#sasuke sfw

[larssks]

genius is just synonym for cocky lil shit

[sultrysparkles]

PATCH UP DUTY! ༉‧₊˚.

synopsis: your shinobi boyfriend got hurt on a mission, and luckily for them their trusty girlfriend is here to help! (mentions of wounds and blood, SFW) FT. Gaara, Naruto, Sasuke, and Shikamaru

a/n: finally im back!! missed writing more than I expected lol also sorry naruto fans I didn't know what to do with him really!! (⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠)

☆ SILENCE. (FT. GAARA)☆

"You don't have to do this, (Y/N)." Gaara murmurs, resting his arm on the table. You ignore his comment, unraveling a roll of gauze. Sitting there patiently, he watches as you carefully formulate your supplies with precision.

Grabbing a chair next to him, you begin to treat his wound. A large slash down his forearm, yet shallow enough to not cause any substantial issues. But the bleeding alone was enough to make you pout.

Meticulously dabbing a cloth over his wound, not a single word escapes from either one of you. Steady breathing fills the empty silence, a comforting phenomenon that always came along with Gaara. He wasnt the type to speak unless he had to, even then his sentences remained short and meaningful.

Picking up a swab coated in sterile saline, then patting it along the gash, You glance up to check Gaara for any signs of discomfort, an instinct that came along with treating injuries.

Suddenly, your rhythmic movements halt abruptly.

Your eyes meet.

For a moment neither of you move. His cold teal eyes grasp yours, indecipherable but fierce. Almost like he was studying you, memorizing the way your eyebrows furrowed with concentration, the way your eyes squint slightly as you focus. There's no falter nor embarrassed look away—only fixed tranquility.

He still doesn't look away.

Gaara isn't the type of person to shy away when he's caught staring, especially if it's something he's infatuated by. Instead his gaze intensifies, as if he's trying to understand something—himself. Why does he feel this odd warmth in his chest every time he's around your vicinity? Why does his heart slow but his breathing quicken as soon as he feels your delicate touch? It's all so new to him.

You catch a glimpse of something that crosses his face. Although hard to catch, you still caught it. A rare tenderness he rarely allowed himself to show.

"...Does it hurt?" You ask gently.

Immediately, his lips part, like he wants to say something. But instead, he simply shakes his head "No. It's fine."

However, his eyes still haven't let you go. At least not yet. Not until you look away first, flustered by his silent potency. And even then, he's still watching, his thoughts unsolvable, his heart struggling to make sense of feelings he's never felt before.

☆ BIG BABY! (FT. NARUTO) ☆

"Ow, ow, OW— (Y/N), you're killing me!" Naruto whines throwing his head back like he's just been stabbed in the chest.

You glare at him, pressing the antiseptic soaked rag against the scrape on his cheek. "It's just a tiny scratch, you big baby."

"A tiny scratch?... Do you see the SIZE of this thing? I was fighting for my life out there!" He puffs, pointing at the scrape. You sigh loudly, muttering about how ridiculous he is, Naruto crossing his arms childishly at the comment.

Tossing the rag aside, you grab a glass bottle filled with ointment. "You literally get punched through walls, but this is where you draw the line?" You retort, leaning in closer to spread the ointment more precisely

But unknowingly, you closed in the last bit of space between you two, the lack of air making Naruto's brain go fuzzy. Actually, he was completely frozen. Too stunned to speak. His usual goofy demeanour falters for just a moment, his breath pausing as heat rises to his face. He's blinking rapidly, unsure of where to look. He's lost in the way your fingers gently grasp his jaw, tilting his head slightly backwards. And he's fixated on the pacing of your breathing too, feeling the warm air against his cheek.

Fuck. You were way too close. He swallows hard, "Uh..." He scrambles to find his words, for the first time, the Ultimate Knucklehead Ninja is speechless.

You raise an eyebrow, feigning innocence as if the close proximity wasn't a part of your plan. "What? You were just talking a mile a minute, and now you're quiet?" You spit, lips curled slightly as you spread the thick medication across his cheek.

Naruto quickly averts his gaze, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "N-Nothing... Just... uh... you must be really focused, huh?" He lets out a nervous chuckle, trying to slow down the sudden pounding in his chest.

Rolling your eyes, you twist the cap back onto the bottle. Adjusting himself on the couch, Naruto tries to retrieve his cool, as if his face weren't a bright tomato red. You continue patching Naruto up, still bickering back and forth with him. Only this time, he seemed to be a bit more jittery and shaky with his responses.

But later, when you're finished and packing away your supplies, you swear you hear him mumble something under his breath. Something that makes you smile not matter how much you stifle it back.

"Man... I think I just feel for you even harder..."

☆ STUBBORNESS (FT. SASUKE) ☆

"I'm fine."

You exhale sharply, ignoring Sasuke's regular resistance. Placing a cloth over the gash and then applying mild pressure, you attempt to stop the bleeding from his neck. "You're bleeding, Sasuke."

He doesn't flinch, nor does he wince. Instead he's just sitting there, stuff but compliant. His arms are crossed, like this whole situation was just some minor inconvenience. Of course. It wasn't unusual for Sasuke to act so detached, always pretending to be unaffected yet his body always said the opposite.

You shake your head, "Just let me help, okay?"

Sasuke sighs through his nose, but doesn't dispute with you any further. That was the most compliance you'll ever get out of him.

The wound on his neck wasn't deep, simply messy. Dried blood strips near the opening, and despite his bluffed collectiveness, you could tell he's exhausted. It wasn't uncommon to see Sasuke injured, oftentimes training tirelessly, or engaging with enemies he underestimated way too much. But this time, you could tell he wasn't just worn out physically.

Too lost in your thoughts, you accidentally prod the cloth a bit too harshly, making him tense up for a moment. Not a flinch, but you swore you heard his breath quietly hitch.

"Sorry," you murmur.

Sasuke though, doesn't say anything. But as you continue, grabbing other materials, you treat his wounds with extra care. Fingers grazing his skin with gentleless, you begin to notice something. His breathing slows. His once taut shoulders are now relaxed under your touch.

He isn't just tolerating this, but he's allowing it.

There's something strangely intimate about this silence. Perhaps it's the way, you're the only one he lets close like this.

Then you feel it. His gaze locked on you.

Holding the gauze in your hand, you pause.

"Sasuke?"

But still, no answer.

You peek up at him, expecting his eyes to rush away like they always do, but he doesn't. His distant black eyes are now fixated on you, unreadable, steady, yet softer than usual. They lacked their usual sharpness, but instead grew of quiet observation.

The sight sends your heart into your throat.

"...What?" You ask, voice barely above a whisper.

He blinks, laggard and calculated. His lips part ever so slightly, like he's about to speak but he doesn't. Instead, after a moment, he exhales and mutters, "Nothing."

Taking in his answer, you continue on with patching him up. But his gaze lingers, still focused on you. Even after you finish patching him up. Because as he stands to leave, his lips part open again, like there's something on his chest that's dying to come out.

And then, he turns away, his voice—low and nearly inaudible.

"...You don't have to worry about me so much."

☆ GENTLE (FT. SHIKAMARU) ☆

"This is such a drag..."

Shikamaru groans, resting his head against the wall as you kneel beside him, tending to the slash across his chest. He's always complaining and always acting like everything takes up so much of his precious energy. But he hasn't moved an inch since you've started.

"You say that like I'm the one who got you hurt," you mutter, blotting a rag over his wound.

A long and slow breathe escapes his lungs, "Tch. Guess that's fair."

His voice is low and sluggish, like sitting here was simply exhausting. Despite having a fresh injury, he seems to be half asleep. Typical. You should've expected him to act like this was more tiring than the actual fight.

"Hold still," you say, pressing a bandage against his skin tightly.

Shikamaru doesn't even flinch. Doesn't really react at all, really—except for the way his eyes flicker downwards watching the way your fingers dance over his chest, you brows knitting together in silent concentration.

You don't notice at first, only until the silence begins to grow way too suspicious.

You glance up, only for him to be looking back at you.

You waver, gripping the roll of bandage.

"What?"

But, he only blinks at you, hushed but calculated, unbothered at the fact you just caught him staring. In his eyes, there's no sign of embarrassment nor instant divergence. Just quiet deliberate eyes, like he's studying a foreign topic.

"You're being weird," you comment, focusing your attention to bandaging him up.

Shikamaru's lips twitch into a lazy smirk. "Nah. Just thinking."

"Thinking about what?"

He pauses, and so do you. His eyes dart towards something—not away but lower, to where your hands are still resting on his chest, rising up and down as he breathes.

"You're pretty gentle," he murmurs.

Your breath catches to the back of your throat. But before you can respond, he leans his head back again, shutting his eyes like he's done speaking.

Shaking off the unexpected heat in your cheeks, you huff "You say that like you expected me to be rough."

"Didn't say that," He mutters, eyes still shut.

"Then?"

He exhales a small tired sigh. And then without opening his eyes:

"I think I could get used to this"

Your hands still for half a second, but he doesn't say anything else. Instead he lets the silence between you two settle, as if it were meant to be there.

And when you finally pull back, he doesn't move right away.

Like he's in no rush to leave your touch.

[animeomegas]

blowing some boys' back out please x3 your choice of 'em

that's 2 imprecise help neji gaara, sasuke, and minato? :3 bonus if the alpha is big in size. I'll be 🍷 anon if not already taken ! mwah

(Hey, welcome 🍷 anon! Let's see~)

N-sfw under cut

Let's set the scene!

It was a rough night last night, enthusiastic, hot, and very heavy.

And some soreness is totally normal after nights like this, especially when you consider your... greater than average size *cough*

But when your omega gets up the next morning, it's clear that the soreness is more than normal.

He's waddling around the house, holding himself gingerly, still kind of dazed from last night.

He probably has some emerging bruises in sensitive places, a few pulled muscles, too.

Maybe you were a little too enthusiastic 😅

But how does he react?

Neji

He is deeply unimpressed by you.

He's sending you dirty looks, blaming you for his current condition and conveniently forgetting how much he was begging for it to be harder last night.

"How am I supposed to go shopping like this? 😠"

You better be pampering him to say sorry.

He's going to settle down on the couch and you'll be doing all the chores and massaging the sore parts of his body.

Bring him snacks and butter him up with lots of lovey dovey apologies and he'll forgive you.

And then ask for that kind of sex again the next week smh.

Gaara

Concerned boy is concerned :(

Rough sex is extremely out of character for him, and so something must have triggered it. Perhaps extremely heightened emotions?

I'm not sure, but he's regretting it so much :(

He knew rough sex was a bad idea. He kind of feels bad about the whole thing.

For a shinobi, his pain tolerance is pretty low, but he still has to get to work because he has a village to run...

He keeps his composure remarkably well at work, but he goes home early and he expects lots of cuddles and kisses and gentle affection.

It's one of the only sex things that he won't overshare with his siblings because he's genuinely embarrassed by injuries that occurred from his perceived lack of control. He feels like he should know better.

Give him lots of love, okay?

Sasuke

He is SOOOOO embarrassed.

And he's pissed at you. But he won't say that because he's too busy pretending that nothing is wrong.

This lasts for all of 5 minutes before he realises that pretending he's fine means leaving the house like this, and he'd rather DIE.

So, the man who would try to train or take a mission while literally delirious with illness, actually takes a day off and hides in bed.

A bed that he kicks you out of by the way.

(but you can probably sneak back in with some well placed nuzzles)

What is he even so embarrassed about?

People knowing he has sex? Kinda, yes.

How fucking ridiculous he looks waddling around? Absolutely.

Not being strong enough to physically take his alpha without injury? Yes...

DO NOT tease him!

Just apologise once and then make him breakfast and don't bring it up ever again 😅

Minato

He's a bit sheepish about the situation, because he remembers begging for it to be harder, and he should have known better.

Oh well! Now he knows better, and well, it was pretty hot.

He gets a bit turned on thinking about it, which probably hurts, so that train of thought dies quickly.

He will probably tease you about being so big and rough lol

To be honest though, he's totally fine, and he'll say "you don't have to do that" everytime you try to apologise or make it up to him.

He would appreciate you running him a bath and making him some food though, just to show him that you love him.

Let's just hope that he's not teaching that day 🙏🏻 Because he is not as subtle as he thinks.

Or working as Hokage... Because his guard definitely know how he spent yesterday evening 😏

[sinyaru]

Raffle prize for @shadows-story based on the last chapter of the fic Kintsukuroi by @tomorrowsrain

I was honestly too lazy to think whether if Obito is having the white zetsu parts on him or not so I just didn't draw them 🫠

[dualcosmog]

0605 Elgyem

[cowboysorceror]

I glow pink in the night in my room 💖 ID is in alt text!

[calxsha]

ミ★ ୨୧ Introduction | ୨୧ the Sharingan

─☆﹔ :: 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 :: 𝖴𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗁𝖺 𝖲𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗄𝖾 𝗑 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗆！ 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

─☆﹔ :: 𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 :: 𝖠 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖲𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗄𝖾’𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁.

─☆﹔ :: 𝗧𝗮𝗴𝘀 :: － 𝖠𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾 － 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 － 𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 － 𝗌𝖿𝗐 － 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 － 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝖼𝗋𝖾 𝖠𝖴

─☆﹔ :: not proofread

────☆┈┈─── ֺ 一夜限りのスタンド ִ ──┈┈☆─────

::𝒯𝓌ℴ 𝓌ℯℯ𝓀𝓈::

“𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁?!”

Uchiha Fugaku, the current clan leader, breaks the silence harshly. Uchiha Itachi his oldest son sat at his right while Sasuke, the youngest, was nowhere to be found. He should’ve stepped stepped inside the room where he was called to. But the moment your name fell off of the announcers lips he froze and disappeared away. Not too far off since he wanted to know why you were here, but as far as necessary.

After all you told him no strings attached when you hooked up. Sakura had been an annoying pest again on his day off. Sasuke was supposed to be spending it with Naruto, Lee, Neji and Shikamaru but was rudely interrupted and disturbed by said pinky pie.

He had been drunk and out of reflex he held the person closest to him and ran away in one of the random empty love room to hide. That person was he dragged with him was you. But this had occurred a few weeks ago. And even if you were pregnant, surely he can’t be the father right?

“My daughter wouldn’t lie about something as serious as this, we already went to the medics.”

Your father spoke for you, you had been confident when you told the clan leader you were pregnant with Sasuke’s child but after his angry shout you felt guilty. Extremely. After all even if you did have sex you should’ve gotten protection. Having been drunk while doing it certainly did help you in this situation.

“Even so, it will cause rumours around the village if the child is born looking like my son.” Fugaku said, looking at your belly before back your father. Having a child without marriage is still rather inappropriate and unacceptable by society after all. The Uchiha was already on thin ice with all of the Senju problems of the past. And being apart of the side branch was to maintain order between those obtain the Sharingan and those who didn’t.

“Then let’s have them set up,” your father proposed making you shot your head at him, clearly off guard. An almost rude ‘excuse you’ left your lips but Fugaku was faster. “I’m sorry? Marriage between your daughter and my son?” He questioned, Itachi frowned wanting to bud in but his father shot him a look. This could solve their dilemma.

::𝒪𝓃ℯ 𝓂ℴ𝓃𝓉𝒽::

And somehow that’s how Sasuke and you ended up in front of lady Tsunade the fifth Hokage. Her shocked expression made sense, Uchiha Sasuke getting married? Not to mention the sped up marriage license requested by the Uchiha clan.

“So…” She trailed off, this was awkward, you and Sasuke both sat on the chair in front of the desk both of your fathers behind you. With Itachi waiting behind the door against the wall. “You both want to get married legally before an actual wedding?” Tsunade asked a bit concerned, sure sped up marriage licenses weren’t that uncommon to he requested. But of the Uchiha clan? And for you and Sasuke of all people. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was secretly pinching her knee under the table she would’ve thought she was dreaming.

You opened your mouth to speak but your father spoke for you, “yes.” A simple word, but it doesn’t suffice for Tsunade’s liking. She took a glance Sasuke beside you on your right. He stared back blankly at her.

She had known the boy quite a while. Him having trained under a legendary Sanin like herself. Orochimaru was ruthless nevertheless his attack on Konoha was a story for another time.

“Tsunade, I want to make her my bride.”

Silence, Fukage froze, your father looked at Sasuke. A week ago Itachi had to force him to sign the contract papers for the arrangement of their marriage. Now he’s openly saying he wants you as his. His words made you look at him, surprised but thankful. After al this meant that maybe… it wouldn’t be a loveless marriage after all.

You dreamed of a fairytale marriage, yet you know that something like that was just that. A fairytale. Something to be forgotten after all it was nothing and held no worth. Even after your mother’s warnings before her passing, the little girl who you once were still wished for it. As pathetic as it might seem, you wanted to be with him. With Sasuke.

A paper sliding on top of the desk to you and Sasuke made you snap out of your thoughts. “I hereby declare that your request for a sped up marriage license is accepted. I need both of your signatures. Then court will handle the rest.”

You nodded dipping the feather in ink before writing down your name, the moment the pen made contact with the paper Sasuke hands gently moved over yours. “We’re going to get married, so writing it together shouldn’t be weird.” He muttered so you could hear. You gave him a look but let him do whatever. ‘The only thing weird here is the way you’re acting.’ You thought, trying not to deadpan.

When you were done writing your name he wrote his, your hand over his. Let’s just say those three adults witnessed Sasuke being extremely strange with you. And that was just the start.

::𝒯𝓌ℴ 𝓂ℴ𝓃𝓉𝒽𝓈::

Over the course of the days leading up to the wedding a month had already passed before you knew it. The clan wanted to have the wedding quickly since you started to gain a little weight at your belly. You and Sasuke had been meeting frequently when he was in the village not on mission. After all he was a Genin.

Planning your wedding has been fun, but the amount of gossip amongst the main branch sometimes got to you. Just like today, you had just arrived at the compound of the main branch and the maiden servants had been talking behind your back. Saying things like ‘she probably baby-trapped him’ or ‘I’m sure Sasuke-sama would’ve never chosen her on his own’.

You had the confidence to walk around the corner and tell them exactly what he said to Tsunade. If it wasn’t for the comment about your body, “[Name]-san is gaining so much weight. Sure they might be legally married but you don’t think they..”

You heard laughing, making you frown and turn around only to bump into Sasuke. The maids knew, they knew you must’ve been pregnant. “There you are.” Sasuke mumbled holding you by your waist concerned, he’d been a lot more soft with you. Why? You’ve yet to ask, but you’re sure you will. Before the wedding at least. Maybe it’s because you carry his child. No, he had always been a tad softer to you. Breaking his cold facade for you, his lips twitching just a little bit whenever you walked by.

“You were looking for me Sasuke-kun?” You asked politely. Sure you were acquainted and slowly turning into something more then just friends with the second. But you haven’t spend much time with him. With him being either with team seven or out on mission. Not to mention the main compound and the side branches compound weren’t that close.

“Yes, my mother is worried about you, you’ve been growing more rapidly than the clan expected.” Says mumbles, he’s was about to walk around the corner but you held him back a little. Remembering the maidens gossiping. “Ah- Mikoto-san is worried?” Sasuke nodded, the moment you and his mother met she had always loved you like her own. And now that your carrying her grandchild she was just so dotting and sweet.

“Then we shouldn’t keep her waiting.” You replied to his nonverbal answer. As you were about to take the longer route to escape the situation with the maids he pulled you around the corner. Holding your wrist. The maids instantly turned quiet when they saw Sasuke and you together. Turning red out of embarrassment they bowed, “Sasuke-sama.” One of them announced the obvious.

“I heard you speak several lies about my bride. Say it to my face so that I may punish you accordingly.” He said with a glare, if looks could kill those poor women would’ve already been in hell. “We’re sorry my Lord!” One of them yelled out while all of them still held their heads down.

“I didn’t ask for an apology, I asked for the rumours you made about my bride.” He said sternly once more, if it wasn’t for you holding on to his hand he would’ve snapped and cut them to pieces. He doesn’t take rumours to clan lightly, now imagine rumours to the mother of his child.

“W-Well,” the headmaid en stuttered making Sasuke scoff, “did anyone cut out your tongue?” He turned away after speaking, brushing passed them. You still at his side was being dragged with him.

“I will deal with you all later.” He said coldly before you both left the hallway. The thick air was cut through after your leave making the maids breathe out in relieve.

Meanwhile you had to deal with the rather tense air the confrontation left behind, at least until you saw Mikoto. The sweet woman was already walking up to you with a smile, refusing the urge to run straight up to you. She saw the little bump, it wasn’t noticeable too much, only for those who had sharp eyes or knew of the pregnancy. Still for two months it was rather big, too big in your eyes if the maids had noticed. “How are you, dear?” She immediately asked you after seeing the cold expression on her son’s face and your frown which turned into a smile upon seeing her. “Me and the baby are doing quiet fine, thank you for asking.”

The mother of two nodded before taking your arm in hers. Freeing you from Sasuke’s tight grip around your wrist. “I’ve made a doctors appointment for you and the baby to see why your growing rapidly.” She informed you, the thought of knowing why you looked bigger than other pregnant women around your age made you a bit uncomfortable. After all you didn’t like knowing there was something wrong with your body. But for the baby’s sake you nodded and complied.

After a long trip to the hospital you laid on the chair. The female doctor hadn’t yet arrived, Mikoto sat beside you and Sasuke behind you keeping an eye out. You were wearing hospital scrubs.

“I don’t like seeing you in those.. clothes.” Sasuke muttered with slight annoyance, Mikoto turned to her son with a frown while you turned to him with a questioning look. “And why is that?” You asked with the same tone he did, imitating his voice which only made him scoff. “I just don’t like it.” He spoke clearly looking away annoyed. Mikoto had the ‘boy don’t make me come over there and smack you’ eyes. Which made Sasuke only sulk.

“Fine,” he rolled his eyes before looking back at you, hand trailing the mattress. “It feels wrong to see you, it feels like you’re going to surgery and never come back.” He confessed trying not to make eye contact with his mother but he felt her knowing smirk.

Just then Haruno Sakura walked in. Breaking off the previous conversation, "hello I will be your doctor for today and-..." She trailed off seeing Sasuke next to you. When she first saw Mikoto she thought she was going to have a third child but it seems you were the one pregnant. And from the looks of it with Sasuke was the father.

"Sasuke-kun," she trailed off remembering the last night she saw him. She had been drowning herself in paperwork and patients at the hospital. She frowned at the memory and at the sight she was seeing right now. “So this is why.. you’ve been taking less missions?” Sasuke was still, he had been the moment Sakura had entered the room.

"Sakura," you said her name a bit uncomfortable but continued. "Could you.." Trailing off Sasuke spoke for you after seeing your uncomfort. "Just do your job as a medical ninja and doctor."

After a long, awkward research. The test results came in, the it was brought to you by a nurse this time. Sakura no where to be found.

“The reason for the lady her rapid growth.. is because she’s with twin. Two baby’s.” The nurse explained with a soft smile, her happiness flowing through her eyes. Your eyes widened and shock, Mikoto had a hand over her mouth and Sasuke.. the man looked like he was about to pass out. “Twins? You’re sure?” Sasuke asked catching his breath, the nurse replied with a soft nod. “As for the rest the madam is quite healthy. We do recommend staying as stress relieved as possible since we now know you carry two lives inside you.” The nurse informed once more, you nodded as the news finally sank in.

Twins, “I will leave you to relish in this happiness. You can check out whenever at administration. That’s also where the rest of your papers are.” The nurse walked out, she understood why Sakura wanted her to bring the news. But she still didn’t understand what Sakura meant with her words.

‘If she wasn’t alive I’d be Sasuke’s wife..’ Sakura had whispered jealousy, probably to herself but the poor nurse overheard and the dark aura she felt from Sakura made her almost scared. The nurse thought that Sakura could’ve been implying that she wanted to kill you. So she took matters into her own hands. Saying to the analysts that’s she would be the one to bring you the news and not Sakura.

Meanwhile you were on cloud nine, “you carry the line of the Uchiha.. I’m sure you and Sasuke will have many children to grow the clan.” Mikoto said holding your cheek as she felt you smile against her hand. Putting a piece of hair behind you ear. Sasuke put his hand on your belly. “You do realise they won’t kick now, right?” You mumbled looking at your husband amused making him look at you unimpressed. “Oh so now I can’t touch my wife?” He said a bit teasingly sarcastic and the other part genuinely confused with a frown.

“Of course you can..” you mumbled looking away. “I’ll go and discharge you,” Mikoto said walking outside the room leaving you and your husband alone. “Red flowers.” He said suddenly. Sitting on the place his mother said on before him. “Excuse me?” You replied to his weird words.

“You asked me yesterday what type off flowers I’d like for the theme.. red flowers.” Roses.

::𝒯𝒽𝓇ℯℯ 𝓂ℴ𝓃𝓉𝒽𝓈::

The weeks leading up to the wedding were hectic. From wedding planning to flower arrangements. From practicing table manners to wedding kimono’s. So finally being in the moment of it all, your father’s arm linked through yours as he brought you to your groom felt like heaven. Your bump grew a little more and was almost visible through the layers of the wedding kimono.

Seeing your handsome groom standing there looking like the most gorgeous piece of art was heaven. It made the stress worth it. It made you happy you made the mistake of having a one night stand. As you walked down the aisle you felt tears in your eyes. Your father kissed your forehead and let you go. So that you may be with your groom.

You felt tears stream down your face as you felt Sasuke’s hands around yours. The priest smiled at the softness of Sasuke’s eyes on you.

The eyes of love.

“An Uchiha’s love goes deeper then anything in the world.” He began his speech, “so I pray that in sickness and health..” he began the typical riddle. And all you could think about is how picture perfect this moment felt. One of Sasuke’s hand’s cupped your cheek, as if hiding you away from the world. He whipped away your tears, giving you a small but meaningful smile.

“…So with that in mind. Do you, Uchiha Sasuke, second son of the clan leader of the main branch, take Uchiha [Name] of the side branch as your wife?” The priest asked with a smile, he had done many weddings in his life. But seeing an Uchiha marry someone wasn’t just precious. It was too precious.

It meant Sasuke would burn the world for you. “I do.” He whispered his eyes locked onto your own.

“And you, Uchiha [Name] of the side branch, do you take Uchiha Sasuke of the main branch as your husband-?”

The priest hadn’t even finished and you had already said an “I do.” Those two word locked your lives together forever. Like a magic spell, you were his completely, and he was yours just the same way. His sarcastic cold self turned warmer just by hearing your name.

Your presence was like spring. New, fresh and so full of life. Like the sun that had finally come to shine upon him, making all of his darkness disappear. Your eyes were like the ocean, he could drown in the colour of them. You. You. You. You.

You were heaven on earth. You were everything. He’d do anything for you, no matter of dangerous, no matter how vile. He’d destroy everything. That is the curse he is burdened with by loving you and he doesn’t mind the Uchiha curse one bit.

“I hereby pronounce you officially husband and wife, you may...” the priest hiccuped a little, tears in his eyes. “You may kiss your wife.” He finished before walking backwards giving the the space. And giving him a moment to cry. Just like most of the guests attending.

Sasuke smiled, he held your waist and your cheek. His hand moving to your chin tilting your head. Then, he kissed you, putting a hand discreetly over the image of you and him kissing while still cupping your cheek a little. You gladly kissed him back, arms around his neck. Pulling down to your level.

::𝒮𝒾𝓍 𝓂ℴ𝓃𝓉𝒽𝓈::

Your belly has swollen a lot, your baby healthy. You were in your shared futon, held by your husband. “Say, Sasuke.. why did you agree to marry me?” Sasuke stared down at you, your back was against his stomach. His hands gently lifting your belly just the tiniest bit. Kissing your neck gently, “because.. you’re kind, gracefully, clever, steadfast and beautiful.” He whispered, a soft song of confession amongst the hard truths.

“But why?” You questioned, insisting that he’d explain it plainly. “You’re asking me what I fell for you?” He retorted back with a smirk but you only nodded which made him sigh. Every though you were amongst the most cunning of shinobi, it seems even you have your clueless sides.

“You’re the only one that makes my heart beat. What I feel for you is.. more passionate than hope and much deeper than despair. This emotion belongs to me and its all for you. Only for you. It’s the pinnacle of all human emotions: love.”

Your eyes widened and he continued speaking, but this time it took a dark turn from his sweet words. “If anyone tries to take you away I’ll kill them… I’ll destroy this whole world if that’s what it takes to have you by my side once more.” Kill.

That’s when you knew, all those years spend together under the same clan and he has always been ready to spill blood for you. He’d spill the earth’s hot blood for you. All for you.

::𝒩𝒾𝓃ℯ 𝓂ℴ𝓃𝓉𝒽𝓈::

Sasuke walked from one side of the room to another as you sat on the hospital bed again, ready to be in labour. “Sasuke-kun.. walking around like that won’t do you any good. I need you to be strong for me since I’m probably not gonna be able to think straight.” You mumbled a little concerned but also unamused with a sweat drop.

“What if you don’t make it? What if I loose you- or worse.. lose all three of you? What if-”

“Shut up.” You spoke firmly with a frown after seeing all of your husband’s ranting. Having him by your side during this pregnancy has been hard. Especially after the village found out. But he had stood by your side through everything.

“Im going to survive this, and I need you by my side to do it. Have faith in me..” Sasuke stopped his pacing after hearing your words. He sighed stepping by your side. He held your hand as the doctor walked in, an elderly woman. She had probably delivered countless babies in her life time. “Thanks.. but I’m the one supposed to be supporting you, idiot.” He said with a sighed as you suddenly gripped his hand. Pain struck across your face.

“Doctor is she-” the doctor cut him off as she yelled at the three nurses who came into the room immediately surrounding you. It began.

“I can see it” The nurses spoke seeing the head of the baby.

And after three hours of pushing a cry was finally heard. Not one, but two. The doctor and a nurse cleaned up your baby’s. Doing the usual checks to make sure they’re healthy and safe. While the other two nurses and Sasuke helped you shower, wear your clothes. Inform you about what would be happening in your body now after birth.

After a day of getting back into your life after birth you finally had time for yourself. Making yourself comfortable with Sasuke next to you on the chair as you held your baby’s. As they finally slept.

“Was it worth that night at the bar?”

You whispered to him with a knowing smirk, “you know it was.” He replied with a unimpressed face. “So.. what name’s are we choosing for them?” He asked immediately after.

::ℯ𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓎ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝓁𝒶𝓉ℯ𝓇::

"And that's how i met your father." You told recited your love story of how you and your husband got together, to your children. “So it was all an accident.” Your eight year old son mumbled with a disgusted frown. Grossed out he faked throwing up while your daughter, who was the older twin laughed at her brother.

Meanwhile you deadpanned as your daughter spoke now, “oh shut up Izuna. It’s truly an amazing love story.” You daughter blushed holding her cheeks before dramatically falling in her futon.

“Now now, Miko, Izuna, it’s time to sleep.” You mumbled shushing your children’s bickering. You heard a few fine’s as both of your children laid down in their futon’s. You sat in between their futon’s. Kissing both of them on the forehead before walking outside their room. Sasuke had been waiting behind the sliding door.

“You’re back.” You said surprised, he should’ve been traveling still right, “can’t I come home now?” Sasuke replied with some sass. “You can..” you trailed of when Sasuke tilting your head upwards in to face him before capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. “I’m happy I dragged you away that night.” He mumbled after the kiss. “You are, huh?” He nodded as reply before mumbling an, “I love you.” In your ear. You hummed softly before replying, “I love you too.” Your words made him smile with a soft chuckle before teasing with a blush. A blush you knew that mean he was tipsy, he teased. “How about we give our children a little sibling-” SMACK.

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the shrill blare of your alarm pierced through the peaceful quiet of the room, signalling the start of the day. you groaned, smacking at your phone to silence it. beside you, sasuke barely stirred, his face buried in the pillow. his messy black hair stuck up in every direction, and his arm was draped lazily over his eyes, shielding him from the morning light filtering through the curtains.

"sasuke," you called softly, nudging his shoulder.

he grunted in response, turning his face further into the blanket.

"get up... i have class."

he just stilled in your bed, his mouth agape, breathing into the pillow.

you muttered, shaking him again. "you’re in my bed, and i need to get ready."

"then go," he mumbled, voice muffled by the pillow. "i’m sleeping."

"bitch."

his only response was another groan, his body curling deeper into the blankets like a child refusing to wake up for school. your patience, already worn thin by the alarm, officially snapped. without a second thought, you placed both hands on his shoulder and gave him a hard shove.

the result was immediate—and satisfying.

sasuke landed on the floor with a dull thud, the blanket tangled around his legs. he blinked up at you, his expression caught somewhere between groggy confusion and mild betrayal. "did you just—?"

"yep." you sat up, stretching your arms above your head.

he rubbed the back of his head, scowling. "you didn’t have to push me off."

"didn’t i, though?" you quipped, grabbing your phone and heading to the bathroom. "make yourself useful and fold the blanket while you’re down there."

as you disappeared into the bathroom, you could hear him muttering something under his breath about "violent women" and "never sleeping over again." you smirked to yourself, knowing full well he didn’t mean it.

you freshened up, and took a quick shower. you changed inside the bathroom itself. when you stepped out of the bathroom, sasuke was sprawled on your bed, buried under the blanket.

"sasuke... my roommate will be back anytime. get upppp." you nudged his shoulder.

he groaned and swatted your hand away.

you sighed. "just... wake up and be out before 10 am, okay?"

he nodded, half-asleep.

the days that followed were strange—so unfamiliar yet oddly natural. the anger and distance that had always hardened sasuke's expression were gone. he was still sasuke, still stoic and brooding, still quiet and enigmatic.

he didn’t avoid you anymore. if anything, he gravitated toward you in ways that felt both deliberate and accidental. between classes, you’d find him leaning against the hallway wall, one hand tucked into his pocket, waiting. he never said he was waiting for you, but the way his dark eyes followed you as you approached, the slight nod he gave when you stopped beside him—it was enough.

at lunch, he started sitting with you and your friends, though he didn’t say much. he let naruto and ino carry the conversations while shikamaru and sakura threw in sarcastic remarks. but every now and then, his gaze would flicker to you, lingering for a second too long. once, when you reached for the soy sauce, he passed it to you before you could even ask, his fingers brushing yours for just a moment.

when you caught him looking, he didn’t look away. instead, he held your gaze.

he wasn’t resistant anymore. he didn’t flinch when your hands brushed, didn’t shy away when your laughter bubbled out too loud. he didn’t push you away when you teased him, though his muttered retorts still held their signature bite.

"so, did you notice how he used the inclusive 'we' throughout the entire segment? classic use of a positive politeness strategy. it’s brown and levinson 101—minimising distance by emphasising shared goals. and then, right after that, he slips in that... hedged commitment—'we might consider'. it’s so subtle, but it creates this illusion of deference while still maintaining control of the discourse. i mean, who even thinks to do that on the fly? politicians, man."

sasuke sat across from you, one hand resting on the table, the other loosely holding his phone. his expression was unreadable, as it always was, but his eyes were fixed on you, quietly following every animated gesture, every rise and fall of your voice.

you leaned forward, mimicking some grand rhetorical gesture from the speech you’d clearly dissected in your head a hundred times. "and then—then!—he pivots with that conditional clause, 'if we were to…,' which isn’t just a hedge, but a way to signal both tentativeness and hypothetical alignment. it’s like he’s saying, ‘i’m not imposing anything on you; we’re just exploring this together,’ but in reality, he’s guiding the whole conversation exactly where he wants it to go. brilliant manipulation, really."

he didn’t understand half the jargon you were using—positive politeness strategies, hedged commitments, negative politeness as strategic deference.

"mm," he hummed noncommittally, the corner of his mouth twitching. not quite a smile, but close enough.

"you’re not even following, are you?" you teased, narrowing your eyes at him.

"not a word," he admitted flatly, but his gaze didn’t waver.

you laughed, the sound bright and unguarded, and he felt something inside him loosen. "it’s okay," you said, still grinning. "i know this is more my niche than yours. but, you know, it’s fun to share."

he let out a quiet grunt, his eyes softening just a fraction. "it’s fine," he said, his voice low, steady. "you can keep going."

"really?"

sasuke didn’t do girlfriends. that much he knew. they were a complication, a label, something that came with expectations and promises he wasn’t sure he could meet. girlfriends were... structured, defined. something you were supposed to navigate with a script.

but this? this thing he had with you? it wasn’t scripted. it wasn’t defined. and for a while, that had worked. in college terms, the two of you were just hooking up—casual, simple, no strings attached. he had convinced himself it was enough. enough to quiet whatever storm of feelings simmered beneath the surface, enough to keep you close without the risk of truly letting you in.

except now, it wasn’t enough.

sitting in the library, staring blankly at a textbook he wasn’t reading, sasuke felt the edges of his thoughts unraveling. the memory of your laughter, the feel of your hands steadying his face, the way your voice softened when you spoke to him—it all played on a loop in his mind, like some cruel joke the universe was telling at his expense.

this wasn’t casual anymore.

but what did he want?

he clenched his jaw, staring at the words on the page that blurred into nothing. he didn’t know how to ask you for more. for... whatever this was. he wasn’t even sure what he wanted from you. a girlfriend? the word felt foreign in his mind, like it didn’t belong to him. relationships were for people who had their lives figured out, who didn’t flinch at the idea of someone seeing all the messy, broken parts of them. not him.

but he also didn’t want to lose you.

the thought of you walking away—of you deciding this wasn’t worth your time anymore—settled like a stone in his gut. he thought of the way your presence seemed to light up everything, even the corners of his life he’d kept deliberately dark. how you listened to his silences, laughed at his brooding, and somehow made it all feel okay.

he sighed, leaning back in his chair, his eyes drifting to his phone on the table. your name sat at the top of his messages, from a conversation earlier that morning—something mundane about your coffee order and his refusal to try iced matcha latte, no matter how much you insisted.

what did he want?

he wanted to keep texting you at odd hours. he wanted to sit beside you under that stupid tree on campus while you yapped about linguistics. he wanted to see you in every shade of sari you owned and watch you dance.

he wanted you.

but what he didn’t want—what scared him more than anything—was the idea of screwing it up. because if he lost you now, it wouldn’t just be a fling ending. it would be losing the only person who made his world feel less... hollow.

he exhaled sharply, his hand tightening around the edge of his chair. for now, all he could do was try to figure it out. slowly. carefully. but he knew one thing for certain: whatever this was, he wasn’t ready to let it go. not yet. not ever.

you stepped into the library, dressed in your typical laid-back style: an oversized black sweater that practically swallowed you, loose black pants that swayed softly with each step, a mask covering the lower half of your face, and those birkenstock sandals you seemed to live in. slung across your body was that faded, near-dead converse sling bag you stubbornly refused to replace, no matter how many times people teased you about it.

you were balancing a bottle in one hand—your "bottle of water," as you'd call it, though he already knew better. it was matcha latte. it was always matcha latte. the same one you'd been pestering him to try for days now, claiming it would "change his life."

he quickly looked back at his textbook, feigning disinterest as you made your way toward him, but his mind betrayed him. his heart picked up pace, and a faint blush crept onto his cheeks. he hated it.

not that he'd ever let it show.

you plopped yourself down in the chair across from him, setting your bag on the table with a soft thud. you pulled your mask down, revealing a small, knowing smirk.

"so. thirsty?"

he glanced at the bottle in your hand, his expression flat. "for water, yes" he deadpanned.

"he thinks he's funny. you’re gonna try it today, no excuses."

he stared at you, his brows furrowed. "i told you, i’m not drinking that—"

"oh, you’re drinking it," you interrupted, unscrewing the cap and sliding the bottle across the table toward him. "you’ve run out of ways to escape. no one says no to me in a library. i’m too intimidating."

he couldn’t help the small twitch of his lips, the barest hint of a smile threatening to break through. your confidence—so casual, so utterly you—was impossible to ignore.

"fine," he muttered, picking up the bottle. "but if this tastes like crap, you owe me."

"yeah yeah"

he took a tentative sip, his face unreadable as he let the taste settle. it wasn’t bad, actually. but he wasn’t about to admit that.

"it’s fine," he said with a shrug, setting the bottle down.

you dropped your head on the table, sighing at his perpetually bland response.

he rolled his eyes, but the corners of his lips betrayed him again, curving into something dangerously close to a smile.

and as you settled into your seat, pulling out a book from your bag and sipping your own matcha latte, sasuke found himself stealing another glance at you. the blush crept back onto his face, though he kept his head down, pretending to focus on his work.

you were ridiculous. utterly ridiculous.

but in that moment, with your oversized sweater, your stupid latte, and your quiet energy that somehow filled the entire room, he realised he didn’t mind it. not even a little.

you were back at sasuke's house one night—grand but restrained, much like its inhabitants. you had stepped through its doors many times before, but this time, the air felt different. warmer, somehow. like the house itself was relieved to see you back.

mikoto was the first to greet you, her warm smile lighting up her face as she pulled you into a soft embrace. "y/n, it’s so good to see you again," she said, her voice tinged with genuine fondness. "it’s been too long."

too long was right. you’d spent weeks avoiding his usual place after the new year’s eve incident, when sasuke had all but shoved you out of his life. and yet, here you were again.

itachi appeared next, leaning casually against the doorframe with a small smirk. "i was starting to think sasuke scared you off for good," he teased, his tone light but his eyes sharp, as if assessing the tension that might still linger.

fugaku’s presence loomed in the background, his expression as unreadable as ever. but as you approached, he gave a small nod of acknowledgment. "y/n," he said, his tone even. "welcome back."

the words were simple, but coming from fugaku, they carried a weight that made you feel oddly...accepted.

as soon as mikoto started with her "aww, young love" spiel, sasuke’s hand shot out to grab your wrist, his grip firm but not rough. "let’s go," he muttered, his face already heating up under his mother’s knowing gaze.

he basically manhandled you upstairs, and you bickered to slow down.

"you know what they say, sasuke, she won't bristle if you wrap your whistle," said itachi, all short of a big board that said 'have protected sex, kids'.

"don’t you have something better to do?" sasuke shot over his shoulder, his tone sharp but not biting.

mikoto, of course, only laughed, clearly enjoying her son’s flustered state, oblivious to the innuendo.

sasuke’s grip on your wrist tightened as he pulled you up the stairs, his entire face now a furious shade of crimson.

"i hate him," sasuke muttered under his breath as you reached his room.

you bit back a laugh, still processing itachi’s sly comments. "you know, he’s got a point," you teased, grinning as sasuke shot you a dark look.

"don’t start," he warned, opening the door and practically shoving you inside before slamming it shut, running his hand over his face.

sasuke glanced at you from between his fingers, his ears still pink. "if he says one more thing, i’m leaving him out of my will."

"oh, because you definitely strike me as the kind of guy to write a will," you said.

"i might," he said, deadpan, before finally letting himself relax.

the familiar comfort of sasuke’s room settled over the two of you like a well-worn blanket. it was the same as always—minimalistic, impeccably clean, and infused with the faint scent of cedarwood. the quiet hum of the air conditioner above filled the space, and you couldn’t help but smile at how little had changed since the last time you were here.

"so," you started, leaning back against the headboard, "is it still in the drawer?"

sasuke smirked faintly, getting up and pulling open the second drawer of his nightstand. sure enough, he retrieved a little tin box, flipping it open to reveal neatly rolled joints inside.

"you’re so predictable, uchiha," you teased, holding out your hand.

he rolled his eyes but joined you on the bed, lighter in hand. with practiced ease, he lit the joint, taking the first drag before passing it to you.

you took it between your fingers, inhaled deeply, and exhaled slowly, letting the familiar warmth wash over you. "god, i missed this," you said, leaning your head back against the wall.

"you missed getting high in my room?" sasuke asked dryly, though there was a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"no," you replied, glancing at him. "i missed you. well... sometimes. when you weren’t being an ass."

he scoffed, taking the joint back from you. "so, what, like five minutes a week?"

"exactly," you said with a grin.

the two of you passed the joint back and forth in comfortable silence for a while, the haze of smoke curling lazily around the room. outside, the faint chirping of crickets mixed with the occasional muffled sound from downstairs, but up here, it was just the two of you, the world shrinking to the small bubble you always seemed to create together.

he didn’t say anything for a moment, just took another drag and handed it back to you. when he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost hesitant. "i don’t really know what i’m doing, y/n. with you. with any of this."

"you don’t have to know everything right now," you added, your tone soft but firm. "nobody’s asking you to. not me, not anyone. this? whatever this is between us? it’s just life. messy and weird and imperfect. and that’s okay."

he stayed quiet for a moment, his fingers brushing against the fabric of the blanket beneath him. "i guess that’s... reassuring."

you chuckled, passing the joint back to him. "good. because honestly? none of us have a clue. we’re all just winging it."

he took the joint, his lips twitching upward in the faintest hint of a smile. "even you?"

"especially me," you said with a laugh. "but that’s the beauty of it, isn’t it? we get to figure it out together."

you took a short drag when he held the joint to your lips. he snorted a laugh. "pussy."

you rolled your eyes and took a proper drag, then exhaled the smoke in the shape of a ring and blew it on his face.

a startled chuckle escaped him as the ring of smoke enveloped his face, the sensation both ticklish and invigorating. his dark eyes sparkled with mischief as he reached out to gently swat the remaining wisps away.

"show-off," he teased, his voice laced with affectionate mockery. "think you're impressing me with your little tricks?"

sasuke reclined against the headboard, one arm draping casually across your shoulders as he put the dead joint in the ashtray.

"i'm getting free weed from you, rich boy. i'll impress you however i want"

"when you put it that way..."

you take a few more drags together with a second joint. "man… fucking you when we're high… hits different" you said, recalling your past indulgences.

"fucking reckless, isn't it? he murmured, his voice low and husky.

your turned to look at him as his arm hung over your shoulder. "wanna fuck?"

sasuke only smirked. who was he to refuse...

"as if I'd need to be asked," he purred, his voice dripping with seduction as he loomed over your. "but since you asked so nicely…"

sasuke's hands roamed over your body, mapping out the curves and contours he had come to know so intimately. he paused to untangle your hair from the pillow, letting the silken strands cascade through his fingers before trailing kisses along your jawline and down the column of your throat.

he crawled down and off the bed to take his clothes off. you undressed yourself as well. before you could do anything, he gabbed your ankles and yanked you forward, parting your legs. he knelt down on the carpeted floor, and began pressing kisses to your thigh.

"you look good down on your knees."

sasuke smirked and bit into your thigh in response. he was an expert when it came to touching you. his hands travelled up to your calves, letting his fingers glide over your milky skin.

he licked and kissed at your folds, having missed being buried between your legs. he as good as nosedove in with a breathy moan, which made you chuckle.

but good god, the way he ate you out was something absolutely surreal. open mouthed kisses, his tongue lapping at every inch of your pussy, the tip of his nose breathing against your clit, drenching itself in every drop of arousal sasuke brought out of you.

it didn’t take you long to tremble and quake, gushing down on his mouth. sasuke all but inhaled you.

he devoured your cunt like a man starved. like he was going to live longer by eating you out.

and when you looked down after your high, the nastiest smirk looked back at you, your cum dripping down his lips.

he crawled back up on you, messily kissing your lips. but you had other plans.

you flipped you both over, pushing him, so that you straddled his lap "mmm... you've been in charge too many times. my turn"

a low growl rumbled in sasuke's chest as you reversed your positions, pinning him beneath your lithe form. he revelled in the sudden loss of control, the feeling of being at your mercy. it was a novel experience, and one he found strangely exhilarating. "careful what you wish for, baby..." he warned, his hands gripping your hips as you began to grind against him. "i might just let you have your way… for now." sasuke's breathing grew ragged as your movements became more insistent, your core rubbing against his slowly hardening dick. jesus. sasuke wasn't able to get hard for the past few months. he'd tried to fuck before and just...couldn't. as if his body only wanted you.

so feeling himself grow hard was a pleasure tenfold.

he couldn't help but reach out, his calloused palms cupping the soft mounds of your breasts. he kneaded the supple flesh, thumbing over the pebbled nipples until they hardened further under his touch.

sasuke never cared for facial appearance or beauty whenever he just wanted a quick fuck. but now that he'd bagged you back in his life, he had to admit to himself. you were fucking sexy. facially, you were like an exotic goddess, your body was fucking gorgeous, thick, and slim in the right places. sasuke thought he'd gone to heaven.

sasuke's hands slid up your sides, palming the soft flesh of your back as he pulled you closer, seeking more contact, more friction. his hips bucked upward, grinding against you in a desperate attempt to ease the ache building within him.

you pressed butterfly kisses to his jaw, his neck, his collarbone, his chest. sasuke didn't remember the last time he'd been touched like this. the tender affection was foreign to him, yet he found himself craving more, his body arching into yours in silent supplication.

as you loomed over him, your hand on his chest for support, you brought the other to his lips. "open"

without hesitation, sasuke parted his lips, welcoming your fingers as you guided them into his mouth. he sucked gently, swirling his tongue around the digits as if savouring a forbidden fruit. "mmph…" a low hum of approval vibrated against your palm, his eyes locked onto your, smouldering with a hunger that transcended mere physical desire.

you recalled all that you'd been through and chuckled. "just sex... huh" you scoffed, leaning forward and biting his pierced earlobe. "i'll show you sex."

a shudder ran down sasuke's spine as your fingers delved deeper, stroking the sensitive inner walls of his mouth. the act was intimate, almost possessive, and it stirred something absolutely depraved within him. he could feel your power, your dominance, and it only served to inflame his desire. sasuke sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing as he worked your digits with his tongue. the wet sounds of it filled the room, a lewd symphony that echoed the fierce passion simmering between you. when you finally withdrew her hand, sasuke released your fingers with a pop, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

with the same wet hand, you held his hard cock, stroking it slowly.

"fuck..." he bit out, his head thrashing against the mattress as you stroked him with increasing confidence. he could feel every contour of her palm, every subtle shift of your fingers as you explored his length, and it sent jolts of electric pleasure coursing through his body.

the way you stroked his cock this time was much different than all the times you had before. the way you were twisting it, holding him gently, carefully, but so commandingly.

sasuke's entire world narrowed to the point where your fingers met his aching flesh. every twist, every stroke, every subtle pressure was magnified a thousandfold, sending shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through his very being. "oh god, yes… just like that," he panted, his voice strained with pleasure.

you halted you movements completely, leaving his wet dick cool down in the night breeze, denying him his orgasm.

a choked cry of frustration escaped sasuke's lips as you abruptly ceased her ministrations, leaving him teetering on the edge of release. his cock throbbed painfully, the tip glistening with precum, and his balls drew up tight, aching to empty themselves.

"no… fuck, don't tease me like this," he snarled, his hands fisting in the sheets as he fought to regain control over his surging emotions.

you leaned forward, looking at him expressionlessly, sensually licking his jaw. "you'll come… when you're a begging, pleading, sorry mess… uchiha sasuke."

"just do it already," he ground out, his patience wearing thin.

you slapped his cheek, just like he had slapped yours once, which surprisingly turned him on. "tsk tsk…" you grabbed his cock again, but didn't move. just held it. "you get away with a lot of attitude, sasuke…"

"a lot of attitude?" sasuke's voice dripped with sarcasm, even as his hips bucked involuntarily into your grasp. "maybe because I'm not some simpering little pet to be ordered around."

despite his bravado, however, sasuke couldn't ignore the relentless throb of his cock in your hand, the way his mind clouded with lust whenever you touched him. you had him exactly where she wanted him – vulnerable, needy, and desperate for relief.

"please, y/n," he heard himself beg, the word bitter on his tongue.

your leaned in to kiss him, and stroked his cock slowly, taking all his little grunts and pants as your tongue delved into his mouth.

"mmmppphhh, fuck..." he mumbled between kisses. "uhhnnn, baby"

you grabbed the spare joint he'd kept on the bed and lit it with the lighter. and as you held it in your mouth, you took a drag, and blew into his mouth and sealed it inside with a kiss. the combination was dizzying, a heady cocktail of pleasure and disorientation that left sasuke's senses reeling.

"fuuuuck..." he slurred, as the drug took hold. "so hot... y/n, you're so fucking hot..."

you pumped his cock the way he wanted, and just when he was on the brink of his climax, stopped teasingly.

sasuke's vision blurred, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his climax. the joint still lingered in his mouth, its effects amplifying every sensation, making him hyper-aware of every brush of your fingers, every whisper of her breath against his skin.

"i swear to you, y/n, if you don't give me what I need right now, i'll-"

you blew another puff of the weed smoke into his mouth, biting his lower lip.

"don't you want to come inside me again sasuke?" you whispered seductively in his ear.

"fill me up with your" you licked his lip hot and kissed him "uchiha" and looked him dead in the eye. "cum?" you said as your weight on him kept him pinned under you in the bed.

as you whispered those sinful words in his ear, he could almost imagine the sensation of spilling his seed deep inside you, claiming you once and for all. "yes…fuck yes," he groaned, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "i want to be inside you, y/n. wanna feel your tight cunt milking my cock as i fill you up."

"yeah?" you smirked, licking his lip again "wanna breed my pussy hm? knock me up? wanna give your clan more uchihas?"

he chuckled. "don't give them ideas."

as his cock throbbed, you took your hand off and teasingly began touching yourself as you sat on his lap, his dick right in front of you, twitching as your knuckles brushing against it when you ran two fingers up your slit, letting him watch you get off.

the sight of your arousal, the knowledge that you were pleasuring yourself while straddling his lap, was almost too much to bear. it drove him mad.

"look at you," he rasped, his voice heavy with lust. "getting off on my cock, even when it's not inside you."

you leaned forward, your nipples brushing against his chest. "tell me, should i put a finger in now? or do you want to see me rub my clit more?"

"do it," he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative. "put a finger inside yourself. i want to see how wet you are for me."

you teasingly dipped your middle finger inside yourself, moaning at your own touch near his ears.

that sent a jolt of electricity straight to sasuke's cock. he could practically smell your arousal, the musky scent filling his nostrils and clouding his already fogged mind. "fuck, that's it, baby," he panted, his hips thrusting upward in a desperate bid for friction. "rub that pretty little clit while you finger yourself. show me how much you crave it." sasuke's hands slid down to grip your ass, kneading the supple flesh as he ground his erection against your thigh. the pressure was exquisite, but it wasn't nearly enough to satisfy the raging hunger within him.

sasuke was surprisingly okay with watching you get off, sitting on his lap, even when his cock remained untouched. the sight was erotic. your entire figure, full, large breasts, bouncing a little as you ground into your own fingers, your mouth agape, letting sensual moans spill out.

it was a feast for the senses.

"fuck, look at you," he breathed, his voice thick with admiration and lust. "so beautiful when you're lost in pleasure. your body was made for sin, y/n." sasuke's hands roamed over your curves, tracing the dips and swells of your form as you rode your fingers. he couldn't resist leaning in to capture a nipple between his teeth, nibbling gently before soothing the sensitive peak with his tongue.

a fleeting thought of you pleasuring yourself to fantasies of him passed through his mind. it was a humbling realisation, knowing that despite your tumultuous past, you had harboured desires for him all along.

"have you?" he asked bluntly, his eyes never leaving yours as he continued to tease your nipple. "masturbated? to thoughts of me, i mean?

as you came apart on your own fingers, you pulled your finger out of yourself, chuckling, and shoved it in his mouth. "wouldn't you like to know."

he savoured the taste of you, a subtle blend of sweet and tangy that left him craving more.

"mmm…" was all he managed, his voice muffled by the intrusion. but as he pulled your fingers free, his gaze locked onto hers, burning with an intensity that spoke volumes. "don't play coy with me now, baby," he growled, his tone a low, menacing purr. "how many times have you fantasised about me while stroking your little pussy?"

"oh, i've made myself fall apart. in my college dorm, under my covers" you whispered into his ear as he feasted on your breasts. "i fucked myself to the thought of you. even with my roommate present… not that she ever knew."

sasuke felt like he'd landed a gold mine. just how much of a depraved bitch were you?

the image of you, alone in your dorm room, shamelessly pleasuring yourself to thoughts of him, was both shocking and arousing.

"you naughty little slut," he murmured against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "fucking yourself while your roommate slept just feet away. did you imagine it was me fucking you senseless, pounding into your tight cunt until you screamed my name? hm?"

"i've dreamt of your cock in me, your fingers, you face in my pussy… hell sometimes i've fantasised you fucking me with that gun you have on your mantle at uchiha manor." you murmured in his ear.

sasuke's eyes widened at your bold admission, a wicked grin spreading across his face. the idea of using his weapon as a makeshift dildo, plunging into your wet, tight heat, was almost too perverse to comprehend – and yet, it turned him on beyond measure.

"that's… fuck, that's incredible," he rasped, his voice dripping with lust. "imagine the sounds you'd make, baby, as i bury that cold metal deep inside you. the way your pussy would clench around it... ugh..."

"i've thought about us fucking in the classrooms, on the teacher's desk, in the stupid college gym, against the lockers, in the shower…"

he purred, nipping at her earlobe. "dreaming up all these dirty places for us to fuck. i love it." sasuke's hand slid between your thighs, his fingers finding your already soaked heat. he teased your entrance, and circled the swollen bud of your clit with deliberate slowness.

with a sinister smile you looked down at him. "wanna fuck on kakashi sensei's desk? paint his stupid smut book with our cum?"

a dark chuckle rumbled in sasuke's chest at your suggestion, your sadistic streak igniting a matching hunger within him. he had to bite his lip, smirking.

sasuke's fingers delved deeper, stroking your slick folds as he captured your mouth in a brutal kiss. sis tongue plundered her depths, mirroring the thrusts he imagined making into you eager body later.

you took his neglected dick in your hand, giving it a few strokes. you ran his head up and down your slit, coating it with the remnants of your arousal and climax.

sasuke's gaze locked onto yours, his eyes burning with a fierce hunger. he could feel the pressure building in his balls, his orgasm threatening to crest at any moment. "please, y/n... i need you," he rasped, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "just fuck me..."

a guttural moan tore from sasuke's throat as you enveloped him completely, sinking down till you sat on the base of his shaft, your tight, wet heat squeezing his cock like a vice. he felt like he was drowning in you.

"so tight… fuck... love your cunt."

he began to move, thrusting up into you with slow, deliberate strokes, savouring every inch of her welcoming body.

you slapped his cheek again, which he fucking loved. "did i say you could move?"

he smirked, relaxing back into the bed, still twitching inside you. "sorry, baby."

leaning forward so that your breasts squished against his chest, you moved languidly, his cock slowly pumping in and out of you. he could feel the gentle rhythm of your movements, the subtle undulations of your hips as you rode him with lazy, sensual grace.

just as he thought this was it, you bucked your hips at a slightly different angle, rotating them just enough, and clenched hard as you came up, and loosened as you went down again. it was so sensual, so fucking terrifyingly hot.

sasuke's eyes snapped open, his pupils dilating as your subtle nuance in motion sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him.

"f-fu-fuck... hnnn!!"

"you think you know sex?" you murmured in his ear, gently biting his earlobe. "baby… we wrote the fucking kama sutra."

the way your cunt gripped his dick, fucking slowly, yet so effectively, was new for sasuke, and he was. goddamn. addicted. sasuke could only swear and cuss, his mind blank.

"fuuuck, y/n…" he panted, his voice raw with lust. i've never… no one's ever… holy shit…" sasuke's fingers dug into your hips, holding you steady as he struggled to maintain some semblance of control. but it was a losing battle – the relentless, maddening pleasure was quickly driving him to the brink of insanity. "i'm going to… fuck, i can't…!" he warned, his warning cut short by a strangled groan as another wave of ecstasy crashed over him.

you slammed down hard on his dick, and sasuke immediately burst inside.

white-hot bliss erupted inside you, his seed spurting forth in powerful, pulsing jets. at the same instant, he felt your velvet walls clamping down around him, milking him dry as you found your own release. "ahhhhh, yes, yes, fuck!" he roared, his voice echoing off the walls as he thrashed beneath you, lost to the overwhelming intensity of your shared climax. "take it all, baby..."

sasuke was never a fan of slow sex. he preferred hard, rough fucking, but this? this was fucking heavenly. he felt like he'd just been fucked by some goddess of sex.

sasuke's hands caressed your back, tracing the curves of your spine before sliding down to cup your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. "that was… incredible. i don't think i've ever come that hard in my life."

you both shared another joint, his dick still lodged in you, cum dripping down, forming a ring around his base. god knows it was your third joint, but you needed that euphoria to last.

you took a drag as he held it to your lips. "sasuke…" you whined almost cutely.

"fuck me again."

sasuke chuckled at your cute whine.

"so needy..."

but as he critiqued, he pulled out, taking a long drag before tossing the joint on the wooden floor. he flipped you over, pulling your hips back, your ass colliding with his cum-slicked cock. wasting no time, he thrust into you, fucking you from behind.

several erratic thrusts later, he came inside you again.

"fuck..." he panted, slapping your ass.

"got one more round in you?"

sasuke lifted his head, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he heard your request. he pulled out of you, his cock leaving a trail of cum on your inner thigh. "one more, huh?" he chuckled, the idea of fucking you again only boosting his ego. "alright baby, let's do this." with a sudden surge of energy, sasuke flipped you onto your back like some pancake, pinning your wrists above your head. he loomed over you, his dark eyes blazing with primal lust as he positioned himself between your spread legs. only he grabbed your knees and bent them, pushing them down till they muffled your ears.

sasuke captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours. as you made out, he slowly lowered his body, and inch by delicious inch, his cock fully impaled inside you once more, in the nastiest mating press ever.

all you could do was moan and all he could do was pound into you relentlessly, his cock hitting your cervix with erratic thrusts.

"fuck... nasty slut."

seeing your mouth wide open as lewd moans spilled out of you, sasuke leaned forward, his hands on your knees, and spat into your mouth.

you were too fucked to protest, and swallowed like you would a drop of ice cream.

sasuke smirked. "you're fucking perfect. depraved bitch. my bitch." he fucked into you at an unforgiving pace. "my slut. my whore. my..." thrust "fucking..." thrust "girl."

with a feral grunt, he slammed into you, bottoming out, and erupting inside you for the third time.

he just leaned back, head tossed back, eyes closed, jaw agape.

after a moment he pulled out and looked down at you, especially at his cum dripping down your pussy.

"god..."

"y/n works too."

he snorted a laugh. "brat."

you both cleaned up after yourselves. you helped him change the sheets.

"that's some expensive linen."

sasuke shrugged, planning to toss it away anyway.

"i forget how rich you are sometimes," you sighed, shaking your head.

sasuke snuck into his kitchen to grab a few dry snacks, and cold brew.

pushing the door open, he scanned the shelves. bags of dry snacks lined up neatly—a few packs of trail mix, some seaweed crisps, and a half-opened bag of rice crackers he remembered itachi munching on earlier. he grabbed the rice crackers and a small pack of roasted almonds, tucking them under one arm before turning to the fridge.

the cold air prickled his skin as he opened the door, the soft hum of the fridge breaking the silence. he reached for the glass bottle of cold brew sitting in the door compartment, his fingers curling around its smooth neck. a small part of him considered pouring it into a glass like a civilised person, but the thought faded as quickly as it came. no one was awake to judge him, anyway.

he grabbed his loot and made his way back upstairs, quiet as a shadow, sipping the coffee as he entered his room again.

"here" he tossed some snacks your way as your sat on the bed. he handed you the second coffee bottle.

you were still sitting in your bra and your panties. sasuke, without a second thought, went to his walk-in closet and dug out one of his sweaters, and tossed it to you.

you put it on, grateful for the warmth.

"what, no pants?"

sasuke smirked as he flopped down on the bed, himself wearing a shirt and shorts.

"nah."

you crunched on the last rice cracker, licking the crumbs off your fingers as sasuke tilted the empty cold brew bottle back, realising there was nothing left. he set it on the nightstand with a soft clink and leaned back against the headboard, his gaze flickering toward you.

“hey,” he started, voice low and measured, like he was testing the waters.

you raised an eyebrow at him, mid-chew. “yeah?”

he hesitated for a moment, running his fingers through his hair in that nervous habit you’d come to recognise. “there’s the summer festival next weekend, in countryside” he said, his tone almost casual, but you could see the tension in his shoulders. “itachi and mom won’t shut up about it."

"oh yeah, i saw flyers for it all over the city."

"would... will...." he sighed. "come."

"isn't everyone coming?"

sasuke glared at you. "i meant... come with us. to the manor as well."

you looked at him, that incident resurfacing. sasuke saw it too. he cupped your jaw.

"don't. i'm not gonna do that again."

you smiled. "didn't say anything."

“you’ll come, then?” he asked after a moment, his voice quieter now, almost vulnerable.

your tone gentler, you answered. “i’ll come.”

the summer evening air was warm but not stifling, a gentle breeze weaving through the uchiha manor’s garden as you and sasuke lounged on the deck chairs, perched side by side. you'd explored the festival for days, your primary residence being the uchiha estate. the faint sounds of the festival outside—fireworks popping in the distance, cheerful chatter, and the occasional drumbeat—created a serene backdrop to the moment.

his arm was draped around your shoulder, the weight of it both grounding and affectionate, his thumb absentmindedly tracing small patterns against your sleeve. you leaned into him, comfortable, unbothered by the intimacy he no longer shied away from. sasuke wasn’t one for public displays of affection, but here, in the privacy of the manor, with his family milling about, he let his guard down.

"you click horrible pictures. just saying."

"shut up."

tilting your head to rest against his shoulder as you watched mikoto and fugaku stand in the garden. mikoto looked radiant in the black kurta you’d given her, its intricate gold embroidery catching the lantern light beautifully. it suited her perfectly, and she’d gushed over it the moment you handed it to her earlier that evening, saying she would treasure it forever.

“your mom looks amazing,” you murmured.

sasuke followed your gaze, his expression softening slightly as he watched his parents. mikoto had her arm linked through fugaku’s, smiling brightly as itachi adjusted the angle on his phone to get the perfect shot of them.

“she likes you, you know,” sasuke said, his tone casual but sincere.

“really?” you asked, feigning shock. “i couldn’t tell from the fifty dishes she insisted i try at dinner.”

he huffed a laugh, his lips twitching upward. “she’s not subtle.”

“neither are you,” you teased, nudging him lightly with your elbow.

he raised an eyebrow at you, but there was no real annoyance in his expression. instead, he tightened his arm around you slightly, pulling you closer.

“what about your dad?” you asked, glancing over at fugaku, who stood stiffly beside mikoto, though there was a faint smile on his face as she nudged him playfully.

sasuke shrugged. “he doesn’t hate you.”

“wow,” you said dryly, grinning. “high praise.”

“that’s basically approval,” he added, a hint of amusement in his voice.

and as you sat there, the summer evening wrapping around you like a blanket, you felt something shift—something quieter, stronger, more real. for all the turbulence that had brought you here, this moment felt like the start of something steady, something worth holding on to. and judging by the way sasuke’s fingers tightened around your, he felt it too.

“sometimes,” he began, his voice barely above a whisper, “i think about… what this is. what we are.”

your heart skipped a beat, but you kept your expression neutral, not wanting to spook him. “and?”

he swallowed, his gaze still fixed on the lanterns. “and i don’t know if i’m ready to put a name to it. but…” he hesitated, his fingers tightening around yours. “i don’t want to lose it. whatever this is."

you shrugged. "what's in a name..."

he snorted. "okay, shakespeare. i'm serious, though."

"that's your problem, innit. always serious."

sasuke slapped your thigh.

you shook your head. "you want a name? benefits corporation."

“or,” you continued, undeterred, “how about… ‘weed relationshop’? because, let’s face it, half our shit is fuelled by late-night joints.”

sasuke exhaled sharply, somewhere between a sigh and a laugh, and shook his head. “you’re ridiculous.”

he looked at you, taking in your soft glow in the evening light. how well you'd come to fit into his world, the one he'd locked away for years. and just how strong it was.

“maybe… one day,” he started, his voice softer now, contemplative, “i’ll figure out how to be… you know. an actual boyfriend.”

"cross that bridge when it comes," you responded, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

as the evening light began to soften, the cherry blossoms shimmered gently in the breeze, their pale pink petals dancing in the fading sunlight. you and sasuke sat together, your eyes following the way the light caught each delicate bloom, painting the air with a quiet, peaceful glow.

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Safe for Work Sasuke really exists, he literally made my phone die after seeing this picture

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A Bright New Year

Team Seven decides to bring in the new year together at Sasuke's home. As they wait for the count down, they found a more… Exciting way to bring in the new year.

A/N: Happy New year all! This is my squealing santa for @sleepysheepytea ! I am so sorry for getting this to you after the deadline, alot was going on, but I do hope you enjoy it! This was fun to write and makes me want to write more moments with the four! Thank you @squealing-santa for hosting again and being patient with me! Feel free to reblog/repost, just please be sure give credit!

Pairing: NarutoxSakuraxSaixSasuke (Platonic SWF)

Sasuke sighed as he set his ingredients on the table. Everything was prepped and ready to go later in the evening. Team seven volunteering his services and helping him in the kitchen. Despite the help, he didn't trust either of them to cook, so he sent them to collect food and ingredients to season, cut, and be on dish duty.. After they brought everything he showed them who would be on what task.

It was a heavy snow day in Konoha, though despite the snowfall, people were running around due to errands, last-minute trip to the stores, or other in order to prepare for New years. For a certain team, they decided to spend the new years together, excluding their Sensei who had plans, but volunteered Sasuke's place to hold New Years.

“Sakura that is the seventh spoon you bent.” Naruto said as he whisked eggs.

Sasuke sighed quietly and continued seasoning the beef.

“It's not the seventh its only the sixth.” She chimed. “Besides…How many dishes did you break…”

Naruto mumbled. “Not pass six…Gah! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!!!”

Sasuke rolled his eyes not stopping his task as he called over the noise. “I will kick both of you out… At least be like Sai and get things done at the same time without destroying my kitchen.” He pointed to Sai who was cutting up things peacefully and sitting on the kitchen stool looking picture perfect as he gave a small laugh at his other teammates being scolded.

Naruto and Sakura gave sounds of protest making Sasuke smile in amusement.

After they were done making dinner and setting the table. Team seven sat enjoying the meal and conversing with each other having a view of the sky as fireworks began to fizzle and go off as a pre-show to the count down that would begin soon, still having quite a bit of time before the count down would begin.

Once their appetites were taken care of the group moved to the porch sitting outside as ten minutes were left before the new year. Sasuke was dozing off slightly, having been awake since early morning. Plus, he liked the atmosphere among his teammates, giving him cozy feeling.

“Sasuke don't fall asleep!” Naruto called to him, both he and Sakura poking his sides.

“G-ahaha!” Sasuke gave a gasping yelp as he jumped his arms coming down to his sides. The reaction did not go unnoticed from his teammates. Who never heard such a sound, but they needed confirmation.

“Sai. Naruto. We all heard and saw that right .” Sakura asked in a tone that was light, as if discussing the weather.

Naruto and Sai nodded in unison, their eyes zeroing in on Sasuke, whose glare of warning did nothing to intimidate them as they moved closer to him.

“Guys don't you dare-”

Sakura gave a sweet smile with all the evil intent. “Heh, get'em boys.” And both Naruto and Sai went after the Uchiha who was out of his seat running away from them. Crashing and cursing was heard in the house from both sides, one spewing sputtering threats and the other more cheerful and teasing. With Sai’s comment here and there.

“N-Naruto! Sai get the h-h-hell away from me!” Sasuke shouted at them.

“Why are you blushing so much Sasuke?” Sai asked.

“Yeah, Sasuke, why are you blushing so much? We just want to check something?” Naruto chimed tauntingly. That foxy grin growing as he and Sai had him cornered in the living room. Hands raised and fingers wiggling making Sasuke more flustered.

“I'm not blushing!” He grounded out as he looked around for an opening. “Just knock it off, its not that big of a deal.”

“If not then why are you so flustered? They say tickling is a form of bonding.” Sai countered, noticing how the way Sasuke's eyes widened and he sputtered out something. It was enough of a distraction for Naruto to tackle him with a mock war cry. The two tumble to the floor, with Naruto pinning him and Sai moving to restrain his legs. The Uchiha cursing up a storm as he struggled to get free.

“I swear if you two don't geheheht- ahahaha stohohop!” He laughed out as Naruto attacked his sides, while Sai was squeezing his knees. He can't remember the last time he was tickled. A distant memory of him being like this with Itachi when he was younger. It brought back a warmth that he missed and never thought would return.

“Pft hahaha gehehet o-off!” He laughed out up trying to push Naruto off him and curl up at the same time. “Hahaha-help! Saha-Sakura! Help!” He cackled out, and relief filled him when she walked into the room. She was the one with more sense and maturity-

“I'm here! And I got Sai’s paint brushes!”

Sasuke groaned through his laughter, his hope gone. Next thing he knew Naruto stopped and grabbed his wrist pinning them above his head for Sakura to pin them with her legs. Passing a brush to Sai and Naruto.

“These are very special and expensive brushes so please be delicate with them.” Sai stated, mainly to Sakura, reminding her of how many utensils she broke.

“Guys…pft…” Sasuke panted out shaking his head only to let out a chuckle when Naruto ran the bristles of the brush around his navel making him suck in his stomach.

“They don't seem that fancy to me Sai.” Naruto tilted his head, swirling his brush and dipping it in Sasuke's navel, making him snicker and wiggle. The three happily ignoring his protests.

“That's because you don't know the first thing about art tools, Naruto.” Sai said in amusement, moving to straddle Sasuke's ankles. Dancing his brush across his feet as if he was painting.

“Nohohoho Saihihihi!” he pulled his legs and tried to hide one foot behind the other. He yelped when he felt the brush and nails on his feet, making him belt laughter. “Pleasehehehe! Gahaha! Nohohoho!” He wiggled more when he felt the bristles of the brush slip into his shirt under his armpit.

“Wow, we should have done this more often as kids.” Naruto said in awe as a the blush on Sasuke remained, his laugh hearty and smile wide and big. A very stark difference from the small smiles, quiet chuckles, and smirks he would usually give.

Sakura dug into his other armpit and pulled out a small device. “I agree! Maybe he wouldn't have been as cranky.”

Click. Click…Click.

That sounded awfully like a camera, but he was laughing too much to be able to tell. His eyes, closed with laughing tears in the corners of his eyes.

Sai continued to tickle his feet, dragging the brush under his toes and between them. Naruto began counting his ribs, using his nails and brush alternating between light tickles and hard. All the while Sakura was taking pictures and dragging her brush from his armpit to his neck and ears. Cooing as his laughter increased in pitch.

Sasuke was put through the playful torture as his friends teased him. Evening going so far as to alternate tickling him randomly making him buck and wiggle. Or covering his eyes so he couldn't see and be even more sensitive to the playful touch.By the time they stopped, the count down was over. Fireworks shooting into the sky signaling the new year.

Sasuke lay there panting and laughed as he was piled on by the three in hug. “Happy New Year Sasuke!” He stared up at his three teammates who were smiling down at him, his smile still there as he calmed. The attention was nice, but he would not tell them that. Yet, it was also good to be silly and immature despite being adults and everything they went through. Plus, this interaction was a wonderful way to bring in the New Year.

“Hn. Happy New Year…”

[animeomegas]

Sasuke 💕

How would he feel about creampies?

He likes them a lot, but he's sooooo embarrassed by that.

(Which is kind of a shame, because damn does he look stunning with a facial 🫣)

Anyway, he's one of those omegas that's kind of possessive over your cum. Like... it needs to be inside him because that's where it belongs?? Obviously??

He does not say this out loud though, because he's embarrassed.

(It's okay, Sasuke, liking creampies came free with being a mammal babe, chill 😭)

He gives them an 8/10

What does he like about them?

Definitely the heat. The rush of warmth inside him makes him feel absolutely giddy.

But other than that, I'm not sure he could articulate why, it just feels like the right way to end things.

You couldn't really say why you decided to tease Sasuke.

Maybe your combined scents hanging heavy in the air was bringing out impulses that you normally had enough self-control to resist. Maybe Sasuke was just too cute to not tease every now and then.

You playfully nipped at one of the ankles that was resting on your shoulder, delighting in Sasuke's half-aborted gasp.

Or maybe, and this was the accurate answer if you were being honest with yourself, you had a theory about your mate to test.

You bent over a little more, grateful that Sasuke's flexibility was more than enough to accommodate you. The new angle pushed you even deeper into your mate and you both let out pleased groans. You had to take a deep breath before you could continue your thrusts.

This position, called the snail amusingly enough, was a new feature in yours and Sasuke's intimate lives, but ever since that fateful day two weeks ago when you had first tried it, Sasuke had demanded it every time. Even if you started out in a different position, he would somehow manoeuvre you both into the snail before the night was over.

You had already figured out that he liked the increased depth this position allowed, but you had a sneaking suspicion that his new obsession wasn't only about where your thrusts could hit. Hence why you were going to do a little teasing to test your theory.

"I'm close darling," you panted, running a hand up and down his outer thigh a few times. "Seeing as we're both tired and clean up can be a bitch, do you want me to pull out?"

You got to watch the exact moment when what you said sank in. Sasuke's face twisted in offended displeasure and his upper lip curled like he was going to snarl.

"No," he said shortly. His voice was incredibly firm and steady for someone currently being fucked. You had to work to hide your smile.

"Are you sure? Because-"

This time he really did snarl. It ripped out of him before you had finished speaking and you could have sworn you saw a flash of red in his eyes. Before you had a chance to look closer though, he kicked both of his legs off of your shoulders and tightened them in a vice grip around your waist, pulling your pelvis firmly flush against his.

You flailed for a moment as your balance shifted. Your arms fell down on either side of his head and you found yourself in something closer to the missionary position. Sasuke was glaring at you.

You knew it! Part of why he liked that position so much was because of how deep the creampie would be when you were finished. You couldn't stop the dopey grin from appearing on your face as you thought about how cute he was.

You didn't call him out (because you knew full well he'd be so embarrassed that it would end your night right there), but you did apologise, promise to cum inside him, and then let him manoeuvre you back into the snail position.

Too. Damn. Cute.

[mirabritart]

Sun Bleached Flies - Ethel Cain

[hinatabestie]

hi there!! i'm that anon from like. a while ago? anyways. i wanted to ask..... what is safe for work sasuke? i have seen it mentioned but don't really get what it could be :3 have a nice day<3

im so honored i can be the one to share this moment in history with you

his spirit dwells here too