Naruto Kinks

Naru/Saku: Kage Bunshin no Jutsu (Part One)

Sakura almost hated to admit it to herself (who wouldn't?) but somehow the things she had originally found most annoying about Uzumaki Naruto had become familiar and even comforting over the years they spent together—and apart.

He'd been back less than six months but she'd already noticed the changes. Sure he was taller, broader, and more mature but there was something about the way he looked at her with those bright, blue eyes as he smiled—the way she didn't pull back when he invaded her personal space. He was still loud and rash but it was more endearing now because she understood what it must have been like for him just like she understood why Sasuke had left. And because of her silent acceptance of who he was in public, he was finally willing to sow her his darker side—the doubt and insecurity. The drive for acceptance, the vulnerability.

It wasn't so much that she'd opened up to him but that she'd become more comfortable with herself over the years. After losing a teammate and seeing the other so wounded by his hands—suddenly things such as appearances didn't seem as important anymore. This wasn't some fairytale. So she'd focused more on her training and little by little let her inner Sakura out. The fact that somehow that made her more relaxed around Naruto was an indication that her priorities had changed. Whereas before she had been too stubborn and shallow to admit it, now she not only embraced the fact but was willing to go to any lengths to protect their relationship. For whatever reason, Naruto had become an important person to her.

Kakashi had called it “coming together as a team.” Sakura might have called it falling in love had the teammate been dark featured with an equally dark disposition. Instead she didn't call it anything, because she was uncertain and confused.

The first time she'd kissed him, he'd genuinely looked scared. Terrified that happiness could be real.

“I won't get tired of you,” she'd said because she thought it was what he needed to hear.


“This is bad,” Naruto mumbled into her hair, one hand kneading her right breast almost too roughly. He ground himself against her thigh and groaned as if just the thought of holding back was too much for him.

“Why?” she gasped, tilting her head back so he could lick and bite at her neck.

He shifted, bumping a box on the shelf to his left in the confined space. “Because,” he breathed in between sucks over her delicate skin. “You shouldn't skip out on work.”

“Mmm, s'not skipping.”

The vibration of her throat against his lips caused him to grind against her again, hard.

“I'm allowed a short break between shifts,” she finished, gripping a fistful of his hair at the back of his neck.

He pulled back to look at her, attempting some seriousness as he added, “But that's not for another two hours.”

“I'm taking it in advance.” She grinned, knowing his newfound concern for her work ethic was merely his way of seeking affirmation. He did it a lot whether he realized it or not—constantly seeking her touch or some words to assure him that he was actually desirable as a partner, wanted. “Besides,” she pouted, wrapping her legs around his hips, causing him to support her weight where he pressed her against the wall. “You'll be asleep by then.”

He grinned at her words, face lighting up as he teased, “You're welcome to stop by after work, Sakura-chan.”

“You'll still be asleep,” she retorted, grinding against him in slow circles and eliciting a low growl.

“Good point,” he nodded and set about stripping her as quickly as possible.

She didn't bother to tell him that she was planning on stopping by after work anyway.


When Sakura stumbled out of the supply closet fifteen minutes later, straightening her name tag and stethoscope, Tsunade shot her a look but didn't say anything. Sakura was her hardest worker and showed the most promise for becoming the superintendent someday. She had seen worse due to their ninja way of life—people coped in different ways. Rather she'd be sure to throughly lecture Naruto when he finally crept out, grinning like an idiot five minutes later. It was bad enough that he came to pester Sakura every day at work. He didn't need to be dragging her off to molest her during the late night hours as well.

“NARUTO!”

The blonde visibly stiffened, the closet door slamming shut behind him. “Geh!” He backed up against the door, palms splayed against the smooth surface at his sides and glanced quickly to the left as if he might make a run for it. He turned his gaze back to the approaching Hokage, looking more than a little sheepish at being caught. “Ts-Tsunade-baa-chan. . . I can explain!”


It was nearly six in the morning when Sakura finally got off from the hospital. She was exhausted but she didn't want to go home. She needed to unwind—feel safe, and her parents hadn't been able to give her that for years now.

Naruto had taken to leaving his door unlocked for her after she'd refused a spare key. It was a bit silly; she could easily break in but it felt more welcoming this way, so she hadn't complained.

She locked the door behind her and padded down the hall, not bothering with the lights. She stripped completely, happy to be out of her work clothes, before sliding into bed beside him. As usual, he was sprawled out and naked, taking up nearly the entire mattress. She slipped a leg between his and he rolled toward her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he snuggled closer.

“Get up,” she whispered against his ear, nudging his balls with her knee as she nibbled on the edge of his earlobe.

“Gimme five more minutes,” he mumbled, burying his face between her breasts.

“I can always go home,” she sighed, pulling away and he jerked up, grabbing for her wrist.

“I'm awake!” He blinked at her with bleary eyes and smiled. “I knew you couldn't resist me,” he teased, pulling her back to hug her against his chest. “Stay till morning?”

“Idiot. It is morning,” she laughed, but he wouldn't let her pull away.

“I was dreaming about sex and you woke me up. I hope you're prepared to make it up to me.”

She pushed him back against the mattress, forcing him to let go. “Liar. You're not even hard.”

He propped himself up on his elbows with a half grin. “We can fix that.”

She took in the sight of his half-lidded eyes and his disheveled, blond hair and smiled genuinely despite herself. “Okay, fine. What were you dreaming about?”

He thought for a moment before finally answering. “Kage Bunshin no Jutsu.”

Just the thought made Sakura's insides clench. It was a fantasy of his they'd talked about but hadn't yet tried. “Okay,” she breathed, half-excited and half-nervous.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and jerked. When had—? He had gotten much better with his timing in the two years they'd been apart.

“Don't worry, Sakura-chan,” the one from behind reassured her. “It's just me.”

Oh, so he thinks this is funny. She frowned and was gearing up to give him a piece of her mind, when she felt a hand between her legs. There were three of them now and she wasn't exactly sure which one she should be reprimanding.