the colours of lust.
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Uzumaki Naruto & Haruno Sakura
Prompt: un-themed 6, 001. taboo & 143. corrupted intrigue
Word Count: 1148
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Notes: Written for mission insane & 500 themes. Prompt tables are here & here.
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The already hardened knots tightened further in his stomach when her flowing cerise locks floated into view.
It was like viewing a sweet nightmare, and he had no more restraint in him to avert his hungry cerulean orbs, darkened to the murky blues of a decaying winter blossom. She was gliding towards them, gliding - her steps, carefully measured and each smoother than the last, brought her centimetres closer with every agonizing second. The expression she wore suited her face well, her features blending perfectly into the well-used look of innocence and gentleness. The most striking feature of this was without question the brilliance of her smile. He could not understand why, for it was understated and no more than a soft tilt upwards at both corners of her mouth. But moulded into her face, she was more beautiful than any gem in the sky or on earth.
Including the woman currently latched tightly onto his left bicep, the little redundant voice snickered in his mind. His wife. Ten seconds that had stretched into ten days in the confines of his mind passed, and the gliding came to a slow stop before them, her face arranged into such a shape that you had to wonder at what the joke was. Involuntarily, he noticed that the black satin of her dress clung to her every contour perfectly, meshing with her flesh seamlessly.
Like a light shining down, her delicate features brightened even more, the emeralds in her eyes shining brighter than the new morning grass. “Naruto! Hinata!” she beamed, and immediately, the blur of light-headedness hit him, almost knocking him down. “Grocery shopping today?”
“Sakura-chan!” his wife mirrored the alluring woman’s smile. Naruto couldn’t help but notice that standing next to Sakura, Hinata’s smile paled so fully in comparison, her brilliant smile was but a distant memory in his mind. “Yes, we ran out of ramen!”
At this, the still smiling woman let out a small laugh, its sound like a magical bell trilling through the air. They all knew there was nothing in Hinata’s dull comment that warranted such a beautiful laugh, but such was the way Sakura’s infallible charms worked. “Oh, I mustn’t keep you then,” she continued. The soft tone of her soprano drifted into his mind, and for a moment, the only thing Naruto saw was the red of lust she had so intricately planted there. “I should be heading down to Shuji’s party anyways. I’ve already kept him waiting long enough. But I guess I’ll only stay for an hour or two, these things are such a bore.”
Hinata’s head bobbed upwards, oblivious to the underlying meaning of all her words. Through the past year, Naruto had become accustomed to picking out her little hints, and like a lost puppy, he was powerless, and so he followed. He had no doubt that in an hour or two, he’d be waiting in the shadows of Sakura’s boyfriend - Shuji’s apartment for her departure. It went unnoticed by his wife that since the arrival of his heart’s sister, Naruto had turned into the stiffest of planks, his lips pinched shut.
It had become a helpless cycle for him. A cycle where he had not even the tiniest sliver of chance to break free. She was a nymph of the most practiced sorts; she had played on his one weakness. That first time...there was no excuse, no justifiable reason for him to indulge in such a taboo. But it had been addictive, watching plump lips sip her drink out of a cream flavoured straw (-a Sex on the Beach, he remembered), and when she had turned to him with those words, the most he could do was numbly comply.
Seven months had already passed since that date. Long before this seventh marker however, he had lost count of the many nights he had spent with her, worshipping her battle-toned body. The lust that she planted within him simply couldn’t be satisfied by Hinata’s gentle caresses and delicate moans. It needed something else entirely. It was a primal sort of need that Sakura had planted there, and one that only she could satiate.
And Sakura knew that. However much Naruto wanted to loathe the coral haired nymph, he was unable to, and she knew that as well. Hinata was the person he cherished above all else - the sweet Hyuuga heiress that had given it all to be with him. He wanted to hate Sakura for making him break that bridge of faith with Hinata, wanted so desperately to hate her for making him hurt Hinata, but he couldn’t. It was on an different level entirely, but on some level or another, the love he felt for Sakura would always overshadow all else.
It was a scary blend of something platonic, lingering traces of infatuation, and the newly added level of primal lust. It was something he would never be able to shake from his person. Unconsciously, his fingers curled into a tight fist. He wanted to stop hurting Hinata - even if she didn’t know right now, it was only a matter of time before she stumbled upon some evidence of his infidelity.
But he couldn’t, powerless as he was within Sakura’s grip.
With a tight smile aimed at his smiling wife, he paid for the groceries they had come for. “Say, Hinata-chan,” he started, letting the false cheerfulness soak his words. “Do you mind if you go ahead without me? I need to go to Kakashi-sensei and Sai...something about our next mission.”
“Oh, of course!” she beamed up at him, and the tendrils of guilt that had been dormant only a second before unleashed themselves full force, wrapping him tightly. “I’ll be waiting for you at home then. I love you.” The last words she uttered were barely above a whisper, with a tentative smile on her lips. She reached up, balancing on the tips of her toes and planted a chaste kiss on her husband’s lips.
Not trusting his voice, he kissed her forehead and bid her goodbye with a small wave. It wasn’t until she was completely out of his line of vision did he move, but in the opposite direction of either Sai or Kakashi.
There was still a good half an hour before the time Sakura had said she would be available to him, but like a little puppy, he sat in the shadows of Shuji’s building, waiting for the first flutters of cerise. He was wrapped firmly around her little finger, and he knew that as well.
Azure eyes fluttered shut, and Naruto let the feelings of guilt engulf him completely.
It was wrong, so so wrong, but he was powerless against the needs that she had pulled from within him. Needs that only she could satisfy.
So like a puppet and its master, whenever she offered an invitation, Naruto knew he would always comply.
Characters: Uzumaki Naruto & Haruno Sakura
Prompt: un-themed 6, 001. taboo & 143. corrupted intrigue
Word Count: 1148
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Notes: Written for mission insane & 500 themes. Prompt tables are here & here.
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The already hardened knots tightened further in his stomach when her flowing cerise locks floated into view.
It was like viewing a sweet nightmare, and he had no more restraint in him to avert his hungry cerulean orbs, darkened to the murky blues of a decaying winter blossom. She was gliding towards them, gliding - her steps, carefully measured and each smoother than the last, brought her centimetres closer with every agonizing second. The expression she wore suited her face well, her features blending perfectly into the well-used look of innocence and gentleness. The most striking feature of this was without question the brilliance of her smile. He could not understand why, for it was understated and no more than a soft tilt upwards at both corners of her mouth. But moulded into her face, she was more beautiful than any gem in the sky or on earth.
Including the woman currently latched tightly onto his left bicep, the little redundant voice snickered in his mind. His wife. Ten seconds that had stretched into ten days in the confines of his mind passed, and the gliding came to a slow stop before them, her face arranged into such a shape that you had to wonder at what the joke was. Involuntarily, he noticed that the black satin of her dress clung to her every contour perfectly, meshing with her flesh seamlessly.
Like a light shining down, her delicate features brightened even more, the emeralds in her eyes shining brighter than the new morning grass. “Naruto! Hinata!” she beamed, and immediately, the blur of light-headedness hit him, almost knocking him down. “Grocery shopping today?”
“Sakura-chan!” his wife mirrored the alluring woman’s smile. Naruto couldn’t help but notice that standing next to Sakura, Hinata’s smile paled so fully in comparison, her brilliant smile was but a distant memory in his mind. “Yes, we ran out of ramen!”
At this, the still smiling woman let out a small laugh, its sound like a magical bell trilling through the air. They all knew there was nothing in Hinata’s dull comment that warranted such a beautiful laugh, but such was the way Sakura’s infallible charms worked. “Oh, I mustn’t keep you then,” she continued. The soft tone of her soprano drifted into his mind, and for a moment, the only thing Naruto saw was the red of lust she had so intricately planted there. “I should be heading down to Shuji’s party anyways. I’ve already kept him waiting long enough. But I guess I’ll only stay for an hour or two, these things are such a bore.”
Hinata’s head bobbed upwards, oblivious to the underlying meaning of all her words. Through the past year, Naruto had become accustomed to picking out her little hints, and like a lost puppy, he was powerless, and so he followed. He had no doubt that in an hour or two, he’d be waiting in the shadows of Sakura’s boyfriend - Shuji’s apartment for her departure. It went unnoticed by his wife that since the arrival of his heart’s sister, Naruto had turned into the stiffest of planks, his lips pinched shut.
It had become a helpless cycle for him. A cycle where he had not even the tiniest sliver of chance to break free. She was a nymph of the most practiced sorts; she had played on his one weakness. That first time...there was no excuse, no justifiable reason for him to indulge in such a taboo. But it had been addictive, watching plump lips sip her drink out of a cream flavoured straw (-a Sex on the Beach, he remembered), and when she had turned to him with those words, the most he could do was numbly comply.
Seven months had already passed since that date. Long before this seventh marker however, he had lost count of the many nights he had spent with her, worshipping her battle-toned body. The lust that she planted within him simply couldn’t be satisfied by Hinata’s gentle caresses and delicate moans. It needed something else entirely. It was a primal sort of need that Sakura had planted there, and one that only she could satiate.
And Sakura knew that. However much Naruto wanted to loathe the coral haired nymph, he was unable to, and she knew that as well. Hinata was the person he cherished above all else - the sweet Hyuuga heiress that had given it all to be with him. He wanted to hate Sakura for making him break that bridge of faith with Hinata, wanted so desperately to hate her for making him hurt Hinata, but he couldn’t. It was on an different level entirely, but on some level or another, the love he felt for Sakura would always overshadow all else.
It was a scary blend of something platonic, lingering traces of infatuation, and the newly added level of primal lust. It was something he would never be able to shake from his person. Unconsciously, his fingers curled into a tight fist. He wanted to stop hurting Hinata - even if she didn’t know right now, it was only a matter of time before she stumbled upon some evidence of his infidelity.
But he couldn’t, powerless as he was within Sakura’s grip.
With a tight smile aimed at his smiling wife, he paid for the groceries they had come for. “Say, Hinata-chan,” he started, letting the false cheerfulness soak his words. “Do you mind if you go ahead without me? I need to go to Kakashi-sensei and Sai...something about our next mission.”
“Oh, of course!” she beamed up at him, and the tendrils of guilt that had been dormant only a second before unleashed themselves full force, wrapping him tightly. “I’ll be waiting for you at home then. I love you.” The last words she uttered were barely above a whisper, with a tentative smile on her lips. She reached up, balancing on the tips of her toes and planted a chaste kiss on her husband’s lips.
Not trusting his voice, he kissed her forehead and bid her goodbye with a small wave. It wasn’t until she was completely out of his line of vision did he move, but in the opposite direction of either Sai or Kakashi.
There was still a good half an hour before the time Sakura had said she would be available to him, but like a little puppy, he sat in the shadows of Shuji’s building, waiting for the first flutters of cerise. He was wrapped firmly around her little finger, and he knew that as well.
Azure eyes fluttered shut, and Naruto let the feelings of guilt engulf him completely.
It was wrong, so so wrong, but he was powerless against the needs that she had pulled from within him. Needs that only she could satisfy.
So like a puppet and its master, whenever she offered an invitation, Naruto knew he would always comply.