ᝰ.ᐟ when your boyfriend, sasuke, suggests a threesome with his roommate, megumi, you're more than a little interested. a party of three quickly turns into a party of four when zuko shows interest in you at a function. sasuke is a CUCK!!! sasuke and megumi are kind of homosexual. no smut yet. modern au.
a/n: this concept came to me in a vision.......#ihaveatype i know sasuke is ooc guys i just couldnt figure out how to make him be down for this unless he was a bisexual cuck IM SORRY!!!! i was gonna make this a one part thing but i lowk had so much fun writing the tension that it took up 5 pages so i decided id put the smut in the next part and introduce zuko next time too #imsorry
you and sasuke have always had a very secure relationship. entering your junior year of college, you feel more than a little lucky to still be with the same boy you fell for when you were 17. despite all the warnings, playful and serious, there’ve been nary any problems that college has thrown your way aside from a few disagreements here and there. andhistotallyhotroommate.
megumi had been random at first. just the guy sasuke got paired with freshman year. but somehow, over time, they clicked. and the more you got to know him, the more unsettling it became. because “similar” didn’t even begin to cover it. they liked the same things. spoke the same way. carried themselves with that same quiet energy. and worst of all—they looked alike. close enough that sometimes it made your stomach flip around megumi.
close enough that you noticed. close enough that you hated that you noticed. at first, you felt awful about it. guilty in a way that made you wanna vomit. but nothing ever happened, so…it didn’t matter. right? so what if there’s a vibe when you two are alone together? it’s not like you’d cheat on sasuke!
“i have to take this.” sasuke murmurs as his phone rings, getting off the bed. you sit up, nodding once, before letting your eyes fall to megumi. he’s looking at sasuke, who’s stepping out into the hall to pick up the phone, before looking back at the laptop that’s sat on a table between both of their beds. he knows you’re looking, but he’s choosing not to acknowledge it.
you and megumi have always been…close. at least, close enough—partly due to his friendship with sasuke, partly due to the fact that you’d spent so much time in their dorm during freshman year. it wasn’t weird back then. you’d made sure it wasn’t. but lately…it’s been different. a few months ago, something changed. now, he disappears whenever you show up—stepping out minutes after you arrive, or conveniently not being there at all. the first time you asked sasuke about it, he just shrugged. said he doesn’t think it’s intentional.
maybe it isn’t. maybe you’re imagining it. maybe he really is just busy, and he doesn’t mean to avoid you. which is why you begged sasuke over and over again to set up a movie night or something with the three of you—an excuse to see if megumi would dip once he realized he’d have to be in close proximity to you for a few hours. and considering the awkward, tense, silence in the room, you’re starting to worry that you might be right. “do you…like the movie?” you attempt, reaching over to pause it.
megumi glances at you briefly, then back at the screen. “it’s fine,” he says shortly, picking up his phone. the silence comes back heavier. you exhale through your nose, irritation bubbling up. right. okay. swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you stand and cross the small space between you, dropping onto his mattress without asking.
“you’re being annoying,” you huff. he goes still. it’s subtle, but you catch it—the slight hitch in his breathing, the tension in his shoulders. “I’m not doing anything,” he replies, voice tight. tilting your head, you reach out and snatch his phone from his hands before he can react, already sliding back off the bed. “exactly.” he stands immediately, about to grab it back when sasuke steps back into the dorm. he pauses, eyes flickering between you and megumi.
he doesn’t say anything at first, his gaze lingering on megumi’s phone, before slowly lifting it to your face. then back to megumi. you look back at sasuke, hoping he can’t sense the tension between the two of you. with a flat look, he asks, “what’s going on?”
you open your mouth, ready to play this off as something unserious—because it is! but the words die down in your throat once you see the way megumi is looking at you. his gaze is fixated on you, almost guilty. not indifferent or avoidant like usual. conflicted. “i was just…” you start, but megumi interrupts. “give me back my phone, [name].” he says quietly, voice monotone.
you don’t. not immediately. because the air in the room shifts, subtly. sasuke exhales, stepping further into the room and locking the door behind him. “you’ve both been weird,” he says, more factually than accusatory. “for a while.”
once again, a defense sits at the tip of your tongue, but you go quiet. you’re unsure what he means. does he sense the discomfort megumi has around you? or does he sense the attraction you have towards megumi? or maybe, it’s your guilty conscience playing tricks and sasuke’s talking about something else entirely.
exhaling quietly, you speak. “he’s been avoiding me,” you mumble, sounding like a kid telling on him. “every time i come over.” you add, eyes flicking back to megumi. sasuke’s gaze shifts back to him too, causing his jaw to tighten. “...i haven’t.”
“you have.” you push, setting his phone down. “you always leave. or you just aren’t here. and you can’t even sit in a room with me without acting like-” you cut yourself off with a groan. “acting like what?” megumi cuts in, voice sharper. you hesitate. because you do notttt have a safe answer.
sasuke watches the exchange carefully, head tilting slightly. his eyes narrow—not in anger, but in focus. like he’s piecing together a puzzle of some sort. “say it.” he says, quieter this time, to you. your heart stutters and you look between the two again, swallowing harshly. fuck, what do you even say? i think your roommate wants to fuck me, and i think i want that too? you could lose sasuke over this. you could lose megumi over this. they could lose each other over this! so much for your playful teasing.
giving one last look to megumi, you fully face sasuke. “...like he has a reason to avoid me or something.” you force out, feeling your face warm up. god, how self-obsessed! assuming megumi wants you just because he’s been distant? you regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth, but there’s no easy way out now.
megumi lets out a slow breath, dragging a hand through his hair, like he’s debating whether to say something or not. sasuke doesn’t look surprised. that’s what throws you. “...i was wondering how long it would take,” he murmurs. your head snaps toward him. “what?” but he’s not looking at you anymore. he’s looking at megumi. and there’s something almost…knowing in his expression. megumi lets out a quiet, humorless laugh, shaking his head. “don’t.”
“don’t what?” you cut in, confused by the exchange. megumi doesn’t answer, head hanging low, and sasuke smirks. “i think you’re right, [name].” he says, eyes not leaving his roommate. “but i think you’re leaving out the part where you feel the same.”
you freeze, heart dropping. “sasuke, i- what? you’re my boyfriend.” you stammer, stepping towards him. “i know,” he responds calmly, tilting his head. “so you shouldn’t lie.” you feel like you’re going to throw up. he’s definitely going to leave you now. god, you’re so stupid! “sasuke, i don’t-” you cut yourself off, voice shaky, eyes filling with tears. sensing your panic, he steps closer, taking your wrist. “i’m not upset.” he murmurs, thumb rubbing against your skin. you open your mouth to speak but are interrupted by megumi, who stands abruptly. “stop.” sasuke keeps his comforting grip on you, but his attention has shifted again.
megumi drags a hand over his face, frustration written plainly across his features. “you're acting like this is some kind of joke." he mutters. “it’s not.” sasuke replies. “then quit talking about it like you've got it all figured out.” megumi’s eyes finally meet yours.
for months, you'd been trying to figure out why he'd been avoiding you. why conversations had become shorter. why he always seemed to disappear whenever you showed up. now, for the first time, he looks completely honest. “i started avoiding you because i couldn't stop thinking about you.” he says plainly. both you and sasuke are caught off guard by his blunt confession, and megumi can’t meet your eyes anymore. you see the blush dusting his cheeks—the anxiety rolling off him in waves. you’re unsure of what to say. if you say you feel the same, you lose sasuke. if you don’t, you lose megumi. “sasuke-” you turn to look at him.
“i know.” he cuts you off. you blink. “you know?” you ask dumbly. megumi groans, sitting back down. “i told him months ago.” what? you look back at megumi, then sasuke again, gaping at him like a fish. sasuke shrugs lightly. “he thought the solution was to stay away from you.” he explains. “it was.” megumi retorts. “clearly not.”
all this time, while you'd been convinced you were imagining things, the two of them had apparently known exactly what was going on. “you both knew?” you ask. megumi nods reluctantly. sasuke does too. “and nobody thought to tell me?”
“you were happy,” megumi says quietly. “you and sasuke were good. i wasn't going to make things complicated.” you exhale shakily, unsure of what to say. all this time, he wasn’t avoiding you because he disliked you—it was restraint. the silence stretches on as you battle with this whole moment, and megumi laughs under his breath. “this is exactly why i didn’t want to do this.” he mutters. “pretending didn’t help.” sasuke shrugs. “i didn’t tell you because i didn’t see any reason to. but then you started asking about him all the time, and it clicked.” he continues, releasing your wrist. you feel guilt churning in your stomach, the anxiety returning. “i…okay.” you sigh, taking a step back.
both of them watch you as you sit back down onto sasuke’s bed, fidgeting with your fingers in your lap. “i…love you, sasuke.” you begin, looking at him. “but,” your eyes flicker to megumi. “i’m not going to lie and say that i don’t feel anything for megumi. i don’t know if it’s emotional—i don’t think it is.” you mumble, wincing at the last part. way to rip out both of their hearts. “but i am attracted to him. and i have missed him.” you admit.
the confession settles heavily over the room. for a second, nobody says anything. you can't bring yourself to look at megumi anymore. your eyes stay fixed on your hands, twisting together in your lap. the silence feels unbearable.
“okay.” your head snaps up. sasuke is leaning against his desk, arms folded loosely across his chest. he doesn't look angry. if anything, he looks thoughtful. “okay?” you repeat. “yeah.” you stare at him. “that’s all you have to say?” you ask incredulously. “what do you want me to say?” he shrugs. “i don’t know!” you let out a frustrated laugh. “something, sasuke—anything indicative about how this impacts our relationship.” you huff.
“i already knew.” he says simply. your face burns. “but what does that mean?” you ask. “it means if i was going to break up with you over this, i would’ve done it by now.” he says simply. his words make the panic in your chest lessen—just a little. beside him, megumi looks like he'd rather be anywhere else. his jaw is tight. his shoulders are tight. everything about him is tense. you glance over and he immediately looks away.
“say something,” you mumble. megumi lets out a breath. “what am i supposed to say?” he retorts. you shrug helplessly. “i figured if i couldn't handle being around you normally, i should probably stop putting myself in situations where i had to be.” you blink. “that was your solution?” you huff. “it sounded smarter in my head.” despite everything, a laugh escapes you. megumi immediately looks annoyed.
“what happens now?” you ask quietly. neither answers right away. sasuke's gaze flicks toward megumi. megumi notices. immediately. “no.” he says. “what?” sasuke asks. “no.” he repeats. “you don't even know what i was going to say.”
“i do, actually.” megumi retorts. you stand up, stepping towards them. “what?” you ask, stopping in front of sasuke. he shoots megumi a sideways glance before pulling you close, kissing you. you freeze, caught off guard. you can feel megumi’s gaze on the two of you—the way sasuke is holding you tighter than normal, almost possessive. you break away, a little dazed. “what was that for?” you ask weakly.
megumi looks away. the last twenty minutes have felt like somebody dumped your entire emotional life onto the floor and told you to sort it out. sasuke sighs quietly. “i’m not mad at you.” he assures. “i know.” you respond, confused by his random reassurance. “you clearly don't.” his gaze moves between the two of you before he shakes his head. “you both make this harder than it needs to be.”
“some of us experience human emotions, sasuke.” you huff. “then do something about it.” he murmurs before nudging you towards megumi. you both look at sasuke with wide eyes, while he looks frustratingly casual. “do what?” you ask warily. “kiss him.” he shrugs. “what? no!” you exclaim, blushing profusely. he smirks, tilting his head. “what—did you think we’d act like this conversation never happened?” he questions, tone almost mocking. “sasuke, stop.” megumi says sharply, also flustered.
sasuke locks eyes with you and a silent moment passes before you exhale, looking back at megumi. he looks a little alarmed, unsure of what you’re thinking. you step closer—testing your limits. he tenses up but he doesn’t stop you when you cup his face, breath fanning his lips. “are you sure?” you whisper, unsure if you’re talking to sasuke or megumi. neither of them reply, though. with a shaky breath, you finally let your lips ghost over megumi’s, and his composure snaps. his hands slide up your body to grip your waist, pressing his mouth against yours, kissing you hard. you gasp against his mouth, struggling to keep up with him. you haven’t kissed anyone aside from sasuke in god knows how long, and you can’t tell if this feels wrong or perfect.
you let out small whimpers against his mouth, one hand tugging at his hair. you’re acutely aware of sasuke’s gaze on the both of you—guilt and arousal churning in your stomach. you finally break away from megumi, both of you panting softly. you turn around, looking back at sasuke with a dazed expression on your face. he steps closer, cupping your cheek, thumb brushing against your bottom lip. his own lips are parted, breathing a little heavy. “sasuke…” you breathe. he kisses you, sliding his tongue into your mouth. before you can respond, he pulls away again, looking at megumi. a silent understanding passes between the three of you and you slowly take a step back.
you watch with baited breath as the two of them lean in, a slight hesitance present before their lips meet. and that’s when you know—things aren’t going to be the same after this.
a/n: i know this is kind of shit guys that's my bad......this has been sitting in my drafts since like march and i got so sick and tired of it
Zuko works hard sometimes forgetting to attend his bride what if one day Zuko accidentally walks in on his wife pleasuring herself
♯┆reader x husband!zuko .ᐟ 18+!
ᝰ.ᐟ being the fire lord isn't easy—everybody knows that. but being the wife of the fire lord? you'd argue it's harder. cw! use of pet names (my love, baby), f!masturbation, fingering, praise, fluff (?), missionary, no protection
a/n: hello guys i didn't expect my zuko fic to get 2700 likes LMAOO i really appreciate all the support!! i wrote ts in one sitting on the bus so i'm really cracking up at it being my most popular work as of right now. is this a sign to convert to a zuko writer full time? (i appreciate u guys so much)
the past few weeks have, unfortunately, followed the same routine. you're gently woken up way too early by zuko's soft voice, murmuring affection and apologies as he gets out of bed—promising his schedule will be clear soon—before leaving you to fall back into your slumber. this is followed by the next 14 hours, in which, you barely catch a glimpse of your husband while finding ways to entertain yourself while simultaneously juggling your own responsibilities. and finally, when it's time for bed, you get yourself ready to pounce on him—only to be fallen asleep on as soon as you get him into bed.
of course, you won't fault him for it. he's been very, very busy, and you're not a fiend—so what if you haven't had sex in...how long has it been now? whatever! irrelevant. zuko's more important and if he needs sleep, that's all he'll get. that short nightgown you wore to bed the other night? of course it wasn't to seduce him! it's just hot these days. the way you press yourself against him at night, leaving kisses along his neck? it's only because you miss him so much. the long, lazy, kisses you give him in the morning when he leaves? exaggerating as you moan into his mouth? pfft, please. god forbid you want him to sleep in for once—it's just concern.
yup. you're totally okay with his absence. you're independent—crafty, even. lounging lazily on your bed, you roll onto your stomach and groan. you're bored out of your mind, and the heat has been getting worse lately. even in your almost nude attire, you still feel sweat clinging to your skin, thighs sticking together. the external heat you feel, however, is nothing compared to what's been brewing on the inside—arousal so desperate that you feel it almost sharply.
with a frustrated exhale, you rise to your feet, padding over to the bedroom door. you take a quick peek into the hallway to ensure that it's empty before shutting the door, returning to your bed. flopping onto your back, you part your thighs, leaning your head back against the pillow. your thoughts drift to your husband whilst your hand snakes down beneath your clothes, grazing your stomach.
you wonder to yourself what he must be doing right now—how he must be feeling—as your fingers seek out your clit, a soft exhale leaving your lips. having completed your duties for the day, you owe yourself this moment of relaxation—a gentle reprieve from an all too overwhelming position of power.
unsurprisingly, your line of thought shifts to more...intimate memories. the feel of his breath against your neck—your head tilts to the side. his chest pressing heavy onto yours as he settles against you—your legs fall open just a little more. biting your lips, you focus on the memory of his fingers stretching you open as your own try to recreate it.
a small, breathy, sound escapes you when you curl your fingers up, pressing against your spongy wall. you start to move your fingers in a rhythm that feels familiar, but not the same. your thumb rubs messily at your clit, free hand sliding under your shirt to squeeze your breast. lost in your pleasure, you don't hear the footsteps in the hall until the heavy door opens. you freeze, eyes snapping to see who the intruder could be.
an immediate mixture of relief, anticipation, and embarrassment hits you at once when you see the real zuko, standing in all his glory. he pauses at the door, eyes focused on your hand between your legs, a slight pink dusting his cheeks. he quickly snaps out of it, clearing his throat and shutting the door—locking it this time. you keep your hand where it is, watching him through half lidded eyes as he slowly approaches you—gait almost predatory.
he exhales shakily as he sits down on the edge of the bed, gently pulling your hand away from your pussy. he brings it to his face, pressing soft kisses against your knuckles before taking your fingers into his mouth. your clit throbs painfully from arousal, your brows furrowing in desperation. "my love," he finally murmurs, nuzzling his face against your palm. "were you enjoying yourself?"
you can't help but chuckle slightly, cupping his cheek. "i was trying to...but i didn't expect you to be free this early." you respond breathlessly, thumb dragging across his lower lip. he looks down at you, a soft smile gracing his face. "no? have i been too busy as of late?" he whispers, leaning down. you hum out a "mhm" as he presses a kiss to your forehead. his smile grows as he starts kissing you all over your face, eliciting a giggle out of you.
"a little." you admit, trying not to let your disappointment show. you're not disappointed in him, but you know he'll take it as a personal failing. he already feels terrible about how him being the fire lord has impacted your lives, and you're sure that he'd take on a lot more stress to make more time for you if he felt as though he was being negligent.
however, despite your (alleged) nonchalant response, you see the guilt bleed into his expression in real time. panic flooding you, you grab his face and pull him into a rough kiss. he makes a sound of surprise against your mouth, hand shooting out to settle on the bed next to your head. he kisses back, and you slide your hands into his hair. "working too much to keep up with me, hm?" you mend, lifting your hips up to grind against him.
your words and actions make his mind fuzzy, his previous guilt fizzling out and being replaced by extreme lust—so extreme that he can't believe how hard it hit him all at once. he nips at your bottom lip, letting out a murmured curse as he breaks the kiss. "mm, i suppose you're right. leaving my poor wife in such a state..." he breathes, hand sneaking down to run his fingers through the slick collecting between your legs. you whimper desperately at his touch, hips bucking up.
"mhm..." a pleased hum leaving you. "shhh, it's okay..." he whispers, fingers slowly sinking into your heat. "m'sorry, baby. it's okay." he murmurs against your neck, fingers beginning to work you open. his lips against your throat, paired with the practiced rhythm scissoring you open, is so sensual—so perfect. "zuko..."
"yeah, that's it...just relax, my love. can feel how bad you needed this." he coos, also starting to work your clit—keeping it slow so as to not overwhelm you. you whimper, grip loosening in his hair, your entire body becoming boneless as he takes care of you. your thighs, however, stay tense—legs shutting around his hand. he shifts his body to nudge your thighs apart, settling between them.
he gently slots his mouth against yours, the soft kiss a contrast to how you'd roughly grabbed him a few moments ago. it's not long before you start to grow needy, body writhing beneath his, whining into his mouth. "zuko, i need you." you plead breathlessly, panting as he breaks away from you. "m'right here." he replies, kissing your cheek. "i want this to be good...don't wanna rush." he continues, starting to change the pace of his fingers.
your mouth falls open, a long drawn out moan leaving you. zuko kisses your cheek, grinding himself against your thigh while he focuses on your pleasure. experienced and observant, zuko is able to bring you to your peak in record time, mumbling words of affection as he works you through it. you look up at him, dazed from your orgasm, panting softly. he smiles, kissing the corner of your mouth.
"that's it...are you satisfied?" he murmurs teasingly, just wanting to hear you huff. you pout, draping your arms around his neck. "yes and no. i want you, zu...please." you breathe, pulling him into a kiss. he hums, melting into you while he undresses himself. as he settles back down over you, you feel his cock nestled between both of your bodies, pressing against your thigh. he's in no rush, though—continuing to make out with you slow and lazy.
every inch of your body is buzzing with need, you grab his cock almost roughly, drawing out a whine from him. "fuck, wait..." he pants, breaking the kiss to look between your bodies. "can't." you groan, stroking him quickly. he gently pulls your hand away, replacing it with his own. "haah...been too long...i'm sorry." he whispers, nuzzling your cheek as he starts to push in. "fuck, stop apologizing-" you whine, gripping his shoulders. "y'sound so hot..."
he flushes a little at that, huffing. "that's perverted." he breathes, bottoming out. you bite your lip, wrapping your legs around his waist. "uh huh," you reply distractedly, too focused on how deliciously your walls are stretching to fit his cock. he chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "next time you feel this way, tell me. i'd drop everything for you." he promises, pulling out to thrust back in. "mm, i...know." you whisper, clutching at him harder as he starts thrusting. "just don't wanna- fuck! don't...wanna overwhelm you..." you continue.
"you're the only thing in my life that doesn't overwhelm me." he responds, soft voice a contrast to the dirty sounds of his cock drilling into you. the way he's making love to you is so sweet, so intimate—you don't know where you end and he begins. you mouth at his neck when he drops his head to your shoulder, whimpers and gasps forcing themselves out of his mouth. "come on, that's it. you're getting so- ahh fuck...s-so tight..." he stammers.
"mhm- sososo close...don't stop, pleaseee." you plead, tensing around him on purpose. he moans loudly, hips stuttering momentarily before picking back up. "fuck, don't know how i went so long without this...gonna be on my mind for the rest of the day..."
the more he continues to talk against your skin, paired with his thrusts, the closer you're getting. you want to delay it—want to live in this moment for just a little longer, where it's just you and him—but your orgasm hits you so suddenly that you're gasping, back arching up. he moans again, his thrusts slowing but not stopping, a mess against you. as you come down, your body is still twitching a little, finally satiated after weeks of frustration.
he gives you a few more thrusts before stilling against you, spilling into your womb. he gently rolls off you, gathering you into his arms. you drape yourself over him, panting against his chest. "mm, god...i needed that." you whisper. "yeah, me too." he whispers back, gently running his fingers through his hair. "i...actually took a break today to ask if you wanted to go for a walk in the garden but, i think i'd rather lay here." he admits.
you hum happily, shutting your eyes. "you should take breaks everyday."
"That's it, sweetheart," Zuko hums, head lolling back against the pillows, eyes fluttering shut. Your lower lash line is gleaming with balled-up tears as you gaze up at Zuko hopelessly, who is pleasantly blissed out. A strong hand reaches out to intertwine with your hair, fingers massaging your scalp softly as he rolls his hips up slowly into your tight throat, a shaky sigh leaving his lips. "Taking me so well."
His praise wasn't helping the ache you feel, your clit throbbing painfully against your panties as you struggle to take as much of what you could of Zuko's length of what you can, his tip hitting deep down your throat. "You can take some more," Zuko mumbles, wiping a tear that slips down your pretty cheek, "You're doing so good."
Not helping, not helping at all, you whimpered and hummed in response, spreading vibrations through his cock. He moaned helplessly in response, causing you to want more of him. You were trying to take him as deep as you could without gagging on his cock, using your hand to jerk off the reminder that didn't fit into your mouth. "There we go, so good for me."
I know you have a list of Naruto characters you write for… but just asking if you’d do Shikaku Nara (it feels dirty but gosh I feel he’d be spectacular in bed). Just him being in a godfather/ yakuza/ mafia chieftain mode… 😳 No pressure 🫣
You mean Shikaku Nara, DILF of Konoha????
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The dim amber glow of the antique desk lamp barely cut through the thick shadows of Shikaku’s private office. The air was heavy with the scent of aged whiskey, expensive cigar smoke that still clung to the curtains, and the faint metallic tang of gun oil from the piece he’d set aside earlier. Outside the heavy oak door, you could faintly hear the low murmurs of his men—loyal shadows waiting for their chieftain’s next order. But in here, the world narrowed to just him.
Shikaku Nara lounged in the high-backed leather chair like a king who had already conquered everything worth taking. His long legs were spread, black dress pants stretched tight over powerful thighs. The sleeves of his black button-up were rolled to his elbows, exposing corded forearms marked with old scars and a single intricate tattoo that disappeared beneath the fabric. His dark hair, usually tied back neatly, had a few rebellious strands falling across his sharp face. Those half-lidded eyes—dark, calculating, and now burning with lazy hunger—never left you.
“Lock the door,” he’d said earlier, voice low and unhurried, the command carrying the weight of a man who ruled an empire with shadow games and decisive violence.
Now you stood between his spread thighs, heart hammering against your ribs. His large, calloused hands settled on your hips, fingers digging in possessively as he pulled you forward until you straddled one thick thigh. The heat of his body seeped through your clothes.
“You’ve been driving me insane all evening,” he murmured, that signature lazy drawl roughening at the edges. One hand slid up your spine, fingers threading through your hair before he tugged your head down to his. “The way you spoke to those bastards at the table… calm, sharp, untouchable. Makes me want to ruin that composure.”
His mouth claimed yours—slow at first, almost deceptively gentle. His tongue traced your lower lip before plunging deeper, stroking against yours with deliberate skill. He kissed like he planned: patient, thorough, and utterly in control. But the hand in your hair tightened, tilting your head exactly how he wanted, while his other palm slipped under your skirt, cupping your ass and pulling you harder against his thigh.
You gasped into his mouth as he rocked you slowly against the hard muscle there. The friction made your clit throb.
“Already soaked through your panties,” he observed against your lips, voice dropping into a gravelly timbre. “Filthy girl.”
Two thick fingers pushed your lace aside and dragged through your slick folds, spreading your wetness. He circled your entrance teasingly before sinking both fingers deep in one smooth thrust. You moaned, clenching around the intrusion. Shikaku curled them expertly, stroking that spongy spot inside you while his thumb found your swollen clit and rubbed firm, lazy circles.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly.
Your eyes met his. His expression was dark with satisfaction, lips slightly parted as he watched every flicker of pleasure cross your face. He pumped his fingers faster, scissoring them, stretching you open while the wet, obscene sounds filled the quiet office. Your hips started grinding shamelessly against his hand.
“Quiet,” he warned, nipping your bottom lip hard enough to sting. “Unless you want my men to hear their boss finger-fucking his pretty strategist over the desk.” His smirk was pure sin. “Though maybe that’s what you want. Let them know exactly who you belong to now.”
He added a third finger, stretching you wider, and you bit down on your lip to stifle a cry. The pressure built fast—his thumb never stopping its relentless rhythm on your clit. When your thighs began to shake, he leaned in, sucking a dark bruise into the side of your neck.
“Come on my fingers first,” he growled. “Then I’ll give you my cock.”
The orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. Your walls clenched hard around his fingers as pleasure ripped through you, hips jerking uncontrollably. Shikaku didn’t stop, drawing it out until you were whimpering, oversensitive and trembling.
Only then did he withdraw his hand, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth and licking them clean with a low, appreciative hum. “Sweet. Just as I imagined.”
He stood, towering over you, and spun you around. With one firm hand between your shoulder blades, he bent you over the heavy oak desk. Papers and pens scattered to the floor. He kicked your legs wider apart, then flipped your skirt up over your hips. You heard the metallic clink of his belt, the rasp of his zipper.
His thick cock slapped heavily against your ass as he freed it. You glanced back—long, girthy, the flushed head already leaking. The sight made your mouth water and your pussy clench.
Shikaku gripped your hip with one hand and guided his cock to your entrance with the other, rubbing the fat head up and down your dripping slit. “You’re going to take every inch,” he said, voice rough. “And you’re going to thank me for it.”
He pushed in slowly, relentlessly, stretching you open around his considerable girth. The burn was exquisite. A deep, guttural groan rumbled from his chest when he bottomed out, hips flush against your ass, balls pressed tight against you.
“Fuck… so tight and hot,” he breathed, staying still for a moment to let you adjust, one hand stroking soothingly down your spine. “Such a perfect little pussy for me.”
Then he started moving—long, powerful strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. The desk creaked under the force. Skin slapped against skin, wet and filthy. He kept one hand fisted in your hair, pulling your head back so he could lean over you, lips brushing your ear.
“You feel that?” he growled, grinding deep and rolling his hips. “This is what you do to me. Walking around my territory like you already know you’re mine.”
His pace quickened, becoming punishing. One hand slipped around to rub your clit again in tight, fast circles. The dual assault had you seeing stars, another orgasm building fast.
“Come again,” he ordered, teeth grazing your shoulder. “Milk my cock like a good girl.”
You shattered around him with a broken moan, walls fluttering and squeezing his thick length. Shikaku hissed, fucking you through it with deep, relentless thrusts until your legs gave out.
He pulled out, flipped you onto your back on the desk, and hooked your legs over his broad shoulders. The new angle let him sink even deeper. His dark eyes locked onto yours as he drove into you—hard, fast, the muscles in his arms and chest flexing with every thrust. Sweat glistened on his skin. His jaw was tight, that lazy control finally cracking into raw hunger.
“Look at me while I fill you up,” he commanded, voice strained.
You did. The eye contact was devastatingly intimate. With a low, broken groan, Shikaku buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick pulses of heat flooding deep inside you. He kept grinding through it, prolonging both your pleasure until he finally stilled, breathing ragged.
For a long moment, he stayed buried inside you, forehead pressed to yours. Then he kissed you—slow, deep, almost tender, though the possessive grip on your thigh said otherwise.
He pulled out carefully, watching his cum leak from your swollen pussy with dark satisfaction. His fingers traced lazy patterns through the mess, pushing some back inside you.
“Stay the night,” he murmured, voice rough and lazy once more as he helped you sit up. “I’m still not done with you. Not even close.”
Once again starting a new chain bc the old one was long af
Rules: Answer these questions and tag 20 some people you want to get to know
Tagged by @blueeyesblueties - thanks!
Name: [Redacted]
Nicknames: I use a different one on every platform, so I have many. Here just call me Alchem or Wolfie (nobody uses the second, which is understandable but boo)
Height: 5'9" (175cm)
Orientation: Queer
Ethnicity: White; a mix of a bunch of different European countries that I have a hard time keeping track of
Favorite Fruit: Ripe mangoes are nature's greatest gift to man
Favorite Season: Winter. Short daylight hours, cold weather, and sometimes rain is when I thrive.
Favorite Book Series: I usually just read stand-alone books as opposed to books series, tbh
Favorite Fictional Characters: I have. So many. Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Rowena MacLeod, Dean Winchester, Castiel, early seasons Sam Winchester, Hatsune Miku, Gumi, Tenna, Noelle Holiday, and honestly some of my OCs that I love way too much. That's not even really a complete list
A Fictional Character I’d Like As A Sibling: I've never thought about it, but I guess Sam Winchester? He'd definitely be a very solid, supportive brother to have
Favorite Flower: Sunflowers, all the way. They're so bright and happy ^_^ They're also my go-to to give to someone who needs a little bit of happiness in their day
Favorite Scent: I have a lot, especially bc I'm decently into perfumes and the like. I guess I'll go with my favorite perfume, which smells like a musty, old haunted house
Favorite Color: Rainbow!
Favorite Animals: Wolves, dogs (especially pitties), cats, snakes, I'm going to count spiders as an animal here, opossums, raccoons, rats, and a special shout-out to coyotes bc I have a close friend that's a coyote therian
Favorite Band/Artist: I'll be totally honest, I generally don't have much loyalty to any particular band or artist. I kind of just find songs I like and listen to them
Coffee, Tea, or Hot Cocoa: Hot cocoa
Average Sleep Hours: Either like two hours or ten, it all depends on how bad insomnia is kicking my ass that night
Number of Blankets You Sleep With: Two - a top sheet and a fluffy duvet cover. In the winter the duvet cover is over a 20lb weighted blanket
Dream Trip: Japan, specifically Harajuku! As someone really into alt, street, and jfashion, it would be so cool to spend some time there
Last Thing Googled: "Plural of 'series'"
Blog Created: This one was... early 2020 I think? My old, abandoned blog was created around 2013
How Many Blogs Followed: 361
Number of Followers: 1,538 (I don't know why that's so high either)
What Do You Usually Post About: My blog is like a scrapbook where I'm tearing pages out of magazines and pasting them on and scribbling my thoughts in the margin. There is no theme here
Do you get asks regularly: No :( I wish, I love asks
What’s your aesthetic: It varies too much to say
Tagging: @sam-wilsons-couch @foxisconfused @doctor-sexy223 @moonflowero1 @head-of-oncology @puppygirlsrituals and whoever else wants to do it!
Height: 4'10" (147cm) In other words, three apples tall
Orientation: Lesbian :)
Ethnicity: Brown, Asian
Favorite Fruit: hard to choose, mangoes, grapes, guavas, watermelons... lol
Favorite Season: Pretty much everything as long as I don't sweat my balls off
Favorite Book Series: answering this will get me doxxed lmfao. If we are talking fics, then I can go with AmItheAssholeNatural. Click on the link. Treat yourself to something good.
Favorite Fictional Characters: Vi from Arcane, and Dean Winchester and Castiel, of course.
A Fictional Character I’d Like As A Sibling: Jack Kline.
Favorite Flower: I can't choose. I love all the flowers. Should I post all the photos of flowers I've taken so far in here?
Favorite Scent: The scent Neutrogena Clear Face Oil-Free Sunscreen SPF 50 gives off. My girlfriend uses it, and I love the smell.
Favorite Color: Again, very hard to choose, I love all colors. I do lean more towards green, blue and pink clothing.
Favorite Animals: All of them, especially cats.
Favorite Band/Artist: Louis Tomlinson, Aurora, Chappell Roan, Gigi Perez. Been into BTS and Twenty One Pilots lately. Oh, and Linkin Park.
Coffee, Tea, or Hot Cocoa: Coffee
Average Sleep Hours: 4-10 hours
Number of Blankets You Sleep With: Not a single one currently, during winter, I need two.
Dream Trip: A trip around the globe, really. I want to go somewhere that's so full of green trees, blue water, and clear skies....
Last Thing Googled: about that sunscreen I mentioned lol.
Blog Created: July, 2022.
How Many Blogs Followed: 192
Number of Followers: 35
What Do You Usually Post About: Destiel all day, every day
Do you get asks regularly: No :( I want them though, as long as the asks are not hateful.
What’s your aesthetic: Dumpster raccoon
Tagging: @ashshadows001 @cas-gpt @shes-beauty-shes-ace @samwinjester @classic-cevans @peachyhalloween @spaghettinatural @tincar87 @werepire05 @iloveyoudeanwinchester. If anyone wants to be added or removed from the tags, let me know!
Nicknames: Zee is my only one right now, but I'd like to have more.
Height: 5' 1"
Orientation: Agender, panromantic.
Ethnicity: White
Favorite Fruit: cantaloupe, yummy.
Favorite Season: SUMMER.
Favorite Book Series: I have NO idea
Favorite Fictional Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, and most of the people in Spn, Mario, Luigi, Rick Grimes, Carl Grimes, Michonne, Nimona, Jack Reacher, Spongebob, Anya (Spy x Family), Buster Scruggs, The whole bad guys team, Harvey Specter, Mike Ross, Gojo, The Baudelaire siblings, All of the characters in TADC, Arisu from Alice in Borderland, Sweet Tooth, Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, The whole Cooper family from Young Sheldon, Jake Epping, Deku (MHA), Bakugo (MHA), Komi from (Komi cant communicate), Maggie (TWD), Hershel (TWD), Henry Danger. (that's it so far I can't think of any more.)
A Fictional Character I’d Like As A Sibling: Nimona
Favorite Flower: Red Rose
Favorite Scent: Home
Favorite Color: All of them
Favorite Animals: All of them but if I had to choose, Rabbits, and Cats.
Favorite Band/Artist: Tame Impala, Led Zeppelin, Pink Pantheress, The Marias, Gorillaz, Tyler The Creator, Radiohead.
Coffee, Tea, or Hot Cocoa: Coffee
Average Sleep Hours: It fluctuates often, right now it's around 4-8 hours depending on the night, but I do sleep throughout the day so I think if we're talking about just at night, i'd say 4 or 5 hours.
Number of Blankets You Sleep With: 2 at most.
Dream Trip: I don't really have one, but I'd say maybe New Zealand or Australia.
Last Thing Googled: was Buster Scruggs real?
Blog Created: Sometime in September last year.
How Many Blogs Followed: 922
Number of Followers: 290 (Wowie!)
What Do You Usually Post About: Supernatural
Do you get asks regularly: No (but I cherish the ones I get :3 )
What’s your aesthetic: Clothing wise? Casual/grungeish? In general I have no idea, or at least nothing specific.
Favorite Season: fall spring winter. Summer sucks.. I like being able to go out but the heat.. plus I’m allergic to mosquitoes. So. I die.
Favorite Book Series: I don’t really read books/series but u do like the PJO books. SOO Good
Favorite Fictional Characters: *deep sigh* Castiel, Dean, Sam, Soldier boy, ticci toby, Nina the killer, Eyeless Jack, Keith, Kokichi, Shuichi, Will Graham, Asa Mitaka, Denji, Luz Noceda, Amity Blight, stiles stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia, Cat Noir, Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweek, Ian gallagher, mickey milkovich, Dean Forster, SuperMan (2025), spencer reid, Natalie (yellow jackets), so much more..
A Fictional Character I’d Like As A Sibling: one?? Sam probably. Or Dean. Yah.
Favorite Flower: mhh to get? roses. To look at? Cherry blossoms!
Favorite Scent: fun fact. I lost my sense of smell during 2020 so I can’t smell a lot of perfumes. The mostly smell like chemicals, warm, fresh and clean. I do prefer “clean” smells which my friends say smell like flowers and citrious!
Favorite Color: I used to say all of them but I think blue?
Favorite Animals: CATSTT any feline + wolfs, hyenas
Favorite Band/Artist: gosh darn. A lot. Lana del rey, Chappell Roan, FOB, PTV, MCR, TV girl, Björk, tylor the creator, (Violent) Vira.. a lot.
Coffee, Tea, or Hot Cocoa: coffee :3
Average Sleep Hours: 3-5 it’s bad.
Number of Blankets You Sleep With: two. Main and my emotional support SPN blanket.
Dream Trip: Mexico, japan, and maybe New Orleans or Washington!
Last Thing Googled: (besides how to spell things in this list) Deans gun.
Blog Created: I am unsure how to check tha..
How Many Blogs Followed: 321!! (Mostly destiel)
Number of Followers: 597! (wOAH!? ThNK YOU!?)
What Do You Usually Post About: Supernatural/destiel.. my favorite boys…
Do you get asks regularly: SOMETIMES! Sometimes people just talk to me and I don’t really know how to respond? If i should??? I don’t know Tumblr eduque but I read all of them and love them I swear.
What's your aesthetic: ermm alt? I used to be more alt but I dress a lot more casually rn bc I have school. But my hair and makeup make up for it :3
(No pressure tags this is a lot of personal info so yah @lockedintheimpala @saltcirclesigil )
Orientation: Cishet 4now (I’m still figuring it out)
Ethnicity: Half European half Asian
Fav fruit: Cherries & Pineapples
Fav Season: Winter
Fav Book Series: Silence of the Lambs!!
Fav Fictional Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel, Soldier Boy, Will Graham, Campbell Bain, Crowley (good omens), Debra Morgan, Sherlock Holmes
Fictional Character I’d want as a sibling: Dean but as a big brother in law :3
Fav Flower: Blue Roses!
Fav Scent: The ocean/rain/sweets
Fav color(s): Baby pink, green, light teal
Fav Animals: Deer (I was named after them) and fish!
Fav Band/Artist: 3OH3!, Crystal Castles, Snow Strippers, Alex G, Blondie, Tally Hall, The Ronettes, Glenn Miller, Queen, Beach House, Russ Morgan, The Caretaker
Tea/Coffee/Cocoa: Iced coffee
Avg Sleep: 3-4 hrs. I’m a busy girl…
Number of Blankets: 7. I can’t sleep unless I’m crushed by the weight of the blankets
Dream Trip: idk!
Last thing googled: Tumblr.com
Blog Created: uhhh December 2025
Blogs Following: 53(?) I keep forgetting to follow ppl back I’m really sorry…
Number of Followers: 250
What do I post abt: fanfics and a lottt of spn
Do I get asks regularly: I WISHHHHH but I always make sure to be super extra nice to the kind people in my inbox bc it really does mean a lot to me when I read them!
What’s my Aesthetic: Scene! I can’t go all out clothes wise because of acting stuff but when I get the chance to, I do! I also align with alt politics which is the most important part. I also really like vintage Americana but It’s hard for me to find good outfits in that style :(
☁︎ Name: Nunya. Nunya Business (I'm sorry I love that joke lol)
☁︎ Nicknames: Lobster and as of yesterday, Regilob, which is starting to grow on me <3
☁︎ Height: 6'4 (I think I need to check that, it may be 6'3)
☁︎ Orientation: Cisgender Female - Bisexual with an affinity for fictional older men
☁︎ Ethnicity: White as fuuuuu- sorry lol, I'm white enough that when I go in the sun, I'm burnt in 10 minutes. Primarily Australian, quarter Dutch, a bit English and British bits and pieces (a touch of Welsh and Scottish I think and possibly Irish idk)
☁︎ Favourite Fruit: Strawberries!!
☁︎ Favourite Season: Winter, I love misery
☁︎ Favourite Book Series: I have zero attention span so I can't read a single book lol, my apologies
☁︎ Fictional Character I'd Want As A Sibling: I'm thinking Steve Rogers, I feel like he'd be such a great big brother
☁︎ Favourite Flower: THERES SO MANY!!! Ummm.....black calla lilies are beautifully dramatic 🖤
☁︎ Favourite Scent: Ooooh....green tea maybe?
☁︎ Favourite Colour: Purple
☁︎ Favourite Animals: DOGS!!! Cats too but my bitches are my sweethearts <333
☁︎ Favourite Band/Artist: Don't do this to me....rn I've been obsessed with TALK
☁︎ Average Sleep Time: Fuck off. Anywhere from 3-8 hours?? Idk, I get 6-7 on a regular night but I always wake up super tired
☁︎ Coffee, Tea or Cocoa: Hot chocolate....and Milo, depending on the weather
☁︎ Number of Blankets: 1 at all times but my sweet spot is about 3
☁︎ Dream Trip: WALES!!! All of the UK, some of Europe and the fatherland (Holland) also Norway and Germany & Belgium
☁︎ Last Thing Googled: when does connie break up with john sturgis
☁︎ Blog Created: Late December of 2024
☁︎ Blogs Following: 171
☁︎ Number of Followers: Ye shall find out soon enough if I get figure out an event for my next milestone!
☁︎ What Do I Post About: Looootttsss of fics and random (everyday) shitposting
☁︎ Do I Get Asks Regularly: Yes!! Especially from my lovely mutual Clem!
☁︎ What's My Aesthetic: NO IDEA - Dean Winchester. That's the most comfortable I feel idk - I also like pretty dresses sooooo yeah, Dean
orientation: omni and under the ace umbrella i think
ethnicity: white and arab
favorite fruit: watermelon!!! i love watermelon so so much
favorite season: gotta say fall, i’m a sucker for 50-60 degree weather
favorite book series: ummm i couldn’t tell you the last time i read a book series. my favorite fic series tho is “Time after Time”
favorite fictional characters: dean, sam, castiel, charlie, bobby, jody, donna, beau, mark, ben, butcher, terror (do we see a pattern here)
fictional character i’d like as a sibling: charlie, i love her so much and i just know she’d be the best older sister
favorite flower: bluebells, i have a lot of fond memories involving them :]
favorite scent: umm for perfumes, honey and coconut. it’s a toss up between those 2
favorite color: pink and blue
favorite animal: cats!! i have 2 cats i love them dearly :3
favorite band/artist: i have too many this isn’t fair, i’ll give you my top 5 instead (not in order). radio company, julia wolf, beabadoobee, pierce the veil, lil peep
coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: tea, specifically an iced chai latte? mmm yum!! i do love me some hot cocoa with marshmallows tho
average sleep hours: 4-14 and yes i’m being so deadass
number of blankets you sleep with: 1 at all times but up to 3 in the winter
dream trip: palestine, i hope to go one day when they’re free from the occupation
last thing googled: smoke png
blog created: umm late 2025 i think
how many blogs followed: 41
number of followers: 23, i had to block 2 people :(
what do you usually post about: anything and everything. mostly complaining or talking about how much i want that old man. i’ll post a drabble once every blue moon
do you get asks regularly: sometimes… not regularly enough for my liking!! blow up my inbox please!!! literally just yap about random things talk to me!!
what’s your aesthetic: blog aesthetic? comfy cozy animal themed. irl aesthetic? i have no idea…
no pressure tags: @princegabriel0096 @fiourandfiower @violained @mythandmemories @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger
Thank you for the tag Angel 😽 this was so fun. It’s long but I’m a yapper
this took so long because 1. I was lazy 2. Tumblr deleted my first version 😖
Name: nuh uh not yet pookie
Nickname(s): on tumblr, Dreamer and Bigger. Everywhere else online, Waffle
Height: 5’5 or 161.1 cm
Orientation: Bisexual and somewhere on the ace spectrum
Ethnicity: African American
Favorite fruit: I love most fruit. Tops are Nectarines, Strawberries, Pineapple, Watermelon and Grapes
Favorite season: Fall, here in the Pacific Northwest it gives Supernatural vibes
Favorite book series: The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater. Literally my Roman Empire. Go read it I’ll lover you forever
Favorite fictional characters: (this list could be its own post, coming soon maybe?) Sam Winchester, Starfire, Cloak and Dagger, Blue Sargent, symmetra, Gekko, colossus, Leon Kennedy, Inej Ghafa, etc
Fictional character I’d want as a sibling: for a brother Nick Nelson and for a sister Angelica Schuyler
Favorite flower: Hydrangeas, they remind me of my Papa 🥺
Favorite scent: for summer/spring my perfume is 7 summers by dime. Fall/winter I wear eilish 3. And if I don’t want to wear perfume I wear the ouai body spray in st barts or Snif in Berry Styles
Favorite color: purples, Sage and Forest green
Favorite animal: my dog (duh) and Pallas cats
Favorite band/artist: Billie eilish and The Neighbourhood
Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: Coffee, and it’s gotta be Iced no matter what
Average sleep hours: 5-12 hours depending on the day
Number of blankets you sleep with: normally one, up to 3 in the winter. I have 4 on my bed. A cooling blanket, a weighted blanket, a queen sized throw and a regular throw (I don’t have a comforter because my room gets too hot so I resort to blanket piles)
Dream trip: Tokyo, Greece, Paris. Really anywhere outside the USA. I wanna explore
Last thing googled: I use 3 search engines so.
1. Dandadan
2. klay thompson (fuck you Megan deserved way better u ugly ass mf)
3. The War for Kaleb, a comic about anxiety my mom’s ex-coworker made! If you want a deeper explanation about it I’ll totally make a post about it. I linked a article about it please check it out
Blog created: made it in 2024 I think or early 2025. Only recently started using it like 3/4 months ago?
How many blogs followed: an embarrassing amount. I need to do a clean out
Number of followers: 84!
What do you regularly post about: fandoms, things I enjoy, talking to my mooties, and reblogging fanfic
Do you get asks regularly: somewhat but mostly when I ask for some. I’d like more just because I’m a yapper
What’s your aesthetic: irl it’s comfort. Leggings, graphic tees, and hoodies, definitely type b kinda vibes going on here. On tumblr I just matched my profile picture and went with the flow
No pressure tags! @sozzoe @cherryvvave @pixelbfs @iridescentlightshow @irisgrrl @saturnst4rs @teklarn @gr0und-zer00 + anyone else who would like to join 😽
this looks like so much fun, but it's sooo long damn
name: private data🤫
nickname: connected to my real name
height: 163 cm and it's around 5'4 - 5'3
orientation: most likely asexual and biromantic
ethnicity: crimean tatar (turkic)
favourite fruit: fig and pear
favourite book series: if you asked me at 13-15 i would say harry potter, but now it's none lol (i really wanna read hunger games, the folk of the air and shadow and bone tho)
favourite fictional characters: suguru geto, natasha romanoff, selina kyle, harvey dent. the list goes on
fictional character i'd want as a sibling: have no idea, peter parker maybe
favourite flower: orchid
favourite scent: currently "good girl" by carolina herrera
favourite colour: turquoise, violet and dark red
favourite animal: probably siamese cat
favourite band/artist: lana del rey and deftones
coffee, tea or hot cocoa: black tea with milk
average sleep hours: 4-10 hours maybe
number of blankets you sleep with: one thin for warm weather and thick for cold. if i'm freezing, i will also add a blanket i cover my bedsheets with
dream trip: italy, morocco, tibet, japan and new zealand
last thing googled: gachiakuta
blog created: in 2024, but started using it as a writer in 2025
how many blogs followed: 153
number of followers: 213
what do you regularly post about: my writing, reblogs of fics and shitposting
do you get asks regularly: no, i unfortunately don't, mostly if it's an asking game
what's your aesthetic: right now dark circles around eyes, low rise jeans, doc martens/sneakers, mess in the room. also type b lol
no pressure tags: @cup1dssorrow @champagnesbiggestproblem @starr-jazz @t1mbits @cherryvvave @bloomcissa @sakunai + anyone who wanna join in!
last thing googled : criterion collection - films - sort by spine
blog created : 2022 , turned writing blog in 2023
how many blogs followed : 31
number of followers : 1.7k
what do you regularly post about : jjk & dc fics (mostly dc now) + personal yaps + character analyses & other misc fandom stuff
do you get asks regularly : no, usually from mooties maybe
what’s your aesthetic : crybaby cinnamoroll + baby blue + big curly hair + stacks of old journals + wool socks + old hollywood + warsan shire poetry + a dog showing its teeth (kindly)
no pressure tags : @kittentoki @4theloveoflotus @cindol @moviecritc @dorims
name: lotus! it's not my government name though 😹✌🏾
nickname: i don't really have one tbh!
height: 5'4!
orientation: bisexual with a STRONG preference for women!
ethnicity: african (🇨🇩) by force and caribbean (🇯🇲🇹🇹🇭🇹) in spirit
favourite fruit: pineapples and pomegranates!
favourite book series: tbh, i don't really read books that come in series. but i do enjoy toni morrison's books (the bluest eye, beloved, tar baby) and i love bell hooks.
favourite fictional characters: my baby rock lee, of course. sakura haruno, gaara, itachi, azula, maki (jjk), michiko malandro, semiu grier...
fictional character i'd want as a sibling: man idk probably raven baxter
favourite flower: hibiscus
favourite scent: 'i want choo' by jimmy choo and vanilla 28 by kay ali!
favourite colour: sage/olive green, and pink in every shade.
favourite animal: cat
favourite band/artist: sade, solange, gil-scott heron, roberta flack, minnie riperton, erykah badu, d'angelo, beyoncé, miles davis, chaka khan, janet jackson, aaliyah, vybz kartel, fela kuti, aphex twin, björk... i have SOOOO many more
coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: i'm not too fond of coffee. but i love every kind of tea. whether it's loose-leaf or in a teabag, herbal or milk, i love tea! my fav is sorrel. i'll indulge in a hot cocoa every now and then.
average sleep hours: like 6-7 hours. I wish I could get 10 per night
number of blankets you sleep with: one. two, sometimes three if it's cold.
dream trip: new orleans probably, morocco too tbh
last thing googled: archive of our own
blog created: march 2026
how many blogs followed: 88
number of followers: 83 as of april 2026 🥹
what do you regularly post about: naruto fanfics and headcanons. sometimes random thoughts I have.
do you get asks regularly: sometimes, yes. sometimes from my mutuals, and some other times from anonymous pages.
what's your aesthetic: blog-wise, it's quite pink and pretty. i don't know if there's a name for that, though. just pink. 😭 irl, i love wearing heels, i love wearing pretty jewellery, i love having my nails done, bla bla bla. i dont think i have an aesthetic, other than just being put together.
no pressure tags: @itachispetrock @osamuslvt @jaytherad @dionneswrld @liv-2vicous @sophieswish
hello i forgot to do this (ㅠ﹏ㅠ) thank you @osamuslvt for the tag!!
name: shhhh
nickname: bambi
height: 5'6
orientation: bisexual
ethnicity: punjabi
favourite fruit: mangoes
favourite book series: the hunger games ^^
favourite fictional characters: sasuke uchiha, anakin skywalker, daenerys targaryen, a few others idk
fictional character i'd want as a sibling: naruto for sure
favourite flower: roses and lotus flowers
favourite scent: mmmmmm basic but vanilla
favourite colour: purple, red, blue, pink
favourite animal: wolves
favourite band/artist: the neighbourhood (saw them live hehe), muse, sleeping with sirens, radiohead, ldr, aic, fleshwater
coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: depends on the day
average sleep hours: like 5 hours but only as of late cuz i'm sharing a room rn (ㅠ﹏ㅠ)
number of blankets you sleep with: 1
dream trip: the whole world honestly i just wanna travel my whole life
last thing googled: delaware map
blog created: january 2026 i think
how many blogs followed: 43
number of followers: 203
what do you regularly post about: sasuke uchiha
do you get asks regularly: ya i have some requests built up but i want more people to talk to me sigh
what's your aesthetic: blog-wise, idk just based off my pfp. irl it's kinda boring cuz a lot of my clothes r diy or thrifted cuz im broke.....jeans, solid colours, and one pair of converse that ive been wearing since i was 15
ahhh rhank you ^^ when j was lije 12-13 i was SUCH a diehard sasusaku shipper it was my whole personality 😭😭 nowadays i still ship thwm and find them super cute and theyre def a comfort ship for me but im definitely not as dedicated as i used to be
ᝰ.ᐟ cockwarming sasuke during a movie night. post war. established relationship. tvs are canon in the narutoverse right? doggystyle. unprotected p in v but he pulls out. sasuke has two arms. not proofread.
a/n: you read my mind!! aside from this, i just wanted to thank you guys for your support! i was going through my other fics last night and i realized that they've all gotten hundreds of likes and i was literally so blown away because i didn't notice, nor did i expect that! especially with the zuko fic blowing up huhu ^^ i'm sososo grateful for all of you and i hope that i fulfil all of your guys' sasuke needs (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
ever since the war, it's been an effort for sasuke to return to a normal life. when was the last time his life was normal? as a child? safe to say, there's a lot of experiences he missed out on during his developmental years that have left him...stunted, in a way. however, your presence—your light—has helped him feel that simplicity of life that he's been trying to grasp onto.
"okayyy...perfect." you murmur, setting the takeout box onto his coffee table, settling back against sasuke on the sofa. he's been training rigorously forever, and you've been trying to set up a date night for quite some time now. tv and fast food seemed simplistic enough, so he'd agreed to it easily enough.
he wraps an arm around you, sighing. "you bought enough for five people." he comments. you gasp dramatically, grinning. "that's actually really offensive." you retort. "it's observant." he decides. "you trained for twelve hours today," you argue, nudging his knee with yours. "you eat like a starved wolf afterward."
"hn." that stupid little noise almost makes you smile more than his actual words do nowadays. sasuke's chin rests lightly against the top of your head. "what movie are you going to make me watch?" he asks quietly, looking down at you. you hum in thought, leaning forward to put the food in your lap before kicking your legs up onto the table. "dunno. what are you into?" you ask, opening the box.
he snorts, picking up one of the forks. "not sure. didn't really have much time to explore cinema." he comments dryly. you hum thoughtfully and continue scrolling. "okay. then we'll start with something easy. no psychological breakdowns, no tragic endings, no weird experimental cinematography-"
"so you do know those movies are terrible." he interrupts. you narrow your eyes. "careful. your media literacy is underdeveloped." he finally looks at you properly then, dark eyes calmer than they used to be these days. softer, too, though he'd probably deny it if anyone said it aloud.
"oh?" he murmurs. before you can react, he leans forward and steals the bite off your fork instead. "bestow your wisdom on me, then." he murmurs. your mouth falls open. "sasuke." he chews slowly, entirely unbothered. "that was mine." you scoff and shove at his shoulder while he catches your wrist easily, the faintest smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.
for the next forty five minutes, the apartment settles into an easy rhythm—your occasional commentary, sasuke's sparse responses, the takeout boxes now on the floor. every so often, he asks a question about something happening onscreen with surprising seriousness, like he's trying to understand why people enjoy this sort of thing. you think itys cute but you wisely keep that thought to yourself.
at some point, you glance up at him and your chest aches with affection. leaning in, you press a kiss to his jaw. "you having fun?" you murmur. sasuke's attention shifts from the screen to you slowly, like he has to reorient himself. for a second, he just looks at you. then his hand comes up to cup the side of your neck, thumb brushing absentmindedly beneath your ear.
"...yeah," he says quietly. and because this is sasuke—because every honest thing from him still sounds like it's being dragged carefully into the light after years buried underground—he adds, almost reluctantly, "i like this."
you smile immediately. "the movie?" his gaze flickers down to your mouth before returning to your eyes. "no," he says. "this." your smile grows at his words and you lean in to kiss him gently. he returns the kiss, cupping your jaw, breathing soft. you feel the quiet exhale he lets out against your mouth when you shift closer without thinking.
and then his hand tightens slightly at your jaw. you pull back just enough to look at him suspiciously. his eyes are half lidded already. "focus." you scold, pushing his face back toward the television. sasuke barely moves from the force of it. however, after a moment, he refocuses on the movie. you lean back into his side, bending your legs under you to be more comfortable.
you try to focus back on the film, but after a minute, you feel his gaze again. slowly, you turn your head. "what?" you mutter. "...nothing." he answers. "…what even is happening?" he asks after a long pause. you blink. "are you serious?"
"i stopped paying attention twenty minutes ago." he admits. "you are unbelievable." you grumble. "why aren't you paying attention?" you question, pausing the movie. "you're distracted." he shrugs. "me?" you stare at him flatly. "i've spoken maybe 6 words in the past 20 minutes."
a small smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth again, gone almost as quickly as it appears. "you keep looking at me," he says. "huh?" you blink. "you keep checking if i'm enjoying myself." his gaze flickers over your face quietly, almost thoughtful. "you do it without realizing it."
you roll your eyes, unpausing the movie. "you're distracted too, then. you're not supposed to notice." you hum. he just shakes his head, kissing you again. you can't help but melt into it, the movie forgotten. your fingers slide into his hair, pulling his head closer. his hands grip your waist, tugging you onto his lap. you straddle him, sliding your tongue into his mouth.
it's not long before you feel something hard underneath you, and you break the kiss. "sasuke. we need to get through this movie." you warn. he sighs, kissing your neck. "fine. i'll focus." he mumbles. "good." you sigh, about to get off him when an idea strikes you. a grin slowly makes its way onto your face and you tilt your head. "sasuke."
he raises an eyebrow, hands settling on your hips again. "i have an idea." you declare. "and what's that?" he asks warily. "do you know what cockwarming is?" you tease. his eyebrows raise momentarily before he schools his expression. "why?"
"guess." you roll your eyes. "do you really think that it would help me focus more?" he asks dryly, his expression becoming bemused. "lets tryyyy." you encourage. now that the idea is in your mind, you're shocked you didn't think of it before. he studies you for a few long seconds before groaning. "fine."
your grin grows as you quickly lift your hips to tug his pants down, chuckling at the sight of his already half hard dick. "acting like you don't want it." you comment teasingly, earning a scoff. "you're the one who keeps pulling away." he mutters. you pull your shorts off, tossing them onto the floor, before hooking your panties to the side. "okay. no moving. we need to finish this movie." you say firmly. he eyes you with a mix of wariness, irritation, and desire, his cock hardening all the way.
"hn." he huffs. you move to straddle him again, your back to his chest this time. reaching between you, you guide his cock to your entrance, spitting on it. you stroke him a few times, getting a mixture of spit, pre, and your slick spread across him evenly, before putting the tip in. you bite your lip to muffle any sound, slowly beginning to take him inch by inch as you sink down with a nice streeeeetch.
he huffs out a breath, head falling back, hands steadying you at your hips. once you bottom out, you consider going back on your word for a moment—the feeling of him filling you up so nicely, his hands on your body, cock twitching...the movie could wait, yeah? but no—you're determined to make him snap first. you can't become cockdrunk after talking all that shit about his focus.
so with great difficulty, you force yourself to relax, leaning back against his chest. one of his arms comes up to wrap around your waist, steadying you, while his chin rests on your shoulders. "ready?" you ask as calmly as possible, voice breathy. "yeah.." he whispers, kissing your neck. you click your tongue, grumbling at him to stop as you grab the remote, whining a little when the movement makes his tip press against your sweet spot firmly.
"who's being a pervert now?" he murmurs. you scoff, unpausing the movie. "neither of us, considering i never called you a pervert." you retort. he doesn't bother responding, leaning back against the couch. you lean back too, hips tilting a little, and you hear the slight hiss he makes. the sound makes you clench—involuntarily, but the groan he lets out makes you wanna do it again.
smirking to yourself, you settle down for now, pretending to focus on the tv. he seemingly chills as well. the next 20 minutes are tense, both of you waiting for the other to slip up. however, being to stubborn, you and sasuke push through the urges you're feeling. until he shifts his hips up a little to spread his legs.
you gasp at the sudden probing of his cock against your cervix, caught off guard. he also takes a sharp intake of breath, seemingly having done it accidentally. but it doesn't matter—he moved first. "sasuke–fuckkkkkk..." you moan out, lifting your hips and sinking back onto him. he groans, tightening his grip on you. "what about the–haah, fuck..the movie?" he pants.
"i don't care." you murmur, dropping yourself down again. you set a quick pace, desperate and needy for his cock, but it wears you out quicker. it's not long before your legs start to shake and your movements become sloppy, making you whine his name. understanding your queue, he lets you pull off him, pushing you so that you're bent over the couch instead. you gasp as your fingers scramble to grab onto something, aroused by the sudden change in him.
he grabs your hip with one hand, the other guiding him back to you before he slams into you. he starts pounding into you—hard and fast. your moans are muffled by the couch as you bury your face into it, crying out his name. to say you're surprised by his rough handling is an understatement—sex between the two of you, so far, had only been slow and gentle.
"sasuke, i– ohhh, fuck!" you cry out, digging your nails into the skin of your palm as he leans over you, hand sneaking between your bodies to rub roughly at your clit. "y'feel so good...oh my god!" you pant, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. "yeah?" he breathes against your ear before leaning back again, hips smacking against your ass with every thrust. you can't even come up with any words right now, mind clouded with nothing but the feeling of his fat cock stretching you wide open.
feeling your orgasm approaching, you prop yourself up onto your forearm—other hand going to your clit now that both of sasuke's hands are on your hips again. "mmph– getting tighter. are you– haah...close?" he asks, voice low and raspy. "mmmhm! so close! pleasepleaseplease sasuke, i'm so closeee!" you whine, eyes filled with tears at this point. his brows furrow, a mixture of determination, confusion, and concern on his face. you've never reacted like this before, and he's not sure how to take it. he continues to thrust into you hard, low sounds beginning to escape him.
"fuck, ohmygod! m'coming–" you gasp into the fabric, squeezing your eyes shut as your orgasm hits you hard. sasuke's thrusts speed, grunts and whines of your name leaving his mouth before he's pulling out, quickly stroking himself to completion. as you go limp, you can feel the wetness of his cum on your lower back, and you huff. "you're cleaning that up." you pant. a few moments later, you feel him gently wiping you off before he grabs you, helping you stand. "are you okay?" he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. you nod, leaning back against the sofa. "that was...new." you smirk. he flushes a little, kissing his teeth in annoyance. "shut up. you started it."
hihihi!! i hope you’re doing great i luv ur works <3 !! I wanted to request a female ! sasuke x reader inspired by this art !!
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like when the reader sees Sasuke after a couple yrs as a rogue ninja yk feelings that were never addressed rise back up (toxic situationship 😪😪) and maybe a lil timeskip where the reader goes on a mission and runs into fem Sasuke, it could be suggestive or nsfw 👀👀 or wtv ur more comfy with 😋😋! idk I’m so Sasuke pilled and seeing that art got me to thinking abt toxic yuri with Sasuke 🥹! Again, I love your works the sasuke fic drought is insane 💔💔
♯┆fem!sasuke x fem!reader .ᐟ 18+!
ᝰ.ᐟ when fem!sasuke left the village, she left you. it's not like the two of you were anything...but you also weren't nothing. so seeing her again, after all of these years, brings up quite a mix of feelings. not plot accurate, fem!sasuke left at around 15-16 and you guys are 18 now. cw! angst, little comfort. sad(?) ending. smut w plot. switch!sasuke. fem!sasuke is a little shy once the clothes statrt coming off. fingering. making out. idk not too much smut. ive never written girl on girl im sorry guys
a/n: ANYTHING FOR MY AMAZING PERFEVT GORGEOUS MUTUAL im sorry it took so long guys ive lowk been a chud.......but omfg i literally have a pinterest board for sasuke as a girl i love the concept so much
naruto and sakura had been hesitant to tell you about their run-in with sasuke. knowing the two of you were close friends before she'd left, and having witnessed your heartbreak at the betrayal, and how hard it'd been for you to pick yourself back up...all of that to say, they didn't even know the full extent of your relationship with her.
they didn't know the way you two snuck looks at each other in groups—the way you'd bite back a smile and look away. how her eyes would soften when it was just the two of you alone, laid in your bedroom together, gaze lingering on your mouth while you spoke—and how you'd pretend not to notice.
however, that was before. before she'd left everyone—left you. thrown away her entire life, and her entire future, over something you thought she'd given up. it's been two years, and everybody only says her name in whispers, afraid to speak the truth into existence. you all looked for her. even if you guys never discussed it, there was an underlying hope during every mission that one of you would catch a glance.
and they finally had. when they'd told you about it, your heart had dropped, and it felt like there was electricity buzzing under your skin. so many thoughts rushing. i should've been there. what was she doing there? could i track her down? how is she doing? damn her.
"well...i'm glad it didn't escalate." you'd forced out instead, voice just as strained as your smile. "yeah, well...i don't think she saw us, or i'm sure she would've said something!" naruto exclaimed, brows furrowed. "but naruto, she was rogue. her energy was so different—i wouldn't be surprised if she tried to hurt us." sakura argues. sasuke, as a rogue. you don't even want to imagine it.
that's exactly why you've ended up here—on some c-rank mission that you used as an excuse to leave the village and trek to the small town they'd seen her in. you're not even sure she's still here—it was days ago, and you doubt she's the type to linger anywhere. otherwise, you would've found her by now.
still—you had to try. you just want to see her. you're not sure what you'll say if you do. you've thought about it so many times, but it never seems right. confrontation—angry, emotional, broken. a fight? or would you be unable to speak?
sighing to yourself, you enter a tea shop, having arrived at your destination and feeling way too stressed. taking a seat at one of the tables, you find your gaze travelling to a pair, seemingly your age. a boy with light hair, who's currently grinning at an angry redhead, his grip on her wrist preventing a punch.
your eyes linger on them as you zone out, a million different scenarios rushing through your mind, when-
you jerk up straight, your head whipping towards the exit. that chakra—it has to be her. biting your lip, you're about to push yourself onto your feet to charge outside, when the door opens. and by god, it is her. the same girl you've thought about everyday since you were 12. her gaze falls on you immediately, as if she already knew you'd be there—which she probably did.
she pauses at the entrance, eyes flickering across your form, and she looks conflicted for once. thinking she came in here for you, the butterflies in your stomach disappear when the guy from earlier speaks up.
"don't start. we know we're late." he sighs dramatically, pushing himself to his feet, his words directed towards sasuke. her gaze snaps back to them, and faint irritation flickers across her features before she schools her expression back to its usual neutrality. "go wait outside." she says sharply. "why? you thirsty or something?" he asks lazily, stretching. "shut up. stop questioning her—we're late because of you." the redhead huffs, pushing the boy out the door.
you swallow dryly as sasuke's gaze returns to you, her face now unreadable. you don't know what to say, and neither does she, apparently. standing up, you walk towards the door, coming to a stop in front of her. sakura's right—her energy is definitely different from before, a darker tinge to it. but it's still as captivating as before, and you feel almost shy as you stand in front of her again after all these years.
to be honest, a part of you has spent these past two years wondering if you'd made it up—the tension, the intimacy, the words left unsaid. you two had never talked about it, never acknowledged it, but you'd always assumed she felt the same way. the butterflies, the desire, the warmth in your chest.
but even if she'd felt it back then, you're not sure she cared once she'd left. with the way she's looking at you right now, you can't see anything in her face—and you're sure she can see everything in yours. hurt, anger, yearning, anxiety...
"you..." you finally force out, but stop short. "you're here." you say dumbly, your voice unstable. "obviously." she replies after a beat, voice lower than you remember. rougher around the edges. you almost laugh at that. of course she'd answer like that—as if your entire world hadn't tilted sideways the second she'd walked through the door.
she looks different too. her hair is longer, but it's choppier—as if she'd been hacking off pieces with her kunai. her features are more defined now, and you can't help but think of how unfair it is that she's so beautiful. however, you're quickly distracted by her outfit. a loose white robe tucked into her belt, falling open at the chest just enough to reveal black fabric underneath. your throat bobs as you swallow, and you force yourself to meet her eyes again.
for a second, neither of you move. her gaze drags over your face slowly, almost cautiously, and you hate how familiar it feels. how easily your body remembers her attention. "...i didn't think you'd be here." she says finally.
your brows pinch together. "that's what you have to say to me?" you huff out. her expression hardens instantly, walls snapping back into place so fast it makes your chest ache with panic. "what do you want me to say?" she mutters.
anger sparks hot beneath your skin at the nonchalance in her voice. after two years. after disappearing without a word. you step closer before you can stop yourself. "i don't know, sasuke. maybe literally anything?" your voice cracks embarrassingly. "an explanation would've been nice."
a flicker of guilt. there and gone. but then she looks away, jaw tightening. "i don't owe you one." she says under her breath, almost petulant in nature. but it still hurts.
you let out a quiet laugh, disbelieving. "right. okay." you move to brush past her, suddenly unable to stand there another second, but her hand catches your wrist before you can leave. and everything in you freezes.
her grip isn't rough. if anything, it's careful. but the contact alone is enough to drag every buried feeling violently back to the surface. nights spent shoulder-to-shoulder, the warmth of her hand against yours beneath blankets, the way she'd stare at you until you couldn't breathe properly.
sasuke seems to realize it too, because her fingers loosen, as if she's fighting the urge to release you completely and forget this ever happened. "...don't do that." she says instead. you stare at her. "do what?"
"act like you can walk away from me." your breath catches. for the first time since she walked in, her composure slips completely. exhaustion bleeds through the cracks. frustration. something almost desperate. desperation for what? for you? for her old life? for revenge?
suddenly, you're furious. "you don't get to say that to me." you whisper harshly, yanking your wrist from her grasp. "you left." her eyes sharpen. "i had to."
"no—you chose to." you huff. silence. outside, you can faintly hear the boy complaining about being hungry. sasuke closes her eyes briefly like the sound is annoying her. or maybe like she's trying to regain control of herself.
when she looks at you again, her voice is steadier. "i have responsibilities that you wouldn't understand." she explains almost softly—apologetically. "still. how you handled the situation- you didn't have to leave. you didn't even tell me! it- i- you're cruel." you stammer, unable to hold down the word vomit. your mouth needs to speak, but your brain refuses to articulate your thoughts in time, and you're left with tears pooling in your eyes.
she looks caught off guard, and almost uncomfortable, at the sight of your teary eyes. you think she might bolt. instead, she pulls you aside, backing you into a hushed corner behind a screen. steps closer.
close enough that your back nearly brushes the wall beside you. close enough that you can feel the smell of the wind clinging to her clothes from outside. your stomach flips.
"if i were cruel," she murmurs, "i would've avoided you." your lips part, but nothing comes out—because that's the problem. she didn't avoid you. she looked right at you the second she walked in. like she'd known you'd come. like she'd felt you there.
sasuke's eyes flicker down to your mouth for half a second before returning to your eyes, and suddenly you're fifteen again, laying beside her in your bedroom, watching moonlight spill across her face while neither of you said the things you wanted to.
except now there's something darker underneath it. tension wound so tight it almost hurts. "why did you come here?" she asks softly. you should lie—should say mission. coincidence. curiosity.
instead, the truth slips out before you can stop it. "...i wanted to see you." you say weakly, your voice sounding small. her breath catches so quietly you almost miss it. and for one horrible moment, hope blooms inside your chest.
then she takes a step back. the distance feels immediate. cold. "that was a mistake." your expression crumples before you can stop it, your heart squeezing.
you see regret flash across her face instantly, but she says nothing to take it back. because she never does. you hate her for that. you hate that despite everything, despite the betrayal and the grief and the anger that's kept you awake for two years-
you still want her.
sasuke looks at you for another long second before turning toward the door. panic flares sharply in your chest again, and you step forward. "that's it?" you ask quietly.
she pauses. without looking back, she says, "don't follow me. and don't come looking for me again." and then she walks out the door. leaving you standing there breathless, devastated, and wanting to follow her anyway.
you stand there for a second too long, staring at the doorway like she'll come back if you wait long enough. maybe this is another one of those awful dreams you've had over the past two years—the ones where you find sasuke only for her to disappear the second you touch her.
your fingers curl at your sides. don't follow me. the worst part is that she said it like she knew you would.
you exhale shakily through your nose, turning away before anyone in the shop can look at you for too long. your chest feels tight enough to crack open. stupid. this was stupid. what exactly had you expected? for her to apologize? come home? kiss you?
the thought makes your face burn.
you move back toward your table mechanically, reaching for the tea you'd abandoned earlier, only to realize your hands are shaking too badly to lift the cup properly. you hate this. hate that she can still do this to you so easily.
forcing yourself to breathe, you throw some money onto the table for the untouched tea and leave quickly, ignoring the curious stares burning into your back. the evening air hits your face hard enough to sting.
they're gone. of course they are. you stand there for a moment anyway, scanning the crowded street like an idiot. your stomach churns so hard it makes you feel nauseous.
you should go home. you know you should. report back to konoha. finish the mission you barely even paid attention to. pretend this entire thing didn't crack open wounds you'd spent years trying to stitch shut.
instead, your feet carry you toward the inn district. because despite everything, you know sasuke. and sasuke always stays near the outskirts of towns. somewhere quiet, with easy exits. you know she's probably gone by now, but you want to check anyway. you want to hope that she didn't mean it, and that she's waiting for you to find her again.
but by the time night settles over the village, you've checked six inns with no luck. exhaustion is beginning to sink into your bones, frustration simmering dangerously close to the surface.
yeah, she already left. she meant it when she left. maybe- your thoughts cut off sharply when you feel it again. that chakra. your breath catches. it's close. very close. you turn instinctively toward the rooftops just in time to see a dark silhouette standing atop one of the buildings, moonlight catching against black hair.
watching you.
sasuke doesn't move when you leap onto the roof across from her. wind rushes between the buildings, carrying the distant sounds of the town below, but up here it feels strangely isolated. like the rest of the world has disappeared.
for a moment, neither of you speak. then- "I told you not to follow me." she murmurs. "you also told me not to look for you again." you snap, still slightly breathless. "clearly I'm bad at listening." her eyes narrow faintly, though not in genuine irritation. "you should leave."
"you keep saying that." your voice shakes despite your efforts to steady it. "but you also keep waiting for me." you retort. you can tell you're by the way her expression flickers. because she had been waiting.
standing here in plain sight instead of disappearing into the night like she easily could've. the realization sends something hot and reckless through you. "you knew I'd come after you." you continue softly.
she looks away first. "...you're predictable." she mumbles. you laugh quietly at that, but it comes out breathless. "right." the wind lifts a few strands of her hair across her face. without thinking, you step closer to brush them aside, and sasuke catches your wrist instantly.
the contact sends a violent jolt through you both. "don't," she grits out, but her grip tightens. your eyes lock, and you almost groan at how badly you want to kiss her. "sasuke..." you all but whine.
her gaze drops to your mouth again. dangerous. that's the only word for moments like this with her. they'd always felt like standing too close to the edge of something.
her fingers loosen around your wrist slightly, thumb brushing over your veins. it's touch absentminded—intimate. it makes your head spin.
"you don't understand." she murmurs, almost to herself. "then explain it to me." you push desperately, wanting her to finally do something—say something. but all you're met with is silence. you can practically see the battle happening behind her eyes. the conflict. the restraint.
and suddenly you're angry again. "god, you always do this." you say sharply, ripping your wrist from her grasp. "you say just enough to make me stay, and then you shut me out like I'm nothing!"
her expression hardens immediately—borderline defensive. "i'm trying to keep you away from me." she says through clenched teeth. "why?" you push, your voice raising unintentionally.
"because you're a weakness!" she snaps. the words hit like a slap. you stare at her, stunned. sasuke looks almost furious after saying it, jaw clenched tightly enough to hurt, refusing to meet your gaze. but she doesn't take it back.
your heartbeat quickens, and you can't help but feel that you're the closest you've ever been to finally understanding what this is. "because we were best friends?" you ask weakly, hoping—praying—she'll react to the label. give you any indication that it was definitely more.
she sucks her teeth and exhales heavily, looking irritated again. "no. you know i-" she cuts herself off, brows furrowing. "every time i look at you, i-" she tries again.
"you what?" you mumble softly, closing the distance. she steps back, trying to keep her composure, but you don't let her. you back her up against the water tank on the roof, your breathing heavy.
"you make me careless." she says, voice rougher now. "and carelessness won't get me to my goal." she whispers. you groan. "fuck that shit." is all the warning she gets before your mouth is crashing down against hers. she freezes, and you do too, brain fog clearing up. however, neither of you pull away for a moment. and then you jerk back, face burning, feeling nauseous. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-
she grabs you and before you know it, sasuke kisses you like she's angry about it—like she's been holding herself back for years and hates herself for finally giving in. her hand grips your jaw hard enough to make your head tilt back as she presses into you, all sharp desperation and barely restrained hunger. the second your lips part against hers, a quiet sound leaves her throat—almost frustrated, almost relieved.
your fingers clutch at the front of her cloak instinctively, and that seems to make things worse. or better. sasuke pulls you against her hard enough that you stumble, the heat of her body unfamiliar and painfully familiar all at once. every emotion you've buried comes rushing back so fast it makes your chest ache.
you missed her. god, you missed her. and judging by the way she's kissing you, the feeling was never one-sided. sasuke breaks the kiss first. barely. her forehead rests against yours for a second, both of your breaths uneven, her fingers still tight against your jaw like she's afraid you'll disappear if she lets go. you can feel the tension radiating off her in waves.
then reality seems to crash back into her all at once. she pulls away sharply. you stare at her, dazed, lips tingling painfully from the force of it. she looks worse. like kissing you physically hurt her somehow. "...fuck." she mutters under her breath, turning away abruptly.
something ugly twists in your chest at the reaction. "what, you regret it already?" you try to joke, but you just sound hurt, and a little scared. she goes still. the wind howls softly around the rooftops, carrying the distant sounds of laughter and music from somewhere deeper in town. it feels impossibly far away from this.
after a long silence, sasuke says quietly, "no. that's the problem." she runs a hand through her hair roughly before looking back at you, eyes darker than before. vulnerable, somehow. raw in a way you've almost never seen from her.
"when i left," she says slowly, "i thought it'd make things easier." she exhales. you blink. "sasuke-"
"i thought if i cut everything off fast enough, it'd stop mattering." the confession knocks the breath from your lungs. she laughs once under her breath, bitter and humorless. "turns out i was wrong." your heart pounds painfully against your ribs.
two years. two years of wondering if you'd imagined it all while she'd apparently been trying to outrun the exact same thing.
you step toward her carefully this time, like approaching a wounded animal. "you could've told me." you sigh. "i couldn't."
"you didn't even try."
that familiar flash of guilt crosses her face again. for once, she doesn't argue. sasuke has never apologized easily—not with words. even now, standing here under the moonlight with your taste still on her lips, she looks more likely to vanish into the night than admit she'd hurt you.
but her silence says enough. "do you know how angry I was at you?" you ask quietly. "i hated hearing your name. every time someone mentioned you, it felt like..." your voice falters. "i dunno...my throat would tighten up and i felt sick and my chest physically hurt. and i couldn't think about you, because i never knew if you'd felt the same, but i also couldn't get you off my mind. i just- it was maddening." you ramble.
her expression tightens. "i know."
"no, you don't."
"i do."
the certainty in her voice steals the rest of your words.
because suddenly, horribly, you realize she'd probably been hurting too. maybe not in the same way. maybe not as openly. but enough to look at you like this now—like she's standing at the edge of something she wants and fears in equal measure. and unlike you, she was alone. she didn't have anyone these past two years. nobody to distract her, no impromptu visits from concerned friends poorly disguised as casual. she was all alone, carrying not only the weight of whatever this fuckass situation is, but the weight of losing everyone she's ever known. for a moment, you think you might cry.
you don't notice you've moved closer until your hands brush hers. neither of you pull away. "i don't want to make this harder for you." you whisper, though the words feel weak even as you say them. "i can leave..."
"you should." she breathes, the response too quick. "but you don't want me to." you can't help but push. her jaw clenches. the silence answers for her. smiling, you speak again. "you know what's pathetic?" you murmur, eyes searching hers. "i'd probably follow you if you asked."
that clearly wasn't something she expected you to admit aloud. her composure cracks for half a second. and because you're tired—tired of years of uncertainty and tension and half-finished moments—you reach for her face before you can second-guess yourself. sasuke inhales sharply the second your fingers touch her skin.
the reaction alone nearly destroys your self-control. "you still look at me the same way." you say softly. her eyes flicker away, almost shyly. how endearing "...don't." she protests weakly.
"why not?" you murmur, tilting your head. for a moment, she just stares at you. then her arms slide around your neck suddenly, pulling you flush against her again with enough force to make you gasp softly. her self-restraint looks threadbare now.
"you make me want things i can't afford anymore," she breathes against your mouth. before you can respond, sasuke kisses you again—slower this time, but somehow more breathtaking because of it. it's intentional. your hands instinctively slide up beneath the collar of her cloak, fingers brushing warm skin, earning a shudder.
she actually shudders. the realization makes you bite back a giggle, impossibly endeared yet aroused by her reactions. "sasuke..." you breathe against her lips. her eyes close briefly at the sound of her name in your voice.
"just for tonight." you plead. "be mine, and let me be yours. just for tonight. you can leave tomorrow, i just- please." your voice breaks, and your mood is flipping again, eyes filling with tears. you feel pathetic. you want more—you deserve more—than one night, but you'll take anything she's willing to give.
sasuke goes completely still. the wind catches the edge of her cloak, dark fabric shifting around both of you as she stares at you in silence. your words hang painfully between you. you hate how desperate you sound. hate the tears burning your eyes even more.
you try to look away before she can fully see it, embarrassed by your own vulnerability, but her hand catches your jaw gently this time. you know one night won't fix this. it won't undo the years apart or the grief or the resentment twisting together inside you until you can't tell one feeling from the other anymore. tomorrow she'll still be rogue. tomorrow she'll still leave. but right now she's here.
right now, she's looking at you like she wants you just as badly as you want her. and you're weak enough to beg for whatever scraps she'll give you. "don't cry." she says quietly. the concern in her voice only makes it worse.
a shaky laugh escapes you instead. "this is exactly why I shouldn't have come looking for you." you mumble. sasuke's brows pull together faintly. "you shouldn't've." she agrees, but her thumb brushes beneath your eye anyway, catching the moisture gathering there. the contradiction makes your chest ache.
you lean into her touch before you can stop yourself. the moment your eyes flutter shut, she exhales softly like she's losing a battle with herself.
"you shouldn't ask me for things like that," she murmurs. "you deserve someone better than this." you open your eyes immediately. "i don't want someone better. i want you."
for a second, sasuke looks almost angry—not at you, but at herself. like she hates how badly she wants to give in. then your voice breaks again when you whisper, "please." she inhales sharply. "i won't wake up tomorrow and suddenly become the person you want." your throat tightens painfully. "I know." "and you coming with me isn't-"
"i didn't ask for forever." you interrupt softly, even though the words nearly choke you. "i asked for tonight." for a second, she just stares at you. then she kisses you again.
it's slow enough that you feel every bit of yearning she'd tried to bury. every second of hesitation. her hand sliding into your hair carefully, like she's trying to memorize the feeling. your fingers clutch at her waist immediately, pulling her closer with a desperation that makes your chest hurt. she exhales softly against your lips.
when she pulls back, it's only enough to murmur quietly, "there's an inn nearby." heat rushes through you instantly despite everything else tangled inside your chest. you nod once. she studies your face for another long moment after that, gaze tracing over every crack in your composure like she's trying to decide whether this is a mistake worth making.
apparently, it is. because the next thing you know, her fingers are intertwining with yours for the briefest moment before she starts leading you across the rooftops. the gesture is so small, but so familiar.
you remember being younger and wondering what it would feel like to hold her hand properly instead of brushing fingertips in secret where nobody could see. back then, every touch between you felt accidental on purpose. now there's nothing accidental about the way she's keeping you close, and you try to ignore the fact that this'll be short lived.
the inn is quiet when you arrive, dim lanternlight flickering across wooden floors as sasuke secures a room with curt, clipped responses. you linger near the stairs trying not to think too hard about what you're doing. or what tomorrow is going to feel like.
once the door closes behind you upstairs, she turns toward you slowly. she stands near the door for a moment like she isn't sure what to do with herself now that she's actually here. moonlight spills through the window, catching against the sharp lines of her face. she's still watching you carefully.
"you can still leave if you want." you whisper, even though the thought alone makes your chest hurt. her gaze flickers over your face, and then she crosses the room in three quiet steps and cups your face with both hands before kissing you again. you melt into it, letting your worries fall away—just for now. you drape your arms around her neck, pressing your body flush against hers, stumbling backwards until you fall backwards.
you giggle as the both of you hit the mattress, a breathless chuckle escaping her own lips. you break the kiss to look at her for a moment—this gorgeous, amazing woman. you never thought you'd be here, and you're not sure you ever will be again. "you're really pretty." you murmur, cupping her cheek. you see the blush rising up her neck and dusting her cheeks delicately, her gaze turning bashful as she looks away. "stop it." she mumbles.
you chuckle quietly, crawling on top of her, pinning her against the mattress. "i didn't peg you for the shy type." you murmur teasingly, nosing at her jaw. she exhales shakily, tilting her head back, her legs parting around you. "m'not." she protests quietly, moving her head to catch your lips again.
you hum against her mouth, feeling her fingers sliding into your hair as she deepens the kiss, tongues tangling. "i want you." you whisper. you feel her smile into the kiss, and she lets her head fall back.
you start kissing her neck—unsure of what to do, but trying your best to go with the flow and not overthink it. she exhales shakily, her hands smoothing over your back now. "just to make sure...you wanna do this, right?" you murmur.
she nods, cupping your jaw. "i've never done this before." you admit, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "i figured." she responds quietly, a tinge of amusement in her tone.
you huff, kissing her again, slowly starting to tug on the purple rope tied around her. she lets you, body a little tense, but hands pulling at you like she can't stand the thought of you pulling away. the rope comes undone, causing her white robe to fall open and reveal her skin. she's wearing a black chest binding underneath, and nothing else.
pausing, you take in her bare skin, exhaling shakily. "would it be perverted to admit i've fantasized about this before?" you breathe. your eyes flicker back up to hers, expecting to be teased. however, you don't expect to see her looking shy.
her cheeks are dusted with a light pink, eyes not meeting your gaze. a mix of fondness and lust mix inside of you as you pull back, leaning back on your haunches. "sasuke," you whisper. she looks back up at you, gaze still shy, but not bashful.
she sits up, pulling the robe off, tossing it to the side with the rope. you swallow dryly, hands going to her waist, caressing her skin. "tell me if you want me to stop."
she shakes her head, her hands going to your clothes. you let her peel them off, layer by layer, leaving you in just your undergarments. now it's your turn to feel shy, a bashful glint in your eyes as you tug on her pants. she lifts her hips, allowing you to pull them off her.
you crash your lips against hers once again, fingers working deftly to undo the black fabric covering her chest. she lets out a startled sound against your lips, melting into the kiss. when the covering is gone and reveals her chest, you have to hold in a groan.
you two spend the next hour getting comfortable—soft kisses and touches, easing each other into what you desire. finally, finally, your fingers make contact with her heat. if she looked shy before, you're not even sure what adjective to use now. her face is red, gaze lowered, the back of her hand covering her mouth.
"tell me if you want me to stop." you breathe, your fingers finding her clit. although you've never done this with another person before, you are a girl. thinking back to those nights you spent alone in your room, you start rubbing it in tight circles. a whimper escapes her parted lips, hips bucking.
you lay on your side next to her, keeping your fingers moving while you kiss her. she tries to kiss you back but her jaw keeps going slack, and you smile. you keep a slow, gentle pace, wanting to make her feel good. "can i go further?" you murmur. she bites her lip and nods.
you move your hand lower, fingers parting her slick folds. you let your fingers get a feel for her, gently moving along her slit. your finger probes at her entrance, and she tenses a bit. "i've never...touched myself there before." she admits. you hum, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "it's okay. do you want me to skip it?"
she shakes her head, her own hand coming up to cup your face, pulling you into a kiss. you kiss her back, letting one finger slowly sink in. she lets out a slight whine, making you pause—unsure if it's discomfort or something else. however, when she moves her hips a little, you take it as a sign to keep going.
you continue your slow pace, coming to a stop once your finger is all the way in. "i don't really know what'll feel good for you..." you admit, your own nerves beginning to show. she looks up at you, eyes half lidded, chest heaving. before she can speak, you experimentally curl your finger up.
this draws a moan out of her, her hips jerking up. "is that good?" you ask dumbly, a little caught off guard by her reaction—and how your own pussy throbbed at the sound of it. she nods breathlessly, fingers digging into your arm. you start moving your finger, trying to find what rhythm that's good for her.
slowly, more and more moans leave her lips. you can tell she was trying to hold back at first, but as you'd figured out what worked, she finally stopped hiding. you bite your lip, your own clit throbbing. "you gonna come for me?" you breathe, lips ghosting over her neck. she pants out a yes, hips thrusting up to meet your movements.
her hand slides down to messily rub at her clit, and suddenly, she's arching off the bed—eyes shut, head thrown back, her breath fast and desperate. you work her through her orgasm, slowing your fingers to a stop as she goes limp. you slowly pull them out, marveling at the sight of her—at the feel of her.
"was that okay?" you ask. she snorts tiredly, amused by your seemingly ridiculous question. "you talk a lot." she mutters, pulling you into a kiss. her previous shyness is gone, replaced by her desire to return the favor. she kisses you hard, rolling you both over so that you're on your back now.
she continues kissing you while her hand finds your clit, pressing against it with precise movements—a stark contrast to how she was touching herself desperately a few seconds go. you moan into her mouth, fingers tugging at her hair.
mirroring your previous movements, she slides a finger down to your entrance. she slides one in experimentally, giving a few shallow thrusts. you whine, pouting at her. "more.." you breathe. she exhales, a slight smirk on her face as she adds a second finger, using scissoring motions to stretch you open.
"do i..." she trails off, twisting her wrist a little and mimicking your curling motion. "like this?" she asks, earning a moan from you. "fuckkk...yeah, just like that..." you breathe, your head falling back. as she continues to finger you, her thumb rubs at your clit, her mouth attaching itself to your breast. it's a bit clumsy, and you can tell she doesn't have much experience touching herself—let alone others—but it doesn't matter.
she's a fast learner, and she's her. you're sure you could come without her even touching you because of how desperate you are for her. her movements pick up in speed and you're not even embarrassed by the sounds leaving you right now. all you can focus on is her.
her smell, her touch, the press of her body against yours. how her hair is brushing against your skin. the way she's looking up at you. you could just- "i love you." you blurt out through a moan.
she tenses, her movements stilling momentarily before picking back up. she looks conflicted—unsure of if she should play into this fantasy of being yours for the night, or set a boundary so that this won't hurt as much tomorrow.
she chooses to let her silence do the talking, looking away from you and focusing on what she's doing again. you feel a pang in your chest at her answer but ignore it for now, focusing on the fact that you can feel your orgasm coming.
"sasuke- oh fuckfuckfuck...i'm c-close.." you gasp. she continues her pace, burying her face into your neck and littering kisses across it. before you know it, you're cumming, moaning out her name. as your orgasm washes over you, your body relaxes and you let yourself go limp. she slowly pulls her fingers out, bringing them up to her mouth.
blushing, you watch her suck them clean, a smirk on her face. she leans down to press a sweet kiss to your lips, and you pull her down. she lets out a quiet chuckle as she falls flat against you, letting herself enjoy this for now.
you two lay in silence for a bit, just relishing in your proximity. however, now that all is said and done, you can't help the dread that's starting to creep up on you. you don't want the night to end.
"will you wake me up? before you leave?" you ask softly, biting your lip. the reminder of what tomorrow holds makes her eyes harden again and she sighs. "you keep asking so much of me." she mutters. "stop making it harder for yourself."
you huff, brows furrowing. "i'm making it hard for myself? you're making it hard—for both of us! you don't have to do this!" you exclaim. your anger only serves to make her more closed off again, her arms slipping away from you. "you don't understand." she says quietly. as she sits up, you panic. "sasuke, wait-" you try, reaching for her. "you don't understand, and that's exactly why this won't work."
your heart drops at her words. she sighs, shoulders dropping. "i promised you tonight, and i'll give you all of it. but from the moment i open my eyes tomorrow, you'll go back to being nothing to me." she says harshly. you feel tears prick at your eyes, feeling confused and hurt by her sudden coldness.
she looks back at you, guilt flickering across her face. with another sigh, she lays back down, hesitantly cupping your face. "just...don't wait for me. you won't get anything from it."
despite the fact that she's the reason for the tears, you seek out her comfort—leaning into her touch and pressing your face against her shoulder. she wraps her arms around you, pressing her lips to your hair.
your mind swims with things to say, but none of them leave your mouth. it's better to leave some things unsaid, after all. you let yourself melt into her as you slowly start drifting off to sleep, wishing it could be like this forever.
sasuke barely sleeps that night. she can't, for quite a few reasons. she doesn't want the night to be over either, and if she stays up all night, it can last just a little longer. she's also filled with guilt—about how she hurt you, how she spoke to you, how she'll have to leave soon.
in the morning, you're not surprised to find her gone, but disappointment still blooms in your chest. you roll onto your side, staring at the empty bed next to you. pushing yourself into a sitting position, you glance around the room, replaying last night in your mind.
she left no trace, and that hurts more.
a/n: omg that ending was so buns dont kill me guys i got such bad writers block during the smut that i just wanted it to end this was just a whole bunch of nothing but idk i rlly just wanna be manipulated by sasuke as a girl
ᝰ.ᐟ waking up feeling more than a little needy, you can't help but wake up your husband so that he can fulfil your needs. fem!reader. based on this ask! cw! somno, oral (m and f receiving), previously established consent for free use ig idk, p in v, unprotected, creampie, smut little/no plot
a/n: i am so happy about this ask omg i need zuko so bad #letmehit #pls #needthat i got a little lazy i'm sorry guys
waking up with an ache between your thighs has been a consistent problem for you ever since he's been gone with aang. for the first week or two, your celibacy wasn't difficult. you missed him, not the sex...
...is what you'd say if you wanted to be sweet. but shit isn't cute when you're horny and your fingers just aren't reaching the same depths as his cock! so naturally, when your ravishingly handsome returned home, you had your fill.
or so you thought. it's 2:51 am when your eyes open, the sleep leaving your body disappointingly fast. you know you won't be able to fall back asleep for quite a while now. attempting to sit up, the weight of his arm drags you back down. right. he's back.
smiling to yourself, you roll over to face his sleeping form, softening at the sight of him. eyes shut, lips gently parted, hair loosely put up. you press yourself against him, pillowing your head on his bicep.
his chest rises and falls slowly, consciousness busy in a world of his own making. you shift closer, pressing yourself against him completely, peppering light kisses across his face. he lets out a faint hum, arm tightening around your waist.
it started off innocent, your desire for closeness—you swear! but with his shirtless body pressed against you, his scent, his arm wrapped around you...it's not your fault that you're starting to get worked up.
at first, you decided that you'd deal with it on your own. before he'd passed out, he'd spent quite a bit of time and energy in satisfying you, even after his tiring trip. slowly shimmying out of his hold, you put some distance between the two of you, laying flat on your back.
you slide your hand between your legs, finding yourself wet. gathering up your slick, you start to circle your swollen clit, but huff out of frustration at the dull feeling. you abused the poor bundle of nerves a little too much over the past couple of hours, and now it just doesn't feel as good.
moving your fingers lower, you slide two into your entrance, curling them upwards. you feel a jolt of pleasure, but it's gone just as quick. you keep this up for the next couple of minutes until you're left overheating, sweaty, and frustrated.
sitting up, you toss the blanket off your body, turning your gaze to zuko. you feel bad, seeing how peaceful he looks right now, but you just can't help yourself. not to mention, he has said in the past that he would be okay with you waking him up for sex...
biting your lip, you shift closer, kissing his cheek. "my love," you murmur. he hums again, shifting onto his back, still asleep. you move lower, slowly running your hands down his shirtless body. he twitches a bit as you get down to his pants, slowly tugging them low enough for his cock to spring free.
you begin slowly stroking it, watching it begin to harden under your touch. you lean down, kissing the tip, eyes focused on his face to see if he's aware of what's happening yet. he's still asleep, so you pick up your efforts. you take half of his length into your mouth, wrapping your tongue around it, slowly moving your head.
little by little, his breathing starts to become shallow, and he moves around a bit. you pick up your pace, and are met with his familiar voice. "[name]...?" he mumbles groggily, his bleary eyes opening.
you hum around his cock and he groans, his head falling back. "what- haah...what are you doing...?" he pants, his hand gently sliding into your hair. you pull back, going back to stroking him. "m'sorry. do you want me to stop?" you ask, tilting your head. he chuckles breathlessly, lifting his head up to look down at you again. "no...just a little surprised."
you smile, kissing his tip. "need you, zuko...please." you whisper, slowly rising to hover over him. he blinks the sleepiness away, his hands moving down to cup your hips. "mm, of course, my love..." he hums, dragging you closer.
you straddle him, pressing your lips to his gently. he returns the kiss, one hand sliding up your back and coming to rest on the back of your neck. you quickly deepen the kiss, gently biting down on his lip. he whines a little, parting his lips to let your tongue invade his mouth.
you start grinding your hips back against his already hard cock, dragging your clothed cunt over his length. he moans quietly, hips jerking up. "god, i can feel how wet you are..." he breathes. "you've become so much needier." he teases.
"whose fault is that?" you mumble, kissing down his neck. he hums, tilting his head back. "i know—it's mine. so i have to make it up to you, hm?" he smiles, rolling the two of you over. you giggle, legs bracketing his hips. he smiles, pushing his boxers off all the way. "don't worry. i've thought about this a lot too." he whispers, starting to kiss your neck.
as he sucks and mouths at your sensitive skin, his hands move down to undo your robe, letting it fall open. "god..." he murmurs, pulling back to look at you. "my beautiful wife." he coos, starting to kiss down your chest. you exhale shakily, sliding your hand into his hair, letting it fall out of its loose bun. you look down at him, meeting his golden eyes that see you and only you.
his warm mouth gently descends onto your breast, tongue probing at your nipple. you whine quietly, arching a little. as he lavishes attention on your breasts, his left hand slides between your legs, gathering your slick. you gasp shakily when he touches your sensitive clit, head falling back.
after a few minutes of that, he slowly begins moving south again, kissing along your stomach. you suck in a breath, gently pushing his hair out of his face. he smiles, hands coming to hold your thighs. he nuzzles against your right thigh, pressing kisses to it, keeping it sweet and soft. you huff, hips bucking a little. "zukooo..." you whine. you appreciate his loving touches—really, you do. but right now, you want him to fuck you.
he chuckles quietly, pressing one last kiss to your thigh before burying his face into your cunt. you moan, back arching up off the bed, thighs clamping down around his head. he eats you out like a man starved, messy and needy, hands on your thighs trying to pull you impossibly close.
all too quickly, it becomes too much. you start trying to run from the overwhelming pleasure, but zuko doesn't let you. before you know it, your orgasm hits you like a wave, his name leaving your mouth in a desperate moan.
he helps you ride through your orgasm, leaving one final kiss to your clit before pushing himself up onto his forearms, his hips nudging yours. "good?" he murmurs. "mhmmm...but i want you, baby." you pant. he smiles, kissing the corner of your mouth.
he guides his cock to your entrance, rubbing his tip against your slit to gather the wetness, before pressing it against you. "you ready?" he asks gently, pressing his forehead to yours. you nod, wrapping your legs against his waist. he slowly pushes in, each inch stretching you deliciously. you mewl, hips lifting up to meet him halfway.
once he bottoms out, he goes still, burying his face into your neck. "fuck..." he pants, pulling out almost entirely, before slamming back in. you gasp, nails digging into his back. "zuko-! fuck..." you cry out, holding onto him desperately as he sets a punishing pace.
he reaches down, rubbing at your clit, mouthing at your neck. already sensitive from your previous orgasms from now and a few hours before, you whimper out his name. he pulls his fingers away, sliding them into your mouth as he continues to fuck you.
you suck on his fingers, tasting yourself on them. he groans—from both the pleasure he feels, and from the pornographic sight of you sucking on his fingers like it's your favorite thing in the whole world.
"mm..." you release his fingers, brows furrowing. "i'm close- fuckfuckfuckfuck, please zuko.." you pant. "it's okay. it's okay, me too. just come for me." he encourages, pushing your thighs up to put you into a deep mating press.
it's not long before another orgasm washes over you, your pussy clamping down on his cock. he whimpers, continuing to thrust messily into you as he spills inside of you, hips jerking a little before he goes limp. he lets your legs stretch out before he flops onto you, panting against your neck.
you exhale deeply, playing with his hair. "that was nice." you muse, earning a snort. "so casual." he teases, kissing your shoulder.
hihihi!! i hope you’re doing great i luv ur works <3 !! I wanted to request a female ! sasuke x reader inspired by this art !!
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8gR5BSh/
like when the reader sees Sasuke after a couple yrs as a rogue ninja yk feelings that were never addressed rise back up (toxic situationship 😪😪) and maybe a lil timeskip where the reader goes on a mission and runs into fem Sasuke, it could be suggestive or nsfw 👀👀 or wtv ur more comfy with 😋😋! idk I’m so Sasuke pilled and seeing that art got me to thinking abt toxic yuri with Sasuke 🥹! Again, I love your works the sasuke fic drought is insane 💔💔
♯┆fem!sasuke x fem!reader .ᐟ 18+!
ᝰ.ᐟ when fem!sasuke left the village, she left you. it's not like the two of you were anything...but you also weren't nothing. so seeing her again, after all of these years, brings up quite a mix of feelings. not plot accurate, fem!sasuke left at around 15-16 and you guys are 18 now. cw! angst, little comfort. sad(?) ending. smut w plot. switch!sasuke. fem!sasuke is a little shy once the clothes statrt coming off. fingering. making out. idk not too much smut. ive never written girl on girl im sorry guys
a/n: ANYTHING FOR MY AMAZING PERFEVT GORGEOUS MUTUAL im sorry it took so long guys ive lowk been a chud.......but omfg i literally have a pinterest board for sasuke as a girl i love the concept so much
naruto and sakura had been hesitant to tell you about their run-in with sasuke. knowing the two of you were close friends before she'd left, and having witnessed your heartbreak at the betrayal, and how hard it'd been for you to pick yourself back up...all of that to say, they didn't even know the full extent of your relationship with her.
they didn't know the way you two snuck looks at each other in groups—the way you'd bite back a smile and look away. how her eyes would soften when it was just the two of you alone, laid in your bedroom together, gaze lingering on your mouth while you spoke—and how you'd pretend not to notice.
however, that was before. before she'd left everyone—left you. thrown away her entire life, and her entire future, over something you thought she'd given up. it's been two years, and everybody only says her name in whispers, afraid to speak the truth into existence. you all looked for her. even if you guys never discussed it, there was an underlying hope during every mission that one of you would catch a glance.
and they finally had. when they'd told you about it, your heart had dropped, and it felt like there was electricity buzzing under your skin. so many thoughts rushing. i should've been there. what was she doing there? could i track her down? how is she doing? damn her.
"well...i'm glad it didn't escalate." you'd forced out instead, voice just as strained as your smile. "yeah, well...i don't think she saw us, or i'm sure she would've said something!" naruto exclaimed, brows furrowed. "but naruto, she was rogue. her energy was so different—i wouldn't be surprised if she tried to hurt us." sakura argues. sasuke, as a rogue. you don't even want to imagine it.
that's exactly why you've ended up here—on some c-rank mission that you used as an excuse to leave the village and trek to the small town they'd seen her in. you're not even sure she's still here—it was days ago, and you doubt she's the type to linger anywhere. otherwise, you would've found her by now.
still—you had to try. you just want to see her. you're not sure what you'll say if you do. you've thought about it so many times, but it never seems right. confrontation—angry, emotional, broken. a fight? or would you be unable to speak?
sighing to yourself, you enter a tea shop, having arrived at your destination and feeling way too stressed. taking a seat at one of the tables, you find your gaze travelling to a pair, seemingly your age. a boy with light hair, who's currently grinning at an angry redhead, his grip on her wrist preventing a punch.
your eyes linger on them as you zone out, a million different scenarios rushing through your mind, when-
you jerk up straight, your head whipping towards the exit. that chakra—it has to be her. biting your lip, you're about to push yourself onto your feet to charge outside, when the door opens. and by god, it is her. the same girl you've thought about everyday since you were 12. her gaze falls on you immediately, as if she already knew you'd be there—which she probably did.
she pauses at the entrance, eyes flickering across your form, and she looks conflicted for once. thinking she came in here for you, the butterflies in your stomach disappear when the guy from earlier speaks up.
"don't start. we know we're late." he sighs dramatically, pushing himself to his feet, his words directed towards sasuke. her gaze snaps back to them, and faint irritation flickers across her features before she schools her expression back to its usual neutrality. "go wait outside." she says sharply. "why? you thirsty or something?" he asks lazily, stretching. "shut up. stop questioning her—we're late because of you." the redhead huffs, pushing the boy out the door.
you swallow dryly as sasuke's gaze returns to you, her face now unreadable. you don't know what to say, and neither does she, apparently. standing up, you walk towards the door, coming to a stop in front of her. sakura's right—her energy is definitely different from before, a darker tinge to it. but it's still as captivating as before, and you feel almost shy as you stand in front of her again after all these years.
to be honest, a part of you has spent these past two years wondering if you'd made it up—the tension, the intimacy, the words left unsaid. you two had never talked about it, never acknowledged it, but you'd always assumed she felt the same way. the butterflies, the desire, the warmth in your chest.
but even if she'd felt it back then, you're not sure she cared once she'd left. with the way she's looking at you right now, you can't see anything in her face—and you're sure she can see everything in yours. hurt, anger, yearning, anxiety...
"you..." you finally force out, but stop short. "you're here." you say dumbly, your voice unstable. "obviously." she replies after a beat, voice lower than you remember. rougher around the edges. you almost laugh at that. of course she'd answer like that—as if your entire world hadn't tilted sideways the second she'd walked through the door.
she looks different too. her hair is longer, but it's choppier—as if she'd been hacking off pieces with her kunai. her features are more defined now, and you can't help but think of how unfair it is that she's so beautiful. however, you're quickly distracted by her outfit. a loose white robe tucked into her belt, falling open at the chest just enough to reveal black fabric underneath. your throat bobs as you swallow, and you force yourself to meet her eyes again.
for a second, neither of you move. her gaze drags over your face slowly, almost cautiously, and you hate how familiar it feels. how easily your body remembers her attention. "...i didn't think you'd be here." she says finally.
your brows pinch together. "that's what you have to say to me?" you huff out. her expression hardens instantly, walls snapping back into place so fast it makes your chest ache with panic. "what do you want me to say?" she mutters.
anger sparks hot beneath your skin at the nonchalance in her voice. after two years. after disappearing without a word. you step closer before you can stop yourself. "i don't know, sasuke. maybe literally anything?" your voice cracks embarrassingly. "an explanation would've been nice."
a flicker of guilt. there and gone. but then she looks away, jaw tightening. "i don't owe you one." she says under her breath, almost petulant in nature. but it still hurts.
you let out a quiet laugh, disbelieving. "right. okay." you move to brush past her, suddenly unable to stand there another second, but her hand catches your wrist before you can leave. and everything in you freezes.
her grip isn't rough. if anything, it's careful. but the contact alone is enough to drag every buried feeling violently back to the surface. nights spent shoulder-to-shoulder, the warmth of her hand against yours beneath blankets, the way she'd stare at you until you couldn't breathe properly.
sasuke seems to realize it too, because her fingers loosen, as if she's fighting the urge to release you completely and forget this ever happened. "...don't do that." she says instead. you stare at her. "do what?"
"act like you can walk away from me." your breath catches. for the first time since she walked in, her composure slips completely. exhaustion bleeds through the cracks. frustration. something almost desperate. desperation for what? for you? for her old life? for revenge?
suddenly, you're furious. "you don't get to say that to me." you whisper harshly, yanking your wrist from her grasp. "you left." her eyes sharpen. "i had to."
"no—you chose to." you huff. silence. outside, you can faintly hear the boy complaining about being hungry. sasuke closes her eyes briefly like the sound is annoying her. or maybe like she's trying to regain control of herself.
when she looks at you again, her voice is steadier. "i have responsibilities that you wouldn't understand." she explains almost softly—apologetically. "still. how you handled the situation- you didn't have to leave. you didn't even tell me! it- i- you're cruel." you stammer, unable to hold down the word vomit. your mouth needs to speak, but your brain refuses to articulate your thoughts in time, and you're left with tears pooling in your eyes.
she looks caught off guard, and almost uncomfortable, at the sight of your teary eyes. you think she might bolt. instead, she pulls you aside, backing you into a hushed corner behind a screen. steps closer.
close enough that your back nearly brushes the wall beside you. close enough that you can feel the smell of the wind clinging to her clothes from outside. your stomach flips.
"if i were cruel," she murmurs, "i would've avoided you." your lips part, but nothing comes out—because that's the problem. she didn't avoid you. she looked right at you the second she walked in. like she'd known you'd come. like she'd felt you there.
sasuke's eyes flicker down to your mouth for half a second before returning to your eyes, and suddenly you're fifteen again, laying beside her in your bedroom, watching moonlight spill across her face while neither of you said the things you wanted to.
except now there's something darker underneath it. tension wound so tight it almost hurts. "why did you come here?" she asks softly. you should lie—should say mission. coincidence. curiosity.
instead, the truth slips out before you can stop it. "...i wanted to see you." you say weakly, your voice sounding small. her breath catches so quietly you almost miss it. and for one horrible moment, hope blooms inside your chest.
then she takes a step back. the distance feels immediate. cold. "that was a mistake." your expression crumples before you can stop it, your heart squeezing.
you see regret flash across her face instantly, but she says nothing to take it back. because she never does. you hate her for that. you hate that despite everything, despite the betrayal and the grief and the anger that's kept you awake for two years-
you still want her.
sasuke looks at you for another long second before turning toward the door. panic flares sharply in your chest again, and you step forward. "that's it?" you ask quietly.
she pauses. without looking back, she says, "don't follow me. and don't come looking for me again." and then she walks out the door. leaving you standing there breathless, devastated, and wanting to follow her anyway.
you stand there for a second too long, staring at the doorway like she'll come back if you wait long enough. maybe this is another one of those awful dreams you've had over the past two years—the ones where you find sasuke only for her to disappear the second you touch her.
your fingers curl at your sides. don't follow me. the worst part is that she said it like she knew you would.
you exhale shakily through your nose, turning away before anyone in the shop can look at you for too long. your chest feels tight enough to crack open. stupid. this was stupid. what exactly had you expected? for her to apologize? come home? kiss you?
the thought makes your face burn.
you move back toward your table mechanically, reaching for the tea you'd abandoned earlier, only to realize your hands are shaking too badly to lift the cup properly. you hate this. hate that she can still do this to you so easily.
forcing yourself to breathe, you throw some money onto the table for the untouched tea and leave quickly, ignoring the curious stares burning into your back. the evening air hits your face hard enough to sting.
they're gone. of course they are. you stand there for a moment anyway, scanning the crowded street like an idiot. your stomach churns so hard it makes you feel nauseous.
you should go home. you know you should. report back to konoha. finish the mission you barely even paid attention to. pretend this entire thing didn't crack open wounds you'd spent years trying to stitch shut.
instead, your feet carry you toward the inn district. because despite everything, you know sasuke. and sasuke always stays near the outskirts of towns. somewhere quiet, with easy exits. you know she's probably gone by now, but you want to check anyway. you want to hope that she didn't mean it, and that she's waiting for you to find her again.
but by the time night settles over the village, you've checked six inns with no luck. exhaustion is beginning to sink into your bones, frustration simmering dangerously close to the surface.
yeah, she already left. she meant it when she left. maybe- your thoughts cut off sharply when you feel it again. that chakra. your breath catches. it's close. very close. you turn instinctively toward the rooftops just in time to see a dark silhouette standing atop one of the buildings, moonlight catching against black hair.
watching you.
sasuke doesn't move when you leap onto the roof across from her. wind rushes between the buildings, carrying the distant sounds of the town below, but up here it feels strangely isolated. like the rest of the world has disappeared.
for a moment, neither of you speak. then- "I told you not to follow me." she murmurs. "you also told me not to look for you again." you snap, still slightly breathless. "clearly I'm bad at listening." her eyes narrow faintly, though not in genuine irritation. "you should leave."
"you keep saying that." your voice shakes despite your efforts to steady it. "but you also keep waiting for me." you retort. you can tell you're by the way her expression flickers. because she had been waiting.
standing here in plain sight instead of disappearing into the night like she easily could've. the realization sends something hot and reckless through you. "you knew I'd come after you." you continue softly.
she looks away first. "...you're predictable." she mumbles. you laugh quietly at that, but it comes out breathless. "right." the wind lifts a few strands of her hair across her face. without thinking, you step closer to brush them aside, and sasuke catches your wrist instantly.
the contact sends a violent jolt through you both. "don't," she grits out, but her grip tightens. your eyes lock, and you almost groan at how badly you want to kiss her. "sasuke..." you all but whine.
her gaze drops to your mouth again. dangerous. that's the only word for moments like this with her. they'd always felt like standing too close to the edge of something.
her fingers loosen around your wrist slightly, thumb brushing over your veins. it's touch absentminded—intimate. it makes your head spin.
"you don't understand." she murmurs, almost to herself. "then explain it to me." you push desperately, wanting her to finally do something—say something. but all you're met with is silence. you can practically see the battle happening behind her eyes. the conflict. the restraint.
and suddenly you're angry again. "god, you always do this." you say sharply, ripping your wrist from her grasp. "you say just enough to make me stay, and then you shut me out like I'm nothing!"
her expression hardens immediately—borderline defensive. "i'm trying to keep you away from me." she says through clenched teeth. "why?" you push, your voice raising unintentionally.
"because you're a weakness!" she snaps. the words hit like a slap. you stare at her, stunned. sasuke looks almost furious after saying it, jaw clenched tightly enough to hurt, refusing to meet your gaze. but she doesn't take it back.
your heartbeat quickens, and you can't help but feel that you're the closest you've ever been to finally understanding what this is. "because we were best friends?" you ask weakly, hoping—praying—she'll react to the label. give you any indication that it was definitely more.
she sucks her teeth and exhales heavily, looking irritated again. "no. you know i-" she cuts herself off, brows furrowing. "every time i look at you, i-" she tries again.
"you what?" you mumble softly, closing the distance. she steps back, trying to keep her composure, but you don't let her. you back her up against the water tank on the roof, your breathing heavy.
"you make me careless." she says, voice rougher now. "and carelessness won't get me to my goal." she whispers. you groan. "fuck that shit." is all the warning she gets before your mouth is crashing down against hers. she freezes, and you do too, brain fog clearing up. however, neither of you pull away for a moment. and then you jerk back, face burning, feeling nauseous. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-
she grabs you and before you know it, sasuke kisses you like she's angry about it—like she's been holding herself back for years and hates herself for finally giving in. her hand grips your jaw hard enough to make your head tilt back as she presses into you, all sharp desperation and barely restrained hunger. the second your lips part against hers, a quiet sound leaves her throat—almost frustrated, almost relieved.
your fingers clutch at the front of her cloak instinctively, and that seems to make things worse. or better. sasuke pulls you against her hard enough that you stumble, the heat of her body unfamiliar and painfully familiar all at once. every emotion you've buried comes rushing back so fast it makes your chest ache.
you missed her. god, you missed her. and judging by the way she's kissing you, the feeling was never one-sided. sasuke breaks the kiss first. barely. her forehead rests against yours for a second, both of your breaths uneven, her fingers still tight against your jaw like she's afraid you'll disappear if she lets go. you can feel the tension radiating off her in waves.
then reality seems to crash back into her all at once. she pulls away sharply. you stare at her, dazed, lips tingling painfully from the force of it. she looks worse. like kissing you physically hurt her somehow. "...fuck." she mutters under her breath, turning away abruptly.
something ugly twists in your chest at the reaction. "what, you regret it already?" you try to joke, but you just sound hurt, and a little scared. she goes still. the wind howls softly around the rooftops, carrying the distant sounds of laughter and music from somewhere deeper in town. it feels impossibly far away from this.
after a long silence, sasuke says quietly, "no. that's the problem." she runs a hand through her hair roughly before looking back at you, eyes darker than before. vulnerable, somehow. raw in a way you've almost never seen from her.
"when i left," she says slowly, "i thought it'd make things easier." she exhales. you blink. "sasuke-"
"i thought if i cut everything off fast enough, it'd stop mattering." the confession knocks the breath from your lungs. she laughs once under her breath, bitter and humorless. "turns out i was wrong." your heart pounds painfully against your ribs.
two years. two years of wondering if you'd imagined it all while she'd apparently been trying to outrun the exact same thing.
you step toward her carefully this time, like approaching a wounded animal. "you could've told me." you sigh. "i couldn't."
"you didn't even try."
that familiar flash of guilt crosses her face again. for once, she doesn't argue. sasuke has never apologized easily—not with words. even now, standing here under the moonlight with your taste still on her lips, she looks more likely to vanish into the night than admit she'd hurt you.
but her silence says enough. "do you know how angry I was at you?" you ask quietly. "i hated hearing your name. every time someone mentioned you, it felt like..." your voice falters. "i dunno...my throat would tighten up and i felt sick and my chest physically hurt. and i couldn't think about you, because i never knew if you'd felt the same, but i also couldn't get you off my mind. i just- it was maddening." you ramble.
her expression tightens. "i know."
"no, you don't."
"i do."
the certainty in her voice steals the rest of your words.
because suddenly, horribly, you realize she'd probably been hurting too. maybe not in the same way. maybe not as openly. but enough to look at you like this now—like she's standing at the edge of something she wants and fears in equal measure. and unlike you, she was alone. she didn't have anyone these past two years. nobody to distract her, no impromptu visits from concerned friends poorly disguised as casual. she was all alone, carrying not only the weight of whatever this fuckass situation is, but the weight of losing everyone she's ever known. for a moment, you think you might cry.
you don't notice you've moved closer until your hands brush hers. neither of you pull away. "i don't want to make this harder for you." you whisper, though the words feel weak even as you say them. "i can leave..."
"you should." she breathes, the response too quick. "but you don't want me to." you can't help but push. her jaw clenches. the silence answers for her. smiling, you speak again. "you know what's pathetic?" you murmur, eyes searching hers. "i'd probably follow you if you asked."
that clearly wasn't something she expected you to admit aloud. her composure cracks for half a second. and because you're tired—tired of years of uncertainty and tension and half-finished moments—you reach for her face before you can second-guess yourself. sasuke inhales sharply the second your fingers touch her skin.
the reaction alone nearly destroys your self-control. "you still look at me the same way." you say softly. her eyes flicker away, almost shyly. how endearing "...don't." she protests weakly.
"why not?" you murmur, tilting your head. for a moment, she just stares at you. then her arms slide around your neck suddenly, pulling you flush against her again with enough force to make you gasp softly. her self-restraint looks threadbare now.
"you make me want things i can't afford anymore," she breathes against your mouth. before you can respond, sasuke kisses you again—slower this time, but somehow more breathtaking because of it. it's intentional. your hands instinctively slide up beneath the collar of her cloak, fingers brushing warm skin, earning a shudder.
she actually shudders. the realization makes you bite back a giggle, impossibly endeared yet aroused by her reactions. "sasuke..." you breathe against her lips. her eyes close briefly at the sound of her name in your voice.
"just for tonight." you plead. "be mine, and let me be yours. just for tonight. you can leave tomorrow, i just- please." your voice breaks, and your mood is flipping again, eyes filling with tears. you feel pathetic. you want more—you deserve more—than one night, but you'll take anything she's willing to give.
sasuke goes completely still. the wind catches the edge of her cloak, dark fabric shifting around both of you as she stares at you in silence. your words hang painfully between you. you hate how desperate you sound. hate the tears burning your eyes even more.
you try to look away before she can fully see it, embarrassed by your own vulnerability, but her hand catches your jaw gently this time. you know one night won't fix this. it won't undo the years apart or the grief or the resentment twisting together inside you until you can't tell one feeling from the other anymore. tomorrow she'll still be rogue. tomorrow she'll still leave. but right now she's here.
right now, she's looking at you like she wants you just as badly as you want her. and you're weak enough to beg for whatever scraps she'll give you. "don't cry." she says quietly. the concern in her voice only makes it worse.
a shaky laugh escapes you instead. "this is exactly why I shouldn't have come looking for you." you mumble. sasuke's brows pull together faintly. "you shouldn't've." she agrees, but her thumb brushes beneath your eye anyway, catching the moisture gathering there. the contradiction makes your chest ache.
you lean into her touch before you can stop yourself. the moment your eyes flutter shut, she exhales softly like she's losing a battle with herself.
"you shouldn't ask me for things like that," she murmurs. "you deserve someone better than this." you open your eyes immediately. "i don't want someone better. i want you."
for a second, sasuke looks almost angry—not at you, but at herself. like she hates how badly she wants to give in. then your voice breaks again when you whisper, "please." she inhales sharply. "i won't wake up tomorrow and suddenly become the person you want." your throat tightens painfully. "I know." "and you coming with me isn't-"
"i didn't ask for forever." you interrupt softly, even though the words nearly choke you. "i asked for tonight." for a second, she just stares at you. then she kisses you again.
it's slow enough that you feel every bit of yearning she'd tried to bury. every second of hesitation. her hand sliding into your hair carefully, like she's trying to memorize the feeling. your fingers clutch at her waist immediately, pulling her closer with a desperation that makes your chest hurt. she exhales softly against your lips.
when she pulls back, it's only enough to murmur quietly, "there's an inn nearby." heat rushes through you instantly despite everything else tangled inside your chest. you nod once. she studies your face for another long moment after that, gaze tracing over every crack in your composure like she's trying to decide whether this is a mistake worth making.
apparently, it is. because the next thing you know, her fingers are intertwining with yours for the briefest moment before she starts leading you across the rooftops. the gesture is so small, but so familiar.
you remember being younger and wondering what it would feel like to hold her hand properly instead of brushing fingertips in secret where nobody could see. back then, every touch between you felt accidental on purpose. now there's nothing accidental about the way she's keeping you close, and you try to ignore the fact that this'll be short lived.
the inn is quiet when you arrive, dim lanternlight flickering across wooden floors as sasuke secures a room with curt, clipped responses. you linger near the stairs trying not to think too hard about what you're doing. or what tomorrow is going to feel like.
once the door closes behind you upstairs, she turns toward you slowly. she stands near the door for a moment like she isn't sure what to do with herself now that she's actually here. moonlight spills through the window, catching against the sharp lines of her face. she's still watching you carefully.
"you can still leave if you want." you whisper, even though the thought alone makes your chest hurt. her gaze flickers over your face, and then she crosses the room in three quiet steps and cups your face with both hands before kissing you again. you melt into it, letting your worries fall away—just for now. you drape your arms around her neck, pressing your body flush against hers, stumbling backwards until you fall backwards.
you giggle as the both of you hit the mattress, a breathless chuckle escaping her own lips. you break the kiss to look at her for a moment—this gorgeous, amazing woman. you never thought you'd be here, and you're not sure you ever will be again. "you're really pretty." you murmur, cupping her cheek. you see the blush rising up her neck and dusting her cheeks delicately, her gaze turning bashful as she looks away. "stop it." she mumbles.
you chuckle quietly, crawling on top of her, pinning her against the mattress. "i didn't peg you for the shy type." you murmur teasingly, nosing at her jaw. she exhales shakily, tilting her head back, her legs parting around you. "m'not." she protests quietly, moving her head to catch your lips again.
you hum against her mouth, feeling her fingers sliding into your hair as she deepens the kiss, tongues tangling. "i want you." you whisper. you feel her smile into the kiss, and she lets her head fall back.
you start kissing her neck—unsure of what to do, but trying your best to go with the flow and not overthink it. she exhales shakily, her hands smoothing over your back now. "just to make sure...you wanna do this, right?" you murmur.
she nods, cupping your jaw. "i've never done this before." you admit, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "i figured." she responds quietly, a tinge of amusement in her tone.
you huff, kissing her again, slowly starting to tug on the purple rope tied around her. she lets you, body a little tense, but hands pulling at you like she can't stand the thought of you pulling away. the rope comes undone, causing her white robe to fall open and reveal her skin. she's wearing a black chest binding underneath, and nothing else.
pausing, you take in her bare skin, exhaling shakily. "would it be perverted to admit i've fantasized about this before?" you breathe. your eyes flicker back up to hers, expecting to be teased. however, you don't expect to see her looking shy.
her cheeks are dusted with a light pink, eyes not meeting your gaze. a mix of fondness and lust mix inside of you as you pull back, leaning back on your haunches. "sasuke," you whisper. she looks back up at you, gaze still shy, but not bashful.
she sits up, pulling the robe off, tossing it to the side with the rope. you swallow dryly, hands going to her waist, caressing her skin. "tell me if you want me to stop."
she shakes her head, her hands going to your clothes. you let her peel them off, layer by layer, leaving you in just your undergarments. now it's your turn to feel shy, a bashful glint in your eyes as you tug on her pants. she lifts her hips, allowing you to pull them off her.
you crash your lips against hers once again, fingers working deftly to undo the black fabric covering her chest. she lets out a startled sound against your lips, melting into the kiss. when the covering is gone and reveals her chest, you have to hold in a groan.
you two spend the next hour getting comfortable—soft kisses and touches, easing each other into what you desire. finally, finally, your fingers make contact with her heat. if she looked shy before, you're not even sure what adjective to use now. her face is red, gaze lowered, the back of her hand covering her mouth.
"tell me if you want me to stop." you breathe, your fingers finding her clit. although you've never done this with another person before, you are a girl. thinking back to those nights you spent alone in your room, you start rubbing it in tight circles. a whimper escapes her parted lips, hips bucking.
you lay on your side next to her, keeping your fingers moving while you kiss her. she tries to kiss you back but her jaw keeps going slack, and you smile. you keep a slow, gentle pace, wanting to make her feel good. "can i go further?" you murmur. she bites her lip and nods.
you move your hand lower, fingers parting her slick folds. you let your fingers get a feel for her, gently moving along her slit. your finger probes at her entrance, and she tenses a bit. "i've never...touched myself there before." she admits. you hum, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "it's okay. do you want me to skip it?"
she shakes her head, her own hand coming up to cup your face, pulling you into a kiss. you kiss her back, letting one finger slowly sink in. she lets out a slight whine, making you pause—unsure if it's discomfort or something else. however, when she moves her hips a little, you take it as a sign to keep going.
you continue your slow pace, coming to a stop once your finger is all the way in. "i don't really know what'll feel good for you..." you admit, your own nerves beginning to show. she looks up at you, eyes half lidded, chest heaving. before she can speak, you experimentally curl your finger up.
this draws a moan out of her, her hips jerking up. "is that good?" you ask dumbly, a little caught off guard by her reaction—and how your own pussy throbbed at the sound of it. she nods breathlessly, fingers digging into your arm. you start moving your finger, trying to find what rhythm that's good for her.
slowly, more and more moans leave her lips. you can tell she was trying to hold back at first, but as you'd figured out what worked, she finally stopped hiding. you bite your lip, your own clit throbbing. "you gonna come for me?" you breathe, lips ghosting over her neck. she pants out a yes, hips thrusting up to meet your movements.
her hand slides down to messily rub at her clit, and suddenly, she's arching off the bed—eyes shut, head thrown back, her breath fast and desperate. you work her through her orgasm, slowing your fingers to a stop as she goes limp. you slowly pull them out, marveling at the sight of her—at the feel of her.
"was that okay?" you ask. she snorts tiredly, amused by your seemingly ridiculous question. "you talk a lot." she mutters, pulling you into a kiss. her previous shyness is gone, replaced by her desire to return the favor. she kisses you hard, rolling you both over so that you're on your back now.
she continues kissing you while her hand finds your clit, pressing against it with precise movements—a stark contrast to how she was touching herself desperately a few seconds go. you moan into her mouth, fingers tugging at her hair.
mirroring your previous movements, she slides a finger down to your entrance. she slides one in experimentally, giving a few shallow thrusts. you whine, pouting at her. "more.." you breathe. she exhales, a slight smirk on her face as she adds a second finger, using scissoring motions to stretch you open.
"do i..." she trails off, twisting her wrist a little and mimicking your curling motion. "like this?" she asks, earning a moan from you. "fuckkk...yeah, just like that..." you breathe, your head falling back. as she continues to finger you, her thumb rubs at your clit, her mouth attaching itself to your breast. it's a bit clumsy, and you can tell she doesn't have much experience touching herself—let alone others—but it doesn't matter.
she's a fast learner, and she's her. you're sure you could come without her even touching you because of how desperate you are for her. her movements pick up in speed and you're not even embarrassed by the sounds leaving you right now. all you can focus on is her.
her smell, her touch, the press of her body against yours. how her hair is brushing against your skin. the way she's looking up at you. you could just- "i love you." you blurt out through a moan.
she tenses, her movements stilling momentarily before picking back up. she looks conflicted—unsure of if she should play into this fantasy of being yours for the night, or set a boundary so that this won't hurt as much tomorrow.
she chooses to let her silence do the talking, looking away from you and focusing on what she's doing again. you feel a pang in your chest at her answer but ignore it for now, focusing on the fact that you can feel your orgasm coming.
"sasuke- oh fuckfuckfuck...i'm c-close.." you gasp. she continues her pace, burying her face into your neck and littering kisses across it. before you know it, you're cumming, moaning out her name. as your orgasm washes over you, your body relaxes and you let yourself go limp. she slowly pulls her fingers out, bringing them up to her mouth.
blushing, you watch her suck them clean, a smirk on her face. she leans down to press a sweet kiss to your lips, and you pull her down. she lets out a quiet chuckle as she falls flat against you, letting herself enjoy this for now.
you two lay in silence for a bit, just relishing in your proximity. however, now that all is said and done, you can't help the dread that's starting to creep up on you. you don't want the night to end.
"will you wake me up? before you leave?" you ask softly, biting your lip. the reminder of what tomorrow holds makes her eyes harden again and she sighs. "you keep asking so much of me." she mutters. "stop making it harder for yourself."
you huff, brows furrowing. "i'm making it hard for myself? you're making it hard—for both of us! you don't have to do this!" you exclaim. your anger only serves to make her more closed off again, her arms slipping away from you. "you don't understand." she says quietly. as she sits up, you panic. "sasuke, wait-" you try, reaching for her. "you don't understand, and that's exactly why this won't work."
your heart drops at her words. she sighs, shoulders dropping. "i promised you tonight, and i'll give you all of it. but from the moment i open my eyes tomorrow, you'll go back to being nothing to me." she says harshly. you feel tears prick at your eyes, feeling confused and hurt by her sudden coldness.
she looks back at you, guilt flickering across her face. with another sigh, she lays back down, hesitantly cupping your face. "just...don't wait for me. you won't get anything from it."
despite the fact that she's the reason for the tears, you seek out her comfort—leaning into her touch and pressing your face against her shoulder. she wraps her arms around you, pressing her lips to your hair.
your mind swims with things to say, but none of them leave your mouth. it's better to leave some things unsaid, after all. you let yourself melt into her as you slowly start drifting off to sleep, wishing it could be like this forever.
sasuke barely sleeps that night. she can't, for quite a few reasons. she doesn't want the night to be over either, and if she stays up all night, it can last just a little longer. she's also filled with guilt—about how she hurt you, how she spoke to you, how she'll have to leave soon.
in the morning, you're not surprised to find her gone, but disappointment still blooms in your chest. you roll onto your side, staring at the empty bed next to you. pushing yourself into a sitting position, you glance around the room, replaying last night in your mind.
she left no trace, and that hurts more.
a/n: omg that ending was so buns dont kill me guys i got such bad writers block during the smut that i just wanted it to end this was just a whole bunch of nothing but idk i rlly just wanna be manipulated by sasuke as a girl
