eating out dom!sakura very desperately after having a bad day but you don’t know how to properly stop yourself and saki ends up crying a little because you’re too much for her but she’s drowning in the pleasure and refuses to stop you :(
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pairing. switch!miyawaki sakura x switch!fem reader.
sakura is the most beautiful girlfriend in the world because she is always so loving and gentle with you when she notices you’ve had a bad day, and you don’t even have to communicate it verbally because just by seeing the expression on your face and your body language, she understands everything that’s going on inside your head. in a way, she has a maternal instinct in her nature and is always willing to take care of others when they need it.
but in part, she takes advantage of your vulnerable and exposed moment to try to get her way, as she always does. she swears she has ways to help you with your overwhelm, tiredness, and stress, promising to help you feel better because it hurts her to see you so down and sad — but then you blink and use the back of your hand to wipe away the tears that threaten to spill from your eyes, and when you open your eyes again, you find her starting to take off her clothes while her gaze is fixed on you... on another day, she would pamper you all day long and treat you like a spoiled baby, but she knows better than you what’s best for you in certain situations.
all her confidence vanishes the moment you place your mouth on her pussy and begin using your tongue in a way that slowly makes her lose the stability and the firmness that she so strongly demonstrated just a few minutes ago. she loves having authority over you and commanding and ordering as she pleases, but she can’t maintain the same attitude and behavior when you’re simultaneously playing with her clit and fingering her cunt in a way that makes her babble and sob.
Angst (I’ll make fluff soon i swear 🤞)~ moving on cuz readers a boss ~ regret
OCC SASUKE 💔
You and Sasuke had this weird relationship going on ever since you guys were kids. He trusted you and you trusted him. You’d seen him push people away a lot but he’d never push you away, until now. He stopped holding your hand when you were nervous or scared, stopped hovering around you,and worse of all stopped talking to you. You asked Naruto if he was okay, he said this was how he was when he felt strong emotions towards something or someone. You went to go ask Sakura if she knew anything. But before you walked in the slightly cracked open door, you hear giggling from Sakura. She had told you about this man she’s been seeing for a bit. You ultimately decided to eavesdrop. That was the best worst decision you’ve ever made in your life. Only because that man was the boy who cared for you like you were diamond and everyone else was rocks.Sasuke Uchiha. He was smiling at her like she hung the stars. The smile usually meant for you. You turn to leave but the stupid wooden floors creaked. Sasuke and Sakura both turn to the door and see you standing there on your tiptoes trying to be invisible to them. His smile drops while her smile widens when she sees an old friend of Sasuke’s.Sakura invites me in her room , while Sasuke looks at you like he was sorry which was rare for a stoic guy like him. Sakura happily says that her and Sasuke have started a relationship with each other. You were in a rollercoaster of emotions shifting from shock,anger,sadness,and disbelief. He was good at reading emotions, very good. He didn’t say anything not that he had to but to you that would’ve meant the world. You choke out a “congrats” and leave. Sasuke walks out after you. Tries to grab your hand which was again weird for a stoic guy like him. He opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out. You don’t expect an apology, hell you don’t even expect words. This irritates you even more you rip your hand out of his grip harshly and explain to him that you dont to see him anymore not only because he pushed you away for a girl, he broke our trust and ruined the love you held for him. You got to the Kage to submit a request for a mission somewhere not to far but not to close. They give you a mission within a week. In that week you tried to distract yourself with paperwork and training.The Kage told you that the mission was very long and was usually for upper ranks.
7 YEARS LATER
Seven long lonely years, well not that lonely. You met a man named kigamni (i was geeked so if you don’t like js ingore it yo 💔) He was the polar opposite of Sasuke, instead of pushing away he became clingy , instead of hovering he held your hand, and all that stuff. You and him became official but that doesn’t mean you don’t think about him sometimes. Something arrived in the mail, it was a colorful paper with big letters that said “Sasuke and Sakura’s wedding” When you saw it you felt relieved, not angry, sad, or regret. You saw the location and decided to go.
At da wedding
The place was quite small and not that many people showed up. You decided to come alone because you don’t need no man to protect you✌️but ultimately decided to ask yo man to pick you up a bit after they say their vows. While Sakura was walking the aisle , Sasuke wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at you. This made you dumbfounded and annoyed because all you can think about was “why are you looking at me when you chose her.”As they finish their vows and kiss, people cheer and clap. You go to get a drink before you leave and you see Sasuke walk up to you. You weren’t in the mood to face this pathetic asshole. So you turn to leave, he says “Don’t run off again”
That sentence really pissed you off “ your one to talk”
He looks at you like you’re a stranger “ look i only want to talk, i don’t want to argue.” You allow him to continue “ I’ve wonder where you’d had been for the past 7 years.”
You replied with “away from you,now if you excuse me my boyfriend is coming anytime soon.”
Sasuke just stares at you confused. You immediately say “what you thought i was going to wait for you?”
You hear a honk and see your ride coming, you shoot Sasuke one last look and say “I’m glad you chose her, she’s a good one.”
Before you leave he says that he wished it was you instead of her but those words make you feel hollow and empty. You hopped in the car and don’t bother to look at him one more time.
──── ( 🍥 ) your roommate sakura’s late-night gaming habits are driving you insane—constant yelling, keyboard smashing, and “one more game!” at ungodly hours—so after another sleepless night, you finally storm into her room ready to snap… only for her to freeze mid-game because her secret crush is standing in her doorway looking furious.
𝓟aring. switch!virgin!miyawaki sakura x switch!roommate!fem reader.
𝓒ontent 𝓦arnings. body worship, clit play, corruption, cunnilingus, degration, dirty talk, face fucking, fingering, gropping, hair pulling, humiliation, nipple play, pet names, praise, scissoring, squirting.
𝓦ord 𝓒ount. 7,2k.
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the digital clock on your nightstand glowed a malicious, mocking red: 3:14 am.
for the fourth time this week, the ceiling of your dorm room had become your only companion. you stared at the plaster, tracing the cracks in the darkness, waiting for the silence of the night to envelop you. but silence was a luxury you had been denied. from the other side of the wall, the muffled, chaotic rhythm of sakura’s gaming setup persisted. a rhythmic click-clack of a mechanical keyboard, the frantic tapping of a mouse, and then—the trigger.
"are you kidding me? he’s literally one-shotting me! he’s hacking, report him! report him now!"
sakura’s voice tore through the drywall like a physical blow. it was the same high-pitched, adrenaline-fueled screech she reserved for her competitive matches. you squeezed your eyes shut, clutching your duvet so tightly your knuckles turned white. you had tried to be the "cool roommate." you had tried the gentle morning-after mentions, the polite sticky notes, and the compromise of noise-canceling headphones. but the headphones were dying, and your patience had evaporated somewhere around 1:00 am.
the final straw came when she followed her outburst with an aggressive, triumphant laugh, accompanied by another desk-thumping roar. "let's go! eat that, loser!"
that was it. the dam broke.
you kicked the covers off with a violent motion, your heart hammering against your ribs—not from gaming, but from a cold, simmering fury. you shoved your feet into your fuzzy slippers, not bothering to be quiet, and marched toward your bedroom door. the hallway was cold, the floorboards groaning under your heavy, purposeful footsteps.
you reached her door and didn’t even bother with a polite knock. you curled your fist and hammered three sharp, thunderous bangs against the wood. thud. thud. thud.
"sakura! open this door right now!" you shouted, your voice echoing in the narrow corridor.
for a heartbeat, there was total silence. then, you heard the faint, frantic sound of movement inside. a chair scraped harshly against the floor. a flurry of muffled, apologetic murmurs drifted through the wood—she was clearly talking to her teammates on discord, her tone hushed and panicked. you heard a quick click as she muted her microphone, and then the sound of hesitant, shuffling footsteps.
the door creaked open just a sliver, revealing a sliver of the glowing, neon-purple led light that bathed her room. sakura stood there, her headset pushed back over her tangled hair, her eyes wide like a deer caught in high beams. she looked small, almost fragile, the fierce gamer energy from thirty seconds ago entirely extinguished.
you didn't give her a chance to breathe. you pushed the door open wide enough to stand in the frame, crossing your arms over your chest, your expression a mask of pure exhaustion and righteous indignation.
"do you have any idea what time it is?" you hissed, your voice trembling with the effort to keep it steady. "four times this week, sakura. four! i have a final exam in six hours. i have been staring at the same page of my textbook for three hours because you’ve turned this entire dorm into an e-sports arena."
sakura blinked, her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. she looked down at her slippers, her fingers twisting the oversized hem of her hoodie. "i… i didn't mean—"
"oh, save it," you snapped, stepping closer, forcing her to retreat into her room. "you don't mean to, yet you do it every single night. and don’t think i haven’t noticed the pattern. every time i ask you to keep it down, the next night you get louder. you think it’s funny? you think it’s a game? my gpa isn't a game, sakura."
she shrunk back, her shoulders hunching toward her ears. she looked like an obedient, scolded puppy, her gaze darting from your feet to her desk, but never once meeting your eyes. she didn't offer a comeback. she didn't defend the lobby she was playing in or the "urgency" of her rank. she just took the verbal lashing, her face flushing a deep, embarrassed pink.
"are you even listening to me?" you demanded, pacing slightly in the small space between her bed and desk. "i am absolutely fed up. i pay rent here too. i deserve to sleep. i deserve to have a roommate who has the basic, human decency to treat common areas and shared living spaces with, i don't know, respect? is that too much to ask? or is your 'k/d ratio' more important than your roommate’s mental health?"
sakura’s breath hitched. she opened her mouth to speak, a tiny, squeaky sound escaping her throat, but when you glared at her, she clamped her lips shut and nodded frantically. she retreated further, sinking onto the edge of her bed as if she were a child being reprimanded by a teacher.
"i’m done asking nicely," you continued, your voice gaining volume, feeling the catharsis of finally letting it all out. "next time you scream at your monitor at three in the morning, i’m not coming to the door. i’m going straight to the ra. i don't care how much you hate it. i don't care about your friends on discord. i don't care how 'clutch' that play was. you are being selfish, you are being loud, and you are officially the worst roommate i could have possibly imagined."
she looked up at you then, her eyes glassy and wide, filled with a sudden, overwhelming sense of guilt. she opened her palms, pleading silently, her head tilted, waiting for you to finish. she was completely speechless, trapped in the corner of her own room, looking so small against the backdrop of her expensive monitors and gaming chairs.
you sighed, the adrenaline beginning to ebb, leaving you feeling hollow and weary. you looked at the headset dangling from her neck, then back at her. she looked like she might cry, or perhaps just sit there until you told her what to do.
"turn the computer off," you ordered, your voice flat.
sakura jumped, immediately reaching for the power button on her tower, her movements clumsy and rushed. she didn't look at her screen, didn't type a 'goodbye' to her teammates, just cut the power. the room plunged into near-darkness, save for the hallway light spilling in.
"goodnight, sakura," you said, turning on your heel. "and don't let me hear a single click on that keyboard for the rest of the night."
you walked back to your room, your heart finally slowing down. you didn't look back to see if she was watching you go, but you didn't need to. the silence in the hallway was immediate, heavy, and blissful. you climbed back into bed, pulled the duvet up to your chin, and closed your eyes.
for the first time all week, the only sound in the dorm was the steady, rhythmic sound of your own breathing. you lay there, waiting for sleep, feeling a strange sort of satisfaction. you hadn't needed a fight; you had just needed to be heard. and as you finally drifted off, you knew one thing for certain: tomorrow, things were going to be different.
the silence lasted. and for now, that was exactly what you needed.
morning came far too quickly: the shrill sound of your alarm ripped through the quiet darkness at exactly 7:00 am, and for one horrible moment, you genuinely forgot where you were. your body felt heavy, glued to the mattress beneath you, every muscle aching with exhaustion. you groaned into your pillow, blindly fumbling for your phone until your fingers finally smacked the screen hard enough to silence the alarm.
silence. actual silence. no keyboard clacking. no screaming. no muffled discord arguments through the walls. just peace.
you cracked one eye open slowly, your vision blurry as pale sunlight filtered weakly through the curtains. your room felt strangely calm after the chaos of the night before, but your body definitely hadn't recovered. even after finally falling asleep, your rest had been awful—too short, too restless, too full of lingering irritation.
you sat up with the grace of a reanimated corpse: your hair was a complete disaster, sticking out in random directions, and there were deep shadows beneath your eyes that made you look genuinely concerning. you stared blankly at yourself in the mirror across the room for several seconds.
“... jesus christ.”
you looked like you had fought in a war.
somewhere beyond your bedroom wall, you could hear faint movement from sakura’s room. soft footsteps. a drawer opening carefully. suspiciously quiet behavior.
good. fear was an excellent teacher.
you dragged yourself through your morning routine in a half–conscious haze, nearly putting toothpaste on your face wash at one point before realizing what you were doing. by the time you finally stumbled out of the dorm building with your bag hanging off one shoulder, the cold morning air hit your face hard enough to keep you barely alive.
the campus was already busy. students shuffled across pathways with coffees in hand, chatting loudly about assignments and weekend plans while you moved among them like a sleep–deprived ghost haunting university grounds.
your first class was torture.
you sat near the middle of the lecture hall, chin propped up in your palm, staring at the professor as if he were speaking an ancient language lost to time. words entered one ear and immediately exited the other. your eyes kept threatening to close every thirty seconds.
at one point, your head dipped so suddenly you nearly face-planted directly into your notebook.
"woah there." a hand caught your shoulder before impact.you blinked awake violently: sitting beside you, kim minju stared at you with poorly concealed amusement, one eyebrow raised high. beside her, kim chaewon looked equally concerned and entertained.
“... are you alive?” chaewon whispered.
you squinted at her for a long moment. "debatable."
minju snorted so loudly she had to cover her mouth to stop herself from laughing during the lecture. “oh my god, you look horrible.”
“thank you," you muttered bitterly.
"no, seriously.” chaewon added, leaning closer to inspect your face. “you have those giant eyebags anime characters get before they collapse dramatically.”
you rubbed your eyes. “i got like three hours of sleep.”
minju gasped dramatically. “three hours? what were you doing? studying? crying? committing crimes?”
“worse,” you deadpanned. “my roommate.”
both girls immediately lit up with interest.
chaewon leaned forward. “wait. the weird gamer girl?”
you let out the most exhausted sigh imaginable. “sakura.”
minju burst out laughing immediately, already understanding. “no way. what did she do this time?”
you slumped deeper into your chair, lowering your voice into a miserable mumble. “she was screaming at her computer until like three in the morning again. full–on demon behavior. yelling about hackers and one–shotting people or whatever the hell.”
chaewon’s eyes widened. “again?”
“again.”
“did you say anything?”
you slowly turned toward them and both girls paused. because apparently something in your expression gave the answer away instantly.
that absolutely destroyed them: minju bent forward against the desk, silently shaking with laughter while chaewon nearly choked trying not to cackle during class.
“what did you do?” minju wheezed.
you rubbed your forehead. “i marched into her room at three in the morning and basically gave her the scolding of a lifetime.”
chaewon looked seconds away from tears. “poor sakura.”
“poor me!” hou hissed back. “she looked at me like i was about to execute her. i swear she shrank like five inches.”
minju was fully losing composure now. “wait wait wait— didn’t she have that whole rgb setup? like the crazy streamer room?”
“yes.”
“so you walked in there looking sleep deprived and murderous while she sat there glowing purple like a raccoon caught in the trash?”
you pointed at her slowly. “exactly that.”
chaewon physically lowered her head onto the desk, shoulders shaking.
“and the worst part,” you continued, “is that she got all quiet afterward. like terrifyingly quiet.”
minju wiped tears from her eyes. “you traumatized her.”
“good.”
chaewon looked up again, grinning. “i’m just imagining sakura sitting there with her giant headphones looking like she just got called into the principal’s office.”
“that is literally what happened.”
another wave of laughter hit the two of them. even you cracked a tired smile despite yourself.
the professor continued talking somewhere in the background, completely ignored as minju leaned closer again, still giggling.
“so what now? is the freaky gamer roommate finally domesticated?”
you sighed dramatically and rested your head against the desk. “i don't know. but if i hear one more mechanical keyboard click tonight, i'm transferring universities.”
the lecture finally ended almost twenty minutes later, though to you it felt closer to six business days.
the second the professor dismissed the class, the room exploded into noise—chairs scraping, bags zipping, students flooding toward the exits in messy clusters. meanwhile, you remained completely motionless at your desk, staring into space with the thousand-yard stare of someone whose soul had permanently left their body around 3:14 am.
minju nudged your arm. “you’re dissociating again.”
“i'm ascending,” you mumbled weakly.
chaewon laughed under her breath as she slung her bag over one shoulder. “come on, zombie girl. let's get coffee before you collapse and become part of the classroom furniture.,”
you groaned dramatically but forced yourself upright, dragging your feet behind them as the three of you left the lecture hall together.
the campus hallways buzzed with morning energy that felt personally offensive to you. people were talking too loudly. walking too quickly. existing too enthusiastically. meanwhile, you shuffled beside your friends with the posture of a wounded victorian ghost.
minju kept glancing at you every few seconds like she was trying not to laugh.
finally, she cracked. “i still can't believe you terrorized sakura.”
you gave her a flat look, without even looking annoyed at all about how you behaved the night before. “she deserved it.”
“i’m not saying she didn”t,” minju replied innocently. “i just think it's funny because sakura literally looks like she’d cry if someone told her the cafeteria ran out of chicken nuggets.”
you rolled your eyes. “don”t let the act fool you. that girl turns into a possessed goblin when she games.”
“still,” chaewon mused, “she”s kinda cute.”
you almost tripped over your own feet. “... what?”
chaewon shrugged casually, though the grin on her face immediately gave away her evil intentions. “i mean. objectively.”
minju instantly joined in. “no, wait, she’s right.”
you stared at both of them in disbelief as they exchanged looks.
oh no. they had entered that phase of conversation. the dangerous one.
“sakura has, like…” minju tilted her head thoughtfully. “that weird loser–girl appeal.”
“exactly!” chaewon pointed at her excitedly. “like the socially awkward gamer thing.”
you looked horrified. “what are you two talking about?”
“the quiet voice when she’s not screaming at twelve–year–olds online—”
you stopped walking entirely. both girls turned toward you innocently.
“... you guys are insane.”
that only made them laugh harder. minju clutched your arm dramatically. “oh my god. imagine enemies to lovers.”
“there are no lovers!” you exclaimed in horror.
chaewon gasped theatrically. “you didn’t tell us she was your type.”
“she’s not my type.”
”mmmh.” minju narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “defensive.”
you buried your face in your hands for a second, already regretting telling them anything. this was a mistake. a horrible mistake.
“sakura is just…” you struggled for the right words. “she's weird.”
“weird hot,” chaewon corrected immediately.
“chaewon!”
“what?” she grinned. “i’m just saying, if i saw her in a dimly lit gaming cafe looking all sleep deprived and emotionally unavailable, i'd understand the vision.”
minju nearly folded in half laughing.
you looked between them with genuine betrayal. “i came here for emotional support.”
"and we're supporting the ship," minju replied proudly.
"there is no ship!"
chaewon hummed thoughtfully. "i don't knowww. the tension sounds kinda crazy."
you stared at her blankly. "what tension? i threatened to report her to the ra."
"exactly," minju said.
"...exactly what?"
"that's basically foreplay in academic rivals stories."
you made the most exhausted noise imaginable.
the three of you finally reached the campus café, and the warm smell of coffee hit instantly as you walked inside. students crowded the line while soft music played overhead, but your attention remained fully locked onto your two traitorous friends as they continued snickering beside you.
chaewon leaned against the counter casually. "okay but real question."
you narrowed your eyes immediately. "i don't like that tone."
"sakura walks into your dorm tonight wearing glasses and one of those black oversized hoodies," she began, completely serious now. "she apologizes quietly for keeping you awake. maybe she buys you snacks. maybe she looks all guilty and cute—"
"maybe she pushes her hair back and goes, 'i'll keep it down for you from now on,'" minju added dramatically.
you could physically feel your soul leaving your body.
"stop talking."
both girls completely ignored you.
"and then," chaewon continued, "you notice she's actually really pretty when she isn't screaming into a headset—"
"you guys are delusional."
"would you date her?" minju asked immediately.
"no."
"lie."
"NO."
minju squinted at you carefully.
then slowly smiled.
"oh my god."
your stomach dropped.
chaewon gasped beside her. “wait.”
“you hesitated.”
“i did not hesitate!”
“you literally buffered like bad wifi,” minju accused.
you pointed at them aggressively. “i am sleep deprived. my brain is operating at the speed of a microwave.”
chaewon was grinning way too hard now. “so that’s not a no.”
“it was a no.”
minju leaned closer with the most smug expression imaginable. “not convincing.”
you groaned loudly enough that several people in the café turned to look.
meanwhile, your two best friends stood there looking unbearably pleased with themselves, like they'd just uncovered the greatest scandal of the century.
and the worst part? a tiny, horrible part of your brain betrayed you by remembering the image of sakura from last night: messy hair. oversized hoodie. flustered expression. big nervous eyes glowing purple under led lights.
you immediately slammed that thought into a wall. absolutely not. but unfortunately, judging by the way minju and chaewon were staring at your increasingly red face, they already knew.
by the time you finally made it back to the dorm that evening, your body felt like it had been held together purely by caffeine and spite.
the sky outside had already darkened into a deep blue-gray, cold air following you into the building as you trudged down the hallway toward your room. your backpack felt heavier than usual, stuffed with textbooks, highlighted notes, and enough unfinished assignments to psychologically destroy a person.
all you wanted was one peaceful night.
one.
you unlocked the dorm door with a tired sigh and immediately froze.
click-clack-click-click.
your eye twitched.
from the other side of the apartment came the unmistakable sound of mechanical keyboard keys firing off at machine-gun speed.
"...you have got to be kidding me."
you slowly closed the door behind you, standing there in complete silence while listening harder.
mouse clicking.
rapid typing.
muffled game audio.
and then—
"NO, NO, NO—HE'S CAMPING THERE! WHY ARE YOU CAMPING THERE?!"
sakura.
your soul briefly left your body.
you dropped your bag onto the floor with a heavy thud and stared blankly at the ceiling for several long seconds, as if asking the universe for strength.
after everything last night.
after the lecture.
after your friends spent an entire day tormenting you.
this girl was gaming again.
you could literally hear minju's voice in your head.
“weird hot.”
you hated them both.
another burst of keyboard clicking echoed through the dorm, followed by sakura groaning dramatically somewhere behind her bedroom wall.
"i'm actually going to lose my mind," you muttered.
to be fair, she wasn't screaming like last night. not even close. her voice was quieter now, muffled enough that you could tell she was actively trying to keep herself under control.
which somehow made it worse.
because now every tiny sound stood out.
the clicking.
the frustrated little huffs.
the rolling desk chair wheels.
every noise crawled directly into your already exhausted brain.
you rubbed your face aggressively before dragging yourself toward the kitchen. maybe food would calm you down. maybe studying would distract you.
maybe you'd simply pass away.
the dorm itself was dimly lit except for the faint glow leaking from underneath sakura’s door. purple again.
always purple.
you opened the fridge, grabbed an energy drink and leftover convenience store kimbap, then shuffled toward the table with all the emotional energy of a divorced office worker.
for a while, you genuinely tried.
you spread your notes out neatly.
opened your laptop.
highlighted important sections.
you even managed to read almost three pages before—
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT DIDN'T HIT—"
a loud smack echoed from sakura’s room.
you closed your eyes slowly.
deep breaths.
peaceful thoughts.
murder illegal.
from behind the wall came immediate silence, followed by a tiny panicked voice.
"...sorry."
you blinked.
there was no response from her teammates this time. no laughing. no chaos.
just sakura awkwardly apologizing to nobody in particular after realizing she'd raised her voice.
you stared at your textbook.
then at the wall.
then back at the textbook.
annoyingly, guilt tried sneaking into your chest.
because she was trying.
badly, maybe, but trying.
you exhaled through your nose and forced yourself to continue reading.
five minutes passed.
then ten.
the dorm stayed mostly quiet aside from the occasional keyboard clicks and muffled game sounds. honestly, it should've been manageable.
except now your stupid brain wouldn't stop replaying what minju and chaewon had said earlier.
oversized hoodies.
glasses.
messy hair.
you hated this.
absolutely hated this.
another soft noise came from sakura’s room—this time not yelling, but a tiny, frustrated whine.
"... why is everyone in this game evil..."
you stared at your notes without seeing a single word.
because against your will, an image formed in your head automatically:
sakura sitting cross-legged in her gaming chair, hoodie sleeves covering half her hands, pouting at her monitor with sleepy eyes and messy hair illuminated by purple led lights.
you immediately slammed your textbook shut.
“nope.”
silence.
then, from behind the wall: “... what?”
your eyes widened slightly.
shit. you hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
a few seconds passed. then sakura’s bedroom door creaked open carefully.
you looked up from the table just in time to see her peeking around the corner. and unfortunately for your sanity, minju and chaewon had been right.
she looked unfairly cute right now: her dark hair was messy like she'd been running her hands through it for hours, soft strands falling into her eyes. a pair of round glasses sat crookedly on her nose, reflecting faint purple light from her room behind her. she wore an oversized black hoodie so big the sleeves swallowed her hands completely, and her expression looked painfully cautious.
like a guilty cat approaching someone after knocking over a glass.
“... did i do something again?” she asked quietly.
you stared at her for half a second too long.
dangerous mistake.
because now sakura looked even more nervous.
"sorry," she added quickly. "i'm trying to be quieter tonight."
you opened your mouth.
nothing came out.
because your sleep-deprived brain betrayed you at the worst possible moment by replaying minju’s voice again: “weird hot.”
you hated everybody.
as you stepped into the room, the cool, confident “gamer girl” persona sakura usually wore seemed to flicker for a split second. she cleared her throat, her fingers nervously tapping against the edge of her desk, moving away from her mouse. it was a rare sight because sakura, the girl who could play around with anyone without breaking a sweat, actually looking a little flustered.
“you’re... you”re actually here.” she muttered, her voice lacking its usual smooth, funny edge. she stood up, but instead of her usual swagger, she fidgeted with the hem of her oversized shirt, her eyes darting to yours and then quickly away.
she tried to regain her composure, forcing a small, lopsided grin, but a faint blush crept up her neck. she looked less like a heartbreaker and more like someone who was genuinely worried about making a good impression on you.
“i… uh... i finished my match just in time.” she said, rubbing the back of her neck. she stepped toward you, trying to close the gap, but her movements were a little more hesitant than usual. “did you... did you want a drink or something? we can do something, of ypu want.”
the silence between you stretched out, thick and heavy in the small dorm room. sakura seemed to be struggling with the quiet, her usual witty comebacks failing her. she stood there, caught between her desire to be the cool, seductive girl you met in the hallway and the sheer, unadulterated nerves she felt being alone with you.
she watched you, her dark eyes searching your face for any sign of what you were thinking. the neon lights cast long, dramatic shadows across her features, making her look even more striking. she bit her lip, her gaze dropping to your mouth for a fleeting second before she forced herself to look back up into your eyes.
“is it... is it awkward?” she asked softly, her voice barely a whisper. she let out a small, self deprecating laugh, finally abandoning the attempt to act ‘cool’. “i’m usually much better at this. i swear. i’m not usually this much of a mess.”
she took a tentative step closer, finally braving the distance. she reached out, her hand trembling just a fraction as she tucked a strand of your long red hair behind your ear.
“you look... incredible, by the way,.” she added, her voice regaining a hint of its usual sultry warmth, though the blush on her cheeks remained. “i couldn’t stop thinking about you all afternoon.”
she let her hand linger near your face, her thumb grazing your cheekbone with a feather light touch. the nervousness was still there, but the hunger was starting to eclipse it. her gaze dropped to your lips again, more boldly this time, as she waited to see if you would close the remaining distance between you.
as your lips met hers, sakura let out a tiny, startled gasp. for a split second, she froze, her body tensing up like she’d never actually done this before. her eyes widened in the dark, and she seemed momentarily lost, her brain short circuiting from the actual sensation of your lips on hers. it was clear she had spent more time watching others or dreaming about it than actually practicing.
but as the initial shock wore off, the “cool girl” instinct took over, fueled by a desperate, hungry curiosity. the nervousness vanished, replaced by a sudden, frantic energy. she didn’t quite know how to kiss back with grace, her movements a bit clumsy and uncoordinated, but she was incredibly eager.
while her mouth was a mess of hesitant, needy presses against yours, her hands were far more decisive. the “inexperienced” part of her was all in her technique, but the “perv” part of her was all in her hands. as she leaned into you, her hands slid down from your face with surprising speed, her palms pressing firmly against your waist before sliding lower.
she let out a muffled, needy moan into the kiss as her hands began to roam shamelessly. she wasn’t being gentle; she was groping you with a frantic, possessive grip, her fingers digging into your hips and pulling you flush against her body. she was trying to figure you out through touch, her hands wandering with a bold, uninhibited hunger that contrasted wildly with her clumsy kissing.
her hands continued their relentless exploration, sliding upward from your hips to squeeze firmly at your thighs, pulling you even closer until there was no air left between you. she was breathing heavily now, her nose brushing against yours as she broke the kiss for a split second to gasp for air, her eyes dark and glazed with a mix of confusion and intense lust.
“god, (y/n)...” she whined, her voice cracking slightly. she seemed to be operating entirely on instinct, her hands moving with a frantic, uncoordinated greed. she squeezed you tightly, her touch heavy and unrefined, as if she were trying to memorize every curve of your body through the fabric of your clothes. even though her kisses were still a little messy and lacked a certain rhythm, her physical boldness was undeniable; she was a girl who knew exactly what she wanted to touch, even if she didn’t quite know how to handle the sensation yet.
sakura’s breathing had become heavy, ragged gasps that echoed in the quiet of the dorm room. the clumsy, hesitant kissing was rapidly being replaced by a singular, primal focus. her hands, though unrefined in their movements, were relentless squeezing your thighs and pulling you closer until she could feel the heat radiating from your body.
she broke the kiss, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she slid down your body, her hands sliding from your waist to your hips, guiding you toward the edge of her bed. her eyes were dark, dilated, and filled with a desperate, hungry sort of worship. she looked up at you, her face flushed, her lips swollen from your kiss.
“(y/n)...” she whimpered, the name sounding like a prayer and a demand all at once. she wasn’t thinking about her gaming setup or her ‘bad girl’ reputation anymore. all she could think about was the scent of you and the way you felt in her hands.
without waiting for an answer, she dropped to her knees on the floor between your legs. her movements were frantic, almost impatient, as she worked to pull your clothes aside. she was like a starving person finally seeing a feast. as she moved closer, her hands gripped your thighs with a possessive, heavy pressure, her fingers digging into your skin to hold you steady.
she leaned in, her warm breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making you shiver. she looked up at you one last time, a look of pure, unadulterated lust on her face, before she buried her face against you. she was eager, unrefined, and completely consumed by the need to taste you, her tongue darting out tentatively at first before she began to feast on you with a hungry, desperate intensity.
she was uncoordinated, her tongue lashing out with a frantic, unpracticed energy that was almost overwhelming. she didn’t quite know the rhythm yet, her movements a bit too fast and too heavy, but the sheer enthusiasm in her eyes as she looked up at you through her dark lashes told you everything. she was a girl driven by pure, unadulterated hunger, her hands continuing to roam and squeeze your hips with a possessive, heavy grip, as if she were trying to anchor herself to you while she lost herself in your scent and taste. every time she heard you gasp or felt you arch against her, she let out a muffled, needy sound of her own, her head dipping back down to continue her desperate, messy, and utterly devoted feast.
sakura was a whirlwind of unrefined sensation. as she feasted on you, her focus shifted from the broad, wet strokes of her tongue to the tiny, pulsing center of your pleasure. she was like a girl discovering a new game, her eyes wide and glazed with a mix of intense concentration and pure, unadulterated lust.
her hands, which had been roaming your thighs, suddenly found their purpose. she gripped your hips with a heavy, possessive pressure, her fingers digging into your skin to keep you pinned as she focused her attention entirely on your clit. she wasn’t being delicate; her touch was heavy and a little too firm, the mark of someone who was learning through sheer, desperate instinct.
she began to use her tongue in short, rapid, flicking motions, her movements frantic and uncoordinated but incredibly intense. she was trying to mimic what she had seen in movies, her tongue darting against your sensitive nub with a hungry, rhythmic desperation. every time you let out a sharp gasp or your hips jerked upward, she let out a low, needy moan against your skin, her own body trembling from the sheer proximity to your heat.
as she worked, her thumb joined the fray. she reached up, her hand sliding between your legs to find you, her thumb pressing firmly against your clit in a heavy, circular motion that matched the frantic pace of her tongue. she was being a complete perv, her touch uninhibited and shamelessly direct, her fingers and tongue working together in a messy, beautiful chaos to drive you toward the edge.
“do you... do you like that?” she whimpered against you, her voice muffled and thick with her own arousal. she looked up for a split second, her face flushed a deep red, her dark eyes searching yours for validation even as her hands and mouth continued their relentless, heavy assault. she was clumsy, yes, but she was so incredibly, desperately eager to make you come, her entire being focused on the sensation of your body reacting to her touch.
she didn’t wait for an answer, sensing the way your breath hitched and your muscles tightened. seeing your reaction only fueled her frantic energy. she redoubled her efforts, her thumb pressing harder, more rhythmically, against your clit while her tongue swirled and flicked with a desperate, uncoordinated intensity. she was a mess of heat and hunger, her hands squeezing your hips so tightly it was almost bruising, as if she were trying to pull your very soul out of you through the sheer force of her touch. every time you arched your back or let out a choked moan, she let out a triumphant, needy sound of her own, her face buried deep between your thighs as she chased the sensation of your impending climax with everything she had.
the air in the room was thick with the scent of arousal and the frantic, heavy sounds of sakura’s breathing. as you reached your limit, your body tensing into a tight coil of pure sensation, sakura seemed to sense the shift. she wasn’t just guessing anymore; she could feel the tremors running through your thighs, the way your muscles were clenching around her tongue and thumb.
when the climax finally hit you, a violent, beautiful wave of pleasure, you let out a choked, broken sound. sakura didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into it, her movements becoming even more frantic and desperate as if she were trying to catch the very essence of your release. she pressed her face harder against you, her tongue working with a feverish, uncoordinated intensity, her thumb applying a heavy, rhythmic pressure that drove you even deeper into the peak.
she let out a loud, triumphant moan of her own, her hands squeezing your hips so hard her knuckles were white. she was vibrating with the intensity of it, her own unspent lust making her body tremble against your legs. she was a mess hair tousled, face flushed, eyes glazed but she was completely, utterly devoted to the sensation of you coming under her touch.
as the waves slowly began to recede, leaving you breathless and trembling, sakura didn’t immediately pull back. she stayed there for a long moment, her forehead resting against your inner thigh, her breath hot and ragged against your skin. she let out a long, shaky exhale, a sound of pure, exhausted satisfaction.
slowly, she crawled back up the bed toward you, her movements uncoordinated and heavy with lethargy. her eyes were dark and hooded, looking at you with a mixture of awe and a hunger that hadn't been entirely sated. she looked like a predator that had just finished a feast, yet there was a softness in her gaze, a vulnerability that only showed when she was this close to you.
“wow…” she whispered, her voice a raspy, broken thread. she reached out, her hand trembling slightly as she brushed a damp strand of hair from your forehead. her thumb traced your lower lip, her touch much gentler now, though her eyes still burned with a shameless, pervish heat. “(y/n)... you’re... you’re fucking incredible.”
she leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead before sliding down to rest her head on your chest, listening to the frantic thudding of your heart. she looked up at you through her dark lashes, a lopsided, sleepy, but still incredibly flirty smirk playing on her lips.
“so…” she purred, her voice dropping back into that sultry, low register despite her exhaustion. “do you think... you can handle round two? or should we just stay like this for a while?”
sakura’s eyes went wide, her pupils nearly swallowing the iris as she felt you shift. she was still reeling from the high of your climax, her body heavy and warm, but as you moved to straddle her, her breath hitched in a sharp, needy gasp. she was lying on her back, her hair sprawled messily across her gaming pillow, looking up at you with a gaze that was pure, unadulterated worship.
as you lowered yourself, pressing your heat directly against her, sakura let out a low, guttural moan. she was still a bit of a mess her movements uncoordinated and her breathing erratic but the feeling of you grinding against her was more than she could handle. she reached up, her hands immediately finding your waist, her fingers digging into your skin with that familiar, possessive, ‘perv’ grip. she wasn’t just holding you; she was pulling you down, trying to force as much contact as possible.
“oh god... (y/n)... yes…” she whimpered, her head tossing back against the pillow. the sensation of you tribbing against her was overwhelming. she was inexperienced with the rhythm, so instead of guiding you, she mostly just reacted to you, her hips jerking up in unpracticed, frantic attempts to meet your movements.
her hands didn't stay still for a second. as you moved rhythmically against her, her hands slid from your waist to your ass, squeezing the flesh firmly, her palms hot and damp. she was a total mess, her breathing coming in short, jagged bursts, her eyes squeezed shut as she focused entirely on the friction between you. every time you pressed down hard, she let out a broken, needy sound, her body arching off the bed as if she were trying to merge her very soul with yours.
“don’t stop... please, don’t stop.” she pleaded, her voice a raspy, desperate command. she was losing herself in the sensation, her unrefined nature showing in the way she gripped you sometimes too tight, sometimes a little clumsy but the sheer intensity of her desire was undeniable.
she was a girl driven by touch, and right now, the feeling of you grinding against her was the only thing in her world. her hands continued to roam shamelessly, her fingers tracing the line of your spine and then digging back into your hips, her entire body vibrating with the anticipation of the next peak.
the friction was driving her insane. sakura’s hips were bucking upward in a desperate, uncoordinated attempt to match your pace, her body reacting to every slide and press of your heat against hers. she was completely undone, her usual “cool gaming girl” composure shattered into a million pieces of pure, unadulterated need. her hands were everywhere gripping your thighs, squeezing your hips, and occasionally sliding up to pull you even tighter against her, as if she were trying to absorb you into her very skin.
“fuck, (y/n)... right there... please…” she choked out, her voice cracking. her eyes were rolled back, her face flushed a deep, burning crimson. she was a mess of sweat and heavy breathing, her movements unrefined but fueled by a frantic, starving energy. she didn’t know how to be subtle, so she just gripped you with a possessive, heavy force, her fingers digging into your skin as she chased the sensation of you grinding against her.
as the tension reached a breaking point, sakura’s entire body began to tremble violently. her breath hitched, turning into a series of short, sharp gasps, and her grip on your hips tightened until her knuckles were white. she let out a loud, uninhibited cry, her back arching off the bed in a desperate, beautiful spasm as she finally surrendered to the overwhelming wave of pleasure, her body shuddering in a long, intense climax that left her gasping for air, completely spent and utterly yours.
the room fell into a heavy, ringing silence, broken only by the sound of two sets of frantic, ragged breathing. sakura lay sprawled beneath you, her chest heaving as she fought to pull oxygen back into her lungs. her hair was a dark, tangled halo against the pillow, and her skin was slick with a fine sheen of sweat, glowing under the dim neon lights.
she looked completely wrecked. the girl who usually played video games and shouted until the early hours of the morning was gone, replaced by a girl who looked entirely undone, her eyes glazed and her lips swollen and red. as your weight settled on her, she didn’t try to push you away; instead, her hands still acting on that unrefined, possessive instinct slid up from your hips to wrap firmly around your waist, pulling you down so she could tuck her face into the crook of your neck.
“holy... shit…” she breathed out, the words vibrating against your skin. it wasn’t a suave comment; it was a raw, honest admission of how much you had just destroyed her. she let out a long, shaky exhale, her body still twitching with the aftershocks of her climax.
she stayed quiet for a moment, just holding you, her grip tight and grounding. then, she shifted slightly, tilting her head up to look at you. even in her state of total exhaustion, that mischievous, slightly perverted glint returned to her eyes. she reached up a hand, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw with a newfound, clumsy tenderness.
“you’re a menace, (y/n).” she whispered, a lopsided, breathless smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. she sounded half exhausted and half impressed, her voice a low, raspy purr. “i thought i was the one who was supposed to be the trouble here. but you... you’re something else entirely.”
she pulled you down for a slow, deep, and much more coordinated kiss this time a kiss that tasted of salt and shared heat. it wasn’t frantic like before; it was a lingering, intimate seal of what had just happened. when she pulled back, she didn’t let go, her hands sliding down to rest heavily on your lower back, keeping you close.
“don’t think you’re getting away that easily, though.” she teased, her voice dropping to a sultry, playful whisper as she nuzzled her nose against yours. “i think... i might need a little more ‘practice’ to make sure i can keep up with you next time. what do you think?”
A/N: Prompt for @mysonesecret. Thank you for hosting!
Fanprose link here.
Enjoy.
There’s this one girl, right?
Always orders the same thing—one iced cafe latte with almond milk instead of the usual whole milk that you use, less sugar and an extra shot. Before, you would make her order whenever she would come visit, nowadays you make it a part of your routine because she—
Always comes in on the weekdays just shy of the arms of your clock meeting nine, her bag slung over her shoulder, greeting you with a shy smile as she orders her regular drink. Sometimes she’ll order a pastry, but most times she’ll just get her latte.
She always pays with her card, oftentimes giving you a small tip after she’s gone and realized she’ll be visiting this place more often than she was expecting.
Always sits down by the window, always sets up her laptop and works (you assume) for a good while before she leaves.
Normally (and by that, you mean never) you don’t keep track of all the nuances. Orders for specific regulars, sure; it’s part of the job. But when you start to notice the little things that she does, you start getting to know her just a little bit more.
Which is odd, when you don’t even know her name.
But what you do know, is that she always takes a deep breath before her first sip. She stares out the window when she looks stuck on something. Doesn’t seem to like getting calls whenever you hear the ringing come from her laptop. And on the extremely rare occasions that she smiles, it makes you pause whatever you’re doing.
And even with all these things in your head, you still don’t know her name. What she does for a living, what she likes about your cafe, whatever.
It’s not like you care, much.
She’s a customer. Considered a regular. Someone you see on the daily for a few hours, even if you two don’t really talk except for when she pays for her order.
So when Thursday comes by and you do your usual routine of prepping your coffee machine, checking the pastries, turning the sign to tell everyone that your shop’s open and serving a few customers that managed to beat the rush hour, you finally had a chance to sneak in her order only a few minutes short of when she usually comes in.
Except she didn’t.
You think—hey, traffic is a bitch and she must’ve gotten stuck or something. She’ll probably come by a few minutes late.
Half an hour goes by and you’re remaking her order because the ice has melted. An hour passes, and now you’re looking up every time the bell on your door rings.
Probably just busy today. Must have a lot of things to do, other places to be. You’re totally not worrying about her at all.
Swear you didn’t screw up any orders the entire day. Or clean the already shiny counter. Or keep making her order every other hour.
Really, it did not happen.
So when the door rang once more minutes before you were about to close, you thought it must’ve been one of the guys who were on the night shift. Didn’t even bother looking up anymore, not when you were already moving to make the order.
“The usual?”
“Please.” That didn’t sound like a guy.
You look up and lo and behold—it’s her. Looking a lot worse for wear. A hand bag instead of her usual one, eyes looking a little red, hair a little messy.
You blink. “Rough day?”
She smiles, scoffing through her nose. “You could say that.”
Your head nods to her spot. “Take a seat, I’ll bring it to you in a bit.”
Her order’s made within minutes, and you walk over to her window seat. Her drink in one hand, a plate of croissant in another, you place it down on her table. “On the house tonight.”
“You’re generous today.” She glances down then looks up at you. “You do this for all your customers?”
“Course not,” you reply. “You’re probably the third.”
“Lucky me,” she muses. She takes another look down at her plate, a hand reaching out to her drink. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it,” you say, taking a few steps back and looking around. “You’re welcome to stay while I clean up.”
She smiles at you as she takes a sip of her drink, giving you a thumbs up. You take it as your cue to finish up with your closing ritual.
Put the chairs up, pack up any leftover pastries for food donations—you maybe make her a small box of it—and clean the coffee machine, the counter, the floor. All while she’s over at her regular spot, enjoying her iced cafe latte and dessert.
You two don’t make much conversation aside from the fleeting comments she makes—
“You clean your machine everyday?”
“Can’t exactly afford to have the food inspectors shut me down.”
And the curious questions you ask—
“How’s the food?”
“Good. I shouldn’t be having coffee this late, but after today I think I deserve it.”
You don’t question her about it, as much as you wanted to. The chance to ask passes when she’s surrendering her cup and plate to you, her smile looking a little brighter than it was when she entered. “Thanks for the food.”
“Anytime.” You take the glass and porcelain from her, placing it down at the counter then handing her a pack of pastries. “Here, for you.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“You look like you could use a pick me up.”
She takes it with a thank you, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. Her mouth hesitates, until she speaks.
“My name’s Sakura, by the way.”
You tell her yours, and she lets out a laugh.
“I know.” Her smile turns into a grin. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Your cup’ll be waiting,” you reply, and she’s out the door with a wave and a smile.
sakura hakura x gn!reader. 718 words
nsft (lite). sakura + reader are in their late 20s. enemies with benefits to something. alcohol use. non-descriptive hooking up (pegging). sub/bottom sakura. entirely unpolished.
your elusiveness has always pissed him off, but he wasn't expecting what would happen once he let himself get caught.
enemies to lovers with sakura where you're a part of a rival gang and he never could get you to talk to him seriously. all it takes is one night, tsubaki dragging him and the others to some club only for you to be there in attendance. while everyone else fucks off to have fun, he remains fixated on you at the bar, still trying to get you to take him seriously. you agree to answer his questions only if he drinks with you. a couple drinks in and you're flirting with him, his mind growing clouded with images of kissing and touching you before you finally proposition getting outta the club.
(how was he to know that finally having your attention would be so addicting?)
the blowjob was heavenly. the pegging was entirely unexpected—he went into it thinking he'd fuck you only for you to thoroughly fuck him. he's upset at how sore he is in the morning, his mood only worsening when you're seemingly indifferent.
"an attempt was made. oh well. have a good one, sakura!"
(he's seeing red, fuming on the walk home, wondering what the hell happened.)
sakura swears he's done with you. he tried but he can give up on this stupid endeavor.
only for him to come back to you (tucked inside the same spot at the club on friday).
only for you to tell him that if he wants you, it'll be the same as last time.
only for him to "reluctantly" agree.
and again.
and again.
and again.
until he's sober and craving the feel of you.
you're so receptive to him, raising a single brow at his appearance at your place of work (near the end of your shift), smiling at his rising blush and shifting eyes. an awkward request comes bubbling past his lips, the desire to spend the night with you (you find it entirely endearing that he comes in and asks you to drop your evening plans for him, enough that you do, the text already going out before he finishes his stammering).
he's not expecting the way you're soft with him, rewarding him for coming to you like he has, making him cum harder than before. he's not expecting the thud of his heart when you offer to let him touch you, just for a bit, just enough so he knows the feel.
just enough for the pull he feels for you grow, turning into something beyond just physical.
(in the morning, you call him "sweet boy" and he can almost feel the way it rewires his brain).
it comes a couple weeks later, just outside of the club where it all started.
"i wanna see you again."
"oh? is this not enough? you see me often enough as it is, don't you think?"
(he shakes his head and you try to walk away. his hand is quick, firm around your wrist.)
"I wanna see you again. wanna... fuck."
"oh, come now, sakura. if you want something from me, you already know i need you to ask."
"shaddup! i want you to be mine."
"yours?"
"or, i mean... i wanna be—"
"you want to be mine?"
(sakura squirms under your consideration, the tilt of your head as you look him up and down. your free hand comes up and he tenses, afraid of the words building behind your closed lips, only for you to caress his face, thumb coming to brush over the pink of his cheek. and then you smile.)
"you like this so much you want to be exclusive?"
"i—"
(the seconds tick on as you wait for him to say it, his throat seizing with the realization.)
"you'll have to tell me, sweet boy."
(he flushes crimson and you smile and the fuzziness in his chest grows worse.)
"i like you this much that I... want to be exclusive or whatever."
(a kiss is given in response, the first since the night this all started. he knows he's in trouble when he chases you in the aftermath.)
the following morning, when you're lazily stroking him in bed, you murmur into his neck, "if i knew that this is how i was going to get my hands on bofurin's old leader, i would've heard you out a hell of a lot sooner."
Y/n goes viral after clips from her just chatting Stream reacting to videos fans requested her to watch. Gaining the opportunity to stream her favorite games with some of her favorite groups and skater.
Or in other words
Y/n fangirled so hard with her chat she now gets to play overwatch 2, Valorant, and Fortnite with Sakura Miyawaki, Megan Skiendiel, Girlset, and Alysa Liu.
✿ We might be a mess but we're fearless ~ Sakura Miyawaki x Reader
- Before the stream had even started and Sakura's arrival it had already been a chaotic few hours for Y/n. Somehow sleeping through her alarm, losing her webcams, chargers, and grabbing the wrong drinks. But somehow with all the chaos the stream was up and running by the time Sakura arrived.
✿ Eyekonic duo ~ Megan Skiendiel x Reader
- Y/n is locked in for once carrying the team while Megan is being Y/n's pocket sage while also trying not to die
✿ Little miss sweet little miss cute little miss lock tf in ~ Girlset x Reader
- Five stack with Girlset, will Y/n lock in and be the goat she says she is or will it just be her bottom fragging while the girls carry her...
✿ I got carried by Alysa Liu 😱 ~ Alysa Liu x Reader
- Y/n claims to be goated at fort but Alysa ends up always clutching and reviving Y/n in every match
A/n ~ I was gonna add Amber Glenn to this perooo I don't know jack shit about magic the gathering..... I'll be using my gaming knowledge and what I know about streaming to write this. It'll be multiple parts of probably just pure chaos lol
Random Naruto character headcanons as hispanic stereotypes in High School bc i lived through them.
warning: obvs ooc, just for funsies do not take anything here seriously, not written formally. not exactly an x reader.
characters included: naruto, sasuke, sakura, ino, hinata, shikamaru, temari, rock lee
Naruto Uzumaki:
Certified torta pounder, idc what ya'll say. Si no esta gorda, no me importa.
Naruto has a beat up Tacoma and it's his baby. Yes, he burns the tires sometimes just to show off, but he ensures he replaces the tires before they get bald.
His truck has a sticker on the back windshield that says "fat bitches only" with a sticker of the flag of Mexico to the left of it.
He's not a full on edgar, but he will say cuh from time to time to seem hard.
He's definitely the first one to try shit at parties, but his fights are mainly pushing the other person and saying "what? What? Swing first!"
He does know how to fight though so if it actually escalates, he'll for sure win.
His song is Mente Positiva by Junior H
Sasuke Uchiha
Nonchalant emo.
Do yall remember those early punks vs emos era in Mexico back in the day? Yeah he's THAT emo.
He's the stereotypical younger brother que se agarra a putazos con su hermano, Itachi.
He'll be annoyed, try to cuss out Itachi for simply playing candy crush with his old man glasses
Itachi will slowly get up from his chair "ya sacaste boleto."
Sasuke gets beat up every damn time
At dinner, he'll have a black eye hidden under concealer and eyeliner
"Gordo, pasame los frijoles."
His mom gave him that nickname because he was a fat baby.
His song is Los Malaventurados No Lloran by Pxndx
Sakura Haruno
Buchi-fresa, but not the bad kind.
She wears sparkly sandles with ripped jeans and a pink cropped top
She's very sweet honestly, she's not exactly the type to gossip.
She has long hair, she takes pride in her self care routine.
Good grades, its mostly her friends that get her in trouble. Like Naruto and Sasuke.
She does tend to rebel from time to time though, sneaking out..
She gets caught every time because of Sasuke's loud ass modded sports car or Naruto's dumbass trying to start up his truck though.
Has to clean the entire house to be let out, curfew is at 11 AT MOST
If she gets pissed off, she tends to do petty shit instead. Like posting indirects about you on her ig notes or bumping onto your desk to spill your water bottle on you.
Goes on rutas on Naruto's Razr from time to time.
Her song is Malas Decisiones by KeniaOS
Ino Yamanaka
An actual fresa
The type to spread rumors about you, talk shit to your face too.
The way she talks reflects her too, like she says "ay, equis" or "ni al caso"
She knows her value and doesn't chase, she likes to be chased instead. She lets her beauty and brains get to her head most of the time.
She's the type to hang out in the restrooms before the bell to do her makeup.
She definitely takes the entire counter for herself.
Ino also side eyes the girls that vape in the stalls, says they're "nacas" and "corrientes".
Her song is Sabor Fresa by Fuerza Regida
Hinata Hyuga
The kindest girl you will ever meet.
She wears those long body hugging dresses with sandals. Not sparkly, the ones that wrap around your feet.
She's definitely a Coach girly.
Carries a lavender water bottle with her to class.
She definitely falls in love with Edgar Naruto from afar but doesn't want to talk to him in case he hurts her feelings.
Not much to stay other than she's definitely in the student council but works in the background as treasurer rather than president.
Song is Igual Que Un Angel (Con Peso Pluma) by Kali Uchis
Temari
You know how Ino shits on the girls that vape in the stalls?
Temari is one of those girls.
She doesn't outright skip class, but she'll often go in between periods or will ask to go to the restroom to vape while she scrolls through tiktok real quick.
Sometimes she smokes the penjamin just to be able to deal with people.
She's not one of those loud hot cheeto girls that vape though, she's just quiet.
Her boyfriend is the drug dealer of the school though.
Song is Amnesia by La Santa Grifa
Shikamaru
The drug dealer of the school.
He's not an outright junkie, he just enjoys drugs from time to time.
Definitely pops a xanny in the morning and by afternoon he's fucking dead.
Not literally, just dead tired as a result.
He goes to the restrooms to smoke too, he's kind though.
If he sees someone in the restroom he'll offer the penjamin to them.
He doesn't pressure people into smoking though, he's one of those stoners that tell the younger classmates that "weed is unnecessary, don't do it if you're having any doubts."
Nonchalant as fuck, but still respected by a lot of people.
Doesn't get into fights, he'll be the one to actually hold them back. Usually has to hold Naruto back and gets in trouble for it.
Definitely the cousin in Thanksgiving that goes out for "a walk" with the others.
While he mostly listens to Xavier Wulf, Suicideboys, and BONES, he'll occasionally listen to Ivan Cornejo or softer Peso Pluma songs like "Luna"
Song is Sodium by BONES or Lagunas by Peso Pluma
Lee:
Big time yearner
He definitely dresses up like a cowboy, bootcut jeans, boots, and a button up shirt from Ariat. Or just a regular collar shirt at times.
While he definitely looks like an Edgar due to his bowl cut, he doesn't exactly act like one.
He's the type to be a gentleman, often bringing bouquets to school for his girl.
He's def the type to have a banda play for his girl on special occasions.
He's gone through several girls, not in a sexual manner, just that most girls use him for the gifts and actions then leave him once they realize he's actually kind, that it's not an act.
The kindest man you'll ever meet honestly.
Song is "El Bueno y el Malo" by Banda Sierra Sagrada
Naruto drives like shit, he can't help it when his vehicle is just as shitty as his fashion sense. the friend group is excited to go to the bar, wanting to have fun after a rough exam week, only for Naruto to get pulled over on the way.
sasusaku x reader (hinted)
wc: 2.4k
warnings; early 2000s, modern, college AU. this is inspired by this shit (its a tt, go watch it real quick lmao-)
The beat-up Ford Tacoma’s engine roared like it had a vendetta against the world as Naruto mashed down on the gas. The suspension groaned under the strain, bouncing over every tiny bump in the road, making your stomach do somersaults. You clutched the handle above your seat, the one clearly meant for clothing hangers, not for surviving high-speed joyrides, with every ounce of strength you had. Being in the back with Naruto at the wheel was always an exercise in chaos, and tonight was no exception. “Fucking naruto bro..”
Naruto’s driving was pure chaos incarnated. Somehow, though, the guy who once tried to race a dump truck across the village streets was… surprisingly competent when tipsy. Its the only reason why he was driving to the bar even though everyone would be getting incredibly fucked up tonight. After the bar, no one wanted to risk getting an uber. Naruto Uzumaki was the best drunk driver in the friend group. But sober? Holy shit he was ass. Sakura squirmed beside you, gripping the console like it could keep her alive. Sasuke, ever the calm storm, leaned back with an almost too casual grace, one hand braced on the truck frame above his head, the other resting lightly on Sakura’s waist.
You were seated right behind Naruto, Sakura in the middle, Sasuke on the far right, and Hinata in the passenger seat. Hinata let out a startled yelp as the truck lurched forward, her modest purple club dress swaying but still somehow managing to look effortlessly elegant, her eyes wide in panic.
You and Sakura, on the other hand, were dressed to kill. Your dress clung in all the right places, high slit showing off toned legs, almost showing your black thong, high heel boots threatening to make this ride even more dangerous. Sakura’s fitted black dress left little to the imagination, the way it hugged her curves making Sasuke’s hand lower over her waist as he held onto the truck frame above his head.
“Do you need me to drive there, you dobe?” Sasuke groaned, his dark gaze locked on Naruto, tension clear in his jaw. Naruto snorted, barely keeping the truck straight. “Nah, I got it!” He wiggled his eyebrows. He most definitely did NOT have the truck in check.
Hinata shrieked from the passenger seat as Naruto slammed the Tacoma forward, the tires screaming in protest. “Naruto! The brakes!” she cried, eyes wide as the truck dipped and lurched.
“Chill, Hinata! I’m just—uh—checking them,” Naruto said, grinning maniacally. “Yeah… just a little squeak. Might need new brake pads. No biggie.”
“You might need new brake pads?!” Sasuke hissed, his voice a dangerous low rumble. “Do you have any idea how close we are to being a viral video?”
“Relax, Sasuke. I got this!” Naruto chirped, waving a dismissive hand, barely keeping the wheel straight.
You groaned, burying your face on the side of your arm that held onto the handle above you. “Focus on not fucking killing us, Naruto!” Immediately after, Naruto hits a nasty pothole which makes Hinata suck in a breath, holding onto the front dashboard momentarily as she squeaks too. Sakura squealed and grabbed onto the console in front of her like it was a lifeline. You dug your right hand into her thigh for leverage, trying to stay upright, and she shot you a look somewhere between shock and mild annoyance. You slightly squeeze onto the flesh, provoking a light blush on Sakura’s cheeks. Which doesn’t go unnoticed by Sasuke as he scoffs.
“[Name], You’re not helping!” she groaned.
“I’m just surviving!” you yelled back, holding on for dear life as the Tacoma groaned under the stress. Its rust-speckled frame rattled ominously, the faded paint peeling in angry flakes. The truck smelled faintly of motor oil and old fast food wrappers, the windows streaked with grime that didn’t exactly help visibility.
Sasuke sighed, tightening his hold on Sakura. “You are impossible, [Name].” You gasp, lowkey offended. “I’m not the one driving like shit, Uchiha!”
Hinata leaned forward, clutching the dashboard harder like it could save her life. “Please don’t die before we even get to the bar,” she muttered, cheeks flushed. You peeked at yourself in the cracked rearview mirror, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. Even with the chaos, you looked… incredible. Hair perfect, outfit flawless, high heel boots balancing dangerously on the truck floor.
“Seriously, Naruto, slow down!” you called, voice half panic, half awe.“Relax! Nothing bad ever happens when I drive!” he said, eyes wide and completely oblivious to the havoc around him. The Tacoma creaked, groaned, and rattled under the strain, but Naruto drove on, blissfully confident in his questionable skills. Sasuke’s jaw tightened as the truck bounced over another pothole. “You’re going to give someone—everyone—a heart attack.”
“Only if it’s boring,” Naruto replied, beaming. “And where’s the fun in that?” You gripped the seat handle tighter, your grip on Sakura’s thigh almost bruising which causes her to yelp and smack your hand away.
“My bad my bad-”
The truck was so old that the back seats didn’t even have seatbelts—only Naruto and Hinata were technically “safe.” You gripped the metal handle above your seat like it was a lifeline, your heels precariously balanced on the worn floorboards.
Naruto, blissfully oblivious to the chaos he was creating, fiddled with the stereo. “Gotta make sure the vibe’s right for the bar!” he said, finally getting his iPhone 14 to connect via the Tacoma’s ancient Bluetooth. A classic 2000s jam filled the truck, and you couldn’t help but smirk when a particular song hit: “Damn If I Do Ya.”
Hinata leaned toward him, soft voice blending with the music. “I like this song…”
“You like it?” Naruto laughed, gesturing wildly while keeping one hand on the wheel. “Hinata, you have good taste! I respect that.”
Mostly, he yapped while she listened, occasionally chiming in with small comments. You focused on keeping your balance as the truck bounced over potholes, trying to make small talk with Sasuke and Sakura.
“You two are… kinda matching,” you said, nodding at Sasuke’s crisp black button-up and Sakura’s sleek little black dress. “Lowkey cute.” Sakura blushes at the mention, biting her lower lip as she slowly lets go of the console in front of her.
Sasuke’s dark eyes flicked toward you, sharp and unreadable, before he smirked just slightly. “You match perfectly with us too.” Your stomach did a weird little flip, your kitty purring upon seeing the look in his eyes. Was he flirting? Surely not, Sasuke wasn’t that obvious… right?
Before you could dwell on it, Sakura suddenly shouted, “Naruto! Slow down-there’s a cop!”
Too late. True to form, Naruto slammed the brakes, the Tacoma jolting forward as they barreled past the State Trooper with no chance to slow. The tires screeching loudly into the night. Your face is shoved into the back seat of Naruto’s driver seat, your face smooshing into it and you groan as a result. “That shit hurt-” Sakura’s body had doubled over the console, Hinata reaching over to cover the top of her head so she didn’t hit her head. Sasuke had fast enough reflexes to hold onto the seat in front of him, his fingers accidentally tangled into Hinata’s long hair. He quickly removes them as the truck comes into an abrupt “slowing-down” attempt. But unfortunately he had pulled on her hair. He mutters an apology as Hinata winces in pain.
Immediately, everyone went quiet, side-eyes flying between the backseat occupants.“Maybe he didn’t see?-” Naruto began nervously, voice shaking. Hinata’s hand gripped the dashboard, while the other was still on top of Sakura’s head, knuckles white. “He saw,” she whispered.
Everyone groaned in unison as red and blue lights flashed in the rearview mirror. Sasuke leaned forward, jaw tight, hand still resting possessively on Sakura’s waist as he aided her on her sitting back against the cushion seats. “I knew this was a bad idea,” he muttered under his breath, voice low and annoyed.
Naruto, still grinning nervously, stuttered, “Uh… maybe… maybe it’s fine… probably fine…” You exchanged a look with Sakura, your heels clicking slightly on the floorboard as reality sank in. “Naruto,” you said, voice flat, “it’s not fine.”
The Tacoma rattled and groaned as Naruto reluctantly pulled over, the engine coughing like it might give up entirely. You realized that surviving this ride was going to take more than just holding on, you were going to need a miracle.
“Naruto, chill-” you began, your voice tight with equal parts panic and frustration.
“I am chill,” he said, too loudly, too fast, blonde hair bouncing with the motion of the truck. His grip on the wheel was white-knuckled, but his grin was entirely misplaced.
Sasuke scoffed, removing his hand from Sakura’s waist with a deliberate huff and resting it on his lap, man-spreading in the cramped backseat. Sakura immediately closed her legs tighter, pressing herself into the seat as if trying to make him notice she was giving him space.
“Motherfucker-” you muttered under your breath, glaring daggers at him. Your hands curled into fists as you tried to keep your balance, heels precariously digging into the worn floor. Seeing Sakura squirm like that made your chest tighten, protective instincts flaring.
The sharp, heavy knock-knock on Naruto’s window made everyone jump. Naruto froze, the grin slipping into something more nervous, as he rolled down the window. Hinata quickly leaned forward, muting the music, whispering, “Just… keep calm.” Her voice trembled slightly, betraying her anxiety.
The State Trooper leaned slightly in, flashlight cutting through the dark night. “You know why I stopped you, son?” The thick accent made you purse your lips, trying desperately not to giggle. Sakura elbowed you sharply, eyes wide. Don’t make this worse.
All of you stared at the officer, hearts hammering in your chests. The red and blue lights bounced violently across the truck, reflecting in your eyes like warning sirens. Naruto’s hands remained fixed on the wheel, blonde hair falling into his face as he tried to stay casual. “No, sir,” he said, voice tighter than he intended.
“Your left rear light is out.”
You snapped your head around, heart skipping a beat. No. No way. The reflection from the patrol car’s lights confirmed it, nothing was out. “No it ain’t,” you said firmly, eyebrows furrowed. Hinata leaned back slightly, whispering, “It’s true… it isn’t.” The officer’s flashlight hit you directly in the face. You squinted violently, blinking against the white glare. “Ma’am, I’m gonna need you to stay out of this,” he said. Naruto scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Even I can see it isn’t.”
“Sir, I need to see your license and registration.” Sasuke’s gaze sharpened, dark and measured, a quiet growl in his chest. His father was a lawyer; he was studying law himself to continue the Uchiha legacy. “Naruto,” he said softly, voice calm but full of warning. Naruto waved him off lazily. “For what?” “License and registration, son,” the officer repeated, the light glinting off his badge.
“Sir-”
“Step out of the vehicle for me.”
Hinata gasped lightly, hand flying to her chest. Your stomach dropped. Were they really in that much trouble? Sasuke immediately shifted, instinctively moving closer to protect both you and Sakura. His hand brushed Hinata’s shoulders for a brief, grounding moment, an unspoken “it’s okay” passing through the gesture. Then, without even thinking, he draped his left arm across the backseat, reaching toward both you and Sakura. His dark eyes darted between the officer and the group, calculating. If anyone tries something… I’ve got you.
You couldn’t help the small flutter in your chest as your hand brushed his arm—Sasuke being protective like this was… intoxicating. Meanwhile, your gaze flicked subtly to Sakura, noticing the way her eyes were fixed on him as well, the tension in her jaw softening ever so slightly as she leaned toward him without even realizing it.
Hinata glanced at Sasuke, her worried expression silently asking what they should do. Sasuke’s calm but steady presence seemed to reassure her, and you could see the tiny exhale she tried to hide. Your heart hammered, and your thoughts scattered: Why am I noticing how good they all look right now? Why does Sasuke look impossibly sexy in this situation? Sakura’s hair framed her face perfectly in the flashing lights; Naruto’s ridiculous grin was somehow charming; Hinata’s hands clasped tightly together as she bit her lip nervously. Naruto’s grin faded as the trooper’s gaze hardened. The truck rattled under tension, and even in the close quarters, you could feel the protective energy radiating from Sasuke, grounding everyone else—him acting as the anchor while Naruto flailed in panic, Hinata froze in uncertainty, and Sakura tried not to look like she was terrified.
You swallowed hard, voice just above a whisper: “This… this is really bad.”
Sasuke’s gaze flicked to you, unreadable but steady. “We handle it. Stay calm.” His hand tightened just slightly on your shoulder, a firm, grounding reassurance. “Trust me.” Naruto’s hands shook slightly on the wheel, voice cracking when he finally spoke. “Uh… I mean… it’s fine, right? Right?!”
Sasuke’s dark gaze hardened toward the trooper. “Let’s just… do what he says.” But beneath the calm exterior, you could see the protective fire simmering—over you, Sakura, Hinata… even Naruto, the idiot who had gotten you all into this mess. The truck seemed impossibly small now, the night impossibly loud, every flashing red and blue light painting your fear in sharp strokes across everyone’s faces.
Naruto slowly unbuckled his seatbelt, muttering under his breath, “Okay… okay… don’t panic… probably fine…” His confidence was about as fake as the Tacoma’s paint job. He swung the door open, stepping out onto the asphalt like he owned the night. The officer stepped aside, flashlight still trained on him, as if expecting Naruto to do something spectacularly stupid—which, of course, he would.
“What is this about?” Naruto asked, hands raised slightly in mock innocence. The officer leaned in, sniffing the air with all the seriousness of someone who’d clearly watched too many cop dramas. “Are you intoxicated? I smell alcohol on you.”
Your stomach dropped. You shot a brief glance at Sasuke, whose dark eyes immediately side-eyed you, a silent really? passing between you two. He was deadly serious, jaw tight, clearly calculating the situation. You forced your gaze back on the officer, heart hammering. Was this okay? Could he actually ask that? They hadn’t had a single drop of alcohol tonight. Not a sip. Not a swig. And now the universe was punishing them for it.
“Bruhh-” Naruto started, shock flashing across his face.“What?” you mouthed, voice caught in your throat as you tried not to panic.
The officer repeated himself. “Are you intoxicated?”
“Bro-” Naruto started again, voice rising.
“Do not address me as such,” the officer snapped.
Naruto froze. A solid second passed. Your eyes widened. Fuuuuuck. He was about to be so stupid.
“Naruto, don’t!” Sasuke barked, dark eyes blazing. “Please, for the love of God, don’t ruin our bar night!” Sakura yells out after Sasuke, groaning just as loud. Hoping that would knock some sense into Naruto. Spoiler; it fucking didn’t.
Sakura groaned loudly, running a hand through her perfectly styled hair, watching in horror as hours of preparation threatened to go down the drain. “Why am I even here?” she muttered, half to herself, half to you.
The officer, utterly unamused, repeated, “Sir, I’m going to need you to put your hands behind your back.”
“For what?” Naruto asked, tilting his head innocently.
“Sir, put your hands behind your back—”
And then it happened.
Naruto, in a moment of pure chaos genius, pointed to the side, mimicked the officer’s voice in a high-pitched squeaky tone, and sang, “Put your hands behind your back! 🤓☝️” “Brother this fag-” Sasuke quickly reaches over to slap a hand on your mouth.
The world seemed to slow as the officer’s face shifted from serious to incredulous. One sharp motion later, Naruto was arrested. He was shoved against the passenger-side door—you could feel the cool glass pressing against his cheek as his hands were cuffed behind him. He leaned his head just slightly, smirking at you with those ridiculous, unbothered blue eyes. “Worth it,” he mouthed, like the chaos had been fully intentional.
Sakura let out a strangled scream. “Sasuke!” she hissed, looking to him for guidance as if he was the only adult in the universe capable of salvaging their lives. Sasuke exhaled through his nose, already pulling out his phone. “Yeah, yeah… don’t panic,” he muttered, dialing his father’s number. “We can’t even go out without Naruto getting us into absolute hell.”
You ran a hand down your face and shook your head. “I hate him,” you muttered, though there was no real venom in it—just disbelief. You chuckled a tiny bit, but Sakura’s glare towards you quickly shuts you up.
As the officer led Naruto to the back of the patrol car, you leaned back in your seat. “I’ll drive us,” you said, trying to take control, your voice a mixture of authority and exasperation. Hinata pinched the bridge of her nose and exhaled softly. “Please… please be better than Naruto,” she muttered under her breath. And then, just for a brief, horrifying second, she thought to herself: She’s a worse driver than Naruto.
Sasuke’s gaze flicked toward you and Sakura, still protective, still unreadable. But you could feel it, the way he was silently making sure you were safe, even as chaos unfolded around you. You felt a mix of gratitude, panic, and something… slightly more electric in your chest.
Naruto, of course, had already started yelling from the back of the patrol car, giving the officer hell in his signature, ridiculous way. And you couldn’t help but laugh. Just a little. Because somehow, in the middle of all this disaster, it was so Naruto.
