Naruto: reborn as an Uzumaki

Kenshin's footsteps echoed softly as he made his way down the hallway toward his bedroom. He was still processing the conversation with Kaede-while it had gone better than he'd expected, there was still a palpable tension in the air.

When he opened the door to his room, he immediately noticed Akane sitting on the bed, an annoyed pout on her face. Her usual playful energy was simmering just beneath the surface, and she seemed to be trying to hold it back.

Kenshin shut the door behind him with a soft click, giving her a knowing look. He had been waiting for this moment, too, and he wasn't about to pretend otherwise.

"You're pouting," he said with a slight smirk, leaning casually against the doorframe.

Akane raised an eyebrow but didn't reply at first. Instead, she let out a small huff before that familiar mischievous grin spread across her face. "Of course I am. Kaede's kissed you more times than I have today. But now you're all mine."

Kenshin chuckled. "So you're jealous? Well that just makes this all that better."

Her grin widened, and without another word, she stood up, crossing the distance between them with surprising speed. Before he could react, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him, her tongue coiling around his in a passionate dance.

The kiss deepened as Kenshin responded, pulling her closer and locking the door behind him. In the quiet of the room, there was only the sound of their breathing and the crackling tension between them. As they broke apart, Akane's gaze never left his, her expression both tender and commanding.

"Take off my shirt," she whispered, her voice low and husky.

Kenshin obeyed without hesitation, his hands trembling slightly as they reached for the hem of her shirt. He lifted it slowly, revealing the smooth, pale skin beneath. Akane stood still, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her eyes locked onto his. When the shirt was fully removed, she let it fall to the floor, her body now bared to him except for the white bra that hugged her curves.

"Something new," Akane murmured, her cheeks flushed with a hint of shyness. "I want to try something different tonight."

Kenshin's eyebrows raised in curiosity, but he didn't hesitate. "Whatever you want, Akane," he said, his voice steady despite the racing of his heart.

Her lips curled into a sly smile. "I want to be more dominant," she explained, her tone confident yet playful. "And I think you might enjoy it too."

Kenshin's breath hitched at her words, a thrill running down his spine. The idea of submitting to her, of letting her take control, sent a shiver of anticipation through him. "I'd like that," he admitted, his voice strained with desire.

Akane's smile widened, a predatory gleam entering her eyes. She took a step back, motioning for him to sit on the edge of the bed. Kenshin complied, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched her move with feline grace. She knelt before him, her hands gliding up his thighs, her touch electric against his skin.

"Stay still," she commanded, her voice firm yet sensual.

Kenshin swallowed hard, his body instinctively responding to her words. He felt a surge of excitement at the thought of giving himself over to her completely. Akane's fingers traced intricate patterns on his legs, moving higher until they reached the waistband of his pants. With a deft movement, she unbuttoned them, her hands slipping inside to caress his hardening length.

A groan escaped Kenshin's lips, his head falling back as pleasure coursed through him. Akane's touch was exquisite, every stroke sending waves of heat through his body. She teased him relentlessly, her hand moving slowly, deliberately, building the tension until he thought he might explode.

"Easy, Kenshin," she purred, her voice dripping with sultry authority. "Not yet."

He groaned again, his fists tightening on the bedspread as he fought to obey her command. Akane's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she continued her ministrations, her thumb brushing over thesensitive tip of his erection. Kenshin's breath came in short, ragged gasps, his body throbbing with need.

"Please," he begged, his voice hoarse with desperation. "Please, Akane."

She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. "Beg for it," she whispered, her tone laced with seductive menace.

Kenshin's mind reeled, the combination of pleasure and submission nearly overwhelming him. He could feel his control slipping away, replaced by a raw, primal need that demanded release. "Please," he repeated, his voice thick with emotion. "Please, let me cum."

Akane's laugh was low and throaty, a sound that sent shivers down Kenshin's spine. "Not yet," she said, her voice firm. "You'll have to wait a little longer."

With that, she pulled away, her hands leaving his aching body. Kenshin's eyelids fluttered open, his vision blurred with desire as he watched her rise to her feet. She moved with purpose, her dark hair cascading around her shoulders as she crossed the room to retrieve something from her bag.

When she returned, she held a pair of silk scarves in her hands, their cool fabric glistening under the dim light. Kenshin's pulse quickened as he realized what she intended.

"Lie down," she instructed, her voice brooking no argument.

He obeyed, stretching out on the bed as she approached. Akane knelt beside him, her fingers deftly tying one scarf around his wrists, securing them to the bedposts. Kenshin's breath hitched as he felt the silk tighten, the sensation both exhilarating and frightening.

Once his wrists were bound, Akane moved to the other side of the bed, repeating the process with his ankles. Kenshin's heart raced as he lay there, completely at her mercy. His body tensed with anticipation, his cock throbbing painfully against his abdomen.

Akane stood up, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she surveyed her work. She reached down, cupping his cheek in her hand. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice soothing yet powerful.

Kenshin's eyes fluttered closed, his body trembling with the effort of holding himself back. The feeling of being so utterly at her mercy, of having no control, was intoxicating. He could feel a bead of sweat forming at his temple, the cool air against his overheated skin making him shiver.

Akane leaned in, her lips pressing against his in a deep, lingering kiss. The taste of her, the feel of her body so close, drove all rational thought from his mind. He moaned into her mouth, his hips bucking against the restraints as he tried to get closer, to merge their bodies.

When she pulled away, Kenshin whimpered in protest, his eyes pleading with her. Akane chuckled softly, her fingers trailing down his chest, teasing the sensitive skin. "Shh," she whispered, her voice gentle yet authoritative. "Just relax."

But relaxing was impossible. Every nerve in Kenshin's body was on fire, his senses heightened to an almost unbearable degree. He could feel every touch, every breath, every glance with such intensity that it was almost painful. And yet, it was also the most alive he had ever felt.

Akane's hands moved lower, her fingertips tracing the line of his hipbone, dipping into the waistband of his boxers. Kenshin's breath hitched as she tugged them down, freeing his throbbing erection. The cool air against his heated flesh made him shudder, his cock twitching in response.

"Spread your legs," she commanded, her voice low and sultry.

Kenshin obeyed, his muscles quivering with anticipation as he widened his stance. Akane's hands slipped between his thighs, her touch light and teasing as she explored his body. Kenshin bit back a groan, his hips thrusting upward in search of more friction.

"Easy," she chided, her fingers pressing down on his hips to still him. "No rushing."

He whimpered, the sound torn from his throat as she continued her leisurely exploration. Her hands moved with languid precision, touching, caressing, teasing every inch of him. Kenshin's mind spiraled, consumed by the sensations she was creating, by the knowledge that she was in complete control.

Finally, Akane's hands moved to his cock, wrapping around his shaft in a firm grip. Kenshin gasped, his body arching off the bed as she began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate.

He could feel the pressure building, his body straining toward release, but she held him just on the edge, refusing to let go.

"Cum when I say," she ordered, her voice a velvet whip that snapped him back to reality.

Kenshin's breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. The sensation was excruciating, every stroke of her hand driving him closer to the brink, yet keeping him just out of reach. He moaned, his voice high and desperate as he struggled to obey her command.

"Please," he begged, his voice breaking. "Please, Akane."

But she merely smiled, her eyes dark with desire as she continued her relentless torment. Kenshin's vision blurred, his body slick with sweat as he fought to maintain control.

The room seemed to spin, the world narrowing down to the feel of her hand on his cock, the sound of her voice in his ears.

And then, finally, she relented. "Now," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

With a strangled cry, Kenshin exploded, his climax crashing over him in a torrent of pleasure. His body convulsed, his hips bucking wildly as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over him. He could hear Akane's laughter, low and throaty, as she rode out his orgasm, her hand never faltering in its rhythm.

When the last shudders subsided, Kenshin lay panting, his body spent and sated. Akane released his wrists and ankles, her fingers untangling the scarves with practiced ease. He watched her through half-lidded eyes, the sensation of her touch still lingering on his skin.

She climbed onto the bed, straddling his prone form as she leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. "Well done, young man." she murmured, her voice soft and approving.

Kenshin's lips curved into a tired smile, his body humming with contentment. "Thank you, ma'am." he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Akane kissed him again, this time on the lips, her touch gentle and loving. "Anytime," she replied, her tone promising more nights like this.

As she pulled away, Kenshin felt a pang of regret, a longing for more. But he knew they had the whole night ahead of them, and he couldn't wait to see where their desires would take them next.

Akane's fingers traced lazy circles on Kenshin's chest as they lay entangled in the sheets, their bodies still humming with the afterglow of their intense encounter.

The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting shadows that danced across the walls like whispers of their forbidden love.

"Kenshin," Akane murmured, her voice thick with desire and something else—something deeper, more primal. "We have all night, don't we?"

Kenshin looked up at her, his eyes half-lidded with drowsiness but filled with anticipation. "Yes," he breathed, his hand finding hers and squeezing gently. "All night."

Akane smiled, a slow, predatory curve of her lips that sent a shiver down Kenshin's spine. She leaned down, her hair cascading around them like a silken curtain, and kissed him deeply.

His arms instinctively wrapped around her, pulling her closer as their tongues danced together, a tender yet passionate farewell to the last moments of restraint.

When she pulled away, Akane's eyes were gleaming with mischief. "Let's make this night more special," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

Kenshin nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "Whatever you want, Akane."

She grinned and slid off the bed, her movements fluid and graceful. Kenshin watched her, his breath catching in his throat as she moved to the dresser and opened a drawer. From within, she pulled out a small, velvet box, its surface smooth and cool to the touch.

"Bought this earlier this evening, when you went to the meeting," she said, her tone casual, almost nonchalant. But there was an undercurrent of excitement in her voice, a sort of electric anticipation that made Kenshin's pulse quicken.

He sat up, his curiosity piqued. "What is it?"

Akane didn't answer right away. Instead, she opened the box with a flourish, revealing a collection of delicate, shimmering chains and cuffs. Kenshin's eyes widened as he took in the sight, the metallic glint of the restraints catching the light.

"Thought we could play with these tonight," she said, her voice low and sultry. "If you're up for it."

Kenshin swallowed hard, his mouth dry. The idea of being bound, of surrendering control to Akane, sent a thrill of arousal coursing through him. He nodded eagerly, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for the chains.

"I'm up for anything," he replied, his voice hoarse with desire.

Akane's smile widened, and she stepped closer, her fingers brushing against his as she took the chains from him. "Good," she said softly. "Because I have plans for you, Kenshin."

She knelt beside him, her hands moving with practiced ease as she began to bind his wrists. The metal felt cold against his skin, but the sensation quickly gave way to a comforting warmth as Akane's touch lingered.

She secured the first cuff tightly, then moved on to the other wrist, ensuring he was restrained securely but not painfully.

Once his wrists were bound, Akane turned her attention to his ankles. She repeated the process, her fingers deft and sure as she fastened the cuffs around his legs. Kenshin let out a soft sigh, his body relaxing as he surrendered himself fully to her will.

"There," she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear as she finished. "Now, no running away."

Kenshin chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent another shiver down Akane's spine. "Wouldn't dream of it," he replied, his voice teasing.

Akane's eyes darkened with desire, and she leaned in to kiss him once more, her lips pressing against his with a hunger that left no room for doubt. Kenshin responded eagerly, his tongue seeking hers as he deepened the kiss, their breaths mingling in the dim, intimate space.

Akane's lips moved down his body, never leaving his skin, peppering kisses along his neck and collarbone as she went. Each brush of her lips sent a jolt of electricity through Kenshin's veins, heightening his arousal even further.

"Akane," he gasped, his voice trembling with need. "Please..."

She paused, her fingers stilling on his skin as she met his gaze. "What do you want, Kenshin?" she asked, her voice low and sultry. "Tell me."

He swallowed hard, his mind racing. There were so many desires swirling within him, so many wants and needs that he struggled to articulate. But one thought stood out above the rest, clear and undeniable.

"I want you," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "I want you to take me, to show me how much you desire me."

Akane's eyes darkened with lust, and she leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a feather-light kiss. "Oh, Kenshin," she murmured. "You have no idea how badly I want you."

With that, she shifted her position, straddling his hips as she leaned down to capture his lips in a searing kiss. Kenshin responded instantly, his hands straining against their bindings as he arched up towards her, seeking more of her touch.

Akane broke the kiss, her breathing heavy as she pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. "Spread your legs," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Kenshin hesitated for only a moment before obeying, spreading his legs wide as he waited for her next move. Akane's gaze trailed down his body, lingering on the hard length of him before she reached down to stroke him, her touch firm and confident.

The sensation was electrifying, sending a wave of pleasure crashing over Kenshin as he closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of her hand on him. But Akane wasn't done yet. She continued her slow, steady strokes, her fingers teasing and tormenting him as she built his arousal higher and higher.

"Look at me," she ordered, her voice sharp with authority.

Kenshin's eyes snapped open, locking onto hers as he fought to maintain control. Akane's gaze was fierce, filled with a raw, undeniable hunger that sent a thrill of excitement coursing through him.

"That's it," she purred, her thumb grazing the sensitive tip of him. "Take it, Kenshin. Take everything I give you."

Her words were a catalyst, pushing him past the point of no return. Kenshin's body tensed, his muscles quivering with the effort of holding back as long as he could. But it was too much, the combined sensations overwhelming his senses until he could hold on no longer.

With a cry of release, Kenshin came hard, his body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over him. Akane held him close, her hands never faltering as she guided him through his climax, her touch grounding him in the midst of the storm.

When the tremors finally subsided, Kenshin lay panting, his body spent and sated. Akane released his wrists and ankles, her fingers untangling the chains with practiced ease. He watched her through half-lidded eyes, the sensation of her touch still lingering on his skin.

She climbed onto the bed, straddling his prone form as she leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. "Well done," she murmured, her voice soft and approving.

Kenshin's lips curved into a tired smile, his body humming with contentment. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Akane kissed him again, this time on the lips, her touch gentle and loving. "Anytime," she replied, her tone promising more nights like this, more moments of shared passion.

As she pulled away, Kenshin felt a pang of regret, a longing for more. But he knew they had the whole night ahead of them, and he couldn't wait to see where their desires would take them next.

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The next morning, the sun had risen fully, casting a warm glow across the bedroom. Kenshin and Akane lay together in the bed, tangled in the sheets.

Kenshin had fallen asleep, Akane resting his head gently on her chest. She absentmindedly ran her fingers through his hair, her eyes half-lidded as she took in the moment.

Akane leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the top of Kenshin's head before resting her head back on the pillow.

As she drifted off into a light sleep, Akane felt Kenshin shift beside her. He wrapped his arms around her tightly in his sleep, his grip firm but comforting. His lips barely parted as he muttered her name softly, and she smiled, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

She snuggled closer to him, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment. Both of them were completely spent, but neither of them could have asked for a better night.

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A/N: I think the sex scene was pretty decent right? I'm not good at these but I felt like I needed to add one at this particular point.

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