Chapter: The contrast!
The sound of rain hitting the window was soft, almost rhythmic, like a lullaby for tired hearts. The war was over, but the world inside her still felt conflicted. He was there, finally — Sasuke.
In the dimness of the room, their silhouettes touched for the first time not as battle companions, but as man and woman. Sakura could hardly believe it. Years of waiting, of pain, of hope. And now, he was there, in front of her, with that unreadable gaze and cold fingers sliding across the skin of her waist.
Her heart pounded, not from carnal anticipation, but from the idea that maybe, finally, she would be embraced in that place that had existed only in dreams for so long. His touch was light — too light. She expected firmness, intensity, hunger. But what she felt was hesitation, an absence disguised as presence.
His lips met hers. A shallow kiss, lacking depth, lacking history. There was no fire, no urgency. Just the execution of a gesture. She tried to guide him with her own movements, tried to infuse passion, to spark something in him. But everything seemed to vanish into silence.
He took her with that same lack of intensity. The moment she had fantasized about for so long — that should have been the explosion of everything they were, of everything they had survived — was reduced to a brief act, nearly frictionless.
Seconds.
That was all it lasted.
His body collapsed beside hers, exhausted perhaps by the world, but not by what had just happened. He closed his eyes, turned his back.
Sakura remained there, naked, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Her ragged breathing wasn't from pleasure, but from a disappointment that spread like ice through her veins. She slowly turned to the side, watching Sasuke's back. She lightly touched her lips, as if trying to understand what had happened — or what hadn't.
She didn't expect perfection. But she expected to be desired. She expected him to lose himself in her the way she had lost herself in him for so many years. She expected tremors, confession, maybe even love.
But all she received was silence.
And now, in the darkness of that room where time seemed suspended, Sakura understood: the love she nurtured for him was her own construction. A glass castle in the middle of a storm. And now, with a single gust of reality, it had all collapsed.
She closed her eyes. She didn't cry. She had cried enough for Sasuke.
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[__ In Naruto and Hinata's room. __]
The night in Konoha felt different. The sound of rain outside was a constant backdrop, muffling the world, as if giving permission for two hearts to reveal themselves without fear in that small room.
Naruto was tense, and didn't hide it. His blue eyes scanned Hinata as if she were a vision. And in a way, she was. The girl who had stayed on the margins of his world for so long was now there, in front of him, undressing slowly, her cheeks flushed but her breath steady.
"I... I've never done this before," he admitted, eyes nervous.
"Me neither," she replied, and even with her soft voice, there was a firmness that surprised Naruto. — "But... I want it to be with you."
She guided his hand to her bare waist, pulling him closer. The first kiss was sweet, hesitant — but it didn't take long for it to turn hungry. Naruto gently laid her on the sheets, but Hinata was already arching her body, seeking him, pulling him between her legs.
When he removed the last piece of clothing, she swallowed hard. Her gaze dropped, and her lips parted.
"Naruto..."
She almost backed away.
"Do you want me to stop?" — he whispered, already breathless.
She bit her lip, took a deep breath, and shook her head.
"Just... go slow at first... please."
And so he did. When he entered, Hinata let out a sharp moan, muffled against his neck.
"Aaaah... ah… N-Naruto-kun..."
It was warm. Tight. Her pussy stretched around him, trying to adjust, trying to take all of him. Her nails dug into his back, and her breathing was already coming in short gasps, full of tension and mixed pleasure.
Naruto paused for a second, wanting to be sure.
"Are you okay?" he asked, worried.
"M-Move... slowly, but… don't stop..." — Hinata pleaded between breathy moans.
He obeyed. The rhythm was slow but deep, and Hinata felt every movement inside her.
"Haaah… ahhh… Naruto-kun… it's so big... you're opening me up..."
The words slipped out between sighs. She no longer hid what she felt. And when her body finally adjusted to his, Hinata pulled him closer by his back, wrapping her legs around him.
"Now... you can go harder. Please."
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Naruto began to thrust deeper, more firmly, and the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping, the bed creaking, and her moans growing louder and more surrendered.
"Ahh... ahhh! Yes! Yes! N-Narutooo-kun!"
She was no longer the timid Hinata. She was just a woman, taken by pleasure, wrapped in the heat of the one she had always loved. Naruto buried himself deep, the rhythm voracious, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her into him.
"You're so hot..." — he murmured through clenched teeth, breathless, feeling her body pulse around his.
"Aaaaah! Yes! D-Don't stop, Naruto-kun, don't stop!"
She moaned loudly, her hips grinding against his, meeting each thrust with hunger, with desire. Her skin trembled, eyes dazed, face flushed, breasts bouncing with every intense movement.
He obeyed her plea, and the sound of skin against skin echoed loud, wet, indecent. The bed creaked beneath them, as if it too was on the verge of collapse. Her moans became muffled cries, her whole body trembling with each thrust, her breasts bouncing wildly.
Naruto thrust with force, eyes closed, jaw tight, fingers digging into her flesh.
"You're mine… only mine, Hinata."
"I am... yours… all yours!" — she replied with a faltering voice, eyes rolling back.
When the climax hit her, she nearly collapsed, trembling violently, crying out against the mattress as pleasure exploded inside her like a hot, uncontrollable wave. Naruto came right after, burying himself to the hilt, groaning low against her neck, their sweaty bodies collapsing on top of each other.
They stayed there, clinging, breaths unsteady, bodies exhausted and satisfied.
Hinata turned to the side, still breathless, and touched his face with her fingertips.
"I waited so long for this…"
Naruto smiled, his eyes full of something rougher than tenderness — a raw, possessive devotion.
"I did too, Hinata... and now you're mine."