Sasuke rides you slowly, holding you as close as humanly possible. He shivers despite the warmth, needy and small in a way no one but you have ever seen. Its soft whispers you can't really hear tickling your throat and even softer kisses ghosting over the mating mark on your neck. Its familiar fear bleeding through the redness in and around his eyes. Don't you dare go where he can't follow.
Kankuro demands harder, rougher. Back arched. He looks through you, hands and teeth clenching to keep the overwhelming, uncomfortable feelings inside and away from you. His skin is itchy, his sense of being leaving clumps of viscera on the floor. He thrashes under your gaze but leans into your growling, drooling maw. String him back together and don't you ever do something so stupid again.
Neji keeps his legs splayed open, dressed to disassocate. An invaluable lesson, learning his heart isn't a body part any longer. It lives independent, at his side, in his home. Breathing his air, kissing his skin, playing with his clit until he cries into the silk pillowcases, releasing everything except acceptance. Luck was on your side but he'll be damned if you gamble like that again.
Chouji feels the tip of your cock kissing his sweet spot ever so gently. He doesn't move. Neither do you. There is no light under the covers. His figure engulfs you, one point of contact. Caressing fingers down weakened spines, a single breath shared back and forth, lazy wetness. The wheels are spinning but the hamsters are missing and nothing will make it past him ever again.
It was really late when you finally reached the village gates. The streets were deserted as everyone slept, and if your husband were another person, maybe he would also be asleep by now.
But you married Sasuke Uchiha, and despite all the progress he’s made in therapy the last few years, he still struggles to rest properly if either of you go on long missions, especially after a few weeks. It’s been a little over two weeks since you last opened the compound gates, and he would no doubt feel it through the isles of empty houses.
He’s there as you make the last turn towards your house, standing just a few feet away from the entrance of your door. His eyes never leave yours as your form approaches his, and though the obvious exhaustion on his face saddens you, the not so subtle eagerness with which he reaches for your hand to lead you inside makes your heart flutter every time.
Once the door is closed and your bag discarded on the floor, a shaky sound leaves his lips as you pull him in and just squeeze, the tension slowly leaving your bodies after weeks apart. His arms close around you and he presses closer - if that’s even possible - showing you just how much he’s missed you.
Your hands began caressing his back and sides after a while, later moving to the back of his neck and he shuddered when they reached his scalp.
“Hi, sweetheart.” He purred at the sound of your voice and chose to stay like that for a couple more minutes before pulling back to face you. Your hand laid gently on the side of his face and you smiled at his affectionate nuzzle. “I missed you.”
His fingers raised to poke between your eyebrows and your heart almost beat its way out of your body. “You’re home,” he said, and it’s such a Sasuke way to welcome you back it pulled a soft chuckle from your chest.
He nuzzled your hand one more time before pulling you further into your home, ready to carry on domestic life with you.
Unpopular opinion, but in an omegaverse with omega! Sasuke, he'd have been raised to be a house spouse.
Being able to carry a child would make it likelier for the omegas from clans with kekkei genkai to stay where nothing could happen to them.
Does this mean there are no omega shinobi? No, there are definitely omega shinobi. It's just that clans (especially old-fashioned clans with powerful abilities) don't want to take any chances.
Anyway, you all get an omega! house spouse! Sasuke because the thought of him being the stay-at-home husband of the Hokage popped in my head.
So torn between Sasuke with an older sibling/only child partner who would spoil and baby him the way he used to enjoy his family doing, or a partner who also has an older brother type figure and whom Sasuke could trauma bond with
[DAY 26 of the Summer Writing Event w/ @omeganronpa]
Word count: 2.2k
Prompt: Sasuke goes over to Reader's home after staying up all night. Even though they do their best to stay awake, they end up falling asleep while cuddling Reader. Sasuke is quite embarrassed (and half-asleep) when they wake up, but Reader doesn't mind.
Warnings: Vague mention of an ambush I guess? Non-sexual nudity.
You hummed to yourself as you steadily made your way through folding a basket of laundry on your couch. It was one of those days where time was moving sluggishly as you pottered around the house doing chores you’d been putting off for weeks, the summer haze bleeding into you as you worked.
Water the plants, clean the kitchen, tidy the bathroom, take out the bins, call someone about the tap in the utility room that keeps exploding when you turn it on-
Suddenly, a shadow moved in front of your living room window.
You paused and narrowed your eyes at the window. You lived far enough off of the road that someone would have to be purposefully walking to your door for such a shadow to be cast inside your house. You wracked your brain thinking about anyone who was supposed to be here today. The plumber is coming on Wednesday, your friend is coming for lunch on Thursday, the post had already been delivered… You gave up theorising and just decided to look.
Your face lit up into a grin as you saw who was making their way to your home.
You couldn’t help running to the door, knocking over a couple of cushions in the process, and wrenching it open before he could knock, accidentally startling him in the process.
“Sasuke! You’re back!” you called out, still grinning. He’d been gone for three weeks, and your instincts had been shamefully pining for him for just as long.
Sasuke was standing rigidly in front of you, still dressed in his mission clothes, looking bloodied and exhausted in a way that tugged at your heart strings. He also looked vaguely surprised to see you, even though he was the one who had walked up to your front door. He stared at you for a moment like he was unsure that you were really there before he blinked rapidly and opened his mouth to speak, despite no words coming out.
Your aggressive enthusiasm dimmed slightly to see him looking so exhausted and confused. Did he walk here instinctively? Did his feet carry him here from his mission debriefing automatically? Did he seek out your comfort without realising because he was tired and injured?
Privately, you hoped that was the case.
When it became obvious that Sasuke wasn’t able to find any words, you spoke instead.
“Why don’t you come in, Sasuke,” you said, stepping back and holding the door open. “I’m glad you’re home safe.”
Sasuke didn’t acknowledge your words but did stumble into your house and make his way to the living room where he stood by the doorway looking uncomfortable.
You softly walked over to him and put a hand on his arm.
“How was your mission?”
“Complicated,” Sasuke said, swallowing hard. His voice was rough from disuse or dehydration, you weren’t sure, but you didn’t like hearing him like that. “We were ambushed multiple times; there must have been an information leak somewhere, so we had to complete the mission without stopping for a break. Stopping for sleep was too dangerous.”
You hummed in understanding, rubbing his shoulders a little.
“I’m tired,” Sasuke suddenly said in a stilted voice, like he was unsure if he was allowed to be saying what he was saying.
“I’m not surprised,” you smiled at him, speaking softly so as to not spook him. Your relationship was something that moved slowly, and the last thing you wanted was to scare Sasuke away at such a crucial moment. “When was the last time you slept?”
“Three days ago.”
“Then why don’t you go and take a nap? You’re welcome to use my bed.”
“I need to set my body clock back to normal,” he shook his head.
“Okay, darling, but sit down and I’ll get you something to warm drink,” you gently pushed him down onto the sofa, something which he surprisingly allowed with no comment or growling, and then left him to go and make some tea.
When you returned, Sasuke was sitting in the same position you’d left him, staring blankly at the wall.
“Here,” you passed him the mug which he automatically took and raised to his mouth despite it being way too hot. He flinched a little at the heat and you hid your smile. You’d never seen him so tired before and it really was adorable. He trusted you so much more than he did when you first started courting him and seeing proof of that in the way he instinctively took whatever you gave him made you feel warm.
You tentatively ran a hand over his head, prompting him to look up at you, blinking slowly.
Man, he was really out of it.
You only sent him what you hoped was a comforting smile as he buried his head back into his mug.
You finished folding your laundry while Sasuke drank his tea. Your relationship had lots of comfortable silences, and you treasured each one, even if Sasuke’s silence meant you had no excuse not to finish your chore.
Periodically, Sasuke’s head would fall forward before jolting back upright in a way that was part endearing and part frustrating. He also kept lifting the mug to his lip automatically, long after he’d finished the tea. Your poor baby was so tired.
You finished up your laundry and immediately walked over to cup his face in your hands, being unable to resist the urges to comfort the sleepy omega in front of you. He automatically let the weight of his head drop into your hands, a purr rumbling through his chest.
You blinked in surprise, and Sasuke let you hold up his head for about three seconds before he clearly realised what he was doing and jumped backwards, wrenching his face away and cutting off his purrs immediately.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” you soothed him. “It’s alright, Sasuke.”
Sasuke looked a little panicked that he had lost control of himself so easily.
“I know you don’t want a nap, but you should wash up and get changed still. Why don’t I run you a bath?” you offered. Sasuke seemed to jump on the topic change from his accidental purring and agreed, so you took him upstairs, choosing to use your ensuite rather than the main bathroom, something which neither you nor Sasuke mentioned.
…
You had, by some exhaustion fuelled miracle, been allowed to join Sasuke in the bath for the first time in your relationship.
Sasuke had even let you wash his hair for him, something which brought a hot blush to his face that seemed too stubborn to leave. Even now, from your position behind him, you could see that the tips of his ears were pink.
Maybe you should keep him up for three days straight more often if this was the outcome?
You were gently washing Sasuke’s back now, as he leant forward in front of you, his arms wrapped around himself. You were taking extra care to avoid the injuries from his mission, tracing the outsides of the scratches with the softest part of the flannel.
The only sounds in the bathroom were the sounds of soft breathing and water droplets falling off the flannel and into the water below. You were quite content taking care of your future mate like this, but Sasuke remained tense and silent as you cleaned him up. You weren’t even slightly surprised because new steps in a relationship always made him nervous and unsure. You dealt with it the way you always did: gently, but firmly taking control and never calling him out on his hesitance or strange reactions.
You placed the flannel over the edge of the bath as you finished cleaning his back and instead started to gently rubbed at the back of Sasuke’s neck, brushing aside his hair gently to get access to the skin there. Sasuke let out a shaky breath that made the water ripple around him.
“I’m glad you’re home, Sasuke,” you spoke quietly, but the echo from the porcelain bathroom carried your voice. “I missed you.”
Sasuke hummed in acknowledgement but didn’t say anything.
You stopped rubbing his neck, pointedly ignoring the way Sasuke let out a little cough to cover the start of a whine, and instead wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him back to lean against your chest. He was clean now, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy the bath for a little while longer.
Sasuke gave a token grumble of resistance, but still easily allowed you to move him, settling his head on your collar bone with no prompting.
The water was still warm, and the room was so peaceful.
You sighed pleasantly, pressing a kiss to Sasuke’s head and holding his closely against you, easily getting lost in daydreams about the day when you’d finally be able to properly mate with him and make him your omega officially.
You idly traced shapes on Sasuke’s chest as you got lost in those amazing thoughts, imagining how beautiful he’d look wearing your mark on his neck, how stunning he’d look in heat, how cute he’d be when sick. You imagined finally moving in together, buying your own house, making it a home together…
You were brought out of your thoughts by the feeling of warm water droplets running down your chest that had nothing to do with the bath water.
There was a slight tremble in Sasuke’s shoulders and a periodic hitching in his breathing.
He was crying.
You didn’t say anything about it, in fact, you didn’t react at all, just kept tracing patterns on his skin so you didn’t upset him anymore. Your heart ached for him, but you knew calling him out on it would only make the situation worse and forcing him to talk would be the worst decision you could make. You figured everything was just a little bit too much for him, too many emotions on not enough sleep, so you tightened his grip and let him process his emotions on his own pace.
As the tears eventually slowed down, the weight of his head on your chest got heavier and heavier. Tomorrow, he would definitely give you shit for not waking him up after he said he wanted to reset his sleep schedule, but as you looked at him in your arms, naked, asleep, so relaxed and vulnerable, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.
So, you let him doze away in the water, safe in your arms, until the water grew cold and uncomfortable.
Then, in what was one of the most impressive feats of your life, you somehow managed to get the both of you out of the bath without any casualties, even with Sasuke’s dead weight in your arms.
As you walked out of the bathroom and into your bedroom, Sasuke stirred slightly. He cracked open one eye, but the second he registered that you were there, his body dropped back into a dead weight, eyes sliding closed once more.
To think that this omega that you loved so dearly felt safe enough with you that he naturally fell asleep as soon as he knew you were there with him filled you with a burning glee. This relationship had been a long process filled with the people close to you and not so close to you questioning your dedication to the village traitor. They claimed that a relationship where the omega only growled and dished out cold shoulders wasn’t healthy, but they didn’t understand him the way you did.
They didn’t see how beautiful it was when he finally started to trust you, when he finally started to love you in his own way. And that journey of trust wasn’t over yet, but while all those people would continue to deny him as a person who deserved your love and loyalty, you would continue to see him as a person who deserved those two things more than anyone else.
You gently dried and dressed you both, hoping to yourself that dressing him in your clothes wasn’t overstepping any boundaries. Sasuke half awoke and then fell asleep again a few more times during the process, but eventually you managed to get you both tucked in bed, grabbing a book to read while Sasuke slept next to you.
You had made the mistake of tucking him in and then leaving him to rest alone before, and you didn’t want a repeat of grumpy Sasuke who wouldn’t even admit that he was grumpy, let alone why.
If he felt safe enough to fall asleep in your bed, with you with him, then he deserved to wake up in the same bed with you still beside him.
And also, how could you possibly leave when he was nuzzling your pillow in his sleep? It was unbelievably cute.
But just as you were marvelling over his cuteness, he made a little grumbling sound as he shifted, half asleep, to your lap instead, where he released a huge breath, wound his arms around your waist and then settled back to sleep, his head now pillowed in your lap. Okay, scratch what you said before, that was the cutest fucking thing you’d even seen in your life.
“Goodnight, Sasuke, my dearest,” you cooed, running a hand over his head. “Sleep well.”
Shikamaru hadn’t understood why his dad insisted that they do a ‘first look’ before the ceremony. He marrying the person who was meant for him - his mate, his Obsession. He spent the better part of their relationship looking at them, categorizing and memorizing every tiny thing about their face and body for his own greedy pleasure. He knew what their wedding attire looked like, having gone with them to pick it out so they would match during the ceremony and reception. He sat with them during fittings and alterations to make sure everything fit.
He didn’t understand why he had to do this. Why did he have to do this when he knew what you were going to look like?
Troublesome.
The only reason he relented was because his dad got into your ear about it and you decided it was a good idea. Whatever made you happy. Always.
‘And forever,’ he purred to himself, mouth twitching into a smirk. His heart pounded in his chest, the word echoing inside of him with every beat. The fog slipped around the edges of his eyes. By the end of the day, he’ll be your husband. By tomorrow morning, he’ll be your mate, your bite mark scarring his throat. The next week will be spent naked and sweaty, so....fucking....full...wet...hot....sticky...messy
“Okay,” his father’s voice broke through the fog, jerking him back to reality “You may turn around.”
“About time,” Shikamaru scoffs, his annoyance obvious as he turned around, “I don’t see why we need...to...do...this”
Oh.
Breath caught in his throat, he shoots a wide-eyed look at his father, who grins smugly over his glass of water, before turning back to your smiling face. Dilated brown eyes wandered over your form, over the wedding attire that he recognized but somehow didn’t. The cloth seemed to take on new life now that it was on your body on your wedding day.
Your wedding to him.
His knees threatened to buckle as you approached.
“Hi baby,” you whisper as his trembling hands pull you close, “You look so handsome.”
“Alpha.” The word is strangled as he breaks, overwhelmed tears falling from his eyes. “My Y/N.”
“Its okay,” you coo, rocking him gently in your arms as he sobs, choking as he vibrates under his skin, “Let it out. Let it out.”
----
Inuzuka’s don’t marry. A bite scar means more than a ring. Rings and ceremonies and big parties aren’t as binding as sinking your teeth into willing flesh and leaving a mark. The pomp and pizazz of weddings meant fuck all to them.
Still, the Inuzuka had their traditions around mating. Just because they didn’t plan elaborate ceremonies didn’t mean that their mateships and promises of being someone’s partner for life weren’t celebrated.
The biggest tradition - the one Kiba was been most excited for - was the mating run. He had dreamed of the day where his Alpha would chase him across the forest, catch him, mount him, and breed him filthy and nasty like an animal where anyone could stumble across them. He wouldn’t make it easy for them but he had every intention to submit when they caught him. His Alpha had already proved themselves a worthy mate - a strong, capable, loving, family-orientated partner - so it was just a matter of making it official with a run and a bite.
Kiba stood at the starting point at the edge of the forest, donned in only a thin pair of boy-short underwear. There was no point in wearing more clothes when they were only going to get torn and discarded when you claimed him. He wanted to be shoved into the dirt and violated in the most primal way you could manage as a human.
His Alpha appeared in a burst of chakra behind him and he slicked in response, goading them. Enticing them. Luring them in with the promises of euphoria they’ll find between his legs if they can catch him. He wants their mouth on him and their cock in him and their bite sealing them together to death do they fucking part.
Kiba’s ready.
“How long of a head start do I give you?” you ask, voice dropped into a purring growl. He can smell your own arousal and he’s tempted to drop to his knees right there and offer himself up to be used.
“Three minutes,” he purrs as he turns around. The purr stutters in his chest as he takes in your own running attire.
Or lack thereof.
Dressed as immodestly as he is, you stand proud and aroused. He can see the outline of your half-hard cock in your underwear, a small dot of precum dampening the fabric. Kiba turns back around quickly, salivating.
“Make that one minute,” he mewls, crouching down onto all fours and taking off into the darkness of the forest.
If his pace was slower than normal, that was his business.
----
You married Sasuke by signing papers in a small office shortly after he completed his sentence and probation. Neither of you had the patience to plan a wedding at the time, too engrossed in reconnecting and working on moving forward after years of pain and loneliness. Neither of you wanted to deal with the backlash of some of the more unforgiving people in the village either.
You both knew they would show up to protest the ceremony. There would have been a fight and Naruto can only therapy-no-jutsu so many people at once.
So you waited to have a ceremony on your five year anniversary. You went all out for your Omega. You commissioned a new, upgraded wedding ring from a shop that many Uchiha had commissioned from in the past and proposed in an elaborate and private set-up in the compound with only your daughter in attendance. He accepted with the softest look in his eyes and proceeded to ride you so hard that you went cross-eyed for a hot moment as soon as you put your baby to bed.
Before actually planning the wedding, neither of you had never given First Looks much thought. You hadn’t even heard of it before Naruto brought it up during cake testing. Sasuke was easily convinced when Naruto said it would be a great moment to capture in photos.
Because if there was one thing that Sasuke loved, it was pictures. Every single wall in your home was covered in family photos.
“Okay, you can turn around,” Naruto calls out as soon as Sakura and Iruka settle into their positions, cameras poised and ready.
You did, slowly turning with the expectation of catching the dark gaze of your Omega.
Instead, you were met with a different pair of dark eyes, identical to the ones you know and love.
“Appa!” your daughter giggled, dressed in her own wedding attire, “Is me!”
Overcome with emotion, you kneeled down as she ran to you, arms thrown up to showcase her bright red dress, “Look! I’m wearing a princess dress!”
“You most certainly are,” you agree, picking her up and settling her on your hip, “And you look so beautiful.”
She smiles shyly, fiddling with the hem, “Thank you.”
“I agree with your Appa,” a smooth voice echoes from the other side of the room, “You are so beautiful.”
“Oma!” Your baby’s face lights up as Sasuke steps from around the corner, dressed in his own wedding attire. You can feel your heart pound hard, shaken at his beauty.
‘Wow,’ you mouth at him as he approaches. The lightest dusting of pink settles across his face.
