Naruto: Starting By Saving Mikoto

Pakura's fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, a mix of frustration and desire coursing through her. She tried to pull back, to regain some semblance of control, but Hiro was relentless. 

His lips moved against hers with an almost predatory precision, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth, leaving her no room to escape. 

It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and despite her best efforts, she felt herself beginning to lose the battle.

But she wasn't ready to surrender, not yet. In a final act of defiance, she bit down lightly on his lower lip, a challenge, a reminder that she wasn't someone who could be easily subdued. 

Hiro responded with a low growl, the sound reverberating through her as he pulled her even closer, his body pressing against hers. The kiss deepened, growing more intense, more urgent, as he accepted her challenge.

Pakura's mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger, desire, confusion—all blending together as she fought against the overwhelming force of Hiro's kiss. 

But beneath it all, there was a spark of something else, something that terrified and thrilled her in equal measure. 

She could feel the walls she had carefully built around herself beginning to crumble, the sheer intensity of Hiro's passion breaking through her defenses.

His hand moved from her neck to her waist, pulling her flush against him as the kiss continued. 

She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat echoing in her own chest. It was as if he was trying to fuse them together, to make them one in that moment. 

Her breath hitched as he tilted his head slightly, changing the angle of the kiss, his tongue delving deeper into her mouth.

Pakura's knees felt weak, her grip on his shirt tightening as she tried to steady herself. The kiss was relentless, consuming, leaving her no room to think, to breathe. 

She could feel the control slipping from her grasp, the overwhelming sensation of being completely and utterly dominated by him. 

she felt a thrill run through her—a dark, exhilarating excitement at the thought of surrendering to him.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Hiro pulled back slightly, his breathing ragged as he stared down at her. 

Pakura's lips were swollen, tingling from the intensity of the kiss, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. She looked up at him, her heart still racing, her mind struggling to process what had just happened. 

But one thing was clear—Hiro had made his intentions known, and there was no turning back.

Hiro's eyes were still dark, filled with a fire that hadn't yet been extinguished. 

He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, "You don't have to fight me, Pakura. This is just the beginning."

Pakura's face turned a deep shade of red as Hiro's words sank in, the intensity of his gaze making her feel both vulnerable and exhilarated. 

She could still feel the lingering heat from his kiss, the way it had ignited something deep within her that she hadn't expected.

"You bad guy," she muttered, her voice barely audible, but the blush on her cheeks spoke volumes.

Hiro's lips curled into a small, satisfied smile at her response, his eyes never leaving hers. The tension between them was palpable, a charged current that neither could deny. 

Pakura could feel her heart racing, the mix of emotions swirling inside her—desire, and a flicker of anticipation.

She couldn't believe the effect he had on her, how easily he had shattered her defenses with just a kiss and a few words. 

Yet, despite the overwhelming intensity of the moment, there was a part of her that was eager for more. The thought of the ongoing battle for control, of pushing and being pushed in return, sent a thrill down her spine.

Hiro's expression softened slightly, though the fire in his eyes remained. 

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, "You have no idea how much I enjoy hearing you say that."

Pakura shivered again, her blush deepening. She could feel the challenge in his words, the unspoken promise of what was to come. 

Without another word, Hiro bent down, slipping one arm under her knees and the other around her back, lifting her effortlessly into a princess carry. Pakura let out a soft gasp, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he held her close. She was caught off guard by the suddenness of his actions, her heart pounding in her chest.

"H-Hiro, what are you doing?" she stammered, trying to regain her composure, but the closeness between them only made her pulse quicken.

Hiro glanced down at her, his expression still carrying that playful edge. "Taking you back home," he said simply, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Pakura wanted to protest, but the warmth of his embrace and the steadiness of his stride made it difficult to find the words. She could feel the strength in his arms, the way he held her as if she weighed nothing at all. 

As Hiro and Pakura approached the entrance of the house, the warm glow of light from inside spilled out, casting soft shadows on the ground. 

He gently set Pakura down on her feet, their intense moment still lingering in the air between them. 

Pakura adjusted her clothes, trying to compose herself, but the heated look in Hiro's eyes made her heart race all over again.

Hiro opened the door, and the comforting aroma of a home-cooked meal immediately greeted them. 

The sight of Mikoto, busy setting the last dish on the table. She looked up, her eyes softening with a warm smile when she saw them.

"Welcome back," Mikoto greeted, her gaze lingering on Pakura for a moment, as if silently asking if everything was alright. 

Pakura gave a small nod, her earlier turmoil fading slightly under Mikoto's gentle presence.

"We're back," Hiro replied, his voice carrying a mix of affection.

Mikoto's smile deepened, and she gestured towards the table. "I've just finished making dinner. You two must be hungry."

The three of them sat down to eat, the atmosphere comfortable but charged with an undercurrent of unspoken emotions. 

After dinner, the exhaustion from the day began to catch up with them. Pakura stood up, ready to head to her own room to give them space. But as she turned to leave, Mikoto's voice stopped her.

"Pakura," Mikoto called gently.

Pakura paused, turning back to see Mikoto standing beside Hiro, her expression warm yet unreadable. "Why don't you sleep with us tonight?" Mikoto asked, her tone leaving no room for misinterpretation.

Pakura's eyes widened slightly, her heart skipping a beat at the invitation. She had expected to be alone again another night, to have some time to sort through the jumble of emotions she was feeling. But the thought of sharing the night with both of them.

But then she remembered that she and Hiro were already a couple after all—they had just kissed.

"I—" Pakura hesitated, unsure of how to respond. The intensity of the kiss had already pushed her boundaries, and now this invitation felt like another step into unfamiliar territory.

Mikoto stepped closer, gently touching Pakura's arm. "It's alright," she said softly, her eyes filled with understanding. "You're part of this family, Pakura. We want you to feel welcome, to know that you belong here with us."

Hiro, who had been quietly watching the exchange, nodded in agreement. "Mikoto's right. You can sleep with us."

The sincerity in their voices, the warmth of their expressions, made Pakura's resistance crumble. She realized then that this was what she had been searching for—connection, acceptance, a place where she could finally let her guard down.

With a deep breath, Pakura nodded, a small, hesitant smile forming on her lips. "Alright," she agreed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mikoto's smile widened as she took Pakura's hand, leading her toward the bedroom. Hiro followed closely behind, his presence a comforting weight against the uncertainty that still lingered in Pakura's mind.

As they entered the bedroom, the room felt intimate, filled with a sense of peace and belonging that Pakura hadn't realized she needed. Mikoto released Pakura's hand and began to prepare the bed, while Hiro moved to stand beside Pakura, his hand gently brushing against hers.

"You're not alone anymore, Pakura," Hiro whispered, his voice soft but firm. "We're here, together."

Pakura looked up at him, her heart swelling with a mixture of gratitude and something more—a feeling that was slowly becoming familiar yet still held an edge of the unknown. For the first time in a long while, she felt like she was where she belonged.