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The Senju, along with a few invited Uzumaki clansmen, clapped as the bride and groom made their way to the shrine. The bride's cheeks were flushed beneath the hood, her hand firmly gripping the groom's as they ascended the steps toward the priest.

This is completely ridiculous. Embarrassing. How did I end up in this mess? Just thinking about the way I got here, how I appeared in the Naruto world, makes me cringe so hard.

It was supposed to be a fun three-day event. My weekend at the anime convention started off great. I took tons of photos of cosplayers and posed for people snapping pictures of me.

But then, on the way home with my friends, everything spiraled. There was shouting, threats, and before I knew it. I got hurt—while dressed in my Naruto costume—and died. 

Now, I've been isekai'd into the Naruto world... and I'm about to marry Tobirama Senju.

Just thinking about that encounter makes me want to crawl into a hole and die—again.

Splash

"Shit! Coldcoldcoldcold—so cold!"

I scrambled out of the freezing water, panting as I looked around, to figure out where the hell I am. Is this a forest? Or am I in someone's backyard? I pushed my bangs aside to get a clearer view—

Wait.

I'm still dress in my Naruto's Sexy Jutsu form. I got stabbed while wearing my Naruto's Sexy Jutsu form. But I don't feel any pain, and there's no wound either.

But what's really throwing me off right now is—I can't take off the wig. And the clouds of smoke around me? They're real. Oh god. Don't tell me.

I glanced down at the water and saw my reflection—the Sexy Jutsu version of Naruto's body and face are staring back at me, surrounded by smoke. 

Fucking Damn it.

I really did die and get Isekai'd.

And I'm naked. I'm actually naked. How long will the smoke last before it clears, and I'm left standing here exposed?

I really don't want to know.

"You don't want to know what?"

Something cold pressed against my neck. I turned my head slowly, and there stood Tobirama Senju, half-covered, water dripping down his skin, with a sword held firmly against my throat.

My eyes widened. "Oh Kami, I'm dead."

His frown deepened. "How did you manage to get in here?"

The blade pressed harder. "Answer me."

"Wait, wait, wait! Look, this is a misunderstanding! I-I don't know how I got here. Can you... please, like..." she pushed lightly against the blade. "Put that down and we can talk this over. Please."

His stance barely loosen by a milliliter, though I could have sworn I saw a tiny twitch in his eyebrow.

"Listen, I have no idea how I ended up here. I was at a convention, meeting famous artists and authors to get their autographs. On my way out, a fight broke out, and some innocent bystanders, including me, got caught up in it. That's the last thing I remember before ending up here." She explained in one breath. 

Tobirama narrowed his eyes at her. Please believe me the smoke is starting to clear up. 

She missed the barely noticeable blush on his cheek. He kept his gaze firmly on her face. The smoke was starting to become transparent. 

"State your name" he demanded

"It's uh Naruto... Uzumaki," she hesitated over the last name, considering that or Namikaze instead. But it didn't seem to matter now. She might still end up dying in this mortifying situation.

What would someone with actual thinking credibility would have done in her place? 

Suddenly a loud gasp was heard followed by "Tobirama!" was shouted. 

There stood no other than Hashirama Senju, also half-clothed. What the hell. Are there more people bathing here? 

"What is going on here" Hashirama looked up suddenly "How scandalous. This is entirely improper."

She looked down as the last of the smoke cleared, leaving her standing there bare.

"Oh My God?!" She shouted in horror and jump in the water, covering her chest.

Tobirama finally put away his weapon and turned to give his attention to his brother. 

She glance to the side to see if there's a way she can sneak out of here but who is she kidding. I won't be able to step even a single foot out of the water without them noticing. 

"She claims she doesn't remember how she came to be here but said she's from the Uzumaki clan. Her chakra indicates she's being honest, and her reserves are four times what's normal."

Hashirama frowned "What will the clan say, the Uzumaki's will be highly offended and will think you're dishonorable, a scoundrel. Her reputation will be ruined, it will bring shame upon us. You'll need to marry her as soon as possible."

Tobirama didn't seem to disagree.

Without thinking, she stood "What? There's no need for me to get married, you didn't see anything, right, Tobirama?"

Hashirama covered his eyes with his hands while Tobirama turned his back fully to her.

"The water is not deep enough," Tobirama reminded her. 

She- well her name is now Naruto- squeaked and ducked back under the water. Tobirama grabbed his clothes and threw them at her. "Here, cover yourself."

His clothes landed within arms reach. She scrambled to grab them, her face is burning with embarrassment. Quickly pulling the fabric over herself, she cursed under her breath. Of all the ways to die and be reborn... She felt the heavy cloth clinging to her wet skin, making it even more awkward.

Tobirama's back was still turned to her, but she could tell he was listening to every movement she made. Hashirama, on the other hand, kept his eyes covered, his face scrunched up in exaggerated discomfort, but there was a glint of amusement in his tone when he said, "At least she's covered now. This is progress."

"Hardly," Tobirama muttered, his voice tight. He still hadn't moved an inch, his stance rigid. "This situation is far from resolved."

Naruto felt a mix of awkward and self-consciousness bubbling up inside her. "Okay, seriously—there's no reason for us to get married. It was an accident, and nobody has to know! We can just pretend this never happened!" She took a shaky step forward, clutching the clothing to her body.

Hashirama let out a hearty laugh, much to her horror. "Oh, Tobirama, I think she's funny. You've got a lively one here!"

Or not.

Hashirama's laughter echoed around them. Lively? She was stuck in such a bizarre situation, and this guy found it amusing? Her cheeks flushed even more, and she tightened her grip on the oversized clothes, feeling the damp fabric cling uncomfortably to her body.

Tobirama remained silent, but his tension was palpable. His shoulders were set in that too-stiff way. 

She open her mouth to speak when he look back at her knowing she was going to protest again "I'll just keep my mouth shut"  

Oh great, he's probably ready to kill me now, she thought, shifting nervously in place. 

Hashirama, however, seemed completely at ease, still chuckling softly as if this was some grand joke. He move his head slightly, peeking through his fingers like a child trying to avoid getting caught doing something mischievous. "Well, Tobirama, you know the-" 

I tune them out, what can I say to convince them without getting executed. I did try again by saying that I'm part Namikaze but Hashirama cheerfully replied that I will finally be able to meet my Uzumaki clansmen and relatives. 

He's starting to annoy her. 

They escorted her to the main house and gave her a room where she will spend most of her time in until a week or a month maybe-which gave her plenty of time for her to come in term of her reality-before the wedding date is due. 

Even now, she couldn't help but cringe thinking about how things turned out. But it could have been so much worse—like ending up where the daimyo lives, the Hyuga, or the Uchiha. 

Yeah, she'd likely be tortured while they interrogated her.

So, she wasn't exactly complaining about marrying Tobirama. She'd always had a crush on him, but given their first meeting, he probably thought she was a pervert. (Well, she kind of is, but he didn't know that.)

As the ceremony proceeded, the priest performed the purification rites and offered prayers to the gods. The bride and groom exchanged offerings, and then they took turns sipping sake from three cups.

Tobirama sealed the promise with a kiss, but it was more of a brief peck than an actual kiss. Perhaps he was shy since there's an entire audience watching them so intently.

With the ceremony over, the party began. They were seated at the center of the gathering, positioned between the two main families. The atmosphere was buzzing with excitement. The food and drinks were already served, and the guests approached them to offer their congratulations.

This was going to get exhausting really quick. 

Tobirama silently judged his brother, who is already drunk and engrossed in a game of cards and gambling. Everyone else was either mingling or drunkenly dancing, leaving him and his new wife to watch people make a fool of themselves. The sun had long set, and she has been quiet throughout the evening.

She only spoke when guests came to greet them, demonstrating a remarkably strong tolerance for alcohol. Each time someone approach them, Naruto took sip after sip of wine, seemingly unfazed by the mounting revelry around them.

As the night wore on,Tobirama decided it was time to end the night. Turning to her, Tobirama cleared his throat, his voice low and measured. "Naruto, would you like to make our way to rest? The festivities show no signs of slowing down, and it might be best if we take our leave."

Naruto looked up at him. She nodded slowly, her tired eyes meeting his. "That sounds like a good idea. I'm definitely ready for some quiet."

Her husband held out his arm for her to take, and Tobirama guided them through the crowd. She felt relaxed, a gentle buzz settling inside her from the alcohol.

Tobirama slid the door open, letting her enter first before quietly shutting it behind them. The candles were already lit—hmm, when did he do that without her noticing?

She started to discard her robes without care on the floor until she was comfortably in her inner robes. And as well set aside her hair accessory. 

Yeah, she's definitely buzzed. She must have had one too many, since her alcohol tolerance was stronger than it usually is.

She sat across from him. Her husband knelt elegantly, watching her as she took in the room. Everything about him looks effortless, so elegant and graceful. 

"You don't have to feel the need for us to be intimate tonight," his deep voice rumbled, snapping her out of her horny brain. But Kami, his voice was so hot.

Everything about him is so attractive, and they were about to consummate their marriage. The thought of seeing and touching his body made her feel warm inside. 

His wife scoot closer towards him "Don't worry about me, I'm ok for us to continue" before he can say another word. 

She shoved him harshly on the floor—from someone who insists they didn't receive any training, has a lot of strength—Naruto then straddle him. And gently placed her hands on his face and guided him towards her and kissed him so softly but passionately. 

Tobirama was perplexed, he stay still under her. Naruto kissed him slow trying to get him to respond to her, he still stiff but didn't stop her or remove her off of him. 

After a long moment of trying to get him to kiss back. His muscles loosen a bit and started to respond back it was a bit shy and more like experimenting. 

But his kisses started to loosen more and kissed back the way she was. It was a bit clumsy but he got the hang of it. 

She then licked his lips and then rubbed her tongue in his mouth. He was unsure but responded positively and copied what she was doing. 

Tobirama tightened his gripped on her side and as she continued to feel him around.

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It was already morning, and the sun was peeking through the horizon, the birds were chirping outside. She felt so warm and cozy in bed, she never wanted to leave. But she had to pee, and dread the idea of having to get up. 

She reached across the bed for her furnace but it was empty. Tobirama must've been up for a while now.

Naruto tried moving into a more comfortable position to fall back asleep, but the pressure in her stomach was getting annoying. Eventually, she gave up, throw the blanket off and sitting up—Ugh, her back and legs were sore. And her abdominal muscles tremble.

Did she fall or something? Maybe, considering how much she drank yesterday. And then blackout? At least her drunk self remembered to sleep in clean clothes—Oh, and braid her hair so she didn't wake up with a mouthful of it.

How thoughtful of herself.

Naruto let out a yawn and got up, sleepily making her way out of bed. It obvious that she's not a morning person since her eyes were still half-closed as she came back, and blindly got dressed and then groggily padded her way down the hall for breakfast.

She sat down, squinting her eyes, trying her best to keep them open.

"Good morning, Naruto! You're just in time for breakfast!" Hashirama happily announced.

Ugh, why was he so loud in the morning? God, she hated him. Yes, I'm still bitter about what happened. Him finding it all so amusing.

"Morning," Naruto mumbled.

She ignored whatever the morning wood was saying, thanked her food, and dug in. Tobirama ate in silence as well, letting his brother talk for the both of them.

Hashirama noticed his sister-in-law wince as she reached for the teapot. "Are you alright, Naruto? Did you hurt yourself?"

Tobirama sucked in a breath at his brother's question.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Probably just fell or something with how much I drank yesterday. I blacked out at some point." She muttered as she took a sip from her teacup.

Tobirama clenched his cup but said nothing. She shifted her focus to him to ask but noticed a small bruise on his neck peeking out from under his turtleneck.

"What happened to your neck?"

This perk Hashirama's curiosity and shifted focused on his brother. Tobirama sighed through his nose irritatedly. "You—" He stopped himself, cheeks tinged a feather light pink.

"Me? What? I just want to know how you hurt yourself. I tend to be pretty clumsy and end up with random bruises all the time, but you don't seem like the type to just get them-"

"Enough." Tobirama's voice was clipped. He stood and left without another word.

Naruto blinked, confused, and then glanced at Hashirama, who cocked his head in question.

Knock*

Knock*

Naruto slid the door open and peeked inside before quietly closing it behind her. She shuffled awkwardly in place.

Tobirama glanced up from the scroll in his hand when his wife didn't move from the door. "Why are you loitering by the entrance?"

"Oh," Naruto jolted, stepping toward his desk and sitting across from him. "I didn't think you let me in your study... You know— I feel like you're mad at me?"

"I'm not angry with you." Tobirama's stern face softened a tad. 

Naruto cocked her head, unsure. "Oh? You seem bothered about something earlier in the morning?" 

"I'm not angry about anything."

"Really? You sounded annoyed when I asked about the bruise on your neck?"

"I wasn't annoyed."

"But you left upset in the middle of breakfast?"

"I'm not—" Tobirama let out a deep sigh. "Do you not recall anything from last night?"

"No, not really?" Naruto blinked, confused.

Tobirama looked away, grimacing, and stood up from his seat.

"I knew it. You are mad at me."

"I have other matters I must attend to." Tobirama walked out, leaving the door open behind him.

What had she done last night to make him angry. She try ignoring Hashirama present. But when Hashirama didn't receive a response he...

Poke. 

"Oh my god, Hashirama, stop poking my cheek!" She swatted his hand away, his face appeared in her sight of vision.

"What?"

"Tobirama is currently teaching a class. Would you like to come with me and spectate?" 

Hmm, go watch Tobirama in his workout clothes, demonstrate how to throw a kunai, show off a technique, admire how his muscles strained, or his hands, or how deep his voice is...

"Yeah, I do. Let's go." She let Hashirama drag her along.

Tobirama held his class at the manor's private training ground. Gosh, she couldn't help but gush over her hot grumpy husband. I admire his ass for a moment, because, darn, it is a rather nice ass. And it's mine.

If only he wore his workout clothes to admire his muscles...

"What are you thinking about so hard?" Hashirama asked curiously.

"How nice Tobirama's ass looks," Naruto shamelessly admitted. It caused Hashirama to choke on his spit, making it go down the wrong pipe.

"What? You asked," She gave him a dry look as he continued to cough, trying to calm himself down.

"Right. Your aham y-you're right. It's my fault for being clumsy." Hashirama patted his chest.

Naruto ignored him, her eyes fixed on Tobirama as he demonstrated the proper form. The way his muscles shifted with every movement of his clothes was...appealing. She barely noticed Hashirama talking beside her. 

"Naruto?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good by myself..." Her eyes drifted back to Tobirama, now working with a student. Hashirama bid his farewell and left.

Her mind wandered back to the bruise on his neck. Did something happen while she was blackout drunk? What dumb thing did she do?

Tobirama had always been so polite to her, but his irritation this morning? What had happened last night? Maybe it was the alcohol clouding her memory, but Bah, it was probably nothing, and she'll remember later.

Naruto waved at Tobirama when he noticed her, his students perk up when they saw her and enthusiastically waved at her. It was the first time they'd seen her since the wedding, she usually stays at the manor. Not really a sociable person.

Tobirama continued lecturing for a bit longer before dismissing his class and making his way over to her. He took a seat beside her to rest.

God all day Naruto has been feeling soreness all over her body that it's starting to get annoying. Even her tits. 

She slightly adjusted her clothes to checked—wait, was that a bite mark on her shoulder? She could see the indent of teeth. Oh Kami, there were more all over her skin. How had she not noticed? Naruto lift her robe to check and realized they were on her legs too!

"Naruto?"

She turned her head back to him, staring at his neck. Without saying a word, Naruto shifted closer to him.

"What are you doing?" He look puzzled by Naruto sudden fixation of his throat.

"Just hold still." She pulled down his turtleneck, revealing more marks on his skin. She then grabbed the hem of the turtleneck and pulled it up.

"Naruto! What are you doing?!" Tobirama hissed, his skin brightened, but he didn't move.

There were more scratch marks and bites... the sudden memory of her licking his abs appears to her brain. 

She thought that was a very good dream her mind did...

Oh my god. She did that to him?! More flashes of images appear.

She lifting her hips to line herself with him. She  all but went slack as she lowered herself onto his cock, panting as she took him. "Ah, Tobirama," she hissed out, planting a hand his chest, the other on his shoulder.

And Tobirama..?

He looked disheveled beneath her, kiss swollen lips, pupils blown so wide, pale cheeks aflame. And he was breathing harshly, mouth hanging open as he panted.

"You look so pretty like this Tobirama," she purred, lifting then coming back down; Tobirama grunted, hands gripping her hips. "I like seeing you like this all ruined and obedient under me."

He couldn't even find the words to speak, eyes glare at her as she shifted up and down again; a ragged groan escaped him, and his head fell back against the floor.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned, and tuck her legs more so she could go faster in a more proficient pace to ride him.

Sweat gathered more around her, and a light sheen of sweat covered Tobirama flushed skin.  

Tobirama hands squeezed her hips more the point that it'll leave marks, but it only spurred her on more. She leaned forward, bracing herself with both hands on his chest, rising and dropping above him. He move his hips the best he could, his body starting to strain and she knew he was close.

"Tobirama," she gasped trying to catch her breath above him. "Ah Tobirama, look at me."

He did, opening his eyes narrow as he glared at her with heat. Suddenly, he lurched up and wrapped one arm around her waist, and he shifted forward for better leverage, he found it and snapped his hips up with an overwhelming force that her mewing, arms wrapping around his neck.

Tobirama pressed his forehead to shoulder, he hissed, and she whimpered.

"Tobirama," her voice hitched as she felt herself on edge squeezed her thighs together. Shaking in his arms as she unraveled.

His face still in her neck, he stilling for a moment and then he shuddered beneath her. 

They sat there for a moment, leaning against one another, trying to catch their breath, then "... Hey take a power nap for now because we'll go again soon..."

Oh god she was like, like a horny demon.

A wild animal, completely unrestrained and insatiable. The memories flooded back in vivid, embarrassing detail-her drunken self had been relentless, demanding, and utterly shameless. Which she was trying to avoid of him to see this side of her. The horny monster, like the cookie monster. Only weirder. 

It also explains the clean clothes and her hair braided. 

Naruto's face burned as she stared at the marks on Tobirama's skin, her fingers still loosely gripping his collar. His expression was unreadable, but the faint pink tinge on his cheeks betrayed his usual composure.

“..Did I-" Her voice cracked. She cleared her throat. "Did I really do all this?"

Tobirama exhaled sharply through his nose, his jaw tightening. "You don't remember?"

"Not-not until now," she admitted weakly.

A long silence stretched between them.

Naruto could feel her pulse thundering in her ears. She had climbed him. She had commanded him. She had— Oh Kami, she had bitten him.

And the worst part? He had let her.

Tobirama was the most disciplined, controlled man she knew. He never lost his composure, never acted impulsively-yet last night, he had been wrecked beneath her, helpless to her whims.

"...im sorry," she blurted out.

Tobirama's brow twitched. "For what?"

"For-for this!" She gestured wildly at his neck, his collarbone, the faint scratches she could see peeking beneath his sleeve. "I was drunk, and I- mauled you!"

His lips pressed into a thin line. Then, after a beat, he muttered, "You weren't the only one who consented."

Wait what? Consented. As in he had wanted it too.

Tobirama shifted, adjusting his clothes back into place with deliberate slowness. "If you're concerned about my reaction earlier, it wasn't anger. It was... frustration."

"Frustration?"

"That you didn't remember," he said flatly.

Oh. He wasn't mad that she had been aggressive. He was mad that she had forgotten it.

A slow, giddy warmth spread through her chest. "..So," she ventured, biting her lip to suppress a grin, "does that mean you liked it?"

Tobirama's glare could have melted steel.

Naruto's grin broke free anyway.

"You did," she crowed, delighted. "You liked—"

His hand clamped over her mouth.

"Enough," he hissed, ears burning.

She laughed against his palm, eyes crinkling.

"...Training is over for today," he said, voice back to its usual tone. "We should return." He got to his feet. 

"Tobirama!" she scrambling to her feet.  

She sprinted after him, her face burning, her heart pounding.  She had so many questions.  

And if the tilt of his shoulders was any indication—he knew it.

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You know, she always thought wearing a kimono would be comfortable to wear. But with the last layer the servants were wrapping tightly around her abdomen. 

They look proud of themselves how fit the clothes look on her appearance. And they're looking a little too hard, specifically the chest area, with a look of longing and a bit of a jealousy. 

Naruto crosses her arms to cover her tits, she clears her throat. They sheepishly look away realizing what they were doing. She knows they're big but they really should stop trying to take a peek. The only one that's allowed too is her and Tobirama. Heck, she once stare at them for almost 30 minutes straight and felt around how heavy they are.  

But that's beside the point, she getting off track. "So am I wearing this for?"

"Lord Tobirama was who requested." 

"Oh, for?" she acquire. 

"He didn't saying."

"There's no occasion."

The servants giggled quietly against each other, before they excused themselves and left. Naruto ignore whatever reaction that was and continue to admire herself, the color look nice on her. Maybe Tobirama did want to see her dress up? Or whatever the reason.

She stood in front of his study room and knock, she heard a quiet voice telling her to come in. Tobirama was at his desk reading. He look up and glanced up and down what she wore. 

"...you look nice." 

"I know right. Even the servants thought so too but they were staring a little too hard around the chest area." She rambled on. A faint, almost imperceptible flush warmed the back of her neck. 

"Pay them no mind, they're still new." He returned his gaze to his report, but she noticed he hadn't actually turned a page since she walked in.

"The servants said you requested it," she prompted, stepping further into the room.

Tobirama placed his scroll down with deliberate slowness, his crimson eyes lifting to meet hers. "Must there be a political reason for me to wish to see my wife in something other than plain clothes and sleep robes?"

Naruto thought about it and shrugged, she didn't know how to respond to that, "no, not really." Aha! So he did really just wanted to see her dress up pretty! She pulled a pillow and sat next to him. He pays her no mind being this close in his space, unlike Hashirama. 

Seeing that he's in his battle clothes and all of his equipment have already been prepare by him in their bedroom. She move closer to him. 

Naruto snuggled against Tobirama's back while he look over the mission details he received. She doesn't know how many days or even weeks he'll be gone. But once he gets back, there will be a battle scheduled with the Uchiha, so she's getting all the cuddle session she can get. 

She thought Tobirama would get annoyed with her clinginess and showing him affection or initiate bolder skin contact. But he doesn't bat a single eyelash and lets her. She squeezes her hold around the waist while he focus on a different scroll. 

"...I have already given the next lesson plan to anija. He will help you understand how to run the clan's budget just in case while we're both absent."

"Ok." Her voice was muffled nuzzling his nape. 

She has wondered what married-in wives—or husbands—typically did in the branch family. Did they take on administrative roles like this, managing finances and resources? Or were they expected to focus solely on producing heirs? 

What did Mito do besides hold kurama? Hmm she's pretty sure wife's in Japan are the ones who run the household. And give allowance to their husbands.

She felt him shift slightly under her weight, a minute adjustment that brought him just a fraction closer into her embrace.

He reached back with one hand, not looking away from his work, and his fingers found the bare skin of her wrist where her kimono sleeve had fallen back. 

She made sure not to breathe too loudly just incase that spook him off. Like how she used to do with her cat when it laid on her.

His fingertips rested there, and she was given a tiny tug to rest against his thigh. Then his hand was gone, returning to the scroll. She loves it when he does his shy gesture.

The silence that settled between them was a comfortable one. Naruto let her mind wander, lulled by the warmth of him and the familiar scent of ink and ozone that clung to his clothes. 

She thought of the coming battle, he should get some relieved. A knot forming in her stomach that had nothing to do with the tightness of her obi.

Hashirama stood outside his brother's study room, he knocked on the wood a few times, but received no response. He wanted to check in on him about the mission but he's not answering and as well he hasn't seen Naruto either. 

He strain his ear and chakra to see if he's in there but his senses aren't picking up anything...hmm? "Tobirama? Are you in there?"

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Tobirama grip the edge of the table grunting at the warm and soft sensation. Enveloping him was overwhelming, drawing every ounce of his focus to the sensation, his dick was rock hard.

Naruto adored this-watching the usually stoic and controlled man unravel. She took her time, savoring the weight and taste of him, moving her lips at a deliberately slow, maddening pace. She was driven by a deep curiosity: what expressions would she see on his face if she traced a path along his most sensitive part? What sounds would he be forced to make for her?

A flush spread across Tobirama's cheeks, his breathing becoming ragged and uneven. A fine tremor ran through his muscles, to the intensity of the pleasure. A sharp hiss escaped him, which she swiftly swallowed, her mouth continuing work.

The fight seemed to drain from him all at once, his forehead dropping to the cool wood of the desk with a soft thud as she focused her attentions on the very tip of him.

The muffled, guttural groan he let out vibrated through her, a sound it sent a corresponding ache straight through her. She explored him with teasing flicks and kittenish licks before finally taking him deep into her mouth again.

He held onto the desk, his entire body tensing as she carried him over the edge. Through the crashing waves of his climax, he clenched his jaw.

Afterward, he lay spent, languid and utterly undone. His pupils were blown wide, his silver hair was disheveled, and his chest rose and fell with unsteady breaths—a picture of complete and total satisfaction, well in Tobirama's way, he still looks composed to any outsider pov. 

"You-" Tobirama growled when Naruto swallowed his spent. Just the sight of his reaction to her swallowing the loads he poured down her throat, was making her aroused and her heart race. 

"Why would you swallow that." Naruto uncaring shrugs, Tobirama reach over her and wipes her mouth. 

His brow frowns, looking annoyed to himself, "that's-" He was struggling to maintain his usual stern and composed demeanor, and the effort was... unexpectedly endearing.

"Tobirama?" Hashirama voice was muffled.

He breathed heavily. "Naruto," he managed, his voice a low growl of frustration. "I don't have the... capacity to reciprocate fairly right now."

Aww he looks so cute when he blushes!

"I don't mind at all," she assured him, her fingers gently touching her mouth. "I just wanted to do that for you. Now that you've had a good relax start."

Tobirama let out a soft, rueful chuckle. "After a peak like that, the rest of my departure can only be worse."

"Tobirama? If you're in there just know your presence is needed in the conference room in less than five minutes!" Hashirama voice over before finally leaving. 

Tobirama controlled breath. The reality of his brother's interruption and the impending meeting crashed down upon him, a cold splash of duty against the warm, hazy aftermath of pleasure. 

His crimson eyes, still dark with lingering desire, scanned the room with a practiced, analytical gaze, assessing the scene for any telltale signs of their activities.

With a efficiency that was pure Tobirama, he began to right himself. He straighten his rumpled battle attire and smoothing back his disheveled hair. Being systematically tucked away behind the familiar mask of the unflappable Senju leader.

"This is... a significant complication," he stated, his voice already returning to its usual measured cadence, though it was perhaps a shade deeper than normal.

His eyes flicked to Naruto, taking in her flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. A muscle in his jaw twitched. "You are... entirely too effective at your chosen tasks."

He stood, adjusting his weapons pouch and ensuring every strap was perfectly in place. The evidence of his arousal was now expertly concealed, both by his clothing and his formidable self-control.

He paused by the door, his hand on the frame. "Do not mistake my departure for a lack of appreciation. We will continue this... discussion... upon my return."

God she is so bored no wifi the closest non-ninja civilian entertainment town was miles away and she misses Tobirama. The amount of time she had been spending with the Senju elders is irritating. 

It was fine with her grumpy husband there since he is good at getting people attention without dragging on but he had to leave. And it was bearable with Hashirama there but then he had to leave as well for the battle with the Uchiha. 

The Senju elders are constantly complaining about something and always ask for her presence and opinion. Which is expected but...

She doesn't know what she prefers this or being around their gossipy wives. Giving her advice on how to make her husband be obedient and give him a bit of fear like their's, it's not bad and all but those aunties can sure drink. 

Should have never taught them that drinking game.

"Lady Naruto when will we be expecting heirs from you and lord Tobirama?" 

Never mind. 

A look of disgust appears on her face, where they seriously ask her this? By the seriousness in their faces they weren't kidding.

"Gross. You perverts. I'm not discussing what happens between me and Tobirama. Nor are you going to peep at us! I'm done with this discussion and I'm leaving." 

The elders look utterly appalled. They had not meant to imply they would spy ; they were merely inquiring about the clan's future. Their mouths opened and closed like fish out of water, struggling to form a protest against her wildly inaccurate interpretation.

"Lady Naruto, you misunderstand! We merely-"

"The meeting," she declared, rising to her feet, "is over."

"We are not finished—"

Naruto paused at the doorway, she turned back to face them.

"If you don't disperse right now and let me go," she said, her voice light and conversational, "I will visit each of your wives this afternoon. I'll tell them all about how their husbands are so concerned with the private, intimate happenings in Lord Tobirama's bedroom. I wonder what they'll have to say about that?"

The effect was instantaneous and profound. Every trace of color drained from the elders' faces. One man's hand flew to his chest as if he were having a heart attack. Another looked as though he might be sick. 

The image of their formidable, sharp-tongued wives hearing such a twisted, yet technically true, account of this meeting filled them with a terror no enemy shinobi could ever inspire.

They blanched, their protests dying in their throats, replaced by a unified, silent panic. Satisfied, Naruto gave a little wave. "Enjoy the rest of your day guys."

Naruto snicker to herself it was so funny seeing how scared they got just merely mentioning their wives, it got them shaking. Maybe the aunties are onto something there. 

She went to her bedroom to take nap because those conference suck the energy out of you. During the discussion her eyes wanted to sleep so badly how boring the non-emergency meetings are when dealing with every unimportant ridiculous issue with their clansmen. 

Naruto got comfy lying on top of the bed, and she was almost asleep losing consciousness when she heard a loud sound that's coming from the gate direction announcing the return of the army. 

She spring upward and hurriedly went to the gate to meet Tobirama. But wait she made sure her face was clean didn't have any bed marks before stepping outside of the estate. 

Up ahead from the main gate she spot Tobirama and Hashirama with their cousin. 

"Hey!" She wave at them and then went to meet them.

Hashirama surprise seeing Naruto came all the way here to greet them. He felt touched by her kind gesture, he held arms up to receive her hug. "Naruto what a su-"

He stood frozen in place when she ran past him.

But not compare to the surprise of her hugging Tobirama. Both him and Tōka—everyone else that's still around them—were flabbergasted at the mere sight. His little brother who is non-affectionate was letting Naruto hug him in Public and he was hugging her back?!

Ignoring the audience, when they let go Tobirama handed her a wrapped up scroll for her to open. 

Doing exactly how he show her, Naruto was excitedly dispelled it. She gasp-and those around them also gasp with her- at the gift, in her hand appeared a white fur collar like his only smaller. 

"It's so beautiful!" Naruto placed the fur on her shoulder. It felt so soft. 

"Since the festival is upcoming, you would've like to wear it."

People try not to stare too openly because there's a chance that Tobirama will throw them a water dragon or something from his more lethal jutsus. Hashirama can survive it but not everyone else. 

"How thoughtful of tobi..." Hashirama watch his brother and wife leave, "he never once gave me a gift" he pouts.