through the curtain windows bathing her in its glow. Madara salivated at the sight, desperate to push her hands away and dive face first into her core so he could devour every inch of her from bottom to top.
His cock had been hard since the first note of her scent had crossed his nose the second he stepped up on the engawa, tenting the fabric of his trousers and creating an obvious wet spot where pearls of precum had almost instantly began to bead.
It had been far too long since Madara had seen her, had been inside of her, and even though he knew he had been an awful chore for his teammates to be around on his surveillance mission, but he couldn't bring himself to care. And besides, if Tobirama ever got himself a woman, the white haired man would understand his pain.
The burly alpha palmed himself absently, the friction pleasurable but doing little to relieve the hollow ache that grew by the second. Even a fool would be able to tell that she had triggered his rut, and the urges bubbling up inside him would soon take over, rendering him useless to anyone other than his wife and anything outside of their nest.
He resolved to send a note to Izuna before he lost full hold of his senses, scrawling a short message on the scroll he pulled from his sleeve without ever tearing his eyes from the beautiful woman before him, sending the message off with his summons.
That way nobody would be fool enough to disturb them unless there was an all out war breaking out in Konoha, or suffer his wrath— as that bastard Hashirama had brought upon himself their previous heat.
The long haired man had ignored Izuna's multiple warning and Tobirama's concern over the riotous flaring of chakra behind the door of the Head's house and had let himself in, calling out to Madara that he was needed. Seconds later Madara had all but blasted his best friend out through the wall, for which he had later earned Sakura's ire at the damage to their house. But she couldn't be too mad at him, not for long anyway, and they had barely made it back to their bedroom before setting loose upon each other again and dissolving into a mess of tongue and teeth and desperate, grasping hands.
Sakura moaned, half muffled by the pillow she had buried her face into, and he realized with a sick sort of satisfaction that it was his, that she must have been scenting his pillow during his absence.
Tearing his eyes away from the soft skin of her thighs and the wet pink of her center he noticed for the first time she had formed a rudimentary nest of sorts, as though it had been done in a hurry, and Madara imagined that it had.
He could see his favorite haori stuffed between his pillow and hers, a few of his high collared shirts, a sash, a few undershirts, and he thought he could even spot one of his vambraces half hidden beneath a layer of blankets. He practically preened, satisfied beyond measure that his omega found his scent so pleasing. Though, of course, it was only natural that they both preferred it straight from the source.
Pink hair floated around her shoulders and across her brow like a halo. Even gasping and sweat stained and panting she was angelic, the sounds of her moaning bringing him closer to heaven by the second. He was so hard his cock ached, but he ignored it completely, unable to tear his focus from her for even the moment needed to bring a hand down to palm himself.
Madara watched her fingers work, rubbing languid circles against glistening folds, the slick between her fingers forming into gossamer strands that pulled taut with every movement. The alpha swallowed hard at the sight, remembering her taste and craving it all the more.
“Dara…“ Sakura moaned softly, sinking further onto her belly, her legs spreading wider. He could see her clenching against nothing, his toes curling against the tatami with the effort it took not to throw himself onto the futon and drive himself into her.
“Sage it’s-“ she choked out. Between the way her face was pressed into the pillow and her pleasure drunk state her voice was slightly slurred. “Feels so good!”
“As I can see, my love.” Madara murmured, his voice tight. He could taste her arousal on the air, sitting on his tongue in a bouquet of sweet, heady perfume.
But he refused to take even a half step closer.
He was a ninja after all, a clan head, the strongest alpha of the Uchiha and one of the most powerful shinobi the Leaf had to offer. He could resist temptation, could restrain himself from sinking to his most base desires— no matter how greatly they tempted him.
Suddenly Sakura couldn’t stand it anymore, not seeing her alpha’s face, and in a moment she had flopped onto her back, letting her knees fall apart to reveal the sight of her alpha between them. He was still too far for her liking, forcing himself to stay on the other side of the room, but at least now they could look upon each other, speak without words as their eyes made contact.
“Dara.” she breathed and the pet name she alone could use had never sounded as sweet as it did when dripping from her tongue like honey. He felt himself being swayed, even before he heard her next words, which sent a shock of pleasure and a twist of hot satisfaction through him like a burst of his katon, “Please, Dara...Please, alpha.”
Begrudgingly Sakura pulled her hands from between her legs in order to reach for him, the desperation in her jade eyes finally moving him— literally. Him, Madara, the Devil of the Uchiha, the shadow hokage of the Leaf, succumbed to her without question, as he so often did, and he crossed the room in the space of a breath and fell into her arms, allowing himself to be enveloped in her iron grip.
Sakura preened, relishing in the kissed he lavished down upon every inch of her face as he sank between her parted legs and wrapped his arms around her.
She was so beautiful, had always been so beautiful— the two Sakuras that existed simultaneously in his mind, the sweet loving wife and the fierce, tempestuous fighter both capturing his heart in equal measure.
He had fallen in love with her at first sight, from the moment he had seen the way she blasted through one of Hashirama’s great oaks with nothing but a flick of two fingers, and every moment since his love had only grown, until she was as close to his heart as his brothers.
The pink haired omega ground against him, sweat slick skin sliding against his clothed form, desperate for contact in any way she could get it. Before he could stop her she was nearly up on her heels as she sought the friction of his body, her hips chasing his as he rose to paw at his clothes.
They struggled for a moment with his loose haori, the bunched fabric caught between their bodies and twin pairs of grasping hands, and with a loud growl and a resounding tear, the battle worn robe was discarded at their feet in pieces, her attentions no longer focused on adding to the nest she had built around them. He was more than thankful he had undone his armor before joining her in the bedroom, for the thought of suffocating in the armor now would have aggravated him beyond belief.
Her hands clung at his shoulders, fingers digging into his flesh hard enough to draw blood, and the way he moaned at the feeling would have been pitiful if either of them had even heard it.
No, they had more important things on their mind at the moment, particularly how to sate their rapidly growing starvation.
Sakura’s breath hitched at the feel of him against her, slim hands sliding over his shoulders and down his muscular back, following the natural curve of his defined body down to the firm ass she had so long ago grown fond of, urging his undulating hips against her desperate center.
It was agony, having him so close without being seated yet inside her, and she intended to remedy such a travesty at once.
Her fingers worked at the laces of his jonin blues clumsily, the warmth that slowly uncoiled in his belly reminding him of a serpent poised to strike as she forced them down around his thighs, just barely enough to release his aching cock. Her hand was small and far softer than his had ever been as she stroked him, smearing the precum that beaded at the tip along the shaft and making him tremble in pleasure.
His eyes blinked closed, the dark haired alpha caught between two worlds, wanting nothing more than to tip headlong into pleasure and wanting to memorize every inch of her face, catalogue every expression she made.
“Sakura…” he hissed, feeling the way she squeezed at him, her other hand at his chest to tease gently at his nipples in a way that always greatly satisfied, and embarrassed, him.
The bite at his neck throbbed in time with his heartbeat, still resoundingly fresh after having been mated for less than a year, and from the look of desperate arousal on her face he could only posit she felt the same.
She trapped a nipple between her thumb and forefinger and tugged, nearly making him collapse against her, her other hand relentless as it worked along his cock.
The room was hot. Had it always been that hot? And when had he started sweating so profusely?
Even though the Uchiha ran hot it was nearly December and the cold circling the compound should have been enough to stave off any perspiration.
Logically he knew that her heat must have triggered his rut, but now his mind was too focused on the way her wrist was twisting and her fingernails were scraping.
Before Sakura Madara could never have predicted such serene acquiescence to the idea, had once hated the inconvenience brought on by such an unstable period of oppressive pheromones and biological need brought on by his rut.
But since they had become a mated pair he was no longer irritated by it. Instead the dark haired alpha found that he actively looked forward to the long hours he spent in her nest.
When their bodies were locked together, arms and legs and souls entwined, his head laggard as it laid upon her chest, allowing him to fall asleep to the sound of her calm heartbeat as her fingers traced leisurely along his back or combed through his long hair.
When he was away from her for too long and he had only his memories to entertain him he longed for the days they spent together, when there was nothing to do but curl together, nothing to say but pleasure beleaguered sighs of each others names. Even now, the memory of her tugging at his knot threatened to undo him before he had even made it inside her, the sight of her pink folds making him ache to sink between them.
“Sakura.” he breathed her name like a prayer, brushing the back of his fingers across her cheek tenderly.
The pink haired woman smiled at him hazily, her eyes so bright a green he wanted to swim in them, though he was promptly distracted from the thought as she took hold of his hand and cradled her cheek against the callused palm.
Madara’s sharingan spun to life as he studied the sight before him, the way her eyes blinked closed as she nuzzled against his palm, brushing her lips against the flesh and besotting it with sleepy kisses.
He should not be so lucky, all the death and grief he had caused in his life should not have allowed him the pleasure being at her side brought him. He should never have courted her, should not have allowed himself even the delight of looking upon her with his war tired eyes. But he would allow himself the indulgence, just this once he would allow himself to think of himself as more than a weapon of the Leaf. If it meant being in her arms he would give anything.
His trousers joined the rapidly growing heap on the floor, leaving him naked as his nameday and, perhaps more importantly, naked as his omega.
“Dara-“ she choked out.
Her hands quavered as she reached for him, throwing him off balance as she pulled him into her arms and he fell flush against her, the elite shinobi so overcome by the swirling storm of pheromones in the bedroom that his reaction speed had become more than a little clumsy.
“Sorry-” Sakura breathed out, but it was neither in his nature nor his heart to be angry with her, especially not when he had landed face first upon her breast.
His mouth silenced whatever sentiment she might have expressed, taking a pert pink nipple between his lips and sucking firmly. She jumped at the sudden pleasure, her back arching off the futon, successful in bringing her only closer to his tongue.
“Sage!” she exclaimed, as one of his free hands slipped between her thighs and slid along her wet center. She sighed dreamily, feeling the way her pleasure had once again began to climb, creeping towards the orgasm she knew would not satisfy her— not yet.
Madara wanted to taste her, laving his tongue across his fingers as he pulled them free of her core, the pair moaning in sync at the sight, her at the sight of his slick fingers and him at their taste. He wanted to slide down the bed and wrap her thighs around his shoulders as his mouth went to work for the next two hours at least.
But he knew neither of them were at a place to take pleasure from such an act, sunk far too deep into their own biological urges that nothing but fucking could cure them.
“Omega…” he breathed, gathering her up in his arms and guiding her supine body into a position she would find more pleasurable, tucking a pillow gently beneath her hips as he knew she liked. “My sweet cherry blossom.”
She grinned at the words, her lips pressing to the meat of his thumb as she kissed him lovingly, chills wracking through his body as her tongue laved across his skin.
Her other hand had fisted into his hair, fingers tangling through the long strands and pulling just hard enough to tip his head back, and with his neck exposed she dove in face-first, like a wolf about to devour its prey. The love bites she left made him moan sinfully, his well muscled belly trembling as he sucked in a shaky breath.
Her eyes followed the movement, hooded and nearly snakelike in their overt desire. His inner alpha plumed at the sight of her, breathless and heaving and desperate for him, lying on her back in his bed like Amaterasu come down from the sun to bless humanity, and it was all he could do not to drum on his chest like an ape.
He sank against her, gracing every inch of her beautiful face with kisses before sinking back fully against her mouth, feeling the way her tongue slid against his as it pinned him in a hot, wet vice.
It felt as though he had somehow consumed an aphrodisiac, like the time Sakura and Tobirama had attempted a new concoction for a chakra enhancement pill that had ended with she and Madara fucking for six hours straight. The potion had obviously been abandoned, and Hashirama was quick to claim pure happenstance as the reason why another crimson haired Senju pup had been born nine months later.
Of course Madara wasn’t complaining, then or now, for any time that was spent in Sakura’s loving embrace was time spent well. Even if the iryo-nin’s usual tight control over her chakra tended to waver when she was too deep in pleasure, the grip of her arms and legs becoming tight enough to bruise, nearly enough to snap bone. Madara never really minded, he could take anything she could give him. If she broke a bone or two during her heat, he doubted he’d even notice.
His hands shook as he reached for his aching cock and guided it to her folds, moaning at the feel of her slick flesh against his. His vision nearly whited out as the tip eased inside of her, as though his brain was physically unable to remember how utterly, incomprehensibly divine it felt to be inside of her. It was like every time made it suddenly their first time all over again, like every time they were together he could suddenly remember what it felt like to be whole again, to be complete— his soul, his body, his mind.
“Dara!” Sakura exclaimed, throwing her head back in pleasure.
He grinned, half mad, using a free hand to drape her legs up over his hips, the angle tipping her hips backwards just enough so that as he seated himself inside her fully, his cock nudged at the part of her that always seemed to bring about her peak the fastest.
There was nothing better than feeling her come undone around him, come undone with him.
Perhaps even better than his own orgasm was the ability to feel hers. To watch her face fall into placidity as she tipped headlong into the chasm of pleasure, to feel the way she clung to him, her arms and legs wound around him in a smothering embrace he couldn’t get enough of, to hear the soft gasps and little breathy moans that spilled from her lips like warm honey. It was intoxicating, it was mesmerizing, it was addicting.
Her cheeks burned beneath his lips as he pressed a thousand kisses to her face, wet, sloppy kisses that missed the mark of her mouth and fell upon any inch of her salty skin he could manage. Even now, sweaty and flushed and breathing heavy, she was as beautiful as ever, and her taste was just as sweet and aromatic, an apt fragrance for the gorgeous omega’s floral namesake.
“I love you.” he breathed, his free hand sliding down to the small of her back, responding to the bow in her back and further accentuating the angle. He received a long, low moan for his efforts, and Sakura clung to him, the muscles in her belly and arms flexing tantalizingly as she lifting herself into his arms. Their positions changed easily, her legs straddling his hips until he and his woman sat pressed chest to chest, her hips undulating as she rode his cock so beautifully.
“I love you.” returned Sakura, as she smiled at him, blinding and beautiful and so bright that it might have lit up the room better than any candle.
Her arms wrapped around him, clutching him tight to her and nuzzling insistently at his neck, a spot as weak to her attack as his nipples. Her tongue worked at the indentations her teeth had once made, licking at the claiming mark with her curious tongue and sage it took all he had not to come right then and there.
“Alpha-“ she breathed, tipping her head back as she allowed him to take control of the pace she had set. She rode him unabashedly, like he was a wild horse she intended to tame, and by the time her orgasm took hold of her, the scratch marks upon his back had tripled in depth and number. “It’s- Fuck, I can almost feel you in my throat.”
The words had his toes curling, the cant of his hips suddenly strong enough to nearly jerk her off his lap if not for their arms wound protectively around each other.
He was glad to have activated the sound dampening seals upon their bedroom wall when he had entered, having correctly predicted that their night would end here.
Before their marriage Madara had little need for privacy seals, but after the night of their wedding when he had awoken to a house full of red faced servants and a devilishly smug Izuna, the Uchiha clan head had been quick to seek out Mito Uzumaki and her seal mastery.
The dark haired alpha held her as she rode out her peak, moaning so prettily against his ear. Another minute passed in ecstasy, until her eyes blinked open once more and the moans she offered him were no longer edged with such strong desperation.
Despite her obvious strength she tired more easily during her heats, more easily distracted by pain and need, but the Uchiha was more than happy to pick up the slack where it was needed.
A large hand slid down to the small of her back while the other wrapped around her shoulders, holding her to him firmly. It felt so good to be inside of her, to be against her, something he couldn’t get enough of.
A minute could have passed or an hour, Madara wasn’t sure, so overcome was he by the swirl of desire and pleasure coursing through him. Before long he could feel his peak begin to settle in his bones, the eruption beginning to build behind his navel as the heat in his chest slowly stoked into a billowing flame.
“Sakura-“ he managed to choke out.
Barely reigned in lust danced in his eyes, bleeding into the red of the sharingan that had activated during so great a pleasure. He didn’t mind the waste of chakra, not when it meant he could memorize every inch of her pleasure stricken face, the undulation of her sated body, the way she keened and whined and called out for him, a veritable goldmine of memory to recall later.
“Please, alpha.” Sakura panted, having already recognized the tint of desperation coloring his voice. She pulled one of his large palms to her belly, his fingers following the curves of her skin as she pressed insistently. Her eyes were wide, bleary, and she stuttered as she spoke, as though unable to properly orate her desires, a feeling he understood well.
“Please, I need-“ she begged.
“Anything, sakura.” he whispered the same promise he had on the day of their claiming. He’d give her everything, anything. She was his and he was hers, and nothing could ever come between them. Nothing ever would ever come between them.
His knot caught with one last rough buck of his hips as his orgasm slammed through him, filling her with a hot wetness that had her clenching wildly around him for a third and final time. Her nails raked down his back with enough blind strength to draw s few thin ribbons of blood and he hissed at the frisson of pleasure-pain that filled him, swirling through every inch of his body from toe to head, and it was all he could do not to collapse on top of her and become mute for the next quarter hour.
They came down slowly, panting like beasts and looking just as wild. Sakura clutched a hand to his back, at the base of his neck where her thumb could stroke lovingly at the mark her teeth had made. She sighed happily, extricating herself from the wild mane of hair that fell down his back and had somehow ended up in both her eyes and mouth.
She couldn’t complain, she loved every inch of it. Loved brushing it after he bathed, loved giggling with Izuna when she secretly braided it after he and Hashirama got too drunk and he, lightweight that he was, passed out at the table.
Now, she ran her fingers through it absently as he did hers sometimes, and he could only sigh in pleasure. It was as she would one day to the children they would bear, to the family that would grow right under their noses to fill Konoha with wild little shinobi with red eyes, pink hair, and tremendous strength.
“I love you.” he whispered, his voice muffled by the way his lips pressed to her dewy skin. He thanked the great Sage every day for her presence at his side. No matter how different they were, he a weapon of the Uchiha and she a healing light of shinobi, he a sword and she a shield. He could feel his voice get a bit wobbly as his eyes misted, unable to resist repeating the words as he peppered her skin with kiss after kiss, but if Sakura noticed she said nothing, and wasn’t that just exactly the kind of woman she was.
Madara lifted his head to smile at her, a look that had become much more common since she had begun to stand at his side, and the grin she returned was blinding, all jade eyes and white teeth and love bright as sunlight.
“I love you, Dara.” she returned, as easily as if the words were the most natural thing in the world.
But he supposed, silently thanking the Sage again, they truly had become so.
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Every five years Konoha hosts an inter-village pairing event— where all the villages in the Land of Fire, and some beyond, are invited to bring any eligible alphas, omegas, and betas to the village in hopes of finding a mate.
Sakura Haruno came to an abrupt halt as she approached the gates of Konohagakure.
She was taken aback by the sheer magnitude of their size, stretching more than ten times her height and larger than anything she had ever seen in her village— even the Daimyō's chambers. It gave Konoha legitimacy in a way that the small torii that designated her village's entrance did not, and she was instantly impressed and, in equal parts, intimidated.
She had known of Konoha, of course. Everyone was familiar with the largest village in the Land of Fire, the home of the most talented and best trained ninja, especially since the Hokage's son could often be found in the Village in the Valleys during long summers.
Ino Yamanaka came to a stop beside her, shielding her eyes from the sun with a hand as she looked up at the gates. "Wow." she said, voicing Sakura's thoughts. "It's huge!"
Sakura nodded, mutely, rooted in place even as Ino made to step forward. Every five years Konoha hosted an inter-village pairing event— where all the villages in the Land of Fire, and some beyond, were invited to bring any eligible alphas, omegas, and betas to the village in hopes of finding a mate.
All at once it had struck Sakura that she was really there. There to take part in the pairing event and find an alpha, to court and mate and pup and-
"Stop freaking out, forehead." Ino said, elbowing her in the side.
The sudden pain of a sharp elbow digging into her ribs was enough to jolt her out of her thoughts and put an immediate stop to the spiral she threatened to tumble down, and though she grimaced back at the blonde omega, Sakura was secretly thankful.
Like always Ino seemed able to read her mind, looking pleased with herself as she took the pink haired girls hand and laced their fingers together. Her voice took on a serious edge, making Sakura's eyes snap up to hers as she spoke. "Seriously, Sakura." Her blue eyes were deep and bright as their gaze met. "It doesn't have to be a scary thing. All we have to do is go on a few dates and scent a few alphas and see what happens. I'll be with you the whole time and N-"
She was cut off suddenly by a scream so loud that both omegas jumped, and Sakura went instantly into a protective stance, nearly shoving Ino behind her, before recognizing the flash of bright orange that flew at them.
"Naruto!" Sakura grinned, her first real smile since leaving home for the journey. The yellow haired ninja met them halfway, the girls flying into his arms and giggling as he whipped them around excitedly.
"I missed you so much!" he gushed, his smile blinding and bright as the sunlight that beamed down on them. He was sweating, clearly having run here, but Sakura didn't mind at all as he hugged her.
"We saw you last week, idiot." Ino chided, but the smile on her face negated her insult.
"A week is too long!" said Naruto, and he finally set them back down on their feet after spinning them until all three felt dizzy. "I've been praying and praying that you find good alphas at the courting event so you never have to leave again."
"Naruto-" Sakura slapped him playfully on the arm, but secretly, deep down there was nothing she wanted more. Naruto was like a brother to her, the closest she had to a sibling as an only child, and the thought of being able to spend more time with him excited her.
"Is everyone else here?" the alpha asked, squinting over their shoulders.
Ino nodded. "They're a bit behind, Sakura wanted to scope it out ahead of time and make sure the gates wouldn't eat her."
"I'd never allow it." Naruto announced, puffing out his chest. After eighteen years of hosting him in the Village in the Valleys it was good to see him in his home environment, full of pride for his village.
"Baa-chan?" he asked.
Sakura jerked her thumb behind them. "Drank too much last night. She's sleeping it off in the carriage with Shizune-san."
Naruto took on a mischievous look. "We could-"
"No." Ino and Sakura denied in unison.
“The last time you made us pull a prank on her she threw you through a wall, idiot.” said Ino. “And Sakura had to work overtime at the hospital for a week.”
“Yeah and you didn't get punished at all cus you ran away, pig.” Sakura pointed out.
Ino gave a self-satisfied smile, “She who runs away can run away another day.”
Sakura rolled her eyes, but in truth she was more than thankful for the presence of her two best friends. It would have been miserable without them, and she probably would’ve chickened out if it wasn’t for Ino packing her suitcase for her and her parents physically dragging her out of her house.
“Come on, come on. You guys get the Naruto special tour, dattebayo!” he announced, pulling them forward through the gates. “You can catch up with everyone later. My mom and dad arranged everything, so they’ll know exactly where to find you later.”
“Are you sure-“
“C’mon Sakura, I’ve been waiting years to show you around.” Naruto wined, looking much too smug to be pulling off such convincing puppy dog eyes and eventually she succumbed, allowing him to steer them through the gates.
“They’re with me!” he announced proudly to the two of guards positioned at the gatehouse as they walked over to join them. “Haruno Sakura and Yamanaka Ino of Tanigakure.”
One of the guards had a bandage laid over the bridge of his nose and a bright smile on his face as he looked down at his clipboard, flipping a few pages until he found a sheet with their village information, and asking them to so sign their names.
“It’s for safety.” said Naruto, reading their questioning glances, as Sakura dug through her pack for her hanko, pressing her seal to the scroll beside her name. “My mom thought it up to make sure no omega gets lost or leaves the village without their consent, since there’s gonna be so many new people around.”
Sakura nodded. She was glad to hear it, being in an unfamiliar place was already nerve wracking, let alone a place where who knows how many unmated alphas would be gathering. It was reassuring to know the event had been so well thought out, especially in favor or protecting the omegas who might need it.
Despite her nerves, Sakura couldn't help but feel excited as Naruto guided her across the threshold, leading the charge through the gates and potentially into her new home . She had often wished that she had the luck of being born in Konoha, dreaming that perhaps they felt differently about omegas than the Village in the Valleys did.
"Hold on!" called one of the guards, and they stopped, waiting for the longer haired guard to catch up with them. "Forgot something." He said, handing two rolled scrolls to the girls, the alpha fixing them with a crooked smile. Sakura smiled back politely, sensing he was mated from his scent. "These scrolls have all the information about the mating event." he continued. "Your guide, or Naruto I guess, can answer any questions you have."
He bowed and left them to their own devices, retreating back to the guard post on the other side of the gate.
"Naruto, our guide?" said Ino, laughing. "I think we'll get lost pretty quick."
"Definitely." Sakura agreed, teasingly.
Naruto didn't respond to their ribbing, his eyes fixated on something in the distance. Red warmth crawled up his whiskered cheeks, his lips parting as he spoke soundlessly, clearly whispering something not meant for them. The girls exchanged a glance, confused as his scent spiked robustly, and Sakura followed his gaze where it held on something off into the distance.
At the other side of the parted gate a man stood with one of the guards they had just spoken to, conversing closely. He was clearly a shinobi, Sakura could tell just from the look of him, the confidence of his stance, the sure set of his jaw. He wore a pair of black sandals tucked into navy pants with a long sleeved tunic, its plunging neckline leaving the pale fabric open across his naked chest and down his belly, the armored vambraces at his forearms and the long, thin sheath at his waist further displaying his shinobi status.
His hair was spiked and black, looking effortlessly styled despite sticking up in every direction, and Sakura had pegged him as an alpha based on his cocksure attitude before his nose suddenly raised into the air, scenting something that seemed to capture his full, undivided attention. It was only when he turned to look over his shoulder, eyes searching through the crowd to look directly at Naruto that Sakura recognized the expression of a scrutinizing omega.
"Is that—" Ino started, but Sakura hushed her softly, not wanting to interrupt whatever moment was passing between them as the two locked eyes. Naruto's scent deepened considerably, a rich mix of arousal, interest, and possessiveness making the omegas at his side intrinsically take a step back.
Another two men appeared out of the clear blue sky, only the gentle rise of dust from the earth showing they had used shunshin, for as quickly as the place beside the dark haired omega had been empty it was now full.
The men looked similar to the first, all three tall and with hair raven black and pin straight, dressed in the unmistakable fashion of shinobi. The sight thrilled Sakura, the sight of ninja few and far between in her village, yet the first five people she had seen in the village had been shinobi.
Naruto seemed undeterred by the interruption, staring at the man for as long as he possibly could, refusing even to blink so as to not deprive him of the sight of the omega. The seriousness of his face was something new to Sakura, who had never seen the yellow haired alpha without a smile before, and she made to comment on it when she felt an unfamiliar pull insisting on her.
Something smelled heavenly, like mulled wine, like cool rain on fresh earth, sweet and heady and so all consuming that for a moment Sakura couldn't help but choke, her throat closing as she tried to swallow down the scent, to keep it with her as long as possible. The sound snapped Naruto out of his trance and he slapped a hand down on her back, tears stinging her eyes as she coughed, the forceful press of her best friend's hand between her shoulders almost forcing her to her knees.
Sakura looked up, barely able to see between the curtain of pink hair that curtained her eyes and the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks. The three men and two guards had turned to face her, her scent erupting from her like a creature all of its own, anointing the air with a heavenly aroma that threatened to enchant all those in her vicinity.
Naruto supported her weight as she recovered slowly, the coughs ceasing but the scent no less potent, no less palpable, like a cartoon aura that lifted her up on perfumed wings. She wanted to drink it down, bathe in it, wrap it around her and luxuriating in it. It was like her body was demanding it, like it was refusing to go on if she didn't have it nearer to her, and she was mortified by the small gush of slick that dampened her underwear, undeterred by the clench of her thighs.
Sakura watched as the man gave her one last long, lingering look, somehow closer to her than he was before, as though he had taken a step towards her before grinding to a halt, and then they were gone, vanishing into thin air as though they had only ever been an apparition.
"Was that..." Ino began. She was an omega too, able to smell the cottony scent of an aroused omega, but she said nothing to tease her, merely wrapping an arm around Sakura's shoulders and pulling her close between she and Naruto.
Sakura clung to her for a moment, still feeling as though her knees were a little weak. Her mind absently remembered the time Ino's heat had come to life in the middle of the Valley's open air market, and Sakura had swept her up in strong arms and jumped onto the rooftop beside her, running and refusing to stop until Ino was safe in her nest and the door was barred from both sides. Even then Sakura had spent two nights in the adjoining room of the Yamanaka residence, camped out to protect the omega in her time of weakness, assuring that no errant alpha would darken her doorstep.
"I'm okay." Sakura insisted, after taking a beat to collect herself. Her heart was still hammering in her chest, blood rushing passed her ears like the pounding of falling water. "I don't know...what that was."
It was a lie, and all three of them knew it.
Sakura had never smelled something so heavenly before, a scent that had seemed to take on its own physical presence, consuming her, threatening to undo her. Even in the midst of her previous heats, she had never been affected so thoroughly by another alpha. It was a strange feeling, a niggling, nerve-wracking feeling.
But it thrilled her.
She turned to look at Naruto, wondering if his far away gaze and flushed cheeks mirrored hers, and after a moment of shaking his arm gently he was freed from the residual effect of his trance. All three of them ignored the scent of arousal that permeated the air as the ninja tried to shake off the awkwardness and continue on with their tour.
Sakura knew Naruto would tell them eventually who the other man was, he just needed a moment to collect himself, just as she did.
Naruto marched them around the village, showing them all of his favorite spots, effectively ignoring the path the map displayed, and instead giving them a tour of his own choosing. He showed them the academy where he had begun his shinobi training, the Hokage mountain where the faces of the previous Konoha kage were displayed, giving them a history lesson that revolved mostly around his own father. He showed them the stadium where his chunin exams had been held, doing a comedic reenactment of the fight that made Ino howl, and the Konoha Hospital which floored Sakura with its bustling staff and massive size, making the Valley Hospital look like a summer house. Next came the Anbu headquarters, where they saw several masked ninja at the training grounds, and Sakura was reminded of the guards she had seen guarding Naruto each time he came to visit.
They passed by several clan lands, Naruto introducing them to the different clans of Konoha and their kekkei genkai, intriguing Sakura with facts on their bloodline techniques and Ino with names of their eligible alphas.
"This is the entrance to the Uchiha compound." Naruto said as they passed by the entrance to another clan land, ready to give their assorted oohs and ahhs and move along like they had each time before, but this time the yellow haired ninja hesitated. Barely a moment passed before Sakura understood why. It was faint, but she came across the same scent from the Konoha gates again, renting the air like a spritz of piquant perfume, and Sakura had to physically force herself away, fearing another reaction like the previous, and dragged Naruto along with her.
Nearing the end of their tour, the two omegas already weary from their journey to Konoha having tired quickly, the sheer size of Konoha making their soles burn and their calves tense.
Sensing their discomfort and weariness, Naruto guided them to the entrance of a ramen shop he proclaimed to be "the best in the world" and Ino rolled her eyes, offering somewhat sarcastically to buy him lunch in exchange for his expert tour guiding.
They discussed the mating event over their bowls, the two girls picking Naruto's brain for everything he knew.
The event had been set up between Konoha and several other neighboring villages, even though Naruto was overtly preferential towards the Village in the Valleys after spending every summer there since his birth under the care of the village Daimyō, Tsunade, who had adopted him as her unofficial grandchild beside Sakura and Ino. Naruto's mother had also spent many years in Tanigakure when she was younger, and even after moving to Konoha and mating with Minato Namikaze, she was still overtly fond of spending time in Tsunade's village.
Sakura had always loved the company of the red haired woman, an omega she had always looked up to and the strongest kunoichi Sakura had even known outside of her shishou, and it had secretly devastated her when Kushina and Minato had mated and moved exclusively to Konoha. She would be more than happy to see her again, having missed her last visit to the Valley when her heat had come early.
"Konoha, Suna, Iwagakure, Kumogakure, and Kirigakure are all coming." Naruto said, counting off his fingers. "And a whole bunch of smaller villages too, all bringing their eligible alphas, omegas, and betas for the event. Dad's really excited, said this is the first step to brokering peace with all the villages in the Land of Fire and beyond."
Sakura smiled at that. Naruto's father had always been a kind man. He never yelled or even got angry, not even when Sakura was six and had eaten too much mochi and thrown up in his face while he tossed her up in the air. Brokering peace between all the villages and lands had always been his dream, and Sakura was certain he'd be able to achieve it one day.
Naruto pointed down at the map he had laid down over the table between their half eaten bowls of ramen. "This is my house there, in the Hokage's quarters." he informed them, and a lesser alpha might seemed boastful, but Naruto had only said it matter of factly. "And I got mom to put you here." He pointed to what looked like the house just a few doors down. "It's really nice! Mom and I cleaned it all up and made it really nice so you'd be comfortable, Sakura-chan, Ino-chan. I figured you'd wanna stay together! And there's a nesting store right down the street too, if you wanted to get anything to nest more comfortably, and a bathhouse over here."
The girls smiled back at him, happy to be somewhere familiar. The village was bigger than theirs by ten, and Sakura was worried about getting lost. It was good to be so close to Naruto and Kushina, or any of the Hokage's guards that could point them in the right direction if needed. And with the Anbu around, Sakura was much less worried about any problems with alphas.
"I think there's only one more village we're missing after you guys, they're coming all the way from the Land of Lightning, but they should be here sometime this week. It's a pretty big turnout, even more than Dad expected." Naruto said. "Uchiha-sama made sure there's tons of guards around the city, since there's more alphas and omegas in the village, and there's like a hundred beta guides showing everyone around before the event starts."
"Are you going to the mating event?" Ino asked Naruto, and he nodded. She looked mischievous for a moment before speaking again, "Hoping Kuro-san's going to be there?"
Naruto flushed pink as Sakura's hair, remembering the boy with spiky hair. "N-no." he protested, but it was too late to keep the girls from gently poking fun at him.
Eventually Naruto gave up trying to change the subject and succumbed to their rapid fire questioning.
"Who is he?" Sakura probed.
"Uchiha Sasuke." grumbled Naruto, looking around to make sure no prying ears were listening, though Sakura was sure it wasn't a secret if Naruto reacted like that often.
"A shinobi?"
Naruto nodded. "My parents are trying to set up a match. His mom and my mom are best friends, but he's...popular, to say the least. Every alpha is going to try to court him. He's already got like six planned dates."
"So?" said Ino, lifting a shoulder in a lazy shrug. "It doesn't matter what other alphas do, just what you do. You just have to prove to him that you're the best match for him."
Sakura nodded emphatically. "Especially because you've already got a connection to his family!" she said. "And you already know him. Alphas from other lands can't say the same thing."
Naruto brightened up again after that, going back into his lecture on the mating event in better spirits. "There will be a few official events, some to broker friendships between villages, so we can all get more comfortable with each other and make friends. Then there'll be a mixer between alphas and omegas only, and events between betas only. Though obviously the one everyone is most excited for is the alpha and omega event."
Sakura bit her lip nervously. She wasn't excited for the event per se, but she didn't hate it either. The thought of meeting the perfect alpha had been on her mind since she was old enough to receive a designation. Every omega had heard the fairy tales of perfect gallant alphas who lived to take care of their omegas every whim, of romantic heats and perfect nests and easily couplings, and no matter how unrealistic it seemed as she got older and became more cynical, her inner omega still craved it deeply.
It wasn't long before they finished their meals and tasked Naruto with bringing them back to their lodgings for the night. They had been traveling for a week after all, and nothing sounded better than a warm bath and a long, long nap.
As they walked back to their temporary lodging, Naruto pointed out different stores on the way. There were several nesting stores to choose from, each seeming to offer different items from the last, some displaying fine silk and satin blankets in rich jewel tones, the next offering the finest down pillows and cushions in Konoha. One even sold nothing but socks, scarves, and cloaks, each one having been hand knit in the shop with organic wool fibers.
Next to one of the nesting shops was a shinobi store whose window display promised hundreds of types of weapons to choose from, from shuriken and kunai to makibishi spikes, and a very intricate looking golden axe that caught Sakura's eye for a long moment.
Konoha was so different from her home village, every store was three times larger than even the largest market in the Valley, and it took everything in Sakura not to give each and every store a thorough inspection.
It turned out Naruto's home was a bit further away than it was on paper, but not by much, the Hokage's home sitting on one end of the long street while Sakura and Ino were at the other end. They could still stand at their doorways to wave and call out to each other, which they tested out quite thoroughly, and when Naruto dropped them off at their doorstep he made them promise not to go out without him as a chaperone, having promised all their mothers to keep them safe on pain of death.
By the time Sakura and Ino returned, their parents had already arrived and begun to unpack their cargo, boxes and bags littering the floor like cluster bombs, and Ino had a hard time walking through without disturbing anything, much to her mother's chagrin.
The house itself was huge, much larger than any accommodation Sakura had expected. Between her small cottage in the Valley, the on-call room at the hospital, and the sleeping arrangements she usually had on missions, she was thoroughly impressed by the comfort and breathability of the large bedrooms.
Sakura's parents and Ino's parents had been given the two largest rooms, and though Ino and Sakura were each assigned their own rooms, it was only a few minutes before Ino returned to Sakura's room with her suitcase under one arm and a pillow under another.
They spent the better part of an hour making the room more comfortable to their tastes, opening the windows to let in a gust of clean, fresh air, making a nest that was agreeable to them both on the large four poster bed, and unpacking their suitcases to fill their closet with clothes and amenities.
Ino pulled a hanging dress from her closet against her body, pulling the fabric tight against her. "Whatd'ya think?" she asked.
Sakura nodded enthusiastically. "You're gonna look amazing. Purple really is your color."
"Have you picked anything out yet?" she asked the pink haired girl and Sakura nodded, pulling a garment from her bag. "Ohhh, good choice. You always look nice in red. Every alpha is gonna wanna snap you up."
Sakura blushed at the words, smoothing her hands down the red qipao nervously before hanging it back up in the closet.
They took turns in the bath, washing off the dust and sweat accrued during the long journey, and soon night was falling around them, though the noise of the village dimmed only slightly. It was unfamiliar, but not unpleasant, and soon the girls kissed their parents goodnight and retired to their nest, falling quickly asleep in a pile of pillows, blankets, and tangled limbs.
features: naruto, itachi, madara, kakashi, tenzou, hashirama, tobirama, kiba, shikamaru, konohamaru, asuma, deidara, jiraiya, and genma
minor notes: these drabbles include a female reader who exists in the village of konoha as a shinobi and no uchiha massacre has taken place!
on your belly
naruto — there's something dangerous, nearly feral, about the way he looks down at you when he leans over your body. its like kurama breaks free and takes over the ninja, like the whiskers on his face darken to black, his eyes glowing red and bright and ferocious— and it thrills you. utterly, and completely thrills you. naruto smirks, and in any other moment you might have been embarrassed about the fact that you both know then and there that he can smell your arousal. but you're too far gone to care. it's all you can do to hold on, clawing at his broad back, clutching your legs around his hips as you ride through the pleasure of his cock against your insides. he pulls out at the last moment, the way your fingers wind together as both of your hands work furiously over his cock, and the sinful moan that spills from his lips as he comes is almost enough to send you headlong into another orgasm. his cum splatters over your belly, icy hot and plentiful, and you expect him to collapse on top of you, caging you beneath his firm body and holding you there, as he usually does, but this time his holds his ground. his hands are at your belly, fingers moving through his spend as he works it into your skin, spreading it across the softness he loves to kiss, as though marking you with his scent, marking you as his. he growls, nearly purrs, and as you meet his feral red eyes, you both know kurama is pleased.
itachi — he loves the way you can quiet his mind, send the swirling storm of thoughts into quiet symbiosis, cooing the firestorm. you take him in his arms, make him feel protected, instead of what is usually the other way around. it's intoxicating, to be around you. when he makes love to you, when he wraps his arms around you, and your legs wind around him, he loves how you pull him down until he's chest to chest with you, like he can become one with you completely. you'll try for a child soon, he knows. but for now he contents himself with pulling out of you just enough to release on your stomach, to feel the warmth of your skin on his most sensitive part, to run his fingers through the liquid and it excites him to no end to picture little uchiha's running around the compound.
on your chest
yamato — there's something about the way you look, flushed, breathless, dripping with sweat, that overcomes him, makes him feel half wild as he looks down at you. he can't tear himself away from you, not even for a moment, and has been late for many a meeting because of this weakness, much to kakashi's delight and his chagrin. but every once in a while, when he feels particularly wound up, pent up, that he indulges his secret sin. he pulls out of you as he feels his orgasm bridging, a frisson of pleasure building at the base of his spine and rolling through him like a jolt of lightning, and rolls over to the side. your eyes are half lidded as you look up at him, confusion bridging into understanding as you recognize the familiar pose. even without asking you roll into a sitting position, as though reading his mind, and kami he loves you so much, even in the throes of passion and pleasure he drops a hand to your cheek to stroke it lovingly. he works his cock quickly as you push your breasts together, flinching slightly as your fingers pinch your nipple, still sensitive from the force of your orgasm, and the breathy little moan you let out is enough to send him over the edge. his cum sinks onto your skin, slipping down your breasts and onto your stomach, a fist of prideful pleasure tightening in his belly. kami he just loves you so much.
konohamaru — somehow, he knows, just knows, that this is all naruto's fault. he blames the hokage for having made his introduction into the world of sex be all bare breasts and long legged, until the memories of his sexy jutsu captivating his adolescent. even as an adult konohamaru has the same weakness, and the day he had met you he knew all at once that you checked all his boxes in perfect harmony. and when he's leaning over you, his spend dotted across your perfect chest like spilled pearls, your face flushed and eyes half lidded from the throes of pleasure, the aftershocks of your orgasm still trembling through you, he can't quite but thank the gods for naruto.
on your face
deidara — its a work of art on its own, the way your eyes look as you gaze up at him. the way your lips are swollen and half parted, wet by the tongue that drags across them seductively enough to make him dive back down into your arms. but there's nothing more beautiful than the way you look on your knees, his cock kissed against your lips, his spend streaked across your face like oil paint on a canvas. he smirks, near feral, and just the sight is enough to make him half hard again. he never feels more pleasure at the notion that art truly is an explosion.
shikamaru — he let out a long, sated sigh, breathing out a curl of smoke and thinking about the fact that he had never been this happy. your fingers clawed at the skin of his naked chest, nails dragging across his nipple in a way that made him flinch and his hips stutter, pleasure-pain rushing through his chest as he moaned. your fingers wound absently around the fabric of the yukata you had hastily pushed down around his waist, leaving his ass bare and ready to be fondled by you as you guided the thrust of his hips. your mouth was so hot, so wet and warm, that he wished he could live in it. not that he spent much time free from the tangle of your limbs, with the amount of time you spent fucking, the honeymoon period having never ended after your marriage three years prior. he gasped out a moan, leaning forward in his zaisu, and winding a hand through your beautiful hair, warning you silently that he was about to reach his peak. his cum marked your face, spilling across your cheeks, your lips, your chin, and you looked so beautiful he couldn't resist kissing you, his tongue entering your mouth, his hand cupping your bare breast, both of you already knowing he wasn't going to be going anywhere for the next hour.
on your ass
kiba — it's his animal instincts. it must be. it makes him feel wild, ferocious to see you like this, on your hands and knees, your hair messy as its tossed over your shoulders, your back bowed to tilt your hips up towards his. your skin is glistening with a mix of heady sweat and saliva, because he just can't stop himself from licking you, tasting you, mapping every inch of your body with his tongue. your thighs are parted, wet for the same reasons, and he longs to taste you again, to bury himself between your legs and eat and eat and eat until the neverending starvation in his belly is sated. but he can't, not yet, not now. his cock feels fit to burst, and he can't stand being parted from you for a second longer, pushing back into you until his hips are flush to your ass, and kami you feel so fucking good, he can't stop the growl that leeches from this lips. he comes quickly, pulling out with rabid ferocity and spilling over the curves of your perfect ass, unable to resist biting into it and leaving another bite mark among the sea of half healed ones.
tobirama — his brother had told him it would be like this one day, like him and mito, had told him that one day he would know what it meant to be completely consumed by another. but before you, tobirama had though his brother a fool. even worse, a god of shinobi, brought to heel by something so simple as love. but from the very first moment he had come across you, had taken your hand to shake and seen the way your lips arched into a smile, he realized he was a fool too. it's like heaven and hell, like sweet escape and even sweeter torture, to be with you, to be apart from you, even for just the moment it takes to pull out of your sweet warmth. but there's something wicked about the way you look covered in his spend, the way your ass reddens from the slap of his hips, the way your sweat speckled skin looks glistens like diamonds. kami, he truly is a fool, but much like his brother, there's no place he'd rather be than in your arms.
on your pussy
jiraiya — the toad sage can't help but be mesmerized by everything about you. the way your hair drapes around your shoulders, the mastery of your genjutsu, the way your eyes shine in the moonlight, the softness of your skin, the brightness of your smile. but fuck, if one of the most impressive things about you wasn't the way your pussy sucked him in. you're both sexual beings, he knows that. knows that you've had other lovers before him, but he couldn't tell— not from the way your pussy sucked him in like a tight-fist, like a virgin. it was near agony to pull out, to not cum in you like jiraiya so obviously enjoyed, but during times like this, when the cleanup was too messy, or you two had stolen the time for a quickie, when he forced himself to pull out as he came, splattering your skin with drops of cum that nearly sizzled your beautiful skin. you moaned, looking so beautiful covered in his spend that he couldn't help but seize your lips in a messy kiss, sighing in pleasure as he began to mentally draft the next volume of icha icha.
genma — he was a pervert. he knew it, you knew it. half of konoha knew it. he kissed you like a fiend, all tongue and teeth and exchanged spit, addicted to the way your body felt beneath his, all soft curves to his hard edges. your hand fisted in his loose hair, tilting his head down towards you, so you could kiss even more deeply, practically consuming each other. your legs were wrapped around his naked hips, his favorite belt, and he thrust into you with abandon, unable to resist the wet heat of your pussy, still fluttering around him after your orgasm. he was gonna cum soon, he knew from the reckless thrust of his hips and the fist of pleasure forming below his stomach and there wasn't enough time to properly make love to you since you were both supposed to report to the hokage in five minutes. genma pulled out begrudgingly, cum spilling across the lips of your pussy instead of inside you as he longed to do. he admired his handiwork, breathless and feeling lose from release of pleasure, and couldn't help but run his fingers through the spend, dragging it across your skin like he was painting. yeah maybe he was a pervert, but he loved it, and you loved it— and at the end of the day that was all he cared about. you
in your mouth
asuma — he's addicted to you, he thinks. utterly and completely addicted. he's never been dependent on anything in his life, not even his cigarettes, not the way he is to you. he wishes he could retire, could spend all day every day in your arms, in bed with you, cooking with you, eating with you, showing with you, sleeping with you. it's heaven, or the closest he's ever come, and the sole reason is you. he fucks you languidly, relishing in every part of you, the clench of your pussy, the bounce of your unbound breasts, the salty wetness of sweat on your skin he draws up with his tongue. asuma pulls out begrudgingly, desperate to chase the tightness, the heat of your insides, but the tiny thread of reason he clung to was telling him otherwise. instead he takes himself in hand, swinging a leg over your body to perch on your stomach, his cock brushing the plush suppleness of your lips. he cums across your perfect mouth, moaning too loudly when he sees the way your tongue darts out to lick your lips, and he could almost cum again just as the sight. asuma collapses beside you in the bed you share, pulling you into his strong arms and kissing you deeply. he wants to breed you, to get you full and pregnant and fill your house with little asumas, but for now this was enough.
kakashi — your eyes, he thinks. it's the way your eyes seem to pin him in place as you look up at him. he has more than enough experience with the look of fear on an enemies face when his eyes are upon them, and he thinks he must have much the same look on his as he meets your gaze. you've raised yourself up on the legs folded beneath you, one hand lazily stroking his bare thigh, your nails digging just firmly enough into his skin to cause a frisson of pain to rush up his spine, the other hand on his cock, doing things to him that he can only describe as sinful. your lips are swollen and reddened from the length of your lovemaking, your tongue dragging down his cock and paying special attention to his head. he gasps out a moan, the sound like it was dragged from the depths of his belly. his hips jerk forward as he comes, automatically seeking the warmth and comfort of your touch. he comes like a blast of raikiri, barely having the energy to do more than fall to his knees before you. he weakly opens his eyes, and nearly goes mute. his spend is on your tongue, your lips, the corner of your mouth, and the way you look drinking it down is utterly sinful.
inside of you
madara — there was no better place for madara than between your thighs, not the battlefield, not the winners circle. no, he'd give it all up just to stay pillowed between your legs. just as your happiness elevated his, your pleasure heightened his. when his hands push apart your thighs, your arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him down flush against you. it's as though the gods had made his body just for yours, the way your hips fit into the cradle of his, the way his thighs made the perfect hook for your legs, the mold of your lips against mouth. kami, it was a miracle. he hates to leave you, even more to pull out of you, not when you're so hot, so tight, so wet against him. to feel himself spend inside of you, awash with pleasure and contentment, is the most powerful feeling in the world.
hashirama — there was nothing in the world hashirama loved more in the world than the way you felt in his arms. the way your bodies moved in unison as he made love to you, when your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, your body twitching in his arms as pleasure ran through you, the way your breath mingled as you kissed and kissed and kissed. your pleasure was as important to him as his own, as it was his highest order of duty to provide for you in every way. and the best part, the highest honor and highest pleasure, was to come with you. to feel you clench around his cock, tight as a fist and so utterly warm that hashirama was sure you could melt him more than you already had, and the feeling of your body sinking fully into pleasure, tight as a coil as you both achieved orgasm at the same time was the highest accomplishment of his life.
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