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arabella0001 · 2 months ago

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chakra therapy

pairing: naruto uzumaki x reader (6k+ words)

Orochimaru’s latest jutsu leaves Naruto completely cut off from his chakra—until he realizes there’s one exception: you. Shikamaru said you should stay close for ‘research purposes.’ Pretty sure he didn’t mean it like this.”

cn: light sub/dom, overstimulation, breeding kink, praise, slight degrading kink

Naruto had always have feelings for you, though his clumsy, boyish nature kept him from ever admitting it outright. Instead, he showed it through actions. Subtlety wasn’t exactly his strong suit, but the signs were there, stitched into every impulsive action, every unfiltered laugh, every poorly hidden glance. Always hovering nearby, whether or not his presence was necessary. Nodding along, brow furrowed in concentration, even when half the words went over his head.

And then, of course, there were the looks—quick, unintentional, darting away the second he thought he’d been caught.

Every goddamn time. A split-second too long tracking the way fabric molded against curves, the unconscious clench of his jaw when bare skin teased his periphery. The sharp swallow whenever thighs squeezed together, whenever movement dragged his attention somewhere it had no business lingering. He told himself to stop looking, but instincts had other plans—reaction first, regret second.

Of course, you had noticed.

You weren’t stupid, nor were you blind. Naruto was always attractive. Too much muscle packed into that golden skin, those sharp, untamed eyes promising trouble if you let them linger too long.

The strength in his form, honed through years of relentless training. Even his foolish antics, the way he could make you laugh without effort, it was driving you mad. And yet, you never acted on it. You wanted him to be the first to break. To say it, to give in without your help.

But apparently, something else decided to help him instead.

It happened during the latest mission to bring Sasuke back. Orochimaru, infamous for his twisted experiments, had unleashed a forbidden jutsu at the last second before Naruto was being overpowered. It wasn’t a direct attack, no blood spilled, no broken bones. But the effect was insidious.

Naruto could no longer feel his chakra.

Not entirely absent, but distant. Muted echoes drifting in a void, unreachable no matter how desperately he tried. The realization had rattled him in a way that no physical injury ever had.

Now, in the clinic, everyone scrambled to find a way to undo it. The nurse flipped frantically through scrolls, searching for information.

Kakashi, ever the steady one, offered his calm reassurance.

“We’ll fix this. No need to panic.”

Sakura, frustrated and worried in equal measure, smacked Naruto lightly upside the head.

“Snap out of it, idiot! Freaking out isn’t going to fix anything.”Shikamaru, arms crossed, brows furrowed in thought, muttered,

“This is a drag… but if it’s a sensory disruption, we need a trigger to reverse it.”

Despite all their efforts, nothing changed.

You weren’t sure what to do either. But instinct, the same instinct that drove Naruto to protect you whenever you were in danger , had you moving to his side before you could think twice.

You reached for him, voice softer, laking the usual teasing bite. You try to sound steady despite the nervous energy curling in your gut.

“Naruto, breath. Come on, you seriously think I’d let you break that easily?”

Your fingers brushed against his forearm. a simple, grounding touch.

The room stilled.

His head snapped up, eyes blown wide, searching, frantic, until they landed on the source. Still there, still touching him. The words left his mouth without thought, louder than necessary. “I CAN FEEL IT.”

Everyone else froze at his reaction, the intensity in his expression a stark contrast to the depressing energy from moments ago.

Naruto’s breath hitched, his lips parted, and for a second, it wasn’t confusion on his face, it was need. Need to touch you.

You blinked, eyes flickering to where your hand met his skin. “What?”

Shikamaru, ever the skeptic, reached forward and pressed his fingers to Naruto’s shoulder.

Nothing.

Naruto shook his head. “No. Just her.”

A weighted silence followed, thick with unspoken implications.

Shikamaru exhaled slowly, his sharp gaze darting between you and Naruto before something in his expression shifted, a knowing look.

Then, with an almost smug amusement, he murmured, “Well, well… That’s interesting.”

Naruto stiffened, fingers twitching at his sides, his breath coming shorter. His ears burned scarlet, the flush creeping down his throat, disappearing beneath the dip of his collar. His thighs tensed. As if it took everything in him to stay still.

Because suddenly, it all made sense. Why his skin burned beneath your fingers. Why his breath had turned shallow, pupils blown wide. And worse, why the heat in his stare felt nothing like panic anymore.

The next day, Naruto found himself in Shikamaru’s room with you.

Shikamaru sat cross-legged at his desk, a scroll half-unrolled in front of him, fingers lazily tapping against the wood as he exhaled.

“I’ll go through Konoha’s records and archives,” he said, his voice carrying that usual bored indifference, though his sharp gaze betrayed how seriously he was taking it. “If there’s a way to cancel Orochimaru’s jutsu, I’ll find it. But until then…”

He lazily tilted his head toward you before looking back at Naruto.

“You should stick with her.”

Naruto flinched slightly at that, but Shikamaru wasn’t even trying to hide his sly smile.

“You know. For… research purposes.”

Naruto scowled, crossing his arms. “Tch. You make it sound weird, but yeah, yeah, whatever.”

He turned to you, rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish grin. “Guess you’re stuck with me.”

You raised a brow, leaning in slightly. “What’s different from before?”

Naruto immediately tensed, face heating up. “No! I mean—yeah. But not like—!” He cut himself off, groaning loudly before whipping around toward the door. “I’m leaving!”

You just grinned and Shikamaru let out a chuckle, nodding with sly eyes at you as you exit through the door, trailing after Naruto

The walk through the village was quiet for a moment. For once, Naruto was too quiet. Which, honestly, was worse.

A huff of breath, fingers rubbing at the back of his neck, shoulders squared like he was bracing for an attack. And then, with the grace of a man walking into his own execution “Wanna hang out?”

You smiled, feigning surprise. “Are you asking me on a date, Naruto?”

Immediate regret. Air lodged somewhere between his throat and lungs, a violent cough shaking his frame as he stumbled over nothing.

“Wha—?! WHAT’S UP WITH YOU!?” He groaned, muttering under his breath as he kicked at a loose stone on the road. “Tch, forget it.”

You laughed, nudging him with your shoulder. “Relax, idiot. I’m messing with you. Come on, where to? Ramen, training, or do we sit around your place and get competitive over that lame Wind Shuriken game again?”

You paused, thinking for a second before adding “Hm. Actually, it will be helpful to play that game in your current state.”

Naruto huffed, pouting slightly as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. “It’s not lame. You just suck at it.”

You gasped dramatically. “Excuse me?! I literally beat you last time!”

“You cheated!”

“You’re just mad I outplayed you.”

The banter continued as you made your way toward Naruto’s apartment, his earlier flustered state easing into something familiar, something comfortable.

But what you didn’t know—what Naruto wasn’t telling you—was that before he saw you today, he had already had a conversation with Shikamaru, earlier that morning.

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Shikamaru stood near the Hokage building, arms crossed as he eyed Naruto lazily.

“So… how long are you gonna keep pretending?”

Naruto, mid-stretch, froze. His back immediately stiffened before he turned, frowning. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Shikamaru gave him a deadpan look. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. The thing with her.”

Naruto’s eye twitched. “There’s no ‘thing.’”

Shikamaru barely held back an eye-roll. “Right. And the fact that she’s the only person who can break that jutsu? That’s just bad luck?”

Naruto groaned loudly, running a hand through his hair. “Shut up. That doesn’t mean anything.”

Shikamaru sighed, shaking his head. “You’re really hopeless, huh?” He glanced at him, smirking. “You do realize you’re not getting out of this without her figuring it out, right?”

Naruto crossed his arms stubbornly. “Yeah? And what if she doesn’t feel the same way? What if she—”

“Avoids you?” Shikamaru interrupted smoothly, tilting his head. “You really think that’s how she’d react?”

Naruto opened his mouth to argue, only to pause.…Would you?

Shikamaru saw the hesitation flash across his face and smiled knowingly.

“Thought so.”

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Back in the present, by the time you both arrived at Naruto’s place, after a while he began being tense again.

Not because of the hangout itself, you two did this all the time. Whether it was eating, training, or killing time at his place, it was normal.

Except it wasn’t normal anymore.

Because now, every time you looked at him, every time you leaned in slightly, every time your hands brushed, he remember that damn conversation with Shikamaru.

Cross-legged on the floor, the game board stretched between you two, a silent battlefield waiting to be conquered.

It was a Konoha classic: a two-player match where you had to align your chakra-infused tiles to mimic the perfect arc of a shuriken’s flight. Each tile had different wind currents, and only through precise movements and strategy could you outmaneuver your opponent’s trajectory.

Naruto sucked at it.

Not because he was dumb—but because his instincts always made him play fast, aggressive, going for power instead of precision. And the fact that he doesn’t feel the chakra like before made it worse. You, on the other hand, knew exactly how to read his movements, how to bait him into making the wrong moves.

And it pissed him off. Expecially right now.

“Tch—dammit!” Naruto groaned as he stared at the board, his last move completely blocked.

You bit back a grin, tilting your head. “What’s wrong, hero? Not as easy as a real shuriken throw?”

Naruto scowled. “This stupid game is rigged. Who the hell has time to plan this far ahead?”

“People who think before they act.” You hummed, tapping a finger against your lips in mock thought. “But hey, don’t feel bad. I can help you to feel your chakra, remember?”

His face burned immediately. Yeah, right. Back to reality.

You moved before he could protest, reaching over to slide a tile into place. A simple reach, fingers gliding over the board, but the shift brought warm skin against his, thighs brushing, arms pressing together for just a second too long.

The same electric sensation that grounded him yesterday, that pulled him out of his suffocating void was again, the warm, unmistakable pulse of your chakra.

His throat went dry, swallowing as a slow, pulsing ache settled deep in his belly, building with every touch.

You didn’t pull away. Instead, you let your fingers linger on his wrist, feeling the slight tremor beneath his skin. “Nervous?”

Naruto stutter. “N-no. Continue”

But his voice betrayed him, cracking slightly, low and strained.

Oh. This was fun.

Your fingers ghosted up his arm, teasing the hypersensitive skin, barely touching his forearm before curling around his bicep just enough to make his cock twitch.

Naruto’s breath hitched, chest rising in a stuttering gasp.

Your smirk deepened. “Relax, Naruto. I’m just getting comfortable.”

A blatant lie. And you think he knew it, or at least sense something by the way he is sending you a glare.

You shifted closer, brushing your thigh against his. The heat of his body—always so naturally warm—seeped into you, and the moment your breath ghosted against his ear, he physically jolted.

His chakra, what little he could feel, was flickering wildly. Every brush of your fingertips sent ripples of sensation through his body, as if his nerves were waking up one by one, tuned only to you.

His breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, his chest heaving as if he couldn’t get enough air.

He wanted to say something, anything, but his mind was a mess. It was too much, the sensation of your hands trailing slow, your teasing, the undeniable pull of your chakra weaving into his.

“Or do you want me to help you more?” Your voice, closer to his ear, make his impossible to move an inch.

He wanted to say something. Beg, maybe. Or tell you to stop before he lost every last ounce of restraint. But the way your nails teased closer to the waistband of his pants? Fuck. His mind had gone blank.

He don’t know how it escalated into this. Why are you doing this? Aren’t you two friends? I mean, he is insanly in love with you but…why would you?

“H-Hey…” His voice was strained, hands gripping his knees. “We should stop—”

You didn’t stop. How could you? You know he feels closer to normal before that cursed jutsu…or maybe more than normal.

Instead, your fingers trailed dangerously lower, tracing the waistband of his pants, not enough to touch, just enough to threaten.

“Wha—“

Naruto practically tore himself away, breath ragged, face burning. “I—I can’t. I don’t wanna—” He clenched his fists, eyes squeezing shut. “I don’t wanna use you.”

The sudden seriousness in his voice made you pause. He wasn’t just embarrassed anymore. He was struggling.

You tilted your head, watching him closely.

“Use me?”

He exhaled hard, his like sandpaper in his throat. “I just really, really want you. T-to keep touching me.”

The admission came out like a confession he wasn’t ready to say aloud, his knuckles white from how hard he was gripping himself.

You licked your lips, feeling your own pulse quicken. And then, as if deciding for both of you, you leaned in, voice smooth.

“But you’re not using me.”

The words slotted into place like a key turning in a lock. And just like that, the dam holding him back cracked.

And just as his uncertain and vulnerable gaze snapped to you, you let your fingers skim over his collarbone, nails lightly dragging making him feel overwhelmed.

The second your lips brushed against his ear, his fingers clenched at your hips, an involuntary whimper breaking free. You grinned, amused at the way his body trembled next to you.

The escape was clumsy, like a man barely holding onto the last thread of control.

“Naruto…” Your voice was lower now, testing. “Focus”

His throat bobbed, eyes dark and completely wrecked. This is wrong. His mind chaotic, messy, he can’t continue like that.

And then, just like that, he snapped.

“STOP!”

His head tipped just slightly, muscles locked in place, as if terrified to move.

Before be can’t control himself, Shikamaru’s voice maddening bim, he jut burst out—loud, desperate, like something that had been clawing to escape.

“I don’t want this just because of this jutsu think!” his breath uneavsn before continuing “It feel wrong, hiding it from you and I—I like you, okay?”

You pause for a second, you can’t say you didn’t felt your stomach curl as he finally admitted, but right now? Right now you are too aroused to even think straight.

“Oh, Naruto. But i knew.”

His entire face burned, staring at you “What did you mean you knew???”

You shrugged, looking unaffected with a grin on your face. “You think i didn’t notice? How you look at me? I just wanted to see when you’d break.”

Naruto looked utterly betrayed. His mouth opened, closed— groaning loudly, covering his face. “You’re evil.”

You laughed, tipping his chin back up with a single finger. “And you love it.”

Naruto swallowed hard.

And then, before he could stop you, you pressed your lips to his, swallowing the helpless groan that spilled from him.

His mouth parted before he could think, the taste of you intoxicating while his hands gripping at your waist like he couldn’t help himself.

The sound that tore from him was unintentional—a hushed, wrecked thing, barely a whisper against your mouth.

His body reacting before his mind could catch up, unsure if he wanted to push you away or pull you in and never let go. His mouth parted instinctively, desperate, pliant, letting you take everything you wanted from him.

When you tugged at his hair, he gasped—a sharp, wrecked little sound that sent a thrill through you. You didn’t hesitate, fingers tugging slightly as you pushed him down onto the floor, straddling him.

Naruto’s hands instinctively grabbed your butt, pulling you closer.

“F-Fuck—” His voice was wrecked, already breathless, already losing it.

You leaned into his ear, letting your breath fan against his skin. “Also, i like you too.”

His entire body shuddered beneath you.

His chakra latched onto yours, sinking into you, heat pooling in every place your bodies touched.

And when your lips traced the shell of his ear, when your hips pressed just slightly against his painfully hard cock, Naruto let out a broken moan, his hips shifting beneath you instinctively, desperate for any kind of friction.

Your hips rolled against him, just a tease and his whole body tensed, thighs pressing together, his grip on you tightening.

His head tipped back, exposing the length of his throat as a helpless, needy moan spilled from his lips, his body begging without words.

Naruto was shaking beneath you, his breath ragged, uneven, pupils blown wide as his hands trembled against your waist. You felt them, those rough, calloused fingers gripping you like he was afraid to let go.

For all his stubbornness, all his fire, he was melting under you, pupils blow wide feeling his hands squeezing your butt harder.

Then, hesitantly, cautiously, his hands moved up. The moment his fingers brushed against your chest, you felt it—a hesitant, almost reverent touch, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed.

Like he thought you might stop him.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you let out a slow, pleased hum, pressing into his touch just enough to let him know.

His fingers tightened, palms cupping, kneading, thumbs brushing over your nipples through the fabric, and fuck—Naruto was a fast learner. His hands were warm, eager, your body pressing firmer into his hands. He swallowed thickly, his voice rough as he murmured,

“You feel… fuck. You feel so good.”

It was the way he said it—the raw need in his voice, the awe beneath it—that made heat coil low in your stomach.

But as nice as this was, you had something else in mind.

Before Naruto could get too comfortable, you suddenly gripped his wrists, pulling his hands away.

He made a frustrated sound, confused, but before he could protest, you moved, taking him with you as you stand up.

Naruto blinked at you, still disoriented, panting, his body flushed with heat as he sat there, his hands still twitching, aching to touch you again.

Then, you did something unexpected. For him, at least. You sank to your knees in front of him.

Naruto froze.

His entire body locked up, his breath caught in his throat, looking down at you.

“W-Wait, what—”

He started to reach for you again, but you caught his wrists again, stopping him.

“No touching.”

Naruto let out a small, broken whine, fingers twitching in your grasp. “What—why—?”

You grinned up at him, a slow, wicked thing. “Because I want you to behave.”

His breath shuddered, his entire body going rigid at the way you said it.

Watching as he shifted uncomfortably, with a blush on his face, clearly torn between his desperate need to touch you and the fact that you weren’t letting him.

He was always the fighter, always the reckless one, always pushing forward without thinking. But now? Now, you had him right where you wanted him.

“Naruto,” you murmured, tilting your head. “You like this, don’t you?”

His breath came short, shaky, his jaw clenching, his body betrayed him, giving all the answers you know.

He swallowed hard, glaring down at you with that wild, unsteady gaze, his voice strained.

“You sure—”

You leaned in, lips barely ghosting over his stomach, feeling the way his muscles tightened violently under your touch.

“Shhh.”

His hands fisting uselessly in the air, unable to do anything except sit there and take it.

Letting your nails rake lightly down his sides, the sensation just enough to make him squirm.

“You’re so tense,” you murmured, voice laced with amusement. “I thought you liked being in control, baby.”

Naruto whimpered, shaking his head, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Y-You’re cheating.”

You smirked, tilting your head. “Oh? And what are you gonna do about it?”

His jaw clenched, his eyes dark and completely wrecked. “L-Let me touch you.”

You hummed, running your lips over his stomach again, your tongue barely flicking against the heat of his skin.

Naruto jolted like you’d shocked him, breath catching on a choked gasp. 'F-Fuck—Please”

And there it was. That one magic word.

Your smile widened, and you finally let go of his wrists, letting him decide. But you saw him already submitting, his hands fisted into his own shirt, gripping it impatiently, every nerve in his body alight with anticipation.

You dragged your nails down his pants, exposing him, and as you feel the muscles twitch beneath your fingertips, the way his legs tensed, shifting restlessly. His whole body was a mess of sensitivity, his chakra curling around you like it was clinging for dear life.

His head tilting back, exposing the long line of his straining throat. You licked your lips, taking your time. His hips jerked slightly when your breath ghosted over his long, thick cock, precum leaking from his tip.

The second your tongue flicked over him, Naruto let out a broken, wrecked gasp. He was trying so damn hard to stay still, the desperation radiating off of him.

“F-fuck!”

You started slow, letting your tongue trace hot, wet circles, humming as you taste his precum and pulling away just when you felt him shudder under you.

“You’re shaking, pretty boy.” you murmured against his skin with a sweet, taunting voice. “Can’t handle it?”

Naruto let out a whimper, his breath hitching.

“N-No, —”

He cut himself off with a loud moan when you start sucking, hollowing your cheeks just enough to take him all. His fingers flew to your hair instantly, gripping slightly, making you dripping already between your thighs. But you weren’t about to let him have control.

You pulled off just enough to let your breath ghost over him, grinning when you heard the pathetic sound that left his lips, his thighs clenching around you in pure, helpless frustration.

“P-Please!”

You hummed, dragging your nails up his stomach, feeling his muscles jump under your touch.

“Please what, Naruto?”

His fingers tugging into your hair, chasing your open mouth before replying with a desperate voice.

“Please don’t stop”

“Good boy.”

The second your mouth wrapped around him again, Naruto’s head slammed back, a ragged, broken moan tearing from his lips. His entire body seized up, thighs tensing, hands fisting into the sheets like he was fighting for his life. But the fight was already lost.

Then you took him deeper.

When your throat flexed around his cock, tight and wet, swallowing him down to the base, his hips bucked—uncontrolled, desperate. A strangled gasp escaped him, somewhere between a plea and a curse, his fingers twitching like he wanted to grab your hair and fuck himself deeper but was too wrecked to even try.

And then you locked eyes with him.

Fuck.

The sight alone nearly undid him—his cock disappearing between your lips, drool glistening at the corners of your mouth, those wide, knowing eyes staring straight into his soul like you were drinking in every second of his unraveling. Heat slammed through his core, pleasure twisting sharp and brutal in his gut.

‘Shit—fuck—’ His voice was wrecked, shaking, pure desperation spilling from his lips as your tongue curled around him, sucking with slow, deliberate precision, like you wanted to ruin him.

And god, you were—pulling him deeper, taking him whole, like he was nothing but something to be used, devoured, wrecked.

Naruto’s whole body arched, back bowing off the floor, a raw, shaking gasp ripped from his lips, his fingers tugging at your hair as he lost it.

He whimpered, broken and breathless, his body shuddering violently, his thighs clamping around you as he came hard. So fucking hard.

Pleasure slammed through him in waves, crashing over him so hard his vision went white. Naruto pushed your head further, riding his orgasm with weak moves and letting you swallow all his load.

You clean him off with slow, languid licks until his body finally, finally sagged, spent and shaking, his breath coming in soft, shuddering gasps.

You look at him—how beautiful he looked. His head lolled back, his chest heaving, his entire body still trembling, his skin flushed, damp with sweat. His hands twitched uselessly, like he still couldn’t quite remember how to function.

“Damn, hero.”

Naruto groaned, covering his flustered face with his arm, still trying to catch his breath.

“Sh-Shut up.”

For a long momeng, Naruto didn’t move, he looked at you intensely, the aftermath of what you had just done still lingering in his muscles.

It was subtle at first, the way his gaze turned serious, the way his posture straightened, the tension in his shoulders unraveling into something else. That familiar, feral gleam sparking to life.

Before you could even register what was happening, Naruto moved fast. One second, you were still kneeling on the floor, feeling satisfied, smug. The next? Your back hit the mattress, breath punched from your lungs as Naruto hauled you up and tossed you onto the bed like you weighed nothing.

“Wha—?!”

Your protest was immediately cut off by the weight of his body pressing firmly against yours, his mouth at your ear, voice low and dangerous.

“You think you can just do that to me and get away with it?”

Your stomach flipped. Your breath hitched as his hands gripped your thighs, spreading them apart effortlessly, his body pressing you further into his bed. Squirming while trying to move, his grip tightened.

“Nuh-uh.” His voice was taunting, drenched in amusement. “You had your fun. Now it’s my turn.”

Even if your face flushed, you still shot back, “Oh, so you finally grew a backbone?”

Naruto just laughed, low and rough, his fingers teasing the hem of your clothes, playing with the fabric.

“You really don’t get it, do you?”

With zero hesitation, he ripped your shirt clean off. You gasp, your hands instinctively moving to cover yourself, but Naruto was faster.

“Nope.”

He grabbed your wrists, pinning them down above your head, eyes drinking you in like he’d been starving for this. And then, so casually it made your stomach twist, he muttered,

“Damn. You’re even better than I imagined.” Your blush deepened and his smirk widened. “You think I haven’t thought about this?”

His touch dragged rough and sure, tracing every inch of you like he owned it. Fingers trailed down your torso, skimming over your stomach, nails grazing just enough to make you shiver. “You have no idea what you’ve done to me, do you?”

You opened your mouth to respond, only to be silenced when his hands finally moved between your legs, parting them fully, thumbs digging into your inner thighs.

His breath was hot against your skin, his voice gravelly, hungry.

“I’ve wanted to have you for so long.”

Your entire body jolted the moment Naruto’s fingers curled into the waistband of your pants, dragging them down with excruciating slowness, like he wanted you to feel every second of it. His grip on your thighs was firm—possessive—spreading you open without hesitation, without asking, like he was owed this. Like he wasn’t giving you a choice.

And when his fingers slid through the slick, dripping mess he’d already made of you, a low groan rumbled from his chest, dark and satisfied. He dragged his fingertips through the heat, parting you with slow, teasing strokes before pulling back to admire the way your wetness clung to him.

“Mmm,” he murmured, biting his lip. “All this for me?”

You barely had time to suck in a breath before his head dipped lower, tongue pressing against your soaked panties, running slow and deliberate over the damp fabric. The first warm, wet stroke had you gasping, thighs jerking as the pleasure struck too fast, too sudden.

Naruto groaned against you, breath hot through the thin barrier of lace. Your panties were shoved aside, and his mouth was on you, tongue dragging through your folds, slow and filthy, before closing around your clit and sucking. Hard.

A choked moan ripped from your throat, hands flying into his hair, gripping, pulling, but Naruto didn’t let up—if anything, the firm weight of his tongue only pressed deeper, flicking over your swollen bud before closing his lips around it and sucking with obscene precision.

Your hips jerked against his mouth, body twisting under the intensity, the sheer heat of it, but Naruto only growled, tightening his grip on your thighs, forcing them apart every time you tried to clamp them shut.

“Shh,”he murmured, tongue flicking against your clit, voice mocking against your dripping cunt. “I thought you liked teasing?”

“N-Naruto—!”

The sharp whimper that tore from you when he sucked harder was embarrassing, but fuck—he wanted it. Wanted to hear every gasp, every shaky moan, wanted to feel you break on his tongue.

“Come on, baby. Give it to me.”

The command sent a shockwave through your spine. Your stomach clenched tight, the pleasure twisting sharp and hot inside you, flooding your system too fast, too intense. Your thighs trembled, body arching into his mouth as heat rushed through you, tearing a cry from your lips.

But Naruto didn’t stop.

Didn’t let you breathe, didn’t let you recover. He kept going—licking, sucking, dragging his tongue through the mess of your orgasm, coaxing every last spasm from you while his grip remained tight, keeping you spread open, keeping you at his mercy.

When you tried to twist away, panting, overstimulated, a wrecked “N-No—“ falling from your lips, Naruto only laughed.

“One more.”

You whimpered, tried to push him away, but he didn’t let you as his mouth worked you all over again. Your vision blurred, legs trembling so violently you thought they might give out completely.

“You can do it, baby. Just one more.”

“Naruto, I-I can’t” your voice cracking into broken moans.

“Shh. You wanted to tease me, right?” His breath was hot, merciless against your skin. “You can take it.” You sobbed, your body writhing beneath him as your nails dragging down his arms, he groaned when he felt how easily his fingers sank into you, how ready you were. The pressure inside you built higher, tighter, until it felt like you might break apart, cumming again, harder, messier than before.

“So good. You taste so good.”

Your voice broke, your body convulsing, and still, Naruto kept going, groaning against your skin, drinking in every last drop. By the time he finally pulled away, you were wrecked. Still twitching from the aftershocks, chest heaving with a dazed expression on your face. Naruto come back over you, licking his lips and smirking down at you.

“Damn,” he murmured, “I should’ve done this sooner.”

You were too out of it to even glare. He leaned in, voice low, teasing.

“Think you can handle one more?”

Your eyes widen before stuttering “You’re insane-“ but Naruto laughed at you with that stupid smile of him.

“Oh, you’re in trouble now, baby.”

His voice was hoarse, thick with hunger, as the swollen head of his cock dragged through your folds, teasing, slick with how ready you were for him. And then, without warning, he drove himself inside—deep, stretching you open around his thick length, forcing a choked moan from your throat.

Mouths parted in tandem, bodies tensing at the overwhelming sensation, every brutal snap of his hips sending shockwaves through you. Each thrust was sharp, relentless, burying him to the hilt, making you take all of him, over and over.

The room was filled with it—the wet, obscene sounds of him fucking you, filthy and raw, a stark contrast to the way he had you pinned, wrists locked above your head, helpless beneath the force of it.

"Shit—you’re sucking me in so fucking good," he groaned, his voice low, unsteady, almost desperate. "Like you are made for me."

Your moan broke into a sob, the stretch, the depth, the way his cock dragged against your walls just right making you shudder helplessly beneath him. And Naruto could feel it, how your walls wrapped harder around his cock, pulling him deeper, trying to keep him inside. He’d never felt anything like this. It was only you.

His hips snapped harder, faster, his fingers digging into your skin as he moan into your ear.

"You take me so fucking well." His lips brushed the shell of your ear, taunting. "You like this, huh? Like being fucked like you belong to me?"

You whimpered, your voice breaking. "Y-Yes, yes, Naruto!”

"Yeah? You need it, don’t you?" His voice was mocking, knowing, his grip tightening as he thrust deeper, dragging a filthy moan from your throat.

You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, the pleasure too much, too sharp, too deep.

"Say it." His fingers slid up your body, wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your pulse hammer against his palm. "Tell me how much you fucking need me."

Your moan broke into a sob, your body trembling beneath him, on the edge of something devastating.

"I need you so bad, baby, please—"

He groaned, his hand tightening just slightly, his cock hitting so deep your vision blurred. Your nails dug into the sheets, your voice nothing but a breathless whimper and his hand slid lower, pressing between your legs, fingers rubbing slow, teasing circles over your clit. Your whole body jerked, your breath catching on a sharp cry.

"That’s it." His voice was pure sin, his pace unrelenting. "You’re gonna cum for me again, yeah?"

Your moans turned desperate, high-pitched and pleading, your body grinding back against him, needing more, needing everything.

"Come on, baby. Let me feel it."

You could barely breathe, barely think, his words sending heat surging through you, tipping you closer, closer—

"That’s my good girl."

Your orgasm tore through you, blinding, all-consuming, your whole body convulsing, legs shaking, nails raking down the mattress.

Your walls clenched around him, fluttering, sucking him in deeper, making Naruto snarl, his breath shuddering as he fought to hold on.

"F-Fuck—“

Your voice was wrecked, almost incoherent, "Naruto—please—please, I want it—want you to cum inside me—"

His pace stuttered, his whole body shuddering at your words.

"Shit—“

You turned your head, breath hot, desperate against his ear.

"I’d let you do it anytime—"

Naruto groaned, loud, broken, his grip on your hips bruising.

"Yeah? You wanna be my little cumdump, baby?"

Your voice was pleading, breathless, needy. "Yes, yes! Please!”

Naruto’s hips snapped forward one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go, a wrecked, guttural moan tearing from his throat as he came. His whole body shuddering violently, he leg a loud while his cock pulsing inside, filling you up.

His fingers curled into the sheets, his jaw clenched tight, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure slammed through him in waves, his chakra burning, surging, spilling into yours.

And then, finally—his body sagged, his forehead pressing into your shoulder, his breath still ragged, uneven.

He was still inside you, still panting, feeling how you are trembling against him, his body glowing with heat, skin damp with sweat.

He lets his forehead lean against your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck while arms wrapped around you like he had no intention of letting go.

For a while, neither of you moved.

The silence wasn’t awkward, it was comfortable, necessary.

His fingers dragged up and down your spine absentmindedly, barely-there touches that sent the occasional shiver through your body. He was still breathing heavily, still coming down, deep inside you, reluctant to pull away.

He sighed, shiftin as his lips brushed against your temple, soft, barely a whisper. Then, your cheek. Your jaw. Your throat.

Each kiss was slow, warm, unhurried, his hands roaming gently, lazily, like he was trying to memorize every inch of you. It wasn’t lustful anymore. It was something else. Something Naruto had never really put into words before, making your heart stuttered.

"I like you.” his voice was hoarse, vulnerable.

And before you could say anything, he kept going.

"I like you so fucking much." His nose brushed against your skin, his lips pressing against your shoulder "I think I have for a long time."

Your chest ached, in a way that made you want to pull him closer, hold onto him forever.

You smiled softly, running your fingers through his damp hair. "I know, dumbass."

Naruto snorted, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder. "Yeah, yeah. You always knew."

A pause.

Then his lips pressed against your collarbone, your chest, your stomach.

"I really, really like you."

You let out a breathless laugh, brushing his bangs from his face. "I got that part, baby"

Naruto just grinned, kissing lower, nipping, teasing, worshipping.

"Good. Just making sure."

Eventually, Naruto pulled away, rolling onto his back, still keeping you close with his arms lazily slung around your waist. You were comfortable, warm, tangled up together, his fingers still idly playing with your skin, tracing patterns across your hip.

Naruto blinked, staring at his hand for a second, his brows furrowing. You noticed immediately, shifting slightly.

"What?"

He opened and closed his fist and slowly, he flexed his fingers, his expression shifting.

"No way! I can feel it."

He said it so quietly, so disbelievingly, that you barely registered it.

Right as Naruto was staring at his hand in shock, his phone buzzed from the floor.

Still dazed, he reached over, glancing at the screen. A message. From Shikamaru.

"So I think I figured it out. Looks like the jutsu suppresses chakra externally, but it’s possible for it to gradually reactivate under the right… conditions."

Another buzz.

"Prolonged exposure to a strong external chakra source, repeated stimulation, or deep physical synchronization might accelerate restoration."

Naruto blinked. He read it twice and the started laughing.

You frowned, propping yourself up on your elbow.

Naruto just shook his head, still grinning, tossing the phone onto the bed after replying.

"Myeah. Just found out. Thanks anyway!”

You stared at him, unimpressed. "That’s it? Your chakra is back?”

He grinned harder, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Yup.”

"Unbelievable."

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you on top of him, his fingers trailing lazy patterns on all of your body.

Your breath evened out, limbs growing heavy, molding into his frame as if you had always belonged there. As if this had always been meant to happen. As if this his touch, his presence, the way he held you like you were something precious—had been inevitable from the start.

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inside-lees-mind · 1 year ago

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hi could i rq. general konoha 11 + sand siblings nsfw hcs ! (aged up/boruto ver obv) <3

Also: nobody understands Uchihas better than I do and I don’t even like most of em. /j Why are they all practically evil in fics? I’m going crazy. Most of them are clearly softies when it comes to love. Am I right or am I right???

And sorry, you can tell who I have more ideas for and who I was drawing a blank on.

Oh and sorry yall for the gap in my writing. This one took a while. I’ve been working on it for a bit. And part of it got lost and deleted, so I rewrote it. A long with a couple other stories got deleted and I lost some motivation for a moment lol

Konoha 13 + Sand Siblings HCs

Naruto Uzumaki

He’s energetic, and that 100% applies to in bed too.

Likely inexperienced, but eager. And a little nervous.

Talked big game beforehand, but even if you didn’t know before, you definitely know it was all talk now.

That being said, he’s a quick learner, even if he complains about being confused at first.

I think he’d have like little to no knowledge though, being such a loner for a while, in all. Hope you have patience.

That being said, he is a bit of a pervert with what he does know.

Overall though, he’d set a fast pace, but the sex would still be intimate and soft.

Praise. Praise. Praise. Giving and receiving.

Sasuke Uchiha

No experience, but he knows the ins and outs.

He wasn’t too concerned with sex or anything of that matter before, but when he returned to Konoha, he realized he had feelings for you. So he starts to think about it.

He’s not a pervert like Kakashi or Naruto, and he’d never lose his cool over sexy jutsu, BUTTT he’s secretly horny as hell. Like low sex drive usually, but just being around you makes it sky rocket to abnormal levels.

He’s very private about sex though, so usually only happens in your bedroom or… cough cough in a quiet forest with nobody around cough cough (if you know, you know)

He’s got a breeding kink. Next question.

Uses a mix of degradation and praises.

Lots of demanding, but also lots of giving soooo…

I truly believe Sasuke would be a softer partner than people make him out to be. Like did yall watch Boruto or not?? He’s got awkward and sweet energy. He’s TRYING. He’s emotionally stunted yall.

More dominant and likes to be in control, but will fall apart in your arms anyways. Usually more of a soft dom than anything.

One of the most likely to be fairly kinky though. I think he’d slowly discover he’s into things as they occur or cross his mind.

Sakura Haruno

She knows a lot about the human body.

Might have experience, might not. I could see it either way.

I think your first time with her would happen after like a romantic dinner together. And it would be romantic and slow.

But… that depends on you, because she’ll mostly go with what you want. It makes her happy.

She’s okay with being degraded or praised, but she really only likes to praise you.

Low sex drive.

She likes any position she can see your face.

She’s a switch, depends on her partner’s preference.

Sai Yamanaka

(Obviously not married here but just to have a last name to add)

He read a book about what to do.

Probably does something incredibly stupid at first, but that being said, he’s not an idiot, so not too bad.

You’d probably have to correct him a little bit. Also, tell him to forget the book and just go with the feeling and follow your lead.

You’d be in the lead at first. Probably go down on him first thing.

He’s not small. (I mean did you hear the way he talked to Naruto? He’s probably got something to work with if he’s talking so confidently LMFAO)

So you’d probably have to use your hand for the base while your mouth sucks on about half or so of his cock.

His hand tangles in your hair/rests on top, not pulling, but resting there.

He throws his head back, letting out soft sighs and small moans that escape his lips. He’s not trying to be quiet, but he’s not loud either.

Although, he might have read girls don’t like when guys make noise. Who knows. Then you might have to tell him that’s not true.

At first, sex is just discovering things with him. You’re both exploring how everything feels.

But, after a few times, he starts taking the lead and initiating.

He has a low sex drive though, so he won’t initiate too often.

It’s also hard to get him to realize what you’re asking for if you drop hints. He saw your underwear when you bent over… okay. He might even comment on how you should be more careful since he knows you don’t like to expose yourself so much.

You just deadpan and tell him it was supposed to turn him on.

“Oh.” And now he’s unbuckling his pants and asking you to come sit on his lap. :)

Shikamaru Nara

Low sex drive, usually at least, because now he’s consumed by the desire to be rode by you. Like he dreams about it.

He calls you troublesome to himself when he wakes up hard in the morning occasionally.

He lowkey loves to just lay between your legs or have you sit on his face so he can eat you out (pussy or ass, don’t matter)

Lazy morning sex. He loves it.

He’s dominant, but he can be rather lazy most the time. That being said, he will fuck you how you want him to if you ask.

Degrading but he’s not super mean about it at all. More like soft grunts with degrading terms, but the rest of it comes out more like soft sighs and groans of pleasure and praise.

Choji Akimichi

The sweetest. He takes his time with you every time.

Body worship. More so giving than receiving, but he’ll be a blushing mess if you give back the same energy.

Praise. Lots of it.

He’d be the type to kiss down your body, from your lips to your neck to your chest all the way down til he gets between your legs.

He can’t bring himself to be rough or harsh with you in anyway. No degradation, rough sex, or anything.

Likes to be able to see your face during sex.

He’d like to try food play.

Ino Yamanaka

Pillow princess unless asked to do otherwise.

She loves to be praised and worshipped, but also likes things rougher.

She’s a bit of a brat about things. Constantly going against what you say for fun.

She does it on purpose so you’ll go rougher on her, she likes it.

She also likes when things are slow and romantic though.

And she’d love it if you planned like a candlelit dinner and put a trail of rose petals on like Valentine’s Day, or even just cuz.

Shino Aburame

He’s in charge. He’s on top. Whatever. He doesn’t like to not have control.

He also just wants to please you, and often he’s not too worried about himself.

Might get a little self conscious if you skip over touching him or giving him head more than once. Like if it’s been a few times now and you haven’t bothered… did he do something?

He doesn’t need it, but he just… you know how he is.

He doesn’t make much noise.

But I do believe that right before he cums, he whimpers. He can’t help it, and don’t bring it up afterwards. He’ll be so embarrassed and not want to do it for a while because he’s scared he’ll do it again.

If he gets like that, just tell him you loved it. Then go down on him and tell him you wanna make him do it again.

He’s good with his hands, I just know it.

He can go rough and be stern and demanding, but other than that, he’s rather vanilla.

He’s a big fan of missionary so he can see your face.

And he doesn’t want to do anything unless it’s in your own home or absolute private, like an inn.

Kiba Inuzuka

Hickeys.

He loves giving them.

You will have like 20. From your jaw to your thighs, he’s marked. Plenty of them are visible and hard to hide because they’re dark.

He doesn’t exactly take his time. No, those hickeys are from the entire act. He starts leaving them during foreplay, then when he’s pounding into you, he quiets himself down by latching onto your skin.

When he eats you out, he leaves bite marks and hickeys around your thighs.

He calls it “marking his territory” then has to explain himself because no he doesn’t mean you’re a territory, you’re not a place or an object… he just… you’re his partner!

He’s rough.

Likes doggystyle most, but then he gets upset that he can’t see your face and next time he sets up a mirror.

Quickies. He can’t wait. He’ll whine if you tell him NO he can’t fuck you under the blanket, because YES people will notice the movement.

You might want to settle and pull him into a bathroom and let him fuck you over the counter, but he won’t force or beg you to the point of you giving in or anything. He’ll wait if you really mean no.

He’s got a high sex drive

Very likely to be pretty kinky. He’d be willing to tie you up, spank you, degrade you, etc.

He won’t do pet play. Thinks that shit is weird. So don’t think that because he’s a dog user, he’s gonna act dog like or have you act dog like. In fact, he’s more likely to hate it as a dog user.

I think he’d find any roleplay to be useless though. You could convince him if you wanted, but he’ll complain.

Hinata Hyuga

Much more intimate and gentle sex is what she wants

She’s not a pillow princess. She literally fantasizes about pleasing her partner.

Like probably day dreams, gets lost in her own thoughts, then is a blushing mess when she realizes that somebody is talking to her and she’s imagining what your moans would sound like when she’s between your legs, ESPECIALLY if the person talking to her is you.

She likes to do it in private, but she can’t deny that she imagines doing it where you both currently are. Not that she would.

Secretly has a high sex drive

Long refractory period though. She needs breaks between rounds.

Neji Hyuga

Took him a while to get vulnerable enough to take off his clothes if he’s being honest

Also I think Hyuga’s are very reserved and conservative until marriage, but he has such a tough time following that.

He really wants to jump your bones. And it’s almost like the fact he can’t because of his clan’s reserved and traditional nature just makes it WAYYYY more tempting.

You’re literally irresistible to him

Secretly, he’s just a little bit of a pervert. (Like Rock Lee’s Ninja Pals says he is)

I think he would have wet dreams from sexual frustration. Like the longer he holds back from having you under him, the worse it gets. Like a disease with no treatment.

I think your first time with him would be sudden, and it would be his first time ever.

You’d look WAYYYYY to good, and this time he can’t bring himself to ignore the boner he gets. No he’s gotta see if you’ll indulge him.

He may stop and pull away, get his act together if you remind him of his clan’s pride, and how he was so bent on following it before.

Maybe the first time, but by the next time he tries to give in, there is no try. He is cancelling any plans y’all had and tearing the outfit that made your body look so irresistible off.

He doesn’t have a super high sex drive, but he has such a hard time resisting just laying you down when you look so damn good. You are the reason he’s horny.

He loves when you ride him, and he WILL whimper. He tries not to, but Neji can’t be silent with the way you are squeezing him. The way you do it is so perfect, every bounce is drawing a noise out of him until he’s literally just letting out a stream of loud whimpers as he cums.

I think his cum would actually taste good. Next question.

Rock Lee

Perverted…

He feels bad for it when he catches himself, but Oop it’s too late… he’s got a boner

Boners are obvious in that green spandex…

He wouldn’t agree with doing it in public or semi-public though, but if you noticed his behavior or boner and pulled him off into the bathroom, ignoring his “this is indecent!” Protests because when you look at him before diving in to give him head, his eyes are literally pleading and he shuts up, pushing his hips towards your face.

He can’t be quiet so you’ll have stuff something in his mouth or cover it with your hand.

He secretly wants your chest in his face. He’s a chest guy. Boobs, pecks, whatever. He loves everything chest.

But he also loves ass. Small or big. Wants to grab a handful anyways.

Total switch

Because listen, he loves to pin your hips down and force you to accept the pleasure you’re trying to deny yourself.

Loves to pound his hips against yours until you’re a mess, but he also loves to do as you say.

He loves to be broken down until he’s in pieces by your mouth, body, words, whatever.

He whimpers like constantly, especially when he’s submissive. He tries to shut up when he’s dirty talking as he’s in charge, but he lets GO otherwise.

Tenten

I’m sorry her portion of this will be… lacking. I don’t know enough to say much. I love her, but I’ve never really thought about this at all.

I think she’d be a switch, but prefers to be in charge.

I think she’s depend greatly on you though.

If you don’t want to bottom/sub, that’s good.

Or vise versa.

She likes to take her time when she’s in control.

She’s fairly willing to try new things if you want to.

She enjoys going down on you most of all.

Gaara of the Sand

He’s very private about everything. He believes that his private life and his kazekage life should stay relatively separate. However, it is known that you are his partner. That’s no secret.

He’s not super into PDA, so it’s no surprise that he refuses to do anything risky or public in anyway.

He will not do it in the kazekage’s office. He has too much respect for it, but he also doesn’t want to get caught anyways.

He’s very intimate during. Slow and sensual for sure.

I can see him being into bondage, but like you get tied up, not him. But… depends. And might take some encouragement.

Refuses to hurt or degrade you for any reason. He only does praise. He could not bring himself to call you names or anything. Or to draw blood from you or hit you, etc. he doesn’t see why those things should be brought into the bedroom for “fun.”

He doesn’t think they’re fun.

He knew like nothing about sex before you. I actually think he’d have no idea how to initiate at first so you definitely initiated it.

I think he’d be the type you have to teach what to do a bit, but he gets the hang of it quickly. Then next time, he’s got every spot memorized.

Awkward. Like the first couple times were awkward, but romantic and cute.

Kankuro of the Sand

One word: kinky.

He likes to degrade you with a shit eating grin on his face. His degradation feels like a compliment most of the time though. Like he calls you a slut and it feels like he’s calling you a prince/princess. It’s confusing.

He’s so good at dirty talk. He’ll have you writhing in your spot, desperate for him and he’s not even touched you yet.

He’s got incredible patience when it comes to you. He takes his time breaking you down into a mess for him.

His face paint would 10 billion percent be smeared across your thighs and chest. Your neck is purple from bites AND his face paint to the point you can’t tell which is which.

Only when you wash off the face paint do you realize he left way too many dark hickeys that’ll probably take at least a week to fade away.

Confront him about this and he’ll just laugh.

Don’t tempt him to leave more, because he will.

He forces you to maintain eye contact when he goes down on you. If you look away for more than like 3 seconds, he give you a little tap as a warning, but twice and he stops.

Orgasm denial for sure. He would be the type to make up an excuse as to why he pulled away. He tells you all sorts of excuses. “You weren’t moaning enough.” “You moved your hips too much. Stay still.” And of course, “you looked away.”

He can make you cum hard almost every single time. You see stars.

The most fun part for him isn’t dicking you down, it’s the breaking you apart and putting you back together again.

Temari of the Sand

Dominant. Dommy mommy for sure.

Even when she decides to “sub” or “bottom,” she’s not doing a good job at it. She’s still telling you what to do, where to move, etc.

She’ll pull your hair, slap you, etc. as long as you are okay with it and want her to.

Loves to boss you around, telling you what she wants. Demanding you to please her.

“Get on your knees”

Head pusher for sure, but you two have a like physical que to let each other know when it’s enough.

All that being said, sometimes she really really just wants sweet, slow sex. Intimate nights filled with nothing but love.

She likes to keep all of this private though. No public or risky stuff.

However, she does like to do it beyond just in bed.

Would be the type to start kissing all over your neck, unbuttoning your shirt while you’re trying to cook breakfast.

You might want to turn the stove off.

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bomber-grl · 6 months ago

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What being their crush is like

Pairing(s): Characters x Gn!Ninja!Reader (teammate)

Character(s): Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno, Sasuke Uchiha

Naruto Uzumaki

An absolute fool for you

The only ways you could’ve caught this morons affections is by either being attractive or being kind to him back when you both first started out at the academy

Either way he’s absolutely smitten and so when he hears your name called out after his in class- he’s ecstatic that you’ll be on the same team

If you have a crush on someone else he’d be pretty bummed out but it won’t deter him

(He was especially motivated by sasuke and Sakura- it was just to get him away from them)

He’ll try to buy you ramen, flowers, honestly just anything to show you that he’s the most suitable suitor

Which couldn’t be further from the the truth (in the eyes of everyone else)

He’d be so open about liking you

Well, when he’s not around you

He’ll always talk about you and how wonderful you are- it’s so painfully obvious to any outsider looking in

And when someone brings up his more than obvious crush on you he’d flush and act as if they had gone mental

Like what

Also bonus points to you if you constantly back him up when he’s being teased and support his dream to be hokage

Literally +1000 points

Well a certain period of time passes and throughout said period he’s constantly flirting with you

How? Well he’s always complimenting your fighting/ jutsu and trying to ask you out on a date

If you are even slightly hesitant to respond

Like by a milisecond- then he’d rub the back of his head and laugh it off

Going on about how he was just joking and I don’t know what

Then one day you end up accepting

Which is funny because of the fact that he left a very traditional love note hidden somewhere he knew you’d fine

[insert you going home and finding it]

Literally not surprising to anyone and most people would assume that Naruto would confess boldly

But I disagree- he’d be pretty shy and uncertain despite his tendency to be reckless

If you accept or not will be up to you but the next time you see him he’s all awkward and stuff but still manages to try and play it off

It’s up to you to break the ice

Sakura Haruno

Again, Sakura likely started liking you because of your attractiveness

It was just a surface level crush until she saw that you had an actual good character

She’s so beyond happy that you’ll be on the same team, I’m not even exaggerating

You’re all in the same class and so as classmates you’re all bound to have crushes on the same people

That’s to say- a good amount of people also had a crush on you and the moment your name was announced alongside hers-

She just mentally imagined flipping them all and shoving it in their faces

Miss girl is honestly so sweet, she’s always trying to spend time with you and if you have any trouble with anything

E.g. ninjutsu, fighting, etc. she’ll always be there to help

Maybe a little too willing at times

Now, we all know that Ino and Sakura have had this rivalry and often banter

Well, all of a sudden (if Ino isn’t fighting over you) she’s probably making fun of you and being very loud about her opinion on you

It’s either that she thinks you and Sakura are a perfect match (negative) or that you’re terrible and not the best option (also negative)

Either way you’re catching strays

Sakura obviously gets riled up over this and tries to defend you no matter where or when

Which leads to you being there for Sakuras Chunin exams and experiencing the whole match

It’s an event that leads to character growth- but when she goes back she doesn’t expect you to be there waiting for her

She’s honestly flattered you’d wait for her and is mentally smug about it

When she flirts with you it’s honestly super obvious too

I can’t even deny that

Like at times she’d defend you and act as though you’re always right and idk what else (which is her odd way of flirting because she sort of stares)

And then sometimes she just opens up about private stuff around you during the quiet moments

Plus she also gifts you little trinkets- like flowers or something casual and small

Either way- when she confesses it’s probably spontaneous asf

Like you’re walking around at night and she gets this urge to just spill her guts

And she does

She’s basically like why the hell not be like Naruto

She’s super flushed and awaits your response right then and there

If you like her back and know it- that’s that

But if you tell her you need to time to figure it out then she’ll accept

Just know she’s lying awake at night wondering regretting it

Sasuke Uchiha

He acts super neutral towards you

Which wouldn’t be an obvious pointer that you’re his crush towards the average person but cmon

He’s sasuke

So ofc it’s obvious he has a crush on you

Honestly the only way I’d see him having a crush on you would be if you were close to him pre massacre and have been by his side since forever

(Unless you’re willing to wait the long game *cough*cough* slow burn)

He’d be pretty dependent on you while also being super independent

It’s honestly confusing sometimes

When it comes to the whole you being apart of his team, he doesn’t feel a particular way about it

(Or so he tells himself)

He’d try so hard to be nonchalant around you

Like not even joking

But if someone insults you or does something slightly disrespectful- he’s giving them the death glare

And then excuses it with just being annoyed by (more often than not) Naruto

Since he usually pokes fun at ppl and stuff

(If you didn’t know him before the academy and even if you did) He’d probably admire your skills and how smart you are

Like he’d watch you from afar and is honestly jealous and simultaneously sees you as a rival

Again, super confusing.

The most affection you’d get from him at this stage is his (once in a lifetime) compliment about your fighting or something

Then he’d walk away

You’re left standing there super confused while he walks away with a light blush dusting his cheeks

He ain’t fooling nobody

He obviously feels super weird about having a crush on you because of his whole mission on finding his brother and -

Yea.

So even though he does like you more than he’d want to admit- he would never confess

Not likely

Which is what you thought

Until you find out that Sasuke left the village and there’s no point in trying to go after him or anything at all really

It’s a betrayal to you and everyone else

It’s dark by the time you get home and enter your room

You pick up this thing Sasuke had given you- his excuse? It wasn’t worth his time and so he had given it to you

You didn’t care much for his excuse and just kept it on your dresser

Upon closer inspection you noticed a paper sticking out and obviously took it out

It was a letter- one could argue it was sasuke confessing

He went on about how he liked was ok being around you and the paper note wasn’t all that long

Just a few lines (if any)

There was a rip towards the bottom and you were left wondering what it would’ve said

Spoiler - it was Sasukes actual confession that he cowardly ripped off and threw into a body of water, hoping you��d never find it

A/n: got a tad carried away

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bestruction · 15 days ago

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I’m supposed to be studying parasites right now, but I made the mistake of listening to some music during my break. Heather by Conan Gray started playing, and I ended up imagining how it would feel for Sakura to notice Sasuke falling in love with you—back when you were all just genin.

She was always observant when it came to him. She’d had the biggest crush on Sasuke since she was a little girl, so of course, she was the first one to notice the changes in his behavior toward you.

It started so subtly that she almost convinced herself it was nothing.

A shared glance. A brush of fingers when you passed him a scroll. The way his eyes lingered just a moment longer on you than they ever did on her.

Sakura had always known Sasuke. Or so she thought. Quiet, distant, brilliant—she memorized his habits the way others memorized jutsu. The way he stirred his tea. The way he said her name—always flat, always indifferent.

And yet.

Now he was different. Not louder. Not warmer. But something had shifted. Something small.

She saw it first during training. Kakashi had asked the two of you to spar and analyze the openings in each other's strategies. You were always a little too fierce, too fast to speak your mind when you thought Sasuke was being an asshole—especially toward Naruto.

Sasuke, who usually rolled his eyes at everything, was watching you. Not like an opponent. Like you were something he didn’t understand and wanted to.

When you pinned him—just for a second—and flashed that wild, triumphant smile, praising your victory, he smirked. And Sakura felt her chest tighten.

But that’s normal, right? Maybe he just respects your fighting.

That’s what she told herself.

After that, weeks passed. Missions came and went. She told herself she imagined it. Actually, she was imagining everything.

It was annoying, and honestly, she wanted to hate you. But how could she?

You laughing. Him listening.

You teased him—and for once, he teased back.

He was quick to offer you his water after training.

He checked you for wounds after missions—before even checking his own.

She thought of the way she used to draw hearts in her notebooks. How she used to watch him during class, imagining what it’d be like to break through his walls. She believed that if she always stayed loyal, always ready to accept him, he’d eventually turn around and look at her the same way she looked at him.

The night she couldn't deny it anymore, you were all at Ichiraku—after many, many requests from Naruto. The air was warm, rich with the scent of broth, miso, and soy. Ichiraku glowed in its usual golden hue, paper lanterns swaying gently in the summer breeze.

Naruto was stuffing his face, singing the praises of pork slices like they were sacred offerings. You sat beside Sasuke, barely speaking, but it didn’t feel like silence. Not with the way your thighs brushed beneath the bench. Not with how your shoulder leaned into his—just slightly—when you laughed at something Naruto said. There was a ghost of a smile playing on your lips, glowing with something unsaid.

Across the table, Sakura watched you.

She didn’t understand it at first—that smile. It was so soft, almost shy, like it wasn’t meant to be seen. And maybe that was why it caught her off guard. It wasn’t your usual grin, but it didn’t matter.

“I’ll be right back,” she said, rising to go to the bathroom.

On her way back, Sakura paused just before returning.

There was a narrow angle where she could see the bench from the side, the wooden counter slicing the view like a stage curtain slightly ajar.

Not a casual brush. Not an accident. He was holding it deliberately. Your fingers were laced together—still and quiet—like they’d done it a hundred times before.

And there it was.

Sasuke’s hand, resting beneath the table, curled tightly around yours.

Sakura felt her stomach drop. Her mouth went dry. Her breath caught in her throat—not because she was surprised, but because suddenly... everything made sense.

The way you’d been acting lately. The smiles. The small glances. The softness in Sasuke’s tone when he said your name. The way you always lingered just a little longer than the rest.

That smile you wore a few minutes ago—it was his. Given to you.

Sakura didn’t walk back immediately. She stepped out of sight, heart pounding in her ears. She didn’t even know what she felt exactly.

It wasn’t rage.

It wasn’t betrayal.

It wasn’t even jealousy—not really.

When she finally returned, she sat down, pretending nothing had happened, stirring her ramen quietly.

You didn’t notice. Neither did he.

Your fingers were already parted.

The secret was tucked back into silence.

She felt her heart ache because she loved him with her whole heart.

But unlike her, you had actually gotten close. Close enough that he let his mask slip.

#naruto x reader #naruto #sasuke x sakura #sasuke x reader #sasuke x you #uchiha sasuke x reader #sasuke uchiha x reader #sasuke uchiha #Back to my studies now :((((

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cocostyles · 4 months ago

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Hiii! This was me! Can i request Sasuke x fem Uchiha s/o arranged marriage pls? Also can you make it non massacred au! Thank you!

Blood Chains — Sasuke Uchiha

pairing: Sasuke Uchiha x fem uchiha reader!

word count: 4595 k ( I might have gone a bit overboard i really need to get a life)

summary: You are forced to marry in order to continue the pure bloodline.

warnings; none, arranged married (?

hope you like it!

The Uchiha Clan had always been one of the cornerstones of Konoha. With their strength, their honorable history, and, above all, the cherished power running through their veins, they had left an indelible mark on the village. However, not everything within the clan had always been harmonious. After years of internal and political strife, the Uchiha decided that the best way to maintain the lineage and the purity of the Sharingan was through an arranged marriage between two strong members of the same bloodline.

Y/n Uchiha, a beautiful young woman with a strong spirit and an indomitable character, had never imagined being part of a political marriage. She was born to be a warrior, to preserve the honor and memory of her clan. She had always believed that her life would not depend on a man. Yet, when the clan council announced her arranged marriage to Sasuke Uchiha, she couldn’t help but feel trapped. It wasn’t what she wanted, but she couldn’t deny her father’s wishes.

Sasuke, on the other hand, had long distanced himself from everything the clan represented. He loved his family but had witnessed too many horrors in his life—too many betrayals, too many broken promises. His brother’s death had scarred him deeply, and walking a solitary path, regardless of the cost, was his way of surviving. He didn’t care about the clan, arranged marriages, or bloodline purity. But destiny—or rather, duty—had caught up with him, and even though he resisted, he couldn’t refuse.

When you were informed that you would marry Sasuke, you weren’t surprised. But that didn’t mean you were happy about it. Y/n understood her duty and was willing to fulfill it, yet she didn’t expect Sasuke to be so… irritating.

The wedding day arrived. The air was heavy with unspoken expectations placed upon the shoulders of the two young ninjas. They exchanged glances at the altar—not the look of lovers, but of two individuals simply accepting what had been imposed on them. It was only a brief moment, and Sasuke, in his habitual silence, showed no emotion. Y/n, on the other hand, stood firm, her eyes reflecting a determination that Sasuke had known since they were children, but there was also a shadow of doubt. What kind of future awaited them together?

The atmosphere during the ceremony was filled with curious glances and expectations from all members of the clan, especially their parents, who viewed the marriage as a necessary step for the survival of the lineage. “The clan needs this union,” was all you repeated to yourself as you listened to the priest’s words. There was no turning back now. You were trapped with him for the rest of your life, fulfilling your duty.

The first few days after the wedding were a silent torment for both. Sasuke spent most of his time away on missions for the village, escaping from his new reality. You, on your part, tried to fulfill your role as a wife, but the household duties and the clan’s administrative responsibilities left you with no peace. The bond between the two was so distant it could be cut with a feather.

One evening, after a long day of training, Sasuke returned home, tired but unwilling to yield. You were preparing dinner—a small welcoming gesture you hoped he’d appreciate, though Sasuke didn’t even notice it. His indifference immediately annoyed you. You were trying, and he didn’t care. Why was he such an idiot?

“Do you have something to say?” your sharp voice broke the silence, almost challenging.

Sasuke didn’t respond immediately. He was too exhausted to argue, but at the same time, something inside him couldn’t ignore the spark of irritation that had been growing toward you during his days at home.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied indifferently, dropping his bag on the floor. He chose not to fight.

You didn’t look at him, but anger began bubbling inside you. How dare he be so distant? you thought. “Then… why don’t you speak, Sasuke? Why do you ignore everything here?”

“I already told you, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he answered, now with a hint of irritation. There was something about his attitude that drove you mad. Crossing your arms, you stared at him with determination. This was the first conversation you’d had in days, and you weren’t going to back down so easily.

“I’m not here to play your games, Sasuke. This marriage—whether it’s just for the clan or not—forces us to live together. I’m not some decorative figure in this house you can simply ignore,” you said, unable to keep the anger from filling your voice. Sasuke observed you for a long moment, surprised by the strength of your words.

“And what do you expect from me? To call you ‘dear’ and live a happy life? This isn’t a fairy tale,” Sasuke said, his voice cold and distant as always.

And there it was again—that discomfort in the air, that insurmountable barrier between the two of you. You sighed, feeling your nerves start to snap. You couldn’t continue living like this, in constant friction. But he was right, so you locked yourself in your room with a loud slam of the door.

The next confrontation wasn’t long in coming. A week later, while Sasuke was away, you couldn’t stop thinking about what was happening between the two of you. You couldn’t deny that there was something about Sasuke that attracted you—a darkness that seemed to call to your own inner shadows. But there was also something about him that repulsed you: his indifference, his inability to connect. You were so alike, yet so different.

Since the wedding, your world had changed drastically, but that didn’t mean you would stay silent in the face of the contempt you felt from your husband.

Sasuke arrived home late, as always. You were waiting for him with a cup of tea in your hands, staring at the floor. Sasuke removed his sandals, paying little attention to your actions, and went straight to the window, seeking some calm after a long and exhausting day. The barrier between you remained firm.

You stood up, leaving the cup on the table, and slowly approached him. “Why are you here, Sasuke?” you asked, your voice firm but with a layer of vulnerability you couldn’t hide. “If you don’t want to be here, if you really don’t care to make an effort, just say so and leave.”

Sasuke turned to you, his dark eyes as empty as ever, but this time there was something different in his gaze—a spark of doubt, of guilt, as if your words were beginning to sink in. “I don’t understand you,” he said, letting out an exasperated sigh. “What do you want me to say, Y/n? That I don’t care about this?” His tone softened slightly, but his attitude remained cold, calculating.

“Then tell me,” you challenged, locking your eyes with his. “Because you haven’t said a single sincere word since we got married. I don’t know what you think, I don’t know what you feel. Is this really what you want, Sasuke? For us to live as strangers under the same roof?”

Sasuke stared at your face, noticing for the first time the intensity of your frustration, your pain. You were hurting, too. “Not everything can be solved with words,” he murmured, turning back to the window. “What I do, I do for the clan, for the future. If you have something to reproach me for, say it. I don’t have time for explanations.”

But in his eyes, you saw something else. An internal struggle, a battle he had never wanted to share. It couldn’t be that simple. Sasuke Uchiha—the man who had dedicated his life to revenge and solitude—was fighting against something he didn’t understand, something you couldn’t clearly see.

The tension in the room was palpable. You could feel the anger beginning to simmer in your chest, but at the same time, there was a strange sense of attraction toward him. His presence, his strength, the way he seemed so distant, so out of reach, stirred a mix of conflicting emotions within you. Once again, you let it pass, retreating to your room.

The next day, you decided to do something you hadn't done in a long time: step out of your comfort zone. For years, you had been part of the clan, always controlled, always aware of your responsibilities. But at that moment, you couldn’t keep ignoring what you felt. So, for once, you took a risk.

You walked toward the library of the Uchiha mansion, where Sasuke often spent long hours reading. The air was silent, the whisper of books sliding between shelves filling the space. He was there, standing in front of a bookshelf, his body hunched over the volumes.

“Can I talk to you?” you asked, the voice softer than usual, devoid of the anger that typically accompanied your words.

Sasuke glanced at you over his shoulder, his eyes void of emotion. “About what?”

You stepped closer, with your heart pounding in your chest. “About us,” you replied, a hint of vulnerability in your voice. "I don’t want to live like this, Sasuke. I don’t want to be in a marriage where all we do is ignore each other, and when we don’t, we argue."

There was a pause. Sasuke said nothing, but his expression softened slightly. You didn’t know if that was a good sign or not.

"Maybe, just maybe, if we give ourselves a chance, we could understand each other. Maybe even become... friends."

Sasuke turned fully, his eyes fixed on her. “I don’t want to be trapped in a lie,” he said, his tone heavy, but the intensity in his gaze suggested those words were not only for you but for himself as well. “I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to act. I...”

But seeing how much he struggled to open up, you didn’t let him finish. You took another step closer and suddenly stopped him with a hand on his chest. Sasuke froze at your touch, staring into your eyes with surprise, and though his body remained tense, the energy in the air shifted, both of you felt it.

"I know," you whispered. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t try. Because, Sasuke, if we don’t, this story will never have an ending.”

It was then that something shifted between them—a change so subtle no one else could have noticed. But in that instant, thanks to that small touch, you and Sasuke realized that the tension growing between you for so long was not just the result of the clan’s expectations or family responsibilities. There was something more, something that connected you, something neither of you could fully understand.

As days passed, the tension between Sasuke and T/n didn’t completely disappear, but something began to change in their strange dynamic. Both started interacting more subtly, less distantly. They no longer avoided glances or uncomfortable conversations. There was a fragile peace between them—one that seemed more like a temporary truce than a definitive solution.

One night, while dining in silence, Sasuke broke the stillness. “Y/n…” His voice sounded less harsh than usual. “Why do you always challenge me?”

You looked up, surprised by the question. Sasuke rarely spoke of emotions, let alone his thoughts. “Because I don’t think everything has to be so cold and calculated. The clan shouldn’t be the only thing that matters. Not when you’re so trapped in your own thoughts that you can’t even see what you have here.”

Sasuke stared at you, unsure if your words had any truth or if you were just searching for something more in him. But without a doubt, you had struck a nerve. He had always lived for his family, for the Uchiha clan, and had learned to disconnect from emotions. But with you, everything seemed different.

Silence fell between them again, but now it wasn’t as heavy. Though they didn’t speak, Sasuke began observing her more closely. There was something in her gaze—something defiant, something he had never noticed in any other woman of his clan. She wasn’t someone who would submit to the will of others, not even his. That intrigued him more than he wanted to admit.

A few days later, the Uchiha clan organized an important business meeting that you were both obligated to attend. During the meeting, Sasuke was absorbed in discussions with the leaders, while you watched with disdain the conversations about alliances and strategies. For some time now, you had been considering stepping back; you were tired of fighting. At that moment, a man from a rival clan began to make insinuations toward you, praising your skills and hinting at something more than mere admiration.

“You’re a very strong woman, Y/n,” the man said with a smile, stepping a little closer. “It’s an honor to meet such an… impressive Uchiha.”

You frowned, uncomfortable. However, the man’s words flattered your ego. “Thank you, Yamada,” you replied, stepping slightly away from the man’s hands, which had shamelessly landed on your waist. “But I’m not interested in your empty compliments.”

Sasuke watched everything from his position at the table, and although his face remained impassive, something inside him stirred. He couldn’t help but feel jealous. But what right did he have to feel that way? After all, he himself had treated you coldly, and you two were only just beginning to coexist in peace.

But the way that man approached T/n awakened something in Sasuke. He couldn’t let another man be so close to you. Though he didn’t fully understand what he was feeling, he knew he couldn’t allow things to get more complicated than they already were.

When the party ended, Sasuke walked toward you without saying a word, brushing past the man with a deliberate bump. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, recognizing the tension in his posture.

“Was that necessary?” you asked, crossing your arms. “It’s just a game for him, Sasuke.”

“I couldn’t care less about what he wants,” Sasuke replied in a low tone, almost murmuring. “I care about what you want.”

The silence that followed was heavy, and though you wanted to challenge him, a part of you felt touched by his words. Sasuke, in his own way, was telling you something without fully saying it. There was something more behind his distant and protective demeanor. Why did he feel that impulse to protect her now?

The previous night, something had changed in Sasuke. Although he didn’t fully understand what he was feeling, seeing T/n distant from him—even smiling with another man—made him realize he wasn’t willing to let you go. Somehow, you were beginning to stir something inside him, something that had been dormant for years.

You, on the other hand, were confused. Although you still saw him as your husband by obligation, the tension between you had intensified in ways you couldn’t ignore. Was that what you wanted now? To have something more with Sasuke, even if he would never be the romantic man you had dreamed of?

One day, after a morning training session, Sasuke stopped in front of you while you practiced your ninjutsu techniques. It was clear that the way you both looked at each other had shifted, but neither dared to speak about what they truly felt. You were exhausted, your breath uneven, yet you stood tall and defiant as always. Sasuke, on the other hand, watched you with a mix of respect and... something else.

“What is it, Sasuke? Are you just going to stand there staring at me all day?” you said without stopping your training, a touch of sarcasm in your voice.

“I’m just wondering…” Sasuke began, his tone serious. “Why do you push yourself so hard, Y/N?” He had spent his whole life watching you push yourself to the edge, becoming formidable.

You stopped training and turned to him with a challenging look. “Because I need to be better. I can’t afford to fail. This is my life, Sasuke. The one I’ve built for myself. And you? Why do you do it? Is it just for the clan, or is there something more?”

Sasuke stared at her in silence, a mix of frustration and strange admiration bubbling within him. you are unstoppable.

“I do it for what I represent,” he finally said, his voice low but firm. “For my clan. For Konoha.”

“Then keep pretending you’re not human,” you replied sharply. “Keep pretending you don’t care what you think or feel and stay out of it.”

Your response left Sasuke silent, but inwardly, he felt wounded. It was true. He had always kept his emotions under control, never letting anything distract him from his responsibilities. But you had seen beyond his facade, and that both irritated and intrigued him.

That same night, after dinner, they found themselves once again in the Uchiha mansion garden. The moonlight bathed the ground covered in fallen leaves, and the stillness of the place allowed them to remain silent without the pressure of prying eyes.

“Have you ever thought that we could be more than a political arrangement?” Sasuke broke the silence, his voice deep.

You looked at him, surprised by the vulnerability in his words. “I don’t know,” you answered after a long moment. “I’ve never thought about what could be. I’ve only focused on what is.”

Sasuke stepped closer to you, cautiously, as though weighing every word. “And what is that, exactly? You and I living like this forever?”

Your gaze remained locked with his, a flash of emotion passing through your eyes. “I don’t want to be just another pawn on the chessboard, Sasuke. I don’t want to be your obligation.”

Sasuke studied you intently, feeling your words sink deeper than he expected. There was something in your gaze that was disarming him. Something that told him he could no longer ignore his own feelings, the ones he had kept locked away for so long.

“Then what do you want from me?” he asked in a low voice, a spark of desperation in his tone that felt foreign to him.

You took a step back, returning to the strong, defiant woman you had always been. “I want you to stop hiding behind your responsibilities and start being real with me, Sasuke. I can’t keep living in a world where everything is just another damn duty.”

The air between both of you grew heavier, but Sasuke didn’t back down. He couldn’t. Something in his chest was beating fiercely, and it wasn’t just for the clan, not just for Konoha. Something else was driving him to stand there, facing you, ready to confront his own demons.

For the first time in a long while, you were not just adversaries. Perhaps, just perhaps, you were beginning to understand each other.

Even though you and Sasuke shared the same home and, in theory, were fulfilling your duties as husband and wife within the clan, there was a palpable distance between you. However, something had shifted in your relationship: words were no longer necessary to acknowledge that your feelings were evolving.

A couple of months after the marriage, Sasuke was in his office reviewing documents when a shadow appeared at the door. It was you, with your usual defiant demeanor, but this time, there was something different in your gaze.

“What’s keeping you so busy, Sasuke?” you asked, your voice laced with curiosity. “You can’t spend the entire day buried in paperwork.”

Sasuke looked up, his expression as impassive as ever, but his eyes revealed a spark of interest. “Work, as always. Do you have something to say, Y/N?”

You stepped closer, placing a hand on his desk. “Do you really have to spend all day locked in here, doing things that have nothing to do with us?” Your words, though direct, carried a faint tone of reproach.

Sasuke watched you for a long moment, something he rarely did. For a second, everything about him seemed more vulnerable. His life, always so controlled and calculated, was beginning to crumble under the weight of his own heart. What did he truly want? He couldn’t keep living solely for the clan. You knew it, and he felt it too.

“What do you suggest, then?” he finally asked, his voice unusually gentle.

You smiled faintly, the spark of challenge in your eyes. “That we stop pretending we’re just tools of the clan, Sasuke. Maybe what we need is time... time for us.”

The change in Sasuke was subtle but unmistakable. There was something in your words that resonated within him, something he hadn’t considered before. What you needed wasn’t just to fulfill a duty. There was a need to be honest with each other, to finally be real.

That afternoon, Sasuke decided to break free from his daily routine, spurred by your words. He invited you to train outside the city, in a calm area far from the Uchiha mansion. You wanted to train together, simply to enjoy each other’s company without the expectations of the clan.

The sun was setting as you arrived at a clearing near the forest. You glanced at Sasuke as he began to stretch, preparing to start. His body, always so rigid, moved with an innate grace.

“How do you manage to stay so... cold?” you asked as you began your own warm-up.

Sasuke looked at you again, as if deciding whether to answer. “It’s not cold. Just... efficient.”

“Efficient,” you repeated mockingly. “I know you, Sasuke Uchiha. It’s a façade. And you know it.”

He said nothing, but inside, his thoughts were turbulent. Did you really see him that way? What you said had struck a nerve. He wasn’t just a “cold man” or a machine that only thought about the clan. There was more to him, and for the first time, he felt you were the only one who saw it.

When the two of you began training, the tension between you became palpable. Every movement, every technique, was a blend of challenge, rivalry, and something more... something that was slowly building. However, the most disconcerting thing was the electricity that seemed to flow—a tension neither of you wanted to acknowledge.

Suddenly, as you sparred, Sasuke blocked one of your attacks, causing you to fall to the ground. The air grew heavier, as if everything between you had condensed into that single moment. Sasuke extended his hand to help you up, and as your eyes met, you found yourselves closer than ever before.

“You’ll have to do better if you want to beat me,” Sasuke said, trying to deflect the tension, though his voice was softer, tinged with something he couldn’t quite identify.

Instead of responding with words, you challenged him with a fierce red gaze—the unmistakable Sharingan you both shared. He smiled. Something was brewing between you, something even your egos couldn’t deny.

After an exhausting day of training, you shared a light meal at the mansion. Though both of you were reluctant to show emotions, the dynamic between you had changed. Sasuke couldn’t stop watching you, noticing how you ate, how you smiled, how every small gesture seemed more genuine than the empty moments of his past.

When you both finished, Sasuke stood and walked to the window, gazing at the horizon. The silence in the room was comfortable, something he rarely felt.

You watched him from where you sat, saying nothing for a few moments. Something in the air had shifted.

“You know,” you finally said, breaking the silence. “I... I don’t know if we’ll ever become what the clan expects of us. But maybe, we can try to be something else. Just us.”

Sasuke turned to you, his piercing eyes meeting yours. For a long second, he said nothing. Your heart pounded, feeling the weight of your words. Perhaps you’d ruined things, and he would withdraw again.

Then, suddenly, Sasuke stepped toward you, close enough that your breaths mingled. “Y/N...” he murmured, almost in a whisper.

The world seemed to stop, and you weren’t sure if it was the right moment to continue, to take the next step. But something in his eyes told you that, perhaps, the future wasn’t as uncertain as it once seemed.

Sasuke didn’t move for a long moment, his gaze locked on yours. The tension in the air was palpable, indescribable, something you both felt but neither wanted to admit. Your hearts seemed to beat in sync, and the silence between you turned into something almost sacred.

Taking a deep breath, your hands trembled slightly, though you tried to maintain composure. Should you take the first step? Something inside told you yes. You couldn’t keep ignoring what you felt—not when every fiber of your being yearned for him.

Finally, it was Sasuke who broke the silence, his voice low and husky. “Y/N...” he whispered your name again in a way he never had before. It was soft but carried an emotional weight you immediately recognized. In that moment, it was just the two of you.

Without further thought, Sasuke stepped even closer, his fingers brushing lightly against your cheek. The distance between you closed, and as you looked up, your faces were so close that your breaths intertwined.

“What... what is happening between us?” you murmured, your voice trembling with emotion.

Sasuke didn’t reply with words. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, and in an impulsive act, captured your lips with his.

The kiss was gentle at first, cautious, as if you both feared what would come next. But soon, the tension that had been building for weeks—that spark that had always been there but neither dared to acknowledge—exploded. Sasuke pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you as you clung to his clothes, seeking more of the feeling only he could give you.

The kiss deepened with urgency, as if everything you hadn’t said before was being conveyed through that single moment. The world disappeared. The clan’s duties, the weight of expectations—all of it faded away. Only the two of you existed, discovering a new feeling, something you’d never experienced before.

When the kiss broke, you were both breathing heavily, your foreheads touching, gazes locked. Your heart pounded wildly, as if it had finally found its rhythm.

“This...” Sasuke began, but his words trailed off, unable to find the right way to describe what had just happened.

With a shy but genuine smile, you whispered in reply, “This is just the beginning, Sasuke.”

The room fell silent again, the weight of your words lingering in the air. But the certainty of what you had just shared, of what was growing between you, was clear. It no longer mattered what the clan thought or what the history of your families dictated. From that moment on, the rules had changed.

Now, the story was yours to write.

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d1onysusw1n3 · 3 months ago

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You know sasuke would’ve congratulated the girl for her determination. Always hitting on him, but not in the normal squealing girly way. No you were different. Lingering touches setting aflame in his stomach. Long sensual eye contact that made his jaw clench. Shit. He couldn’t handle it. The boy unconsciously developed a small crush on you, though he denied it as just a craving, the need to have his way with you, if you will.

And you, well of course you knew the boy was in kahoots for you. Your long black hair, your piercing red eyes, your tall thick legs. Shit you were above the normal curvy size in Japan. And one day after play flirting with the uchiha boy, you found out.

He’s a secret pervert.

I mean it makes sense. He seems cold, calculating, callous even. But he is a hormonal young man, and no matter what the brain says, the body may say differently. It seemed foreign to you, that the boy would be so innocent, at least in that way. He always had a trail of girls flocking over his deep dark looks. He reminded you of the strong smell of coffee beans in the mornings. Something you can’t quite shake until you’re out of the area.

Man was he captivating.

so you vowed to yourself, that you’d try cracking that small shell the uchiha locked himself in. The more your relentless flirting with the boy happened, smooth words as soft as silk. He melted like butter under your tongue. But he’d never admit that. When you joined his team, he was quick to stick himself to you. Though he brushed it off as, you being quite humorous at times, and annoying. He found comfort in you, especially since you acted like a certain hard headed blond he knew.

“Sasukeeeee” you trail on groaning his name whilst dramatically throwing yourself on his back.

“I’m tired carry me!!” You muse.

“…no.” Sasuke huffed. He acted annoyed by your childish antics. On the inside his stomach was roaring blazing flames, especially when your chest pressed up against his back like that.

You guys just finished a mission on gathering intel. The long walk home to the base was killing your feet. And you could tell he was getting tired as well. It was night fall and you all were still walking. Karin would sometimes throw nasty looks at you, knowing damn well every time you talked to sasuke, you would shamelessly flirt with him.

And boy could Karin talk on and on about you. How you use and pass around boys as if they were placed on this earth for your torment. How your strong and overbearingly funny personality draws people in. Your beautiful hour glass body and amazing looks. The way you captivate everyone’s gaze even when you mutter the smallest word. She couldn’t pin point how you did that. Maybe it was the curiosity of what lies behind the crossed out headband and you wore over your eyes due to your powerful kekkei Genkai.

She found you irritating and so attractive. And maybe that irritated her even more. Actually, it drove her crazy.

“Hey how about we stop here for some food!” Karin points to a small club with a bar and food, 24 hour service.

“We are not stopping in some, criminal club.” Sasuke sasses with a deeper frown. The boy has lost all patience, as if he had any in the first place.

“I say it’s worth a shot man, I’m starving” suigetsu claps a hand over sasukes back walking into the club with Karin. Sasuke sighs as he continues to walk home. He wasn’t expecting to hear your tall heels clacking with him. He turned his eyes to the side of him, finding you twirling one of your long hairs in your finger while aimlessly looking off into the darkness of the woods.

“You didn’t have to follow me, usually when they go out, isn’t that when you thirst over some new boy toy.” Sasuke almost spit that sentence out like hot venom. It aggravated him that you aren’t his and his only, but he wouldn’t make the first move. Because he has to get revenge. Though one of his goals were to restore his clan, so maybe.

The black eyed boy sighed shaking his head at the thought. Maybe in due time he would, but for now he has one goal.

“We’re here, finally” your pretty glossy lips pout as your shoulders drop in defeat. Man were you tired.

You both walk in taking off your robes hanging them on the rack in front of the door. You walk all the way to a lounge room. Sasuke himself sat down on the couch.

When you walked back in you seen sasuke plop down on the couch. He sighed as he sunk down in the soft pillows slowly spreading his legs open making himself comfortable. He had his head laying on the back of the couch with his eyes closed and arms crossed. He looked so ethereal. And peaceful.

You click and clack all the way over to him. Two drinks in your hand. You sit close to him, but just close enough for your knee to be touching his. Crossing your legs you offer him a drink. And he couldn’t help but to accept.

He’s not a usual drinker, as he is very anal about his body and what he puts in it. Even more about his environment and how it needs to be clean and organized.

“You uh, did good today.”

You raised you eyebrows at the man next to you. Surprised he was starting conversation.

“Well you’re not that bad yourself, captain.” You clink your glass against his. He had hard liquor in his glass. As you, the princess fixed yourself a margarita with sugar around the rim, not salt. And a cute little lime on the edge.

GOD it drove him crazy. you were just so strong and you always know what you want. Your upbeat and childish attitude makes him go crazy because he wants to hate it. But he can’t help but to smile or even chuckle under his breath at the things you do. You balanced him out perfectly.

And that nickname. You started calling him captain. he can’t help but to feel a spark down his spine.

“Mm” sasuke grumbled his eyes low and breath heavy. He didn’t know what it was. Maybe the alcohol and the fact he’s a lightweight. But he felt bold tonight. Especially since he knew the other guys would be out till three in the morning. It happens every time.

He turns to you as you finish the rest of your drink slowly licking some of the sweet sugar off the rim of your glass. He couldn’t help but to reach out wrapping a small delicate grip on your wrist, throwing a lazy arm around ur hips. He leans in, and moving real close to your face.

Though he smirks as he goes in to lick the rest of the sugar on ur margarita glass. Rolling your eyes you chuckle pushing him back to lay in the cushions again.

“You jerk.” You stick your tongue out at him. He smirks at you, a devilish one, and it only meant no good.

“You know you love it, shush” he quipped back licking his lips. His arm was still around your hips loosely from when he leaned in, and he wasn’t moving any time soon.

“So what’s with the knew and improved sasuke.” You question his weird attitude. He just shrugs it off shaking his head.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, princess.”

you have never felt such a need to jump this man’s bones this strong until now.

“Princess huh? Cheeky for such a stone face like yourself.” You lean in tilting your head to the side.

“Something about you makes me go crazy. What can I say”

He sits up directing you to get up and sit in his lap. You both throw flirty remarks back and fourth, slowly teasing eachother, a silent game of ‘who will cave first’

He would drag his big calloused hands up and down your figure. Anywhere he can touch. Up your thighs, squeezing your hips, up your torso, slotting his thumbs just under the cuff of your boob.

And you yourself were no angel. As you threw your arms around his neck combing through the back of his hairs, trailing your hands down his broad chest and abs.

You got a little cheeky and decided to snake your hands to his zipper undoing it. You slowly trail a finger over all his detailed abs, and finally his V-line.

Fuck that sent him off the edge, he leans in hiding his warm face in your neck groaning at the feeling in his chest as his dick throbbed against his cloths.

“You okay? Captain.” He realized he could never win at this game. He was new to it, you’ve been in this court way longer.

“Your driving me crazy princess” sasuke huffs pressing a wet kiss to the curve of your jaw.

and he wanted to treat you like a princess. He would give you whatever you needed right here if you asked for it.

“Then do something about it.” You challenged him. Testing the waters to see if he’d actually ever would make a move on you. Bitting your lip in anticipation, your thighs rubbed up against eachother in desperate need of attention. An aching need in your core that was heating up by the second, and he was the only man that could scorch out its warm flames.

He didn’t waste anytime taking his hand and grabbing your jaw with it. Making you look right at him. If it was anyone else you would fuck them into a storm. But it was him.

And you wanted nothing but for him to throw you around like a rag doll, for him to destroy you inside out.

He presses his lips to yours, kissing you as if you’d disappear into dust. He held such a hunger for you in his stomach it felt like he was soaring once your lips were against his. He wasn’t a romantic, he found himself afraid of intimacy ever since his brother went rogue. Though he ignored every warning sign in his body for you. Shit he’s felt this way for other woman, but his mind always told him no. But you, he could tell his princess no? Tha’d just be cruel, and all he wants is to please you.

He starts trailing sloppy hungry kisses down your jaw sucking and biting in any skin he touches. You were going to be covered in blue and purple welts by the time he was done with you, so everyone knew that you were his, and nobody else’s.

“Fuck, I need you, please captain.” You look up at him through those pretty eyelashes. He couldn’t resist. He smoothly lays you down in the couch in the middle of the hideout. If any of them were to walk in they would see such a sight.

You fully clothed as the uchiha had discarded his shirt a while ago only in the bottom parts of his clothes. His clothed dick pressed firmly against your soaking pussy, rocking back and fourth in desperate need of any friction. Everything about it was so fucking hot to you. The fact that you both could get caught in a heartbeat, such a lude and dirty scene.

The uchiha takes his time. Even though his body was aching to ruin you. He wanted to tease you. Get a little bit of payback from all those nights he spent fucking his fist to the thought of you. Slowly he takes off your clothes, one by one. Sliding his hands up your abdomen to your round perky tits. Taking a handful as he plays with your nipple, slowly teasing his thumb over them.

You arch your back up against him in need.

“Please I need you so bad, ruin me, please, please.”

Fuck the way you begged just set a fire within him. It pleased him. Something so sadistic as feeling in control for once in his life. Wether he chooses to pleasure you or to leave you soaking wet of what if’s.

“As you wish” he hums slowly ducking his head between your thighs. He’s never ate a woman out before, but since it’s you, he wants to try everything he could.

Slowly he drags his tongue up and down the slot of your pussy, giving extra attention to your throbbing clit. He couldn’t contain in excitement and dove right into you, eating you like you were his favorite meal and he was a malnourished man. Drinking in your very soul, he would never imagine that giving your pleasure would turn him in so much.

You snake your hands through his thick black hair, slightly tugging and pulling at him as you grind your hips up into his nose. He didn’t mind it, he just wanted to make you see stars. He slowly stretched you out with one of his thick fingers your tight pissy clenching a vice grip around him as he drags his thick length in and out of you, even curling his finger to massage your g spot. You felt like your body was ascending, you don’t think you have ever experienced such a feeling.

“Mm fuck, yes, s-sasuke!” You were loud, your scandalous and pornographic moans rang loud throughout the base. You wrap ur legs around his head, your orgasm finally crashing in wonderful full waves. Your body jerked with electricity as your core pulsed around his thick fingers. You couldn’t help but to wail, your eyes rolling so far behind your head you’re pretty sure you could see your own brain.

“Fuck, holy shit.” You gasp. Slowly your orgasm calms but that, that was magic. He pulls out his thick cock, pulsing with a small coat of precum on his red and bothered tip. He takes it, dragging it up and down ur pussy. That first orgasm was just a taste and you wanted so much more.

He slides in slowly inch by inch until he bottoms out. And if this man wasn’t pussy whipped from just one stroke, then he could’ve fooled you. Because once he was fully in the most throaty guttural moan escaped from his chest. Shit it was so enticing.

“Princess you keep squeezing so tight around me I’m, mn, not gonna make it long.” He paints and whines. You couldn’t help it. The once cold and rude sasuke thrusting deep into you slowly grinding against your g spot. It was a fever dream.

He pulls out slowly dragging back in. Throwing his head back his mouth gaped and brows furrowed his gut burned as he picked up the pace. Soon enough your moans were both tangled in each other. He was fucking the life out of you, deep and fast strokes that never faltered once. His stamina was out of the world, all that training really did a number on him.

He noticed the way you arched your back, the way your tits bounced with every rough stroke he delivered to your core,feeling like ecstasy. He pulled out quickly filling you to ur stomach. He hadn’t even pushed himself in again, yet you were already moaning, your ass up in the air as he forced your head down into the pillows. When he slides in you curl, arching your back against him. He reached a deep part in your pussy, one that you didn’t even think it was possible to reach, he felt it, the way your pussy was wrapped around his cock, suffocating him in the best way possible.

“Mhm, so fucking tight for me, all this for me, you feel so good around me.” He whimpers as you clench around him again. All of his filthy words giving you fuel.

You feel the edge of your orgasm teasing you just building and building waiting for it to crash. Sasuke pulls you up. Your back pressed to his chest. He starts fucking you at an inhumane speed, he was so deep in you, swear you could feel a bulge in your tummy every time he would brutally thrust into you.

“Fuck, almost, hah, gonna cum.” Sasuke manages to huff out. “Cmon princess, cum around my cock.”

As if he said the magic words himself. Your orgasm finally crashed, you lest put a throaty moan. Clenching down so hard on his poor dick he felt like it would explode.

“P-Pull out.” You tremble out as you feel his cock pulse. “C-Can’t I’m sorry!” Sasuke whines pulling you down onto his cock as he pumps a deep load into you, painting your walls white. Your mouth opens as you panic about the next nine months.

(I’m sorry he would have weak ass pullout game!!)

“Fuck I’m sorry-“ sasuke mind renders blank as he starts to panic I himself, he can’t have a child yet, he still hasn’t accomplished what he dedicated his whole life too.

“Sasuke calm down. We’ll figure it out, I know a baby is not the first thing on ur mind so, if push comes to shove I’ll raise it until you are ready.” You reassure him turning around to look at his reaction.

“No. I’ll be there I promise, I just, itachi.” Sasuke sighs and he sits nav on the couch. I play with his bands twirling then around my hand. Just because I was board, what I didn’t expect was for him to gently grab my hand, placing a chaste kiss to the back of it.

“If it’s a girl, I want to name her sarada.” He stated with the smallest smile. A genuine one.

“Sarada will do captain.” I smirk kissing him in the cheek.

“Hey! Thar was my feet’s you stepped on, you! You! Aw shit, what’s the uh words, inspection! No uh that ain’t rigfth, uh, IMBECILE YES! HAHAAA!!”

We heard a drunk jugo yell at the front door. Me and sasuke both jump up scrambling our clothes, as soon as we picked everything up he started to run to his room. And I would’ve ran to mine, but thanks to him my legs gave out.

“Sasuke!” I whisper yell to him as my legs shake in place. He runs back over in just enough time to throw me over his shoulders and run off to his room again. Due to the drunk idiots outside the door, they didn’t notice a thing, and It took five minutes for suigetsu to realize the small metal keychain in the shape of a oval wasn’t the key.

“Homeeee!!” Karin yells whilst jumping face down ong the couch.

Meanwhile:

“You okay there?” Sasuke smirks as pride welled up in his chest. After all the side flings you’ve had, you always come back bored or unsatisfied. Well the image of you naked on his bed as your legs shake like an earth quake, you can say was a good moment for him.

“Shuaddup” you huffed rolling yourself under his covers closing your eyes to sleep. He sneaks under, grabbing ur waist while pulling you to his chest. “Your mine now, got it?” He mumbled to the back of your head. “Yes Captain.” You mumble back falling into a dreamless sleep.

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Casanova (Cheating!Sasuke X AFAB!Reader) - iv

18+ MDNI !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CW: reader pregnancy, deadbeat dad activities lmao, homewrecker!reader, cheating, piv sex, oral (f receiving), slight degradation, drinking/drunk Sakura (let my girl live), mentions of masturbation, unhappy family, Sasuke being a breeder, unprotected piv (please use condoms IRL reader is already preggo, okay?) minimal editing tbh, lmk what I missed :p

Word Count: idk I wrote this on my phone lol. maybe like 2-3K words.

AN: Oh, hey guys... this is SO. EMBARRASSING. First time writing in a while. Yes, its been almost a year. No, we won't be addressing my absence. Please go easy on me I'm a little out of practice, I still hope this is enjoyable. I'm still a freak I swear. Okay enjoy, thanks.

The Uchiha household was tense, everyone under the roof could feel it. Sakura would work long hours at the hospital while her beloved daughter would attend school and her husband- who felt more distant now than when he would be off for missions at months at a time- would be off doing gods-know-what. Sakura knew it, Sasuke knew it, and their only daughter knew it- something was going on.

"I just don't know what's been going on with him lately," Sakura sighed, setting her wine glass down on Ino's coffee table, a girls night long overdue. "I mean, I haven't seen him this distant since we were teens. I know he's been through a lot and he's done a lot of work on himself to be more present... I don't know why all that efforts gone away all of a sudden..."

Ino frowned, brows knitted together, she set her wine glass next to Sakura's, the light sound of the two crystal glasses clinking together sounded like a small chime. Ino adjusted her seat, sitting closer to her beloved childhood friend.

"Well what do you mean by distant? I hate to say it but Sasukes kinda... always distant." Ino muttered, recounting in her head the amount of years he had been gone away from Sakura and their shared family.

"Well for starters he's been working late and won't open up about what he's been doing. Secondly, he'll barely say anything at the dinner table, and when he does its one worded. He'll be in his head so whenever I talk to him its like talking to a wall," Sakura's demeanor changed, her pace increasing and her voice shakier and brassy. "He won't look me in the eye, he won't cuddle me in bed, he won't touch me- oh gods..." she cut herself off, fighting back tears that welled in her eyes.

Her throat became dry and tight, quickly Ino picked up the wine bottle and filled Sakura's glass to the brim before the pink haired kunoichi on the couch gulped it down in seconds. After placing the emptied glass back down on the table, Sakura slammed her face into her palms, her elbows sinking into her thighs. Deep breaths through her fingers as she tried regulating her emotions, the alcohol in her system warming up her body and loosening her inhibitions.

"We haven't had sex... in months" Sakura slowly mustered up the courage to confront the lack of intimacy. Ino held her close, Sakura crying softly as her tears hit the blondes exposed shoulder. "I've never felt uglier..."

"Don't say that," Ino grabbed both of Sakuras shoulders, looking her directly in her green eyes. "You are such a beautiful woman and you know it. Sasuke's lucky to call you his." Sakura rolled her eyes, the whites of them an anguished pink.

"You're just saying that."

"Sakura, I'm not." Ino furrowed her brows.

"You're my friend, you have to say it."

"Yeah but that doesn't make it any less true. You have an amazing body, your face is gorgeous, and you always have the softest hair. That's just the physical stuff, you're the strongest woman in the village and you're one of the kindest people I know." Sakura scoffed a laugh, ends of her lips curling up.

"See, don't pretend like you don't know it." Ino softly shoved her shoulder playfully. "If I wasn't married maybe we would end up together, you're a piece of ass" Ino giggled. Sakuras face reddened.

"Ino, you're too much..."

"Or maybe you would've ended up with Lee," Ino trailed off.

Sakura perked up. "What do you mean?"

Ino rolled her eyes, reaching for her wine before reclining back on the love seat. "Honestly, I don't know why you didn't end up together. I mean, he's not as easy on the eyes as Sasuke but I bet he sure knows how to treat a woman. He would probably hang the moon for you."

"... Do you really think so?" Sakura blushed, her palm coming up to press itself against her warm cheek.

"SAKURA!" Ino raised her voice in a coy shock. The pink haired woman's eyes widened, shocked as well by her comment. She reached for her own wine glass, sipping it timidly.

"Seems like I've had too much," she giggled, continuing to finish off her glass.

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Sakura ended up stumbling home drunkenly instead of staying the night at the Yamanaka house like originally planned. She wanted to confront Sasuke, feeling quite rowdy from the bottles of wine the two of them polished off. When she reached the door she fumbled with her keys, the jangling alerting her insomniac husband- who just so happened to be busy with relieving some tension. He quickly clothed himself and opened the door for her.

"What're you doing home, I thought you were spending the night?"

"What? Are you mad that I'm here? Upset?" Sakura accused.

"No, of course not-" Sasuke sniffed the air around her. "Are you drunk?"

"What if I was?" Sakura crossed her arms, stumbling for a second, then leaning against the entry room wall.

"Well, I guess I'm not surprised," He turned to walk away, Sakura quickly grabbing the back of his shirt.

"Hey! I'm talking to you," She pulled him back against her with ease, her hands then running against his shoulders, kissing against his back sensually.

"Don't be so loud, Sarada's asleep." Sasuke whisper yelled. Sakura continued her run her hands along his back. Sasuke sighed heavily, feeling her delicate lips trail all along his back. "What're you up to?" He quickly snapped out of his trance.

"Come on, loosen up." She pushed her breasts against his back, wrapping her arms around his waist as her hands snaked further south. He pulled away, a flustered mess. He turned to face her, face a red blob.

"Whats gotten into you?" He asked, lips pursed and brows knotted. Sakura felt her chest hollow out.

"I'm a piece of ass!" She yelled through grinding teeth. Sasuke shushed her. "Don't shush me, you know its the truth! You're such a prick." She walked past him towards their bedroom. "I can name several people who think the same. I bet they'd actually fuck me if they had the chance."

"Don't be so vulgar, I don't want Sarada to hear you like this."

"Well then say it, say that I'm a piece of ass and I'll be quiet." Sakura stood there, arms crossed tightly against her chest, face stern.

Sasuke stayed quiet, face still hot and red. He felt a burning embarrassment inside his body, unable to open his mouth as he stood there paralyzed. A side of Sakura he'd never seen right in front of him. She frowned then started walking past him.

"Could've gotten lucky tonight... Don't worry, I'm tired anyways. I'm going to bed." Sakura ran her hand along the hall as she neared her bedroom. Sasuke sighed, on her tail. "Where do you think you're going?" She asked, standing in the doorway.

"To bed with you?" Sasuke raised a brow.

"Thats funny," Sakura grabbed the door knob. "You get the couch tonight, don't even think about it." She slammed the door in his face.

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You would've been pissed someone woke you up at 2 am with a knock at your door if you weren't already up, pregnancy bladder is no joke. You had a feeling it was gonna be him, nobody else would've showed up with the audacity to wake a pregnant woman up at such an hour, especially unannounced.

"Good morning," you grimaced at the Uchiha man.

"Good morning..." he responded, running his hand through his hair.

"Well... come in, you're letting the cold air in." He closed the door behind him, locking it. "What is it this time?"

"Sakura's gone crazy." You jumped as your heart sank.

"Y-you told her...?"

"No! She just came home all drunk and started acting really weird."

"Oh, thank goodness... well I'm not a marriage counselor so you'll need to leave, goodnight Sasuke." You turned around to head back to bed.

"Hey wait! I need a place to stay, I don't want to go back home..." He huffed.

"... Then go to Lord Seventh's. Or your office, I don't know what to tell you."

"I cant go to Naruto's, this matter is too personal for him to know about."

"Oh my-" you sighed in frustration. "Fine." You watched as he approached you, his arm sliding along the outside of your arm, he felt the goosebumps on your skin.

"Cold?" he asked in a soft hum. His touch made your skin feel electric. "I can keep you warm," he slowly lowered his face closer to yours. You pursed your lips, your face said one thing but your body was screaming another.

Instead of kissing you he breathed softly against your neck, the warm air making you shiver, his all-seeing eyes watching this effect on you. His arm curved around you and his hand rested against the soft curve of your back. The suddenness of it all made you reach out and slap him across the face, you didn't want to admit how he was making you feel, although you didn't have to say a thing- the both of you knew that what was going to happen next was inevitable.

You pulled away, on a mission to escape. Sasuke reached out and grabbed onto the back of your shirt, a trick he copied from his wife. The wife he left drunk at home alone, in bed alone, with their child alone. Familiarity.

"Don't," he ordered, stopping you dead in your tracks. You drive me crazy." He huffed, it almost sounded like he, Sasuke Uchiha- the last Uchiha, was begging. "I was like this earlier at home, I was thinking of you."

You felt weak all over, ignoring your obvious arousal and chopping it up to pregnancy hormones. But pregnancy hormones won't give you the intense feelings of wanting to and actually fucking the husband of one of your friends.

"W-why did you feel that way? I haven't seen you in weeks..." You asked, back still given to the dark haired man.

"Because I was touching myself thinking of you."

You raised your hand up to your mouth, softly biting the pad of your thumb to stifle a moan at the thought of him fucking his fist to just the thought of you. You slowly turned around, unable to resist him any longer. You wanted to run your hands along his hard chest, and so you did.

"Did you come all the way over here just to tell me this or did you have ulterior motives?" You asked in a sultry voice, swiping his cloak off his shoulders, it hit the group with a soft thump. He sighed, your hands felt delicious on his shoulders, he could only imagine how it would be on his bare skin.

"I knew my chances," his hand resumed its place, although it kept slowly inching lower. "And I liked my odds."

"Sasuke...?" you bit your lip.

"What is it?"

"What is it about me? I know this all started because of that one day fighting that genjustu user, but why continue?" Every day that you watched your stomach get bigger you felt more and more guilt, currently you're at a level you never knew existed, which is ironic when you considered the current scene in front of you.

Part of you still wanted to believe Sasuke was a good person, while it might still be an affair, there's no emotions mixed up on his part- that you know of. However you couldn't say the same for yourself. You craved his touch, and the sound of his voice. You didn't ever know what was going through his head- in fact nobody did. However, you were a different case. It was like you were imprisoned to stay with yourself and exist inside your head daily, you hated who you were and knew exactly how you felt. You liked the attention, the fucking, and although you would never admit to yourself, you knew you loved how fucked up this situation was. The rush was like none other, with the only exception being the sensations that were Sasuke Uchiha.

"Why?" Sasuke asked, a smirk on his mouth and mischief in his eye. "Because you're a piece of ass."

His hand clamped down on your ass cheeks, squeezing it harshly and kneading it with his strong fingers. You moaned, feeling your own erotic secretions start to flow from your pussy to your thigh. Sasuke's appetite was insatiable, he devoured you with his eyes, kissing you with them half lidded, watching as your eyebrows arched as he slipped his tongue into your own mouth.

He swirled the tip of his tongue with yours softly, a moment of gentle before he withdrew it and slammed his lips into yours, his hand still firm on your ass.

"So sexy..." he trailed on, his hand sinking lower to play in the warm slick of your pussy. His rough fingers gathering the wetness that seeped from your hole to slather it against your sensitive clit. The second it made any friction your legs weakened, standing this way wasn't good for a woman as pregnant as you are in this state.

"You always were a piece of ass, but fuck. Never knew you could look even better now that you're carrying my baby." His cock swelled and twitched under his pants, all he wanted to do was take them off.

His hand leapt to grasp around your waist, carrying you like you weighed nothing to your bedroom as you wrapped your legs around him. He laid you down on your bed, pulling your thighs and moving you closer to the end of it, your breathing felt heavier now. Sasuke knelt down, knees planting firmly on the plush rug underneath him.

He traced the outline of your cunt, watching you squeeze your pussy in anticipation of his entrance. He inserted his index and middle finger inside of you, curling them upwards as he pumped in and out of you. Your juice flowed down your ass, Sasuke bent his neck and licked the honey.

You shuddered, biting your lip when his tongue pressed itself against your sensitive clit. He ate you as if there was something inside of you that he wanted to posses, as if you were fuel for his body that desperately craved the sustenance you had to offer. Before you knew it you started grinding your hips against him, pulling on his hair while you threw yourself into his hungry jaws.

His fingers felt like magic, fucking that little spongy spot inside of you until you saw stars, while his greedy mouth continued to make you whimper. You were both panting heavily as the pressure from inside and outside of you became almost unbearable- back and forth, back and forth, in and out, in and out.

You felt yourself rip open into the descent of pleasure, cumming hard on both his fingers and his face. Drops of your arousal squirted out into his mouth, which he held open with his tongue out to collect. You felt your muscles tighten with the blinding a white heat of your orgasm, shouting his name, which to Sasuke sounded like a song.

“So fucking hot… your pussy tastes amazing…” Sasuke mumbled low, his thumb pad still rubbing up against your overstimulated clit.

Your voice sounded rusty towards the end of your cries, Sasuke stood up, looking at your blissful face. Your mouth was slightly agape, belly swollen with his child, your soft thighs quivering, and your hair completely disheveled. He immediately felt drowned in your beauty, his cock hard and swollen. He unbuttoned himself and plunged into you, the initial stretch at your entrance enough to perk you back up after your orgasm. You loved the feeling of his cock inside of you, filling you up as if it had been missing all along.

You opened your eyes back up and were shocked by the look on Sasuke's face, painted with a look you had seen in previous lovers, not an affair partner. You disregarded it as you felt the tip of his dick scratch the familiar itch you experienced anytime he was near. He pumped erratically inside of you, a ravenous energy associated with addicts. Sasuke grunted with a feverish breathlessness, as if the wind was knocked out of him when he first inserted himself inside of you.

“S-Sas…Sasuke…” You whimpered, toes curling while your head spinned.

“You like that, whore?” He teased, stopping his fast pace to instead pump hard and rough inside of you.

His thick cock was hitting every spot you wanted it to, with his heavy balls smacking against your ass. The squelching noises filled the room along with both of your moans.

"So fucking warm..." Sasuke trailed off, his hand harshly squeezing the plush of your thigh.

Your hand trailed underneath your shirt, feeling up your tits, rolling your nipple around between your fingers. Sasuke took notice and quickly ripped it off of you.

"Play with your tits for me..." he ordered. You continued to roll your nipples in circles, this time with only your index finger.

"F-fuck Sasuke.... s-so good..." You stammered. Sasuke kept fucking you, this time at a faster pace, with each thrust harder than the last.

“You look so sexy all full with my child…” Sasuke grunted, his hand caressing your round belly, wandering down to your thigh.

His hand left your thigh and instead traveled to your mouth where he would stick his index finger between your lips. You could taste yourself on his finger, swirling your tongue around it, leaving it wet and messy with your spit. He dragged that finger and placed it on your sensitive nipple, mimicking the same movements you were making on it.

“Pretty tits… They’re getting bigger, aren’t they?” He asked with a smirk, licking his lips as he watched them bounce with each thrust of his cock.

His hips slammed against you over and over again, soft pubic hair nudging against your clit. All the sensations between your pussy and nipples made your head spin, your mouth subconsciously parting for a kiss your stoic lover would not reciprocate. Instead he bent down between your neck and shoulder, inhaling the marvelous and faint scent that came from your body. He moaned in your ear, the ticklish sensations made you clamp around his cock, which twitched in response.

“Fuck- Sasuke! U-use me Sasuke, love feeling your big cock.” You whimpered helplessly and unapologetically, your face burning.

"Such a perfect pussy..." Sasuke grunted, moving at an agonizing pace, the sounds of his skin against yours made you drool. “I swear, it’s the tightest I’ve ever had.”

It felt wrong hearing him talk to you like that, knowing his perfect wife was alone while you're getting stuffed with her husbands cock as he praises your cunt over hers. Some sort of twisted part of you enjoyed it, and you put a little twist in your hips every time he bottomed out inside of you.

He licked up and down your neck, his mouth greedy once again. He bit against your soft skin with a deliciously erotic sensation filling his chest, travelling down to his core, his abs tightened, his orgasm close- yours closer. You tilted your head the other way, exposing more of your tender flesh to him, choking his dick with your walls.

"Fuck... you're going to drain me, aren't you?" Sasuke's breath was hot on your skin again, you could only reply in cock-drunken moans, as if you were the one who had drunk a whole bottle of wine tonight.

"m-mm' gonna cum..." You could feel how wet the sheets underneath you were, soaked with the mixture of both your arousal.

"Cum for me- cum on me." Sasuke demanded. His wish was a command when his hand moved from your nipple to your clit, flicking the wet nub with his rough finger while he pounded into you. His own orgasm coming a lightning speed, filling you with his cum, unafraid doing so due to you already being pregnant by him.

It must be your hormones making your orgasm stronger, as after he finished inside you you still were clamped tight around his cock, moaning and crying out, writhing under his touch. Hot sensations bloomed inside of you, gushing fluids spilling out and onto his still hard cock. Sasuke's own fluids filled you up, the sudden and warm intrusion amplifying your ecstasy even further.

When he pulled out you weren't ready for it, but Sasuke didn't want to stay inside of you, the risk of him continuing to abuse your cunt was too high, and even if he did it was too late in the night for him to carry on.

He picked up your T shirt and wiped his cock with it, cleaning off his cum before turning to you with it. Normally he would’ve just tossed it at you for you to deal with it but as you were lying there helplessly, too fucked out to respond, he felt an odd feeling of pity- or maybe care. He wiped the ejaculate from your pussy, the feeling of the fabric against your sensitive cunt made you whimper loud, Sasuke shushed you almost affectionately.

"Now make some room for me," He huffed softly, tossing the soiled shirt to the corner of the room before getting in next to you and throwing the covers on you both.

You turned the other way, not wanting to look at him yet still leaving yourself exposed.

"When are you leaving?" You murmured, the question made Sasuke frown slightly- not that you could see anyways.

"Before 7."

"Whatever." You shut your eyes and tried catching your breath, slumber slowly creeping back up on you as you accepted your fate to sleep with the enemy right after literally sleeping with the enemy.

While you fell asleep pretty quickly, Sasuke stayed up, unable to stop his mind from going a million miles a second. Why couldn't he just tell Sakura he thought she was beautiful when he could tell you exactly what she wanted to hear? It was ridiculous the way he was acting and he knew it. Sneaking off late at night to avoid the shame and guilt he felt looking his wife and precious daughter in the eyes, blissfully ignorant of the great betrayal he committed against their family. Avoiding sex because he knew what he really wanted was to fuck a pair of twins into you as soon as you gave birth to this one.

He adjusted himself in bed, his hand coming up to gently caress your bump while you slept. He had always wanted to feel your shared baby kick, thoughts of nursery shopping and foot massages always in his head. Something he never got to experience with his wife but so desperately wanted to, especially now with you.

He wondered if maybe all he wanted was to feel connected to his family- to have a family. One he's never hurt, or abandoned yet, he hated how he always felt compelled to run away. He decided what he really wanted was to be a good father to his daughter he never had the chance to bond with, he wanted to right his wrongs.

By now Sasuke was anything but tired, anxiety keeping him wired for hours. He saw your alarm clock read 6:45 AM. He sighed softly, getting out of bed gently to not disturb your sleep. Sasuke crept through your house until he reached your living room, sliding on his sandals and draping his long dark cape over his shoulders.

He reached for your front door knob, quickly stepping through and locking it from the inside, then slamming it shut to lock behind him. When he turned around his blood ran cold, heart dropping instantly as his color drained from his face. His eyes widened as they locked with a pair of shaky green irises.

"...Sasuke?" The pink haired woman asked cautiously, dropping a small basket of vitamins, fruits and teas she was just carrying. "Sasuke... what's going on?"

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