It's Wrong

This is my first fan fiction. I normally write original fiction, but I was having writer’s block and thought I would give this a try. Let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: Naruto and all of it’s characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto and I am making no money off of this story.


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“It’s wrong.”

Sakura’s voice seems to echo through my head in time to your strikes. I know she thinks that what we have is unhealthy, disgusting and just plain fucked up. She makes sure to tell me often enough. I hate her for that sometimes. I know it’s just because she’s jealous. I, the fool, have you, the idol, and she doesn’t.


Or at least that’s what I tell myself as I lay before you. Broken, bleeding, and vulnerable. Just the way you want me. The way you need me. I considered resisting at first, but I learned the truth rather quickly. You can only love me when I have no self-respect. You need me begging, humiliated, and completely submissive.

So I am.

I feel the splinters of the bamboo mat pushing into my knees as you force me down roughly. You enter me without any preparation at all and I let out a pained gasp. I could have held it in, but neither of us wants that.

You need to know how much pain you cause me.

I need to hear your breath quicken from that knowledge.

You use my hair to jerk me into place. The sharp pain brings tears to my eyes and I know you love it. I can almost hear the smirk forming on your face.

The truth is I’m grinning too.

Sure I’m the one being slammed into your hard floors, but you need this more than I do. You need to know that you can still dominate me in something, because outside of the bedroom I have surpassed you in almost every way.

You think it shows that you are stronger as long as I’m writhing beneath you, but I know the truth. This frantic grasp for control is nothing but a farce. I could break out of your flimsy handcuffs at any moment and reverse the situation. And I will someday. Just because I love to hurt you as much as you enjoy hurting me. I put up with this charade only because it will make the end so much sweeter.

You yank my arms up above my head violently and one of my shoulders pops out of joint. The pain is annoying, but it also satisfies me. I’ve sensed a desperation in your anger lately and I wonder if it’s because you realize that the end is near. Your brother was right. You really are weak. Even in your cruelty you are pathetic. Each time you wrap your hands around my neck and choke me as you cum I wonder if you even know who or what you want. Are you fucking me or your brother? Are you imagining the life leaving my body or his?

And even as your fingers leave deep purple bruises on my neck and my lungs burn for air I cum. Because I have a secret. I wonder what you would say if you found out I’m sleeping with him. That I’ve had him under me, screaming and calling out my name. That the scars on my back are not from some fight, but are actually from his deliciously long nails tearing my skin. He’s a much better fuck than you’ll ever be. That’s one thing you were right about. He really does exceed you in every aspect.

Your hands leave my neck and I gasp for air. My windpipe feels raw and bruised, but both the pain and the bruises will fade within minutes.

You scramble off of me and unlock my handcuffs as soon as your tremors subside. You can never truly enjoy sex because the moment it is over you are trying to forget it happened. I walk over to my clothing and shake the non-existent wrinkles out of my hokage’s robes just to see you wince. It used to turn you on. You’d tell me to keep the hat on and I imagine that it thrilled you to know that you had the Rokudaime beneath you. Now it’s just another reminder of my strength and your weakness. That’s why I make sure to wear them every time now.

I love to see the pain in your eyes.

You are always beautiful, but it’s when you are shattered and miserable that I love you most. I guess that’s something we have in common. But the difference is that my brokenhearted submission is feigned. Yours is oh so real and very apparent. You finish dressing and shut the door to your bedroom without a word. I am always expected to leave immediately after sex. So I play along and leave with a dejected look on my face. But I never go far. I sit on your roof in the moonlight and I cum again as I listen to your cries of anguish. They never last nearly as long as I’d like.


“It’s wrong.”

Sakura’s voice seems to echo through my head in time to my strokes. What we have is unhealthy, disgusting and just plain fucked up. She’s right. And that’s why I enjoy it so damn much.