A Point to Prove - Omega!Sasuke x Alpha!Reader
Summary: First, another omega had laid a public claim on you. Then, a second omega had proclaimed that you must be bad in bed. Neither were slights that Sasuke was willing to stand for. No, he had a point to prove.
Word count: 5.7k
Warnings: N-SFW, brat taming, jealousy, overstimulation, rough sex but with full consent and traffic light check ins, discussions of proposed animal cruelty (treated as a bad thing that did not actually happen.) [All alphas have penises in my AU, so MC can be read as a male or female alpha]
A/N: Merry Christmas, @ikemenomegas!!! It's been such a fun year chatting with you and swapping stories!! I can't wait to have another year!! I did my best with the 'poached pear' vibes, so I hope you enjoy!!!
“So then, he turns to our team leader and says, ‘do I look like a fucking honeypot to you?’” Ino was gesticulating wildly as she told a story from her most recent mission. The liquid in her glass sloshed dangerously close to the sides but she always stopped moving right before she lost any alcohol. “And so then, the team lead, she says, ‘I don’t think you know what that word means, Itsuki, because it doesn’t normally apply to dogs.’”
The table erupted into laughter.
“Wait, wait, wait, what did she even ask him to do? Like, what was the exact order?” Naruto asked, chortling.
“We needed to get close to a mark that had a bunch of dogs,” Ino explained. “She told him to take some treats and bones we brought and start making friends with them. He didn’t get why we couldn’t just kill them all, because for some reason he didn’t think it would be suspicious if all the target’s dogs disappeared over night. The team lead ripped into him until he was almost crying.”
“Maybe he misunderstood what sort of bones she was talking about,” Kiba said, waggling his eyebrows.
The table broke out into drunken giggles again, excluding Sasuke, who remained as silent as he had been the entire night. You couldn’t hear him sigh, but you felt his arm, pressed against yours as it was, rise and fall with a fast release of breath. He was staring out into the rest of the pub with a blank expression, entirely disengaged from the antics of your group who seemed to be trying to single handedly force a noise complaint on the otherwise quiet pub.
You slipped a hand into his and squeezed in a silent question. He didn’t look back, but he answered your squeeze with a single tap. While a double tap meant that he wanted to go home, that single tap let you know that he was fine as he was and that you didn’t need to worry. With that reassurance, you turned back to the rest of the group who had moved on to a different topic of discussion.
It was Ino leading the discussion once again. She had a salacious grin on her face as she addressed everyone in the group.
“If you had to have a one-night stand with one person at this table, who would you choose?” There were a few scandalised gasps, and no one made a move to answer first. Ino took that as meaning she had to provoke some reactions. “I know who you’d choose Shika,” she purred. “Fulfilling a teenage dream is so hot and back at the academy, didn’t you have a crush on—”
“Stop! Stop talking!” Shikamaru shouted desperately, choking on his drink in his desperation to stop her words.
“Wait, you had a crush on someone at this table during the academy?” you asked, genuinely shocked. “Why don’t I know about this? Who was it?”
Shikamaru sent you a betrayed look, but Ino looked delighted.
“I can see why he never told you,” Ino teased.
“Why—”
“Ino! Enough!” Shikamaru exclaimed, face as red as a cherry. He looked ready to tackle Ino if she opened her mouth again, but she only giggled, pleased with his response, before moving on to her next victim.
“What about you, Hinata?” Hinata squeaked, red faced from the combination of alcohol and having Ino’s dangerous gaze on her. “You’re normally so quiet, but I want to know who you’d sleep with at this table if you could. And you can’t choose Naruto, that’s too obvious.”
Hinata squeaked again and Naruto laughed before slipping an arm around his girlfriend. You really thought she was going to refuse to answer but when Naruto whispered something in her ear, she bit her lip and started looking around at the people at the table. Her eyes went in a circle: Kiba, Naruto, Ino, Neji, Neji’s mate, Shikamaru, you, and then Sasuke.
She did the loop twice before, much to your shock, she lifted a shaky hand and pointed at you. Everyone’s gaze followed her finger, including Sasuke’s, as he suddenly snapped his attention back to the discussion.
“Me?” you clarified. She nodded. “Wow, um, okay. Thank you.” You didn’t know what else to say.
Hinata nodded again, her face a concerning shade of red. You could feel Sasuke bristle next to you. Ino looked delighted.
“Why?” she demanded. “What’s your reasoning?”
Concerned about how much blood was left in the rest of Hinata’s body when you looked at her glowing face, you stepped in.
“Ino, that’s enough, she answered your question, leave her alone.”
“But I want to know!” she insisted. “You can answer, can’t you, Hinata?”
“Um, well,” she fidgeted with her fingers and dropped her gaze, “because, um, th-they seem like they’d be r-really gentle and nice a-and attentive.” Her words trailed off into an embarrassed whisper.
Sasuke was staring at her intently, but no one else seemed to register his rising hostility. You tried squeezing his hand again, but he ignored you, entirely focused on tracking each of Hinata’s movements.
Overwhelmed by all the attention, Hinata looked up at Naruto for reassurance, but he was distracted. His gaze went from you, to Hinata, and then to Sasuke. He bit his lip, a pink flush blooming on his face, and then opened his mouth to say something that you had a sneaking suspicion would only make Sasuke’s mood worse. Thankfully, someone else interrupted him.
“That’s cute, Hinata, and I get it,” Kiba said, folding both his hands behind his head like he was stretching. “Personally though, I would need something more. Something rougher, wilder, and kinkier. No offence,” he said to you, “but the cute cookie cutter love making isn’t enough for me.”
You had no idea why he, a) thought you’d take offence to that, or b) was so confident he knew what you were like in bed when you were pretty sure you’d never slept with him before.
Neji, who had gone past drunk and into sloppy territory, hummed in agreement, plastering himself to his mate’s side and trying to put his hand up their shirt. They just caught his hand with a sigh and put it back down onto his lap.
“What’s the point of sex if it’s not—hic— hot and hard and mind blowing,” Neji slurred.
“Ha!” Kiba laughed. “Didn’t expect you to get that, but you’re totally right!”
“Stop talking,” you heard Neji’s mate whisper to him. “You’re going to regret this in the morning.”
Beside you, every muscle in Sasuke’s body was taut. He seemed… angry? Possessive?
You could almost feel the the thoughts running through his head burning in the air between you. How dare someone that isn't him express a wish to sleep with you? How dare someone suggest that sleeping you with is not mind-blowing?
Everyone else was too drunk to notice the killing intent, but you certainly did.
Triggering both Sasuke’s possessiveness and his pride at the same time was a wonderful method to piss him off, and you weren’t surprised that the next time you squeezed his hand, you received two taps in return.
…
The second you got home, Sasuke stopped controlling his scent. Possessive jealously lined every note as he filled the air and then your lungs. A prideful omega had been stung, and now, there was the overwhelming sense that he had a point to prove.
"Not mind-blowing?" he snarled. "Not hard, not hot, what do they know? You're mine."
“Sasuke—” you didn’t get to finish your thought before he was on you. Right before his lips pushed against yours.
“Mine," he hissed.
You kissed him back, more than happy to indulge his jealousy, because honestly, it was hot to watch him get all possessive, but Sasuke kept pushing to escalate no matter how enthusiastically you reciprocated. Kisses quickly devolved into all tongue and teeth, and his spine had an impressive arch to it as he pushed his crotch into yours like he was trying to meld your hips together.
You rubbed circles on his hips with your thumbs, almost dizzy with his scent and relentless touch, trying to sneak in a few nibbles and bites of your own when he paused long enough to allow it.
One particularly good tug on his bottom lip with your teeth extracted a wonderfully delicious gasp that you then swallowed.
But eventually you pulled away. You really, really didn’t mind having your beautiful omega all over you, but you were still standing by the front door, and your bed was calling out an offer of somewhere warmer and much more comfortable.
“Let’s take this upstairs,” you panted, dodging Sasuke’s attempt to bruise your lips with his. “We’ll be more comfortable there.”
“No,” Sasuke replied simply. You faltered in surprise.
“No?” you repeated, baffled.
“No.” He dragged his teeth down the side of your neck and slid a hand under your shirt.
“Sasuke, I know you’re upset at Hinata” —he growled but you ignored him— “and the rest of our friends but I’m not fucking in the entryway of our house when we have a perfectly serviceable bedroom. I’d like to take this upstairs.”
Sasuke’s dark eyes were wild and intense as he stared at you.
“Make me.”
It was hard to explain to those who didn’t have a dominant or submissive headspace, how single words or phrases could have you falling into your role like a switch had been flipped. The second Sasuke’s challenge registered, the second you understood his angle, you straightened, dominance running through your veins.
You grabbed a handful of Sasuke’s hair at the back of his head and pulled it taut, exposing his delicate throat to your hungry eyes. You applied just enough force to hold him in place without hurting him. Sasuke gasped and then swallowed heavily.
“Listen to me, my darling. I am going upstairs to our bedroom, and you can either follow me like a good boy, or you can stay here. Your choice.”
“You— You’re just scared you couldn’t make me cum here,” he challenged. “You need the toys in the bedroom to help. You’re not alpha enough by yourself.”
Oh, he was really bratting tonight. You noted the reflection of your friends’ words in his challenge and knew he had something to prove. It wouldn’t be easy to get him to submit tonight, nor keep him submitting, but you were more than up for the challenge.
You raised an eyebrow at your beloved mate, and when you spoke, your voice was sweet and mocking.
“Oh, Sasuke…”
There was a quiet second where neither one of you moved. Then, you unleashed your own scent, strong and dominant and protective, drowning his out and filling the small space you were in completely.
The sheer heady dominance from his alpha, designed to impact him more than any other scent, went straight to Sasuke’s head. His pupils dilated, and his knees shook. You pulled him close and slipped a leg between his thighs.
In this position, when Sasuke’s knees finally gave out, he had no choice but to grind his hard cock against your thigh.
“Hnng,” he whined, immediately rutting his hardness against you as best as he could. “I’m— fuck…”
“Listen to me,” you ordered, voice measured but firm. Sasuke’s hazy eyes jumped to yours and his hips jolted. “I’ll repeat myself one more time. I’m going upstairs. You can either follow me up there, or you can stay down here. But if you don’t follow me quickly enough, I won’t be touching you at all tonight, no matter how much you beg.”
You kept up your oppressive scent. It was strong enough that you’d be in serious trouble for doing such a thing in public, but Sasuke didn’t mind. In fact, it looked like he was struggling not to drool.
You would give him exactly what he needed, you just had to get him ready to accept it first.
…
Sasuke’s head was fuzzy and his body was hot and sore and sticky. Everything felt good. So, so good. From his head to the tips of his toes, he felt like he was shivering and melting at the same time.
He was vaguely aware that he was laying on his back on his bed, but it felt more like he was floating, the gentle ache of his body lovingly cradling him as he glided through somewhere peaceful. He wished he could stay here forever.
For a few blissful moments, no thoughts could get their claws into him as he floated, but before long, his anxieties started to warp his paradise, and tug him back to the ground.
If he was laying here distracted, then he was vulnerable. If he was vulnerable, then he was in danger. His skin went cold with panic as imaginary foes leered at him, their faces smeared in his vision like wet paint.
And then a warm hand laid on his forehead and anchored him, cutting through the fear. He was desperate to reach for you, to keep you with him for as long as possible, but his arms refused to move.
Sasuke whined, long and high pitched.
Don't leave me, don't leave me, don't leave me. Alpha, I'm scared.
“Easy, darling, I’m right here,” you whispered, stroking his hair. “You’re safe, I promise, it’s just me here, just us. I’ve got you.”
He wanted to trust you, but the fear pricked at his skin.
“I can’t.” Those were the only words his dry mouth and frazzled brain could push out. “I can’t.”
“Shh, it’s alright.” You leant over him, blocking out the ceiling light with your body and washing Sasuke in a calming shadow. “I’ve got you, I promise.”
You unfurled your scent, cocooning him in something calm and comforting. It wasn’t enough to choke him, it wasn’t a show of dominance, it was just enough to make him feel like he’d been wrapped in a magical blanket.
When you had him good and covered, you gently massaged the scent glands on his neck until his own scent was noticeable alongside yours. The combination felt natural and correct. It smelt like home.
The anxiety only held out for another minute before slowly melting out of him. The wonderful calm returned and he embraced it greedily.
…
“What a slut,” you cooed, pawing at the wet patch on the back of Sasuke’s underwear. When you pulled your hand away, there was a noticeable web of slick between your fingers. You deliberating spread them out where Sasuke could see. He pulled away from you, his face a fiery, shameful red. “A bit of hair grabbing and you’re ready to present for me, hole all wet and drooling. Are you going to lick my fingers clean after you made such a mess on them?"
Sasuke growled, petulant and embarrassed, but you could see the way he was pressing his thighs together. You couldn’t wait to rid him of the last of the annoying fabric clinging to him.
“You don't have to be embarrassed in front of me, kitten,” you cooed, stepping closer again and pressing your thumb to his bottom lip. Sasuke shivered at the pet name. “Oh? You like me calling you kitten? Do you want to be my slutty little kitten, Sasuke?”
He mewled, his mouth opening to accept your thumb on instinct. When he realised what he was doing, he pulled back with a noise halfway between a needy whine and a sulky growl.
“You're a freak, why would I... why would I want that? I don't!” Sasuke denied. He wasn’t very convincing. You giggled at his dramatics.
Most of your bedroom was bathed in a warm light, but there were a few solitary beams of cold moonlight sneaking in through the cracks in the curtains. Sasuke looked beautiful illuminated in both kinds of light, each hitting him at a different angle.
He was perfect enough to be a painting.
“You do,” you teased. You kissed him and his mouth opened pliantly. Taking advantage of his temporary submission, you pulled his shirt over his head and ran a hand down his chest and to his tummy, which jumped under your palm. “You’re my slutty little kitten, aren’t you, Sasuke? No one else can touch you, isn’t that, right?”
Sasuke eyes flashed red at the thought that someone else might touch him. It was quite adorable.
“You’re… You’re my alpha,” Sasuke repeated, breathless. “No one else can touch you either.”
“Oh, my wonderful omega, I’m so glad we’re on the same page.”
…
You never stopped talking to him, even after his initial anxiety had passed.
“You’re my wonderful mate. My sweetest partner. My loveliest darling.”
The pet names filtered through his brain and settled on his heart. They were cheesy and over the top and he should have been embarrassed, but the praise and love were so addictive that he couldn’t find it in him to care.
“You did so well, I’m proud of you,” you murmured to him, pressing kissed to his face, light and delicate. “I had such a wonderful time, and you performed so well for me. My love, my moon, my Sasuke.”
He loved you so much.
…
Your mate was incredibly beautiful, and even his biggest detractors would struggle to argue otherwise. He had a regal beauty about him, high cheekbones, sharp eyes, and a softly sloped jaw. From pictures, you knew that he took after his mother, a beautiful omega in her own right.
It pained you that you had to share this beauty with the rest of your village, many of whom didn’t appreciate the work of art they were allowed to set their unworthy eyes on. But, whenever that pain got too much and you felt the urge to hide Sasuke away from the world, you reminded yourself that you were the only one who got to see him like this.
Sasuke was kneeling at your feet, sucking and drooling on three of your fingers. He had his own hands pressed into the carpet, letting his head do all the work.
You pressed down on his tongue and he moaned, eyes fluttering.
“That’s it,” you encouraged. “You’ve got to prove you can be a good boy before I let you have my cock. Brats don’t get rewards.”
Sasuke tried to glare at you, but his pupils were blown out wide and his tongue never stopped caressing your skin, which rather ruined the effect. The raging hard on and thick smell of slick also undermined him somewhat.
You let him go for a little longer before pulling your fingers out and admiring your work. Sasuke looked utterly debauched. His tongue lolled out with a whine now that he had nothing to suck on, resting on his spit covered chin. His eyes pleaded up at you for more, for anything.
It was so hot, you were having trouble holding back from skipping straight to the main course, but Sasuke needed something more intense and more drawn out tonight, and you could never bring yourself to disappoint him.
“Such a good kitten,” you praised, using your clean hand to affectionately stroke his cheek. “You’re finally being my good boy, aren’t you?”
Sasuke’s lips quivered in indecision.
“I…”
“Come on, darling, good boys get rewards, don’t you want a reward?”
He wavered, but his horny side eventually won and he nodded.
“Say it,” you prompted. “Say that you’re my good boy and I’ll reward you with something bigger to suck on, I promise.” Sasuke whined. “Come on, baby, you can do it.”
“I… I…” You waited patiently. “I’m… I’m a… good boy.”
“Good job, darling, you certainly are.”
When you finally slipped what he wanted between his lips, there was a mutual sigh of relief.
…
You slowly and carefully slipped the metal straw in between Sasuke’s lips until it was resting on his tongue. He mouthed at it clumsily. He was starting to come around a little now, but his limbs were still heavy and uncooperative. You held both the glass and his head in your hands.
“Take some sips of water, Sasuke.”
Sasuke obeyed automatically. He took small sips at first, just enough to coat his mouth, but soon he was sucking at the straw like his life depended on it, taking in mouthful after mouthful without breath. In his eagerness, some drops spilled out of his mouth and ran down his chin to his throat, but he ignored them. The water cooled and soothed his throat, and quenched a thirst he didn’t know he had.
He didn’t stop until the glass was empty, letting go of the straw with a gasp as he desperately gulped for the air he’d neglected.
“Good, very good.” You wiped the excess of his chin with a cloth. “Can you say some words for me so I can check the strain on your throat?”
Words? You needed him to speak? He could do that.
Except… he couldn’t think of anything to say. Which words did you want to hear? Which words would be good enough?
The longer the silence dragged on, the more that earlier panic tried to claw its way back into him.
He was disobeying you. He was being bad. You would be so disappointed in him.
What if you stopped loving him?
A warm hand on his throat stopped the spiral.
“Easy,” you whispered, stroking the delicate skin there. “Just relax. That was my fault for not giving you something more specific, and I’m sorry. You’re my good boy, Sasuke.”
“Do you still… love me?” he said, voice quieter but much less strained than before the water. The words had escaped him without his permission, but before he could be embarrassed, you answered.
“More than anything else in this world, Sasuke.” Your voice was so earnest and he believed you. The horrid pressure in his chest lifted.
“Okay,” he mumbled. Your hand was still on his throat, and it felt nice. “That’s… good.”
You laughed gently and placed a featherlight kiss on his forehead.
“You okay to rest here while I clean up a bit?”
“Hnn.”
…
Sasuke cried out in pained pleasure as you continued your overstimulating assault. He was on all fours on your bed, a wonderful position for him if you did say so yourself, while you drowned him in as many sensations as you could manage.
You had one hand pumping his weeping cock. It was hot and heavy and drooling in your palm. A jolt passed through Sasuke’s spine every time you dipped your thumb nail into his sensitive slit.
“Ah! Ah! That's... that's... Fuck!”
Your other hand was responsible for the two fingers currently rubbing hard and fast circles onto his prostate. It was just as wet back here, and it was taking a lot of concentration to keep your hand from slipping as clear slick leaked out of your mate and ran down his thighs in persistent, sinful droplets.
Earlier, you had been chasing those droplets with your tongue, but now your tongue was pressing its heat into Sasuke’s perineum. You still remembered the night that you both discovered how sensitive he was there. You had abused that spot until he had been edged for so long, he could barely speak. Now, each time you pushed with your tongue, Sasuke seemed to be torn between writhing back to meet your touch and pulling away from the persistent pleasure.
You supposed you couldn’t blame the indecision; Sasuke was already four orgasms in, after all. Still, you were relentless.
“Are you close?” you teased, pulling your mouth off him temporarily. “You seem close.”
“F-fuck you.”
You laughed at the pathetic display of defiance.
“Aww, well that’s not very nice, Sasuke, should I stop touching you then?” You slowed both your hands ever so slightly and Sasuke growled in frustration. You laughed and sped back up. Every muscle in Sasuke’s body tensed and you knew he was at another peak. “Cum for me, kitten, good boy.”
Sasuke screamed as another orgasm ripped through him. His limbs shook violently, and his soaking hole clenched down on your fingers like a vice. His cock spurted out a pathetic amount of watery cum onto your bed.
And yet, through it all, you kept stroking him from both ends.
Sasuke let out a moan that sounded more like a sob as his elbows collapsed, sending him sprawling face first into your pillows. You readjusted your position to keep your hands on him
“Kami, hnnnnnng, I can’t—” he cried, clawing at the pillows. “I’m too sensitive, fuck!”
“I thought this was what you wanted?” you taunted, rubbing your thumb at the head of his cock. “You were so eager earlier to cum without my permission, baby. I warned you what would happen if you did.”
Sasuke didn’t respond, he just bit into the pillows and sobbed. At the sound of real, actual tears, you slowed down.
“What’s your colour, Sasuke?”
“Green,” he sobbed. “Green.”
“Good boy, thank you for answering me.” You sped back up the second you had his content and Sasuke screamed into his pillow.
You kept up the ministrations until Sasuke was teetering on another edge, and then, right before his crest, you withdrew all touches simultaneously.
Without your hands to ground him, Sasuke’s hips and legs collapsed as his arms had done earlier, leaving him sprawled out on his front. He twitched and spasmed on the sheets while you watched him get dragged through a ruined orgasm.
“No more, no more,” he ground out in an exhausted and breathy voice. “I can’t. I can’t do any more.”
When you went around to his head end and perched next to him, you saw tears streaming down his face and soaking into the fabric underneath him. Some moisture was clinging to the tips of his unfairly long lashes. You decided that the red rimmed eyes and swollen lips suited him.
“I bet you regret cumming without permission now, huh?” you teased gently, swiping away a tear. "You're lucky you lost your privilege to use toys today, if this is how you're responding to a couple of fingers."
“Idiot alpha,” Sasuke sobbed, but his words were toothless. He nuzzled into your palm like a man starving for affection and you let him linger there for as long as he wanted.
It took about ten minutes for the tears and aftershocks to stop completely and for some of Sasuke’s energy to return.
“Want to stop for the evening?” you asked, stroking his hair.
“No.” Sasuke shot you a glare for evening asking, casting a significant glance at your crotch. “You haven’t even cum yet.”
You snorted, “I’m a fully grown adult, Sasuke, not a horny teenager, I’ll live if you’re too tired to continue.”
“No.”
“I thought you ‘couldn’t do anymore’?” He growled at you, but it only made you laugh.
“Knot me,” he demanded. “Just be quick about it.”
“So needy,” you cooed. Sasuke just buried his face back into the pillow and slowly slid his hips off the bed and spread his legs until he was presenting out into the room.
“Hurry up,” he muttered.
You let out a shaky breath at the sheer sex appeal your mate possessed.
“I will,” you promised, almost drooling. “But I want to see your face. Flip over.”
…
Sasuke was finally starting to feel more alert now. He was still aching and sated and having to be propped up by a nest of pillows, but some of the fog had lifted and he was feeling a little more… human.
He was quite happy just to sit there and watch you clean. You were collecting dirty cloths and bedding into a pile right now. Maybe Sasuke should have felt compelled to help, but he really didn’t. This was your punishment for forcing him through so many orgasms.
You threw the pile of laundry by the door to deal with later. You never left him alone after a scene, no matter how many times he told you he didn’t care if you stepped out for a bit.
Liar, his mind whispered to him. They know you don’t like it, that’s why they stay.
He ignored the traitorous voice.
With the laundry out of the way, he watched as you went to grab something from the mini fridge in his nesting room. Sasuke had no qualms about you entering his nest whenever you wanted, but he hadn’t stocked the fridge. He had been away on a long-term mission until three days ago so there shouldn’t be anything in there for you to grab.
And yet, there must have been, because you returned with a little lunch box and a bottle of juice. At his confused look, you smiled sheepishly.
“I knew there’d be an intense scene soon,” you admitted. “There’s always at least one after you get back from a mission like the one you just finished. So, I made some aftercare snacks in advance yesterday, just in case.”
Mechanically, Sasuke took the lunch box and opened it. It wasn’t anything complicated, just a scoop of plain white rice, some bites of rolled omelette, chopped tomatoes, and some chicken.
It was exactly what he wanted. You knew him so well.
There was an uncomfortable surge inside of him and much to Sasuke’s humiliation, tears burnt and bubbled at his waterline.
He put the lunch box down on the bedside table and scrubbed at his face. Why was he crying? Why was he being so pathetic? How did you always manage to pull these emotions out of him?
You slid in beside him and let him hide his face in your chest.
“I’m sorry,” he choked. “I don’t know— I don’t know why. I don’t know why.”
“Shh, you don’t have to know why. You can cry as much as you want. I’ve got you. I love you.”
Sasuke broke. Catharsis and confusion flowed through him as he grabbed at you hard enough to bruise. You gripped him back.
Why? Why did you love him like this? Sasuke could never understand it.
“I love you,” you whispered again, and Sasuke only cried harder.
You held him until he had no more energy to cry and no more liquid left to form tears from. Sasuke’s head throbbed, and he was somehow more exhausted than he had been before, but there was also an element of that earlier floating that had returned to him.
“You need to eat something to get some sugar in your blood,” you said, picking up the lunchbox and bottle of juice. “Can you eat it yourself, or do you want me to feed you?”
Blushing, Sasuke snatched the chopsticks from your hands with a muttered protest that he could do it himself. You laughed but didn’t argue.
He ate his food in silence, leaning up against you all the while.
…
Considering Sasuke’s sensitivity, and your own dwindling ability to keep your orgasm in check, you had replaced your more overt dominance with something slower, softer, and more rhythmic.
You were face to face, chest to chest, and buried inside your omega, pushed up as close as you could to him as you gently thrust back and forth. You were holding Sasuke’s hands up above his head, fingers intertwined, as you stared into his dark eyes.
Sasuke’s cock, completely soft and unable to cum any further, flopped uselessly against his tummy.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” you warned.
“Good.”
“Do you want me to knot you?”
Instead of answering you with words, Sasuke moved around until he could get his legs around your waist and then tightened them so that you were flush with him. You got his message loud and clear.
You could barely thrust with how tightly Sasuke was gripping your waist, but it didn’t matter. Just the slow, deep grinding sensation was more than enough to bring you both to the edge for one final time.
Sasuke gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as his body seized, clamping down on you so hard that you were unable to move. You could see flashes of red behind his eyelids as he lost control of his sharingan, blessed to remember this moment forever.
How would you have ever been able to hold back when he looked so beautiful?
You plummeted into your own orgasm, your knot already snuggly in place as it inflated and locked the two of your together. Shivers travelled through your whole body, coalescing at the spot where you and Sasuke met. His tie milked you as you spilled your warmth inside the deepest parts of him that only you were allowed to touch.
Sasuke was almost completely limp as you laid there, but even through his exhaustion, you could feel him purring as you filled him.
You could only hold yourself up for another minute before you lowered yourself down and rolled the both of you into a comfortable position to rest.
…
Sasuke still felt warm from the bath as he laid in his bed, cushioned by a clean set of bedding and cocooned in the comfort of his mate asleep beside him.
Sasuke wasn’t able to join you in sleep yet, no matter how exhausted he was, but he didn’t mind the quiet cuddling while he waited for exhaustion to claim him.
His mind drifted towards the events of earlier in the evening. How had any of your friends dared to discuss you so intimately, to make a public claim on you right in front of him, to then imply that you couldn’t satisfy someone in bed? He didn't know which friend he was most angry at.
Sasuke bit into the blanket to supress a growl as he added up all the slights your friends had committed.
You were his alpha. His. No one else’s.
Beyond that, Sasuke had clearly proven that you weren’t bad in bed. He could admit that he had never laid with anyone else in that way before, but as far as he was concerned, that wasn’t an obstacle to proclaiming that you were the best.
He’d heard horror stories from the jounin common room and in hotels in every country. Alphas that didn’t make their omega cum, alphas that were inconsiderate, alphas that never did aftercare, the complaints never ended.
But you weren’t like that, and that made Sasuke proud, because you were his, and only his, forever. Maybe, if his peers continued to be annoying, he could… let some information slip to make them realise how wrong they were, maybe even make them jealous.
He knew in the back of his mind that it was a terrible idea that he'd never follow through on, but right now, it sounded perfect.
He relaxed against your chest, sleepy and sated and at peace, his conundrum solved. Nights like these, where you had painstakingly taken him apart and rebuilt him afterwards were the only nights that were nightmare free.
In his house, in his room, in his bed, with his alpha, Sasuke was safe, and because he was safe, he finally let himself drift off to sleep.
