~Naruto Wedding blurbs - The First Look~
Shikamaru hadn’t understood why his dad insisted that they do a ‘first look’ before the ceremony. He marrying the person who was meant for him - his mate, his Obsession. He spent the better part of their relationship looking at them, categorizing and memorizing every tiny thing about their face and body for his own greedy pleasure. He knew what their wedding attire looked like, having gone with them to pick it out so they would match during the ceremony and reception. He sat with them during fittings and alterations to make sure everything fit.
He didn’t understand why he had to do this. Why did he have to do this when he knew what you were going to look like?
Troublesome.
The only reason he relented was because his dad got into your ear about it and you decided it was a good idea. Whatever made you happy. Always.
‘And forever,’ he purred to himself, mouth twitching into a smirk. His heart pounded in his chest, the word echoing inside of him with every beat. The fog slipped around the edges of his eyes. By the end of the day, he’ll be your husband. By tomorrow morning, he’ll be your mate, your bite mark scarring his throat. The next week will be spent naked and sweaty, so....fucking....full...wet...hot....sticky...messy
“Okay,” his father’s voice broke through the fog, jerking him back to reality “You may turn around.”
“About time,” Shikamaru scoffs, his annoyance obvious as he turned around, “I don’t see why we need...to...do...this”
Oh.
Breath caught in his throat, he shoots a wide-eyed look at his father, who grins smugly over his glass of water, before turning back to your smiling face. Dilated brown eyes wandered over your form, over the wedding attire that he recognized but somehow didn’t. The cloth seemed to take on new life now that it was on your body on your wedding day.
Your wedding to him.
His knees threatened to buckle as you approached.
“Hi baby,” you whisper as his trembling hands pull you close, “You look so handsome.”
“Alpha.” The word is strangled as he breaks, overwhelmed tears falling from his eyes. “My Y/N.”
“Its okay,” you coo, rocking him gently in your arms as he sobs, choking as he vibrates under his skin, “Let it out. Let it out.”
----
Inuzuka’s don’t marry. A bite scar means more than a ring. Rings and ceremonies and big parties aren’t as binding as sinking your teeth into willing flesh and leaving a mark. The pomp and pizazz of weddings meant fuck all to them.
Still, the Inuzuka had their traditions around mating. Just because they didn’t plan elaborate ceremonies didn’t mean that their mateships and promises of being someone’s partner for life weren’t celebrated.
The biggest tradition - the one Kiba was been most excited for - was the mating run. He had dreamed of the day where his Alpha would chase him across the forest, catch him, mount him, and breed him filthy and nasty like an animal where anyone could stumble across them. He wouldn’t make it easy for them but he had every intention to submit when they caught him. His Alpha had already proved themselves a worthy mate - a strong, capable, loving, family-orientated partner - so it was just a matter of making it official with a run and a bite.
Kiba stood at the starting point at the edge of the forest, donned in only a thin pair of boy-short underwear. There was no point in wearing more clothes when they were only going to get torn and discarded when you claimed him. He wanted to be shoved into the dirt and violated in the most primal way you could manage as a human.
His Alpha appeared in a burst of chakra behind him and he slicked in response, goading them. Enticing them. Luring them in with the promises of euphoria they’ll find between his legs if they can catch him. He wants their mouth on him and their cock in him and their bite sealing them together to death do they fucking part.
Kiba’s ready.
“How long of a head start do I give you?” you ask, voice dropped into a purring growl. He can smell your own arousal and he’s tempted to drop to his knees right there and offer himself up to be used.
“Three minutes,” he purrs as he turns around. The purr stutters in his chest as he takes in your own running attire.
Or lack thereof.
Dressed as immodestly as he is, you stand proud and aroused. He can see the outline of your half-hard cock in your underwear, a small dot of precum dampening the fabric. Kiba turns back around quickly, salivating.
“Make that one minute,” he mewls, crouching down onto all fours and taking off into the darkness of the forest.
If his pace was slower than normal, that was his business.
----
You married Sasuke by signing papers in a small office shortly after he completed his sentence and probation. Neither of you had the patience to plan a wedding at the time, too engrossed in reconnecting and working on moving forward after years of pain and loneliness. Neither of you wanted to deal with the backlash of some of the more unforgiving people in the village either.
You both knew they would show up to protest the ceremony. There would have been a fight and Naruto can only therapy-no-jutsu so many people at once.
So you waited to have a ceremony on your five year anniversary. You went all out for your Omega. You commissioned a new, upgraded wedding ring from a shop that many Uchiha had commissioned from in the past and proposed in an elaborate and private set-up in the compound with only your daughter in attendance. He accepted with the softest look in his eyes and proceeded to ride you so hard that you went cross-eyed for a hot moment as soon as you put your baby to bed. Before actually planning the wedding, neither of you had never given First Looks much thought. You hadn’t even heard of it before Naruto brought it up during cake testing. Sasuke was easily convinced when Naruto said it would be a great moment to capture in photos.
Because if there was one thing that Sasuke loved, it was pictures. Every single wall in your home was covered in family photos. “Okay, you can turn around,” Naruto calls out as soon as Sakura and Iruka settle into their positions, cameras poised and ready.
You did, slowly turning with the expectation of catching the dark gaze of your Omega.
Instead, you were met with a different pair of dark eyes, identical to the ones you know and love. “Appa!” your daughter giggled, dressed in her own wedding attire, “Is me!”
Overcome with emotion, you kneeled down as she ran to you, arms thrown up to showcase her bright red dress, “Look! I’m wearing a princess dress!”
“You most certainly are,” you agree, picking her up and settling her on your hip, “And you look so beautiful.” She smiles shyly, fiddling with the hem, “Thank you.” “I agree with your Appa,” a smooth voice echoes from the other side of the room, “You are so beautiful.”
“Oma!” Your baby’s face lights up as Sasuke steps from around the corner, dressed in his own wedding attire. You can feel your heart pound hard, shaken at his beauty.
‘Wow,’ you mouth at him as he approaches. The lightest dusting of pink settles across his face.
