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suyooo · 2 years ago

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Making BIG SIF2 (Part 2)

Hello again. In case you missed the first part of this project, I'm trying to recreate an old SIF(1) attraction where nine players jump around on floor buttons to play the game cooperatively. Last time, I went into how those buttons work, how they connect to the game, and completed the first switch.

Just need to do that eight more times.

This is another post with a bunch of text I'm writing down as I work on the project, in case you want to see where it's going or want to build something similar yourself. The TL;DR is that all floor switches are done now, I had to change the button mapping app, and found a nice solution for selecting songs and starting Lives - and then there's a video of me trying (emphasis on trying) to play BIG SIF solo.

This is the part of a project where there's nothing to do but boring, repetitive work. There is more interesting stuff to do, but you can't get to it before you just spend several hours doing the same thing over and over again, and it's hard to get excited to do it. So, even though this was probably the most time-consuming step of the project with 25+ hours, it can be summarized in one sentence: there are now eight more functioning switches.

This involved cutting out a total of 24 more shelf liner circles, clipping holes into 8 more rug pad spacers and 8 of the shelf liners, inserting 128 snap caps, crimping 16 connectors, and placing all the copper tape and soldering it together. One small change I made is that I added a little bit of copper tape to move all the connectors a bit to the side, so you don't step right on it when going for a press, and also gave it a generous glob of hot glue to serve as strain relief. Also, I had to purchase more anti-slip rug pad after all - turns out most of the one I owned was too flat to work properly. Oops. With the new rug pad, I noticed this beady style of rug pad is more stretchy on one axis than the other, so these layers are not rotationally symmetrical. To help with that, I cut out the corner where the connectors are glued on - not only does this make that spot a little flatter, but it also makes it easy to tell which orientation the pads must be placed when assembling the switches to align everything correctly.

Since I don't own any proper presses, all of the snap caps and crimp connectors had to be done by hand. That - combined with all the liner cutting, rug pad trimming, and soldering - has not been a fun time for my wrist :) It might be a good idea to invest into snap cap and crimp presses instead of pliers, it's probably cheaper than replacing my wrist down the road... and for the soldering, I'll probably just go with copper tape with conductive adhesive next time as mentioned before, to avoid that problem altogether.

Speaking of crimp connectors: add 36 more to the count for those connecting cables, and 18 more for the other ends on the controller board. The latter one just involved replacing the little button connectors the board comes with, which would usually make it easier to wire up arcade panels.

As for the cables, those are speaker wire. It's probably extremely overkill for a simple signal wire. I originally wanted to use dirt-cheap doorbell wire which would have been more than enough to carry the signal even over long runs, but there were two reasons I didn't go with it. One reason is that doorbell wire is solid wire. But if people might step on the wire, or I want to roll up and transport the parts of this project, stranded wire is far more durable, so I wanted to make sure to use it for the extra reliability. The other reason is that it was on sale :) I decided on buying a 25m roll and having each cable be 2m long - which is probably somewhat overkill again, but for things like cable length, I'd rather go too long than too short.

But hey, we've got over the mountain that is the boring and repetitive part of the project, and now we can ride down the hill to the finish!

Wait, no, that would have been too easy. Of course there's problems.

There was something that I completely missed in my test from the first post. I only had one floor switch, so I didn't try an actual song, which would have uncovered a big issue with using Key Mapper: it doesn't support pressing multiple buttons at once. If one player holds down a switch for a hold note, and another player taps their switch, the hold immediately ends. And of course, I didn't notice that problem until I actually had multiple floor switches completed.

After a few hours of searching and experimenting, I could only find one other app that worked. It is called Mantis, and it sucks. It contains ads, requires a weird and completely intransparent set up procedure through a wireless ADB debugging session, you must map the inputs of the arcade controller board to an Xbox controller layout before you can use them or they'll just be ignored, there's an unremovable menu button on your screen at all times, the map can't be programmatically disabled to stop the buttons from inputting for a moment, and I've found it's maybe a little unreliable? It just suddenly stopped while the game was running once. But as I said, it's the only one that I've found that works. So, I'll have to live with it. At least it supports the holds that Key Mapper doesn't do. So, you can play the game fine now. We can get back to finishing up the setup.

But before that, have you noticed though some of the mapped tap locations for the buttons are slightly off from the center of the spots in the game? I intentionally moved them a little, so they still hit the tap spots during Lives, but miss certain menu buttons! For example, the tap locations for spots 4 and 6 are moved down, so they don't hit the menu buttons while the game is paused. Otherwise, the player on floor switch 6 could accidentally use up my loveca if they kept stomping on the button after their stamina ran out and continued…

Here's everything connected together! The nine completed switches, all linked up to the board, and all that's left to do is set up Mantis and the HDMI output on the phone, plug in the single USB-C cable, and it's ready to play!

But before we plug everything into the phone, I really quickly want to note something about the adapter: The adapter required for this project was not just about needing a way to go from USB-A to USB-C - after all, that could have been solved even easier by just replacing the USB-B-to-A cable of the board with a USB-B-to-C cable and connecting it directly to the phone. As you might have been able to tell from the cover picture from the first post, playing BIG SIF on the phone screen is kind of... not optimal. So, the adapter had to have both an USB-A port and an HDMI port, so you could show the game on a TV or projector!

The adapter I ended up picking not only had those two ports, but also two more USB-A sockets and an USB-C socket. The USB-C port is for power delivery - everything runs off of the phone battery if it is not used, but this allows you to use a powerbank to extend the battery, or just plug in a wall charger so you don't have to worry about it at all. And the other USB-A ports come in really handy, as well. One of them can be used for an Ethernet adapter, which can vastly improve the stability of the required internet connection, if available. As for the other USB-A... one problem I hadn't considered at all is the game menus. As in, song selection and actually getting into the game. Of course, you could always just walk over to the phone, and try to find the correct tap spot on the screen that is turned off, then walk back to the switches - but there's a better approach thanks to that last USB port, with a wireless keyboard I had around already:

This one in particular is a wireless keyboard and touchpad combo, which gets recognized as a generic keyboard and mouse on any device you can plug it into - including Android. So now, you can use the touchpad on that to move around a cursor and do the menuing that way, without having to run back and forth! It's still a little awkward to control the pointer via the touchpad, but there's more that you can do: the keyboard part is not actually needed for this project, since we don't need to type any text... and Key Mapper is sitting idle now that we replaced it with Mantis, so how about we pass the keyboard to it? The keyboard won't have to deal with multiple simultaneous presses, so by setting up keys from it in Key Mapper, we can get an entire keyboard worth of buttons to map even more taps to! That way, instead of having to move the cursor across the screen, you can select and start songs by just pressing a few keys in order. And Mantis still handles the floor switches, so holding down the buttons still works fine, no matter how many are pressed.

Also, yes, I am planning to run regular Lives when playing on this. You might be wondering - "Why? There's a Rehearsal mode now, wouldn't that be better for something like this?" And the answer is yes, it absolutely would be, since I don't have to care about LP or running out of HP during a Live then! But the Rehearsal mode has a static background (see video below) instead of the cool Live Monitor, so I'll be happy to sacrifice my LP candies for the cool effects :) I'm not going to ever use all of them, anyways. And as for the HP problem, I could just add some healers... and if anyone ever wants to see how badly a Master chart would go, I can still start a Rehearsal by clicking on that button using the touch pad.

~~~ a quick little bit of an aside

Speaking of Rehearsal though, even if I'm not using that mode - can I just say how much I appreciate SIF2's gameplay direction? It just feels like the game is far more about "having fun just playing songs" than SIF1. There's changes like the ability to restart songs right from the pause menu if you're aiming for an FC, not losing LP if you fail, all songs being unlocked from the start - but also, obviously, the addition of the Rehearsal mode, where you can play any song without using LP and with infinite HP. One key result of this kind of design is that the game is far less punishing for making a mistake, and I think it invites people to challenge themselves to higher difficulties. There's no need to play it safe anymore: If you're curious about whether you could pass a Master chart, you can just play it, without having to worry about failing and wasting resources anymore. If the chart ends up being too hard, you don't lose any LP or other resources. You can choose to either run it back as many times as you want, or to play another song, neither option carrying any penalty. That makes the harder difficulties so much more approachable, and I think it's a fantastic change.

~~~ back to your regularly scheduled programming

With the system fully set up, it can finally be played! The problem being, I don't have nine players here, just one. I tried a couple times, but it went about as well as you'd expect, even on Normal - it's kind of hard to consistenly find and hit the floor switches while staring at the screen. But it does work! All the buttons work great (as long as I can hit them)! And even with me stepping on the connectors and cables and kicking the switches around by accident, they don't immediately break.

So with that, the project is technically done! All the switches are functional, you can play BIG SIF as intended, and I can bring the controller system anywhere. That's a massive milestone done, of course - but overall, this project still very much in the "janky mess of cables" state. So there's still some stuff to do...

On the next part of Making BIG SIF2: making it nice, making it good. Probably at least a box to put everything in, maybe something to improve reliability, maybe make the interface something better than just a keyboard with labels on it? Let's see how far I can take this

update: you can find the third part here!

#lovelive #love live #ラブライブ #school idol festival #sif2 #スクフェス #i am currently wearing a wrist brace #ouch oof owie

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dollsahoy · 7 months ago

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OK, this will be my last addition to this post

First, lots of people are saying that sawdust would have been the most likely filling, and they're probably right. Loosely packed sawdust, though, but the idea of packing one of these with enough sawdust to make a pincushion is oddly tempting...

I don't think the shape shown in the illustrations can be achieved from this pattern, though. There need to be more seams and or darts for this to be round where it's supposed to be round.

However, I did try a few easy little changes to try to make it stop being quite so much...that

here it is compared to the first one I made

I'll put what I did under a cut, because I have already managed to make this a very long post

The first thing I did was shorten the neck? shoulder? area.

I folded across those two dots (which are meant to show where to stop sewing the underside to the body)

then folded the head back up, matching that big dot (on the line meant to show the grain line) with the previous fold

When I cut the fabric, I extended from that fold, toward the head, then around to the ears

Oops! Not the least bit symmetrical! So I folded it in half and evened it up

Then I took one of the under pieces (marked 'gusset' on the pattern), laid it on one of the upper pieces, folded them in half together, and trimmed off some of the foot area; these are now the front pieces, and they are a little shorter.

Then I assembled everything the same.

i followed a sewing pattern that didn't have any irl finished pics of it, and the whole time i was like 'yknow this doesn't seem like it'll work very well, but i'm the novice so i guess i should follow the pattern' and well.

#long post #sewing

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toysoldierlolita · 3 months ago

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Wardrobe - Main Pieces

Geometric OP from Angelic Pretty in black and white ————————————————————

This was my first lolita purchase, ever. I had a goal to start small and purchase my first dress for $100 USD or less, and by a massive stroke of luck, found brand for just under that. The tuxedo-style bodice called to me because I love pieces inspired by menswear. This dress also has a very simple design and has no specific motifs. It's easy to wear with just about anything as long as you can call on the same theme or color elsewhere in the outfit. It was a good starting piece to hit the ground running with!

If you would like to see more of my lolita wardrobe, click here.

Read more to see more detailed photos and my experience with caring for and wearing it.

Details

The front of the bodice does open if you undo the buttons. They are not just decorative! There is also a zipper in the back for convenience. The collar has a hook and eye at the top to make sure it closes seamlessly, but this thing likes to get caught in my bun when I wear my hair up. Be warned if you get this dress, it may pull your hair sometimes if it catches.

Unfortunately I have misplaced the neck bow that comes with this dress and cannot find it, but I will update this post if it turns up. It has a simple pin back.

The ruffles on the front are not tacked down in any way, so I recommend only buying this dress if you're willing to steam or iron them a little before each wear so they actually rest against your chest instead of flapping around.

The zipper is concealed behind a flap of fabric that does its job well.

Sleeve buttons are also functional! There's a third button higher up, I just didn't notice that it was unbuttoned. Oops.

Mine has this detachable half-belt that only fits across the front of the dress and attaches via buttons at the sides of the waistline. It has two button holes on each side for adjustment, but I question if any human alive really needs the smaller setting. I have seen photos of waist ties of some sort in official stock photos, but I have no idea if this dress comes with both, or what the deal is here. This is simply what the secondhand seller included. The sides of the bow are tacked down to the belt so they don't go flapping around.

POCKETS!!! AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!!!

The skirt has three layers, a chiffon striped outer layer that is semi-transparent, a second middle layer that is solid black with lace trim, and a third inner layer made out of the lining fabric. Note that the stripe layer being made of chiffon with a black layer underneath means that the white stripes look grayer than the cotton white in the rest of the dress. I recommend wearing black and white chiffon accessories when possible if you'd really like to tie this feature into the outfit instead of working against it.

This dress has a less common lavender Angelic Pretty tag and comes with two spare buttons.

Care

DO NOT MACHINE WASH LIKE NORMAL. This dress can handle machine washing, but I highly recommend only washing it inside a wash bag or doing it by hand instead to reduce the strain on the skirt. I machine washed it once without a bag and a thread pulled. Learn from my errors!

The seller mailed the dress to me in a bag that bled black dye onto the skirt, and luckily a soak in OxiClean completely removed it. So have no qualms using this product. It can handle it.

As mentioned before, the cotton ruffles on the chest like to flap every which way as they are not secured to the dress. I recommend using a steamer on it before wearing it, just to straighten them out so it looks its best. I used to pinch the edge of the ruffles with a wooden clothespin to keep my hands away from the heat and pull it straight while I did that spot. It would take only about 2 minutes. You could also attempt to iron it, but be warned that the ruffles are cotton and the bodice is plastic, so watch your heat settings carefully. Steaming is just the more practical route for this piece.

If you have any questions about this OP, then feel free to ask!

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fluffy-critter · 1 year ago

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#crosspost #busybee

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knotheaddesignstudio · 2 years ago

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A cow and a goat and a move

We are now officially moved to our lake home in Chetek and I have yet to unpack my workshop so I am going to feature a cow and a goat that I made a few weeks back. Cow The highland cow started as a happy accident. My friend Sarah at Black Sheep Fiber Goods had a Mediterranean blue art yarn that I fell in love with. She accidentally shipped me more yardage than I had ordered so I decided to make a statement with it. I sold my last highland cow and always like to keep one in inventory so my first blue cow came to be. Here is an in progress photo. This is prior to any trimming and before mounting. I promise there is a cow under there! The horns are made from sari silk waste that also had flecks of blue in it. It ties the blue hair in nicely.

Marlais was trimmed for glimpses of his face underneath and mounted to some black barn board. The name Marlais means blue in Welsh. I know he is a Scottish cow with a Welsh name but figured it was all on the same island so close enough!

Marlais Goat While at my last show, I kept getting requests for goats. My daughter stumbled on this picture and it became my inspiration.

I just received some long alpaca fibers that I thought were perfect. Seems odd to make a goat with alpaca but it worked! Here is one in progress shot as I worked through building up the head.

The final product has detailing in the face, ears (that I realized I forgot after I thought I was done), and all of the wool around the neck and shoulders. It wasn't until the very end when I was creating the listing that I researched and figured out he was actually not a goat but an Old Norwegian Sheep ram. Oops. His name is Ares regardless.

Ares - Old Norwegian Sheep Ram (aka Goat) Move As I mentioned at the beginning, we moved to our lake home permanently. This means there will be future posts coming on clever workshop storage (which I will definitely need), as well as, hopefully a walk through of a lakeside studio space next summer. Please subscribe to get those future updates. I am getting a little twitchy without felting in over 2 weeks - won't make it much longer! Read the full article

#fauxtaxidermy #felting #FiberArt #Wisconsinvisualartists

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guardiancypress · 2 years ago

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"Oh, no concerns about it tasting great." Amusement dances across his features. Surely he'd be able to dress it up. "I have no clue who I'll have taste test it, but certainly someone would be willing."

"Would you like some, for the sake of nostalgia? Of course, I'd be more than willing to pay for it." Curiosity was worth most prices, at least within his means here.

"Often food that tastes poorly either has great nutritional value, or is simply some sort of abomination someone, somewhere, decided was worth tasting. Sometimes its both."

@deathpacito

#deathpacito #oop it trimmed the first post #sorry about that dm me if you need the link to the rest of the thread!

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oceansmotion · 2 years ago

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Another Pleasantview

Almost every single lot has been remodeled, renovated, or replaced by me. I also added a few new houses, a bowling alley, a gym, a church, and a cemetery.

Sims have been genetically corrected by either myself or simgigglegirl.

Scripted events are available, although a few of the first prompts were already closed out. The only 4 lots I didn't do are the unoccupied trailers and the two condos closest to them.

All Pleasantview townies are now using my default templates.

The Oldies and Burbs have already been placed and have furnished homes. The Oldies live across from the park, and the Burbs live in their (probably) canon house next to the Goths (you can see it in the promos from Happy Holidays).

The Newbies have been placed. Joe, the brother of Brandi, and Jane from the Tutorial are both genetically correct and live next to the Dreamers.

The hood itself is made with MeetMetotheRiver's clean Pleasantview template. It's also CC free.

Because I copied over the houses from my other PV, Don has a "great date" arrangement in his kitchen…..from Bella. Oops. Don't judge me. Anyway, you can just ignore it…..unless you don't want to wink wink.

A few more pictures:

290 Main Street, the grocery store.

330 Main Street, an outlet mall shopping center. Has an H&M, a furniture store, a food court, a bookstore, and a music shop (instruments are blocked off so sims don't get annoying with them).

250 Main Street, the pool. Most objects have been removed from the lot so that Sims might actually go swimming.

95 Woodland Drive, the Oldie house. I renovated the entire house and added Mary-Sue's childhood bedroom and tea room.

215 Sim Lane, the Pleasant household. I tried to keep almost every house recognizable so the outside is pretty much the same though I did give Mary-Sue a zen garden. I subscribe to the head canon that Mary-Sue's birth parents are Hand Goddard and Pauline Wan, and as a child, Coral and Herb tried to help Mary-Sue feel connected to her Chinese ancestry. Mary-Sue has never actually been to China and her tastes are exactly what you'd imagine an American who has never been to China would be, and the house reflects that. it's Chinese inspired but still very American. I also slightly changed the shape of the upstairs because Lilith's side has always driven me nuts.

165 Sim Lane, the Goth house. They are one of the few premade families whose house got a full rework. I made it more Victorian looking but did attempt to keep the interior recognizable...slightly. I actually typically play with recolors of the Mansion & Garden pieces I used so in my own version of the hood, the house has black and grey trim instead of white and wood. A few examples of what I've change in PV. Because I changed literally every lot but 4, I wont post pictures of every single thing, but this is the idea. Some houses were more dramatically changed (like the Goth house or 113 Wright Way) while others are more subtly changed.

I removed the stealth hoods themselves but didn't think to disable them beforehand, so the normal default socliates/downtownies are already there, sorry! I did replace the PV townies with my own default face templates, so there's that at least.

Download || Mediafire Box

#sims 2 #sims 2 maxis match #sims 2 pleasantview #sims 2 download #sims 2 custom pleasantview #sims 2 default replacement #sims 2 cc free

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lalaluuz · 2 years ago

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Luz smirked, but for as cocky as she was acting, there was pain behind her expression. If only the Hunter she was speaking to knew exactly how well she did know him.

"I dunno, dude. I plan to make a bunch more mistakes going forward. I kinda think it'd be neat to see you by my side while I make them," she shrugged. "Might even be cool to see you help me learn from them. I'd love to help you do the same with your own mistakes."

Did he actually want to throw down with her? She'd been training with both Hunter and Kratos for long enough that she had a feeling she'd be able to hold her own for a bit. Still, she'd like to avoid any actual fighting if she could.

"Running my mouth is one of my specialties. Though, clearly you know that." She glanced around, searching for ideas for what else to say. What might strike him, throw him off.

After a moment, a memory from Spirale hit her.

"... Hey, did you know that the water in the Human Realm isn't boiling? Not the rain or the seas. It's actually pretty chilly, in some places."

lalaluuz.

When he moved his staff, she realized it wasn’t Flapjack. Seeing Hunter without his beloved palisman was… strange. The feeling it gave her settled strangely in her stomach, not quite dread but pushing close to it.

Human, he called her. It had been so long since he’d called her anything but Luz. That… that stung. The confidence on her face fell, if only slightly. She did her best to recover quickly, drawing herself up tall and snorting lightly at his words.

“Nooo, ‘course not!”

“And c'mon, insulting my intelligence? You’re better than that, Hunter. You and I both know you are.” She came to a stop, several feet of distance still between them as she folded her arms and eyed him. “So. Tell me. What do we need to do to make this as… relatively painless as possible, Golden Guard?”

HE FALTERS, lifting his chin slightly to acknowledge her remark--- how does she know that name? only emperor belos should be privy to such information, not some... nobody criminal. regardless, he mustn’t let it distract him from the situation at hand, lest she take advantage of his lapse in focus. the thought seats itself at the back of his mind however, taking root, much to his annoyance. bristling, he offers a single caution.

“ don’t presume to know me, human, ” he warns, almost seething every word, “ it’ll be the last mistake you ever make. ”

perhaps he’ll have to teach her a lesson, just like last time. she echoes his words back to him, to which he chuckles--- she’s a little more brazen than usual, but words don’t mean much without something to back it up. in one fluid movement, the golden guard swings his staff up to perch across his shoulders.

“ who said anything about making it painless? ” not him--- not this time, “ keep running your mouth, and see what happens. ”

#through the doors: luz's challenge #luz's challenge: hunter #grimflyer #(beta editor)#would still love to see her tackle him but tbh but she's gonna try not to need to first #can't trim oops this is a long post now

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obitohno · 3 years ago

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three am

uchiha sasuke x uzumaki naruto

synopsis ⤸

it's three am, and naruto can't sleep. cue sasuke.

themes ⤸

nsfw, 18+, friends to lovers, 18+, mlm, smut, masturbation, mutual masturbation, oral sex, first kiss, first time, love confession, mutual pining

word count ⤸

6.6k

a/n ⤸

ironically, it's three am as i'm posting this, hhh. i wrote this a v long time ago, so my writing has changed a little since then; mainly bc i've not written anything for well over a year now, oops. but! this is still one of my favourites that i've written, so i hope you enjoy!

reblogs are appreciated ~

naruto is awoken from his dream, a thin layer of sweat coating his heated skin. it’s still dark outside and all that breaks the silence is the gentle pants that escape his lips.

he’s hot. so unbearably hot.

and... sticky?

a hand strokes down his heaving chest, fingers pausing to gently brush against the small patch of neatly trimmed hair. his skin is damp with his seed and he swallows back a groan as he dares to touch his sensitive skin.

it’s happened again.

his eyes squeeze shut, tight. his hand falls to his side and he exhales heavily. he tries his best to recall his dream, and whilst he can’t pinpoint the details, he knows exactly whom it was about.

‘sasuke,’ he whispers.

he groans, eyes still screwed shut as he runs his fingers through his hair, tugging.

‘fuck.’

he’s lost count of how many times he’s dreamed of his best friend this month. hell, over the past few years. dreams about doing things that best friends shouldn’t be doing. not together, anyway. naruto knows it’s wrong. so unbelievably wrong that he’s used to the guilt he feels every time he sees sasuke’s face. but he can’t help it.

he’s tried to ignore it. tried to not think of inappropriate things whenever he sees his best friend stalking around the house without a shirt on. tried to act that he doesn’t want to kiss him every time sasuke blesses him with one of his very rare smiles. tried to pretend that he’s not been in love with sasuke for past six years—

holy shit.

has it really been that long?

he lies still for a while, but his thoughts are interrupted by the heat growing in the pit of his belly, the temperature of his room stifling.

he eyes the digital clock on the bedside table, brows furrowing when he sees the time. three am. he knows he should roll over, forget his dream and go back to sleep. but he’s wide awake now and he knows that he won’t sleep for a while yet. his hand gingerly traces the underside of his cock, his skin both warm and wet to the touch. he shudders, fingers curling around himself, gently tugging.

it’s not long before he builds a pace that makes his breath shake, his toes curling underneath the bedsheets.

‘f-fuck,’ he groans, hips arching an inch above the mattress as he thrusts into his palm. ‘sasuke…’

he stifles a cry with the fist of his spare hand, tears forming in the corners of his eyes as he nears his peak.

but then suddenly, something interrupts his moment of bliss.

a noise, a shuffle, whatever it is, naruto isn’t sure. it was barley audible, but his eyes snap open nonetheless, only to widen seconds later when he sees the shadow looming in the doorway. he immediately stills, feeling his own face pale as he realises he’s been caught.

how long has he been stood there?

naruto doesn’t move.

he can’t see sasuke’s face clearly, but he hears the sharp intake of breath.

‘naruto.’

his name is murmured into the darkness and even amidst his panic, naruto can’t help but bite his bottom lip at the sound. his stomach coils with nerves, and as subtly as he can, he slowly removes his hand, daring to push himself into an upright position. luckily, the sheets pool at his waist, allowing him some form of modesty. but it’s already too late. he’s been caught and now he feels sick.

‘i’m—’

‘naruto,’ sasuke repeats his name just as slowly as the first time. he takes a step into the room, the moonlight breaching through the gap in the curtains and illuminating the right side of his face. his expression is unreadable, and it terrifies naruto. dread fills him and his lips begin to part, ready to say something - anything - in a desperate attempt to salvage their friendship. but sasuke beats him to it. ‘what are you doing?’

naruto stares at him.

sasuke takes another step forward. the door swings shut and suddenly, the room feels a lot hotter than it had a few minutes ago. naruto isn’t even sure how it’s possible.

he glances from the door, to sasuke, and back again.

‘whaddya mean?’ he knows he’s trapped. there’s no way he’d beat sasuke to the door. and whilst a part of him that wants to escape and pretend that his best friend hadn’t just caught him masturbating, he’s also curious as to why sasuke hasn’t left yet. and so he sits up straighter, meeting sasuke’s glare with one of his own. ‘what’s it look like i’m doin’?’

sasuke’s reply is delayed.

his gaze flickers down naruto’s chest, the skin glistening with sweat, and naruto doesn’t miss the way his throat bobs as he swallows. he mimics the action, fisting the sheets into the palms of his hands.

‘it looked like,’ sasuke replies after a tense moment of silence, ‘you were jerking one out.’

‘so?’ naruto blurts, defensive. ‘it’s my room. i can have a wank if i want to.’

the corner of sasuke’s mouth quirks upwards.

‘what the fuck are you doin’ in here anyway?’ naruto snaps. ‘it’s three in the fuckin’ mornin’.’

‘i was on my way back from using the bathroom,’ sasuke drawls.

‘so, what? you decided to take a detour or summin’?’

‘kind of hard not to when i was on my way back to bed after taking a piss,’ sasuke snaps, arms crossing over his chest, ‘only to hear someone moaning my name.’

naruto doesn’t have a reply.

his cheeks are hot and he thinks he’s going to vomit.

sasuke’s smile is wicked. he takes another step closer and naruto tenses.

‘it’s not what it—’

‘please don’t insult my intelligence,’ sasuke hisses, eyes narrowed. ‘we both know it was exactly what it looked like.’

suddenly, he’s standing right in front of naruto, lean frame tall and menacing as he leans closer.

‘how many times?’

naruto blinks, ‘huh?’

sasuke’s hand reaches out and brushes naruto’s fringe back from his face. there’s an expression of both awe and confusion on the blonde’s face, and the sight of it makes sasuke’s smirk widen.

‘how many times have you touched yourself thinking of me?’

naruto is silent for a second and then he’s slapping sasuke’s hand away, angry and embarrassed.

‘fuck off, sasuke.’

sasuke stands above him, eyes dark as he watches naruto glare back up at him.

‘this ain’t funny.’

‘i didn’t say it was,’ sasuke replies slowly.

‘and it ain’t a game either.’

‘i know.’

‘i don’t just… not for anyone else,’ in his panic, naruto’s mouth keeps running.

‘i know.’

‘i—i’m not some kind of pervert… i don’t do it all the time… i was asleep ‘n’ then i woke up ‘n’ i couldn’t sleep… it just kinda happened—’

‘i know, naruto.’

‘i only do it ‘cause i lo—’ he manages to slap a hand over his own mouth before he can finish his sentence.

sasuke’s eyes are burning into his, and naruto wishes the ground would swallow him whole. sasuke is touching his hair again, his fingers much gentler this time. ‘because?’

naruto thinks he’s going to cry.

he’d just wanted to go back to sleep.

how the hell did it end up like this?

‘because?’ sasuke presses, tugging harshly on a strand of blonde hair, the lock wrapping around his index finger.

‘don’t,’ naruto begs, his voice shaking.

‘don’t what?’

‘you fuckin’ know what,’ naruto hisses. ‘quit playin’ with me.’ he leans back, out of sasuke’s reach. ‘i won’t do it again, i promise. just… just—what—? what are you doin’?’

sasuke is shifting closer until he’s kneeling on the bed, fingers dancing along naruto’s arms. he tickles along naruto’s collarbones before his fingers tangle in the thick locks of hair. his grip is strong enough to tilt naruto’s head backwards, leaning forward until their lips are just a breaths apart. ‘just what?’

naruto really doesn’t understand how they got into this situation.

he’s confused, embarrassed and elated all at once. in all the years they’ve been friends, sasuke has never touched him like this, never, ever, looked at him like this. and yet those black orbs are focused on him in such a lust-filled haze that it makes four words spill past naruto’s lips before he can think twice.

‘just kiss me already.’

and sasuke complies.

his nose gently bumps against naruto’s before his eyes close, their lips moulding together.

sasuke tastes just as sweet as naruto has imagined, along with the faint scent of the coffee naruto saw him drink just before going to bed. he still can’t believe this is happening, his thoughts reeling as sasuke’s hands brush against his ribcage, his tongue teasing against naruto’s own. naruto’s hands shake as he daringly tangles his fingers in sasuke’s hair, pulling. this earns him a low, breathy moan, the sound travelling through naruto’s eardrums and straight down to his groin. he shivers.

sasuke is kissing him feverishly now, his body pressing closer, his hands wandering dangerously close to naruto’s waist. naruto groans, sasuke’s teeth nipping at his bottom lip. then, he’s pulling away, breaking their kiss, and naruto follows, craving more.

sasuke’s smile is light and easy and the sight of it makes naruto’s cheeks burn.

using his thumb to wipe the saliva from naruto’s bottom lip, sasuke murmurs, ‘because?’

naruto stills, eyes darting towards the window, away from sasuke’s heated gaze.

‘naruto,’ sasuke whispers against his cheek, lips ghosting over his skin. ‘say it.’

naruto’s eyes squeeze shut. his fists curl around the bedsheets. he inhales once, twice, thrice, and without daring to look at his best friend, he finally mutters, ‘’cause i love you.’

there’s a frightening silence.

naruto’s expression is pained as he slowly peels his eyes open to see that sasuke has sat back on the heels of his feet, watching him. once again, his features lack any form of feeling. instantly, naruto knows that sasuke doesn’t feel the same and he’s unable to stop the tears from welling in the corner of his eyes. he sniffles, looking away, knees drawing up so he can rest his elbows.

‘again.’

naruto glances at his friend, voice wobbly as he asks, ‘what?’

sasuke is shuffling closer. his facade has broken and now he looks as if he’s going to cry. he reaches for naruto, who allows sasuke’s arms to wrap tightly around his shoulders. nose bumping against naruto’s neck, his breath tickles as he exhales deeply, his shoulders sagging. naruto hesitantly curls his arms around sasuke’s waist, unsure of how to feel. sasuke’s body is warm against his own and as sasuke breathes, naruto stares at the difference in their skin tone.

‘say it again,’ sasuke begs, voice tight with hesitation.

‘i love you?’ naruto repeats, his words sounding more like a question than a declaration of his feelings.

a finger jabs at naruto’s ribs and he grunts, flinching.

‘not like that.’ sasuke’s head lifts, his arms remaining trapped around naruto’s shoulders as he stares into a pair of wide blue eyes. he sees the fear on naruto’s face and in an attempt to soothe him, he gently rubs circles into the back of his neck. naruto’s eyes close briefly before reopening, heavily lidded as they focus on sasuke. ‘say it like you mean it,’ sasuke nudges closer, knees bumping against naruto’s leg. the sheets are just managing to hide the blonde’s bare skin and sasuke’s fingers twitch.

naruto clears his throat, watching those black orbs trailing down his body. he swallows thickly, hands tightening their hold on sasuke’s waist. he’s unsure of where things are heading. a large part of him hopes that there’s even just a tiny, shred of a chance of the uchiha returning his feelings. but a much larger part makes him doubt. whilst naruto knows that sasuke has never dated before —or, at least, to his knowledge—he’s definitely never shown an interest in naruto either.

in all honesty, this feels like a dream to him.

but here he is, breathing in sasuke’s scent, basking in sasuke’s touch, his voice, his—

‘naruto—’

‘i love you so much.’

sasuke looks at him. for a long time. and naruto simply stares back.

his stomach churns with nerves and he feels the palms of his hands growing sweaty. tiredly, he pulls his arms back, letting them rest limply at his sides. sasuke mimics him, reluctantly.

‘i’m sorry.’

sasuke’s eyebrows pull together.

naruto isn’t looking at him now, his gaze focused on the window once more. ‘i—i didn’t think you were awake…’ he trails off, cheeks red. ‘i know it’s wrong, and i promise, i swear, sasuke, i won’t do it again.’ he wipes at his eyes and sasuke knows he’s crying. ‘i just… just-fuck! i don’t know!’ naruto aggressively runs his fingers through his hair, exasperated. ‘i love you… a lot, actually… have for ages, ya know?’

sasuke did not know.

naruto chuckles nervously. he’s still not looking at sasuke. ‘sakura told me to tell you, but i… couldn’t. couldn’t risk ruinin’ this,’ he waves a hand between himself and sasuke. he finally looks up, ‘i’m really fuckin’ sorry—’

‘how long?’ sasuke asks.

naruto blinks back a stray tear, ‘how long what?’

‘sakura,’ sasuke spits out her name. ‘how long has she known?’

naruto grimaces, immediately looking away again. he mumbles under his breath, sighing heavily before repeating his words a little louder, ‘since you helped me cheat on that maths test we took back in year nine.’

sasuke scowls, ‘you’re telling me… you’ve loved me for… six years… and that sakura knew… before me?’

naruto’s expression is sad now. His lips tilt into a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, ‘pathetic, right?’

‘six fucking years!’ sasuke snaps, his eyes glowering with heated anger. ‘you didn’t tell me,’ he hisses, ignoring the way naruto leans back slightly, the sheet dragging dangerously low across his skin, ‘for six damned years!?’

naruto gapes, ‘i—i—’

‘do you know how long i’ve waited?’ sasuke asks, his voice lowering into hoarse growl. ‘how many years i’ve waited for you to open your fucking eyes?’

‘sasuke, i—’

‘shut up,’ sasuke orders harshly, and naruto’s mouth snaps shut. sasuke laughs to himself, the sound cold and empty. his eyebrows are pinched together again, ‘i can’t believe this.’ he turns his head to glare at his friend. ‘i can’t believe you.’

‘i’m sorry,’ naruto croaks, tears threatening to fall again. ‘i said i wouldn’t do it again, i promise—’

‘shut up, naruto.’

sasuke pinches the bridge of his nose, fuming. his eyes are closed, but naruto can feel his anger and he can’t stop a stray tear from rolling down his cheek. ‘i didn’t mean to,’ he cries softly. ‘i tried to stop feelin’ like this, ‘n’ i didn’t say anythin’ ‘cause i know you don’t like me like that… i didn’t wanna ruin our friendship over some dumb shit—’

‘dumb shit?’ sasuke interrupts, repeating the words with a bitter taste on his tongue. his eyes are narrowed in on a red nosed naruto, dark and analytic and downright terrifying. ‘is that what i am to you? some dumb shit?’

‘what? no—!’

‘did you never think of just asking me?’ sasuke asks, his expression crumbling into one that naruto can only describe as heartbreak. ‘do you ever use that fucking brain of yours?’

naruto is silent.

sasuke’s head tilts upwards and as his eyes close, naruto sees the cluster of tears that glisten in the moonlight as they escape from underneath sasuke’s eyelashes. guiltily, he watches his friend cry and whilst he wants nothing more than to comfort him, he still senses sasuke’s anger. it makes him hesitate. but just as he builds the courage to move closer, sasuke wipes his face with the back of his hand, and just as quickly as they’d appeared, the tears are gone.

‘do you have any idea of what you do to me?’

naruto’s face falls, ‘i’m sorry—’

‘if you apologise one more time,’ sasuke spits, not even bothering to finish his threat. he sighs loudly. and then without any warning, his hands are grabbing the sides of naruto’s face, pulling him forward and crushing his mouth to the blonde’s.

naruto lets out a muffled cry of surprise before relaxing against him, allowing sasuke to pull him even closer. the sheet threatens to expose his groin and naruto scrambles to pull it back up whilst also trying his best to kiss sasuke back. but sasuke doesn’t let him. his tongue invades naruto’s mouth, experimentally tasting every part that he can reach. he uses the tip to tickle the roof, eliciting a breathy laugh, and a shudder that runs down naruto’s spine. naruto’s hands are in his hair again, tugging and twisting the strands between his fingers, and sasuke hums appreciatively. naruto’s nails, short and blunt, scrape against his scalp and sasuke breaks the kiss to gently groan under his breath, tilting his head further back into the blonde’s hands.

‘you like that?’ naruto pants against his mouth, licking along sasuke’s bottom lip. he grins lazily as sasuke’s eyes peel open to look at him, dazed. naruto peers back at him, wide eyed, pupils blown.

sasuke sits up straighter, his fingers tracing the contours of naruto’s face.

his thumbs gently swipes over naruto’s eyelids, down the bridge of his nose, the fullness of his bottom lip. he strokes along both eyebrows, knuckles brushing against reddened cheeks. sasuke smiles. he leans closer, softly pressing his lips to naruto’s three times before pulling away. again, naruto follows, seeking more. sasuke’s smile widens.

‘you truly are an idiot, you know,’ he whispers, eyes focusing on naruto’s lips which part, ready to protest. ‘i’ve loved you for so long, naruto.’ blue eyes are focused on his, wide and glossy. sasuke’s smile is sad. ‘so, so long,’ he murmurs, fingers brushing naruto’s fringe back from his forehead. ‘i don’t even remember not being in love with you,’ sasuke laughs softly, ignoring naruto’s sharp intake of breath. his fingers are tracing the blonde’s collarbones now. ‘do you know how many times,’ he leans closer, thumb pressing against the rapid pulse in naruto’s neck, ‘how many times i’ve touched myself thinking of you?’

naruto groans, ‘f-fuck.’ sasuke feels his pulse quicken, ‘you…’ naruto swallows, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. ‘y-you can’t just say that.’ he moves his legs so that he’s now sat crossed legged, and immediately regrets it. he makes a move to hide the growing budge between his legs, but sasuke is quicker, hand reaching out to grab his thigh, holding him in place. ‘s-sasuke,’ naruto squirms, trying to nudge him away.

‘are you shy?’ sasuke asks, teasing.

naruto’s eyes narrow, ‘you literally just told me you loved me like—’ his breath hitches as sasuke’s hand moves further up his thigh, ‘-two seconds ago. ‘n’ now you’re already tryna see my dick?’

sasuke snorts, ‘says the one who was moaning my name as he got off.’

naruto huffs, embarrassed once again, ‘you just said you do it too!’

sasuke’s smile widens for a short moment, before it withers.

‘i do love you,’ he says quietly. naruto’s expression softens.

sasuke removes his hands, sitting back as he watches naruto shift so that his erection is no longer visible.

there’s a brief moment of silence.

‘do you…?’ naruto trails off, not meeting sasuke’s eyes as he ducks his head, ashamed. he clears his throat, ‘do you really think of me when… you know…’

‘mhm,’ sasuke hums, lips curling up into another teasing smile.

a strained noise escapes the back of naruto’s throat and he shifts, a visible dent in the sheets indicating his increased lust. sasuke’s eyes follow him like a hawk as naruto shuffles along the mattress until he’s close enough to reach for the uchiha’s hand. meeting sasuke’s eyes, his cheeks are red as he slowly guides sasuke’s hand under the sheets. sasuke’s fingers curl around naruto’s bare thigh, the skin hot to the touch.

‘are you sure?’

naruto nods once and that’s all it takes for sasuke to entrap him in another kiss. naruto kisses back feverishly, their tongues battling sloppily, breaths uneven. sasuke’s fingers dance along naruto’s thigh, tickling, experimentally pinching his hip. naruto interrupts the kiss with a yelp, sasuke chuckling lowly.

‘stop fuckin’ teasin’,’ naruto grunts against his mouth, hot breath fanning across sasuke’s cheek.

sasuke kisses him softly, ‘sorry.’

his hand stills for a moment, gauging naruto’s reaction. his eyes are fluttering, chest rising and falling rapidly. sasuke can even see the pulse in his neck throbbing. he slowly touches between naruto’s legs, biting his lower lip as his fingers curl around naruto’s erection.

the reaction is instant.

sensitive, naruto arches into sasuke’s hand, head tilted back as he bites back a moan. ‘s-shit,’ he hisses under his breath, eyes closing. sasuke watches him, dark eyed and rose cheeked. naruto’s cock is heavy in his hand, the muscle twitching in his palm as he slowly tugs upwards and back down again. ‘sasuke,’ naruto groans, his breath hitching at the back of his throat. sasuke repeats the action over and over until he builds a steady rhythm, naruto’s breath shaky as he moans out sasuke’s name.

‘naruto,’ sasuke breathes, watching the blonde’s eyes snap right open, blinking hazily before focusing on him. ‘is this how you like it?’

naruto’s hips buck, ‘f-faster.’

sasuke complies, tugging a loud cry from naruto’s lips. his own curl upwards as his gaze drifts downwards. the sheets have finally slipped away with their movements, and now sasuke is blessed with every inch of naruto’s tanned skin. his cock is warm underneath sasuke’s fingertips, the tip swollen, glistening in the moonlight. it’s a sight that makes the growing tightness in sasuke’s shorts a little more unbearable with each passing second. his gaze focus on the neatly trimmed patch of blonde hair, eyebrows raising.

‘w-what?’ naruto gasps out.

sasuke’s eyes meet big blue orbs, recognising the gleam of insecurity that passes as quickly as it appears.

‘nothing,’ he breathes, fist circling until his thumb is stroking against the small bundle of nerves under the tip. naruto’s hips buck more violently, eyes screwing shut as he mewls, grinding his pelvis against sasuke’s welcoming hand. ‘you’re perfect,’ sasuke tells him, head ducking to press an open-mouthed kiss against naruto’s collarbone.

naruto turns his head, giving him easier access, and sasuke’s lips latch onto his neck, suckling and kissing until there’s a bruise beginning to form. his hand tugs a little faster and naruto’s hand suddenly clamps around his wrist, halting his movements.

sasuke pulls back, gaze questioning, ‘why’d you stop?’

naruto grimaces, ‘gonna cum.’

a dark eyebrow raises, ‘isn’t that the point?’

naruto’s blushing for what feels like the umpteenth time tonight. ‘’s kinda lame if i cum when i ain’t even seen you naked yet.’

sasuke’s smirking now, ‘you want to see me naked?’

naruto shrugs, looking away, sheepish.

sasuke chuckles, removing his hands. his smirk broadens as naruto’s hips blindly follow, the blonde grunting at the loss of contact. he leans back, lying back on his elbows, legs sprawled out in front of him as he kicks the sheets away. he watches sasuke shuffle back down the mattress until he’s standing next to the bed, hands already tugging his t-shirt over his head. he throws it somewhere over his shoulder, uncaring of where it lands. naruto’s eyes are glued to him as he teases with the waistband of his shorts, blonde brows furrowing when he makes no move to remove them.

‘sasuke,’ naruto growls, warning.

sasuke smiles, fingers hooking around his shorts, pushing them past his hips and down his legs. he kicks the material from around his ankles, and when he looks up, naruto’s eyes are wide with awe.

‘you don’t wear boxers to bed?’

sasuke scoffs, ‘and you don’t wear anything at all.’

naruto hums, grinning. his eyes rake over his friend’s body and now it’s sasuke’s turn to feel embarrassed.

naruto runs a hand over his face, groaning into the palm of his hand, ‘this is so unfair.’

sasuke tenses, ‘what?’

naruto looks at him pointedly, waving a hand up and down, ‘you’re, like, hot. stupidly hot.’

the raven head’s cheeks flush.

he looks away, hiding a coy smile, ‘not really.’

naruto scoffs, sitting upright, ’you’re kiddin’, right?’ sasuke shrugs. naruto holds out his hand, ‘c’mere.’

sasuke reluctantly climbs onto the mattress, shuffling on his knees until he’s sat between naruto’s legs. he avoids the blonde’s gaze, all signs of his earlier confidence, now vanished. naruto’s hands come to rest on two pale thighs, thumbs brushing against sasuke’s hips. the uchiha flinches, sucking in a deep breath as he dares to look at naruto’s face. he’s taken aback by the gentle smile that graces the blonde’s lips, pulse quickening at the sight.

‘sasuke,’ naruto’s smile broadens, his hands reaching for the other’s face, fingers tangling in his hair. ‘you’re really pretty.’

sasuke, cheeks red and eyes glazed as he stares at naruto’s lips, manages a scoff.

‘pretty?’

naruto hums, fingers tightening, pulling his friend closer so that he can nuzzle the raven head’s neck. his nose bumps sasuke’s ear as he presses a soft kiss just underneath, grinning as he feels sasuke shiver. ‘so fuckin’ beautiful,’ he grunts, kissing down sasuke’s neck, teeth grazing along his collarbone.

‘naruto,’ sasuke exhales, eyes closed as he tilts his head back.

naruto’s tongue trails along sasuke’s skin, and then he’s pressing closer, marking sasuke’s neck with bruises of his own. sasuke’s fingernails dig into naruto’s thigh, forming minuscule crescent-like shapes across the surface of his skin. naruto doesn’t seem to mind, his urgency only increased as he proceeds to blemish sasuke’s skin with as many bruises as he can.

a low moan escapes sasuke’s lips and his hands twitch, tightening their hold on naruto’s thighs.

naruto smiles against his skin and sasuke flinches as his teeth nip at his collarbone again. leaning back, naruto takes a moment to appreciate his handiwork. flustered, sasuke’s hair is a mess, his neck littered with hickeys, his eyes wide.

he really is beautiful.

the corner of naruto’s lips tug upwards, lazy.

sasuke is panting a little, moonlight illuminating the blush that stains his cheeks and spreads down his neck. he swallows. his hands reach for naruto’s shoulders, pushing back, guiding the blonde until he’s lying back against the mattress. dark orbs study the blonde. naruto’s cheeks are as red as his—if not, darker—his pupils blown as he peers back up at his friend.

friend.

‘what are we?’ sasuke blurts, index finger tracing shapeless patterns into naruto’s right hip.

naruto frowns, not liking the apprehensive expression on sasuke’s face. ‘whaddya mean?’ he grabs a hold of sasuke’s wrist, halting his movements.

‘us,’ sasuke says, eyes now guarded as if he’s bracing himself for rejection. ‘this… if we’re going to do this… i want to know what happens after.’

naruto licks his bottom lip, chews the inside of his cheek as he scratches the side of his neck.

nervous, sasuke realises. naruto is nervous.

and he’s just as nervous, awaiting naruto’s reply.

‘i love you, sasuke,’ naruto whispers. his expression is sad and it doesn’t make sasuke feel any better. in fact, it only increases his anxiety. ‘have for ages… i’ve wanted you… for ages.’

‘wanted… me?’ sasuke repeats, dark brows furrowing.

naruto hums, eyes darting towards his hand that’s still wrapped tightly around sasuke’s wrist. he eases his grip, thumb stroking against pale knuckles, tracing the veins that bulge underneath. ‘if you want…’ naruto trails off, and sasuke can sense his hesitance. naruto clears his throat, fingers intertwining with sasuke’s, squeezing, as he asks awkwardly, ‘…be mine?’

sasuke’s reply doesn’t come straight away.

he shifts on the bed, moving until he’s lying down beside naruto, his fingers tightening around the blonde’s. he leans closer, lips brushing against naruto’s, the blonde’s tongue lazily caressing his own. naruto’s fingers are in his hair again, pulling until sasuke is pressed flush against him, sharing their body heat.

against him, sasuke can feel naruto’s erection throbbing against his hip, his own trapped between their stomachs. a moan stutters passed his lips as naruto’s hips move to grind against him, seeking friction. sasuke complies and soon their movements become frantic, their kisses sloppy and wet, groins thrusting simultaneously. the next moan that is ripped from the back of naruto’s throat is so feral—so fucking delicious—that it makes sasuke’s toes curl. he cries out against the blonde’s lips, surprising both himself and naruto, who immediately stills.

naruto’s head dips, pressing his nose against sasuke’s shoulder.

‘you stopped,’ sasuke accuses breathlessly, seemingly annoyed, ‘again.’

‘sorry,’ naruto mumbles, not sounding apologetic at all. he uses his weight to push sasuke onto his back, hovering over the raven head as he presses a chaste kiss to his lips. heavily lidded eyes watch him as he shifts down the bed until he’s sat between sasuke’s legs, using his knees to nudge them further apart. sasuke’s blush deepens.

he watches the blonde lie on his stomach, his lips suddenly kissing along sasuke’s hips.

‘what—?’ sasuke starts to ask, only to choke on his own breath as naruto’s lips suddenly wrap around the head of his cock. ‘s-shit!’ he hisses, fingers gripping thick locks of blonde hair, ‘idiot, warn me next time!’

naruto hums a muffled laugh, tongue circling before dragging down the shaft to press flat against his balls.

sasuke’s voice is hoarse as he asks, ‘h-have you ever done this b—? a-ah!’ he yelps as naruto’s mouth envelops him in one complete motion, swallowing down until the dark curls of hair tickle naruto’s nose. sasuke can’t help it. already sensitive, his cock twitches in naruto’s mouth, hot tongue flattening against the underside. naruto guzzles, saliva spilling from the corners of his mouth as he begins to move, head bobbing up and down, up and down, up and down, until sasuke doesn’t think he can take it anymore.

he grits his teeth, head falling back against the mattress, hair splayed across the fabric.

naruto swallows him again, tongue teasing the bundle of nerves like sasuke had done to him earlier. sasuke’s hips jerk upwards, accidentally choking the blonde, and naruto gags loudly, eyes watering as he releases sasuke from his mouth. his cock feels heavy as it thumps back against his abdomen, his skin now slick with naruto’s saliva.

‘s-sorry,’ sasuke wheezes, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he catches his breath.

to his surprise, naruto is beaming, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. ‘good?’

sasuke pants, hair flopping into his eyes as he nods, ‘mhm.’

naruto grins, fingers dancing across sasuke’s thigh. he teases the dark patch of curls with a swipe of his thumb, smirk broadening as sasuke’s hips cant upwards.

‘stop looking at me like that,’ sasuke grits out, but naruto ignores him, pressing his lips to the raven head’s abdomen. his hair tickles sasuke’s chest, who reaches out to tangle his fingers between the blonde locks. naruto lifts his head to gaze up at his friend.

‘i love you,’ he tells him again. ‘so…’ he presses another kiss to sasuke’s skin, ‘so much.’

sasuke doesn’t say it back, but he doesn’t need to. he pulls on naruto’s hair until they’re aligned, face to face. the pads of his thumbs brush along naruto’s cheekbones, gentle and warm. naruto’s eyes flutter for a moment, his head tilting to press against the palm of sasuke’s hand. sasuke stares up at him, a ghost of a smile tracing the outline of his lips.

i love you too.

he embraces the blonde, arms snaking around naruto’s shoulders, pulling him closer. his nose bumps against the other and he laughs a little as naruto’s eyes cross inwards to glance at sasuke’s lips.

‘i’ll be yours,’ sasuke answers naruto’s previous question, voice quiet.

naruto leans back to look at him properly. his expression is a mixture of coyness and hesitance. ‘you sure?’

‘naruto,’ sasuke tugs on a strand of hair, ‘i’ve wanted to be with you for a very long time. i’m pretty sure that’s never going to change.’

bright eyed, naruto’s expression softens. he’s leaning in again, lips brushing against sasuke’s, close enough to feel him but not enough to taste. ‘tell me,’ he whispers, hips gently pressing against his friend’s. his own breath hitches, sasuke mimicking the sound as his eyes close. ‘tell me,’ naruto says again, pressing flush against sasuke before pulling back, ‘tell me you love me.’ his head ducks to nuzzle sasuke’s neck, hips thrusting forwards again.

sasuke can’t muffle the moan that bursts past his lips. he shivers underneath naruto’s weight, pale arms locking around his neck. he can feel naruto throbbing against his own erection and it feels good—so fucking good—enough to make sasuke’s words jumble together as he attempts to speak. he cries out as naruto thrusts noticeably harder, practically crushing him against the mattress. sasuke’s fingernails dig into naruto’s shoulders, another moan escaping him as he hears naruto grunt lowly in his ear, his hot breath fanning across the side of his face. the temperature in the room has become stifling, and it’s not long before sasuke can feel a thin layer of sweat forming with every press of naruto’s hips. dark locks of hair stick to his temples, but he’s past caring, his fingers burying in naruto’s hair once more.

but naruto’s pulling back, out of his embrace, leaning back until he’s sitting on the heels of his feet.

his eyes have darkened significantly, sasuke notices. the ocean blues he’s used to are now almost navy in the dimly lit room, but sasuke can still make out the rosy colouring on tanned cheeks if he squints hard enough.

he watches as naruto grips his own cock, fist pumping slowly as he watches sasuke with heavily lidded eyes. the sight is almost enough to make sasuke cum there and then. but he holds on with what little control he has left, biting his bottom lip as his abdomen tenses. a dribble of pre-cum slips down the curve of naruto’s erection, coating his fingers as he jerks his hand a little faster.

the blonde moans sasuke’s name, his voice so quiet, sasuke almost doesn’t hear him.

but he does, and his toes curl as he closes his eyes, attempting—and failing miserably—to regain control of his breathing. but he doesn’t get the chance. naruto’s spare hand reaches for sasuke, fingers warm as they cup under his balls. he traces sasuke’s cock, fingertips memorising each vein and curve before they curl around the engorged tip, twisting.

sasuke cries out, sharp and surprised.

naruto hums at the sound, sounded content as he moves closer until his erection traces where his fingers just have. sasuke thinks he’s going to lose his mind. he has no idea how the tables have now turned—how naruto is now somehow in control—but it all feels too good for him to care.

naruto’s hips are thrusting again, his left hand holding sasuke in place as his right wraps around their cocks, gripping them together. sasuke hears the repeated hitching of the blonde’s breath, watching those big blue eyes screw shut as his hips snap faster. his head tilts backwards as he chants sasuke’s name, voice husky with lust, abdomen flexing tightly as he moves. his lips have parted, tongue darting out to coat them in a thin layer of saliva, and then his jaw tenses, brows pulling together. his urgency is matched with sasuke’s uncontrollable mewls, the sensation of naruto rutting against him pulling him closer and closer and—

sasuke isn’t sure who reaches their peak first.

naruto’s hips speed up until his groin is smacking loudly against sasuke’s rear, the noise making the raven head’s skin burn with both passion and embarrassment. the blonde’s moans are so loud that sasuke can feel them resonating down his spine and he’s sure that his name heatedly escaping naruto’s lips is now his favourite sound.

sasuke can feel the familiar tingling in the pit of his stomach, his toes curling as he spreads his legs wider. he throws his head back against the mattress, his fingers scrambling to hold onto naruto’s thighs, nails digging in once more.

‘n-naru—’ he manages to choke out, ‘—to.’ he squirms, naruto hunching over him, their lips clashing together sloppily. there’s a fumble of lips, tongues and teeth, and as naruto grinds into him at such a pace it makes his head spin, sasuke yells out a profanity. naruto swallows the sound, moaning into the raven head’s mouth with a curse of his own.

and then sasuke feels the coil in his stomach bursting, naruto’s name slipping past his lips with ease. they come undone almost simultaneously, the scent of their desire staining the room, sasuke’s blood pulsing in his eardrums. he’s blissfully limp, naruto slumped heavily against him, groaning into his shoulder as his hips jut one last time before stilling.

they lay together for several minutes, taking the time to catch their breaths. naruto presses closer, the stickiness of their fervour trapped between their stomachs. neither seem to care, a tangle of embracing arms and legs as naruto nuzzles sasuke’s shoulder once more, shifting until they’re lying on their sides. too tired to get up, naruto lazily uses the bedsheets to wipe the mess from their stomachs before he kicks them to the floor.

long pale fingers dance across the back of naruto’s scalp, the blonde humming appreciatively as he presses a kiss to sasuke’s collarbone. bleary eyed, he prods a finger against one of the many marks he’s left against the uchiha’s neck. sasuke flinches but doesn’t make a move to stop him. naruto hears him swallow thickly, feels his fingers scrape a little harder along his scalp.

‘i love you.’

the words are whispered against the curve of naruto’s cheek, so softly that he barely hears them.

a wide smile breaches his lips, so wide that it almost hurts, and he hums again, nuzzling closer until his nose bumps against sasuke’s neck. he presses his lips there once, twice, thrice, before he murmurs the words back. he knows that sasuke hears him, pale arms tightening around his waist before his breathing begins to ease, slow and even.

sasuke falls asleep first.

naruto loses track of time as he watches the other sleep. there’s still a faint blush that is just visible on the uchiha’s cheeks, his lips swollen from their kissing. his hair is damp against his temples, the strands messy and tangled together. his skin appears to glow in the moonlight and naruto admires how much paler sasuke’s skin is to his own. he dares to reach out, brushing the dark strands of hair from sasuke’s face, pausing when the uchiha’s nose crinkles. he’s still asleep, warm breath fanning out against naruto’s chin, eyelashes long enough to rest just above his cheekbones.

naruto thinks he must be dreaming.

his eyes squeeze shut, convinced that when he opens them, sasuke won’t be in his arms and that the past hour will have all been yet another of his wet dreams.

he waits. and waits.

and waits some more.

eventually, he dares to peel an eye open, peeking.

sasuke is still sleeping, and naruto watches as his lips form inaudible words, brows pinching together. his arms tighten around naruto’s waist before immediately relaxing, the limbs heavy against his skin. but naruto doesn’t mind. because like this, he thinks sasuke is beautiful. more beautiful than he’s ever seen him. naruto smiles softly, eyes tracing over sasuke’s features one last time before closing.

he’s not sure what awaits for when they awake the next day, but for now, he’s finally right where he’s wanted to be for the past six years.

by sasuke’s side.

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Viktor x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: To your ire, you’ve developed a terrible infatuation with Viktor and (un)fortunately he’s noticed. Set pre-Act I, when Viktor was a wee student.

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Alternative Synopsis: Oops, my hand slipped after @arcanescribbles posted this artwork. I couldn’t stop thinking about Viktor’s hands gripping the sheets and how damn hot that is. So here we are. Enjoy!

Tags/Warnings: Hand fetish, mentions of masturbation, marking kink, fingering, face-sitting, blowjob, praise kink, brief aftercare, reader is very horny, lots of swearing (because why not? 🤷🏾‍♀️).

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There were many things you were sure of in life: that the world revolved around the sun, that the sun rose from the east and set in the west, and that you were infatuated with Viktor — and it infuriated you.

You prided yourself on being an attentive, diligent student. You consistently aced the biochemistry and physiology classes, were the treasure of theoretical physics, and impressed your cohort at The Academy with your prowess as an artist.

You didn’t have time for infatuations. Ambition and progress always came first.

Then Viktor sauntered into your life. Humble, driven, reckless and self-reliant Viktor.

The golden-eyed Golden Boy that Heimerdinger had dragged from the depths of the undercity. The underdog that had charmed the council and admissions board with his sheer intellect, ambition and self-determination, whilst on trial for trespassing academy grounds. And yes, you could admit there was something to admire in these qualities, but his ‘attractive’ qualities diminished them in magnitudes.

The slight bump at the end of his nose, most prominent when profiled by the setting sun during a physics practicum. The beauty marks that adorned his face and skin; marks that often distracted you when he was too close beside you when you were completing back titrations in chemistry. Beauty marks that left you wondering how many more mapped his skin and how long it would take to kiss each one.

The way he twirled his hair was particularly irksome – chestnut curls twisting and untwisting around slender fingers as he pondered over calculus equations during tutorials and lectures. Such beautiful, clean hands with neatly trimmed nails and elegant knuckles.

For all of your annoyance with Viktor, you rarely interacted beyond your academics. Nothing beyond a blushed and polite ‘hello’ in the hallway or student dormitories, or a softly spoken ‘excuse me’ when he shuffled past you in the library or in lectures, finding a seat beside or near you.

So when Professor Sinclair had paired you with Viktor to complete a group assignment to invent a prototype mechanism together, from proposal to product; to say you were brimming with nervous excitement was an understatement.

Maybe this was providence finally intervening, gifting you the time to get to know the unsavoury aspects of this tall and slender man, and rid yourself of this silly infatuation. Gods knew the occasional, non-committal fucks with your peers weren’t helping.

Providence proved to be a cruel mistress instead.

Much to your ire, Viktor was just as disarmingly charming to study with and get to know. Behind those considered words and soft cadence was a sparkling wit and playfulness that left your sides aching from laughter. He was surprisingly empathetic, expressing concern for classmates who struggled, despite being his bullies during various points during his studies.

Viktor was also filled with a limitless desire to not be forgotten, which you observed underpinned his almost self-destructive work ethic. During your study sessions, you were often coaxing water or food into him with a grumble about “nourished bodies and minds produce results”.

Viktor’s dishevelled bed hair during weekend research sessions also left you breathless each time he arrived at the library, coffee mug in hand. Every time you fought the urge to hand-comb it and feel it’s apparent softness beneath your fingertips.

When he wore slightly unbuttoned shirts to quell the impending summer heat, your mind pondered on whether the rest of him was as pale and sparsely haired.

Your undoing was his smile though — mischievous and carefree in its joy. It was contagious like his playful attempts at “winging it” (Viktor’s words, not yours) with all of your prototype tests. Four months later, everything about Viktor was enrapturing to you and you knew you were truly fucked.

“Am I interrupting something?”

Viktor’s dulcet voice drew you back to reality, away from your thoughts. As you looked up from your notes, you found the young man staring curiously at you, a slight smile betraying his amusement.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks. Yes, actually. He was interrupting, groused your thoughts. You’d been daydreaming about Viktor again. Perhaps fantasising was a more apt word — daydreaming about his mouth on your throat as his fingers slowly fucked your cunt, whispering how you were a ‘good girl’ for him.

“Huh. Um,” you looked back at the mess of letters on your page again. What were you working on again? Ah. Right. Law of Conservation.

“No. No. You’re not interrupting anything,” you assured him as you shook your head. “I just.” You chewed the tip of your pencil absently, noting the hands on the library clock: it was ten to midnight. “It’s getting late. Let’s call it a night.”

“Are you sure?” pressed Viktor, a slight frown on his lips. He raised his pencil to his face and tapped it to his bottom lip absently. A vivid desire to be that pencil flashed through your mind, adding to the heat between your thighs.

Fucking hell.

“You’re doing that thing again — where you chew your pencil in thought,” continued Viktor, calmly, thoughtfully; tapping the pencil to his lips again as if to stress his words. “I thought at first that you had finished your calculations but a glance at your notes suggested you were distracted instead. So, y/n, what is so riveting about your thoughts?”

Everything. Climbing onto your lap and fucking you senseless until your every thought is about me and how fucking good my pussy is for you, answered your mind. But you couldn’t say that.

You couldn’t admit that it wasn’t just a once-off fantasy either. No, you’d slid your lacquered dildo into your aching, wet core for months now imagining it was Viktor’s cock instead. You’d cum to constructed scenarios of him begging for you to let him cum, to let him touch you as your imaginary-self traced the veins of his dick with your tongue.

No, that wouldn’t be an appropriate answer. At all.

Viktor’s shoe tapped the side of your shin, interrupting you from your reverie again. You felt the blush deepen on your cheeks, spreading to your neck as a sheepish apology passed your lips.

“Perhaps it’s best if we call it a night,” chuckled Viktor as he began bookmarking and closing the books he’d been reading for research.

“Agreed,” you said, placing your stationery into your painted pencil tin. “Did you need help with the books?”

Viktor shook his head as he deposited the thick tomes into his satchel bag, alongside his notebooks. Carefully, he stood and reached for his cane, which rested against the table.

“I would prefer to walk you back to your rooms though. Daydreamers have a habit of walking into things, if they’re not careful.”

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The walk back to your dormitory room was pleasant. Viktor rambled about possible solutions for your failed prototype testing this past week, theorising reasons for your failures and how to integrate these observations into your production and design folio.

Once you arrived at your door, Viktor paused as you fished for your keys in your satchel. It was as you slid your key into the lock that Viktor spoke.

“You were thinking about me in the library, yes?”

Viktor’s words knocked the air out from your lungs and your hand stilled, mid-motion. How? How did he know? He wasn’t a mage nor was he a mind reader. So, how the fuck did he know?

“Hmm,” hummed Viktor. “I thought so. I’ve been researching this for months now. If you, eh, feel mutually about me as I do for you. Your breathing quickens in my presence. You blush when we touch. And the times I wore clothing with slightly more skin exposed, you were visibly flustered and couldn’t make consistent eye contact.”

Of course. Your infatuation was obvious and Viktor, being ever the scientist, had analysed the evidence before him. But your thoughts were locked more importantly on his words: “If you, eh, feel mutually about me as I do for you.”

“My conclusions are correct, no?” asked Viktor when you didn’t respond.

Gods, he wanted you too.

“If it is and this is something you don’t want, I won’t speak of it again and we’ll remain friends,” continued Viktor. “Your friendship is more valuable to me.”

He wanted you. Gods. He wanted. You.

Heimerdinger’s fucking Golden Child wanted you.

Your blood pulsed loudly in your ears as you considered your response.

On one hand you could reject his advances based on the principle of your infatuation with him ruining your life, and be done with it. On the other hand, you could fuck out these distracting hormones and truly find out if he was a sex god, as the rumours of the past two years had spread throughout The Academy.

You sighed over your internal dilemma and turned the key in the lock. The mechanism clicked open and you purposefully slipped your key back into the back of your satchel pocket.

You turned to Viktor, grasping the smooth surface of the brass door handle to steady yourself.

His long frame stood tall, brown satchel slung across his lithe body as his gaze held yours: fierce, resolute and proud. A brilliant vermillion had bloomed across the sharp planes of his cheeks, and his bottom lip was pulled slightly beneath his teeth in worry. It was the slight tremble of his hand on the curve of his cane handle that betrayed his nervousness the most – his knuckles stretched white as the cane shook imperceptibly in the soft hallway light.

Viktor was a composed, wretched mess. Just like you.

Carefully you pulled your spine up, curved your neck upwards to look him dead in the eye.

“Viktor, I’m going to open this door and you have to make a decision. Either you a) say goodnight and we remain friends and finish this assignment like this never happened; or b) you step into my bedroom and we fuck until the only thought in that splendid brain of yours is me, and only me.

“So what’ll it be?”

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Viktor’s mind was in a panic.

Had he heard you correctly? Were you propositioning him?

Surely not.

Yet here you stood, eyes beholden with unadulterated lust. Chin held aloft as you challenged him to act on his desires; a jawline that he had wanted to litter with kisses, and use to follow the lines of your neck to the juncture of your shoulder. Press his lips, his teeth into your skin until his name was a litany gasped from your throat.

By Janna, his hand – no, other people’s consenting bodies hadn’t been enough to satiate his desire for you these past seven months. Viktor had wanted you, only you, and that desire had become all-consuming these past four months working together.

He had been starting to regret his request to Professor Sinclair to pair you together for the year. Scared that even though his observations of your lust were correct, you were resolute in your decision for this to remain a fantasy, an unactioned desire.

Yet, all he had to do was cross that indelible line, voice his desire and you were his.

“So what’ll it be?”

That was an easy answer, thought Viktor as he stepped over the threshold, into your room.

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You watched nervously as Viktor’s satchel fell next to yours with a soft thump on your bedroom floor.

You hadn’t expected him to accept your, for lack of a better word, proposition. In all honesty, part of you had wanted Viktor to bid you goodnight and leave, his cane hitting the tile floor a toll that this infatuation was over. That you could move on, both of you certain in your mutual decision to ignore and compartmentalise your carnal desires.

“So, how did you want to do this?”

Viktor’s eyebrows curved upwards, a mischievous smile exposing the middle gap of his incisors as he shifted his weight onto his left leg.

“I imagined we would undress, descend onto your bed,” he gestured vaguely in the direction of your king-size single bed in the corner of the room, “and – as you said – fuck until the only thought in that splendid brain of mine is you, and only you,” teased Viktor, his voice husky and low.

You let out a snort of amusement.

“Hmm,” you stepped towards him, until your hands were on his chest. Then your fingers slowly began unfastening the gun-metal clasps of his academy vest. “It’s hardly fair to use my words against me.”

“Eh, you made your expectations clear and I’m simply acknowledging them,” murmured Viktor absently with a cheeky shrug. His elegant hands touched your chest, teasing the buttons on your burgundy shirt; lightly caressing the cotton fabric. “May I?”

You nodded and let out a hum of approval.

It wasn’t long before your upper garments were gone, the fabric shirked to the floor with a satisfying rustle. The planes of his torso were exposed to you: pale skin spotted with freckles and beauty marks, a thin line of dark hair descending from his navel to the waistband of his blue-grey pants.

Viktor was utterly beautiful. More so than you imagined. Absolutely and utterly divine.

And when your eyes met his, you saw your adoration mirrored in gold; and Viktor swore, soft and low.

He pulled you towards him, his forearm hot against your lower back. Shamelessly, Viktor pressed his mouth against the shape of your jaw, then the nexus of your neck and jawline, suckling down the line of your throat, all the while drawing soft whimpers from deep within your chest.

Surely Viktor could taste the blood in your pulse-point as you keened under his touch. Surely he could hear how it rushed through your arteries, your capillaries, heating your skin with an unbearable fire. Gods, you needed him. You fucking wanted him pressed against every inch of your bare skin, your hips rutting up to meet his own.

“Are you okay moving this to the bed?” you asked breathlessly. Viktor’s teeth dragged across the skin of your collarbone before pressing a soft kiss to the column of your neck. Molten gold eyes gazed at you in the lamplight, and you felt yourself melt under them, into them.

Gods, he wasn’t allowed to be this attractive, you thought. It should be illegal for someone to look at you with such wanton desire.

“Of course. Truthfully, even if you fucked me right here, right now, on this floor, I would still be satiated,” admitted Viktor, thumb caressing the curve of your waist. His words broke something in you and you hastily unbuttoned his pants, pushed him onto the edge of your bed and kissed the bare skin of his muscular thighs.

“You don’t have to,” started Viktor softly.

“Actually, I do,” you interjected, trailing your fingers up and down the inside of his thighs. Viktor trembled beneath your touch; a low, loud moan erupting out of him when you marked his pale flesh with your teeth. You watched his skin bloom red, satisfied. “I’ve been wanting to suck your cock for months.”

“Fuck,” groaned Viktor, eyes wide, pupils dilated and rimmed with gold. “Did you, eh, pleasure yourself to that fantasy?”

“Hmm. Many times,” you hummed, your hand reaching up to fist his hardening cock. You stroked him a few times, feeling the veins that curved around the shaft of his dick. “Did you?”

“I did. However – ah – my imagination did no justice to how divine you would actually feel.”

Viktor carded his hands through your loose hair and you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes contently as his nails scraped along your scalp. You allowed yourself the moment, letting Viktor calm his laboured breathing. With a deliberate slow sultriness, you opened your eyes and peered up at Viktor from beneath your lashes.

He bit back a moan, teeth pulling his bottom lip inwards.

“Viktor, I’m going to fuck you now, with my pretty mouth, and I want to hear you,” you gave his arousal a hard squeeze and Viktor rewarded you with a whimper. The salty, musky scent of leaking precum sent your mind reeling, and you thumbed it around his sensitive tip, watching Viktor’s face the entire time.

He wasn’t looking at you. His attention was rapt upon your hand, as you stroked him, and your tongue, as you ran it along the thick underside of him and around him. A teasing of what was to come.

You were going to unravel him and enjoy every single moment of it.

Purposefully, you licked your lips and smiled back up at Viktor. His throat bobbed visibly as he gulped.

“I want to hear every sigh. Every moan. I want to hear every praise that falls from your lips, that crosses your mind until you’re cumming in my mouth,” you continued huskily. “Do you think you can do that for me?”

“Yes.” Viktor nodded earnestly. “Yes, I can.”

“Good.”

Then your lips were around his cock, diligently taking him in as his groans echoed against your bedroom walls – loud and delicious to your ears. You started slow, before setting a steady pace, hand fisted around the base of his cock; hot and heavy in your hands. And when Viktor’s hand gripped your hair in his long fingers, applauding you for being a “good girl”, his words shot straight to your core.

“Fuck. Yes. Keep doing that. You feel so fucking good,” praised Viktor, his voice wanton and soaked with carnal pleasure. Gazing up at him, you watched the normally composed man unravel before you.

His neck was stretched taunt, chestnut hair damp against his forehead. His eyes were closed and his slender hand fisted the bedsheets as hips rocked with great restraint against your face.

You were doing that. You were responsible for the pinch of pleasure in his brow, and the way your name fell from his mouth like accolades. You were causing him to lose all self-control as his hands clutched your navy duvet like a lifebuoy in an ocean; his chest heaving shallow breaths as he approached his peak.

“I’m close. Fuck. I’m,” choked out Viktor, panting with exertion. “I’m going to–”

You enthusiastically hummed around him, then pushed his thighs further out and sunk your mouth down until the tip of his cock touched the back of your mouth. It was this – this is what pushed him over the precipice.

His orgasm was furious in your mouth. The salty strings of his orgasm hit the back of your tongue with a fierce ferocity and you swallowed each one thirstily, like a parched traveller in the Shumiran desert. Viktor’s back bowed above you, your name a choked groan on his lips.

You milked every, last drop of his cum out of his pulsating cock into you; until Viktor pulled you off him, face flushed and mesmerised by you. With a messy, ardent passion, he pressed his flushed lips against your own.

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Viktor could taste himself on your mouth: a salty tanginess that left him dizzy with desire.

It had been so long since someone had fucked him like that. Fucked him until stars glistened in his vision and rendered him speechless. Left him consumed with only the thought and the pleasure of them between his legs and how fucking exquisite they felt. You had done that.

All of his limbs still tingled with the aftershocks of his orgasm. His legs trembled as he resolutely pulled you into his lap, until your bare chest was pressed against his own.

If your lips had felt celestial around his cock then your mouth was cosmic ecstasy against his own. Soft and supple whilst hard and rough simultaneously – a paradox of electric desire that felt divine.

Viktor’s tongue gently brushed your bottom lip, seeking permission, and you willingly gave it to him; tongue slipping in to taste the shape of your mouth, to trace the edges of your teeth.

It drew a moan from deep within you, as your hands pleasantly pulled his hair. When his teeth grazed and suckled the softness of your neck, you moaned loudly and rocked your hips against his roughly. Viktor hissed from the overstimulation, still in his refractory period.

But instead of pushing you away, he slipped a hand between you, fingers spreading the wetness of you around your swollen folds before sinking a digit into your warm, tight cunt. The groan it elicited out of you was positively criminal.

“By Janna, you’re sopping,” groaned Viktor, and added another finger to your heat. You clenched around him. And as he started pumping his fingers in-and-out of you, you whimpered with delight, your wanton moans pulling your head back in pleasure, long locks cascading down your back.

You were absolutely sopping and Viktor decided he wanted that against his mouth. Now.

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"Sit on me."

His words had been spoken softly, but they were sonorous, vibrating through your entire body. Heck, immolating every cell of you in a greedy, lust-filled fire. Viktor languidly sucked the sheen of your juices off his fingers, his hooded eyes watching your every expression and tick. Satisfied, he released his slender fingers with a gratuitous pop!, a smug smirk curling his lips upwards.

"You taste delicious," said Viktor, tone laden with desire. He lowered himself onto your bed, his dishevelled curls splayed out in a patina around his head on your blue duvet. "Come hither and let me feast on you."

Fucking hell. Golden Child Viktor was going to be your undoing.

But it still thrilled you as you moved up his frame and your parted legs hovered over his blatantly eager face. Viktor's hands firmly dug into the supple flesh of your thighs, and he pulled you closer, until his lips and teeth nipped at the sensitive underside of your thighs with a pleased moan. It sent tremors through you, straight to your aching, soaked core.

You felt the curve of Viktor's self-satisfied smile against your skin, as he moved closer to where you wanted him to be. He blew warm air across your swollen lips, which drew a deep moan of desperation out of you before he pulled away.

"You bastard,” you cursed.

Viktor hummed nonchalantly. Then he had the audacity to chuckle at you. You. The very person he was meant to be pleasuring. Just as you were about to curse him into the flaming ball of plasma in the sky, he slipped a finger into you, drawing a loud, low gasp from within your very being.

"I’ve found that the best meals are, ah, savoured slowly," teased the scientist as he swirled his finger experimentally in your cunt. Oh fuck. That was more delightful than you anticipated. “But I have a habit of being, eh, impatient.”

Then he abruptly brought you down, onto his face, his tongue running a hot, resolute path along your core that left you aching for more.

To say you had been prepared for this would’ve been a lie. Your imagined scenarios were a paltry tribute to the actual pleasure of Viktor’s mouth, Viktor’s tongue between your thighs. He licked and sucked as if your pussy was a holy grail and your cunt a fine wine. Sporadically he would enthusiastically groan into you, as if praising you for the way you tugged his hair and rolled your hips over him.

Viktor’s pace was agonising – drawing your arousal to a precipice, but never over the edge. And each time you tried to pull him closer or speed up his ministrations, Viktor would duck away momentarily with a snort or breathy laugh of bemusement before strategically slowing down again.

His teeth pulled lightly at your lips, sparking an electric jolt of pleasure through your spine; and when his tongue slid into the entrance of your cunt, your back bowed with an all-encompassing pleasure.

“Fucking hell, Viktor,” you panted above him, your knuckles now tightly wrapped and white around the wrought iron of your bedframe. You were a wreck, body begging for release, your hips hopelessly jerking towards him and his fucking talented mouth.

“Please,” you begged. “Please. Just let me cum.”

Viktor hummed into you, the sound vibrating achingly into your core.

Then you made the mistake of looking down at him: his usually golden eyes were now mostly onyx with desire as he enthusiastically lapped at your cunt, his eyes catching yours with hungry, carnal desire every moment or so. Every now and then Viktor would close his eyes in seemingly absolute pleasure, as if to savour the meal of tasting, eating you.

Watching him was your undoing and you came suddenly, starburst erupting behind your eyes as you cried into the night. Viktor held you firmly against him, his lips tight around your clit as your thighs trembled with pleasure. And as your body slumped with a post-orgasmic glow, Viktor licked the remnants of your cum with a moan of satisfaction.

Gingerly you lifted yourself off him and plopped unceremoniously onto your bed beside him. Your chest heaved, still searching for the air your orgasm had squeezed from your lungs.

You felt, rather than saw, Viktor shift and leave the bed; his gait shuffling softly around the room until you heard a cupboard opening and closing, followed by the shriek of your basin taps running in the annexed washroom.

“Sorry,” said Viktor ruefully.

“It’s okay. The plumbing is abysmal in this dormitory wing anyway,” you reassured him.

You could picture the exact grimace on his face as he apologised though. It was an expression reserved for when you asked if "the prototype is dangerous", and he shrugged noncommittedly before flicking on the mechanism. Sometimes the prototype exploded, other times it combusted, but it was always the same grimace reserved for Viktor's risky ventures.

When Viktor returned to bed, you watched drowsily as he tenderly wiped between, and around, your thighs with a damp cloth. Discarding the cloth onto your bedside table, he then perched himself onto his side, elbow supporting his head as amber eyes gazed reverently down at you.

There was a gentleness to his countenance that you rarely saw – usually caught when he was absently staring into space during your study sessions. Maybe Viktor had also been thinking about you these past four months?

“Thank you,” said Viktor softly as his thumb caressed your cheek. “That was better than I ever imagined.”

“Same.”

You smiled sleepily up at him and pulled him down into a languid kiss before you coaxed him under the bedsheets. Gently, you ensconced yourself in each other’s warmth: your leg between Viktor’s and his arm wrapped around your waist as you pressed your face into the warmth of his chest.

“We should probably call it a night, though,” you continued, now warm and content. “We have an early morning class tomorrow.”

“Yes, I suppose nourished minds and bodies produce results. Goodnight y/n,” murmured Viktor before he pressed his lips to the crown of your head. Whatever Viktor said after that was lost, as you fell asleep almost immediately, exhausted from the day's events.

But it didn’t matter, because when you woke in the morning, Viktor was still there, beside you; and that's what mattered.

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