cn: slow build, fluff, explicit sexual content. dry humping. masturbation. oral(both receiving). sex. small dirty talk. voyeurism. breeding kink implied. 11 k words
݁.𖥔 fandom: naruto | pairing: sasuke x reader
݁.𖥔 a/n: The request received was been slightly modified; their blood ties are much more distant, considering that the reader will be half Uzumaki, half Uchiha.
After the war, Sasuke was placed on probation. Obliged by Konoha’s village to monitor the threats of the world.
Sasuke didn’t understand at first why Tsunade was the one approaching him and not Naruto. He hadn’t expected her.
She knocked, not out of politeness, but rather as if announcing her presence.
“Oi. Need a minute with you, Uchiha boy.”
Sasuke widened his eyes slightly, nodding in return as she stepped closer inside the cramped prison cell. Tsunade placed a hand over her hip, speaking in a neutral voice. Only then did she realize this must be her first direct, one-to-one conversation with him.
“Kakashi told me you’ll be going on a little trip, protecting the ninja world. Is that correct?”
“Yes.”
Tsunade exhaled heavily, pacing slowly around the room, her gaze wandering without focus.
“Look, I know you don’t even know me, and probably you couldn’t care less since I will no longer be Hokage, and that’s fine by me. Personally, I don’t particularly hold anything against you or your past… Gahh, this is taking longer than I thought.”
Tsunade pressed her fingers between her eyebrows. She had already been warned by his former teammates that he was not the most talkative or expressive man. Raising her head, she looked directly at him, and Sasuke found himself more confused than before by the piercing clarity of her gaze.
“A member, a half of an Uchiha is still alive, aside from those no longer among us.”
Sasuke blinked once. Twice.
“What do you mean? That’s not possible.”
Slightly annoyed, Tsunade clarified.
“Yes, it is. I know her personally, from when I was wandering as a free woman for some years.” She reminded herself that he didn’t really know her, which was one of the reasons his skepticism grew stronger. “Mito Uzumaki, Hashirama’s wife, had a sister. That sister had a child that eventually was with a man named Uchiha Ryuko.”
Sasuke’s heartbeat quickened slightly.
Tsunade raised her eyebrow at the subtle shift in his eyes. His face betrayed little, but his gaze? Almost as if… hope? She couldn’t be sure. She didn’t know him at all.
Turning toward the door, she spoke over her shoulder as she took a step.
“You don’t need to believe it. You’ll find yourself in your solitary journey. I just thought… you might want to know.”
Tsunade didn’t wait for a reply, vanishing the instant she finished her words, making the impact feel almost dreamlike to Sasuke.
Was this a joke?
He would deserve it, as punishment for all he had done. And yet, why would someone lie about something like this? The details were far too specific.
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After several months, Sasuke studied a map beneath a tree, eating an onigiri. While his thoughts prepared for the next expedition, fragments of his mind wandered back to what Tsunade had told him in prison before he left. It was a recurring thought, one he usually buried. He had other priorities… at least, that’s what he told himself, though the instinctive tug of familiarity pressed heavily against his chest.
As his focus drifted from the map before him, a black cat drew his attention, approaching as if in search of affection. His mouth twitched faintly as he reached to pet her gently. Her green eyes were enthralling, almost as if she were speaking to him through them, asking for food.
Breaking his meal in half, he fed her small pieces, watching as she ate from his palm. Yet strangely enough, the cat circled against him before walking a short way down the road to the right, only to return to the same spot—almost as if beckoning him to follow.
Sasuke didn’t believe in superstition, fate, or the energies of the universe. Still, in that moment, he told himself he had no pressing matters, so why not follow a stray cat onto a path he hadn’t intended to tread no longer before this?
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Uzushiogakure. The Village Hidden by Whirling Tides.
The people of Uzushiogakure, as Sasuke had heard, were renowned for their exceptionally long lives, which earned the village the epithet “The Village of Longevity.”
But it no longer resembled its past. Famed for their fūinjutsu, the formidable sealing arts of the village inspired fear among many, ultimately leading to it being targeted and destroyed by other villages. Survivors of Uzushio’s fall scattered across the world to seek refuge.
That’s how Kushina must have met Naruto’s father, right? And perhaps that’s how her mother encountered an Uchiha, if Tsunade’s words were true?
Now, however, the village was rebuilding. The Uzumaki bloodline would not end here, and the remaining descendants had made their home thrive once more.
It didn’t take long for the people surrounding Sasuke to fix their eyes on him—with fear, with disdain, with curiosity. Or perhaps all three at once.
The cat eventually halted in the center of the village, before a larger building. Its entrance bore a San’nō-style torii with the Uzumaki crest displayed on a placard in the middle, four cords fastened to it, tied to the red-painted wood.
Sasuke seemed untroubled by now, almost amused by the absurdity of the situation. Meeting a half-Uchiha… He couldn’t shake the question: If I had met her earlier, would things have been different?
Now Sasuke felt his throat dry, unknown emotions stirring inside him, emotions he had no means of suppressing.
An elderly servant woman, perhaps in her fifties, came into the garden outside, scanning the grounds for her next task. As Sasuke stepped closer to the entrance, she widened her eyes—not from surprise, but as if her glassed had been left behind inside the house, making her struggling to see him better.
“Ee! Who are you, young man?” Her tone was irritable, and Sasuke assumed it was because he had interrupted her. “Do you have an appointment, boy? If not, get out! I don’t have time for stupid games!”
Sasuke hesitated, considering leaving, when another voice interjected.
“Obaa-chan, let the boy come inside.”
Sasuke raised his head, meeting the sharp eyes of a red-haired woman fixed directly on him. She knew who he was, didn’t she?
The older woman only waved her hand dismissively, moving toward the parched plants that thirsted for water on a warm spring day.
Sasuke’s steps were steady, though inside he felt himself cracking. He bowed slightly before the figure in front of him. With her gaze and hair so similar to Karin’s… he would have bet his life she was an Uzumaki. Perhaps the old woman was as well. He didn’t even know exactly how many members of his friend’s clan members were still alive.
Coming in front of her, the woman’s gaze did not intimidate Sasuke’s expression. Her voice remained composed.
“I assume you are here because Tsunade told you. Sasuke Uchiha.”
Meanwhile, your steps were measured, concealing your chakra until you reached the corner. The shrill voice of Obaa-chan was the second thing that caught your curiosity. The first was his chakra. A formidable one. One you hadn’t felt in years, not since childhood. A sharp alertness made your soul tremble.
You murmured a quiet “Fuck” as your head leaned slightly forward, colliding almost immediately with his eyes, forcing you to recoil, leaning against the wall. Your pulse spiked before you deliberately released your chakra since he had already sensed you.
Your friend cast you a side-glance, one hand on her hip, looking more irritated than usual at the man before her, before shifting her gaze to you.
But you couldn’t look at her, no. Your eyes were locked onto the man ahead, pulled by a familiarity that defied reason. As if you already knew him.
Sasuke was astonished, as startled as you, unable to summon a word until your friend disrupted the trance.
“I’ll let you two speak.” She set a hand upon your shoulder, giving you an analytic look before adding, “I’ll send some tea into the visitor’s room.”
You barely nodded. A silence fell upon you both. Your voice was faint, fitting as you measured him with your eyes.
“Do I know you?”
Ironically, Sasuke felt those very words burning on his own lips.
“No.”
His voice was low, unreadable, and his onyx, discerning eyes gave you no escape from the truth.
“I’m [Name]. [Name] Uchiha.”
Standing before him, Sasuke could no longer dismiss this as a fabrication. No. You were real, right there in front of him. You nearly spoke again, pressured by the unbearable tension in the room, but he broke it first, making your eyes widen in shock.
“I’m Sasuke Uchiha. Brother of Itachi Uchiha.”
That wasn’t possible, was it? The fragile bubble in which you had been raised shattered into fragments, scraping against your very existence. Since birth, all you knew was the tale of Itachi’s massacre, leaving none behind. Except you. And well, the shock was already startled you when a small information was given about Madara being alive, Senju’s old ally. The last war had ravaged your people, and only Naruto’s mother’s past kept you from being swept away completely, though the village lay in ruins, your parents among the dead.
You weren’t naive. Tsukuyomi was the strongest force you had ever faced, woven into your fate since becoming an orphan.
“Tea is ready!”
Your friend’s voice pulled you back, breaking the hypnosis Sasuke’s eyes had inadvertently cast upon you.
Leaning into the couch, your sister spoke as you and Sasuke sat across from one another. Seeing your dissociative expression, she felt guilt stir within her.
“[Name].” You barely lifted your head toward her. “Look at me, please. Before… speaking with him, you must remember it was necessary for you not to know. We couldn’t risk losing the few who survived. Your… parents begged us, before… everything.”
Sasuke watched you, a pang of empathy tightening his chest. He knew too well what it meant to live a life in a false reality, the truth hidden by those closest to your heart. He had reacted far worse than you. Still, he could not yet grasp how you and this village had possibly escaped the Infinite Tsukuyomi.
As her friend left, Sasuke hesitantly attempted to speak.
“Ahm…”
You raised your stunned eyes toward him, freezing him in place before your voice commanded, agitated.
“Tell me everything, Sasuke.”
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With your head in your hands, lips bitten, you couldn’t stop the ache behind your eyes.
Sasuke felt he wasn’t the one who should stand beside you in such a vulnerable state, feeling misplaced. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to step away, to abandon you in any form. Sasuke seemed to give you what he himself never had when the truth was unveiled. Someone to resonate with him.
As he sipped the already cooled tea, he thought about how the blood of the most formidable clans ran through you. Perhaps Mito’s sister’s line carried even greater power. but who exactly was your father? He didn’t realize he had spoken aloud until your tearful face lifted from your hands, widening his eyes.
You released a shaky breath, your voice trembling, frayed. You tried to contain yourself.
“Have you ever heard of Kagami Uchiha?”
Sasuke attention was completly on you now, nodding for you to continue.
“He was my father’s grandfather. I was little, maybe five years old, when I met the son of my father’s cousin. Shisui Uchiha.”
Sasuke’s heart clenched. His brother’s closest comrade. The one who ended his own life for the curse of his bloodline.
You arched an eyebrow, curious.
“You know him?”
“I don’t understand how I never knew of your existence. At the very least, seen you.”
His question dodged yours, reaching instead for any anchor to calm his thoughts.
You smiled faintly before answering.
“Your friend… Naruto.” At the name, Sasuke’s muscles tightened. “His mother was killed after he was born. Not long after, the villages feared our clan and our powerful techniques, so the survivors had to… vanish across the world. For me, it was within the Uchiha clan. The problem was, I had no home anymore. First my mother’s village destroyed, and not long after… your brother…”
For some reason, Sasuke felt responsible for your past, though it was his brother who had carried out the massacre, under unbearable conditions.
“My brother didn’t know about you?”
“No. Senju Hashirama and Mito, along with a few of Kagami’s relatives, knew.”
Perhaps it was familiarity, perhaps the shock, but Sasuke couldn’t stop himself from asking further.
“How did you escape the Infinite Tsukuyomi?”
You must have been extraordinarily powerful, bearing the blood of two of the strongest clans.
“My Sharingan awakened earlier, after my grandfathers were killed when our village was destroyed. The Mangekyō was passed shortly after, from my father before he died along with my mother.”
Madara Uchiha once said you needed both Senju and Uchiha chakra to awaken the Rinnegan. Perhaps that was how.
“So from a young age I could summon a complete Susanoo. And… the Rinnegan. As for the Uzumaki’s abilities, Sage Mode was necessary for me to recover faster. My Susanoo is large enough to protect an entire section of the village and its people.”
Sasuke’s mouth fell open, staring at you as though you were a being beyond comprehension, which made your cheeks flush and alerting him he had stared too long.
“I’m sorry. I… I still don’t understand how, for example, Akatsuki never knew of you?”
“My people, skilled in fūinjutsu, received from my parents all they needed to craft a Chakra Suppression Technique. I concealed myself most of the time, sealing it away.”
After several minutes, Sasuke leaned forward on his knees, his bangs veiling his face, whispering.
“I’m sorry.”
You startled at his apology.
“What for?”
“For the truth being hidden from you. I…I know how that feels.”
You swallowed hard, his words cutting deep.
His eyes glimmered slightly as he raised his head, and you still weren’t used to the intensity of his gaze, making your voice falter.
“I’m sorry too… for what happened to you. For carrying alone the burden of our clan’s fate. If I had known before… I would have tried to find you.”
Sasuke’s mouth twitched, almost forming a smile.
“You shouldn’t have. You had to protect the people here.”
“I know, but… but the decision to abstain from a world where everyone fights feels like cowardice now.” Sasuke understood how you felt; as powerful as you were, you could have been a precious ally. “But I don’t think I would’ve restrained myself… maybe I’d have been worse than you.”
Looking at him, you realized that was a mistake. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to judge—”
“It’s fine.”
He cut you off, making it clear he understood without the need for many words. Rising from the couch, you felt an urgency to prolong the moment.
“Where will you be?”
Sasuke froze at the urgency in your tone, looking at you. A blush rose on your cheeks as he sized you up. He cleared his throat, glancing away.
“I need to learn more about this world. To understand what path resonates with the future of my life.”
“Will you return to our village?”
Your voice carried curiosity, perhaps even hope — that now, knowing of each other’s existence, you could build some form of bond.
He looked at you once again, tension forming in ways neither of you could yet name.
“I’ll think about it.”
The answer wasn’t enough for you, but still you nodded. Guiding him to the door, Sasuke looked back over his shoulder. You were closer now, raising your head to meet his gaze, frozen in place.
“Take care of yourself.”
He left at that moment, your voice faint, barely audible as you whispered, “You too.” But Sasuke caught it. Your eyes followed the black cat that had once slept upon the green grass of the garden. Now trailing after him.
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After crossing Bamboo Village and then heading toward the Land of Lightning and Frost Village, Sasuke reached a vulnerable point.
It hadn’t been long since your last encounter, yet his soul had been reconstructing piece by piece. In time, within the Land of Hot Springs, Sasuke’s world began to settle into balance as people recognized him not as an enemy, but as a hero, allowing him to aid them with their internal disputes.
Then, he discovered that war had not been the definition of peace for many. He had never fully believed that either, but it didn’t mean his decision to place trust in Naruto was unfounded. He had, in some measure, compensated for the harm of his past, managing to sever the cycle of hatred by dismantling the conflicts stirred by the multitude of bandits terrorizing the Frost Village.
But the challenge came when, arriving in the Land of Lightning, Sasuke assumed the role of Naruto’s protector in the shadows. Not far after, he learned that in the ruins left behind by Kaguya, global threats would become worse than ever.
Meanwhile, you were no longer the same. The appearance of Sasuke Uchiha had entirely altered your path, demanding immense involvement in the problems of allied villages, striving for collaboration with Konoha to become once more as strong as in the past.
Now, in your office, your mind throbbed over reports sent by the Hokage, Naruto Uzumaki. He seemed rather confident in you after learning from Tsunade who you were, already insisting the two of you should meet as soon as possible.
Your heart beat a little irregularly, recognizing somehow Sasuke’s style of writing. A warning regarding… the Ōtsutsuki clan?
Your eyes widened, the pan falling from your hands. Rising from the chair, you immediately changed into battle attire, rushing past your friend in a blur.
“[Name]?”
“Lock down the village, prepare the defender shinobi. A horrific event is coming soon, and the first target will likely be Konoha. Send them this letter announcing my presence.”
Your friend was stunned as you handed her the details and the letter, fear heightening in her expression.
Before you left, she cried out after you.
“[Name], please be careful!”
You nodded, determination burning in your gaze.
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Arriving, unfortunately, too late, the battle was already at its height. Yet your entrance was extraordinarily historic, making your name heard across the world faster than you had ever expected.
Your eyes were fixed almost entirely on Sasuke, your heart pounding faster from the adrenaline. Their combat chemistry was something else entirely, rumors had not compared to reality. Two truly powerful individuals fighting in a complex symphony of abilities.
Still, you could see the exhaustion in their faces. The situation was at its limit.
When the monster Momoshiki absorbed Kinshiki, he became far stronger.
Sensing the gravity of the situation, your Rinnegan activated instantly. Barely a moment before, you detected a portal forming. Your eyes widened in shock, witnessing live what Sasuke’s reports had described in these past months.
Synchronizing with the rift in space caused by Momoshiki was at the brink of failure, yet you dashed like lightning, reaching it before the portal closed—just after the two had been captured.
You vanished instantly, suppressing your chakra as your hands formed a sealing jutsu.
By the time Sasuke think about how to win, calculating the possibilties, his eyes widened as a strike of familiarity thickened his blood pressure. Naruto turned to Sasuke instantly, searching for answers, before both shifted around.
Your black Susanoo invaded an immense portion of the dimension, forcing Momoshiki to halt his attacks. Concentration was everything as you formed a Chibaku Tensei, not granting him a second to escape, dragging him brutally into the colossal sphere and restricting his movements.
Your eyes opened wide—half a Sage Mode eye and a Rinnegan eye locked onto him. Naruto’s mouth fell open, gasping, and he turned to Sasuke.
“Sasuke, that’s—”
“[Name].”
Sasuke didn’t look at Naruto, only at you. How could you exist?
His eyes narrowed as your Susanoo began forming an immense red blade cloaked in Amaterasu flames. Still, your raised voice made it all the assumptions clear.
“Divine Spiral Susanoo—Rasengan!”
The dimension shook violently, a spiral of incandescent energy flashing like lightning, shattering Momoshiki’s absorption barrier and pulverizing him with an amalgamation of infinite chakra, natural energy, and divine flames.
It was all so shocking, yet not enough to stop Sasuke from noticing your Susanoo disintegrating immediately after the attack, your body collapsing forward, your hair covering your face. Sasuke activated his Rinnegan, instantly dashing to catch you.
“Naruto, come! Now!”
Naruto snapped out of his shock, reality slamming into him, and he followed closely. When Sasuke caught you in his arms, staring at your face, the portal formed behind him. Naruto went through first, then Sasuke carried you through as well.
Naruto barely stood on his feet, while Sasuke was already on his knees, clutching your fragile form tightly. Then, Naruto collapsed beside him, palms against the ground, gasping for breath.
“Holy f-uck, Sasuke—He’s dead?! H-he probably is…”
Of course, Sasuke realized this. Still, he didn’t move, watching closely for any sign of life until your lips parted slightly, your eyes opening, meeting his.
Your voice was pained, breathing slowly.
“Sasuke…”
He himself felt relief wash over him. Such a catastrophic force bound inside such an enchanting, beautiful presence. You.
“Preserve your energy. Our medical shinobi will arrive soon.”
Naruto cursed at the pain boiling inside him.
“Fuck—Hope Sakura’s running here right now. I feel like dying!”
Sasuke’s throat went dry as your mouth curved into the faintest smile, whispering to him.
“I’m glad I see you again.”
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You weren’t really complaining, but it was a little exhausting. Lucky enough, Sakura was pushing Naruto out of the hospital room after he had already asked you far too many questions you couldn’t answer.
“Okay, okay! Sorry! Wait for me, [Name]. We have a looot to talk!”
You chuckled faintly, watching them leave the room. Only for the words to falter at the end.
“For sure, Naruto. I’ll wait for…it.”
Sakura gave Naruto a curious look after glancing at Sasuke, propped against the door. She spoke to him before leaving.
“She’s stabilized now. Naruto already drained her, so let her rest soon.”
Sasuke nodded absentmindedly, arms crossed and eyes on you. His steps were slow before lowering himself into a chair, right in front of you.
You smiled at him, and his heart jumped at the sight, surprising him.
“Hi.”
“Hey.”
Your smile widened a little, before you looked at the ceiling, letting out a much needed breath.
His voice was neutral, though betraying his genuine question.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. You?”
He nodded, catching himself speaking again.
“I’m glad you are.” Your own heart was the one to jump now, especially after his praise followed. “You were…impressive.”
Your cheeks flushed, making Sasuke’s mouth twitch, fighting back a smirk. Not that he had many occasions to assume, but he wanted to think he was the one who made you shy for some reason.
“Thank you. It felt…nice not to hide anymore.
Your eyes locked on him, catching the softening in his.
“Did the Uchiha mansion start rebuilding?”
Sasuke blinked twice. So it was you who had suggested that to the Hokage months ago? His voice didn’t betray how your actions made his soul warmer.
“It’s finished.”
“I hope it didn’t upset—“
“It didn’t.”
He cut you off, and a soft laugh escaped your mouth at his usual, plain words. Sasuke’s muscles tensed hearing the lovely sound.
“I’ll stay a couple more days here, reinforcing the bond with the Konoha village. Could I…stay here?”
The suggestion seemed innocent, obvious. Still, Sasuke’s eyes betrayed him, feeling something he wasn’t ready for. It’s the reality, right? You completely had the right to stay here…with him.
“Of course, if you want! I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or…”
You grew agitated for a second, making Sasuke shake his head, dismissing it.
“Yes. It’s your…home too.”
Sasuke couldn’t quite control himself from matching your smile, even if his showed mostly in his eyes.
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Things were going smoothly between you and Sasuke. A silent bond started forming, even though the unspoken feelings were avoided by both of you.
Still, it melted your heart when, the next morning, you came down into the living room to find two cups of tea freshly made by him.
“Good morning, Sasuke.”
He almost froze, his body not exactly in tune with the resolution that he wasn’t alone most of the time anymore. His hands returned to feeding the cat, pouring the food into her bowl.
“Morning.”
Sasuke’s sleepy, low voice made your stomach tighten. Slowly, though not like you weren’t aware, you started to see Sasuke in a different light.
You sat down on the couch, while Sasuke tried to avoid looking at you too much. Only a glimpse of your puffy, sleepy face and the casual clothes you wore was enough to mess with his head in ways he wasn’t ready to face. He handed you the tea, nodding when you thanked him.
He spoke, after sipping from his own, black cup.
“I’m going on a mission tomorrow morning. I’ll be out today training since it’s going to be a long one.”
“Can I come?”
Your question made his dark eyes lock on you. He shook his head.
“No. It’s a mission assigned to—“
Now you were the one cutting him off.
“To train with you, I mean. I need to go back to my village, since I’m starting to take my role as their leader seriously.”
He felt a little embarrassed. More because he had assumed you wanted to follow him on the mission, but at the thought of you training with him… You, on the other hand, prayed it wasn’t too much, that you didn’t sound desperate to know him better. But his voice half-assured you.
“Okay.”
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On the training grounds, things were rougher for Sasuke. He didn’t want to think of himself as one of those pathetic, foolish men he sometimes saw lusting after beautiful women.
So he forcefully contained himself from letting his eyes wander from your gaze and your strategic moves.
Your training clothes were different from other villages, and you didn’t care too much about them. A completely tight dark-purple outfit overall, except for the middle of your stomach where a bandage supported your abdominal muscles. The sleeves were short and tight on one side, long to the fingertips on the other, with both shoulders bare, and only a slit running down the arm of your dominant side, where the suit was clasped at the neck. On top, you wore a black skirt woven into the fitted suit, with two more white bandages supporting your thigh muscles.
You looked good. Sasuke tried to dissolve the not-so-platonic way of seeing you, normalizing it in his head as a human reaction, an irrelevant one.
But for you? Things weren’t exactly the same. As he took off his black cloak, the one that gave him a mysterious air, your eyes admired him unashamedly. The color was nearly pure black, from the straight trousers to the shirt strapped with a black belt at the waist, only the white bandages at his thighs contrasting. His spiky hair was longer than the last time you had seen him, covering half his eye.
He was so beautiful. Annoyingly beautiful, and it had been remarkable from the beginning.
After stretching that felt far longer than it really was—probably from the invisible tension, felt only when your glances clashed, short and stolen, as you each stretched—you smirked, balancing on one leg at the back and bending the one in front slightly.
“Come on, Uchiha. Show me what you got.”
Sasuke’s mouth twitched as he stepped into a fighting stance as well.
Your eyes widened when you dashed toward him, but his speed already placed him behind your back, forcing your body to turn sharply, your leg rising in the air to block his strike.
You flipped back, landing lightly, smiling more at him, until it was your turn to charge, making Sasuke follow you with rapid movements, activating his Sharingan along with the Rinnegan, instantly blocking your fist with his hand, your knuckles trembling against his palm. Your eyes locked on his red ones, grinning as you did the same.
You moved much faster with Sage Mode, balancing your weaker taijutsu with chakra control, but Sasuke’s Sharingan combined with the Rinnegan was far more powerful. You knew that. So, even though you read each other’s moves swiftly, you couldn’t touch him. And Sasuke seemed purely defensive. Because no, he didn’t want to strike you at all.
“Aww, Uchiha is playing defensive? Such a protective soul!”
Your teasing made Sasuke’s eyes furrow, adrenaline coursing heavier in his veins. The Uzumaki blood surely ran through you. You provoked him, and he wouldn’t disappoint.
His strikes became precise, faster, forcing you to pay closer attention as he moved in and out, while your body spun in circles, dodging each one. You felt his warm breath escape harshly on your neck, before sharply turning back toward the phantom of his presence.
At some point, you dropped low, slipping from his reach, making him distance himself as he dodged the punches and kicks that followed. He gripped your ankle midair, your eyes widening before you twisted your leg in a smooth pirouette, breaking free of his grasp.
It was fun while it lasted—Sasuke’s taijutsu proved incomparable to yours. The fight felt longer, but in truth, it lasted barely half an hour, until your back leaned too far while dodging, unbalancing you and losing a precious moment. Sasuke seized the chance, making the ground tremble beneath your feet, and you fell with a startled yelp. But the impact never came—his hand caught your back, the other gripping your arm, pulling you against him.
At least it was a win that you weren’t the one breathing heavily. Feeling each other’s breaths against your skin, your eyes locked on Sasuke. He dragged you up after you pouted a little, speaking in a dry, whispered voice.
“I lost.”
His hand left yours, and you already missed it, glancing down at them for a second. Sasuke didn’t realize, speaking only once you raised your head toward him.
“Not bad.”
You rolled your eyes, answering in a playful voice.
“What else could you say…”
Yes, maybe he bested you in taijutsu and strategy with his ocular combination in a simple spar. But maybe he didn’t realize that your lack of experience was the only thing keeping your overwhelming powers—surpassing even him and Naruto—from tipping the scales. Maybe he would tell you in time.
For now, he was caught in the trap of your eyes, which unconsciously soothed him. Though tense, Sasuke didn’t flee like he used to from uncomfortable situations—he was far more curious now. Even if he still avoided those where he felt out of control. The ones with you.
You stretched your arms, walking ahead, and Sasuke instantly looked away when your curves were highlighted in the scene in front of him.
Speaking over your shoulder, you asked him.
“Do you want to eat something?”
He grabbed his cloak from the wooden post before following you, nodding.
“Where’s your cat?”
“At home.”
You gasped dramatically.
“You locked her up!?”
He grunted, speaking unfazed.
“She follows me everywhere.”
Raising your head in fake distress, you chuckled.
“She’s your guardian! Of course she follows you everywhere!”
He rolled his eyes, and you nudged him playfully. As he fought a smile, Sasuke wondered if his little guardian had also brought you into his life, to make it far warmer than he ever thought it could be.
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While you were at Ramen Ichiraku, your mouth was full of noodles. Sasuke looked at the excitement in your eyes as you spoke with your mouth still full.
“So good!”
Definitely Uzumaki blood running through your veins. He gave you an annoyed glare when your chopsticks stole his narutomaki from his own soup.
“What? You have this extraordinary restaurant at your disposal!” The owner smiled gently, and you bowed, pressing your hands together in gratitude. You put it back in his soup, but Sasuke didn’t hesitate to stop you, placing it again into your bowl. You gave him an aggravated look and he snorted, before speaking.
“Take it already. I don’t want it.”
“Then why complain about it, huh?”
You slurped more noodles as the conversation flowed on.
“I don’t like sharing.”
A flashback of his very first mission of friendship with Team 7 flickered in his mind—when he had shared his meal with Naruto.
Your voice was muffled, mostly focused on your food.
“…Spoiled Uchiha man…”
“What did you say?”
“Nothing.”
You kept eating, and only when you eventually looked at his face could he see a hint of happiness in your pretty eyes.
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The walk home was quiet, the weight of the day somehow settling over your shoulders, leaving you both in silence until you reached the house. While he hung his cloak on the rack, you went to prepare some tea.
“Tea?”
“No.”
Your face fell, and Sasuke somehow felt bad about it? Maybe that was why he explained himself—a thing he was not used to doing.
“I…I’ll go sleep. First thing in the morning I’ll leave.”
“Oh, yes. Sorry, for a second I for—”
You couldn’t finish the sentence, your heart tangling your thoughts as a feeling of longing overcame you. Translated, it simply meant you didn’t want him to go.
Sasuke, on the other hand, felt his body weigh heavier, too aware of the blood pulsing through it. He didn’t know what to say, because somehow even common parting words felt too plain. You saved him when you spoke first.
“Please, take care on the mission.”
Please? The pleading word stirred something in Sasuke. As though you truly cared for his well-being. He could admit—he hadn’t liked the idea of you nearly leaving this world a few days ago, after he had just found you. Sasuke didn’t realize he hadn’t answered until you spoke again.
“How long will you be away?”
He estimated, based on the dangerous activities he had discovered…
“Months.”
“Months?!”
His eyes widened at your surprised expression. You cleared your throat, looking away and biting your lip, and when he saw you seemed ready to withdraw from the conversation, he felt a sudden impulse to do something—to say anything.
“[Name].”
You gave him a side glance, as his steps came closer to you.
“Yes?”
“You’ll be a great leader. Maybe…this time I’ll pass through your village, to see how strong it will become with you beside them.”
Your cheeks flushed instantly, and Sasuke melted at the sight. His eyes softened and and almost like the moon slipping through the partially drawn curtains, they glimmered with something more.
“Don’t say that…maybe I won’t succeed.”
His response came quicker than even his heartbeat.
“I doubt it.”
You swallowed, nodding slowly, your shy expression still present.
He looked at you once more before stepping back.
“Good night, [Name].”
Giving him a short, saddening smile, you replied softly.
“Night, Sasuke…”
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Far too much time had passed; you could no longer even recall his face vividly without the aid of the picture you kept of him in the Uchiha house, where he was…so young. And adorable.
Everything in the village moved forward, though more exhausting than before and burdened by greater tension, given the lurking threats. For now, no alarming report from Sasuke had reached Naruto to stir panic among the people.
With a weary sigh, you placed the framed photograph face down.
Startled by a sudden noise, you turned your eyes toward the door. Behind it, someone’s chakra radiated, unfamiliar.
Opening the door, your eyes widened slightly.
Shikamaru, Naruto’s assistant, stood before you. His expression remained composed, which eased your unease at first.
“Oh, hello? Shikamaru.”
He nodded, dismissing your assumption with a measured tone.
“Naruto asked for you.”
Naruto was biting his nails, his hands hidden within his cloak, the white fabric embroidered with red flames cascading down his back. He turned toward you the moment you entered his office.
Rubbing the back of his head, he smiled.
“Hello, [Name]. Hah, good to see you this early in the morning.”
You furrowed your brows, sensing unease.
“Naruto? What happened?”
He smiled briefly, pacing across the room.
“You see, I haven’t received a report from Sasuke in…quite some time.”
Your eyes widened.
“What do you mean?”
“Well…I suspect perhaps Momoshiki was not the only greater threat, and Sasuke might be trapped somehow or…”
Your heart sank as you analyzed his words.
“You want me to go after him?”
He shook his head, gesturing with one hand.
“No, no. I simply need confirmation that for now, we remain in control of our world and that we will not be caught unprepared. And of course, whether Sasuke is still…”
You stormed out of his office. No. It was not possible for Sasuke to be dead. Right? He was too strong to fall like that.
Returning to your village, preparations began the next morning to seek any trail of Sasuke.
Meanwhile, Sasuke himself was lost in excessively complex pursuits, searching relentlessly for traces of the Kaguya clan. Still, he had failed to send any report for some time—because once again Sasuke had encountered another member of the clan and had chosen to confront Kinshiki, to test him.
Returning home carried but one priority: to see you first. He did not consider it irresponsible; if the matter had been graver, requiring Naruto’s immediate attention, he would have gone to him. But this time…
He was, however, shocked when he descended to earth and your chakra was already so near that he had no need to search for you.
Sasuke only noticed you at the end, after hearing your voice and turning around. His arms rose instinctively just as yours wrapped around him, hugging him tightly with your head pressed against his chest. It was impossible not to notice his pulse quickening beneath your touch. Still, it felt wrong for him not to respond, so…hesitantly he put his arms around you.
The world seemed to stop for you, relief washing over every nerve, though you could feel his body tense, his heart pounding violently against you. You lifted your head from his chest, looking at him anxiously. But when his eyes met yours, everything you wanted to say or ask froze, swallowed by the unfamiliarity of being held in his unpracticed embrace.
“What happened?”
“Well, t-they said…Naruto said it was a dangerous mission and he didn’t hear from you, and he didn’t tell me anything, and my people couldn’t find even a trail, and I thought maybe they had sent you to another dimension and—”
Your rambling stopped the moment you saw it. His smile. A faint one.
You pulled away slightly, pushing at him.
“Don’t smile! I really panicked for your life!”
His smile widened, and it made it hard for you to keep a serious expression. Sasuke truly looked at you then, and it made your skin prickle, your blood pressure rise, suffocating you. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t move at all—and you weren’t sure you wanted to, curious enough to face his unrelenting gaze.
You gasped softly when his hand lifted slowly, cupping your cheek. Your heartbeat thundered, your body burning from the inside as Sasuke’s eyes traced every line of your face. When his thumb brushed your lip, they parted instinctively at his almost teasing touch.
Sasuke himself felt his heart tremble, but he knew he couldn’t wait forever for courage to form. He wasn’t blind—he knew you cared for him this way too.
He leaned in, and you felt the warmth of his breath, cool with mint, brushing over your lips. His mouth tilted as your eyes fluttered shut, your lips silently inviting.
You hummed when his soft lips met yours, your legs faltering as you gripped his blouse for support. Sasuke kissed you slowly, disarming you, making you weaker in his presence than you had ever been. His hand pressed firmer against your cheek, deepening the kiss, and you opened your mouth to him, letting his lips slip inside, tasting him.
He was stunned when a different sound escaped you—a sound of pure pleasure as he continued. It was addictive, unbearably addictive, almost impossible to stop. You nearly whined when he pulled back, a thin string of saliva still connecting you. You leaned toward him again, but his firm hold on your cheek kept you still. He looked into your eyes, both of your breaths shattered.
And in his eyes, it was confirmed. You weren’t the only one falling in love.
Still, Sasuke wasn’t ready for the way you were.
When you arrived at the Uchiha mansion, Sasuke froze the moment you barely crossed the door, shutting it behind you—only for you to hug him from behind, your head resting against his back.
“[Name]?”
“I’m sorry. I missed you.”
You’d be the death of him, saying things like that so openly from now on.
He placed his hands over yours, unclasping them from his front after a second too long. Then, as you came to his side with a pout, Sasuke brushed a strand of hair away from your face. He struggled to respond, able only to show affection in small gestures like this—along with the faintest smile.
His focus shifted then, nose twitching slightly. When had you had the time to cook?
Answering the unspoken question, you said,
“I…stay here sometimes when I come to Konoha. It would be surprising if it’s still warm, I made it two hours ago.”
Sasuke felt something stir inside him. He couldn’t remember the last time someone close to him had cooked for him. He didn’t even know how to feel. Worthy? Grateful? Guilty?
When he said nothing, you busied yourself with setting the table, overthinking if maybe it was too much from the beginning.
With your back to him, you murmured,
“Sorry if you don’t like it. I just assumed you’d need a hot meal, since last time you went with those food bars and they taste horrible and—”
Your eyes widened when Sasuke came behind you, his head lowering into the curve of your neck, hidden by your hair.
“Thank you.”
Both of his hands rested on your hips, his fingertips burning against your skin. You nearly dropped the plate when he placed the faintest kiss on your cheek before leaving to change.
You stared after him, flabbergasted, as he walked up the stairs, his long black hair hiding the blush on his face.
Fuck. I’m so in love with him.
Still, it was not the most fitting time for him to leave again. You were irritated, profoundly irritated, when he entered your room, knocking just after you had dressed.
At first, your heart softened at how domestic he appeared, clad in black shorts and a darker-toned blouse serving as a shirt.
Second, his impenetrable tone shattered your fragile hopes. Soon you had to return yourself to the village, and a few more days would not have harmed.
“[Name]?”
You sat on the edge of the bed, smiling faintly at him.
“Yes, come in.” He closed the door, approaching with hesitation. You sensed the tension before he even spoke. “Sasuke?”
“I need to leave in two days.”
You whispered, shocked.
“No fucking way…”
Then, after a minute, thinking about the little rime — you rose abruptly from the bed, gesturing with irritation. “It feels as if you are the only one they send so relentlessly!”
A shameful sting pierced your chest. Once again, too soon for him to witness you in such a vulnerable state of mind. Especially when it was about him. You sat back down, gaze lowered, legs moving restlessly. “I…I mean…forget it. I am sorry. I should be grateful we meet at all, that we even share this much…”
For Sasuke it was indeed too soon, far too soon to withstand the torrent of emotions raging within him, seeing you unsettled because…you desired him that much? It was disquieting in countless ways. Sometimes he felt he could scarcely breathe near you, suffocated by the caring you had for him.
And yet, simultaneously, Sasuke felt himself mending, mending from the scars of his past, astonished by you. You already knew his history, the tragedy of his clan, and you resonated with it. You were powerful, breathtaking, a beautiful woman who impossibly chose to like him.
You swallowed, your throat parched as your lips glistened. Silence was natural to him, it usually did not disturb you. But now, it seemed like confirmation of the conclusion that tormented you. But it was far from the truth.
Sasuke tilted your face toward him, cupping your cheeks before claiming your lips.
His intensity—his presence, his touch made you gasp, every nerve in your body consumed by the need for him close. In any form.
After the first shock, you answered with equal urgency. He drew you nearer, pressing his hand to your back, and you moved instinctively into his very soul. He broke from your lips for an instant, startled when you climbed onto him, straddling his lap with your legs curved around him.
He looked at you—your gaze vulnerable, tender, yet laced with a restless, vicious spark that screamed of need. Need for him.
You leaned over, arms circling his shoulders, one hand tangled in his spiky hair as your lips crashed onto his again. He parted his mouth wider, allowing you in, your tongue caressing his, making Sasuke seize your hips, careful still not to lose restraint.
He shifted further into the bed, leaning against the wall to steady you. You savored him, aroused by the heat radiating beneath you, daring to grind against him. Sasuke gasped.
That only compelled you further, kissing him rougher and rougher. One hand dragged you closer against him, while the other gripped your thigh.
“I like you so much.” You whispered against his lips, biting one softly. “So much I cannot even breathe near you.”
Sasuke’s heartbeat thundered violently, his mind consumed, intoxicated, every rational thought eclipsed by you. It took him minutes to gather the strength to stop you, especially since he was already painfully hard.
“[Name].”
“Mhm?” You nestled into his neck, kissing softly.
He nearly cursed to himself. Sasuke restrained your hips, halting your movement. You lifted your flushed face, your breath burning against his.
His cracked, deep voice made you ache between your legs.
“Let’s…stop.”
“Why?”
You scattered kisses beneath his chin before stealing another from his lips. His gaze immobilized you, awakening the realization that it was too rushed. Like you had lost all control. You buried your face in his chest, trying to steady your breath.
Sasuke’s hand stroked your hair after a while, his eyes wandering to a random corner of the room. His tone sounded calm at first, until you caught the faint tease.
“And to think you once blushed at things far more innocent than this. You deceived me.”
A soft laugh escaped him when you pressed your head deeper into his chest, muttering “Shut up.” Perhaps it was the first time you had heard his laugh. He should laugh more. Or maybe not. Since your heart was pounding so violently against your ribs.
Your muffled voice broke the silence.
“I am sorry about before. I treasure every moment with you. Maybe…a little too much.” You chuckled faintly.
His lips curved into a quiet smile, even though you could not see it.
“No need for apologies. I understand.” He tilted your chin upward, making you look into his dark eyes. “We shall see how we manage in the future. For now…it is harder.”
You nodded with that tender, fragile expression and he leaned in to kiss you briefly.
He would be the death of you.
It was the first night Sasuke slept with you in his arms.
In the morning, his own heart ached as he looked at your drowsy figure before leaving once again.
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Melancholic enough, Sasuke’s cat awakened you by licking your face. You groaned, shifting to the other side before slowly opening your eyes and meeting her green gaze. You blinked twice, then turned to find the bed empty, a hollow ache returning—until your eyes fell back on the cat and you stroked her softly.
It was understandable that Sasuke could not take the cat with him, considering she did not even belong to your dimension. Still, you wanted to believe that his cat liked you, accepted you, even if she might have woken you simply to be fed.
Sitting at the edge of the bed, thinking all these past months, you realized you had no idea how long these things would last.
You possessed the Rinnegan. You could travel with him too, couldn’t you?
Naruto had been a little hesitant, but Shikamaru reassured him that you didn’t need to remain with Sasuke constantly—you could leave whenever you wished. Thus, your village was coordinated through Konoha as well, and your friend appreciated the trust you placed in her to act as your substitute.
Fortunate indeed, yet Sasuke was still on earth after this past months. The Land of Sound. Or maybe he traveled back for some days. You didn’t know.
You remembered him once speaking about his past. Something about this place seemed…familiar? But you lacked the knowledge to recognize it as Orochimaru’s former hideout.
Sasuke froze, his eyes widening as he turned behind him.
“What are you doing here?”
You teased him.
“Not even a ‘hello’? How are you? Did you sleep well?” You chuckled before adding, “Lucky your cat kissed me this morning, since my lover didn’t for so long…”
Sasuke stepped closer, locking eyes with you, a faint blush on his face.
“[Name].”
You smiled at him.
“I suppose you could say I’m a shadow leader for my village too.”
“I’m not a leader.” He furrowed his brows. “Does anyone know about this?”
“Yes. Shikamaru agreed, and eventually Naruto agreed as well.”
Sasuke thought that if Shikamaru had accepted, then there must be matters you were aware of more keenly than even him. Two Rinnegan users were far too vital for the shinobi world. Still, Sasuke couldn’t help but be unsettled by another thought, though he could not bring himself to say it directly.
“It’s dangerous.”
You raised an eyebrow, your lips twitching.
“And? Am I a weakling to you?”
His weakness? Yes. A weakling? Never.
“No.”
You raised your hand, caressing his cheek.
“I can protect myself, Sasuke. At most, we can defend each other as a team. But you shouldn’t be afraid of me standing at your side. Perhaps we’ll even do some training for my poor taijutsu so you’ll feel more comfortable with that.”
He closed his eyes at your touch, murmuring softly.
“I know you can protect yourself.”
When his eyes opened, they locked with your serious gaze.
“It’s just that you’ll likely be on missions as often as before. I can’t predict the future, so I don’t want to wait for something that may never come. The present is more important than anything.”
“What about the village? They need their leader.”
“That’s why I’ll be working less than you. I can return anytime I wish.” You kissed his cheek, winking as if boasting, and Sasuke smirked, watching as you walked ahead of him, preparing your place to sleep for the night.
He knew tomorrow and the day after he would have to plan carefully for the months to come.
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Woken early in the morning, the day ended sooner than you expected. You even had time for a small taijutsu training in which…you lost again.
After eating, unfortunately those sticks with horrible taste because you couldn’t find anything better around, Sasuke left at some point while you were preparing your evening routines. At least his cat is eating much better than you two, your friend taking her at the home in your village.
It was still daytime, but between the rocks, the light wasn’t very strong.
With slightly weary steps, Sasuke headed toward the waterfall, part of a secluded area where you were, used for physical and concentration training, close to Orochimaru’s underground base.
Sometimes he regretted stopping you then.
Thinking that it was far too fast, far too much for him, and that…you both have enough time.
Yet Sasuke no longer focused on such needs. Ignoring his primal instincts and yours in the process without intent . It’s not as if he didn’t notice how you sometimes looked at him, although in brief moments, the situation was inappropriate for such things, given that shinobi’s world problems consumed both of your time.
Still, he allowed himself today to relax by sparring with you. And through relaxation, Sasuke’s mind drifted elsewhere, recalling once more how lucky he was to have you. And…feeling again the strong attraction he had for you. Especially seeing you again in that outfit that drove him mad enough if he concentrated too much on it.
He gasped, feeling the water cascading down his body and mostly his hair. His white blouse was off, only his training shorts still untouched.
Unconsciously, Sasuke’s relaxed mind began to replay your last intimate moment. Feeling your touches burn on his body as if he were back in the moment when he saw how much you desired him.
He wasn’t that kind of person, no. But his logical side had told him before it started that you weren’t here at the moment; you had just left on a small expedition into Orochimaru’s hideout to see where he had spent part of his adolescence. And the other, less rational part, told him it wasn’t the moment to ask you for such things… your minds should have been focused solely on work.
He need to take care of himself, to remain in control without letting his desires interfere with the seriousness and rigorous self-discipline he always forced himself to maintain.
So when his hands slowly wandered over his abdomen, moving toward the area he needed to touch, already aroused by the thoughts he had of you, Sasuke’s breath quickened as he gripped his clothes, moving his hand over his hardness.
It wasn’t the time to be slow; his hands slipped into his shorts, stroking himself and spreading his precum, feeling how his muscles responding, chasing the pleasure more and more. He gripped himself thicker as his movements turned faster, perhaps because he didn’t want to be caught in such a pathetic moment.
Sasuke felt himself throbbing in his hand, imagining over and over you moaning his name with your lovely, flustered face. He was too close, too stressed to finish, so he didn’t notice you almost let him know you are here, calling him after you had finished your mini-expedition.
His name burned on your lips before seeing the scene in front of you. At first, you assumed he was just taking his time, calming his nerves under the water. Your eyes widened when his heavy breaths betrayed him.
Is he…?
His cheeks were already flushed, just like yours as you saw him touch himself. At first, you felt your own body heating up, aroused. Then you couldn’t stop yourself from moving toward him with slow steps, a pang of sadness because…why didn’t he come to you?
Still, your anxious thoughts disappeared when Sasuke stilled. He was mortified, sensing your presence.
“Sasuke.”
He slipped his hand from his shorts, the embarrassment hitting him hard, making his cheeks flush and hiding his face behind his bangs while leaning toward the waterfall.
He murmured after the sudden silence, restraining his voice.
“It’s not…what you think.”
Your whispering, seductive voice made him glance toward you as you approached.
“Isn’t it?”
Widening his eyes in surprise as he saw the prominent desire in your gaze, he gulped, hiding his face. You’re not…judging him?
His mouth parted, gasping when you out your hands over him, leaning your head over his naked back
“You’ll get wet…”
You smiled even if he didn’t see it, start moving your hands gently over him. He twitched in his pants when you replied to him.
“Already am.”
You lifted your head, urging him to turn around. He wanted to disappear, burying himself underground in embarrassment, but he couldn’t avoid your gaze anymore.
You rose slightly on tiptoe, whispering against his mouth.
“You have no idea how much you aroused me…seeing you like that.”
He looked over your face for a second too long, feeling the tension burning as he couldn’t stop himself from leaning in, meeting you halfway in a kiss. You moaned, and Sasuke felt like he was going insane, drawing you even closer. His muscles tensed as your hands began caressing his chest, giving him goosebumps, making him unable to fully respond to the kiss. You smiled, lowering your voice.
“Can I touch you, Sasuke?”
He couldn’t respond in words, only pressing his kiss more roughly, slipping his hands under your head and pulling you closer in a messy kiss. Your hands went over his pants, making you gasp at how hard he was and how big he seemed, your thighs tightening at the thought.
You slipped your hand urgently into his pants, even under his shorts before finally touching him, and Sasuke groaned against your lips.
Your own mouth parted as you started stroking him, spreading his precum along his tip.
“What has got you like this?”
His knees buckled as your moves grew faster, gripping him more tightly, causing the confession to escape him when his eyes darkened with sensual intensity at you.
“You.”
Damn. That made you even wetter.
You bit your lips, suppressing desperate moans, focusing instead on something seemingly innocent.
Sasuke panicked as you knelt before him, placing his hands on your shoulders in an attempt to lift you, but you did not relent.
“[Name]—“
Your hands teasingly ventured below his pants, caressing him gradually toward his thighs.
“I want to. I truly want to, Sasuke…”
The sight of you in that position left Sasuke painfully hard. He could not refuse your yearning expression, so he simply nodded, widening your smile.
Carefully, you drew down his pants, along with his shorts, and Sasuke turned instantly, licking his lips, too shy to meet your gaze directly.
He clenched his fists instantly, twitching beneath your hands as you began touching him again, admiring him. You felt your cheeks flush. His form was flawless for you—a straight, big dick, veins highlighted by the reddish hue of blood flow, his tip slightly swollen.
You could not resist his scent, pressing your lips around his tip, tasting him. His predominantly healthy lifestyle had yielded its benefits, urging him to take more of his dick from his taste. Your tongue swirling eagerly, making Sasuke’s head lean back, utterly at your mercy.
His groans as your mouth swallow him made your pussy ache. Even knowing his extreme self-control, you longed to hear more of his sounds.
When you moved deeper, hollowing your cheeks and bracing yourself on his thighs, Sasuke’s breath faltered. Finally looking down, his eyes widened at the precision of your movements.
You drew him out momentarily, your hand still working him as you have him a put.
“Do you like it? I want to hear you more…”
He cursed himself as you took him once more, gazing at you while your throat stroked him. He stuttered, feeling utterly pathetic.
“I-I do…Fuck—“
But when he felt the vibration around his dick caused by your moan, he realized it aroused you so intensely that you could barely refrain from touching yourself.
“[Name]…”
Sasuke called your name more, astonished as you began sucking him roughly, even gagging slightly when he reached the back of your throat. His hands instinctively threaded through your hair, lightly gripping it in a ponytail, though you were guiding all the actions.
“S-stop…” Flattering your movements, you scann his face for discomfort before you felt himself throbbing in your mouth. “I can’t last any…longer.”
His groans intensified as he saw your wicked smile, while you continued your pace, cupping his dull balls to hasten his orgasm. Sasuke assumed you would not want him to…
But you want exactly just that.
His eyebrows furrowed, eyes closing as he could not resist, spilling inside your mouth while pressing you closer, ensuring you swallowed everything, avoiding any mishap.
Barely realizing what had happened, his dick fucked your mouth deeper as he released himself, letting you stay still until he finished.
He withdrew instantly, checking if you were okay, guilt washing over him as you coughed. Then you began licking him again, cleaning him before wiping your chin, some of his cum staining your chin and lips.
Sasuke felt lightheaded, catching his rough breaths, unable to take his eyes off you. He looked beautiful, so beautiful that you already desire his taste again.
Yet, you could not protest when Sasuke leaned down, gripping your head urgently and finding your lips, lifting your body in the process. The thought of tasting him himself made him feel uneasy, but more pressing was the intensity of his desire. You deserved everything…everything he could give you.
He kissed you with such longing that you could not conceal your surprise as he guided you toward the first wall near the waterfall, supporting your back as he raised your leg. His other hand rested on your cheek, fingertips brushing the back of your ear.
He dominated your mouth and you barely managed to speak as his lips pressed and licked yours.
“Sasuke, what—“
Now he was the one kneeling, he held you as your chest heaved, your body pliant under his control. With the leg over his shoulder, he gripped the other one.
“I need to make you feel pleasure too.”
You stammered as your hips buckled into his grip, causing him to tighten it.
“Y-yes?”
“Mhm.” He drew your training skirt upward, caressing your legs over the clothing, before pulling them down entirely. Seeing your damp underwear inflamed his desire. “It has been far too long.”
Your legs quivered, grateful that he supported most of your weight; otherwise, you could not have maintained your stance as his warm mouth kissed your pussy over your clothing.
“F-fuck…”
He glanced at you before resuming his ministrations, sliding your panties aside with his fingers to see you. You covered your face in embarrassment, witnessing him between your legs, Sasuke’s lips twitched. So pretty.
Sasuke only kissed your pussy briefly before lowering his head further, pressing against your thighs. You gasped at the pain, his teeth marking you just enough to blend pain with the already arousal. Sasuke really wished to admire his marks longer on you, but he couldn’t make you wait this much.
He placed his other hand on your ass and hoisting your leg over his shoulder more, burying his face between your legs and forcing you onto tiptoe so you could not fully sit on his face.
Yet Sasuke remained indifferent, hearing you moan his name as he began eating you out. He groaned at your sweet taste like a starved man, gripping your hips and pressing you himself over his mouth.
“Sasuke, fuck…I can’t— It feels so fucking good…”
Slurping all the wetness you gave him, he did not relent, allowing you to grind you rougher over his tongue, wanting to make you cum.
You grasped his hair tighter, and Sasuke locked eyes with you, sensing your orgasm approaching when he managed to slip his hand between your legs, pushing a finger inside you as you squeeze him instantly. He stretched you open along with his tongue, adding another one sooner.
With tears in your eyes, you whimpered at him. Seeing your motions slowing down, he helped you by rolling your hips over his tongue before licking and sucking around your clit.
You no longer resist, screaming and leaning your back as he held both legs to stabilize your vulnerable body when you start cumming over his face.
His tongue continued until your cries faded and you had to plead him to stop due to heightened sensitivity.
Only then did Sasuke lift his head, letting you down slowly as you caught your breath. Hands braced against the wall with your mind empty, focused solely on Sasuke with his swollen lips and chin glistening from you.
He kissed your skin, leaving warmth in return, leaving all his affection over your body.
Raising himself, he slipped a hand under your shirt, caressing your needy breasts until he found your lips again. He bit your lower lip, dragging it slowly, murmuring against your lips.
“I’m sorry for making you wait…” You barely comprehended his words, feeling only his touch, only his mouth on your neck as you sought closeness. “I should have touched you sooner.” He nipped your neck, squeezing your breasts simultaneously over the shirt. By now, all your body bore his marks.
He teased your buds slightly before cupping your breasts firmly, eliciting gasps into his mouth. You shivered, desire overwhelming you.
“I crave you s-so much, Sasuke. Please, I want you now…Mhmm!”
He halted your pleading as his hips instinctively pressed against you, leaning down to kiss you again. He gripped your training top, helping remove it until you were entirely exposed before him.
You drew your legs together in shyness, but when you lifted your hands toward your breasts to hide them too, Sasuke captured them, pressing them to the wall.
He devoured you with his intense gaze, whispering against your lips.
“Don’t hide from me. You’re beautiful.”
Your eyes softened, limbs trembling at his rare praise. He removed his pants himself, taking his dick in hand, already erect. Lowering himself, he lifted your legs over him more, positioning near your pussy.
You entwined your arms around his shoulders, legs wrapped around him with your head slightly above his. He whispered again, eyes conveying all the love he felt as his tip began filling your pussy.
“My beautiful woman…”
Both of your mouths parted, yours in response to the ache, his for the perilous threshold he should not cross so soon, lest he spill himself too swiftly within you.
He moved languidly, eyes fastened to your expression, halting almost in dread of harming you, with how tightly you clenched around him before you managed to speak.
“Move, Sasuke…”
Sasuke’s dick began to sink deeper, slowly at first, attempting to shape your pussy around him as you felt him reach unthinkable places, pressing against your belly from the angle, tears streaming freely down your face.
He could not surrender to his own rapture—not until your cries shifted from anguish into pleasure, until your legs trembled so violently you could no longer lock them around his frame.
“You’re so deep… so deep inside me—…Mhmh!” He devoured your sweet sounds, sealing your lips with his as he quickened his pace. A shame indeed that he could neither draw your breast into his mouth nor even cup them, as they bounced wildly with the force of his thrusts, for he feared he might drop you from his grip.
You buried your face in the crook of his neck, clutching tighter at his damp strands as your screams muffled against his skin. His grasp on your thighs and ass was punishing, sure to leave bruises, an imprinted proof of his desire.
Sasuke pressed his forehead against yours, stalling your bouncing on his dick only to push you more rougher against the wall, repositioning his thrusts. His breath fell in ragged unison with yours, darkness glinting in the depths of his pupils as he spoke.
“Made for me. You…are made for me.”
“Mhmhm…I’m yours! I’m yours, Sa—“
You could not finish. Your walls constricted mercilessly around him before you came again, enveloping him with so much warmth from how utterly he unraveled you. He groaned, coaxing you through it in his own way.
“Mhm… Let it go over me, [Name]…”
His jaw tensed, his restraint fracturing as the cruel tightness of your walls and its heat drove him to the brink. He nearly gave in, nearly surrendered inside when you shook your head desperately, eyes imploring, urging.
“Yes, baby—In me, I want you so… much inside me… Sasuke, please—“
He tore himself away in desperation, slipping from your pussy with a strangled moan of your name as his release spilled against your thighs and the ground beneath. Breathless, when he lifted his gaze, your lips were the first thing he seized, devouring them in a desperate kiss that kept both your hearts pounding as frantically as before. Only when air itself abandoned you did he break away. His eyes widened at your dazed yet faintly sorrowful expression, whispering close against your mouth.
“You don’t want to…”
He nuzzled his face into your neck, whispering hoarsely, scattering kisses along your skin. “I do. I truly do.” His lips trailed upward, pressing tenderly over your cheeks, then higher still, behind your ear. “But please… wait a little longer.”
Sasuke longed to give you a child. He had thought about it long before, if only you desired it as well. But he could not risk your safety now, not in this hidden place, not without the sanctuary of your shared home. He needed to remain lucid, to shoulder the responsibility, to resist his impulses. He wanted to offer you nothing less than comfort and security.
He raised his head, meeting your tear-streaked face, receiving your slight nod. His lips curved into a small smile before fading at the gravity in your gaze.
His pulse surged violently.
“I love you. I love you, Sasuke.”
He did too, perhaps unbearably so. Yet he could not express how devastatingly his soul thundered for you now, only forcing frail words past his lips, terrified his courage would shatter if he lingered in silence.
“I… love you too.”
And surely it was not only your eyes that shimmered with love. You brushed him with a fleeting kiss, then his hold tightened, lifting your body slightly before turning you toward the cascade of the waterfall.
“Sasuke?”
“We need to wash ourselves.”
You gasped with theatrical offense.
“Do you dare imply we are dirty?!”
He smirked, answering as you yelped at the sudden chill of water crashing against your back.
“Yes.”
You chuckled, closing your eyes as the water streamed over your face. His gaze gentled, tilting faintly upward toward you, letting you wash first while still holding you tightly within his embrace.
What a man he had become since knowing you. A man no longer so afraid to give you the affection you deserved. For as long as he was able.
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