for: fifths
From: chiyu_85
Title: I’m Your Boyfriend, Not Your Maid!
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Basically: the boys are older (and wiser?) now and have just moved in together. While getting used to each other’s personal habits is going to take a while (i.e. Sasuke has OCD), lots of newlywed-esque honeymooning ensues regardless of the constant bickering (a.k.a. Sasuke’s bitching).
Warnings: Perverted!Sasuke, Sexy!Naruto, Dirty!Apartment, fun times in the shower, pr0ns, longest monologue ever. Also, I don’t own Naruto, but if I did, it would be a dirty, dirty show.
A/N: This prompt was fun to write because I love fics where Sasuke and Naruto are in a regular (albeit combative) relationship. I hope you enjoy! Oh, and shower sex FTW.
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Why does my back hurt like shit?
I could tell it was already light outside-unwelcome streams of late morning sunshine felt like they were boiling my lid-covered eyes as a reminder that I should have splurged on some curtains for my bedroom. Wait. Correction-our bedroom. His Bigheaded Highness, Naruto, the newly appointed Sixth Hokage has been living with me for about a week.
Incidentally, I lost my sanity just about a week ago.
If you wanted to be polite, you could say that living with Naruto has been a test of patience, and if not, you’d say that Mr. Almighty Hokage is lucky to be alive and not strangled to death as I laugh maniacally over his lifeless body. Constantly being around someone so messy, so one-track-minded, and so full of himself has taken at least ten years off my life, I’m sure.
Naturally, being captain of the Anbu, I have several meetings with the new Hokage each day, which usually end with Naruto rambling on and on about every pointless thing in existence. No, I don’t care that Konohamaru has perfected an even sexier Sexy Technique. I don’t care that you got another free bowl of ramen just for being the Hokage, and I don’t care that you think Kiba’s sleeping with some new girl from Suna. I. Don’t. Care.
And after work, when I should be enjoying some relaxing alone time, I feel like I’m babysitting a five year old. I cannot comprehend how Naruto has managed to live by himself all these years. He leaves his clothes, scrolls, empty ramen cups, and who knows what else just laying around. I don’t want to trip over your sweat-drenched, disgusting orange jacket or have to push your dirty dishes out of the way just to be able to sit! The worst part of it all is that when I tell him to clean up his god damned mess, all I get in return is an, “But I’m the Hokage! I don’t wanna clean…” Damn it! I’m your boyfriend, not your maid!
Thinking about my newly found domestic bliss was going to give me an aneurism, so instead I turned over and attempted to hide from the impending day of annoyances ahead of me.
Shit! No really, why does my back feel like it’s broken in twelve places?
Slowly, the previous night started coming back to me. I had been forcing Naruto to do outrageous, unspeakable things like picking up his clothes and doing the dishes when he decided to distract me by taking his pants off. I guess we got a little over enthusiastic and well…
Now I remember. I guess I really can’t bend that way.
I felt heat rush to my face, among other things, as I remembered vividly the night before; Naruto holding me up above him, the only point of contact I had with anything was him thrusting up into me and his hands on my hips.
Damn, he’s gotten a lot stronger. It was like fucking without gravity…
I’ll never admit to Naruto that I’d rather have him fuck me into unconsciousness than watch him do chores because then how would anything get done?
Making my growing… situation just that much worse, I heard the shower starting up in the other room. Immediately, thoughts of last night became intertwined with images of Naruto stripped down in the shower-wet hair sticking to his face, little tendrils of warm water running down and caressing his body all over. I imagined myself licking those drops of water up one by one-an image that made me shudder violently.
I swear my body moved on its own, and I had nothing to do with it. The next thing I knew I was just outside the bathroom door peering in at the foggy shower walls that were so cruelly hiding Naruto’s body from my view. I stared at the fuzzy outline of my idiot boyfriend; he had grown to be much taller in the last few years, but still not quite as tall as I am. His lack of height didn’t obscure the fact that he was damn sexy. His body was tight and muscled without being bulky. In other words-he was exactly my type.
As I stood there, I imagined Naruto and I sliding against each other in the shower, tongues stuffed in each other’s faces, hands roaming everywhere, I snapped and bolted straight for the shower, tripping out of my shorts. The sound of the door opening must have startled Naruto as he jumped a bit but then stood, frozen as he noticed how… excited I was to see him. His eyes snapped up to my face with a little inquisitive look that seemed to be saying, “Really?” I could feel a tinge of blush creeping across my whole body as I stood there practically shaking in anticipation. But thankfully I was able to regain at least enough to composure to not completely sound like a crazy person, “Fuck me. Now.”
As I slammed the shower door shut and moved toward him, I saw the shock disappear from his face to be replaced with what could only be described as a predatory “I’m-going-to-devour-you-until-there-is-nothing-left” grin. He grabbed my shoulders and shoved his tongue into my mouth.
Oh fuck…
I felt his warm tongue slide languidly against mine; he bit down gently before we separated with a wet pop. My back was pressed against the somehow cool shower wall and Naruto trailed the burning tongue down the most sensitive part of my neck. He gave a particularly hard suck as he reached down in between my legs, lightly running his hand up and down the underside of my dick.
“I like this living together thing. No one ever barged into my shower begging for sex in my old apartment.” Naruto waggled his eyebrows in a way that really pissed me off.
“Shut up. Ah… You asshole. I don’t want to listen to your so-called jokes right now.”
I guess he got the hint because his voice changed from playful to a husky deep tone that I wondered if he knew I get off on. “So… tell me what you do want.”
That’s better.
“I want you to fuck me senseless.”
With a groan Naruto turned me around and slammed me against the translucent shower wall. The mirror across from us wasn’t completely fogged up, and I could see my flushed skin pushed into the glass and Naruto with his evil smirk behind me. “Then watch me fuck the sense out of you.”
Naruto pressed his chest into my back firmly pinning me as he slid his hand in between the glass and my cock to begin squeezing me up and down. I wanted to shut my eyes and just feel every second of delicious friction as my lover stroked me, but I couldn’t take my eyes off his hand moving faster and faster in the mirror. The spray of the shower was constantly hitting our backs, making every inch of our bodies slick. Naruto began sliding against me with his eyes closed and his eyebrows knit in concentration as he thrust shallowly against my ass. God damn. Watching this is really turning me on.
Naruto would alternate between either lavishing attention on my cock or rubbing his against me-no one could argue that he was great at staying focused. As he was squeezing the tip of my dick in small, mind-shattering movements he asked, “Do you want to watch me finger you?”
“Nnnn… Fuck yes. Do it.”
He lifted my leg up as high as it would go (which is pretty high when you’re a ninja) and positioned my foot against the adjacent shower wall. There wasn’t much room in our narrow shower, so as long as I could keep my foot from sliding down the glass, I would be able to see… everything.
After a few more strokes, Naruto steadied me with his left hand and used his right to not-so-gently massage my ass. Using only the shower water for lubricant was going to be tough, but I wanted it so badly that it didn’t matter at this point. His first finger teased my entrance open, flicking the ring of muscle a few times before pushing all the way in. I could see him in the reflection, finger buried to the knuckle inside of me. Fuck, it’s not enough, I want…
“More… I need more inside me. I want to see it.”
“Oh shit, Sasuke…” As a second and third finger were pushed into me, I guided Naruto’s other hand towards my chest-my not quite so subtle way of telling him that I wanted attention elsewhere as well. The feeling of being impaled on three fingers and having my nipples teased and flicked gently (and watching all of it happen) almost sent me over the edge. It seemed that the same could be said for Naruto because with a moan that sounded completely unintentional, he roughly pulled all of his fingers out and repositioned my body for easier access. Both of my feet were now spread as far apart on the floor as possible, and his strong hands guided my back into an arch. I tried to hold onto the slick glass with my fingers and forearms as well as I could, but the constant torrent of water was making it difficult to stay still.
“Mmm, Sasuke. You’re so fucking sexy.” There wasn’t even a pause before I felt his thick, pulsing cock forcing its way inside of me. “You’re so tight. A-ah… Do you like that?”
“Nnnn… Yes, ah, keep… going…”
I could tell he was having some trouble getting a firm enough stance on the wet shower floor-things were moving a lot slower than I’d prefer. We fell into a steady pace, stopping every once in a while to readjust. We need a shower with a seat; this is god damn ridiculous. I caught Naruto’s gaze in the mirror-he was watching my face, intently, as he fucked me. Our eyes locked for several minutes of soft panting and strained movements-and, in my lust-filled haze, I deliberately ran my tongue slowly across my top lip and moaned. Naruto’s eyes squeezed shut, and he came, thrusting as deep as humanly possible.
I grabbed my own dick and finished myself off at the same time since Naruto was clearly occupied. My cum shot against the glass of the shower and mixed with rivulets of water streaming down the side. Neither of us had considered who would be holding our weight up afterwards, and our steamy bout of shower sex ended abruptly with a slip, a crash, and a bruised pile of limbs.
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I felt no remorse for calling Naruto an idiot, a moron, and the worst Hokage ever if he couldn’t even figure out that gravity pulls things down. He’d stumbled off to the kitchen or wherever after rambling off some sort of retort that I didn’t bother to pay attention to. After finishing up my shower and tracking down the various parts to my Anbu uniform in the mess, I also weakly stumbled into the kitchen.
But upon my arrival, it looked instead like I’d stumbled into my nightmare.
“What the fuck is this?!” A pile of newly soiled dishes was now stacked on top of the dirty dish pile that had been abandoned yesterday. Eggshells were haphazardly strewn across the countertops that I’d spent extra time to scrub clean a few days ago. And what looked like a pile of burnt egg remains topped the overflowing garbage can.
“What did you do?!”
“Hey! The Hokage slaved over a hot microwave for two to three minutes to make this delicious, nutritious breakfast of microwave scrambled eggs for you.” My apron-clad mess maker motioned dramatically with a dirty spatula, splattering even more egg bits onto my formerly clean kitchen walls.
“I’ll make my own breakfast if it means that I don’t have to spend the rest of my life cleaning up after your ass!”
“Sasuke… You want to spend the rest of your life with me?! I’m so touched!”
“I. Will. Strangle. You!”
“Oh, Sasu-kins you’re so romantic!”
I must have started twitching or steaming from the ears because Naruto quickly stopped waving the spatula and pulled my… “breakfast” out of the microwave instead. I tried to clean off a large enough portion of the table to be able to eat and sat down, dreading these eggs-these eggs that have been microwaved.
Naruto joined me at the table holding two plates piled high with supposedly scrambled eggs. “So, what are you doing today, sweeeeeeetheaaaaaaart?”
I think I felt another twitch.
“Shouldn’t you know my agenda, Hokage-sama?”
“Well, yes. But that doesn’t make for a nice breakfast conversation between two such close lovebirds!” I was surprised Naruto could still smile so wide with an elbow jabbed in his ribs.
“In that case, today I am doing paper work, and we have a meeting with Kiba, Neji and Shikamaru about personnel assignments.”
“Sounds exciting.”
“I am positively titillated.”
“Hm. I changed my mind-I’d rather talk about kinky shower sex!” Another annoying eyebrow waggle; another elbow to the ribs.
“I don’t know, you seemed to really enjoy it. Are you blushing?! You are!” Elbow, I would like you to meet ribs.
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I am fully convinced that all of this sex and stress is going to kill me. Living together and being so easily accessible to each other, we’ve been doing it at least twice a day (but usually more). I come to work and try to walk without a limp, but everyone gives me these irritating, knowing looks anyway. Mind your own business, perverts! And any time that I try to relax with some work or minor missions, I can only think about the mess looming at home and how long it’s going to take me to clean it. Then the twitching starts.
Doing tedious paper work on top of it all is just like salt in the wound. I think, somehow, Naruto gets some sort of sick pleasure out of making me fill all of this out. There must be a whole tree’s worth of paper on my desk-a big tree.
Missions have been few and far between in the village recently, which is great for the village, but boring if you’re one of that village’s protectors. I’m not saying that I want Konoha to be attacked by a gang of rogue ninjas-maybe they each have their own unique and powerful abilities-so that the Anbu have to spring into action and have a series of long, drawn out battles, but… you know. At this point, even a missing cat would be nice.
I was getting to the bottom of my stack of torture paper when Naruto-oh sorry, His Hokageness-poked his head into my office. “Meeting time, sweetheart!”
“Why do you call me that here?! You know people can hear you, right? Actually, please don’t call me that at all.”
“You’re no fun. There’s nothing going on around here! How else am I supposed to entertain myself?”
“Why don’t you go fuck yourself?” The thought crossed my mind that maybe I can be too harsh, but that quickly passed. Seriously, now that Naruto and I are dating, why does he feel the need to torture me ten times more than he ever has before? Is it just because he knows that I probably won’t kill him for it now?
“Oh, I would if only I had the time. Have you seen me lately? Ramen does a body good.”
Ignoring that, I grabbed my personnel records and headed towards the meeting area. Kiba, Neji, and Shikamaru were already seated and seemed to become slightly agitated when Naruto and I walked into the room. I suppose I can understand their discomfort-we’d only told people about our relationship recently; maybe two weeks before moving in together. We figured that without explanation the Hokage and the Anbu captain moving into a one-bedroom apartment together might seem… odd. And I can understand how the thought of their two male superiors having sex would unsettle a room full of men. But Naruto clearly did not understand this.
“Hey guys, sorry we’re late. Lover’s quarrel. You know how it is.” Not even a knife could cut the tension in the room. Perhaps a chainsaw would be more appropriate. Naruto was oblivious. He also thought he was being hilarious-I do not understand my boyfriend.
“Okay, let’s just start with the current assignments, and then we can make recommendations for changes.” I could not relax in this meeting at all, not that meetings are particularly relaxing. Naruto has that look on his face-that look that tells me I should be worried about what crazy thing might pop out of his mouth at any moment.
As the meeting went on with no further incident, I became more and more worried. When I caught Naruto’s gaze, this wide shit-eating grin spread from one of his ears to the other. I suddenly felt a pressure in my lap as if my idiot boyfriend was trying to play footsie with my crotch in the middle of a staff meeting. Surely this wasn’t the case; surely he couldn’t be that stupid. I glanced down briefly and then back across the table at Naruto who did indeed have his foot running up the inside of my thigh. He was grinning at me like mad and obviously not even paying attention to anything being said. Tonight will be the night that I kill him.
When I needed to speak was of course when Naruto’s foot would travel all the way up my thigh to press and rub against my clothed and growing erection. If I’d had any less than perfect control over my icy façade, this would be disastrous. I couldn’t tell him to stop without revealing to the rest of the peanut gallery what was happening-not that a room full of elite ninja isn’t already fully aware of what’s going on. If they value their lives, they won’t say a word about this. My death glare was doing nothing to stop the under-table molestation, and I couldn’t get up to leave with a raging boner. I suppose this meeting wasn’t entertaining enough for the Almighty Hokage without knowing that I’m being tortured.
Accepting my fate of receiving three well knowing stares, I decided that this needed to stop right now. “How about we meet back tomorrow, and end this meeting here for today. I think we’ve gotten enough accomplished.”
“S-sure, Sasuke. You two have a good night.” Kiba couldn’t bolt out of the room fast enough, and the others followed quickly behind. Once we were alone, Naruto leaned in toward me and pressed his foot down heavily and made slow little circles.
Right now, my damaged pride and subsequent anger trumped any carnal need I was feeling-I peeled Naruto’s foot away from me and dropped it to the floor. After quickly leaving the meeting room and returning to my office, I slammed the door shut, locked it and began plotting my revenge. I’ll teach you to humiliate me, you useless idiot.
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I’d gotten home before Naruto; he’s probably late on purpose seeing as how I refused to talk to him for the rest of the day. I’d say that was uncharacteristically wise of him.
“Sasuke? I’m home. …Where are you? I’m sorry about earlier. You’re just so cute when you squirm! I promise to keep my feet to myself if you…”
Naruto had wandered into the bedroom where I was standing, naked with what I’d hoped came off as an angry scowl etched into my face.
“Sasuke… what are you…”
“Take your clothes off. Now. You need to be punished.”
“Oh- oh god. Just FYI, I don’t know if this counts as punishment.”
“Shut up! Take it all off and get on your knees for me.” Naruto was tripping over himself to get undressed-this was actually kind of a stress reliever. I didn’t feel twitchy for the first time all week. Mental note: take charge in the bedroom more often. Besides, Naruto could stand to be taken down a few notches. Or a lot of notches.
With my boyfriend kneeling in front of me surrounded by a pile of his discarded clothes, I grabbed his hair and shoved my cock into his face. The kinky fucker just moaned and rubbed himself against it; how did I not guess that this would happen?
“What do you want me to do, Sasuke-sama?” His breathy whisper nearly made me fall over.
“Mmm… suck my cock until your throat is raw.”
“Yes, sir! Unnng…” Naruto shoved my dick into his mouth as if it was a delicious ramen dinner, and he’d had nothing to eat but raw vegetables for a year or two.
Mmm, so fucking good…
I never asked how or where or with whom he’d gotten to be so good at blowjobs. But I wouldn’t care to share any of my stories of awkward and disappointing sex with women either, so I figured that we were even.
While Naruto was swallowing eagerly around my entire length, I’d gotten another idea. “Stop… ahh… Come over here.”
I laid down on the bed and motioned for Naruto to get on top of me. “Straddle my face.”
“Mmm… yes sir…” The view from down here was magnificent. Naruto’s firm, smooth thighs framed my vision and joined together at a delicious apex. His cock was unbelievably hard, throbbing, and merely inches away from my mouth.
“Now… stroke yourself.”
“Um… what?”
“Fuck, you heard me! I want you to stroke yourself right here and cum all over my face.”
Naruto’s luscious thighs trembled as his hand slowly moved toward his already dripping erection. As his fist clamped down around his thick cock, his eyes rolled shut. You can pretend I’m not here if you want, but I will accept nothing less than total humiliation as payment for what happened earlier.
He steadied himself with one hand against the headboard and began stroking up and down. “Ah… Sasuke. Sasuke. Sas…uke… Ahn….” A burning heat crept all over my face-this was turning out to be… way more intimate than I’d thought it would be. I started to feel like I was watching him stroke himself as if he was actually alone. Up and down… a rough squeeze to the head. He licked his palm and went back to it-faster and sweatier.
The show was making me harder than I think I’ve ever been in my entire life. I reached up to caress his chest, his neck, and his jaw line. Without thinking, I shoved two or three fingers into his mouth. I thrust them in pretty deep, and I felt his tongue sliding seductively in between each pair.
I moved my hand to his ass and entered him slowly with one finger at first, “Ohhhh… yeah. GiveItToMe.” We don’t usually fuck with Naruto as the bottom, so he was pretty tight down here; I did my best to loosen him without causing any damage. Eventually, I’d gotten three of my fingers up there, fucking him relentlessly, and his hand was still stroking at lightening speed. He brought himself off pretty quickly after that. The feeling of his warm cum pouring onto and dripping off of me broke my brain.
I’d pulled my fingers out of my blonde lover and repositioned him to hover just over my dick; hopefully he was getting the hint, but if not, “Fuck yourself on my cock.”
I didn’t think Naruto was capable of coherent words anymore; after making some sort of sound he grabbed me and pressed down slowly. Once he was fully impaled, we’d sat there, panting and staring for at least a couple of minutes. Ohhhhh, fuck. I’d forgotten how good he feels inside.”
There was no warning before he started moving and no slow buildup after. Right away we set a fast pace with him riding me, flexing his thighs and holding onto the headboard for balance, and me, holding his hips, feet on the bed and straining up to meet each one of his thrusts. My mind started going blank with the pleasure and the strain, and all I could do was feel. I felt the stress of the last week becoming less important. I felt a warmth I couldn’t explain wrap all around me. I felt that it had enveloped Naruto as well, and I felt that finally nothing could take this warmth away.
“I… love you… Sasuke…”
“You too… Naruto.” We climaxed together; both of our heads were thrown back, neither of us caring if the villagers heard our screams anymore.
I’d woken up a few hours later-Naruto was still collapsed on top of me. I pushed some of his golden hair behind his ear, and he stirred.
“So, did you forgive me?” His blue eyes sparkled in the stream of moonlight.
“I suppose so. No more molesting me around my subordinates.”
“Well… okay. I guess relationships are all about sacrifices.”
“Very funny.”
“Hey, Sasuke?”
“Hm?”
“Do I still have to clean the apartment?”
“Yes!”
Title: I’m Your Boyfriend, Not Your Maid!
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Basically: the boys are older (and wiser?) now and have just moved in together. While getting used to each other’s personal habits is going to take a while (i.e. Sasuke has OCD), lots of newlywed-esque honeymooning ensues regardless of the constant bickering (a.k.a. Sasuke’s bitching).
Warnings: Perverted!Sasuke, Sexy!Naruto, Dirty!Apartment, fun times in the shower, pr0ns, longest monologue ever. Also, I don’t own Naruto, but if I did, it would be a dirty, dirty show.
A/N: This prompt was fun to write because I love fics where Sasuke and Naruto are in a regular (albeit combative) relationship. I hope you enjoy! Oh, and shower sex FTW.
Mod note: Reminder for the author/artist of this submission, please do not reply to comments signed in, if you want to reply anon commenting is enabled.
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Why does my back hurt like shit?
I could tell it was already light outside-unwelcome streams of late morning sunshine felt like they were boiling my lid-covered eyes as a reminder that I should have splurged on some curtains for my bedroom. Wait. Correction-our bedroom. His Bigheaded Highness, Naruto, the newly appointed Sixth Hokage has been living with me for about a week.
Incidentally, I lost my sanity just about a week ago.
If you wanted to be polite, you could say that living with Naruto has been a test of patience, and if not, you’d say that Mr. Almighty Hokage is lucky to be alive and not strangled to death as I laugh maniacally over his lifeless body. Constantly being around someone so messy, so one-track-minded, and so full of himself has taken at least ten years off my life, I’m sure.
Naturally, being captain of the Anbu, I have several meetings with the new Hokage each day, which usually end with Naruto rambling on and on about every pointless thing in existence. No, I don’t care that Konohamaru has perfected an even sexier Sexy Technique. I don’t care that you got another free bowl of ramen just for being the Hokage, and I don’t care that you think Kiba’s sleeping with some new girl from Suna. I. Don’t. Care.
And after work, when I should be enjoying some relaxing alone time, I feel like I’m babysitting a five year old. I cannot comprehend how Naruto has managed to live by himself all these years. He leaves his clothes, scrolls, empty ramen cups, and who knows what else just laying around. I don’t want to trip over your sweat-drenched, disgusting orange jacket or have to push your dirty dishes out of the way just to be able to sit! The worst part of it all is that when I tell him to clean up his god damned mess, all I get in return is an, “But I’m the Hokage! I don’t wanna clean…” Damn it! I’m your boyfriend, not your maid!
Thinking about my newly found domestic bliss was going to give me an aneurism, so instead I turned over and attempted to hide from the impending day of annoyances ahead of me.
Shit! No really, why does my back feel like it’s broken in twelve places?
Slowly, the previous night started coming back to me. I had been forcing Naruto to do outrageous, unspeakable things like picking up his clothes and doing the dishes when he decided to distract me by taking his pants off. I guess we got a little over enthusiastic and well…
Now I remember. I guess I really can’t bend that way.
I felt heat rush to my face, among other things, as I remembered vividly the night before; Naruto holding me up above him, the only point of contact I had with anything was him thrusting up into me and his hands on my hips.
Damn, he’s gotten a lot stronger. It was like fucking without gravity…
I’ll never admit to Naruto that I’d rather have him fuck me into unconsciousness than watch him do chores because then how would anything get done?
Making my growing… situation just that much worse, I heard the shower starting up in the other room. Immediately, thoughts of last night became intertwined with images of Naruto stripped down in the shower-wet hair sticking to his face, little tendrils of warm water running down and caressing his body all over. I imagined myself licking those drops of water up one by one-an image that made me shudder violently.
I swear my body moved on its own, and I had nothing to do with it. The next thing I knew I was just outside the bathroom door peering in at the foggy shower walls that were so cruelly hiding Naruto’s body from my view. I stared at the fuzzy outline of my idiot boyfriend; he had grown to be much taller in the last few years, but still not quite as tall as I am. His lack of height didn’t obscure the fact that he was damn sexy. His body was tight and muscled without being bulky. In other words-he was exactly my type.
As I stood there, I imagined Naruto and I sliding against each other in the shower, tongues stuffed in each other’s faces, hands roaming everywhere, I snapped and bolted straight for the shower, tripping out of my shorts. The sound of the door opening must have startled Naruto as he jumped a bit but then stood, frozen as he noticed how… excited I was to see him. His eyes snapped up to my face with a little inquisitive look that seemed to be saying, “Really?” I could feel a tinge of blush creeping across my whole body as I stood there practically shaking in anticipation. But thankfully I was able to regain at least enough to composure to not completely sound like a crazy person, “Fuck me. Now.”
As I slammed the shower door shut and moved toward him, I saw the shock disappear from his face to be replaced with what could only be described as a predatory “I’m-going-to-devour-you-until-there-is-nothing-left” grin. He grabbed my shoulders and shoved his tongue into my mouth.
Oh fuck…
I felt his warm tongue slide languidly against mine; he bit down gently before we separated with a wet pop. My back was pressed against the somehow cool shower wall and Naruto trailed the burning tongue down the most sensitive part of my neck. He gave a particularly hard suck as he reached down in between my legs, lightly running his hand up and down the underside of my dick.
“I like this living together thing. No one ever barged into my shower begging for sex in my old apartment.” Naruto waggled his eyebrows in a way that really pissed me off.
“Shut up. Ah… You asshole. I don’t want to listen to your so-called jokes right now.”
I guess he got the hint because his voice changed from playful to a husky deep tone that I wondered if he knew I get off on. “So… tell me what you do want.”
That’s better.
“I want you to fuck me senseless.”
With a groan Naruto turned me around and slammed me against the translucent shower wall. The mirror across from us wasn’t completely fogged up, and I could see my flushed skin pushed into the glass and Naruto with his evil smirk behind me. “Then watch me fuck the sense out of you.”
Naruto pressed his chest into my back firmly pinning me as he slid his hand in between the glass and my cock to begin squeezing me up and down. I wanted to shut my eyes and just feel every second of delicious friction as my lover stroked me, but I couldn’t take my eyes off his hand moving faster and faster in the mirror. The spray of the shower was constantly hitting our backs, making every inch of our bodies slick. Naruto began sliding against me with his eyes closed and his eyebrows knit in concentration as he thrust shallowly against my ass. God damn. Watching this is really turning me on.
Naruto would alternate between either lavishing attention on my cock or rubbing his against me-no one could argue that he was great at staying focused. As he was squeezing the tip of my dick in small, mind-shattering movements he asked, “Do you want to watch me finger you?”
“Nnnn… Fuck yes. Do it.”
He lifted my leg up as high as it would go (which is pretty high when you’re a ninja) and positioned my foot against the adjacent shower wall. There wasn’t much room in our narrow shower, so as long as I could keep my foot from sliding down the glass, I would be able to see… everything.
After a few more strokes, Naruto steadied me with his left hand and used his right to not-so-gently massage my ass. Using only the shower water for lubricant was going to be tough, but I wanted it so badly that it didn’t matter at this point. His first finger teased my entrance open, flicking the ring of muscle a few times before pushing all the way in. I could see him in the reflection, finger buried to the knuckle inside of me. Fuck, it’s not enough, I want…
“More… I need more inside me. I want to see it.”
“Oh shit, Sasuke…” As a second and third finger were pushed into me, I guided Naruto’s other hand towards my chest-my not quite so subtle way of telling him that I wanted attention elsewhere as well. The feeling of being impaled on three fingers and having my nipples teased and flicked gently (and watching all of it happen) almost sent me over the edge. It seemed that the same could be said for Naruto because with a moan that sounded completely unintentional, he roughly pulled all of his fingers out and repositioned my body for easier access. Both of my feet were now spread as far apart on the floor as possible, and his strong hands guided my back into an arch. I tried to hold onto the slick glass with my fingers and forearms as well as I could, but the constant torrent of water was making it difficult to stay still.
“Mmm, Sasuke. You’re so fucking sexy.” There wasn’t even a pause before I felt his thick, pulsing cock forcing its way inside of me. “You’re so tight. A-ah… Do you like that?”
“Nnnn… Yes, ah, keep… going…”
I could tell he was having some trouble getting a firm enough stance on the wet shower floor-things were moving a lot slower than I’d prefer. We fell into a steady pace, stopping every once in a while to readjust. We need a shower with a seat; this is god damn ridiculous. I caught Naruto’s gaze in the mirror-he was watching my face, intently, as he fucked me. Our eyes locked for several minutes of soft panting and strained movements-and, in my lust-filled haze, I deliberately ran my tongue slowly across my top lip and moaned. Naruto’s eyes squeezed shut, and he came, thrusting as deep as humanly possible.
I grabbed my own dick and finished myself off at the same time since Naruto was clearly occupied. My cum shot against the glass of the shower and mixed with rivulets of water streaming down the side. Neither of us had considered who would be holding our weight up afterwards, and our steamy bout of shower sex ended abruptly with a slip, a crash, and a bruised pile of limbs.
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I felt no remorse for calling Naruto an idiot, a moron, and the worst Hokage ever if he couldn’t even figure out that gravity pulls things down. He’d stumbled off to the kitchen or wherever after rambling off some sort of retort that I didn’t bother to pay attention to. After finishing up my shower and tracking down the various parts to my Anbu uniform in the mess, I also weakly stumbled into the kitchen.
But upon my arrival, it looked instead like I’d stumbled into my nightmare.
“What the fuck is this?!” A pile of newly soiled dishes was now stacked on top of the dirty dish pile that had been abandoned yesterday. Eggshells were haphazardly strewn across the countertops that I’d spent extra time to scrub clean a few days ago. And what looked like a pile of burnt egg remains topped the overflowing garbage can.
“What did you do?!”
“Hey! The Hokage slaved over a hot microwave for two to three minutes to make this delicious, nutritious breakfast of microwave scrambled eggs for you.” My apron-clad mess maker motioned dramatically with a dirty spatula, splattering even more egg bits onto my formerly clean kitchen walls.
“I’ll make my own breakfast if it means that I don’t have to spend the rest of my life cleaning up after your ass!”
“Sasuke… You want to spend the rest of your life with me?! I’m so touched!”
“I. Will. Strangle. You!”
“Oh, Sasu-kins you’re so romantic!”
I must have started twitching or steaming from the ears because Naruto quickly stopped waving the spatula and pulled my… “breakfast” out of the microwave instead. I tried to clean off a large enough portion of the table to be able to eat and sat down, dreading these eggs-these eggs that have been microwaved.
Naruto joined me at the table holding two plates piled high with supposedly scrambled eggs. “So, what are you doing today, sweeeeeeetheaaaaaaart?”
I think I felt another twitch.
“Shouldn’t you know my agenda, Hokage-sama?”
“Well, yes. But that doesn’t make for a nice breakfast conversation between two such close lovebirds!” I was surprised Naruto could still smile so wide with an elbow jabbed in his ribs.
“In that case, today I am doing paper work, and we have a meeting with Kiba, Neji and Shikamaru about personnel assignments.”
“Sounds exciting.”
“I am positively titillated.”
“Hm. I changed my mind-I’d rather talk about kinky shower sex!” Another annoying eyebrow waggle; another elbow to the ribs.
“I don’t know, you seemed to really enjoy it. Are you blushing?! You are!” Elbow, I would like you to meet ribs.
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I am fully convinced that all of this sex and stress is going to kill me. Living together and being so easily accessible to each other, we’ve been doing it at least twice a day (but usually more). I come to work and try to walk without a limp, but everyone gives me these irritating, knowing looks anyway. Mind your own business, perverts! And any time that I try to relax with some work or minor missions, I can only think about the mess looming at home and how long it’s going to take me to clean it. Then the twitching starts.
Doing tedious paper work on top of it all is just like salt in the wound. I think, somehow, Naruto gets some sort of sick pleasure out of making me fill all of this out. There must be a whole tree’s worth of paper on my desk-a big tree.
Missions have been few and far between in the village recently, which is great for the village, but boring if you’re one of that village’s protectors. I’m not saying that I want Konoha to be attacked by a gang of rogue ninjas-maybe they each have their own unique and powerful abilities-so that the Anbu have to spring into action and have a series of long, drawn out battles, but… you know. At this point, even a missing cat would be nice.
I was getting to the bottom of my stack of torture paper when Naruto-oh sorry, His Hokageness-poked his head into my office. “Meeting time, sweetheart!”
“Why do you call me that here?! You know people can hear you, right? Actually, please don’t call me that at all.”
“You’re no fun. There’s nothing going on around here! How else am I supposed to entertain myself?”
“Why don’t you go fuck yourself?” The thought crossed my mind that maybe I can be too harsh, but that quickly passed. Seriously, now that Naruto and I are dating, why does he feel the need to torture me ten times more than he ever has before? Is it just because he knows that I probably won’t kill him for it now?
“Oh, I would if only I had the time. Have you seen me lately? Ramen does a body good.”
Ignoring that, I grabbed my personnel records and headed towards the meeting area. Kiba, Neji, and Shikamaru were already seated and seemed to become slightly agitated when Naruto and I walked into the room. I suppose I can understand their discomfort-we’d only told people about our relationship recently; maybe two weeks before moving in together. We figured that without explanation the Hokage and the Anbu captain moving into a one-bedroom apartment together might seem… odd. And I can understand how the thought of their two male superiors having sex would unsettle a room full of men. But Naruto clearly did not understand this.
“Hey guys, sorry we’re late. Lover’s quarrel. You know how it is.” Not even a knife could cut the tension in the room. Perhaps a chainsaw would be more appropriate. Naruto was oblivious. He also thought he was being hilarious-I do not understand my boyfriend.
“Okay, let’s just start with the current assignments, and then we can make recommendations for changes.” I could not relax in this meeting at all, not that meetings are particularly relaxing. Naruto has that look on his face-that look that tells me I should be worried about what crazy thing might pop out of his mouth at any moment.
As the meeting went on with no further incident, I became more and more worried. When I caught Naruto’s gaze, this wide shit-eating grin spread from one of his ears to the other. I suddenly felt a pressure in my lap as if my idiot boyfriend was trying to play footsie with my crotch in the middle of a staff meeting. Surely this wasn’t the case; surely he couldn’t be that stupid. I glanced down briefly and then back across the table at Naruto who did indeed have his foot running up the inside of my thigh. He was grinning at me like mad and obviously not even paying attention to anything being said. Tonight will be the night that I kill him.
When I needed to speak was of course when Naruto’s foot would travel all the way up my thigh to press and rub against my clothed and growing erection. If I’d had any less than perfect control over my icy façade, this would be disastrous. I couldn’t tell him to stop without revealing to the rest of the peanut gallery what was happening-not that a room full of elite ninja isn’t already fully aware of what’s going on. If they value their lives, they won’t say a word about this. My death glare was doing nothing to stop the under-table molestation, and I couldn’t get up to leave with a raging boner. I suppose this meeting wasn’t entertaining enough for the Almighty Hokage without knowing that I’m being tortured.
Accepting my fate of receiving three well knowing stares, I decided that this needed to stop right now. “How about we meet back tomorrow, and end this meeting here for today. I think we’ve gotten enough accomplished.”
“S-sure, Sasuke. You two have a good night.” Kiba couldn’t bolt out of the room fast enough, and the others followed quickly behind. Once we were alone, Naruto leaned in toward me and pressed his foot down heavily and made slow little circles.
Right now, my damaged pride and subsequent anger trumped any carnal need I was feeling-I peeled Naruto’s foot away from me and dropped it to the floor. After quickly leaving the meeting room and returning to my office, I slammed the door shut, locked it and began plotting my revenge. I’ll teach you to humiliate me, you useless idiot.
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I’d gotten home before Naruto; he’s probably late on purpose seeing as how I refused to talk to him for the rest of the day. I’d say that was uncharacteristically wise of him.
“Sasuke? I’m home. …Where are you? I’m sorry about earlier. You’re just so cute when you squirm! I promise to keep my feet to myself if you…”
Naruto had wandered into the bedroom where I was standing, naked with what I’d hoped came off as an angry scowl etched into my face.
“Sasuke… what are you…”
“Take your clothes off. Now. You need to be punished.”
“Oh- oh god. Just FYI, I don’t know if this counts as punishment.”
“Shut up! Take it all off and get on your knees for me.” Naruto was tripping over himself to get undressed-this was actually kind of a stress reliever. I didn’t feel twitchy for the first time all week. Mental note: take charge in the bedroom more often. Besides, Naruto could stand to be taken down a few notches. Or a lot of notches.
With my boyfriend kneeling in front of me surrounded by a pile of his discarded clothes, I grabbed his hair and shoved my cock into his face. The kinky fucker just moaned and rubbed himself against it; how did I not guess that this would happen?
“What do you want me to do, Sasuke-sama?” His breathy whisper nearly made me fall over.
“Mmm… suck my cock until your throat is raw.”
“Yes, sir! Unnng…” Naruto shoved my dick into his mouth as if it was a delicious ramen dinner, and he’d had nothing to eat but raw vegetables for a year or two.
Mmm, so fucking good…
I never asked how or where or with whom he’d gotten to be so good at blowjobs. But I wouldn’t care to share any of my stories of awkward and disappointing sex with women either, so I figured that we were even.
While Naruto was swallowing eagerly around my entire length, I’d gotten another idea. “Stop… ahh… Come over here.”
I laid down on the bed and motioned for Naruto to get on top of me. “Straddle my face.”
“Mmm… yes sir…” The view from down here was magnificent. Naruto’s firm, smooth thighs framed my vision and joined together at a delicious apex. His cock was unbelievably hard, throbbing, and merely inches away from my mouth.
“Now… stroke yourself.”
“Um… what?”
“Fuck, you heard me! I want you to stroke yourself right here and cum all over my face.”
Naruto’s luscious thighs trembled as his hand slowly moved toward his already dripping erection. As his fist clamped down around his thick cock, his eyes rolled shut. You can pretend I’m not here if you want, but I will accept nothing less than total humiliation as payment for what happened earlier.
He steadied himself with one hand against the headboard and began stroking up and down. “Ah… Sasuke. Sasuke. Sas…uke… Ahn….” A burning heat crept all over my face-this was turning out to be… way more intimate than I’d thought it would be. I started to feel like I was watching him stroke himself as if he was actually alone. Up and down… a rough squeeze to the head. He licked his palm and went back to it-faster and sweatier.
The show was making me harder than I think I’ve ever been in my entire life. I reached up to caress his chest, his neck, and his jaw line. Without thinking, I shoved two or three fingers into his mouth. I thrust them in pretty deep, and I felt his tongue sliding seductively in between each pair.
I moved my hand to his ass and entered him slowly with one finger at first, “Ohhhh… yeah. GiveItToMe.” We don’t usually fuck with Naruto as the bottom, so he was pretty tight down here; I did my best to loosen him without causing any damage. Eventually, I’d gotten three of my fingers up there, fucking him relentlessly, and his hand was still stroking at lightening speed. He brought himself off pretty quickly after that. The feeling of his warm cum pouring onto and dripping off of me broke my brain.
I’d pulled my fingers out of my blonde lover and repositioned him to hover just over my dick; hopefully he was getting the hint, but if not, “Fuck yourself on my cock.”
I didn’t think Naruto was capable of coherent words anymore; after making some sort of sound he grabbed me and pressed down slowly. Once he was fully impaled, we’d sat there, panting and staring for at least a couple of minutes. Ohhhhh, fuck. I’d forgotten how good he feels inside.”
There was no warning before he started moving and no slow buildup after. Right away we set a fast pace with him riding me, flexing his thighs and holding onto the headboard for balance, and me, holding his hips, feet on the bed and straining up to meet each one of his thrusts. My mind started going blank with the pleasure and the strain, and all I could do was feel. I felt the stress of the last week becoming less important. I felt a warmth I couldn’t explain wrap all around me. I felt that it had enveloped Naruto as well, and I felt that finally nothing could take this warmth away.
“I… love you… Sasuke…”
“You too… Naruto.” We climaxed together; both of our heads were thrown back, neither of us caring if the villagers heard our screams anymore.
I’d woken up a few hours later-Naruto was still collapsed on top of me. I pushed some of his golden hair behind his ear, and he stirred.
“So, did you forgive me?” His blue eyes sparkled in the stream of moonlight.
“I suppose so. No more molesting me around my subordinates.”
“Well… okay. I guess relationships are all about sacrifices.”
“Very funny.”
“Hey, Sasuke?”
“Hm?”
“Do I still have to clean the apartment?”
“Yes!”