Naruto sat on the futon, panting, the sticky evidence of his betrayal still wet against his skin.
Sakura had slipped away into the shadows like a ghost, leaving him alone with the wreckage she had caused.The scent of her still clung to the air — sweet, corrupting, poisonous.
Naruto buried his face in his hands.
What the hell had he just done?
He had kissed Suzuka earlier tonight. She was his... wasn't she?Wasn't he supposed to be hers?
And yet...When Sakura touched him, when she kissed him — his body had betrayed him faster than his mind could scream stop.
Shame gnawed at his gut.He wanted to scream, to rip the night apart and erase everything.
But instead —A soft knock at the door made him freeze.
"Naruto..." came Suzuka's voice — broken, raw, trembling.
His heart stopped.
He barely managed to pull his pants back up before the door slid open.
Suzuka stood there, still in her festival kimono, but now it hung off one shoulder, rumpled, her hair messy from where she must have clutched it in fists of anguish.
Her eyes were red.Her cheeks streaked with tears.
"You..." she whispered, her voice cracking. "You lied to me."
Naruto stumbled to his feet. "Suzuka — wait — it's not what you think —"
But the words sounded pathetic even to him.
Suzuka took a shaky step forward.Then another.Then — without warning — she shoved him hard against the wall.
"You let her touch you," she spat, her fists pounding against his chest. "You let her have you!"
Naruto grabbed her wrists instinctively — not hurting her, but holding her still.
Her chest heaved, breasts rising and falling beneath the thin fabric of her kimono.Her eyes blazed with rage, betrayal — and something worse.
Hurt.
Longing.
Need.
"You were supposed to be mine," she whispered, tears sliding down her face.
Naruto felt something inside him snap.
Before he knew what he was doing — before he could stop himself — he crushed his lips against hers.
It wasn't a sweet kiss.It wasn't tender.
It was brutal — desperate — a messy clash of teeth and tongues and gasps.
Suzuka responded with a strangled sob, clinging to him, nails raking down his back as if trying to carve her name into his skin.
Their bodies collided, grinding against each other, driven by rage and grief and unbearable hunger.
Naruto lifted her off the ground without thinking, slamming her back against the wall. Suzuka wrapped her legs around his waist, her kimono riding up, baring smooth thighs to the cool air.
Her hands fumbled between them, yanking at his pants, freeing him again.
"No more lies," she gasped, voice broken. "If you're going to betray me — then do it right. Claim me."
Naruto growled — a raw, feral sound — and thrust into her roughly, burying himself to the hilt.
Suzuka cried out — a sound of pain and pleasure twisted together — but she clung to him tighter, pulling him deeper.
The room filled with the sounds of frantic, furious coupling — the slap of skin against skin, the ragged gasps, the desperate whimpers.
Naruto pounded into her, harder, rougher, as if trying to erase Sakura's touch from his skin, from his soul.
Suzuka met every thrust with a savage need, nails raking his shoulders, biting his neck hard enough to leave marks.
Their rhythm was violent, reckless, raw.
There was no love here.Only lust.Only pain.
Only betrayal.
Naruto felt himself teetering on the edge again — the pleasure overwhelming, blinding.
Suzuka clutched him tighter, gasping against his ear, "Inside. Do it inside me. Make me yours."
Naruto snapped.
With a broken roar, he drove into her one last time, spilling deep inside her, his whole body trembling with release and guilt and something darker.
Suzuka sobbed against his shoulder, shaking, her body convulsing around him.
They clung to each other, broken and bleeding inside, gasping for air.
For a long moment, there was only silence — except for their ragged breathing and the sound of Suzuka softly crying against his chest.
Then, without a word, she pushed him away.
Naruto stumbled back, confused, empty.
Suzuka straightened her kimono shakily, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.
Her eyes — once so bright — were now dark and hollow.
"You don't love me," she said dully. "You never did."
Naruto reached for her. "Suzuka, that's not true —"
She slapped his hand away.
"Save it," she spat, voice shaking. "You're just like everyone else. You just wanted a body to fuck."
Naruto flinched as if struck.
Suzuka turned and fled into the night, disappearing down the dark hallway.
Naruto collapsed onto the futon, burying his face in his hands.
He had lost her.
And worse —A part of him still burned for Sakura.