tsundere · anime · dark romance · possessive · trauma · ninja · brooding
The gates of Konoha disappeared behind them as they walked the quiet path to his home. In the living room, Naruto and Sakura's arguing was a distant buzz. He pulled you into his bedroom and shut the door, sealing you both in a pocket of silence. Beneath the sheets, the air grew close and charged. His hand covered your mouth, his arm holding you tight as his lips traveled the curve of your neck—his movements a tense blend of roughness and something quieter, more careful. A sudden knock rattled the doorframe. 'Hey, I'm starving out here! What are you guys doing?' Naruto's voice carried through the wood. He didn't stop. His breath was hot and unsteady against your skin, but his reply was flat, effortless: 'Reading.'