Iruka Appreciation Week
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After a long day, this is all Iruka needs: his pretty wife propped up and across his lap with a breathtaking smile on her face, a smile that's meant for him alone.
"Look at you," he breathes. One of Iruka's arms winds around your back to rest on your hip while his other hand traces mindless patterns above your knees. Even after years of loving you, he can't help the light pink that tinges his cheeks and the scar that connects them.
Somehow the two of you still blush and pant and cling to each other like teenagers, even though you both brandish matching rings on your fingers.
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- Part 1 of Iruka Appreciation Week
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Iruka needs to overpower you. He needs it more than he needs to breathe. Nothing feels quite right until he's touching you wherever he can, until his mouth is at the shell of your ear and his cock is nestled inside you. There's no greater pleasure than bringing you to this point, than making his wife totally and completely dumb. It feels natural for the two of you: You, spent and used and soaked, and Iruka, making you cum until you physically can't.
Iruka needs to use you, for his sake and yours.
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- Part 2 of Iruka Appreciation Week
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It's not his fault. And it's not yours either -- you have to reassure yourself of the fact every day.
But no matter how many times you calm your breathing and close your eyes, that pang in your heart refuses to fade. You miss Iruka. You sleep next to him every night and yet you've never felt farther from your husband.
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- Part 3 of Iruka Appreciation Week
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Iruka must be confused. You've promised him a dozen times that you're not ignoring him, not closing yourself off. But your actions say the opposite. Wives are supposed to talk to their husbands after all. You're supposed to tell him about how you watched him at the school today, how you kept your eyes on child tugging on his vest as he whined for Iruka-sensei, how you blushed when your husband knelt down and ruffled his student's hair.
It's such a small event, almost completely negligible. Hell, he probably does that every day. So why can't you focus for a goddamn second?
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- Part 4 of Iruka Appreciation Week
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"Gonna knock you up again."
It doesn't matter that you barely fit into any of your clothes. It doesn't matter that you have to sleep on your side. It doesn't matter that Iruka physically can't knock you up right now because you're already swollen with his child.
Iruka couldn't give a damn about reality when he's like this. Logic has no appeal to the most primal parts of his brain and Iruka swears that if he just tries hard enough, he can keep you like this forever.
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- Part 5 of Iruka Appreciation Week
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The same hands that roamed your body in your honeymoon phase, the ones that made you moan and cry and gasp while you tried for a baby, didn’t stop once your family grew to three. If anything, those hands become more insistent, rarely leaving your skin if Iruka could help it.
Now those hands squeeze your hips, a promise to be right back in the middle of the night. They wrap around your waist as you lull your son to sleep. And, at times like this, Iruka’s hands fulfill their well-earned role of touching and teasing until you feel like you just might snap in half.
Iruka doesn’t know how you could see yourself as anything beyond divine. You’re the woman he loves, the mother of his child. You set every single one of his nerves on fire and right now, the threat of complete and total self-immolation is too high. Because while you might be the closest Iruka will ever get to heaven, the gates are locked.
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- Part 6 of Iruka Appreciation Week
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Iruka really shouldn't feel like this.
You're his wife. The mother of his children. His best friend and the love of his life. Iruka shouldn't feel that immature pang of jealousy in the center of his chest. He shouldn't want to grab you by the wrist and tug you into his arms. He shouldn't need to stake his claim in front of his comrades when the ring on your finger and the little boy holding your hand is claim enough.
The sight of Iruka's pretty, perfect wife with his pretty, perfect children is nearly picturesque: a family of three waiting for the fourth. Your son tugs at your skirt while the little girl on your hip clings to your sweater. The scene is idyllic, a breath of fresh air after working all day.
And Kakashi has to ruin it with his mere presence.
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- Part 7 of Iruka Appreciation Week