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arabella0001 · 2 months ago

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chakra therapy

pairing: naruto uzumaki x reader (6k+ words)

Orochimaru’s latest jutsu leaves Naruto completely cut off from his chakra—until he realizes there’s one exception: you. Shikamaru said you should stay close for ‘research purposes.’ Pretty sure he didn’t mean it like this.”

cn: light sub/dom, overstimulation, breeding kink, praise, slight degrading kink

Naruto had always have feelings for you, though his clumsy, boyish nature kept him from ever admitting it outright. Instead, he showed it through actions. Subtlety wasn’t exactly his strong suit, but the signs were there, stitched into every impulsive action, every unfiltered laugh, every poorly hidden glance. Always hovering nearby, whether or not his presence was necessary. Nodding along, brow furrowed in concentration, even when half the words went over his head.

And then, of course, there were the looks—quick, unintentional, darting away the second he thought he’d been caught.

Every goddamn time. A split-second too long tracking the way fabric molded against curves, the unconscious clench of his jaw when bare skin teased his periphery. The sharp swallow whenever thighs squeezed together, whenever movement dragged his attention somewhere it had no business lingering. He told himself to stop looking, but instincts had other plans—reaction first, regret second.

Of course, you had noticed.

You weren’t stupid, nor were you blind. Naruto was always attractive. Too much muscle packed into that golden skin, those sharp, untamed eyes promising trouble if you let them linger too long.

The strength in his form, honed through years of relentless training. Even his foolish antics, the way he could make you laugh without effort, it was driving you mad. And yet, you never acted on it. You wanted him to be the first to break. To say it, to give in without your help.

But apparently, something else decided to help him instead.

It happened during the latest mission to bring Sasuke back. Orochimaru, infamous for his twisted experiments, had unleashed a forbidden jutsu at the last second before Naruto was being overpowered. It wasn’t a direct attack, no blood spilled, no broken bones. But the effect was insidious.

Naruto could no longer feel his chakra.

Not entirely absent, but distant. Muted echoes drifting in a void, unreachable no matter how desperately he tried. The realization had rattled him in a way that no physical injury ever had.

Now, in the clinic, everyone scrambled to find a way to undo it. The nurse flipped frantically through scrolls, searching for information.

Kakashi, ever the steady one, offered his calm reassurance.

“We’ll fix this. No need to panic.”

Sakura, frustrated and worried in equal measure, smacked Naruto lightly upside the head.

“Snap out of it, idiot! Freaking out isn’t going to fix anything.”Shikamaru, arms crossed, brows furrowed in thought, muttered,

“This is a drag… but if it’s a sensory disruption, we need a trigger to reverse it.”

Despite all their efforts, nothing changed.

You weren’t sure what to do either. But instinct, the same instinct that drove Naruto to protect you whenever you were in danger , had you moving to his side before you could think twice.

You reached for him, voice softer, laking the usual teasing bite. You try to sound steady despite the nervous energy curling in your gut.

“Naruto, breath. Come on, you seriously think I’d let you break that easily?”

Your fingers brushed against his forearm. a simple, grounding touch.

The room stilled.

His head snapped up, eyes blown wide, searching, frantic, until they landed on the source. Still there, still touching him. The words left his mouth without thought, louder than necessary. “I CAN FEEL IT.”

Everyone else froze at his reaction, the intensity in his expression a stark contrast to the depressing energy from moments ago.

Naruto’s breath hitched, his lips parted, and for a second, it wasn’t confusion on his face, it was need. Need to touch you.

You blinked, eyes flickering to where your hand met his skin. “What?”

Shikamaru, ever the skeptic, reached forward and pressed his fingers to Naruto’s shoulder.

Nothing.

Naruto shook his head. “No. Just her.”

A weighted silence followed, thick with unspoken implications.

Shikamaru exhaled slowly, his sharp gaze darting between you and Naruto before something in his expression shifted, a knowing look.

Then, with an almost smug amusement, he murmured, “Well, well… That’s interesting.”

Naruto stiffened, fingers twitching at his sides, his breath coming shorter. His ears burned scarlet, the flush creeping down his throat, disappearing beneath the dip of his collar. His thighs tensed. As if it took everything in him to stay still.

Because suddenly, it all made sense. Why his skin burned beneath your fingers. Why his breath had turned shallow, pupils blown wide. And worse, why the heat in his stare felt nothing like panic anymore.

The next day, Naruto found himself in Shikamaru’s room with you.

Shikamaru sat cross-legged at his desk, a scroll half-unrolled in front of him, fingers lazily tapping against the wood as he exhaled.

“I’ll go through Konoha’s records and archives,” he said, his voice carrying that usual bored indifference, though his sharp gaze betrayed how seriously he was taking it. “If there’s a way to cancel Orochimaru’s jutsu, I’ll find it. But until then…”

He lazily tilted his head toward you before looking back at Naruto.

“You should stick with her.”

Naruto flinched slightly at that, but Shikamaru wasn’t even trying to hide his sly smile.

“You know. For… research purposes.”

Naruto scowled, crossing his arms. “Tch. You make it sound weird, but yeah, yeah, whatever.”

He turned to you, rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish grin. “Guess you’re stuck with me.”

You raised a brow, leaning in slightly. “What’s different from before?”

Naruto immediately tensed, face heating up. “No! I mean—yeah. But not like—!” He cut himself off, groaning loudly before whipping around toward the door. “I’m leaving!”

You just grinned and Shikamaru let out a chuckle, nodding with sly eyes at you as you exit through the door, trailing after Naruto

The walk through the village was quiet for a moment. For once, Naruto was too quiet. Which, honestly, was worse.

A huff of breath, fingers rubbing at the back of his neck, shoulders squared like he was bracing for an attack. And then, with the grace of a man walking into his own execution “Wanna hang out?”

You smiled, feigning surprise. “Are you asking me on a date, Naruto?”

Immediate regret. Air lodged somewhere between his throat and lungs, a violent cough shaking his frame as he stumbled over nothing.

“Wha—?! WHAT’S UP WITH YOU!?” He groaned, muttering under his breath as he kicked at a loose stone on the road. “Tch, forget it.”

You laughed, nudging him with your shoulder. “Relax, idiot. I’m messing with you. Come on, where to? Ramen, training, or do we sit around your place and get competitive over that lame Wind Shuriken game again?”

You paused, thinking for a second before adding “Hm. Actually, it will be helpful to play that game in your current state.”

Naruto huffed, pouting slightly as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. “It’s not lame. You just suck at it.”

You gasped dramatically. “Excuse me?! I literally beat you last time!”

“You cheated!”

“You’re just mad I outplayed you.”

The banter continued as you made your way toward Naruto’s apartment, his earlier flustered state easing into something familiar, something comfortable.

But what you didn’t know—what Naruto wasn’t telling you—was that before he saw you today, he had already had a conversation with Shikamaru, earlier that morning.

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Shikamaru stood near the Hokage building, arms crossed as he eyed Naruto lazily.

“So… how long are you gonna keep pretending?”

Naruto, mid-stretch, froze. His back immediately stiffened before he turned, frowning. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Shikamaru gave him a deadpan look. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. The thing with her.”

Naruto’s eye twitched. “There’s no ‘thing.’”

Shikamaru barely held back an eye-roll. “Right. And the fact that she’s the only person who can break that jutsu? That’s just bad luck?”

Naruto groaned loudly, running a hand through his hair. “Shut up. That doesn’t mean anything.”

Shikamaru sighed, shaking his head. “You’re really hopeless, huh?” He glanced at him, smirking. “You do realize you’re not getting out of this without her figuring it out, right?”

Naruto crossed his arms stubbornly. “Yeah? And what if she doesn’t feel the same way? What if she—”

“Avoids you?” Shikamaru interrupted smoothly, tilting his head. “You really think that’s how she’d react?”

Naruto opened his mouth to argue, only to pause.…Would you?

Shikamaru saw the hesitation flash across his face and smiled knowingly.

“Thought so.”

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Back in the present, by the time you both arrived at Naruto’s place, after a while he began being tense again.

Not because of the hangout itself, you two did this all the time. Whether it was eating, training, or killing time at his place, it was normal.

Except it wasn’t normal anymore.

Because now, every time you looked at him, every time you leaned in slightly, every time your hands brushed, he remember that damn conversation with Shikamaru.

Cross-legged on the floor, the game board stretched between you two, a silent battlefield waiting to be conquered.

It was a Konoha classic: a two-player match where you had to align your chakra-infused tiles to mimic the perfect arc of a shuriken’s flight. Each tile had different wind currents, and only through precise movements and strategy could you outmaneuver your opponent’s trajectory.

Naruto sucked at it.

Not because he was dumb—but because his instincts always made him play fast, aggressive, going for power instead of precision. And the fact that he doesn’t feel the chakra like before made it worse. You, on the other hand, knew exactly how to read his movements, how to bait him into making the wrong moves.

And it pissed him off. Expecially right now.

“Tch—dammit!” Naruto groaned as he stared at the board, his last move completely blocked.

You bit back a grin, tilting your head. “What’s wrong, hero? Not as easy as a real shuriken throw?”

Naruto scowled. “This stupid game is rigged. Who the hell has time to plan this far ahead?”

“People who think before they act.” You hummed, tapping a finger against your lips in mock thought. “But hey, don’t feel bad. I can help you to feel your chakra, remember?”

His face burned immediately. Yeah, right. Back to reality.

You moved before he could protest, reaching over to slide a tile into place. A simple reach, fingers gliding over the board, but the shift brought warm skin against his, thighs brushing, arms pressing together for just a second too long.

The same electric sensation that grounded him yesterday, that pulled him out of his suffocating void was again, the warm, unmistakable pulse of your chakra.

His throat went dry, swallowing as a slow, pulsing ache settled deep in his belly, building with every touch.

You didn’t pull away. Instead, you let your fingers linger on his wrist, feeling the slight tremor beneath his skin. “Nervous?”

Naruto stutter. “N-no. Continue”

But his voice betrayed him, cracking slightly, low and strained.

Oh. This was fun.

Your fingers ghosted up his arm, teasing the hypersensitive skin, barely touching his forearm before curling around his bicep just enough to make his cock twitch.

Naruto’s breath hitched, chest rising in a stuttering gasp.

Your smirk deepened. “Relax, Naruto. I’m just getting comfortable.”

A blatant lie. And you think he knew it, or at least sense something by the way he is sending you a glare.

You shifted closer, brushing your thigh against his. The heat of his body—always so naturally warm—seeped into you, and the moment your breath ghosted against his ear, he physically jolted.

His chakra, what little he could feel, was flickering wildly. Every brush of your fingertips sent ripples of sensation through his body, as if his nerves were waking up one by one, tuned only to you.

His breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, his chest heaving as if he couldn’t get enough air.

He wanted to say something, anything, but his mind was a mess. It was too much, the sensation of your hands trailing slow, your teasing, the undeniable pull of your chakra weaving into his.

“Or do you want me to help you more?” Your voice, closer to his ear, make his impossible to move an inch.

He wanted to say something. Beg, maybe. Or tell you to stop before he lost every last ounce of restraint. But the way your nails teased closer to the waistband of his pants? Fuck. His mind had gone blank.

He don’t know how it escalated into this. Why are you doing this? Aren’t you two friends? I mean, he is insanly in love with you but…why would you?

“H-Hey…” His voice was strained, hands gripping his knees. “We should stop—”

You didn’t stop. How could you? You know he feels closer to normal before that cursed jutsu…or maybe more than normal.

Instead, your fingers trailed dangerously lower, tracing the waistband of his pants, not enough to touch, just enough to threaten.

“Wha—“

Naruto practically tore himself away, breath ragged, face burning. “I—I can’t. I don’t wanna—” He clenched his fists, eyes squeezing shut. “I don’t wanna use you.”

The sudden seriousness in his voice made you pause. He wasn’t just embarrassed anymore. He was struggling.

You tilted your head, watching him closely.

“Use me?”

He exhaled hard, his like sandpaper in his throat. “I just really, really want you. T-to keep touching me.”

The admission came out like a confession he wasn’t ready to say aloud, his knuckles white from how hard he was gripping himself.

You licked your lips, feeling your own pulse quicken. And then, as if deciding for both of you, you leaned in, voice smooth.

“But you’re not using me.”

The words slotted into place like a key turning in a lock. And just like that, the dam holding him back cracked.

And just as his uncertain and vulnerable gaze snapped to you, you let your fingers skim over his collarbone, nails lightly dragging making him feel overwhelmed.

The second your lips brushed against his ear, his fingers clenched at your hips, an involuntary whimper breaking free. You grinned, amused at the way his body trembled next to you.

The escape was clumsy, like a man barely holding onto the last thread of control.

“Naruto…” Your voice was lower now, testing. “Focus”

His throat bobbed, eyes dark and completely wrecked. This is wrong. His mind chaotic, messy, he can’t continue like that.

And then, just like that, he snapped.

“STOP!”

His head tipped just slightly, muscles locked in place, as if terrified to move.

Before be can’t control himself, Shikamaru’s voice maddening bim, he jut burst out—loud, desperate, like something that had been clawing to escape.

“I don’t want this just because of this jutsu think!” his breath uneavsn before continuing “It feel wrong, hiding it from you and I—I like you, okay?”

You pause for a second, you can’t say you didn’t felt your stomach curl as he finally admitted, but right now? Right now you are too aroused to even think straight.

“Oh, Naruto. But i knew.”

His entire face burned, staring at you “What did you mean you knew???”

You shrugged, looking unaffected with a grin on your face. “You think i didn’t notice? How you look at me? I just wanted to see when you’d break.”

Naruto looked utterly betrayed. His mouth opened, closed— groaning loudly, covering his face. “You’re evil.”

You laughed, tipping his chin back up with a single finger. “And you love it.”

Naruto swallowed hard.

And then, before he could stop you, you pressed your lips to his, swallowing the helpless groan that spilled from him.

His mouth parted before he could think, the taste of you intoxicating while his hands gripping at your waist like he couldn’t help himself.

The sound that tore from him was unintentional—a hushed, wrecked thing, barely a whisper against your mouth.

His body reacting before his mind could catch up, unsure if he wanted to push you away or pull you in and never let go. His mouth parted instinctively, desperate, pliant, letting you take everything you wanted from him.

When you tugged at his hair, he gasped—a sharp, wrecked little sound that sent a thrill through you. You didn’t hesitate, fingers tugging slightly as you pushed him down onto the floor, straddling him.

Naruto’s hands instinctively grabbed your butt, pulling you closer.

“F-Fuck—” His voice was wrecked, already breathless, already losing it.

You leaned into his ear, letting your breath fan against his skin. “Also, i like you too.”

His entire body shuddered beneath you.

His chakra latched onto yours, sinking into you, heat pooling in every place your bodies touched.

And when your lips traced the shell of his ear, when your hips pressed just slightly against his painfully hard cock, Naruto let out a broken moan, his hips shifting beneath you instinctively, desperate for any kind of friction.

Your hips rolled against him, just a tease and his whole body tensed, thighs pressing together, his grip on you tightening.

His head tipped back, exposing the length of his throat as a helpless, needy moan spilled from his lips, his body begging without words.

Naruto was shaking beneath you, his breath ragged, uneven, pupils blown wide as his hands trembled against your waist. You felt them, those rough, calloused fingers gripping you like he was afraid to let go.

For all his stubbornness, all his fire, he was melting under you, pupils blow wide feeling his hands squeezing your butt harder.

Then, hesitantly, cautiously, his hands moved up. The moment his fingers brushed against your chest, you felt it—a hesitant, almost reverent touch, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed.

Like he thought you might stop him.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you let out a slow, pleased hum, pressing into his touch just enough to let him know.

His fingers tightened, palms cupping, kneading, thumbs brushing over your nipples through the fabric, and fuck—Naruto was a fast learner. His hands were warm, eager, your body pressing firmer into his hands. He swallowed thickly, his voice rough as he murmured,

“You feel… fuck. You feel so good.”

It was the way he said it—the raw need in his voice, the awe beneath it—that made heat coil low in your stomach.

But as nice as this was, you had something else in mind.

Before Naruto could get too comfortable, you suddenly gripped his wrists, pulling his hands away.

He made a frustrated sound, confused, but before he could protest, you moved, taking him with you as you stand up.

Naruto blinked at you, still disoriented, panting, his body flushed with heat as he sat there, his hands still twitching, aching to touch you again.

Then, you did something unexpected. For him, at least. You sank to your knees in front of him.

Naruto froze.

His entire body locked up, his breath caught in his throat, looking down at you.

“W-Wait, what—”

He started to reach for you again, but you caught his wrists again, stopping him.

“No touching.”

Naruto let out a small, broken whine, fingers twitching in your grasp. “What—why—?”

You grinned up at him, a slow, wicked thing. “Because I want you to behave.”

His breath shuddered, his entire body going rigid at the way you said it.

Watching as he shifted uncomfortably, with a blush on his face, clearly torn between his desperate need to touch you and the fact that you weren’t letting him.

He was always the fighter, always the reckless one, always pushing forward without thinking. But now? Now, you had him right where you wanted him.

“Naruto,” you murmured, tilting your head. “You like this, don’t you?”

His breath came short, shaky, his jaw clenching, his body betrayed him, giving all the answers you know.

He swallowed hard, glaring down at you with that wild, unsteady gaze, his voice strained.

“You sure—”

You leaned in, lips barely ghosting over his stomach, feeling the way his muscles tightened violently under your touch.

“Shhh.”

His hands fisting uselessly in the air, unable to do anything except sit there and take it.

Letting your nails rake lightly down his sides, the sensation just enough to make him squirm.

“You’re so tense,” you murmured, voice laced with amusement. “I thought you liked being in control, baby.”

Naruto whimpered, shaking his head, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Y-You’re cheating.”

You smirked, tilting your head. “Oh? And what are you gonna do about it?”

His jaw clenched, his eyes dark and completely wrecked. “L-Let me touch you.”

You hummed, running your lips over his stomach again, your tongue barely flicking against the heat of his skin.

Naruto jolted like you’d shocked him, breath catching on a choked gasp. 'F-Fuck—Please”

And there it was. That one magic word.

Your smile widened, and you finally let go of his wrists, letting him decide. But you saw him already submitting, his hands fisted into his own shirt, gripping it impatiently, every nerve in his body alight with anticipation.

You dragged your nails down his pants, exposing him, and as you feel the muscles twitch beneath your fingertips, the way his legs tensed, shifting restlessly. His whole body was a mess of sensitivity, his chakra curling around you like it was clinging for dear life.

His head tilting back, exposing the long line of his straining throat. You licked your lips, taking your time. His hips jerked slightly when your breath ghosted over his long, thick cock, precum leaking from his tip.

The second your tongue flicked over him, Naruto let out a broken, wrecked gasp. He was trying so damn hard to stay still, the desperation radiating off of him.

“F-fuck!”

You started slow, letting your tongue trace hot, wet circles, humming as you taste his precum and pulling away just when you felt him shudder under you.

“You’re shaking, pretty boy.” you murmured against his skin with a sweet, taunting voice. “Can’t handle it?”

Naruto let out a whimper, his breath hitching.

“N-No, —”

He cut himself off with a loud moan when you start sucking, hollowing your cheeks just enough to take him all. His fingers flew to your hair instantly, gripping slightly, making you dripping already between your thighs. But you weren’t about to let him have control.

You pulled off just enough to let your breath ghost over him, grinning when you heard the pathetic sound that left his lips, his thighs clenching around you in pure, helpless frustration.

“P-Please!”

You hummed, dragging your nails up his stomach, feeling his muscles jump under your touch.

“Please what, Naruto?”

His fingers tugging into your hair, chasing your open mouth before replying with a desperate voice.

“Please don’t stop”

“Good boy.”

The second your mouth wrapped around him again, Naruto’s head slammed back, a ragged, broken moan tearing from his lips. His entire body seized up, thighs tensing, hands fisting into the sheets like he was fighting for his life. But the fight was already lost.

Then you took him deeper.

When your throat flexed around his cock, tight and wet, swallowing him down to the base, his hips bucked—uncontrolled, desperate. A strangled gasp escaped him, somewhere between a plea and a curse, his fingers twitching like he wanted to grab your hair and fuck himself deeper but was too wrecked to even try.

And then you locked eyes with him.

Fuck.

The sight alone nearly undid him—his cock disappearing between your lips, drool glistening at the corners of your mouth, those wide, knowing eyes staring straight into his soul like you were drinking in every second of his unraveling. Heat slammed through his core, pleasure twisting sharp and brutal in his gut.

‘Shit—fuck—’ His voice was wrecked, shaking, pure desperation spilling from his lips as your tongue curled around him, sucking with slow, deliberate precision, like you wanted to ruin him.

And god, you were—pulling him deeper, taking him whole, like he was nothing but something to be used, devoured, wrecked.

Naruto’s whole body arched, back bowing off the floor, a raw, shaking gasp ripped from his lips, his fingers tugging at your hair as he lost it.

He whimpered, broken and breathless, his body shuddering violently, his thighs clamping around you as he came hard. So fucking hard.

Pleasure slammed through him in waves, crashing over him so hard his vision went white. Naruto pushed your head further, riding his orgasm with weak moves and letting you swallow all his load.

You clean him off with slow, languid licks until his body finally, finally sagged, spent and shaking, his breath coming in soft, shuddering gasps.

You look at him—how beautiful he looked. His head lolled back, his chest heaving, his entire body still trembling, his skin flushed, damp with sweat. His hands twitched uselessly, like he still couldn’t quite remember how to function.

“Damn, hero.”

Naruto groaned, covering his flustered face with his arm, still trying to catch his breath.

“Sh-Shut up.”

For a long momeng, Naruto didn’t move, he looked at you intensely, the aftermath of what you had just done still lingering in his muscles.

It was subtle at first, the way his gaze turned serious, the way his posture straightened, the tension in his shoulders unraveling into something else. That familiar, feral gleam sparking to life.

Before you could even register what was happening, Naruto moved fast. One second, you were still kneeling on the floor, feeling satisfied, smug. The next? Your back hit the mattress, breath punched from your lungs as Naruto hauled you up and tossed you onto the bed like you weighed nothing.

“Wha—?!”

Your protest was immediately cut off by the weight of his body pressing firmly against yours, his mouth at your ear, voice low and dangerous.

“You think you can just do that to me and get away with it?”

Your stomach flipped. Your breath hitched as his hands gripped your thighs, spreading them apart effortlessly, his body pressing you further into his bed. Squirming while trying to move, his grip tightened.

“Nuh-uh.” His voice was taunting, drenched in amusement. “You had your fun. Now it’s my turn.”

Even if your face flushed, you still shot back, “Oh, so you finally grew a backbone?”

Naruto just laughed, low and rough, his fingers teasing the hem of your clothes, playing with the fabric.

“You really don’t get it, do you?”

With zero hesitation, he ripped your shirt clean off. You gasp, your hands instinctively moving to cover yourself, but Naruto was faster.

“Nope.”

He grabbed your wrists, pinning them down above your head, eyes drinking you in like he’d been starving for this. And then, so casually it made your stomach twist, he muttered,

“Damn. You’re even better than I imagined.” Your blush deepened and his smirk widened. “You think I haven’t thought about this?”

His touch dragged rough and sure, tracing every inch of you like he owned it. Fingers trailed down your torso, skimming over your stomach, nails grazing just enough to make you shiver. “You have no idea what you’ve done to me, do you?”

You opened your mouth to respond, only to be silenced when his hands finally moved between your legs, parting them fully, thumbs digging into your inner thighs.

His breath was hot against your skin, his voice gravelly, hungry.

“I’ve wanted to have you for so long.”

Your entire body jolted the moment Naruto’s fingers curled into the waistband of your pants, dragging them down with excruciating slowness, like he wanted you to feel every second of it. His grip on your thighs was firm—possessive—spreading you open without hesitation, without asking, like he was owed this. Like he wasn’t giving you a choice.

And when his fingers slid through the slick, dripping mess he’d already made of you, a low groan rumbled from his chest, dark and satisfied. He dragged his fingertips through the heat, parting you with slow, teasing strokes before pulling back to admire the way your wetness clung to him.

“Mmm,” he murmured, biting his lip. “All this for me?”

You barely had time to suck in a breath before his head dipped lower, tongue pressing against your soaked panties, running slow and deliberate over the damp fabric. The first warm, wet stroke had you gasping, thighs jerking as the pleasure struck too fast, too sudden.

Naruto groaned against you, breath hot through the thin barrier of lace. Your panties were shoved aside, and his mouth was on you, tongue dragging through your folds, slow and filthy, before closing around your clit and sucking. Hard.

A choked moan ripped from your throat, hands flying into his hair, gripping, pulling, but Naruto didn’t let up—if anything, the firm weight of his tongue only pressed deeper, flicking over your swollen bud before closing his lips around it and sucking with obscene precision.

Your hips jerked against his mouth, body twisting under the intensity, the sheer heat of it, but Naruto only growled, tightening his grip on your thighs, forcing them apart every time you tried to clamp them shut.

“Shh,”he murmured, tongue flicking against your clit, voice mocking against your dripping cunt. “I thought you liked teasing?”

“N-Naruto—!”

The sharp whimper that tore from you when he sucked harder was embarrassing, but fuck—he wanted it. Wanted to hear every gasp, every shaky moan, wanted to feel you break on his tongue.

“Come on, baby. Give it to me.”

The command sent a shockwave through your spine. Your stomach clenched tight, the pleasure twisting sharp and hot inside you, flooding your system too fast, too intense. Your thighs trembled, body arching into his mouth as heat rushed through you, tearing a cry from your lips.

But Naruto didn’t stop.

Didn’t let you breathe, didn’t let you recover. He kept going—licking, sucking, dragging his tongue through the mess of your orgasm, coaxing every last spasm from you while his grip remained tight, keeping you spread open, keeping you at his mercy.

When you tried to twist away, panting, overstimulated, a wrecked “N-No—“ falling from your lips, Naruto only laughed.

“One more.”

You whimpered, tried to push him away, but he didn’t let you as his mouth worked you all over again. Your vision blurred, legs trembling so violently you thought they might give out completely.

“You can do it, baby. Just one more.”

“Naruto, I-I can’t” your voice cracking into broken moans.

“Shh. You wanted to tease me, right?” His breath was hot, merciless against your skin. “You can take it.” You sobbed, your body writhing beneath him as your nails dragging down his arms, he groaned when he felt how easily his fingers sank into you, how ready you were. The pressure inside you built higher, tighter, until it felt like you might break apart, cumming again, harder, messier than before.

“So good. You taste so good.”

Your voice broke, your body convulsing, and still, Naruto kept going, groaning against your skin, drinking in every last drop. By the time he finally pulled away, you were wrecked. Still twitching from the aftershocks, chest heaving with a dazed expression on your face. Naruto come back over you, licking his lips and smirking down at you.

“Damn,” he murmured, “I should’ve done this sooner.”

You were too out of it to even glare. He leaned in, voice low, teasing.

“Think you can handle one more?”

Your eyes widen before stuttering “You’re insane-“ but Naruto laughed at you with that stupid smile of him.

“Oh, you’re in trouble now, baby.”

His voice was hoarse, thick with hunger, as the swollen head of his cock dragged through your folds, teasing, slick with how ready you were for him. And then, without warning, he drove himself inside—deep, stretching you open around his thick length, forcing a choked moan from your throat.

Mouths parted in tandem, bodies tensing at the overwhelming sensation, every brutal snap of his hips sending shockwaves through you. Each thrust was sharp, relentless, burying him to the hilt, making you take all of him, over and over.

The room was filled with it—the wet, obscene sounds of him fucking you, filthy and raw, a stark contrast to the way he had you pinned, wrists locked above your head, helpless beneath the force of it.

"Shit—you’re sucking me in so fucking good," he groaned, his voice low, unsteady, almost desperate. "Like you are made for me."

Your moan broke into a sob, the stretch, the depth, the way his cock dragged against your walls just right making you shudder helplessly beneath him. And Naruto could feel it, how your walls wrapped harder around his cock, pulling him deeper, trying to keep him inside. He’d never felt anything like this. It was only you.

His hips snapped harder, faster, his fingers digging into your skin as he moan into your ear.

"You take me so fucking well." His lips brushed the shell of your ear, taunting. "You like this, huh? Like being fucked like you belong to me?"

You whimpered, your voice breaking. "Y-Yes, yes, Naruto!”

"Yeah? You need it, don’t you?" His voice was mocking, knowing, his grip tightening as he thrust deeper, dragging a filthy moan from your throat.

You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, the pleasure too much, too sharp, too deep.

"Say it." His fingers slid up your body, wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your pulse hammer against his palm. "Tell me how much you fucking need me."

Your moan broke into a sob, your body trembling beneath him, on the edge of something devastating.

"I need you so bad, baby, please—"

He groaned, his hand tightening just slightly, his cock hitting so deep your vision blurred. Your nails dug into the sheets, your voice nothing but a breathless whimper and his hand slid lower, pressing between your legs, fingers rubbing slow, teasing circles over your clit. Your whole body jerked, your breath catching on a sharp cry.

"That’s it." His voice was pure sin, his pace unrelenting. "You’re gonna cum for me again, yeah?"

Your moans turned desperate, high-pitched and pleading, your body grinding back against him, needing more, needing everything.

"Come on, baby. Let me feel it."

You could barely breathe, barely think, his words sending heat surging through you, tipping you closer, closer—

"That’s my good girl."

Your orgasm tore through you, blinding, all-consuming, your whole body convulsing, legs shaking, nails raking down the mattress.

Your walls clenched around him, fluttering, sucking him in deeper, making Naruto snarl, his breath shuddering as he fought to hold on.

"F-Fuck—“

Your voice was wrecked, almost incoherent, "Naruto—please—please, I want it—want you to cum inside me—"

His pace stuttered, his whole body shuddering at your words.

"Shit—“

You turned your head, breath hot, desperate against his ear.

"I’d let you do it anytime—"

Naruto groaned, loud, broken, his grip on your hips bruising.

"Yeah? You wanna be my little cumdump, baby?"

Your voice was pleading, breathless, needy. "Yes, yes! Please!”

Naruto’s hips snapped forward one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go, a wrecked, guttural moan tearing from his throat as he came. His whole body shuddering violently, he leg a loud while his cock pulsing inside, filling you up.

His fingers curled into the sheets, his jaw clenched tight, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure slammed through him in waves, his chakra burning, surging, spilling into yours.

And then, finally—his body sagged, his forehead pressing into your shoulder, his breath still ragged, uneven.

He was still inside you, still panting, feeling how you are trembling against him, his body glowing with heat, skin damp with sweat.

He lets his forehead lean against your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck while arms wrapped around you like he had no intention of letting go.

For a while, neither of you moved.

The silence wasn’t awkward, it was comfortable, necessary.

His fingers dragged up and down your spine absentmindedly, barely-there touches that sent the occasional shiver through your body. He was still breathing heavily, still coming down, deep inside you, reluctant to pull away.

He sighed, shiftin as his lips brushed against your temple, soft, barely a whisper. Then, your cheek. Your jaw. Your throat.

Each kiss was slow, warm, unhurried, his hands roaming gently, lazily, like he was trying to memorize every inch of you. It wasn’t lustful anymore. It was something else. Something Naruto had never really put into words before, making your heart stuttered.

"I like you.” his voice was hoarse, vulnerable.

And before you could say anything, he kept going.

"I like you so fucking much." His nose brushed against your skin, his lips pressing against your shoulder "I think I have for a long time."

Your chest ached, in a way that made you want to pull him closer, hold onto him forever.

You smiled softly, running your fingers through his damp hair. "I know, dumbass."

Naruto snorted, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder. "Yeah, yeah. You always knew."

A pause.

Then his lips pressed against your collarbone, your chest, your stomach.

"I really, really like you."

You let out a breathless laugh, brushing his bangs from his face. "I got that part, baby"

Naruto just grinned, kissing lower, nipping, teasing, worshipping.

"Good. Just making sure."

Eventually, Naruto pulled away, rolling onto his back, still keeping you close with his arms lazily slung around your waist. You were comfortable, warm, tangled up together, his fingers still idly playing with your skin, tracing patterns across your hip.

Naruto blinked, staring at his hand for a second, his brows furrowing. You noticed immediately, shifting slightly.

"What?"

He opened and closed his fist and slowly, he flexed his fingers, his expression shifting.

"No way! I can feel it."

He said it so quietly, so disbelievingly, that you barely registered it.

Right as Naruto was staring at his hand in shock, his phone buzzed from the floor.

Still dazed, he reached over, glancing at the screen. A message. From Shikamaru.

"So I think I figured it out. Looks like the jutsu suppresses chakra externally, but it’s possible for it to gradually reactivate under the right… conditions."

Another buzz.

"Prolonged exposure to a strong external chakra source, repeated stimulation, or deep physical synchronization might accelerate restoration."

Naruto blinked. He read it twice and the started laughing.

You frowned, propping yourself up on your elbow.

Naruto just shook his head, still grinning, tossing the phone onto the bed after replying.

"Myeah. Just found out. Thanks anyway!”

You stared at him, unimpressed. "That’s it? Your chakra is back?”

He grinned harder, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Yup.”

"Unbelievable."

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you on top of him, his fingers trailing lazy patterns on all of your body.

Your breath evened out, limbs growing heavy, molding into his frame as if you had always belonged there. As if this had always been meant to happen. As if this his touch, his presence, the way he held you like you were something precious—had been inevitable from the start.

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