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How are they with their pregnant partner?

Headcanons NSFW (18+)

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Synopsis: Pregnant, your husband/partner is over the moon. But how would he take care of you during pregnancy?

Style: Cute, fluffy, female reader. A little NSFW bonus for each character!

Alert: May contain story spoilers for some characters.

Characters: Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya, Xiao, Venti, Albedo, Kazuha, Tartaglia/Childe.

Note: For this headcanon, I assume that the reader is of age and that she has been in a relationship with the genshin boy for a while!

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Diluc

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When Diluc learned that you were pregnant, his world was turned upside down.

He was happy and scared at the same time. You had offered him your heart without hesitation and now you were giving him a child.

He was already so afraid of losing you, of not being able to protect you or of hurting you, so having a child... Will he be able to guarantee his a peaceful and calm life? Or to be a good father? What if he left too soon, just like his own father? Did he even have the right to have a family?

"Diluc, darling calm down." - You had caressed his cheek, then his ear, before tangling your fingers in his hair and pressing his forehead against yours. The softness in your eyes soothed him. - "You'll be wonderful. You always have been." - His hands had stopped shaking as he took yours in his. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. The fear had left him. Happiness was right there in front of his eyes, he loved you so much and he would love the new life the two of you had created just as much.

Diluc was too protective of you. He would never let you go out alone for fear that something would happen to you on the way. Even when you had to fetch a simple fork from the living room, he would take it for you. You had to scold him a bit by explaining that you weren't made of sugar, just pregnant.

Be prepared to feel his hands on your belly a lot when you are in private! He loves to caress it and when he feels your child's kick for the first time, the tears will roll down his cheeks.

He has taken to resting his head on your belly and talking to the baby when you are asleep. "I'll protect you and mom," "I love you both so much."

Another habit of his ( very adorable), is to help you, when you go out or stand too long, to support the weight of your belly. Whether in public or private, he will stand behind you, rest his chin on your shoulder and then support you with his hands resting under your belly (a few kisses, "I love you's" and praise are given as a bonus!).

He will personally cook for you, even asking his gardeners to grow some vegetables for you. He loves to pamper you, so don't be surprised if he brings you a beautifully flowered tray to bed.

Diluc didn't care if he had a boy or a girl, all he wanted was for his child to be healthy. The idea of giving birth frightened him a little... What if it went wrong? He would stay by your side and make sure he had the best doctors, midwives and nurses available.

You could say that your pregnancy brought Diluc closer to his brother, Kaeya. Even though it was complicated, Diluc gradually accepted that Kaeya would come to visit you, bringing gifts for the baby from time to time. He even tolerated that he was there during his absence, half reassured that you would not be left alone. We all need an Uncle Kaeya!

Diluc will never leave the mansion without giving you a hug and saying "I love you". He usually promises to return as soon as possible. He hates being away from you!

Diluc is even more adorable with you since the pregnancy. You'll feel like you're falling in love with him all over again. His love for you and your child is endless. He will definitely be a very good, loving and warm father.

Bonus NSFW:

Diluc was amazed at how much you've been craving sex since you got pregnant. Even though your sex life was already full, you now go to him more than once a day to solicit his help, pulling his tie to lure him into your bedroom. His cheeks were flushed with excitement...

The first time, he was so afraid of hurting you that he made you cum on his fingers and tongue, putting his needs completely aside. The second time, you reassured him that the baby was not at risk, that he could penetrate you without any problem. You didn't have to say it twice.

He will still go slowly at first, treating you like glass that can shatter at the touch of his fingers. His back and forth is sensual as his fingers happily caress your belly. He can't stop kissing you, his tongue latching onto yours. His hands roam your body with passion, enjoying the softness of your skin against his palms.

He can't resist your demand to go faster and harder, penetrating you relentlessly, his mouth letting out a few moans and grunts. He rarely got to a point where he couldn't control his own sounds from coming out of his mouth, he didn't know if it was your hormones affecting him too or if it was the knowledge that you were pregnant with him, but he felt insatiable, just like you. His sex hurt as he quickened the pace of his thrusts, surrendering to the softness of your walls tightening around him.

He savored the feel of your hand on his shoulder blades, feeling his every move. He cum inside you, again and again, going straight back to the assault when he was done. He was going to satiate you in the best way possible, as many times as necessary.

Zhongli

Well, avoid telling him that if he has a cup of tea in his hand.

He will look at you silently with round eyes. He doesn't know how to process the information. Did you just tell him you were pregnant? Zhongli had never had a child, even after several millennia of existence. He didn't know how to be a good father, he had no role models after all. Besides, he was an ancient god, the first adepti, he could put you and the child in danger. And finally, how was your pregnancy and delivery going to go when the child came from a being as powerful and ancient as he was?

"Zhongli?"

He gasped when he noticed the distress in your eyes at his (no) reaction. You were afraid, so afraid that he was angry with you. Zhongli dropped whatever he was doing to take you in his arms, regretting the thoughts that had gone through him.

"Forgive me dear, it's all right." - He hid his blushing face in your neck, preventing you from seeing the dreamy little smile forming on his lips. - "Thank you. Thank you for this wonderful gift. I love you." -

He had never known such happiness. When he looked at your belly, he imagined himself carrying his child in his arms, rocking him gently as he sang the lullaby an old friend had taught him.

Zhongli will take care of you as if you were the most fragile of gems. This is when you notice that he is extremely good at massages. He will often ask you how you feel and if you need anything.

He will go into depth about the benefits of tea just for you. Cook healthy foods. He will clean the house thoroughly to avoid any mess.

Like Diluc, Zhongli will be far too protective of you. He has lost too much in his life, and if anything happens to you or your child, he will not be able to bear it. He will tend to gently pull Childe away from you for fear that he will be too intrusive or exhausting.

The adeptis who know Zhongli's true identity will protect you with the utmost care. This was not Zhongli's doing of course, he felt it was not their duty to protect you, but his own. "Well, isn't that Xiao over there? It's rare to see him in town. "

When you're at home, he loves to crouch down in front of you to kiss your rounded belly. He finds it so adorable. Sometimes he just lays his head on it while wrapping his arms around you. Bonus if he feels the baby move!

At night, Zhongli will have this little habit of putting his hand on your belly to sleep.

You're much more sensitive now that you're pregnant. The first time you yelled at him because of a little remark he made to you, he flinched. He wasn't used to hearing you yell, you were usually so gentle and patient with him. It was Mrs. Ping who had to explain to him the principle of "hormones". He will make you a romantic dinner to soothe and relax you!

Zhongli will cherish you even more than usual. Not a day goes by without him saying "I love you". He will kiss you whenever he can, on the lips if possible and for as long as necessary. He will make sure to come home early from work and bring you a gift for you and the baby every time.

Zhongli will be a very affectionate and patient father, completely gaga.

NSFW Bonus:

Like Diluc, he will be surprised at first to see you so excited. You had explained to him that it was your hormones that made you feel that way. Don't worry, this man will be happy to satisfy you, as many times as it takes.

He'll position you on top of him most of the time, allowing his fingers to caress and excite your sex while his mouth works on yours. He will make you moan his name like a chorus, savoring the lust in your voice. He had never seen you so excited, which made him painfully hard.

He has to make you cum at least twice on his fingers before he'll allow himself to think about his own pleasure. He will position you on his sex, penetrating you slowly to avoid hurting you. Once fully inside, he'll wait a few seconds for you to adjust to his size, his hand sensually caressing your waist, the other gripping your buttocks.

He'll slowly begin to move you up and down on him, gritting his teeth at the sensation. You were already tightening on him, he had to make a superhuman effort not to cum immediately. He tightened his fingers on your buttocks to speed up the pace, making you scream his name.

When you cum first, Zhongli let out a loud grunt, rocking you back and forth on the bed to pound you in search of his own pleasure. He looked at your belly from time to time, imagining the little fetus growing inside. This image of you with a round belly finished him off, he cum inside you, letting out a loud moan of your name as you were swept away in a final orgasm. He'll give you time to rest before he leaves again...

Kaeya

What? What? Baby?

Kaeya is completely lost. It's not that he's not happy to hear the news, on the contrary, he just wants to take you in his arms and twirl you around. But he is also conflicted about his situation. He knows that one day he will be forced to choose between Khaenri'ah and Mondstadt, a painful choice that will inevitably put you in danger. Keaya had left you alone that day, abandoning you in tears as you fell to the ground on your knees.

Kaeya returned late that evening, determined to protect you from everything, even the world itself. His choice was you and only you. But when he returned and saw you where he had left you, in the dark, broken down and crying, he broke down. He ran to you, knelt down and took you in his arms.

"Forgive me sunshine, forgive me, I'm so sorry! I am here now. I won't leave anymore, forgive me." He tenderly stroked your hair, burying his face in your neck waiting for your response. He thought you were going to reject him, tell him to leave and stay away, but instead you greeted him with loud sobs and arms hugging him to you.

From that day on, he never left you again, at least not without saying "see you tonight." Or "I love you, I'll be back soon." He will always bring you a rose from his outings.

He calms his teasing side a bit, preferring to avoid pissing you off. He knows that pregnancy can be exhausting, so he'll do whatever it takes to support you.

You tend to cry a lot because of your hormones. The first time you started crying, just like that, for no apparent reason, Kaeya was in a panic. He would try to soothe you in a rather awkward way, but at the same time so adorable. He always ended up making you laugh.

He loves talking to his baby! Even when your belly is still flat, he can't help himself, which makes you laugh a lot. - "Can you hear that my little princess? Mommy is laughing at daddy." - Kaeya often mentions a little girl, this is his dream. Don't worry, if you give birth to a boy he will love it just as much!

He has already bought lots of clothes (girl and boy, sometimes even neutral), he often talks to you about the decoration of the room, or the names you will give to your child!

Zhongli may be gaga, but Kaeya is on a higher level! He loves to talk about his unborn child and Diluc is often the victim of this.

He loves to see you pregnant, he never stops telling you how beautiful you are (even though he thought so even before you were pregnant).

He always makes sure he's home before you go to bed. In bed, he'll gently massage your belly, dotting your neck with kisses and flooding your ears with sweet words.

Kaeya will be a very good father. Protective and favoring his family over everything else.

NSFW Bonus:

You won't have to explain the reason for your sudden arousal. Kaeya will already be undressing you against the wall, his cool fingers roaming over your skin. His lips took hold of yours as he settled one of his hands on your already soaked slit.

He made sure you were ready for him before removing his own clothes and wrapping your thighs around his hips. He'll position himself at your throbbing entrance, his other hand grasping your buttock for support. He'll come in all at once, starting without delay to pound you.

He was incredibly needy himself, which made him incredibly hard. Your moans were driving him crazy as he increased the already frantic pace. He squeezed your thighs painfully, moving down to your knees to get them off his hips. He bent your legs a little more, pinning your knees to the wall, forcing your back straight against the hard surface. He moved closer to you.

He pounded you mercilessly, reaching incredible depths. His strokes were faster, closer together, you moaned his name over and over. The sound of your natural lubricant filled the room.

Kaeya was on the verge of orgasm, the spasms that ran through you told him that you would soon come too. He pulled back his face previously hidden in your neck to kiss you languidly. This simple gesture was enough to make you come, moaning loudly into his mouth. Kaeya followed you not far behind. He took time to catch his breath before taking you to bed for another round.

Xiao

To put it simply, you broke Xiao, error 404, Xiao must restart.

You've never seen him in shock before? Well, now he is. He will drop the spear he was holding when you told him. He won't know what to say to you, or what to think. His mouth hung open and his eyes were riveted on yours. He was completely frozen in place, his hands slightly shaking. He didn't flinch when you approached him to hug him, which in itself was very encouraging.

"It's going to be okay Xiao. I'm here, there will be two of us. Everything will be fine, I promise." - Your words soothed him a little. You stroked his back in a comforting gesture. Xiao raised his arms in extreme slowness to return your embrace.

For the next few days, Xiao didn't dare approach you. He was so afraid of hurting you and the baby. He always kept his distance from you, his karma suddenly weighing more heavily on his shoulders. Sometimes he would disappear for days at a time. It wasn't until you cried out his name that he came back, permanently. He couldn't bear to make you cry, nor could he bear to let you think he didn't love you anymore, because nothing could be further from the truth.

He made great efforts on himself. Even daring to touch your belly which was incubating his child. When he wanted to withdraw his hand, you put yours on it, silently telling him to continue.

When your belly grew, Xiao was behind you to caress it. He savored this incredible sensation, an intimate moment shared between you, your baby and him. He still found it hard to believe that he had been able to create a being as pure as a child.

Sometimes he would sit in a chair, on the bed, or on the balcony railing just to look at you with love and adoration while you went about your business. When you asked him why he looked at you like that, he simply replied, "I think you are beautiful...". Xiao knew how to make you blush violently, even if he didn't do it on purpose!

Since your pregnancy, you sometimes take naps on your bed, your couch or sometimes even on the swing on the balcony. If you ever fell asleep while Xiao was away, once you returned he would take you in his arms and sit you on his lap. He will rock you gently, whispering how much he loves you and how happy you make him.

He sometimes wonders if he will have a girl or a boy. If he or she will look like you or if the resemblance will come from him.

He will bring you crystal cores, lapis hearts or Qingxin flowers from time to time. He loves to see your eyes shining at his little attentions.

At night, when you are deeply asleep, Xiao will take advantage of this moment to kiss your belly, caressing the lower part. Every night, he makes a promise to himself to protect both of you. You are so precious to him.

Xiao is worse than Diluc and Zhongli when it comes to your safety. No matter how much you explain to him that he is doing too much, he will never stop being overprotective!

Xiao is an extremely gentle and distant father. He loves his child, but because of who he is, he will always be afraid to be around him. He made sure to let him know that he loves him and that he will always be there for him!

NSFW Bonus:

When you moaned his name so he could satisfy your cravings, Xiao unintentionally tore your clothes. His cheeks were incredibly hot as he felt the tension in his pants rise. He would lay you down on the first flat surface he could find, in this case, it was the dining room table. He removed his layer of clothing before attending to your need.

Xiao will first pleasure you with his tongue, lazily caressing your belly with his free hand, a reminder to him that he should not be too rough with you. At the same time, he'll pleasure himself by pumping his already erect sex. Part of him loved seeing you so excited, he could feel your hands gripping his hair to bring him even closer to you.

As soon as he's made you cum with his tongue, he'll penetrate you hard, leaning his torso towards you, your legs bent in half against your chest. He'll start right away with a fast pace, moaning your name and growling how much he loved being inside you.

He didn't understand why he was so excited. Was it because you were carrying his child? No matter, what he wanted now was to make you scream his name, to make you beg again and again for the pleasure he would gladly give you. The table moved at the same rhythm as his blows, making the feet of the furniture rub hard on the floor.

His speed increased and his angle of penetration changed as he straightened his back. He felt your legs shake in his hands as your walls tightened around him. When you came, Xiao followed right behind you. He pulled back gently, kissing your belly with love.

Venti

He blinked a few times before he grasped the information.

"Eh? What? Pregnant!?" - He will abruptly get up from the chair he was sitting in before rushing over to you. He will take your hands in his, scanning your eyes carefully. - "Really?! "And when you nodded your head to confirm it, it was an explosion of joy.

Venti had never thought of starting a family, just as he had never thought of being able to love. All of this was a concept completely removed from who he was. But he had changed, his friends had changed him, but it was mostly you who had completely transformed his World View.

He will happily announce the news to everyone he meets. He is so proud! You will have to scold him to stop, or maybe it will be Jean or Diluc who will do it, not being able to stand the screaming in the streets for one and the tavern for the other (poor Diluc).

He learns from Lisa all he needs to know to take good care of a child. She will also give him some tips on how to take care of yourself during the pregnancy.

When you are at home, both of you on the couch with your heads resting on his shoulder, Venti will start playing the lyre. He had read that it was good for a child to listen to music, even while still in the womb. Seeing that it also relaxed you, it killed two birds with one stone!

Venti would often talk to your belly, tell you about his day, sing songs, explain how funny playing in the rain can be. He'll often end on a romantic note, whispering with a sweet smile about how wonderful and sweet his mommy is, how much he loves you and how much he owes you for the life you give him...

He'll give you a juicy apple after each of his outings, which he'll cut up for you and put in your mouth.

Venti will take care of everything for you, especially at this late stage of pregnancy. He was impressed by the size of your belly at the end of the eighth month, wondering if there was really only one in there.

He wants you to call him as soon as you feel your baby do somersaults in your belly! He loves to put his hands down to feel it: "Haha, that's my baby! Can you feel him (y/n)? He has so much energy!". Just like his daddy, you might think.

If you are asleep when he returns from a mission with the traveler, he will sit beside you and stroke your hair. He will whisper in your ear that he loves you before moving down to your belly to kiss it. He will prepare you a good meal to revive you.

As Barbatos, Venti will bless his child. He will ask Dvalin to be his protector (an equivalent of a godfather), which he will accept out of respect for his old friend. Dvalin's relationship with your child will be nothing short of beautiful and strong.

Venti will be an exemplary father who knows how to make his wife and child smile! He always sees the good side of life, which will have a strong influence on his offspring.

NSFW Bonus:

Venti will first look at you with round eyes as you settle over him, eyes full of lust. Your fingers unbuttoned his shirt, shaking until his hand stopped you. He brought your face close to his, a smirk on his lips as he kissed you.

He slowly undressed you, caressing your skin sensually. He removed anything that might be in the way, your clothes as well as his own, simply keeping his shirt open. He laid you on your stomach, the cushions of the sofa on which you were sitting a few minutes before supporting your weight pleasantly.

He positioned himself over you, his hand caressing your breasts, then moving down to your belly, which was carrying his child. He kissed the back of your neck, leaving your belly and moving down between your thighs. You were already ready for him, which made him smile. He lifted your hips slightly to give him better access.

Venti penetrated you like this, going at first at a gentle, sensual pace. He slowly gave in to his own pleasure, grabbing your hips for support as he penetrated you faster. The sounds you were making were driving the pleasure up inside him, he closed his eyes as he gritted his teeth, drops of sweat falling from his face to land on your back.

You screamed his name as the pleasure took you over. Venti followed you shortly after, slowing the pace of his thrusts in sync with your spasms. He was going to love this pregnancy...

Albedo

Albedo looked up from his papers and slowly put his pen down on his desk before turning his stool toward you.

His face was stoic, but you could read curiosity and...incomprehension in his eyes?

"Can you repeat that please?" - Erg, that was a bad sign. - "I'm pregnant Albedo..."

Pregnant? No way. Albedo was a homunculus, or at least that's what he always thought he was. Beings like him were supposed to be sterile, so how? In the multitude of possible theories that ran through his head, the one that you might have had an affair with another man made him blanch. His icy gaze scanned you, and what you read in it hurt even more. Your tears began to flow and you didn't wait for his answer to go away from him. Albedo did not move. You had been together for a few years now, he knew you, he knew in his heart that you would never cheat on him. He believed you, trusted you when you told him it was his child. The fear invaded his heart when he understood how much he had hurt you. He immediately went to find you to make amends.

He found you sitting on the couch with your face buried in your hands. The sight made his heart ache. He cautiously approached you, kneeling down in front of you and gently placing his hand on your knee. You looked at him with teary red eyes, his smile easing your pain. "What shall we call him?". You offered him a weak, trembling smile. He straightened up on his knees to hug you.

Albedo will take incredible care of you. He will read all the books in the knight's library about pregnancy and how to take good care of a child.

Sucrose will often be there to support you both. Albedo often asked him to stay with you when he had to go to Dragonspine for research. He will send you a letter every day asking how you are doing. He will always tell you that he misses you terribly and can't wait to get home to you.

He loves to cook for you. He'll be happy to make every dish and dessert you suddenly want. He'll become an expert at making strawberry and cheesecake, sometimes handing you a strawberry or letting you lick the spoonful of cream. (He occasionally teases you by putting cream on your nose.)

Albedo is more smiley and warm since your pregnancy. He will often hug you, your back against his chest. He will place his hands on your belly to feel his baby move.

Like Diluc, the first time he felt the baby move, tears rolled down his cheeks. Albedo was an exceptional alchemist, he was able to create life from nothing. But this child, his child, was a little piece of you and him. He felt so human today.

He will often massage your swollen ankles with essential oils he created himself.

When you go out together in the streets of Mondstadt, Albedo will hold your hand so you don't get lost. He protects you from the crowd and makes you sit on a bench when he thinks you've been standing too long.

Albedo took care of Klee for a long time while Alice was away. He knows how to deal with children, even if a baby is a first for him. He will be a loving and gentle father who loves to play games that mix fun and education.

NSFW Bonus:

When you whispered in his ear that you wanted him, a shiver ran down Albedo's back. He abandoned whatever he was doing to take you to your shared room, laying you on your back as he settled between your legs.

He removed his clothes slowly, watching your reactions carefully. When you begged him to undress you too, a smirk settled on his lips. He obeyed without asking, noticing that you were already incredibly wet. He knew that a pregnant woman's hormones could have that effect, so he had prepared himself by making himself available to you.

Albedo will be really gentle with you, kissing the skin he can reach while he pleasures you with his fingers. When you had cum, he would lick your substance greedily before kissing you back, making you moan with incredible sensuality. Albedo couldn't take it anymore, so he set up his sex at your entrance, thrusting first the head and then the rest in a slow, methodical way.

His rhythm was slow and precise, each time he hit bottom he rubbed that precise spot that made you cry. You were both sweating, your bodies crying out for the release you so desperately wanted.

Albedo wrapped your legs around his hips before accelerating. In this position, he was even better at pressing on your G-spot. His hair swayed with his continuous back and forth movement, he could feel your scratches on his back. Your screams pleasantly deafened his ears as you squeezed around him. He released his cum into you, moaning into your ear as his hands sought yours, intertwining your fingers together. He had done well to set up his workshop in his office...

Kazuha

Kazuha was cleaning his sword when you told him.

He will stop all his movements to look at you with amazed eyes. He will slowly put his katana in its scabbard before approaching you with caution. When he is at your height, his hand will come to rest on your cheek. His eyes would travel down to your belly before returning to you. The wind would encourage him with a gentle breeze, causing his tears to flow. He pulled you into his arms, kissing your neck, your ear, and anything else he could reach with love. "I love you so much my dew..."

You and Kazuha had lived as nomads for a long time. He had proposed you to settle in Liyue to educate your child. At first you refused, knowing his discomfort in remaining locked between four walls. By dint of insisting, he finally convinced you that it would only be for the duration of the pregnancy. He did not want you to lose your child because of him.

He found a small house outside the city and rebuilt it himself. You had a view of the sea and the city. He went to buy for you everything you needed to make you feel comfortable and to make your pregnancy a success.

Kazuha took advantage of the proximity of the sea to sail on the Crux fleet. He always tried to come back as soon as possible with a generous paycheck that Baidou had offered him.

He is very gentle with you, always knowing what to bring you for your pleasure. Every day with him is a smile and happiness.

He loves to lie on the grass with you on him. He will dreamily caress your already slightly rounded belly. "Kazuha, do you think we will have a girl or a boy?". He laughed gently at your question, answering you in a mysterious tone that the wind had already given him the answer, but that he was leaving you the pleasure of discovery.

Since you could not travel anymore for the moment, Kazuha would sometimes bring you books or paintings of landscapes you had never seen before. He always promised you that one day, the three of you would go to all these places.

Kazuha loved to watch you stroke your belly, talking to your child about your day. His heart would swell with happiness at the sight and it was rare that he didn't join you to enjoy the talk too.

One night, after dreaming of his old friend who had died at the hands of the electro archon, Baal, he had a sudden urge to take the vision of his friend in his hands. He took advantage of your sleep to try to revive the sacred object, bringing it close to your belly in the hope of detecting a reaction. To his astonishment, the object trembled slightly in his hands before calming down...

When visions of the past cloud Kazuha's mind, he would come to you with pleading eyes. You would gently bring him to you and lay him down beside you, he would gently lay his head on top of your belly while you caressed his hair, rocking him gently. Kazuha would fall asleep to the sound of your voice and the warmth emanating from your rounded belly.

You had never seen such a beautiful smile on his face before he felt the bumps on your baby belly. He would stay until the baby stopped moving, kissing your belly and then your lips when he was done.

Kazuha is a wise, patient and loving father. He will teach his child to listen to the sounds of nature and enjoy the simple pleasures of life.

NSFW bonus:

Kazuha had blushed violently when you whispered in his ear how much you wanted him to take you, right there, right now, against that tree. When he felt your hand wander inside his kimono, he grabbed your wrists, placing them above your head while his free hand lifted your dress above your hips. Kazuha would never make love to you outside, in plain sight, if he wasn't sure there was no one around, he knew how to listen to the sounds of nature and it whispered to him to let go...

His hand had gotten lost in your underwear, dipping two fingers into you, sensually rubbing the inside of your folds. He continued to hold your wrists together as he listened to your moans of pleasure. He wanted so badly to be inside you, to be one with you. He had felt insatiable since you told him you were pregnant, but he hadn't dared to tell you for fear you would push him away. He was delighted to see that you were in the same state as he was.

You quickly came on his fingers, and he silenced your cries by kissing you. He let go of your hands to free himself from his clothes, opening the top of his kimono which fell over his hips, completely exposing his toned torso. He loosened the belt that held the garment in place to pull his sex out of its confines. You placed your hands in his hair, removing the elastic that held it together. You thought he was so beautiful with his hair cascading over his shoulders. He wrapped your legs around his hips, slowly penetrating your soaked sex.

His pace was languidly slow. He let you moan into his neck, savoring the heat of your tongue against his skin. When you started moaning his name, telling him how good he was and how good it made you feel, Kazuha clenched his jaw, tightening his grip on your thighs as he picked up the pace.

He couldn't take it anymore, it felt incredibly good. He couldn't hold back the grunts that were getting stuck in his throat anymore. When he felt the telltale spasms of your vagina, he did everything he could to come at the same time as you. You called out his name as he moaned yours. He gradually slowed the sway of his hips, keeping pace with your orgasm. He whispered words of love in your ear, promising to do it again... But only at home.

Childe

He won't give you time to figure out what's happening to you, lifting you up at arm's length and spinning you around happily.

A family? He's always dreamed of it! He'll immediately send a letter to his siblings telling them the big news.

Childe will take charge of your safety. He knows that with his job, he can put you in danger, that's his biggest fear. He will find it difficult to trust those around him, rarely entrusting your care to one of his minions. He will keep you away from Fatui, moving you to a country house in Liyue.

He is very concerned about your welfare. He knows that he has taken you away from your family, so he will try to be with you as much as possible.

The only people Childe trusts completely are the traveler and Zhongli, with whom he has formed a (strange but sincere) friendship. He will sometimes ask the traveler to keep an eye on you when he is away. If unfortunately the traveler is in a foreign country, Zhongli will be happy to help him.

Childe will take the time to learn how to make wooden toys for his child. He thinks it's so cute when you sit next to him and watch him.

"Ah!" Childe will rush back into your house at the sound of your voice, concern clearly visible on his face." (y/n) What's going on?! "You had stared at him for a long time before laughing, Childe relaxed without really understanding what was going on. "It's nothing my wolf, I was just surprised by the baby, he just kicked." He dropped the fishing pole he was holding in his hand to rush over to you. He knelt down in front of you to place both hands on your belly. "Come on baby, daddy wants to feel you too. I'll be jealous of mommy if you don't say hello! " You giggled warmly, stroking your husband's hair as he waited patiently for a reaction from your child. His cheeks flushed as he first felt your belly swell under the fetal kicks. Of course, this will now become one of his favorite activities!

He will buy you lots of clothes for pregnant women, taking care to respect your tastes without looking at the expenses.

He likes to put you between his legs to look at the stars, putting his hands on yours that press on your lower belly. If you fall asleep, he will whisper words of love in your ear, caressing your hands with his thumb. He will carry you in his arms and lay you down in bed.

If robbers come to threaten you while he's away, call him, he has keen hearing and is never far away. Anger will make him mad, threatening his family is a direct threat to him. He'll lock you in the house so you don't have to see the carnage he's about to cause. He knew this side of him was disgusting, but he couldn't control it, his lust for battle and blood being stronger than anything.

He loves to run you a bath, massaging your aching limbs and cuddling your plump belly. He loves to imagine his life with you and your children. Childe has always told you he wants a big family.

One of the best fathers in my opinion. He will be very loving and protective, never letting his work take over his personal life.

Bonus NSFW:

Childe was working out in the backyard, shirtless and glistening with sweat, when he noticed your eyes sparkling with excitement on him. He tried to focus on what he was doing, but he couldn't deny his own fantasies that had been eating away at him since he knew you were carrying his child. He wanted you so badly that he sometimes left the bed in the middle of the night to calm down outside. He couldn't help his eyes from turning to your form sitting not far from him on a tree trunk that served as a bench. When he saw the sensual way you were biting your lower lips while looking at him with envy, he threw down his spear. He walked towards you to take you inside your house.

He gently set you down on the ground as he sat down on the wooden chair next to him. He unbuttoned the buttons on his pants as he watched you eagerly undress. He reached out to pull you on top of him, immediately trapping your lips with his as he held you with one hand in your hair. Without letting go of your lips, he grabbed one of your hands to wrap your fingers around his sex, slowly pumping you while he searched your folds with his free hand. In turn, he pleasured you by pinching your clit, forcing a moan of pleasure into his mouth. He added to your pleasure with two fingers that caressed your walls, touching to perfection the place that made you call his name.

He quickened the pace of his fingers as you did. He held back his orgasm, withdrawing your hand from him as you came on his fingers, he continued the swing of his hand until you calmed down, only then removing his fingers from you. He released his hold on your hair to place his hands on your hips, pulling you over him so he could impale you. Your nails scratched the skin of his neck as he lowered you onto him. Once you were fully inside, Childe helped you set a pace.

You were so tight around him, he could hardly hold back. He rocked his hips at the same pace as you, moaning into your neck. Eventually he let go, leading you in a frantic rhythm himself. When you had swung your head back, he took the opportunity to bite your nipples.

He waited patiently for you to cum first before releasing his own pressure, painting your walls white. He protectively wrapped his arms around your waist, drawing you against him without pulling back. You both caught your breath, holding each other tight. He lovingly kissed your skin before lifting you into the bedroom, promising in a kiss to love you in every way possible...

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fyeahmythoughts · 3 years ago

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Hello! I really love your Zhongli sagau fanfic

May I request a soft smut with zhongli x reader(zhongli sagau series)?

Like the reader wants to tell zhongli that they wants to do it but feels kinda shy so they accidentally distances themself from zhongli(accidentally avoiding/ignoring him). Zhongli thinks that you might have fallen out of love. So one night while cuddling , zhongli heartbroken decides to asks u

The rest is upto you, I hope it's not complicated to understand.

And love your works!

The desires of a dragon

AAA thank you! I'm glad you like my works!!

Soft loving Zhongli makes my heart go <3 Since this is an 18+ fic, I will not link the other fics related to this one, but they can be found in my masterlist under Zhongli's section!

cw: the following content is 18+

length: 5k

As a disclaimer, the reader is gender neutral in this - I did my best to limit description of the reader's sexual organs. Another disclaimer is that I've never posted any smut I've written online before - so please be kind to me o///o

Your fingers drummed across the smooth wooden surface of your desk for the umpteenth time.

A frustrated sigh.

Burying your head in your hands.

Strumming your fingers once more.

How on earth could it be so hard to face your emotions and speak to your spouse?

Too hard - it would seem.

Your eyes glanced over the framed photo of you and your beloved on the day he became your consort. Your husband.

Both of you dripped of fineries - jewelry and robes of the finest caliber decorating both of you - all masterpieces of Liyue.

It had been many months since that day.

And yet, you felt like a shy teenager when it came to initiating affection beyond simple, soft kisses.

You sighed once more.

You were well aware that Zhongli - Morax - was seated alone in your living room as you holed yourself up in your room under the pretense of work. Sipping on now lukewarm tea as you attempted to clear your mind and focus on the letters you had meant to review.

God. You couldn't, though.

Zhongli was nothing if not patient and reserved. When it came to anything in your relationship, he was too caught up in his worship of your every breath to dare to initiate affection.

You loved him with every fiber of your being, yet despite being a god you felt unable to discuss such matter with him.

Every part of him was beautiful - from his golden eyes that drank in every sight of you - lovelier than the skies painted by sunrise and sunset, to his long, silky hair - dripping across his back in a cascade of molten bronze.

He was so refined, so dignified - it sometimes made you feel ashamed of the urges he brought forth from the darker pits of your mind.

Today he had approached you in the evening, a lovely porcelain tea set upon a tray - steaming and allowing the scents of blackcurrant and hibiscus to linger in the dimly lit room.

You looked up from your book, eager to spend time with your beloved, when you froze in your seat.

He was dressed in a more casual - yet no less luxurious, than usual. A silky cream-toned blouse - the last few golden buttons left unbuttoned and allowing you a peek of his smooth, soft skin - his prominent collarbones and the dip of his décolletage.

His legs donned a dark - velvety pair of pants that hugged his slim hips and defined features, fanning out ever so slightly as they neared his feet.

You almost dropped your book, drinking in the sight of him.

"Tea?" he asked, his voice as steady and casual as ever as he set down the tray on the small wooden table before your sofa.

You gulped.

"Oh...thank you, Zhongli," you managed to utter, trailing off as your eyes lingered on his sharp jawline and the curve of his thin lips.

He smiled, taking a seat beside you.

"But I just remembered I have some urgent letters to look over!" you gasped, springing up from your seat and escaping - failing to notice the crestfallen expression on the Archon's face.

Fleeing - like a coward.

It had become an action far too frequent for your liking.

Zhongli would approach, gentle and loving as he always was - making conversation, or simply enjoying your presence - and your mind would overheat.

And you'd run. Too afraid to confront the sudden emotions brought forth into your mind.

It felt borderline disrespectful to think of a man as dignified as him in the way your mind wished to, at times.

So - your latest technique to curb those thoughts was avoidance.

A part of you felt that there was no real need to fear, but you simply couldn't make yourself talk about it. Not with Zhongli.

When you approached your bedroom, the sun had long since set behind the horizon, allowing a darkness to seep into the sky, leaving the ground below in its shadow.

Your home was cast under the veil of darkness - a few lone candles still allowing smoke to dribble from their snuffed wicks. It was quiet - yet not in the serene way you'd been used to. A tension hung in the clutches of the loud silence with every step you took across the hardwood floors, approaching your bedroom.

You slowly pushed the door open, peeking in.

Zhongli was laid in bed already - making no move in reaction as you slipped into the room.

You allowed a heavy silence to slip past your lips as you stepped out of your clothes, folding them neatly in a technique you'd learned from the very man you shared your bed with.

You raised the covers and sunk into your bed - the sheets felt cold under your bared flesh, sending a ripple of chills through your nerves. Carefully, you pulled the covers onto yourself, before turning to face your beloved.

To your surprise, his eyes were open.

Despite the dimness of the room, the glowing embers that were his eyes popped out to you.

You offered him an apologetic smile, before pulling him close.

Slowly - as if hesitating, he wrapped his arms around your frame.

"Did I wake you?" you asked, concerned.

He shook his head.

"I wasn't asleep."

You frowned, looking up to meet his gaze.

He seemed distant - his lids hanging over his eyes, allowing him to barely peek out at you from under his lashes. You could sense something was weighing him down as his lips parted, allowing a barely audible sigh to push past them.

"Morax?" you asked, feeling a swirling of cold fear and concern grow in the pit of your stomach.

"Hm?" he asked, trying to meet your gaze and to give you his most convincing smile.

It fell flat.

"What's wrong, love?" you asked, moving your hand up gently to cup his face.

His eyes shifted around the room - darting from one corner to another - avoiding meeting yours.

"Morax?" your voice grew more desperate, raising slightly above a whisper.

"It's nothing, your Grace."

Cold, unfiltered fear flooded through your veins, sending a wave of chills across your body - hairs raising.

"Morax...please, tell me," you whispered, pressing your forehead against his in a delicate touch - afraid that he might crack were you harsher with him.

When his eyes finally met yours - you could barely hold back a gasp. His eyes were lined with clear liquid - tears threatening to roll down his face any moment.

"Love?" you asked, your own voice cracking.

"Your Grace...are you tired of me?" he asked, his voice shaky as he gathered up the words swirling within his head, finally allowing the dam to break.

Your eyes widened as you sat up, shaking your head quickly.

"No, not at all! Why would you think that?" you asked, staring into his saddened eyes as he, too, shifted into an upright position.

He sighed.

"You've been avoiding me."

You bit your lip, your nails digging into the sheets below.

"I..."

"I would not hold it against you, your Grace, if you no longer wish to be bound to me," he said, averting his beautiful, golden eyes once more. The golden eyes which no longer glimmered as bright as before - the joy seemingly run dry.

You were quick to shake your head once more as you surged forward, cupping his face with both hands, your fingers holding onto his sharp face with desperation.

"That's not it at all, Morax!" you breathed out, your voice breathy as you bore your gaze into his.

He met your eyes shamefully, his dark lashes casting shadows along his cheeks.

"What have I done wrong then, your Grace?"

You shook your head, feeling tears welling up in your own eyes.

"Nothing, Morax. It was me being stupid."

He took in a shaky breath as he stroked one of his long fingers along your cheek.

"You could never be stupid."

You laughed dryly.

"But I am! If I wasn't such an awkward coward you wouldn't be here...thinking I don't love you - when I desire you more than anything!"

You were both silent after your outburst.

You felt your cheeks heating up as your breathing got less even.

"What...what do you mean?" he asked, frowning.

"I...I've been thinking about being more...intimate with you but I couldn't find the courage to tell you that."

His frown slowly faded into a surprised expression.

"You wish to be...intimate?" he asked softly.

You nodded.

A breathy huff that sounded suspiciously like a concealed chuckle escaped his chest.

"I see," he whispered, gently stroking your hair as he leaned his face closer to yours - his warm breath caressing your skin.

"You should have simply asked," he murmured as he delicately pressed his lips against your jaw, one of his hands slowly gliding down your side - his touch feather-light.

You gasped quietly.

"You...want this too?"

He smiled, as his hand rested on your hip, his thumb gently stroking it.

"Of course, my dear."

You felt excitement growing in your stomach as a whirlpool of emotions swum within you - relief, happiness - desire.

You sighed in relief as you wrapped your arms around Zhongli's neck loosely, allowing your fingers to comb through his loose strands of silky hair.

He allowed a quiet, happy breath to escape his lips.

"I love you," you whispered, shifting closer to him - savoring the fresh scent of sandbearer wood oozing from his skin.

"I always will," you added, before leaning forward and locking your lips. You savored the softness of his lips beneath yours - the coolness of them clashing with your warmth as you pressed closer. Your arms tightened around his neck - both his hands were now on your lips.

You parted your lips slowly - as did he when he sensed your tongue brush against his. Your eyes closed as you explored each others' mouths - you climbing onto his lap as you pressed yourself even closer - enjoying the feel of being attached to him at all angles.

When you pulled away, you exhaled shakily as air flooded your lungs, an unfamiliar energy flooding into your veins at the sudden sensations enveloping your very being.

Zhongli took a few quiet, yet deep breaths as he leaned his forehead against your chest, his hands slipping upwards to your lower back, resting his large palms against it with the softest of touches.

"I love you too, my dear," he spoke, tilting his face upwards to meet your gaze - eagerly drinking in your flushed face like an addict. Everything about you pulled him in - your love a cure to all his aches and worries.

You smiled as you brushed a strand of hair away from his face, watching it shift over his shoulder and cascade down his back.

"Are you sure you want this too?" you asked, your fingers hesitantly slipping towards the hem of his blouse.

His response was an eager nod and a breathy 'yes'.

Zhongli allowed you to pull up his shirt slowly, freeing you from his embrace as he gracefully lifted his arms up to slide them out of the fabric. He exhaled sharply as the cool air of your bedroom hit his abdomen.

Just as you were about to discard his shirt - it caught on his sharp horns, inciting a laugh from you.

His eyes met yours, and he too, laughed - before assisting in untangling the fabric from his head.

Your fingers gently grazed along his flesh - along the golden geometric lines branded along his arms - sliding across his sharp collarbones - all with the utmost of care, as though he was made of glass.

He shuddered and leaned into your touches, eager for more - his composure cracking when your earthquake of affection ran through the soil of his flesh.

"You look so lovely," you hummed as you pulled away, admiring the Archon for a moment, before removing the last of your own clothing.

His low hum reverberated through the room as his gaze swept you up.

"And you look divine, my love."

You inhaled shakily, a nervous smile crossing your features.

Slowly, Morax climbed out of bed, casting you one last longing look before standing up.

From your seat on the bed, you watched as moonlight glistened off his skin, giving him an ethereal glow. The loose pants he'd worn to bed barely hung onto his slim hips, allowing the jutting bones to peek out from underneath the fabric. Your eyes traced the lines of his muscles - the scars etched into his human form as a reminder of his true origin as a god.

His long fingers stopped on the hem of the item of clothing for a brief moment as he glanced at your face, before hooking them behind it and slowly sliding them down.

You breathed in the sight of his long, limber legs, eyes trailing upwards until pausing on his pelvis - his well-endowed manhood beginning to come to life.

You bit your lip, before holding out your hand hesitantly. He stepped forward, his features once more shrouded by a thin veil of darkness as he left his spot - the light from the window no longer glinting onto his frame.

His fingers laced with yours gently, giving your hand a gentle squeeze as he crawled onto the bed.

You sighed contently as his free hand grazed across your hip - moving down your side to stroke your thigh.

You leaned forward, allowing your eyes to close once more as he met you halfway - your lips brushing against his in a chaste, tender peck.

Slowly, he loomed over you, placing his knees on either side of your legs as he sensually guided you onto the mattress - your back softly landing on the softness below.

One hand still intertwined with his - you used your other to brush back the loose strands of his hair that flowed down his scalp, tickling your bare skin.

He leaned into your touch with a soft inhale.

"You're so warm, my love," he spoke in a hushed tone, opening his eyes to admire the sight of you laid bare before him.

You chuckled.

"It's your fault that I am," you replied in just as quiet of a voice.

He hummed in amusement before leaning down to press a fluttering kiss upon your collarbone. You allowed yourself to inhale unsteadily as his lips moved along your skin - leaving tingling sensations across every spot he touched.

Your neck, your chest, your stomach.

His hands lightly traced the dim-golden marks upon your skin - long-healed scars of times before you had him.

Slowly - his touch descended, before his kisses ended under your naval.

He peeked up at you as though asking for permission.

You gulped, but nodded, before awkwardly shifting your positions - your legs now caging his as he kneeled between them.

He leaned down once more - tingling excitement growing in the pit of your stomach, your body temperature surging upwards as his warm breath brushed against your privates.

Softly - even more so than before - he grazed his lips against you - leaving you with a ghost of a touch that sent jolts of anticipation through your nerves.

His lips moved away as he glanced at you once more.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his low voice sending chills down your spine.

"I'm fine. It felt nice," you admitted shyly, averting your gaze.

He smiled and once more pressed his lips against your nether regions, before moving even lower, his kisses becoming a bit more prominent as he watched your frame jolt at the new sensations.

You felt his lips against your entrance, parting hesitantly.

You gasped as he stroked you ever so gently with the tip of his tongue.

Feeling him smile against you, you urged him to continue.

And he did.

Delicately he circled your entrance, applying different pressure on occasion - sending your skin ablaze as you took in the new sensations.

You inhaled sharply as he gently prodded your entrance with his tongue - pulling it back just as quickly - eager to see your body's reactions as he played with the prickling nerves beneath your skin.

Finally - frustratingly slowly, he allowed himself to once more press the muscle against your entrance, slipping it inside.

Tantalizingly, he slipped it deeper inside thins time, the muscle moving with a slow slither - his lips pressed against the skin of your entrance as he did so.

A soft moan slipped past your lips - the feeling foreign, but not unwelcome. It fed further into the growing eagerness and anticipation within you - a faint sheen beginning to coat your skin as it steamed from the new sensations.

Zhongli felt as though you'd blessed him with the most divine gift - allowed to see you in your most vulnerable state and to taste and explore your body. He felt as though he could weep from the joy it brought forth from within - his chest beaming with pride - his own nerves igniting.

His lids fell across his eyes as he explored your body eagerly, his palms gently resting on your inner thighs.

You felt your legs tense under the effects of Zhongli's ministrations - anxious, yet eager for more as your hips bucked towards him ever so slightly when he grazed a bundle of nerves.

Morax pulled away slowly, his tongue lapping up one last desperate taste of you before doing so, leaving you dripping from his starved actions.

His breaths were uneven - his chest heaving as his half-lidded eyes leered at your body spread out for him like the utmost delicacy.

Your hands shook as you lifted your arms, trembling fingers stroking his cheek as you admired the way his hair had grown damp.

The room was heavy with the scents of sandbearer wood, candlewax and musky sweat coating both your bodies. You propped yourself onto your elbows and craved your neck upwards to press a kiss to Zhongli's neck.

His chest reverberated with a croon as he pressed into your touch.

"Are you sure you wish to do this, my love?" he asked, his eyes meeting yours as he gently stroked your thighs, his words and actions unsteady from his own excitement.

You nodded.

"Yes. I'm absolutely certain," you assured him with a sultry whisper, allowing him to gently push you back onto the sheets as his lips attached to your neck. This time, his kisses were heavier - more force behind them as desire began to overtake his senses. Soft gasps escaped your lips as he ever so slowly and gently brushed his hardness against your inner thighs. His movement was miniscule as he ground against your skin - more of a ghost of a touch than anything more.

Your fingers combed through his hair - brushing out the gentle tangles forming within as you allowed him to pepper your body with needy kisses, his lips wet as they attached themselves to your skin feverously.

Zhongli pulled away once more - leaving you desperate for more as he shuffled towards the edge on the bed. Your gaze followed him as he moved to your bedside table, opening the first drawer.

With one smooth wave of a hand, he produced a small container from the previously empty area, closing the drawer once more and making his way back to you.

You bit your lip in anticipation as he unscrewed the lid and scooped out a generous amount of a gelatinous substance. A faint scent of lavender melons joined the mixture of smells hung in the air.

Slowly, he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips as his fingers trailed down between your tense legs. You felt yourself clench beneath his touch as his fingers, coated in the cool gel, brushed against your entrance.

He quickly sook out your gaze.

You inhaled deeply and gave him an encouraging smile as you forced yourself to relax - trusting he knew what he was doing.

Cool tingles ran across your skin as he slowly breached you with the tip of his finger, pressing in ever so gently. You felt your fingers tighten around the smooth sheets below you, grasping at the silky material to ground yourself.

"Are you hurt?" Zhongli asked, ceasing movement.

You shook your head.

"It's just...unfamiliar," you whispered, loosening your grip around the sheets.

He nodded and slowly kept moving his finger inside, spreading around the gel.

As his knuckle brushed against your flesh - finger bottoming out inside you, his finger inched forward in a slow, yet surprising scoop - brushing against a bundle of nerves that left you gasping for air at the sudden jolt of excitement running through you.

He smiled, pressing his lips against the crook of your neck.

"You look so lovely like this, my love," he murmured against your skin - his smooth lips gliding against your slick skin.

You huffed out in amusement.

"As opposed to when I'm proper?"

His response was an amused hum and another movement of his finger - once more brushing against your most sensitive spot and leaving you gasping.

"You're always beautiful," he spoke, pressing a kiss upon your cheek.

You weren't sure your cheeks could redden up any more than they had - but the heat you felt in your face was a clear sign that they could and would.

His finger moved gently, slicking up your insides while occasionally sending jolts of pleasure rippling across your body - all while pressing worshipful kisses along your skin.

Your lips parted in surprise as he slowly - with very careful movements, added a second finger.

He felt his heartrate increase as you clenched around them for a moment, picturing himself already buried within you.

He worked at your entrance gently - spreading his fingers and coating your walls with the cool gel to make the following as easy as possible for you. He was mindful of your most sensitive areas, teasingly touching them with feathery strokes - admiring the sight of your hips bucking upwards to meet his fingers - drinking in the hushed sounds you made.

It made him all the more eager to continue.

When Zhongli finally removed his fingers from your now dripping entrance, you huffed in disappointment - heeling yourself sliding off of the edge of the high he was promising with his hands.

He cooed lovingly.

"Don't worry - this was just the beginning, my love," he purred as he leaned over you - nose only inches from yours. You shuddered with excitement as you heard the wet sounds of him scooping out more of the gel and coating his member with it - the strokes of his hand slow and teasing.

Finally, he rested one hand beside your shoulders as he nudged your legs wider apart with his own.

Your hand quickly moved up to clutch his as you felt a cool wetness with a promise of heat hiding behind it, nudge at your entrance.

"Ready?" he asked softly, smiling down at you with an adoring expression.

You squeezed his hand and offered a smile as a response.

"Ready."

The tip of his length caught on your entrance, sending a jolt through you as you realized how big he truly was. Your fingers tightened around his instinctively.

"Try to relax, my dear," he crooned into your ear before allowing his hips to move forward the slightest amount - allowing him to slide the tip in.

You gasped - feeling as though the wind had been knocked from your lungs.

"Are you alright?" he asked, immediately concerned.

You nodded.

"Yes...I just need to adjust to your size," you whispered, chuckling at the awkwardness of the situation.

He sighed in relied and pressed his forehead against yours gently.

"Let me know if I need to stop, okay?"

You smiled and nodded in agreement.

Inch by inch - he painstakingly slowly buried himself inside your warmth, clenching his jaw to keep himself composed.

Your grip on his hand tightened, but you gave in an encouraging nod, letting him know there was no need to stop.

Heeding your directions, Morax finally buried himself to the hilt within you, releasing a strained moan - bordering on a growl - as he did so.

Your warm tightness around his member was almost enough to send him over the edge. The idea that he could be blessed by you in such an intimate - such a divine manner - it drove his thoughts into a messy tangle - all he knew was that he must please you.

Chest heaving with heavy breaths, he kissed you briefly, before pulling his hips back just a little - then moving forward once more, picking up some speed.

A moan of your own left your lips as your eyes closed and your hold on Zhongli's hand tightened.

It was an angelic sound - the ringing of golden bells wielded delicately by perfect divine creations. It sent waves of bliss across his body - hooking him on the sound.

He continued the motion - beginning to pull out further before diving back in - picking up more speed and aiming at your sensitive bundle of nerves - leaving your muscles to clench as you moaned with each thrust.

His own sounds were low, animalistic grunts and growls as his draconic roots showed themselves. His amber eyes cast a faint golden glow as he memorized every curve and line of your body - painting a permanent picture within his mind.

You used your free arm to hook it around his neck, bringing him closer. You heard his huffed breaths brush against your ear with every thrust - felt the rumbling within his chest as he moaned - enjoying every moment of such intimacy.

"I love you," you whispered, resting your face against his neck as his pace sped up - searing sparks of pleasure running through you with every movement he made.

Despite his breath faltering, his pace never did.

"I love you too," he grunted as he pressed his lips against the crown of your head, his free hand gently stroking your cheeks.

He was an addict to your moans, to your praise - and you were his loving supplier. If that was the case - he'd gladly overdose on your affections.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him tighter against you and meeting his hips with your own as you panted and moaned.

Zhongli's damp hair clung to his face - his musky sweat dripping onto your bare body below his - hot, like lava, as it added fuel to the flames whirling within you.

"I love you," he whispered again, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his words interrupted with his own low moans and grunts.

You squeezed his hand gently.

He squeezed back.

"Don't hold back, Morax," you gasped out as he dove into your depths with his large manhood - the wet sounds of him thrusting into you driving you wild and allowing you the tear the thoughts of shyness and awkwardness from your mine.

His chuckle was airy - breathing uneven - as he replied.

"I won't, my love," he hissed, pitoning into you while still restraining himself enough to not be rough.

A loud moan escaped your mouth as he kept grinding against that sweet spot within you. Your fingers clenched his as your body spasmed - the blazing tangle of excitement within you finally unwinding - your vision temporarily blurring from the pleasure as your release washed over you.

"I love you. I worship you," he murmured on repeat as he kept moving, the words becoming a jumbled prayer upon his lips as pleasure blinded him.

Zhongli's breathing became more erratic as he thrust a few more times - before releasing a draconic snarl and stilling, his speed spilling deep within you.

By the time he slowly pulled himself from you - his now soft member leaking both the slick he's used as lube and his own juices, you were both sweaty, panting messes.

You laughed breathily as you pulled him down next to you. His hair sprawled out on the sheets, messy and dampened - yet he still looked heavenly.

Zhongli managed to even his breaths somewhat, before rolling onto his side, facing you.

The light from the windows barely reached the bed - creating a halo of light behind your form - your sweat glistening in the silver light.

He sighed happily.

"I adore you," he whispered, pressing his lips to yours.

You smiled, returning the kiss.

"I adore you more."

His lips parted in an attempt to argue, but you shushed him with a tired smile.

He huffed in amusement, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest.

In that moment, as the bliss of your orgasms wore off and exhaustion set in - you found yourself thinking how silly you were in avoiding the topic earlier. How stupid of a misunderstanding it had caused.

Not minding the cooling sweat clung to his skin - you pecked his chest gently, breathing in his natural scent mixed with the savory one of his sweat.

"I will never get tired of you, my dear Morax," you whispered, clinging onto him with all your might.

He smiled, stroking your bare back with a feathery touch once more, admiring every curve of your body.

"And I would never tire of you either, my dear. Your Grace," his words were teasing as he peppered kisses upon your head.

As the night drew to a close, you managed to fall asleep in each others' arms after the passionate activities, despite the sweat and fluids coating both of you.

You would take a proper bath together once you awoke, you assured yourself, before allowing sleep to overpower your senses.

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fyeahmythoughts · 3 years ago

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You are a loved man, Uchiha Sasuke!

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fyeahmythoughts · 3 years ago

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Shanaroo no Sarada! Kishimoto reveals future sarada??????? No way!

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fyeahmythoughts · 3 years ago

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Uchiha Family Headcanon + Kakashi and Naruto:

Sasuke: It’s honestly not funny Sakura. You can stop laughing.

Sakura: *Still Laughing*

Naruto: *Walks by and joins conversation* Why is Sakura laughing hysterically?

Sarada: We’re not sure. I was telling her about spending time with Dad and him acting weird. Then I told her, I called him annoying and——

Naruto: *Joins Sakura Laughing*

Sarada: What is so funny about me calling you annoying, Dad?

Sasuke: *Embarressed* (Stuttering) N-no reason!

Kakashi: *Not Looking Up From His Makeout-Tactics Book* Sarada, did you know your Dad once wanted to be Hokage?

Sakura & Naruto: (fall on the ground on each other)*Laugh EVEN HARDER!*

Sasuke: You’re not even helping Kakashi!

Kakashi: *Not looking up, turns page of book* Teenage Sakura and Naruto beg to differ.

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fyeahmythoughts · 3 years ago

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His First (SasuSaku Wedding Night One-shot)

Sasuke and Sakura’s wedding night. Contains smut. Please also note that Sasuke’s left arm has been replaced by Tsunade here, and this takes place after ‘The Last’ movie.

This is my first time writing a love-scene, so no flames, please. Also keep in mind this is both Sasuke and Sakura’s first time, as I’d like to think Sasuke is from a very traditional Clan and would wait until marriage to sleep with her.

Disclaimer: Sasuke Uchiha and Sakura Haruno/Uchiha belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

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His First

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He leads her quietly through the dim, candle-lit corridors of his ancestral family home, his bare feet treading routes that are still acutely ingrained within the deepest catacombs of his mind. The polished wooden pathways he navigates are all too familiar, and the memory is enough to tug on the old strings of nostalgia slumbering somewhere inside his chest – but there are no more ghosts or past demons, here. The compound has been fully restored to its former glory, and is ready once more for life.

Ready, once again, for love.

She follows him, her small, slender fingers tightly entwined between his longer, larger ones, and beneath the flickering glow of flame, she glimpses it once again; the telling glint of lustrous diamond that reminds her of her new status and title.

Uchiha Sakura.

The name is a musical serenade inside her head. She feels giddy, breathless, still caught in a state of star-struck awe and disbelief. She had waited and dreamt of this day, of this moment, since childhood, and it had been everything she had ever wanted and so much more. Ino and her friends had decorated the venue to perfection, and the festivities had been loud and joyous, lasting late into the evening. A little too boisterous, perhaps, for the innately private Sasuke’s tastes, and an anxious Sakura had half-feared that her handsome groom would lunge at Naruto at several points during the speeches and attempt to throttle him, when Konoha’s Seventh Hokage had launched into grossly exaggerated and thoroughly embarrassing tales of their genin-team adventures – oh so long ago.

Tales that had all suspiciously ended with them stuck in a disastrous fix - only to be miraculously rescued at the last moment by the loveable knucklehead.

Sasuke – whose ego always absolutely demanded that he outdo his rival and best friend in every single department - had scowled murderously at the insulting inaccuracy of the accounts. Sakura had gaped in appalled dismay. Kakashi, scratching his head, had looked as bemused as one could with their features secretively concealed behind a mask.

It had gotten to a point where even Sakura had been left red-faced and twitching, ready to pummel the blond to a pulp for daring to mortify her on her special day - were it not for Sasuke’s firm, restraining grip on her knee beneath the table – but then the blond had suddenly looked straight at them, and with tears shining in his eyes, had raised his glass in toast and spoken words that had stunned them both.

“We might not really be related, but these two were my family when I had nothing, when I was nobody, and they mean everything to me. Without you guys, I… I would’ve been lost. I wouldn’t have made it. Thank you, Sasuke. Sakura-chan.”

Then, in typical Naruto fashion, he had ruined the emotional moment entirely by cheekily declaring that they name their firstborn in his honour.

The smile of recollection on Sakura’s lips widens as she focuses on their joined fingers. Biting her lower lip, she releases an internal squeal of glee. Cha! All her fantasies had come true! Sasuke’s grip on her is secure, and he guides her with a certainty and confidence that makes apparent the commanding man he has become, no longer the frightened boy who had sought to sever all bonds and fled from responsibility and accountability in the past.

She then lifts her eyes to his broad back, setting them onto the red and white Uchiha emblem stitched proudly onto his traditional robes - an emblem that matches the one on her own. He is the last of a noble, prestigious line that has all but dwindled out. Sakura shyly hopes that it won’t be the case for long; that soon, there will be tiny feet padding along the wide halls, feet belonging to little cherubs who share their family name.

It is her job, she tells herself with conviction, to please him now, to meet every one of his needs – just as it is his to provide for hers. She sincerely hopes she can make him happy – but as he finally draws to a stop before a pair of sliding screen doors, Sakura feels the first flutters of apprehension replace the senseless excitement that had, up until that point, made her wedding day pass in an exhilarated rush.

Her smile falters. Suddenly she is nervous and overcome with all sorts of confidence-diminishing worries.

It is her first time. Of course she had saved herself for Sasuke – it had always only ever been him – but what if this is not his? The thought weighs heavily upon her mind, but what troubles her even more greatly is the prospect of him having high expectations – of her disappointing him.

What if I don’t satisfy him? What if I can’t relax and it hurts too much? I can’t seem to remember anything Ino or my mother told me about how to please a man, she thinks frantically to herself.

But she manages to plaster a smile onto her lips regardless as Sasuke directs a brief glance back at her, before releasing her hand to slide the doors to their new bedroom open.

They step inside, and as Sasuke quietly slides the screens shut behind them again and gives her a few minutes to settle in and adjust, Sakura’s eyes nervously bypass the low-framed, king-sized bed resting against the centre of the northern wall, to take in the sheer size of the impressive space. It is tidy, of course; she expects nothing less from a man as meticulous and orderly as Sasuke – with sturdy wooden wardrobes and shelves and carefully tended plant pots placed beside a larger set of screen doors to their right, leading out to what she assumes are the private compound’s gardens.

She is correct, for the doors slide smoothly apart as Sasuke pushes them open, and moonlight spills into the room, bathing it in an almost ethereal glow. Outside, beyond the wooden patio that provides access to other areas of their home, she glimpses an unexpected string of trees that share her name, lined against a high concrete wall bearing the Uchiha crest.

They are suitably in full bloom, in time with the early spring season.

She laughs softly in surprise, joining him by the open doors.

“Sakura trees?” Her tone is light and teasing as she admires the pretty blossoms. She desperately hopes she disguises how anxious she feels on the inside. “Have you planned this all along, Sasuke-kun?”

“Hn,” her new husband – husband, her inner self screeches ecstatically – grunts, in that endearing manner of his, when he doesn’t quite feel entirely comfortable with openly admitting a truth – but isn’t inclined to lie about it, either.

Sakura distractedly fingers the Uchiha pendant he had gifted to her on her nineteenth birthday, as she watches the dusky pink petals, appearing lavender under the starry night sky’s milky illumination, flutter noiselessly to the ground.

The cool, pleasant fresh air that drifts into the room helps Sakura to clear her head for a moment. But when she feels Sasuke’s warm breath against the back of her exposed neck, she barely manages to suppress the shudder that shoots down along her spine, sending goose-pimples surfacing along her skin.

At some point, while they had been watching the peaceful, idyllic scene, he had slipped behind her. He had always had the knack, from a remarkably young age, of moving as gracefully and silently as a shadow.

“Sakura,” he exhales, as he draws back the white bridal hood that rests over her head. His voice is low. A near whisper as he takes in the significance of this situation.

Sakura closes her eyes, and takes the moment to really feel his presence behind her; his warmth, his reassuring strength and power and the undeniable masculinity he radiates. She senses his formidable, potent chakra signature, and it crackles like a rolling thundercloud in the air around them, all static, thrumming electricity that makes her cantering heart beat a little faster. His chakra flow at that moment is curiously unstable - conflicted, almost. His usual, iron-like command of it seems to have temporarily faltered.

That is wholly uncharacteristic of him, Sakura thinks to herself, and then it hits her. It hits her that perhaps the ever-composed, unshakeable Uchiha Sasuke is a little nervous, too.

Sasuke begins to lift his right hand. He is standing close behind her – close enough for her back to brush the front of his body. Close enough to smell the delectable sweetness of her fragrance, to touch her. But he is suddenly hesitant. Reluctant, almost, even when he knows that this is their long-awaited wedding night and it is to be expected that they consummate their union now.

He hesitates, but it isn’t because he doesn’t want her; Sasuke is suddenly unsettled by just how much he desires his new bride – every part of her. But he is apprehensive, too, and is trying his best not to show it. And that- that weakness of body and mind- it disturbs him.

Because he knows, if they proceed, that he will be vulnerable tonight. And he had promised himself vehemently, so many times in the past, that he would never allow himself to be unguarded ever again.

Yet he has always had a weakness in Sakura. This breath-taking woman, one he has watched bloom into the most resilient and beautiful of flowers, who has loved him for so long, and who stirs such turmoil within his heart; he is not worthy of her, he knows. But she has chosen to give herself to him in marriage, anyway. And he worries, as he notes the palpable tension in her shoulders, betraying her own jangling nerves, that he will not be enough for her. There is a lingering sense of self-doubt; that despite his best efforts to atone for his past, he cannot make her happy in the manner she truly deserves.

But he also knows that it could not have possibly ended any other way. He could not have suffered seeing Sakura with another man far less wretched than he was, content in the arms of someone else. The mere thought of anyone other than him touching her makes Sasuke’s chest burn with possessive jealousy. She is his light, the light he had thought he had lost long ago. Her gentleness in his presence, her sweetness, her care and her touch bring him to life in ways that had startled him at first – but now fuelled a terrible, ravenous need.

He was gluttonous, really, for Sakura’s affections. This unnerving reality had hit him hard, after the war, after he had travelled the world on a path of redemption and self-discovery. He had known it when he had finally returned to Konoha after two years and sought her out, like he had promised to do before he’d left her. And perhaps it makes him selfish, but he wants to take every last ounce of love Sakura has to offer, to fill his starved self to the brim with her devotion, until he never again feels the torturous pain and agony of hollow emptiness.

Still, the uncharacteristic uncertainty lingers. His throat suddenly feels peculiarly parched. Unbidden and unwanted, words spoken to him the previous night whilst he’d been out drinking with Kakashi and Naruto drifted through his head – words he hadn’t particularly wanted to hear, but had found himself foolishly listening to, anyway.

Leave it to his old, perverted sensei to provide him with some last minute, emergency advice in the bedroom department.

“The Uchiha have quite the reputation as passionate lovers, Sasuke.”

Well, that casual opener, which had caused him to almost choke on his cup of sake, hadn’t been helpful at all.

Naruto, just slightly intoxicated, had roared with laughter and dug an elbow into a coughing Sasuke’s ribs. “BWAHAHA! Really?! No pressure then, eh Sasukeee?!”

“Your wedding night is your entry into manhood.” Kakashi had gone on, to Sasuke’s dismay. “It’s a battle ground in its own right – but you can’t simply just attack your opponent as you do in ordinary battle circumstances.”

Sasuke’s ears had burned and he had frowned at this ridiculous piece of advice. Of course he hadn’t been planning on outright ambushing Sakura! What did they think he was - some kind of uncultured animal?!

Although… the fleeting thought of tackling her completely off-guard had certainly seemed appealing for a brief moment…

“Yeah,” Naruto had sniggered. “Can you imagine that? Sakura-chan’ll beat ya senseless, dattebayo!”

“I’m certain that your bride wouldn’t appreciate it,’ the former Hokage had agreed, chuckling in amusement. “You must instead be gentle, Sasuke. Sensitive. I… ah… realise this may be difficult for you; but take it slowly. Make sure she is comfortable first. You wouldn’t want to do anything to frighten her off or make her tense.”

“I’ll kick your ass if you ever hurt Sakura-chan!” Naruto had chipped in threateningly. “You know I will, bastard! I’ll kick it so hard you’ll lose all your limbs this time!”

“Shut up, usuratonkachi,” Sasuke had snapped back venomously.

“Just admit it, you asshole. You’re nervous.” His best friend had slapped him heartily on the back. “Quit trying to act all cool! We can see right through you, right, Kakashi-sensei?”

Kakashi, who was far wiser than the reckless blond, scratched the back of his head and prudently chose not to tease the last Uchiha.

“I am not,” Sasuke had hissed furiously. A blatant lie.

“HAHAHA!” Naruto had pointed with his bandaged right hand, and made Sasuke’s eyebrows twitch in mortification when one of the bar staff had glanced nosily in their direction. “You ARE! Sasuke-teme is totally nervous! Too nervous to do it with-”

Sasuke had then proceeded to gracefully kick Naruto’s stool out from underneath him, sending the loud-mouthed blond tumbling to the ground, and prompting the absolute moron of a Hokage to howl in protest.

“SASUKEEE! You piece of shit! How dare you treat your Hokage like that? I’ll have your sorry ass thrown into jail, you stupid bastard!”

Sasuke had hastily terminated the awkward conversation at that point. He hadn’t exactly felt comfortable discussing the topic of love-making to Sakura with Naruto and their perverted old teacher. Kakashi had sighed – and as Sasuke had risen from his stool, he’d nudged a small book toward him.

“Consider it a pre-wedding gift,” his childhood sensei had stated, winking mischievously at him as Naruto had quickly forgotten his ire and started to slur nonsensically about how much he loved Team Seven. Thinking only of the need to make a speedy retreat, Sasuke had grabbed the book and left Kakashi to deal with the whinging Hokage – only to return home and almost choke when he’d realised what it was his old teacher had apparently gifted to him.

A copy of Icha Icha Make-Out Tactics. Face burning, Sasuke had decided to get rid of it right there and then – he didn’t need sex advice from such a controversial and notorious love guide - only to shamefully give into temptation and end up flicking cautiously through it.

He hadn’t taken in much. Most of it had been stupid and downright outrageous. He’d scoffed and sneered in disgust – and he might have gotten somewhat flustered in places – but one thing had stood out in all the crammed pages of rambling, raunchy nonsense.

The stressed, male-ego boosting importance of pleasing a woman first.

Sasuke’s thoughts return to the present and he swallows, and orders himself to man up. He is an Uchiha. And he must take the lead, here. He fiercely tells himself that as much as it is his wife’s duty to satisfy him physically, it is also his responsibility to tend to her needs, also.

His hands, which had hesitated before, slide up to her covered elbows. He takes the first step, and bends his head forward.

Sakura releases a disjointed breath at the feel of the tip of his aristocratic nose following the graceful curve between her neck and left shoulder. He nuzzles her, inhaling her scent deeply, but the innocence of the touch is enough to elicit tiny tingles regardless.

“Sasuke-kun,” she whispers, as he quickly grows bolder, and his arms slip around her midriff, to draw her snugly back against him.

His lips brush over the sensitive skin of her throat. Sasuke has discovered that he has a strange affinity for her creamy neck; that he likes to pay it particular attention. He thinks that surely it has something to do with the desperate need to permanently erase the haunting image of his past self’s treacherous fingers squeezing crushingly around her windpipe. He wishes to kiss her there, until he somehow forgets the nightmarish memory of his insanity-induced attempt to kill her, back then. Even when he knows that he never can – despite her already forgiving him long ago.

Sakura sighs, closing her eyes, willing her wild pulse to settle as Sasuke’s lips caress her skin with a tenderness that he hides from the rest of the world – a tenderness that is disarming, as he leaves a trail of cool little raindrop kisses that summon blazing heat in their wake. This is it, she tells herself; this is the start of her initiation into womanhood. She still somehow half expects to awaken from this dream-like fantasy; has to fight to regulate her breathing.

This is the night her heart has been yearning for - spent in the arms of the man she loves more than anything else in the world.

But she fears for the intensity of her emotions, already so overcome, when they are both still fully clothed. Her heart pounds harder still, when Sasuke’s hands move to tug demandingly at the sash around her waist and remove the first, heavy layer of her elaborately-layered wedding kimono. His unsteady fingers fumble sometimes, and Sakura has to help him, giggling with coy, girlish embarrassment. Before she knows it, however, she is left only in the final silk under layer.

Sasuke then turns her around to face him. He handles her with painstaking caution – as if fearful that applying any pressure will break her, like she is made of the very same glass he knows she can effortlessly shatter. Their eyes meet, and Sakura feels breathless as his piercing charcoal irises smoulder into her, catching the silver of the moonlight behind them. There is clear intent in his heavy gaze – yet she thinks she can perhaps see the same flicker of uncertainty that plagues her, also, as he takes her hands in his and reels her slowly away from the patio view and back toward their marital bed, his eyes never once leaving hers.

Biting her lower lip shyly, Sakura reaches out to him, proceeding to undress him also. Her hands are visibly shaking, and he has to help her in places, too. When the top of his formal attire is finally cast aside, and he stands before her, all rippling, taut muscles and steely masculinity, she swallows thickly, her lips suddenly oddly dry. Her work in the hospital means she is no stranger to topless men – but this is Sasuke, and now they are alone.

Her eyes wander admiringly over his broad shoulders, his lean, smoothly muscled arms, the strongly sculpted plains of his bare chest and the defined ridges of his abdomen. She sees the many battle scars, some faded more than others, and she thinks their imperfections only make him even more beautiful, like artistic maps carved upon his skin, each mark representing a different struggle, its own unique story.

To think, that this glorious body is now all hers and hers alone…

Sakura licks her lips. “Sasuke-kun,” her voice wobbles precariously to her horror, and she can feel the inferno raging in her cheeks. She has the urge to slide her palms all over those mouth-watering pectorals, but she is all at once pitifully flustered, and frozen by the sight of him. “Ah- I-”

He can see her nervousness all too clearly. This simply will not do, he tells himself, his eyebrows furrowing marginally, for her to be so tense. Trust Sakura to be so annoying. Clearly she requires some additional encouragement. Deciding to do something about it, he grasps her right wrist in his newly-replaced left hand – still healing and tightly bandaged up to the elbow – and pulls her close. Then, before she can babble anything else incoherent, he bends his head down and presses his parted lips lightly against hers.

Sakura’s eyes widen and the air in her lungs hitches. Of course she has been kissed by Sasuke before – multiple times, in fact – but each time sparks fly and it still feels like the very first. Butterflies break free inside her stomach, wings tickling and fluttering in agitation, and warmth floods through her. His right arm slips around her waist, and tugs her forward so that she is pressed against the nakedness of his upper body. She finally closes her eyes and her heart thunders against her rib-cage, as she tentatively lifts her hands to his bare skin, fingers gliding, seeking, exploring. His heat singes her, and once she has touched him, Sakura seems unable to stop.

The kiss is slow and chaste to begin with, and makes Sakura’s insides quiver. Then it quickly grows into something more volatile, full of frightening desperation and raw, ravenous need. A depth of hunger that leaves them both breathless. Sakura’s arms wrap around his neck and the slanting pressure of his lips on hers increases as the kiss hardens and deepens. Soon it is fiery and bruising, and Sakura’s head is reeling from the lack of oxygen. She can feel Sasuke’s chest heaving as he crushes her against him.

They stumble sightlessly backwards, toppling onto the bed, and somehow she lands on top of him. Sasuke is certain that his heart has never before drummed this hard or fast, and there is an aching, heavy throb developing between his legs. Sakura is straddling his waist, and it is peculiarly starting to become increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything else but her, as he looks up at her charmingly flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips.

He thinks that he maybe likes the sight of her, on top of him.

Instinct and desire seem to override Sakura’s nerves, then, as she gazes down at him, as if entranced. Her palms slide slowly, experimentally, over his rock-hard abdomen, to the steely pectoral muscles she had been itching to caress just minutes earlier, and with the tantalising, teasing motion, the throb inside him intensifies. When she leans forward to trail sweet butterfly kisses along his collarbone, he swallows thickly. Sakura’s mouth continues to explore his chest, and she giggles a little against his skin, with the shyness of touching him in newfound, bold places.

When she finally draws back, her hands flat against his toned stomach, she smiles down at him.

“Am I heavy, Sasuke-kun?” she teases, referencing a long ago, childhood memory.

Sasuke blinks at her; he remembers it immediately.

“Hn,” he scoffs, smirking; for all her famed strength, she is now a mere feather when he holds her in his arms. Then he reaches out to yank her eagerly forward, capturing her lips hungrily once again. His hands wade into her prettily arranged, pale rose hair, and he starts to pull out the decorative pins and blasted accessories that keep her silky locks prisoner from his seeking touch. He feels them snag in resistance in his haste, and this causes Sakura to whimper in half-hearted protest against his mouth, but soon he can feel no more obstructions, and her fine tresses tumble free between his fingers – though only his bare right hand can fully appreciate their softness.

Her hands cup his face, stroking tenderly, and suddenly the remaining clothes between them seem to be an awful hindrance. She wants to feel the scorching heat of his skin, to experience those coiled muscles tensing against her.

“Sasuke-kun,” she gasps into the dimness, as she briefly draws back for a breath. “I-”

“Be quiet,” he mutters back, too distracted by the sweet curve of her jawline to concentrate on what she wants to say or waste precious air on words. Before she can respond, he moves lightning fast and effortlessly flips their positions, pinning her down beneath him. Then his lips are on her throat again - and so is his hot tongue. It devours the column of her neck, and he clamps his lips over her skin, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. He wants to brand her all over her. He alternates between this and directing a sizzling trail of impassioned kisses that prompt Sakura to release the sort of sound that would surely make even Ino blush.

A pleading, soft moan. And it is like a detonation exploding inside Sasuke’s ears – an enticing musical symphony that makes his heart gallop faster still. He wants to hear it again. He wants her to say his name like that. Sakura bites her lower lip, as if ashamed of the noise – but he simply smirks down at her, letting her know that he likes it. Very much.

She wriggles beneath his weight, and he succeeds in removing the final layer of her wedding kimono, leaving his bride in only her lacy undergarments. His hands quickly make short work of discarding those too, as his lips continue to distract her, hovering over her jawline, to her face, where he proceeds to kiss her burning cheeks, her little button nose, her forehead, her right earlobe. Sakura protests at this teasing and pulls his mouth back demandingly to hers. His weight crushes down upon her, and the increased skin to skin contact causes a foreign tingling sensation to kindle inside her lower belly.

Sasuke draws briefly back to allow them both the chance to fill their deprived lungs with much needed oxygen. She is already breathless and flushed; her eyes are heavy-lidded with passion and desire. He doesn’t think he has ever seen anything more beautiful in his life, and he feels a sense of masculine pride and accomplishment, knowing that he is the one getting her all flustered.

His dark eyes lower to appreciatively take in the soft swell of her breasts. It then strikes Sakura that she is completely naked; she had been so diverted by his kisses before, and he had removed her underwear so swiftly, that she hadn’t even really paid it much thought. Almost instinctively, she begins to raise her arms self-consciously over her chest, fearful that he will think her not ample enough or up to his standards.

Her husband, however, stops her, gripping her wrists firmly to prevent her from concealing his view.

“Don’t,” he murmurs. He does not want her to hide any part of her from his eyes.

Shyly, she allows him to press her arms back down against the mattress. He is silent, baffled by how she could possibly be ashamed of her beautiful body, as he greedily drinks up the sight of her petite, feminine form, his gaze roaming over her creamy breasts, her flat, toned stomach – and finally settling on the triangle of soft pink curls between her legs.

His breath hitches. The desire inside him now is near crippling, the heat unbearable as he feels his manhood stir beneath the lower robes he has still yet to remove.

Sasuke knows what he wants. Natural instinct dictates it to him - the need to claim her at last as his, to bury himself deep inside her hot core, to empty himself into her until they are both breathless and spent.

“S-Sasuke-kun,” her voice shakes, and this catches him off guard. His eyes dart back to her face, to find unexpected tears shining in her verdant irises. She suddenly looks so vulnerable. So slight. Unsettled and put out by this, he raises his right hand to her flushed left cheek, where she can feel his fingertips brushing over her skin.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, silently worrying that he is maybe moving too fast for her, or somehow doing something incorrectly.

She bites her quivering lower lip. Swallows back the thickness in her throat, before she chokes out emotionally, unable to hold back her insecurities any longer, “I- I love you, Sasuke-kun! I love you so much! And I want to make you happy, but-” she squeezes her eyes shut, and confesses, “I don’t want to disappoint you. I-!” She breaks off, when he abruptly taps the diamond yin seal on her forehead with his index and middle fingers, a familiar gesture of affection between them that seeks to calm her down.

He meets her gaze, holds it steady.

“Just relax,” he attempts to reassure her – only for one corner of his mouth to turn down at the sight of her eyes welling with tears. Then they are spilling, and Sasuke curses himself internally.

Always, he makes her cry. Even now. He never knows the right thing to say-

Frustrated, he lowers his lips to her cheeks, kissing away the tears. The unexpected gentleness of this touch only makes their volume increase. Sakura wraps her arms around his neck in happiness, yanks him down to her, and silences her sobs against his shoulder.

Misinterpreting this as genuine upset and even more disturbed by the feel of her trembling beneath him, Sasuke realises that she must be afraid, and suggests, with great restraint, “Sakura, I-” he swallows. “We can stop.”

“No,” her muffled voice answers. “No, Sasuke-kun- it’s just-” in a barely audible whisper, she admits, “This is my first time. I…” she laughs a little in embarrassment. “I waited for you.”

He exhales in understanding. Then he pulls back, stares at her. He wants to tell her this is his first time, too, but she is already reaching out to him again. He bends his head to kiss her more gently. And like a flower, he feels her open up beneath him, her lips parting, her body gradually relaxing once again.

He had always imagined that Sakura would remain faithful to him, but to hear her openly confirm it fills him with a rush of warmth that is almost overwhelming. Sasuke tells himself that he will not give himself relief before he pleasures her – before she is ready to receive him. His mouth moves from hers, to her throat once again, before lowering to explore the valley between her breasts. But he falters before he touches her there, suddenly strangely hesitant again.

He glances up at her. She seems to understand, too, for she takes his right hand, and shyly guides it to where she wants him to touch her. He cups her left breast, marvelling at its silky softness and weight. Then he begins to massage it, prompting a little whimper to escape Sakura’s lips as he kneads it gently, before rolling her nipple experimentally between his index finger and thumb.

This causes her to stiffen in surprise. He looks up at her again, to find her eyes are closed. The air escaping her mouth is growing shallow and quick. She enjoys being touched like this, he notes with satisfaction, storing it in mind for future reference, and does it again, prompting the same pleasurable reaction. Her moan is even louder, when he lowers his parted lips to the mound, swirling his rough tongue around its sensitive, aroused bud before taking it completely into his mouth, sucking gently.

“Ohhh,” her back arches, as his left hand moves to stimulate the unoccupied breast that is not receiving worship from his tongue. “Sasuke-kun…” she groans, as she reaches out to his head with a hand, fisting her fingers through his fine raven hair.

These new, unfamiliar sensations - they feel so good. Her inner self boasts that of course they do; Sasuke-kun had always been remarkably proficient with his hands. Who could have known, however, that his tongue would turn out equally as delightful? But she can’t think coherently enough to communicate this to him, while his mouth is doing such tantalising things to her.

The sound of his name falling so huskily from her lips spurns him onwards, encourages him to continue, sends him on a quest to elicit even more. He wants her to be more vocal. Because surely the louder she becomes, the better he is performing.

And as with everything else he does, Sasuke has to be the very best.

He then turns his focus to the other breast, sucking and fondling and caressing, before growing even bolder, directing a trail of feather-light kisses along her abdomen. Sakura is now almost panting with need and the heat in her lower belly intensifies. It is radiating to the unchartered territory between her legs, centralising as a throbbing ache that demands urgent attention. She squeaks in alarm as he ventures lower, his hair tickling her skin as he teases her pelvic bone, before brushing his lips over her inner thighs.

She gulps, jerking in startled surprise, when they drift a little too close to her womanly core. She does not expect Sasuke to be this daring during their first time – but clearly he has no issues with intimacy of this degree, for his bandaged left hand presses firmly down against her abdomen to keep her in place, while his right parts her thighs to allow him better access.

“Sasuke-kun!” she yelps, her cheeks burning as she scrambles to push herself up onto her elbows. “No- wait. Please!”

Her reaction is interesting, and so is the increased tension he detects in her body. Sasuke flicks a heavy-lidded glance up at her, and gives her a smug smirk, so utterly devious and sexy that her heart jumps into her throat. Something tells him that he has her now. She gapes at him – and when he disregards her half-hearted plea and runs an index finger experimentally over her inner folds, he is rewarded with the sight of his wife biting down on her lower lip – hard - as her eyebrows furrow together.

He strokes her tantalisingly again, and she releases a strangled sound. He watches her face curiously, intently, using the cues he is receiving from her body to discover which spots excite her most. Her expression is caught somewhere between the blurred boundaries of embarrassment and eagerness. Sakura clearly likes the feeling – but obviously thinks his mouth shouldn’t be anywhere near down there.

It is almost enough to draw a chuckle of amusement from him. She is his. He can touch her wherever he pleases, using any part of his body he likes. And if this area is what flusters her most, then Sasuke tells himself that he will just have to pay it special, particular attention.

He parts her folds, finding the small bud of her clitoris. Sakura releases another choked sound when he brushes his index finger over it.

“Sasuke-kun-!” she manages through tightly clenched teeth. “Please-!” The sensation his touch is eliciting is positively sinful, a tingling burn that is steadily growing into a force so unstoppable, it leaves Sakura’s head spinning. When his thumb begins to stimulate the sensitive spot further in a slow, steady, circular motion, she rewards him with her loudest moan yet, clutching almost painfully onto the sheets underneath her.

“Ahhn! Sasuke-kun!”

He immediately responds to her vocal feedback, his pace and rhythm quickening. The musky scent of her turns him on, and he can feel her growing moister under his touch. It is the most incredibly arousing sight he has ever seen; Sakura, all hot and bothered and sexually excited before him.

And loving her like this, giving her pleasure; it feels so very right.

Panting, she glances down to watch him through half-lidded eyes, before her elbows give out, sending her collapsing fully onto the bed once again. She turns her head, and tries desperately to muffle the sinful sounds in her throat – sounds she did not even realise she could make – by pressing her mouth against one of the scattered pillows beside her.

Sasuke’s eyes narrow disapprovingly. He will have none of that. Keeping his right hand working in its position, he lifts himself up over her and leans forward, catching her chin with his fingers. Angling her face back toward him, he meets her pleasure hazed gaze directly.

“I want to hear you,” he tells her, and quickens the circular motion of his thumb even further, as if to punish her for even attempting to deny him of the lustful exclamations leaving her lips.

Sakura’s back arches in response, her head falls back, and she rapidly loses the will to swallow back her moans any more. Any previous embarrassment is replaced entirely by pure, selfish lust as the tingles rapidly grow in intensity. “Ahhh!” she whimpers. “Oh! Yes! Right there, Sasuke-kun! Ohhh!”

His eyes fix onto her face in wonder. Suddenly, he cannot look away. When she lifts her hands to clutch frantically at her breasts, his breathing becomes more laborious. He can feel the searing heat between his legs growing underneath his robes, throbbing for the same attentions he is giving to her. And suddenly his thumb against her growing slickness is not enough. He wants to taste her. Sakura gasps when, without warning, he replaces his hand with his tongue, swirling hotly around her bundle of nerves.

“Ahhnn!” she cries out, the tension in her lower belly, tightening and coiling until it becomes near unbearable, verging on the sweet agony that accompanies pre-release. Sasuke is ruthless, and does not relent. The blood rushes in his ears and each and every one of Sakura’s throaty, sexy moans urge him to quicken his movements, to bring her to the very edge of the explosive summit she is rapidly climbing.

“Ahhhh! Sasuke-kun! Oh, God! Yes. Yes! I’m-! I- ahhhh!” Her hips begin to buck on instinct, pushing her clit more firmly up against his ravenous mouth.

Sasuke holds her down more firmly, and rewards her yearning pleas by applying more pressure and sucking harder, and she momentarily stiffens, then cries out his name as the constricting coil inside her abruptly snaps, sending wave after wave of rhythmic pleasure coursing through her.

“Sasuke-kuuun!”

It is a feeling unlike anything she has ever experienced, and Sakura’s head falls back as her entire body arches upwards, arms splaying as the euphoric sensation washes over her. Her heart is thundering at an unnatural pace that will surely induce some form of cardiac arrest, but she can’t focus on that, can only feel the pure ecstasy he has given to her.

He presses her abdomen down, preventing her from trying to jerk her hips away, forcing her to ride out the remainder of her climax before his eyes as he finally pulls back to find a trail of liquid leaking from the opening of her virginal entrance. She has loosened up and relaxed completely, is wet and ready for him.

Self-satisfaction and masculine pride swell inside his chest once more, as a smug Sasuke acknowledges that he has given Sakura her first orgasm. And she seems to have thoroughly enjoyed it, too.

And suddenly, now that he has given his wife her release, Sasuke finds that he can no longer hold back the need for his own.

She remains there for a minute, heart racing, trying to gulp down air, stares dizzily up at the high ceiling above them as she struggles to catch her breath, the after-glow of her first climax lingering deliciously. Her mind is blown, and her entire body feels warm and wonderful.

Tsunade-shishou had slyly teased her about the Uchiha being famed lovers, possessing a stamina that was uncommon. She begins to think she might understand the reputation, for she and Sasuke have not really even begun, and for him to pleasure her already like this first, even before he had entered her-

“Sakura-” he utters thickly, his own heart hammering against his rib-cage. It is all at once senseless and consuming, how terribly his body desires their union. He cannot fathom how he has gone so long without this physical closeness with her. Still panting, Sakura understands, and reaches for him, nodding. He has melted away her tension, made her feel at ease. It is now her turn.

She wants to give him the same pleasure he has given to her.

She lifts herself off the bed and leans forward, pressing a palm to his strong chest to push him back down onto the mattress. Sasuke is internally pleased by her increased boldness, and complies. Then she climbs onto him and straddles his hips. She bites her lip and experimentally begins to rub her wet core against the growing hardness she can feel underneath his lower robes.

“Sasuke-kun,” she breathes. “Is this- is this okay?”

It is more than that. Sasuke only manages a terse nod. He is too diverted by the pleasurable feeling of her gyrating down on him to verbally respond.

Just as he had watched her responses before, Sakura now watches him closely also, using every visible cue her eyes can detect to pleasure him. Her breath catches in her throat when she sees the way his jaw clenches tightly as he watches her, and his features contort slightly, as if in pain. Sakura’s heart soars at this encouragement and she is eager to bring out more new expressions. She soon finds a steady rhythm, and grinds backwards and forwards against him, breasts bouncing, which drives Sasuke near wild. He reaches out, runs his hands over her silky upper thighs. She is driving him crazy. He needs to be inside her soon. The ache in his groin is near agonising, now, and Sasuke isn’t sure how much longer he can hold back.

The friction begins to stimulate Sakura once more, too, and she throws her head back as she rocks against him, eager to reach the heights of ecstasy again.

“Haah…” she exhales, closing her eyes as she quickens her movements.

But Sasuke, now fully aroused, can wait no more. In one swift, predatory movement that knocks a surprised Sakura off her newfound perch, he shoves her off him.

“…!” She barely manages to snag a breath before his lips crash down against hers, while his hands move to hastily unfasten and discard his lower garments.

“Sakura,” he whispers; the strain inside him all too evident in the creases on his forehead. “I can’t,” he speaks through clenched teeth, “-hold back- anymore-!”

She nods breathlessly, and as he places his elbows on either side of her head and lowers his body to position himself between her parted legs, she laces her fingers with his.

She squeezes tightly, her eyes wide and brimming with tears of another kind. Happiness, he realises, and is so moved by the pure and ardent love shining in her eyes as she gazes up at him in that moment, that it is enough to render him speechless. He lowers his head, touching his forehead to hers as he exercises every last shred of restraint he possesses to wait for her signal, his heart a frantic drum.

She seems to understand how much this means to him, for it is she who whispers to him lovingly, “I’m ready now, Sasuke-kun.”

The hardness of his length prods her slick opening. Sakura gulps as she anticipates the inevitable discomfort that will accompany their two bodies becoming one at last. But this time, she is fully prepared for it.

Sasuke bites his lower lip – and then nature takes its course.

Her breath hitches in her throat as he penetrates her in one swift, forceful thrust and drowns his groan into the crook of her neck. Then she is gasping at the sheer, unexpected fullness of him, of his agonising thickness and length - the way he seems to stretch her walls so completely, to way beyond their limits.

“Ah!” she cannot help but cry out, overcome by the sharp, stinging, burning pain, but Sasuke is quick to silence her with bruising kisses, as he pins her arms above her head. They help to distract Sakura enough as he fights against his raging desire, and remains completely still within her, waiting for her to acclimatise to him. It is a few minutes before he dares to move again, sliding slowly out of her, gritting his teeth as he does so.

His eyes briefly close, eyebrows furrowing. Fuck. She is so incredibly tight. Her heat surrounds him to his hilt like a molten sheath, and he does not think he can stand the delicious friction. The sensation is divine, like no other he has ever known, and he worries that he cannot hold back, that he will hurt her if he goes too hard and too fast, in the way his body is urging and begging him to do.

Gentle. He has to be gentle, he reminds himself. But the heat is unbearable, and all he wants is to dominate her completely-

Sakura moans, eyes closing as he eases back in carefully, pushing as far as he can, as deeply as her cavern can take.

“Sakura,” his dark eyes check on her, as he struggles to regulate his own breathing.

“I’m fine,” she gasps, and he finally releases her hands to caress her face, wiping at the tears that had spilt when he had initially entered her. She opens her eyes and offers him an unsteady smile. “Really, Sasuke-kun,” she reassures. “I’m- haah,” she huffs, expertly channelling healing chakra to the source of pain. Immediately it helps, reducing the worst of it to a dull ache. “I’m fine,” she says again, encouraging him to continue.

He nods, and gingerly resumes. And being inside her feels so good, he does not understand how he has gone for so long without knowing such intimate pleasure. He senselessly thinks he ought to have married her right after the war, for he does not think he can now ever get enough. Sasuke half-fears for what this will mean - what it will do to them both – for a passion this dangerous will surely set them both aflame – but he cannot bring himself to worry for it, then. For the first time in his life, his body completely overrides the wishes of his mind as it pursues one thing and one thing alone.

He bites down on his tongue, fighting against the groan that begs to fly free from his throat as he plunges in and out of her, his movements slow, inexperienced and disjointed at first, but he has always been a fast learner, and when he is certain that Sakura’s discomfort has waned, he soon gains a steady rhythm.

Their slick bodies slap against each another as he drives into her with increasing force, causing the mattress beneath them to creak against its bedframe.

Sakura’s soft hands are then in his hair, tender and adoring, and she whispers that she loves him again as she wipes the perspiration from his brow. Sasuke knows this truth, has never doubted it since they were twelve, and responds, plunging faster and harder into her until she begins to whimper once again with renewed need. Every thrust drives him closer to the edge, increasing the torturous friction between them until he feels himself rapidly climbing to his peak.

He hisses her name, overwhelmed by the tantalising way her walls clench around his length. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to release, and suddenly she is all he can see, all he can feel, all he can think about. There is only her in the world, and nothing else.

“Sakura-”

Her fingers are now roaming over his chest, gripping onto his strong shoulders. The dull pain is all but forgotten as the familiar, burning tingle returns and overrides everything else, roaring to life like a furnace blazing into being inside her lower belly. The weight of him above her, the feel of his muscles tightening with strain against her makes Sakura writhe beneath him.

“Unh!” she cries out as he picks up further speed, slamming into her with something akin to near-desperation. “Ah! Sa-su-ke-ku-un!” she moans his name pleadingly, her words punctuated by his forceful thrusts. The tantalising feel of his thick, throbbing cock as it ploughs deeply and relentlessly into her is driving her to disorientation. “Ah! Ah! Ah!”

The heat and friction are now excruciating. A delirious Sasuke feels like he is losing his mind at the sight and sound of her writhing and moaning under him, and kisses her deeply to swallow back his own groans. Almost angrily, he plunges his tongue ravenously into her mouth, teeth nipping and biting as his hands move to squeeze her breasts. Her tongue dances against his. clashing for dominance, and she wraps her arms tightly around his neck, yanking him closer. Her legs lift to hook around his waist, increasing the slant and friction between them further. Sasuke grunts with effort as he continues to pound almost mercilessly into her, and feels as though he is being swept along by the irrepressible tides of tempestuous passion. He cannot fight against the force, can only drown with her, into her. She is the only thing that anchors him, his only hope of salvation.

He needs her. At that moment, Sasuke needs her so much, so desperately and so wretchedly, that it steals his breath away.

Sakura’s toes curl and her nails claw down the skin of his back with a force that she is certain will leave angry red marks. But he doesn’t care. It simply heightens the exhilarating sensations coursing through him.

“Khh!” he releases an incoherent, strangled sound, informing her that he is close. So, so close. But he does not want to reach his climax alone. He wants her to orgasm before him, again, is absolutely adamant that she will – and shoves a hand down to her clit again. He rubs at it, his rhythm irregular, frantic and distracted – but the extra stimulation is enough to send her crashing over the edge again.

“Ahhhn!” she screams, nails digging into him like sharp talons. “Sasuke-kuuun! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

And as her walls contract tightly and rhythmically around him, Sasuke finally reaches his peak right after her. The pressure and tantalising tension coiling inside him overflow to boiling point and erupt as his hot seed empties into her, and pure pleasure unlike anything he could ever have imagined tears like a riptide through every inch of his body. He is unable to stop the guttural groan from escaping his throat, and is carried through the waves of bliss by the delectable sound of Sakura crying out his name, over and over again. It is an extreme adrenaline rush, an incomparable euphoric high that sends his soul soaring, makes his throat close over with a depth of emotion wholly alien to him.

It is enough to leave him quivering inside.

His movements become more disjointed as he rides out the last, lingering remains of his orgasm, panting heavily against Sakura’s sticky neck. She holds him, stroking his hair as he begins to descend from the heavenly heights of pleasure. Sasuke gives her one final, deep, tantalisingly slow thrust – then collapses and grows still against her, remaining deeply embedded inside her heated core.

For a long time, they are quiet, the silence between them broken only by the sound of their heavy breathing. Sasuke feels a sense of warmth, peace and fulfilment that he has never experienced before, lying there in her arms, his ear pressed against her left breast, where he can hear the soothing sound of her heartbeat as it gradually slows to its regular, resting rhythm.

It is not long before his eyelids grow heavy, and he tries to fight it, because there is something he wants to say to her, but his mind seems to have abandoned him entirely, for his thoughts are scattered and clouded, and even speaking seems to require too much energy.

“I love you, Sasuke-kun,” she whispers into the darkness, a lullaby that lulls him into the blissful arms of sleep.

But her voice is enough to trigger a final, valiant fight for remembrance inside his head, and he mumbles her name and what he thinks it was he wanted to say, uncertain whether he really manages to articulate it at all as slumber finally takes him.

Sakura’s eyes pool with tears of contentment and her heart is ready to burst from happiness as she stares up at the ceiling, when his drowsy, but unmistakeable words reach her ears.

“Sakura. Thank you.”

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Cough. Yeah. I hope this didn’t disappoint, guys. Again, please keep in mind this is THE FIRST time I am writing a full on love scene, so obviously there’s room for improvement. Thanks for reading and please LIKE/REBLOG/COMMENT and share so other SasuSaku fans can read! Another love-scene oneshot, which will happen after Sarada is born when Sasuke returns from a long mission away, will be written when I find the time.

This will be posted on FF.net tomorrow.

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