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Once the immediate concerns were dealt with, Naruto’s next act as the Seventh Hokage was to legalize same-sex marriage.
She won’t deny that she was thinking at least a little of herself when she passed the bill, but it was still mostly a selfless act. The day same-sex marriage became legal in Konaha, Sasuke stayed nowhere to be seen, five months into having fucked off to god-knows-where. That night, Naruto sat with her legs dangling over the railing of the balcony of her apartment, watching the way her village settled into the night.
At the age of twenty-three, she now had enough self-awareness to admit that the soreness in her stomach was attributed to the various queer couples that had run up to her on that day, their hands intertwined and so obviously happy that Naruto had to smile for all of them too. But beneath that sweetness, the undercurrent of hurt now resurfaced as she was left alone. Tipping her head towards the moon, Naruto sighed and she couldn’t help but let herself long for Sasuke.
All that was five years ago. Even though Sasuke still can’t call Konoha her home, she can at least call Naruto hers. Naruto can’t believe how close she was to losing her. Tugging Sasuke’s sleeping figure closer by the waist, she smooths a strand of hair behind her hair, her heart softening impossibly more at how angelic Sasuke looks asleep.
When Sasuke doesn’t rouse, Naruto presses closer, her lips against the corner of Sasuke’s mouth.
“I want to marry you.”
The words slip out before she can think them over and Naruto freezes, half-expecting Sasuke to wake up. But she stays asleep, the darkness of the room making her pale skin seem to glow. Naruto relaxes. Glances at the clock and tucks her head back into Sasuke’s neck, breathing deep to feel Sasuke’s familiar scent course through her veins and settle into her stomach.
The next time Naruto wakes up, the curtains are open and she grumbles immediately at the lack of warmth next to her. She can hear water running in the bathroom. She drags herself out of bed and sits there for a while, fighting away the dregs of sleep.
Sasuke is making breakfast when the question threatens to arise again. Her hair is tucked behind her ears and her hands are working deftly, fluidly over the countertop. Naruto has to physically bite her tongue to keep it down. She walks over to prop her chin on Sasuke’s shoulder and watch her shape rice between her fingers.
“More filling please,” Naruto requests. “Marry me?”
Shit.
“What?”
“What?”
Sasuke turns around, onigiri forgotten, and Naruto backs away in apprehension.
“Um,” Naruto says. “Haha. Marry me?”
Sasuke flicks rice off her fingers and stalks forward.
Nerves making sweat bead along her hairline and her words all coming out in one big jumble, Naruto blurts out, “I mean, we’re practically already married and I don’t plan on ever being with anyone else and I know you don’t either, so uh. Might as well get it over with, you know?” She bumps into the dining table. “Um! If you don’t want to, I totally get it, we can pretend this never happened, but—I’m not sure if you know—I made same-sex marriage legal a couple of years back, so that’s not a problem. In case you were wondering.”
Sasuke lifts an eyebrow. “Are you done?”
Naruto sweats. “Yeah. So like, is that a no? ‘Cause—”
Sasuke presses their torsos together against the table. “Every time I think you can’t get any more stupid, you prove me wrong. Yes, you idiot, I’ll marry you.”
Naruto pulls her down into a kiss, smiling against her mouth. A fresh wave of something breaks in her stomach. It feels much more like butterflies this time.
Naruto drags Sasuke with her to the office. They’re so late from their makeout session that even Shikamaru has already arrived.
Taking one look at them, Shikamaru lets out an exasperated sigh. “What do you two want now?”
“We’re getting married.”
“What?”
“We’re getting married! Shikamaru, quick, get us the papers.”
On their way back home, Sasuke asks, “When do you want the wedding to be?”
Startling a bit, Naruto answers, “I haven’t thought about that yet.”
“You asked me to marry you but you haven’t thought about the wedding?”
“I told you I didn’t mean to propose! I guess… Well, there’s no rush so we can do it whenever. Maybe like… September? I think the weather’s nice then. I don’t know.”
There’s a bit of silence, before Naruto adds, “I know I want a honeymoon though.”
“Isn’t that just when married couples fuck like rabbits? We already do that,” Sasuke deadpans.
Flushing red, Naruto hits her arm. “No! Well yes, but it’s also traveling and spending more time with each other.”
“I also already spend all my time with you,” Sasuke points out.
“I know, but it’s more, like, I don’t know, celebrating the whole thing. I can probably get a month off and we can leave Konoha and tour those quaint little tea shops that you like so much.”
“And fuck like rabbits.”
“Yes babe, and fuck like rabbits.”
Sasuke smiles then, and Naruto is struck suddenly by the realization that this is her wife. Whom she will be spending the rest of her life with. She had always expected to stay by Sasuke’s side, whether romantically or not, but this… bound by the law, it soothes something possessive in her.
Naruto reaches for Sasuke’s hand and pulls her into her side. “I love you,” she tells her, and then, raising slightly on her toes to more easily speak into Sasuke’s ear, she whispers, “I can’t wait to fuck you as my wife later. Consummate our marriage.”
Having grown immune to the indecent talk that Naruto likes to spout in public, Sasuke hardly reacts, only pausing slightly in her breathing that even Naruto barely picks up. Still, her hand tightens around Naruto’s, and she says back, “You’re evil for saying that somewhere I can’t bend you over and fuck.”
Naruto just grins back, knowing full well that riling Sasuke up like this will only serve to make the sex they have later more heated. She sneaks her hand behind the cloak that Sasuke always wears, dips her hand underneath the hem of her shirt and drags her nails up along her skin.
“Patience, babe,” Naruto practically purrs.
Sasuke pinches her wrist. Naruto yelps.
When they finally make it back to their apartment, Sasuke pins her against the door, humming in satisfaction.
“Wait, Sasuke, ah—” Naruto bites her lips as a sound escapes.
“Open the door, Naruto,” Sasuke says, making her way down to the base of her neck. She flattens her tongue against her collarbone and licks all the way back up in one strip, lips coming to a rest next to the shell of her ear. “Hurry,” she whispers, her breath hot against her skin and voice so, so low that Naruto has to bite back a groan, “or I’ll fuck you right here.”
Naruto does groan then, one hand tightening around Sasuke’s waist and the other clumsily grabbing for her keys. God, fuck. She desperately unlocks the door, hands shaking with how Sasuke continues to lick, nibble at her skin, fingers starting to slip under her shirt.
They make it inside eventually, the door slamming carelessly behind them, and Naruto abandons her shirt near the doorway as they stumble to her bedroom, Sasuke pressing her down against the bed. She slides a finger up the strap of her bra, skin cool against the warmth of her back. Naruto shivers, then jolts as Sasuke snaps the elastic against her.
Sasuke smirks down at her. Her mouth is warm against her neck, mouthing at the skin there, her tongue running in broad arcs over the reddening marks that she’s leaving. Naruto sighs.
She licks under the curve of her tits, tracing the shadow it casts. Her hair tickles Naruto’s stomach and she gathers it in one hand, holding it impatiently at the back of her head. Wrapping her arms around Naruto’s waist, she presses kisses into the soft skin of her stomach, smiling at the way the hard muscle twitches under her touch.
“Your tits sit so pretty.” Sasuke cups them between her hands, nails grazing her nipples and looking increasingly pleased as they harden beneath her touch. She licks her way up between them and fastens her mouth over her collarbone, biting down. “So hot.”
“Wait—I want to taste you too. Want to get my mouth on you, Sasuke, let me—” Securing her legs around Sasuke’s waist, she flips them over so that Sasuke’s back is flat against the bed.
Sasuke groans, throwing a hand over her eyes. She’s always been a sucker for Naruto’s blatant shows of strength. Naruto laughs at that, then moves up to close her mouth around Sasuke’s tit. She licks at her nipple, flicking her tongue as it hardens in her mouth. Sasuke hisses and squirms, running her fingers through Naruto’s hair.
There’s a sudden sharp pressure against her skin. Sasuke tugs and Naruto pops off her tit with a wet sound. Sasuke huffs at the bite mark she’s left around the nipple and Naruto grins innocently up at her, then finds another body part to occupy her mouth with.
She mouths her way down the line of her body and over her inner thigh. Licks, and bites down. She looks up with a mouthful of her flesh between her teeth, a little evil glint in her eye, and Sasuke’s hips twitch helplessly in response. Shifting so that one of Sasuke’s legs falls over her shoulder and the other beneath her arm, Naruto smoothes her hand down on Sasuke’s hip before licking a long stripe up over her cotton underwear. Sasuke whines entirely involuntarily and a hand goes down to grip Naruto’s hair.
“Fuck,“ she hisses out. She’s too impatient for this kind of foreplay. “Hurry up, or—”
“You’re soaked. Or what?”
“And who’s fault is that? Or I’ll fuck you first.”
Naruto pushes her underwear aside and slides a finger in, fucking her light enough to just have Sasuke let out a breathless gasp.
“Let me go first, babe. You wanna come on my fingers?”
“Ah—” her hips jump and start grinding down as Naruto sinks a second finger in. “I don’t care,” she says, running her hands down Naruto’s neck, around her shoulders, not getting enough of the feel of her skin. “Just hurry the fuck up.”
Naruto laughs and starts pushing her fingers in to meet Sasuke’s thrusts, stroking her insides. Sasuke’s eyes flutter shut.
“Sasuke.”
Sasuke hisses as Naruto pulls her fingers out.
“Look at me, yeah?”
Heat rushes so alarmingly fast to Sasuke’s cheeks that she lets out a surprised moan. Naruto laughs again, and sticks the two fingers into her mouth, her eyes half-closed as she makes a show of curling her tongue around the skin, leaving them clean of Sasuke’s fluids but shiny with her own saliva.
“You taste so good.”
“You’re shameless.”
Naruto throws her an exaggerated wink. “You love me shameless.”
Instead of bothering to reply, Sasuke lifts her hips and throws her underwear impatiently off the bed onto the floor. They’re too soaked through to be wearable later, anyway. Finally unobstructed by cloth, Naruto sucks a long, slow mark into the indent of her hip and sinks her teeth into the flesh, then traces her tongue into the marks left behind.
Sasuke looks down, and she sees Naruto’s hips rolling down. Jesus Christ. Naruto’s fucking the bed. She’s fucking her cunt against their mattress as she goes down on Sasuke, probably leaving a mess of slick against the fabric. For the fifth time in the past ten minutes, she nearly comes.
Sasuke grips Naruto’s hair and pulls her back, her chest rising and falling too fast.
“What,” Naruto asks, tongue running across her lips, an eyebrow raised. She looks annoyed, but her hips don’t stop rolling down against the bed as she rests her head against Sasuke’s thigh.
“I’m close,” Sasuke forces out, and Naruto rolls her eyes.
“That’s the idea, babe.”
“But, you—” and she’s cut off as Naruto buries her face back down between her legs, mouth on her clit, tongue alternating between circling the flesh and fucking into her cunt.
“You can take care of me later,” she says, lips red and chin slick with fluid.
She’s thrusting in deliberately with three fingers now, deep and fast, and Sasuke’s awareness has tunnel-visioned to only her lower half, watching Naruto’s wet lips close around her clit, the top of her cheeks red like she’s drunk. Her eyes are lidded, and she’s making noises like she’s the one getting fucked, but Sasuke doesn’t complain because it turns her on so much that her cunt aches. She’s sure that her Sharingan is spinning lazily, recording the way Naruto looks fucked stupid.
“You taste so fucking good babe, I can’t ever get enough of you,” Naruto murmurs. “Love your pussy so much, how you feel, how you smell, how you taste. How you fuck me so good.”
The heat is building at the pit of her stomach and her hips are starting to jump at random intervals. Sasuke comes with a low hissed-out curse, and Naruto buries her nose even further into her cunt to lap up the come that leaks out of her, humming happily. When she resurfaces to kiss Sasuke again, she can taste herself against Naruto’s tongue and pulls away in disgust.
“Ugh. Gross.”
“What!” Naruto draws back, eyes wide and offended. “You taste good!”
“I don’t. You’re biased.”
“So what if I’m biased, I want to kiss you!” Naruto pouts and makes kissy faces at her. She makes herself comfortable over Sasuke’s thigh and Sasuke can feel the heat and dampness of her pussy against her skin. She must be horny, but as Naruto makes no move to chase her orgasm, Sasuke leaves her be. For now.
When Sasuke levels an unimpressed stare at her, Naruto huffs and buries her face into her neck, biting down just hard enough to break skin. Sasuke groans and threads her fingers into Naruto’s hair, close to her scalp to tug. Naruto resists, and only lets out a muffled sound at the sweet pressure, licking up the blood seeping from the wound. She latches her lips to the skin next to the indent and sucks hard, enough that Sasuke expects the resulting mark to last days.
Naruto pulls back to rest her cheek against Sasuke’s collarbone, looking fucked out and satiated even though Sasuke has yet to take care of her. “I love the way all of you tastes,” she mumbles against her skin. “I love you, Sasuke. So much.”
Soft from her orgasm, Sasuke rests her fingertips against the back of her head, gaze warm. “I know. Your turn,” she says. “How do you want it?”
“Just sit here and look pretty,” Naruto orders, and grinds down unhurriedly on Sasuke’s thigh. There’s a dark patch on her pale orange underwear and despite the hideous color, Sasuke’s arousal spikes again, just like that.
She traces a finger down over Naruto's chest, watching her nipple pebble and harden under her nail, and presses her palm against her stomach. Her stomach is hard below the soft skin, defined, and twitches underneath Sasuke’s wandering hand. The elastic of her underwear sits low on her hips, below the dip of her hips, so Sasuke digs her thumbs in them, sliding the rest of her fingers under the waistband around her ass, gripping the generous flesh.
Naruto’s tits, too, are well bigger than Sasuke’s. Sasuke grabs her right one in her hand, fingers spread, the nipple between the arc of her thumb to forefingers and squeezes. The flesh bulges obscenely and her nails leave marks in a wide sweep over her skin.
Sasuke pulls her in by the waist and presses their chests together, and catches how Naruto glances down, cheeks reddening. Their nipples slide against each other and Naruto makes a sound that is too close to a whimper.
“You like that?” Sasuke’s hand slides up her skin to rest between her shoulder blades. “You like seeing your fat tits against mine?”
Naruto flushes and Sasuke loves the way that even years into their relationship, a couple of words from Sasuke can still get her so worked up.
She buries her head into Naruto’s neck. Her familiar scent mixed with the smell of sex is addicting, almost dizzying. She moves her hand down to rub at Naruto’s clit. Naruto lets out an aborted groan and turns to bite Sasuke’s throat, muffling her noises into her skin.
“Mark me,” Naruto says against her skin. She shifts so that Sasuke’s thigh falls more securely between her own, and she rolls her hips down hard experimentally. She grinds down, eyes falling closed, head thrown back, and it exposes all of her tan neck for Sasuke to latch onto.
“God, fuck,” she pants as Sasuke sucks hard just under her jaw, kissing then licking, her tongue greedily sliding across the smooth expanse of her skin. Her hand supports the base of Naruto’s neck as she leans forward, leaving a trail of marks and wet kisses down between her tits. “Fuck, you’re so good, so… good.”
Her hips start moving against Sasuke’s thigh with more urgency, chasing her orgasm. Sasuke’s free hand comes down to wrap around Naruto’s hip, guiding her thrusts against her thigh.
“You’re so fucking hot, baby, I love it when you mark me as yours,” Naruto babbles, and Sasuke’s pretty sure she’s just running her mouth mindlessly now, lost in her own pleasure. “I can’t believe you’re my wife. I was already so close from eating you out, fuck, I love your thighs, your tits, your taste.”
Her hips stutter and she comes, hissing out Sasuke's name. The warmth against Sasuke’s leg grows and Sasuke strokes her back through her orgasm, peppering kisses to the marks she’s left along her neck. She waits until Naruto’s breathing slows and she relaxes, boneless into Sasuke’s hold.
“You’re so gorgeous,” Sasuke says quietly. “Can I keep going?” She looks down at Naruto and, still fighting through the haze of her orgasm, Naruto nods. “You can get another one out for me, I know you can.”
The wet patch on her underwear has spread so much it would be embarrassing if Naruto weren’t used to Sasuke getting her this wet. In her hurry, Naruto’s underwear nearly rips under Sasuke’s hands. Abandoning the piece of fabric, Sasuke slips two fingers in immediately, and at the wetness she feels, pushes in a third. The stretch melts pain into pleasure and Naruto lets out a low, helpless moan.
“Look at you, you’re so loose for me. So wet.”
Mind splintering under the purposeful strokes of Sasuke’s fingers, Naruto mumbles, “For you. Anything for you.”
“All for me. My wife.”
With her legs still spread over Sasuke’s thigh, Naruto lifts herself up onto her knees, bracing a hand on Sasuke’s shoulder to fuck herself down on Sasuke’s fingers. She whines almost pathetically as she rides Sasuke’s hand, chasing her own pleasure, desperation making moans fall unrestrained from her lips.
When her legs start to tremble, Sasuke removes her fingers, and before Naruto can whine at the emptiness, grabs her by the waist, flips her onto her back and settles between her thighs.
Her hand returns and picks up speed, then she bends down to fit her mouth over Naruto’s pelvic bone, sucking hard at her clit. Keeping an eye on Naruto’s face, and a tongue on her clit, she fits in her pinky, going breathless at the feel of the stretch of Naruto’s slick cunt over her fingers.
“Harder babe, please—” Sasuke goes harder, the wet sounds of Naruto’s pussy filling the room. She fans out her fingers and Naruto lets out a whimper as her pinky catches against her rim. “I can take it. Ah—I’m close, fuck—”
Her eyes roll to the back of her head as Sasuke strokes deliberately at that spot inside her and she comes with Sasuke’s name spilling off her lips, back arching clean off the bed. Naruto’s hips shake, her hole clenching tight around Sasuke’s fingers, moans falling from her lips uncontrollably. Clear liquid spurts out from her cunt as Sasuke fucks her through it, biting along the junction of hip to thigh. Naruto gives a startled cry, pushing back even more desperately against Sasuke’s fingers.
“Fuck, it’s always so hot when you do that,” Sasuke groans, licking up the fluid wetting her thighs, her own cunt clenching around nothing in response. Naruto moans brokenly, hips twitching weakly.
“Good?” Sasuke asks, as if she hadn’t just finger-fucked her so good Naruto thinks she’d achieved enlightenment. She gently removes her fingers and soothes her with a kiss as Naruto squirms away from oversensitivity.
Naruto blinks at her and tries to regain a sense of reality. Her head is spinning and she still feels breathless, and too, too warm. The inner muscles of her thighs are still twitching, heat pooling in her stomach.
“I love you.”
Sasuke lies down next to Naruto and cradles her face in her hand. Naruto smiles at her, lazily threading her fingers close to Sasuke’s scalp and petting her hair.
“You said that already, babe,” Sasuke says. “Many times.”
“I know. I just like saying it. I love you,” Naruto tells her. “Are you shy?”
Sasuke wordlessly raises an eyebrow at her and Naruto laughs, “You’re so cute.”
Naruto’s eyes are glittering and her hair is messy from all of Sasuke’s tugging, and Sasuke wonders how she manages to defy all common sense and fall deeper for her every time. An Uchiha’s love, she supposes. She pulls Naruto in for another slow, familiar kiss, wishing that Naruto could feel how her love feels like it could split Earth in half.
“I love you too,” Sasuke says quietly. Naruto smiles up at her, and Sasuke knows that she knows.
In the shower, Naruto presses Sasuke against the shower war and nudges her legs apart, hikes her thigh over Sasuke’s so that her cunt is over Sasuke’s wet hip and Sasuke is settled over hers. It’s neither the most convenient nor comfortable, but Naruto still pushes up, desperately rubbing herself against Sasuke.
Sasuke hisses at the oversensitivity and rests her hands on Naruto’s hips, but does nothing to stop her movement. “You’re insatiable.”
Redness high on her cheeks and already starting to pant at the messy slide of her clit against Sasuke’s skin, Naruto lets out a strangled laugh that comes out more like a moan. “Sue me. I have a hot wife.”
“This position isn’t great, babe,” Sasuke says breathlessly.
“I just want to feel you. Judge me later, get me off first.”
Sasuke’s hands come around to grip her by the ass, lifting her clean off the ground to press their swollen clits together in a small, tight grinding motion.
“Fuck,” Naruto groans. “Fuck,” she repeats and grabs Sasuke by the neck to fuck her tongue into her warm, pliant mouth.
Sasuke gasps into her mouth, the rotations of her hips becoming more urgent. The slide is well lubricated by both the slickness of their previous releases and the one they’re hurtling towards. It doesn’t take much more for either of them to come with their bodies pressed close to each other, breathing hard into each other’s skin.
Once they recover, they bathe each other leisurely, savoring the feeling of skin against skin. Remembering the way she had made a mess of their bed, Naruto forms a clone and sends it off to change their bedsheets. It takes a while before they move back towards their bedroom, time spent showering interrupted by slow, wet kissing.
Eventually, Naruto throws herself over their now clean and dry bed. “Married sex is the best.”
She turns over and cages Sasuke between her legs. “I can’t believe I’m married,” she says dreamily. “I have a wife. I’m a wife. I never thought I would be able to have this.”
Something in Sasuke twinges and she wraps her arms around Naruto’s waist, one hand cupping her head. “I love you,” she says seriously.
Naruto presses her thumb into the bruising marks she’s left along Sasuke’s skin. “I know, babe.”
Sasuke removes Naruto’s hand from her neck and presses it over her heart. “You’re my wife. I’m going to follow you until we die in each other’s arms. I would go insane if anything were to happen to you. I would kill myself if you died without me. I would so easily kill for you, and I… I promise I’m never going to leave you again. It would kill me this time.”
Naruto’s heart stutters. Carefully, like she’s touching something precious, Naruto kisses her cheek. “Good,” she says breathlessly. “Because if you do, I would have to kill you and then myself.”
Sasuke breathes out, body relaxing at Naruto’s words. “And I would let you.”
Apparently deciding that she had enough of that, Naruto pinches her waist. “‘Let me?’ Just because I technically have an office job and you’re always off frolicking in the woods or something doesn’t mean you have to ‘let me’.”
“Trust me,” Sasuke says, hands slipping beneath Naruto’s shirt and running appreciatively up the hard plane of her stomach, “I know.”
Naruto props herself up on her elbows, an evil smile spreading across her lips. “Who’s the insatiable one now?”
Sasuke grips Naruto’s wrist, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. Somehow, without Sasuke noticing, she had managed to sneak her hands under the waistband of her pants and was rubbing her hip innocently. “Still you.”
Looking completely unashamed, Naruto’s hand ventures further, eyes practically sparkling. She nudges Sasuke’s legs open casually and looks up at her through her lashes.
“Round three?”