Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Ridding Me of You ❯ Chapter 15: Waking up beside you ( Chapter 15 )

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I do not own Naruto. Even Father Christmas would not grant me my wish of own Naruto at least for a day. Sigh. The world goes on.

Ridding Me of You

By boyarina

Chapter 15: Waking up beside you

The one tedious task that Sakura prefers not to do during the mornings is waking up. It is always a very guttural battle to lift her eyelids open, to fling her covers aside and finally to sit up, stretch, yawn and get off the bed. More so, the war does not end there once she is on her feet. With the bed still touching her calves (for her legs do not voluntarily move once she is up), she would have to contend with the temptation of sleep once again. She would teeter backward and then forward, swaying in the indecision of really doing forth and readying herself to make the day productive and worthwhile. The only thought that would propel her to action is the promise of getting rid of her infernal infatuation to Naruto once for all on that very day. Resolve strengthened and fortified, she would then march off to the bathroom, head straight to the mirror, take one lengthy, ponderous look at her reflection and eventually scramble her way to the shower—galvanized by the image of her nest-like hair and puffy, uneven eyes.

 

This is generally how Sakura starts her morning routine. She would have done the same thing today. However, given the situation she is in now on this fine, Konoha morning, she truly is not willing to do it (at all). You see, when she had gotten around to opening her eyes, she painfully realized that she is technically not in her own room. The implication of this hit her hard on the face—jolting her, making her aware of everything else around her.

 

Yes indeed, her awareness did not spare her a thing. On its own accord, it smacked her with the realization that there is a warm, solid male body encasing her own. It did not stop there too. Though she would have wanted to stay blissfully ignorant, it still hastened to bring to her immediate attention that this male body is rubbing onto hers either for its own lecherous pleasure or to just simply fend off the chilly morning draft that hung in the air and that touched the spots of her skin not covered and rubbed by this male body.

 

Sakura knew without a doubt that the body belongs to Naruto. TO her knowledge, he is the last person she has been with yesterday and the last place she recalled being in is at his place, sleeping. She does not have any memory of leaving his place, or at least, talking to him when he had arrived. She had fallen asleep on his futon—this is the last real recollection that she has on yesterday's events.

 

Why is Naruto on the bed spooning with her? Did she, by any chance, invited him to sleep together with her? Did he get home stoned or drunk and decided to take advantage of her? Did he think that he would be able to get away with this kind of thing because she had been nice to him yesterday? He has got to be dreaming! She should not let this one come to pass! Naruto definitely is not going to get away with the sleeping with her and rubbing on to her with nary a scratch! He shall pay dearly for this! She will make sure of that!

 

…or rather, give or take 10 minutes, she would exact the appropriate punishment for his uncouth behavior. As of the moment, she is being forestalled. Her brain could hardly process the correct body movements to rise from Naruto's embrace and subsequently wallop him because he had her completely mesmerized by the undulating movements he had switched to doing. The hands and legs that were running up and down her body before are now locking her in place as Naruto undulated against her, pressing and rocking their lower sections together. Naruto moved with care and finesse and it seemed to her that he is pleasuring himself as much as he is pleasuring her—no hurries, just this hypnotizing, slow motions.

 

Foreplay.

 

Sakura felt feverish. She swallowed thickly, and then opened her mouth in order to bring in more oxygen for the amount that her nose is bringing into her body doesn't appear to be anymore sufficient. Simple and un-taxing their movements though maybe, she still could not help but breathe a little bit harder. The symphony her harsh breathing created filled her ears, and in response to this, her voice box followed suit, emitting a sound. It is one-syllabled, muted, hollowed and you, for sure, would have easily found it in a porno magazine.

 

“Fuck.”

 

She bit her lip, trying to get her breathing under control and, at the same time, trying to regain her functionality to her brain. She squeezed her eyes shut and wracked her mind for a possible solution to her current dilemma. Since Naruto had not ceased with what he is doing, her planning just turned out to be an exercise in futility. All would have been lost is her subconscious had not materialized then and butted-in in time.

 

You could simply push away from him, Inner Sakura commented wryly, inspecting her outstretched fingers nonchalantly, or scream at him. But then again, you would have done that earlier if you w\really wanted to.

 

Sakura normally would have been pissed and become defensive at Inner Sakura's verbiage, but considering the pressing matter at hand, she decided to forego with it for the time being, and accomplish it at a later date. Besides, her subconscious did give her an idea—a quick and painless resolution, you might say. A plan and a goal in mind, Sakura yanked her body from Naruto's with all her might, fully expecting that she would end up rolling away and escaping this too, too surreal situation. She yanked, once, twice, three times, but she never did get her desired freedom. (Inner Sakura: Desired freedom? I think not!) She was anchored so solidly in place, she supposed that an oversized crowbar would have to be used in order to pry their bodies away from each other.

 

“Look at that,” a deep raspy voice intoned above her head, “the Sakura blossom's awake.” Then, it laughed—or gurgled. She couldn't exactly tell which, not it factors greatly into the things she really should be concerned about. Like for instance, shouldn't she be questioning why Naruto sounds like a bomb exploded in his throat? Or why the image of monstrous beast came to mind when he had spoken.

 

“You think after all the trouble you laid upon my boy's head, I would let you off that easily?” it continued in that gravelly voice, strengthening the image of a beast in her mind's eye.

 

“N-Naruto?”

 

It harrumphed irritable. “Don't say his name girl, you might wake him up. This is the only time that I get to play and have fun; I do not want you to even think of ruining it. If you wake up and he spoils everything, I will blame it all on your head. Besides, why would you deprive him of the things he wanted the most, when in fact, he is already depriving himself of it?” It bent its head and licked her ear, causing goosebumps to rise throughout her body. The hand that had been holding her down by the waist, smoothed its way to the side of her hip, slipping through the thong Naruto had convinced her to wear.

 

Sakura feels like she wanted to implode, or start having a nosebleed. She feels like she is in the boiler room—the heat is getting to her head, making her dizzy. She is torn between the act of screaming Naruto's name and staying silent so she could witness the fascinating thing that would happen next. All things considered, this isn't too bad, is it? Naruto gets what he wants. She gets what she wants. This creature speaking for Naruto would be their mediator—

 

waiiiittttt.

 

There's something extremely wrong with this statement.

 

Did she say `this creature'? Since when did Naruto have an inner creature speaking in his behalf?

 

“Wha…? Who…?”

 

“Getting a little breathless there, Saku-chan.” The creature cackled. Proceeding with the ministrations he has started on the waistband of her thong, he snapped the string holding it in place, slipped it from under her in once swift motion and casually tossed it away. Sakura gave out a small cry as a reaction to what the creature did and would have also followed this teensy yelp with a long, drawn out shriek if, then after, the creature had not flipped her to her back and loomed over her in a dominating, `I-shall-subdue-this-tempest' fashion.

 

The wind got knocked out of her the second she flopped unceremoniously on the futon. She should have been impervious to all sensation considering that her brain got addled when he had flipped her over brusquely. But, nonetheless, she was flooded with the feeling of anticipation, her body thrumming with the knowledge that he would slid his manhood inside of her and possibly fuck her into oblivion.

 

“I can smell your excitement, girl. You want this as much as he does, don't you?” the creature said, amusement dancing in his voice. He stared down at her with those red cat-like eyes she had seen before. Malicious glee, lust and hunger reflected off in those orbs, bearing no resemblance to the blue, happy, and kind eyes Naruto normally has.

 

“You are not Naruto,” she flatly returned, instead of directly negating his statement. Having been treated to a full minute of those un-Naruto like eyes, her arousal got doused. She still has her faculties intact and she certainly does not want to be sexed by none other than Naruto himself!

 

(Inner Sakura: You would want that, won't you?)

 

“Am I not, Sakura? I am him. He is me. You want him,” the creature flippantly said.

 

“I do not want him,” she said automatically. This answer, of course, is generated by her defense system. She had been saying it out aloud for so long to herself and to everybody else who notices her infatuation that it just involuntarily comes out of her lips now.

 

The creature scoffed at her. “Falsification. Denial. Do I look like I could care less, human? I just need to mate and since you are the one he had an extreme liking to, you would be the only lucky female who I could fuck.”

 

Having said that, red chakra coils spurted out of Naruto's body and wound themselves on her wrists, torso and ankles, tying her down.

 

Sakura's mount went dry. Eyes wide, she strained against in her bonds. Panic level 3 became Panic level 99 when the creature undid Naruto's pants and positioned himself to enter her, his hands spreading her legs wide apart.

 

Why in the world is she getting aroused again? Why in the world is she not screaming for Naruto to get back in control? Who the fuck is this demonic being controlling her Uzumaki? Does she really want this to happen? What the fuck is wrong with her?

 

Haruno, call out to him!

 

“Naruto!” she screamed.

 

Too late.

 

He is already inside of her before she even got to say the next syllable on his name. She gasped, inner muscles spasming at the hardness inserted in her.

 

Oh gods…

 

Ohhhhh… fuck…

 

…nnnngggghhhh…

 

… shit…

 

She didn't know how she managed to contain his length in her, but it feels like she had been expanded like a rubber balloon stretched to the last inch it could possible go. He filled her to the very last brim of her being. Her inner being.

 

 

As if this is not enough, he retracted and pushed at her once, making her eyes go half-mast, wrenching from her a gasped filled moan.

 

“N-naruto…”

 

The fight to wake Naruto up slithered it s way out of her system. Demon possessed teenager Naruto may be, the one shagging her now is STILL Naruto. She didn't want to stop him—to stop this anymore. She already has convinced herself this is better than nothing. She—

 

“S-sakura-chan?”

 

Her mental ramblings were placed on a temporary hold when her Naruto spoke. All movements stopped (excluding her nerve endings that had not ceased to break dance and the air molecules that kept slamming to each other due to their harsh breathing). Sakura slowly focused her gaze back on Naruto and found there the blue eyes she so desperately had wanted to be there in the first place.

 

 

“You're back,” she whispered, the beginnings of annoyance stirring up in her. The red chakra coils vanished in an instant as Naruto's face twitched into a grimace in response to what she has said.

 

“I… He… Did… Oh, kam—“, he blabbered out.

 

“You left me with a monster.” She said, cutting him off. She's coming back to her senses now. She had not been thinking right before when she had acquiesced to be mauled by his demonic side.

 

Naruto hung his head. “Gomen,” he murmured. The eyes she had been intently staring into became shadowed behind his bangs. “Did he hurt you?”

 

The concerned tone, the pained expression on his face—she couldn't bring herself to stay mad at him for long. Sakura lifted her hand and poked him on his cheek. Like what she had expected for him to do, he returned his eyes back to her.

 

 

“Took my virginity is all,” she drawled. “You're still taking it.” She motioned to their joined hips and watched as Naruto's eyes warily traveled down her body, a dull red blush creeping up his tanned face.

 

He choked, he hacked, and finally managed to sputter out: “I better get off you.”

 

She hastened to clamp down on his shoulder. “Do you really want to?” she countered.

 

Naruto hardened further inside of her.

 

“No,” he answered, then flinched. “I mean, yes.”

 

One corner of her mouth lifted as the gladness and amusement washed over her.

 

“So, which one is it?” she asked softly.

 

“I…”