Chapter 1 - NaruHisaYama

NaruHisaYama~
(Warning, slight, if not intense OOC for Yamato. I apologize.)

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Needless to say, Naruto had never done this before.

He was surprised and bewildered when Hisako, his lifelong best friend, had appeared out of nowhere in the clearing he was training, smiled at him invitingly and led him by the hand to a part of the forest more densely populated with trees.  He caught on quickly, though, when she pushed him up against a tree and began to press hot, demanding kisses to his jaw and neckline.  Grabbing her around the waist and pulling her tight against him, he tilted his head back and hummed in approval as she drew the skin above his collarbone into her mouth and sucked on it forcefully.  Her full lips trailed their way back up to his face and claimed his thin ones in a tempting seductive kiss that had his hardening erection pressing insistently against the orange fabric restraining him.  And when she breathed, “I need you,” into his ear while fumbling at the zipper of his jacket, he was totally and utterly lost.

He had hoped this day would come eventually.  The two had been close friends since childhood, but after Sasuke left and Sakura’s feelings only deepened for the Uchiha, his feelings for the brunette began to slowly deepen into something more.  He had often dreamt of this, often lain awake at night fantasizing about the inevitable day that she came to him, whispering sweet nothings as her hands roved over his tan, flat chest, tracing outlines of where the seal would be, the one his father placed on him to hold the Kyuubi in check.  He had hoped this day would come.  He just hadn’t dare to hope it would come this soon.

Hisako managed to draw a groan from his lips as she whispered brokenly, “I need you now…” She laid down on the grass, pulling him on top of her and knotted her fingers in his soft, golden tresses encouragingly as he kissed and bit at her exposed neck.  The first moan fell from her lips, loud and encouraging, and she called out his name in frustration.

“Naruto]… I need you right now,” she demanded, pressing their bodies together in exasperation.  She felt his hardening response against her thigh, and she knew he needed her just as much.  His hand slipped between them and began undoing the ties of her pants.   Too slowly for her taste.

She knocked his hands aside and in one swift pull, had them fully untied, baring her plain grey underwear to the forest light.  A gasp, followed by a raw needy moan forced its way out her throa as his hand brushed against the core of her, that small bundle of nerves, through the thin fabric of her underwear.  Moisture flooted to the spot, and soon he could feel that moisture through her underwear as he continued stroking her.

“N-Naruto, please,” she gasped in short pants.  “Don’t make me wait any longer.”  He complied readily, tugging her pants off in one rapid troke and removing his own in another.  Soon he had settled in between her legs and the tip of him just grazed her entrance, making them both groan with anticipation.

“You know, I-“

“I’ve never-“

They both started at the same time, but cut off with an embarrassed laugh as the other spoke.  Naruto forged ahead, repeating, “You know, I haven’t done this before.”

“Neither have I,” Hisako admitted readily.  “Now if you don’t take me right now, I’m going to go crazy.  And then I’m going to kick your ass,” she threatened as she rubbed the most sensitive part of her against the most sensitive part of him.

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Yamato stood in an obscured treetop, his ANBU training at discretion coming in quite handy.

He’d never really considered himself as a man with voyeuristic tendineces.  It was a little too ‘Kakashi’-esque for his tastes.  But for some reason, he couldn’t manage to tear himself away from the scene unfolding below him.

Naruto was deflowering Hisako, and it did not seem to be going well for her.

Yamato knew he held a soft spot for the unique kunoichi, but he never really knew if it resided in his heart or in his pants.  All he knew right now, watching this fumbling adolescent display, was that if it had been him down there between the feisty brunette’s legs, he would have had her orgasmic by now.

Honestly, had having the infamous (pervert) Copy Ninja as an instructor teach this boy nothing?  And don’t even bother asking about Jiraiya!  During all that time, he didn’t learn a thing about how to please a woman?

Yamato sighed in mild disgust.  The kid was doing it all wrong.


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Naruto gritted his teeth as he gently pushed inside her, his only hindrance that last scrap of her innocence that eventually gave way under his unrelenting pressure until she encompassed him fully.  She gasped and stiffened, the pain more than she’d expected.  She’d been warned of the pain of the initial ‘first time,’ but nothing could have prepared her for this uncomfortable, hot, stretched sensation she couldn’t escape from.   Her eyes squeezed shut, a few tears leaking out, and her fists suddenly found clumps of grass to claw at as a pained groan forced its way from her throat in what she hoped (for Naruto’s sake) was a sensual way.

“Are you okay?”  Naruto’s tight voice was in her ear, filled with barely contained lust, and concern.  Not trusting herself to not break out into sobs if she opened her mouth, Hisako simply nodded her head and nipped at his ear before bucking her hips against his encouragingly, glad that he couldn’t see the pained expression that claimed her face unforgivingly.

She had been aroused – very much so- but it didn’t seem to help one bit.  All she wanted was to throw him off and be rid of this horrible sensation.  Naruto’s unsure jerky thrusts were doing nothing to help Hisako find the path to the orgasm that was steadily fading from sight.  She just hoped it would be over soon.

As she experimented with a breathy moan here, and a lower, rawer one there, she contented herself with the fact that it was her making Naruto feel good, it was her name he was moaning in her ear.    He grabbed her hip with one hand and squeezed it, propping himself up with the other as he continued thrusting into her, his movements becoming less jagged and more sure with every second.  Their quiet moans echoed into the forest, his of blissful pleasure, hers of bitter pain.

Then suddenly, as she shifted the way her hips rested against his, something changed.  Her eyes flew open in shock, and her lips parted in a surprised “o” as a sliver of pleasure snaked its way up her spine, so faint at fist that she was afraid to trust it.  But as that small wave of pleasure intensified with each thrust, she let out a tangled moan in Naruto’s ear.

But it wasn’t to be.  She could feel his unpracticed rhythm becoming spastic and his breathing becoming jagged on her neck, and Hisako knew he was only seconds away.  Inwardly sighing in frustration, she rose her body up against his as he moaned her name again and again, each louder than the next.  She forced her spine rigid, and squeezed her muscles around him, crying out his name loudly.

He let out a guttural moan and sputtered, “H-Hisako, I-“

“Yes,” was all she replied, wrapping her legs around his hips, preventing him from pulling out.  He couldn’t take any more and he came hard inside her, his rhythm settling out to long, slow thrusts, and Hisako gasped at the warm sensation.

He finally pulled out, collapsing onto the grass beside her.  She lay there for a few moments, letting him rest his hand on her cheek affectionately.  After their heartbeats settled, she sat up, pulling her pants up over her hips and tying the strings with practiced ease.  When she looked down at the blonde boy, her heart skipped a few beats and butterflies stirred in her stomach at the gaze he pierced her with, head propped up on his elbow, those azure orbs filled to the brim with affection.  His lips parted, and she knew what he was going to say before he said it.

“Hisako-chan, I lo-“

Those deep blue eyes filled with shock as Hisako pressed a gentle kiss to his already kiss-bruised lips, cutting off his words.

“You need to get back to your training… Kakashi-senpai’s probably waiting for you.  It’s quite a feat to make that man wait for you,” she teased lightly.

“Shit, I totally forgot!”  Naruto exclaimed, jumping to his feet and hastily stepping into his pants and zipping up his jacket, looking exactly the scatterbrained boy he was.  “I gotta go, I’m sorry, Hisako-chan…”  He helped her to her feet, and planted a gentle, sweet kiss on her lips with an innocence that was at odds with what they just shared.

“Naruto…”  She called out to him as he walked away.  He turned around and looked at her uncertainly.  She gave him a small smile and walked towards him, putting her arms around his neck and leaning up until their noses were touching.  Then he felt something tighten around his head, and she leaned back, poking him in the forehead.  “You almost forgot your headband.”

“Oh,” he said softly.  “Thanks.”

“Go,” she said, giving him a push on the rear towards the clearing that they came from.  He left in an embarrassed silence, and as soon as he was gone, she sank to the ground with a tree at her back and wrapped her arms around her knees.  That was a disaster.  She had pictured her ‘first time’ so many times, and in her mind he had driven her crazy with pleasure, driving her over the edge first and following soon after.  Then they’d cuddle and talk about feelings and fall asleep in each other’s arms.  So, no, this didn’t exactly measure up.  But really, who knew it was going to be that painful?  She was still extremely aroused, her unfulfilled orgasm taunting her derisively.  Not to mention she was so sore.  How was she supposed to walk home this way?

Hisako stood up slowly, resting her forehead against the rough bark.  She let out a small exhale of frustration when she was suddenly whirled around by a large set of hands and pushed against the tree, one of those hands reaching up her shirt to grasp so firmly a thoroughly neglected breast.  She gasped when the other hand dipped below her underwear and stroked her tender, sensitive flesh, and gasped again when she realized who it was that was setting white hot arcs of pleasure through her whole body.

“Y-Yamato-taichou?” She somehow managed to sputter out, utter surprise momentarily overshadowing the hot pleasure he was giving her.

“It sucks, doesn’t it?  When you’re left unfulfilled,” he whispered in her ear.


The only response she could manage was a throaty moan as he continued stroking her relentlessly.  Hisako briefly felt guilty; another man was touching her, bringing her such intense pleasure… just moments after she made love to Naruto.  But as Yamato’s warm fingers rubbed insistently against the core of her, she couldn’t find it in her to be sorry.  She could barely even hold onto reality.

“Boys,” he said roughly between bites on her neck, “have no idea how to do it properly.  It’s all about foreplay.  He has to make you crazy with desire, every touch of his skin on yours bringing you closer to orgasm.”  His hand squeezed her soft flesh under her shirt, and she groaned against his shoulder.

“Yam-Yamato, please,” she choked out, unsure what she was begging for.

“So familiar,” he murmured in a disappointed tone.  He knew he was taking a huge risk, teasing her.  She could kick his ass.  Well, not at the moment.  She was thoroughly distracted.

“Yamato-taichou,” she ground out, unable to stop little mewls of pleasure escaping her throat.  “Please.”

“What?”  His hands stilled, and she let out a protesting moan.  “Stop?  More?”

“I… don’t know.”

“Good enough for me,” he chuckled, letting her tuck her face into his neck and lean against him as he continued rubbing feverishly at that small bundle of nerves, before he slipped one finger inside.  She cried out, arching her back and biting his shoulder.  Yamato slowly thrust that single finger in and out, curving it slightly.  Hisako’s toes curled and she felt herself start sliding down that slippery slope toward orgasm.

“T-taichou!”  She gasped, one fist forming in the fabric of Yamato’s sleeve to steady herself.  The other was gripping the bark of the tree so tightly, her knuckles were white.  He slipped a second finger in, and she cried out again, muffling the sound in his shoulder.  She knew she was close.

“Come,” he growled into her neck, kissing it demandingly.  “Come around my fingers,” he repeated more insistently in the sexiest whisper she’d ever heard in her life, his command followed by an especially hard thrust of those fingers.  It was too much for Hisako.  Her back snapped taut against the tree and she pressed her face into Yamato’s neck as she came with a throaty moan, leaving her panting.

He pulled his hands away from her body and took a step back from her, letting her catch her breath.  Hisako’s hand snapped out and caught Yamato’s wrist, bringing his hand to her face that had just moments ago been beneath her panties.  She locked eyes with him, and slowly closed her mouth over his two still damp fingers.  She saw his pupils dilate slightly, and his expression went slack.   When she ran her tongue around the digits, he drew a shaky breath.  It was an odd taste, Hisako decided about her own flavor.  Surprisingly bland, but a tiny bit sweet, too.  

Once she decided his fingers were sufficiently cleaned, she let them slide from her mouth with a resounding pop, dropping his wrist nonchalantly.  She brushed past him, not looking back at the dazed, slightly shocked expression the man wore.  Hisako continued walking, even as she felt his chakra signature recede into nothing.  She knew, from the moment of her climax, that the man who just ravished her… with only his fingers, was a shadow clone.  She also knew exactly where the original would be.  An almost wicked smile played across her lips.  After all, being the good girl that she was, she had to go say “thank you “ in person.