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cocostyles · 5 months ago

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High infidelity — Shikamaru Nara, Naruto Uzumaki

pairing: Shikamaru Nara x fem reader!

word count: 3k

summary: Naruto is always distant, and you find refuge in Shikamaru.

warnings; little angst, infidelity, english is not my first language.

note: I'm a little obsessed with Naruto right now, the next one is about Sasuke. Shikamaru is my favorite, however, in most of my stories he's the second option, poor guy.

Let me know what you thinks!

The village of Konoha was living in days of peace, but within your heart, the storm was constant. Since you had started your relationship with Naruto Uzumaki, everything seemed perfect from the outside. He was a hero, the Hokage, the man everyone admired. But within your relationship, the cracks were evident.

Naruto was always busy. Endless meetings, urgent missions, and political decisions kept him away. At first, you understood; being Hokage was a dream he had pursued his whole life. But over time, the loneliness began to carve deeply into your chest. The nights you stayed awake waiting, the days when you barely crossed paths, and the conversations that always felt incomplete made something inside you break.

That was when Shikamaru appeared.

He was a close friend of Naruto, his right hand in village matters. But as time went on, he began to be more than just an ally to you. At first, your meetings were casual. Shikamaru, with his calm and reflective demeanor, always made time to stop and listen to you.

“How are you?” he asked one day as you walked together through the Hokage’s gardens.

You hesitated before answering, but the sincerity in his eyes disarmed you. “I’m… tired, I think.”

“Tired of what?”

“Of waiting.”

You didn’t need to say more. Shikamaru understood without many words. He didn’t try to justify Naruto or minimize how you felt. Instead, he just stayed there, listening. That small gesture was the beginning of something you couldn’t stop.

As the days passed, your conversations with Shikamaru became more frequent. He appeared in the moments you needed him most—whether to share a cup of tea, help with something trivial, or simply sit silently by your side.

Weeks later, you decided to do something different. You went to the salon and cut your hair. Although it was a small change, it was significant to you. You’d always worn it down to your waist, and now it barely reached your shoulders. It was a fresher, more practical style. However, when you arrived at the Hokage’s office, where you usually worked on your boyfriend’s paperwork, no one seemed to notice. Not even him, who saw you all day.

A little disappointed, you left the office and decided to take a walk in the park. As you strolled, you thought maybe it wasn’t so important after all. Sometimes you felt the things that mattered to you went unnoticed in the daily routine.

At that moment, someone stopped you with a relaxed voice.

“Wow, did you cut your hair?” Shikamaru asked, looking at your new appearance with a discreet smile.

You turned, surprised by his observation. “Oh, yeah… I thought no one had noticed.”

Shikamaru studied your features for a few seconds longer, making you feel slightly uncomfortable. “I think it looks good on you,” he said with a small smile, his eyes shining with the sincerity of his compliment. “It makes you look more… refreshed, in a way.”

You blushed, surprised at how genuine he sounded. “Thank you, Shikamaru.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied, his voice as calm as ever. “It’s easy to notice those details when you spend time with someone.”

Your heart beat a little faster. “That’s true,” you said, lowering your gaze, trying to hide the warmth you felt hearing those words. You couldn’t help but feel a little more special when Shikamaru observed you with such unique attention.

“Well,” Shikamaru continued after a brief silence, “maybe I’ll see you more often to keep noticing those details.” His tone was relaxed, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

You looked at him, finding in his expression something that seemed to suggest there was more behind those words—something you couldn’t quite identify.

“That would be nice,” you finally said, smiling faintly. But inside, your mind was elsewhere, thinking about how he made you feel. Like you were the only person who truly mattered.

You used to see each other occasionally in the afternoons, talking about everything and nothing.

"It's complicated, isn't it?" he said one evening as the two of you watched the sunset from the Hokage mountain.

"What is?"

"Loving someone who always seems out of reach."

You looked at him, surprised. There was something in his tone that made you think he understood exactly how you felt.

"Shikamaru, I..."

"You don't have to say anything," he interrupted with a faint smile. "I just want you to know that I understand. And that I'm here."

Those words stayed with you. That night, when Naruto came home late again, barely kissing you before collapsing into bed, you couldn't stop thinking about Shikamaru. About how his presence had become a refuge you didn’t realize you needed.

The tension between you two grew slowly, almost imperceptibly. One day, while sorting through some documents in the Hokage's office, Shikamaru reached for a scroll you couldn’t quite grab. Your hands brushed, and it was as if the air in the room became heavier.

You both paused, simply looking at each other before you stepped back and Shikamaru cleared his throat.

Shikamaru gave a faint smile and sat by your desk. "Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?"

You sighed, letting frustration show on your face for a moment. "It’s just... I don’t know what to do. I feel like everything is slipping through my fingers. Naruto... he’s always so busy, and I’m... here, waiting for something to change, but nothing ever does."

Shikamaru listened in silence, observing you. "I get it," he said finally. "And it’s hard, isn’t it? Waiting for something that never comes."

You looked at him, surprised by the empathy in his words. "Yeah, that’s it. I feel invisible, like I don’t exist when he’s caught up in his responsibilities. I can’t keep living like this, Shikamaru."

There was a long silence between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Instead, it felt as if your hearts were in sync, sharing an understanding that didn’t need to be voiced.

"How you feel matters," Shikamaru said softly. "And you don’t have to carry all this on your own."

This time, you saw something in his eyes you hadn’t noticed before. He wasn’t just Naruto’s friend; he was someone who truly saw you. Something inside you, something you’d kept buried for so long, began to stir.

"Thank you for listening," you said, your voice betraying a vulnerability you didn’t know you’d let slip. "Sometimes, I just need someone to see me."

"I’ll always see you," Shikamaru replied, taking a step closer almost unconsciously.

That small action was enough to quicken both your heartbeats, but neither of you moved further. You were trapped in that moment, where the air seemed charged with everything unspoken. You both knew something had shifted between you, but neither dared to admit it.

"Shikamaru..." you murmured, meeting his eyes.

You both knew there was something there. But neither of you knew if you were ready for the next step.

You felt your heart racing and your chest tightening. Everything you had been avoiding stood right before you in the figure of Shikamaru. Somehow, he had become your only source of solace.

"This is wrong," you murmured, quickly pulling away and breaking the mood in the room.

"I know," Shikamaru replied, his voice low and heavy with emotion. "But I can't help it."

That confession changed everything. From that moment, you began to question everything. Was it fair to stay with Naruto when you felt your heart leaning toward someone else? Was this a betrayal or simply the result of being neglected for so long?

It seemed as though you and Shikamaru had reached an unspoken agreement. You both carried on as usual, with him continuing to win your heart through his attentions. Neither of you mentioned what had happened in the office again.

Weeks later, you stayed late at work, going over reports. When you finally left the Hokage building, you decided to walk through the empty streets, hoping the fresh air might clear your mind.

As you walked, you heard soft footsteps behind you. Turning around, there he was—Shikamaru, hands in his pockets and his usual calm expression on his face.

"Can't sleep, Shikamaru?" you asked, noticing the familiar pensive look in his eyes.

"It's harder to sleep with so much on my mind," he replied, walking alongside you. "Besides, I was curious to see if you’d be out here, wandering through the village."

You smiled faintly. "At this hour? I didn’t expect to see anyone."

"Neither did I." Shikamaru stepped closer, the streetlights partially illuminating his face. "What's bothering you? You seem... distant tonight."

"I'm just thinking about things," you said, unsure whether you wanted to share everything you were feeling.

"You know I'm here if you need to talk," he said, his tone more serious now. His eyes locked onto yours, as though he could see beyond your words, understanding what you weren’t saying.

You sighed, feeling the weight of everything you'd been carrying. "It's complicated. I'm caught between what I want and what I should do. Between what I feel and what I’m supposed to feel."

Shikamaru stopped in front of you, forcing your gaze to meet his in the dim light of the night. "Sometimes," he said softly, "choices aren’t easy, but what truly matters is what you feel—what you really want, even if it’s hard."

You bit your lip, holding his gaze. "It's hard not to think about everything I could lose."

"It is," Shikamaru admitted.

But right now, I just want you to know you don’t have to carry all of this alone."

The air between you grew heavy with silence, a silence that spoke volumes. In that moment, you felt an overwhelming desire to be near him. Your heart pounded in your chest, and though you knew you should pull away, you couldn’t—or didn’t want to.

Without a word, Shikamaru stepped closer. You watched him, his expression calm yet intense. The tension was written on his face, in his gaze. Then, without thinking, he pulled you toward him, his hands settling on your waist as your lips met in a kiss that was soft yet full of everything unsaid between you.

The world seemed to stop in that moment. You closed your eyes, feeling Shikamaru hold you with unexpected gentleness, shielding you from everything else. But as the kiss deepened, the desire and passion that had been building for days erupted.

The kiss needed no words. Everything you had shared and felt was expressed in that single moment.

The kiss lingered, and in that instant, you both knew there was no going back. Yet, neither of you needed more answers. You had been honest, even without words, and what was growing between you couldn’t be ignored.

"Don’t kiss me again," you said, unable to meet his eyes. "And don’t talk to me anymore."

Then you walked away, leaving Shikamaru standing there, his gaze distant as he cursed himself for ruining everything.

The guilt consumed you, but so did the desire. It didn’t take long for you to break. One rainy afternoon, you found yourself standing at Shikamaru’s door, drenched and unable to hold back any longer.

He opened the door and looked at you with that gaze that made you feel like the only person in the world. He didn’t say a word.

"I shouldn’t be here," you said, trembling from both the rain and your emotions.

"Then leave," Shikamaru replied, though his eyes told a different story.

But you didn’t leave. Instead, you stepped closer. Time seemed to freeze as your lips met again in a desperate kiss—one filled with guilt, longing, and something deeper: the feeling of being truly seen, of being wanted.

That night, when you returned home with a bittersweet smile, Naruto was waiting for you. You were soaked from the rain, and your heart felt heavy. He looked at you with a tired smile.

"Sorry for being so absent lately," he said sincerely. "I know I haven’t been the best. I just need you to have a little more patience with me."

His words hit you like a tidal wave. You wanted to cry from the guilt of what you had done with Shikamaru, but you held back. You didn’t have the courage to confess. Instead, you nodded, walking into the bathroom, feeling the weight of your secret pulling you down even further.

A few days after that kiss, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. The secret gnawed at you, but you couldn’t help seeking out Shikamaru at the most unexpected moments. Every encounter, every word, felt like an invitation to cross a line you weren’t sure you could return from.

That afternoon, as you walked through the Hokage’s halls, you saw Shikamaru waiting outside the office, as if he had been expecting you. The look you exchanged was enough to confirm what you both knew—there was no turning back.

"Where are you going?" Shikamaru asked, his voice calm, though his eyes held a restrained intensity.

"I don’t know," you replied with a nervous smile. "Maybe I’m just trying to clear my thoughts."

Shikamaru stepped closer, placing his hands gently on your shoulders. "What are you running from?" he asked, his gaze piercing into yours.

You couldn’t help but feel vulnerable under his stare, your heart racing. "I’m not running," you said, though your voice trembled. "I’m just... scared."

"Scared of what?" he asked, his fingers lightly brushing your arm.

"Of what this means," you admitted, meeting his eyes. "Of what happened between us. I don’t know if I’m ready for the consequences."

Shikamaru looked deeply into your eyes, as if he could see your soul. "You don’t have to be afraid of what you feel," he said softly, moving closer. "I know this isn’t easy, but if we don’t try, we’ll never know what could’ve been."

You felt trapped in that moment—caught between duty, fear, and the undeniable feelings you had for him. You didn’t want to hurt Naruto, but you also couldn’t ignore your heart.

"And what if this is all a mistake?" you asked, your voice breaking with uncertainty.

"It’s not," Shikamaru said with conviction, gently touching your face. "Because what I feel for you is real, and that’s all that matters."

You couldn’t say anything more. Silently, you let yourself be swept up by him again. His lips found yours in a passionate kiss, sealing what you both already knew: that despite the doubts, the pull between you was irresistible.

The world kept turning, but in that kiss, everything else faded away.

Weeks passed, and though you tried to maintain your relationship with Naruto as normal as possible, something had broken between you two. You no longer waited up for him late at night, nor did you plead for his attention. The sporadic encounters with Shikamaru became more intense, filled with meaning. Every time he looked at you, his gaze seemed to understand something you couldn’t put into words. And yet, despite your efforts to hide it, the tension was undeniable.

It was then that Naruto began to notice. Perhaps he didn’t voice it immediately, but the small signs were unmistakable. The days when she came home late or spent more time working. Sometimes, he found himself watching how Shikamaru approached her more often and how their conversations seemed longer, more meaningful. It wasn’t a single gesture but rather an accumulation of small moments that made him feel a growing unease.

One day, after an important meeting in the Hokage's office, Naruto watched you as you laughed at something Shikamaru had said, your face lit up with a genuine smile—something he hadn’t seen in a long time. When your eyes met Naruto’s, you quickly greeted him and walked away, but he noticed something in your gaze: avoidance. Something had changed.

That night, Naruto couldn’t sleep. The feeling in his chest wouldn’t let him rest. The emptiness he felt, the growing distance between you, was impossible to ignore, so he decided to confront you.

The next day, Naruto came home early, determined to resolve the doubts that had been tormenting him. When he arrived, you were in the living room, reading some papers.

“We need to talk,” Naruto said, his voice serious and firm, something you hadn’t heard in a long time.

You looked up, and instantly you knew that the confrontation you had been avoiding was finally here. Slowly, you stood up, trying to remain calm. “What do you want to talk about?”

“About you and Shikamaru,” Naruto said, the words coming out colder than he intended. “Lately, I’ve noticed something strange between you two. I don’t know if it’s just me, but... what’s going on?”

You felt like the air had been knocked out of your lungs. The truth was there, clear as water, but you didn’t know how to say it. “Naruto, it’s not what you think…” you began, but the words didn’t come out the way you intended.

“No,” Naruto interrupted, his gaze fixed on you. “You don’t understand. I’ve been watching. I saw the way you look at each other, the way you talk. Do you think I’m stupid? You can’t hide that from me.”

“At least now you notice me!” you exclaimed, more frustrated than you meant to. “It’s just that… I don’t know what to do anymore! I don’t know what to expect, I don’t know what I want, and you… you’re never here. You’re always tied up with your responsibilities, always busy and distant. You leave for weeks, and when you come back, you barely notice me. I don’t know how to deal with all of this. And when I talk to Shikamaru, he listens. He’s here. He cares.”

Naruto looked at you, his eyes filled with pain but also understanding. “And what am I supposed to do, huh?” he asked, his tone tinged with frustration. “Give up everything I do for you? I can’t change who I am, Y/n. I can’t stop being Hokage.”

“It’s not just that, Naruto!” you cried, tears welling up in your eyes. “It’s that… I’ve always waited for you, always tried to be patient. But patience runs out. I feel alone, like I don’t matter. Like everything I am isn’t enough. And Shikamaru, he… he makes me feel seen. He makes me feel alive, like I actually matter.”

The declaration left them in silence. Naruto said nothing at first. He just looked at you, as if words weren’t enough to express the pain he felt. But after a few seconds of quiet reflection, Naruto took a step toward you.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low. “I’m sorry if I’ve failed you. If I made you feel alone, if I made you feel like you didn’t matter. That was never my intention. Maybe I was so focused on my responsibilities that I didn’t see how you were feeling. I’m sorry.”

You looked at him, surprised. You weren’t used to hearing an apology from him, much less one so sincere. “Naruto, I… I don’t want you to apologize,” you said, your voice breaking. “I don’t want you to change. I just want you to see what I needed. Just… to see me.”

Naruto looked into your eyes, and for a moment, all the noise in his heart faded. “I forgive you,” he finally said, his tone filled with a quiet pain. “I forgive you because I understand what you need. And if Shikamaru makes you feel something I couldn’t, then… I understand. I don’t want you to keep living with this emptiness. But I want you with me. I promise I’ll be better. I know we can make it. But it’s your decision, and whatever it is, I’ll understand.”

You just looked at him, feeling the depth of his words, but you couldn’t avoid the sadness filling your chest. “It’s not that easy, Naruto. It’s not that simple.”

Naruto sighed, and for a second, he seemed lost in his thoughts. “I know,” he murmured. “I know. But if one day you decide I’m the one who makes you feel alive, you know I’ll be here, waiting.”

You looked at him, feeling a mix of love, sadness, and relief. “I know,” you whispered.

He left a kiss on your forehead as he walked out of the house you had chosen together with so much hope, leaving you with a decision to make.

Now you had to figure out what you truly wanted—or rather, who.

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bakugoushotwife · 2 years ago

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The Honeymoon // sasuke uchiha

a/n: this was a great request! i hope i did it justice :)

pairing: sasuke uchiha x female!reader

summary: sasuke makes love to his wife for the first time on their wedding night.

cw: fingering (female receiving), biting/marking, a little blood, nipple play, unportected penetrative sex (m + f), breeding

wc: 3.2k

You can hear your heart pounding in your ears. Your face was growing warm, especially under his amorous yet still cool stare. You stand in front of him, bare except for the white silk slip made to serve as your wedding night lingerie. You bite the inside of your lip, waiting with bated breath for any verbal indication of his enjoyment. The two of you had been…somewhat intimate in the years leading up to your ceremony, but this was different. This meant something, it meant your marriage was real and undeniable. He had felt the outline of your body beneath his hand before, seen the valley between your soft mounds and caressed over them. He has placed sweet kisses on your lips and on the blank canvas that was your neck, but this time would be the first real time, where he gets to claim his wife as his.

His body was warm too, his complexion just kept it a secret. His shirt was already off, the act of undressing each other after the party was hasty and clumsy, but now he stood across from you without knowing where to begin. The dress clung to the sweet dips of your body, your nipples poking through the delicate fabric due to the slight chill in the air and your own excitement. Your hair was still hanging around your face so perfectly he didn’t know if there were words in existence to describe your beauty. The makeup you wore was minimal, in his opinion, lovely. You were naturally stunning, a fact that was never more obvious to him than right now.

The moon was high in the sky, dancing across your skin and making your eyes glow brighter than his own sharingan. The tension was growing thick, the slight tingle he felt spreading across his body the only reason he hadn’t spoken yet; he was nervous what may tumble from his lips. His wife, her body so beautiful and waiting for him. He didn’t know what to do with himself and he certainly knew he didn’t deserve this, but he’s able to hold off his self-loathing for now; for the vision of you, breasts spilling over the neckline of that skimpy dress, sharp teeth nibbling on a perfectly pouty lip, is enough to make the world stop turning.

You fold your arms behind your back, holding your hands. It only made your dress slide up and your tits more noticeable. You tilt your head to the side and blink at him, shifting your weight to your other hip. “Is..do you not like it?”

He’s almost startled by the sound of your voice, but his brows pinch together so you know he’s heard you. He shakes his head, the one side of his mouth drawing up in amusement. “That’s not it at all, my dear. I’m sure you’ve noticed that you’ve left me speechless.”

Your cheeks darken, and you coyly tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “Oh, I…I’m glad to have that effect on you.” You smooth your hands down the silky fabric that stops just below the large swells of your ass.

He steps forward, placing his hand on the dip of your waist. “And so many more effects, my love.” He muses, moving that same right hand to cup your jaw, the rough callus of his thumbpad swiping over your soft bottom lip.

Watching it sink in around his digit combined with your doe eyed stare sends a pulse to his cock, and he knows touches like this won’t last him any longer. His eyes gloss over with a new desire, and he comes closer until his hips press against yours. You bite at your lip again at the feeling of his semi pressing into your pelvis. Your arms snake around his neck, and his possessive hold on your face draws your eyes upwards to look at him. His lips hint at a smile.

“I think it’s time to properly make you an Uchiha.” He rasps, his deep voice even thicker as you back up, falling back onto the mattress. He watches you the entire time, obsidian gaze trained on your every move. You can see his chest begin to heave before he’s even really touched you. The way you scoot back on the bed, propping yourself up on the pillows and spreading your legs for him was enough to do him in, any modicum of self-control he’d managed to hold onto long gone.

It’s overkill when you smile. Your affection is so clear, the hazy lust clouding your eyes is just too much to bear. Your lips part so sweetly when you challenge him. “Then take me, Sasuke.”

This time he does smile, though most would consider this a smirk. He hated the stiff dress pants he was in anyways, and so did his now throbbing cock. It was easy to shove them off, hissing when his length slaps up against his dark happy trail. You bite down on your lip once more at the sight of him, feeling a pulse in your cunt immediately. It was almost embarrassing, how wet you could feel yourself getting, blushing as it slicks the insides of your thighs. You sit up to remove your slip, surprised by the lewd way he spits into his hand before stroking himself. His dick was as pretty as the rest of him; he was long and curved at the end, the tip closer to a blueish purple than pink. He sighs in relief at the pressure, putting his knees down on the bed and walking towards your now completely naked form. He lets go of his pretty shaft in favor of feeling your chest, seeing all of you for the first time. He turns his sharingan on, smirking at you as he does so.

“I want to remember this one, sweetheart.” He coos, calloused but nimble fingers rolling your perky buds in between his index and thumb. He grins as your hips move, your body so responsive to even his smallest of touches. “I…want to make sure I do this right.”

His voice is soft, but still husky with his need for you. Even his face is softer, less stoic and anxious. He leans over you, letting his frame dwarf yours, chest on chest and lips on lips. He closes his eyes to enjoy the feeling, your mouth was healing, it felt like the first sip of water after an exhausting fight. It felt like recovery, like a fresh start. Your fingers tugging on the ends of his soft hair felt even better, he loved knowing you wanted more of him, needed him closer. He’s happy to give that to you, his tongue sliding against yours. He relishes the little gasp you give out as he shows you how dominant he can really be, pinning your tongue easily before sucking on it. He only did what came natural to him, and he wanted to taste every part of you. He was unafraid to show this desperation, that’s why he married you, you could read him like a book and let everything flow from there. He feels your body melt into the sheets, your mind surrendering to his will with no questions asked. He groans at how obedient you are, even without a word being said. He bites at your bottom lip, grunting when he tastes a bit of blood.

He really is supposedly a changed man, and for the most part, his dark urges have left him be. But watching his pretty little wife writhe beneath him and succumb with just his kiss…it makes him wonder what else he can do to you, what you would enjoy and all the things you get to try now. Tasting your blood on his tongue followed by the sultry moan that slips out as he bites you only drives him further.

“Oh? Is that something you enjoy, lover?” He almost teases, though you catch his genuine interest. His face is inches from yours. His eyes flickering to the pulse jumping in your neck. You nod, and his smile becomes wicked. “What do you like?”

You know he’s stroking his ego now, wanting to make you ask even if he desires nothing more than marking the canvas that is your neck. It makes you smile, even if you’re a little breathless from his teasing. “I like…biting. I trust you..”

He nods, needing no more encouragement to sink his teeth into your dainty flesh, eyes fluttering shut again when you hiss and arch off the bed. The taste of your skin was nothing new, but it felt like uncharted territory now that you bear his last name. He would never hurt you, and he knew how to read your signals. But for now, he sucks deep bruises down the side of your neck, his languid tongue soothing over any sore spots. Your moans egg him on, his hand groping at your chest again.

You like the way it feels, the burning sensation mixed with the sweet satisfaction only soaked the sheets beneath you, your hips moving against nothing, poor puckering hole left with nothing to clench around. He chuckles at the sight of you, impossibly needy and moments away from begging for more. He was wise enough not to bite too deeply, but part of him was growing unruly. He knew he needed to restrain himself to keep from hurting you, and as if you could sense his unease, you whine for him.

“Sasuke…don’t have to be easy, we’ve done all this before..”

“I know, I just want to make you feel good–”

“Feels good when you bite hard, wan’ you to feel good too–even if I bleed.” You mumble, grabbing his wrist and dragging it towards your bucking hips. He gets the hint, though his gaze is still trained on you as he lays beside you. He’s warped by your words, knowing he can push a little further than he’d been before. He knows you trust him to stop when necessary, and he can’t help but think you want to feel him let loose too. He grins, giving your neck a few gentle pecks as he slides his body just a little lower. He knew your neck was good and marked already, and far too dangerous to draw blood from. So he distracts you a little, sliding his fingers along your middle and sighing at the soaking mess he finds there. He draws up some of your slick so his digits glide in circles around your cute clit, the shaky gasp you make only makes his grin spread. You whine with every move he makes, eyes closed with pleasure. His fingers work you perfectly, your stomach sinking in the best way possible. Your mouth hangs open, and you’re useless already. You can only move your hips in rhythm to his strokes, chasing your own high. His cock pounds at the sight of you, and he sees the stickiness of his own pre-arousal glistening on your hip from where he’s pressed against your side. He moves the curled tresses of your hair, clearing a path to his ideal target, your neglected chest. He leans in, suckling on the nipple while his fingers snuck into your tight hole. He groans against your skin and your moaning pitches up.

Even his sinewy fingers stretch you open, and the feeling burns for a second before it turns into pleasure. He loves the sensation of your silky walls clenching down on his digits, his palm still nudging your button with every pump. He’s grateful he sat up this way, his body angled to worship your chest and cunt simultaneously. He shudders at the thought of what he was trying to do, working you up to your peak. His tongue moves over to a random patch of skin above your saliva-coated bud, teeth scraping at it periodically. You can feel a light sheen of sweat cover your body, hips bucking into his hand wildly.

“S-Sa-Sasuke—I’m close…wanna cum for my husband..” You purr, your brain a white-hot wasteland of pleasure. At your words, he can’t help but sink his teeth into your skin, groaning at the sounds you make. His fingers fuck into you faster, his teeth burrowing deeper until that tang of iron seeps into his mouth. You don’t cry out in pain, in fact, your legs shake around his hand and clasp around him, hips stilling. You whine and whimper and squirm, the sudden flood he feels around his index and middle confirms that his bite sent you over the edge. He grins, his tongue lapping at the shallow wound he left, fingers slow to a stop as your mewling does. He leans up, his lips gently pressing into your cheek.

“Did you like that?” He asks, the subtle anxiety of losing your shared virginity creeps back into his mind, maybe he took it too far despite your insisting. You grin though, parting your legs again and letting your head flop over to meet eyes with him.

“It was perfect, honey…can’t imagine what this is gonna feel like.” You whisper, jutting your chin in a way that tells him to get on top of you. He hums, kissing your temple again as he gets to his knees in the opening you gave him, lifting your leg to dangle by his hips. It gives him the perfect view of you, your gorgeous cunt glistening with the orgasm he brought you. It makes a sense of pride and need throbs through his body, his cock aches. He grunts again at the sight of his cockhead sliding around in your slick and prodding at your clit, sending jolts through your body. You watch him, mouth still agape, just admiring how the tufts of his black hair point in all directions because of your fingers carding through and tugging at it, his eyes are hungry and half-lidded as they stare down at you, lips swollen and red from intense kisses and sucking at your skin. He looks like a god, pale skin and lean, strong frame, a big hand keeping your leg against him as teases your entrance.

You moan and jump, every squeal of yours prickling the back of his neck and making the tips of his ears turn red. He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to have you. You were just too perfect, the marks he’s left on your skin driving him insane. You love his crazy possessiveness, and he had the desire to possess you in every way. How much better could that be than by letting you walk around with the evidence of his carnal craving? Could he be so lucky to give you a honeymoon baby? You had big plans to rebuild his clan, he knows, you’re insatiable need for a baby almost worse than his to put one in you. He groans as you wiggle closer, trying desperately to get him to slip inside. He can’t help but chuckle at that.

“You’re adorable, Mrs. Uchiha. Be patient.” He hums, moving his hips so he could slide right in, the mess you’ve made is more than enough to lubricate you both. He stops at the hilt, watching your face scrunch at the adjustment. His sharingan takes in the scene, memorizing your face changing from pain at the tight fit to unimaginable pleasure once he starts to move. His head falls back with a groan, the impossibly tight and warm squeeze made his balls twitch immediately. “So good for me, god you feel incredible.”

Your mouth drops open to speak, but you know you can’t, only gripping at the ripples of his biceps and tugging him closer. It feels like you’re being split in half, the length of him allowing him access to your spongy spot just by sinking all the way in. He obliges you, leaning forward so you can hold him, grinning at the neediness drawing up your eyebrows and leaving you speechless. His slow rolls turn into sloppier ruts, the shakiness of your breath and the way you claw at his back the indicators he needs to know he’s fucking you good. You wrap your legs around his hips, eyes rolling back in your head. You begin to shake like you did earlier, and that tells him you’re close.

He hums, sitting up from your hold and spitting on your pussy, letting his thumb spread the saliva over your clit again. He smiles when you jerk, the sight of your pleasure more than enough to send him spiraling. You can feel his cock jump inside you, causing you to clench down on him.

“Nngh~” He groans, hand holding your hip still. “My good girl’s gonna make me cum.” He husks, the desire in his tone giving you goosebumps. “And she’s gonna keep it inside, right? So she can give me a kid?” He asks, to which you can only nod vigorously. He hums, shaking his head in gratitude of your obedience, feeling your cunt gripping and letting go in sporadic spasms, he can’t hold himself back anymore, groaning as his hot load floods your womb and stuffs you full. He keeps rocking into you slowly, noticing your hips still working yourself down. “My beautiful wife.” He sighs lovingly once you both still.

You beam, chest still heaving. He reaches out to push your perfectly styled hair—now a perfectly styled mess—out of your face. He leans down to kiss you softly, as full of love as everything else.

“You really do look so gorgeous like this…now that I’ve had you I don’t understand how I can be expected to do much else.” He smirks softly, admiring your fucked out expression and lovebites one more time. “I’m so happy we’re finally married. I never thought…I never thought I would be happy. Much less like this.”

He smiles warmly down at you, letting your legs fall. He doesn’t care if you two make a mess of the suite, this is what it was meant for. He kisses your forehead one last time, letting his weight fall to the side of you instead.

You giggle at his remark, having been on cloud nine all day long. The love you’ve nursed since childhood has blossomed into the love you will know for the rest of your life. He lifts his arm up, signaling for you to lay on his chest. He loves holding you like this, and you feel so safe tucked in his arm. You lay your head on his pec, hand over his heart. He smiles, and kisses the crown of your head. He truly never imagines a life where he was a married man, worshiping his wife on their wedding day. He was sure he was bound to a sour future, full of loneliness and darkness. Your voice brings him back, the weight of you against his body reminds him of what is real.

“You think you’re happy now? Just wait until you watch me swell with the baby you gave me tonight.” You hum, looking up at him so adorably that he wants nothing more than that. He squeezes you to him, and in a way, his touches tell you more than his words ever can. You know you’ve turned him on again by the statement—and the way his hand kneads the plush of your ass—but…it is your honeymoon after all.

#naruto x reader #kyleewritesnaruto #sasuke smut #sasuke x reader #sasuke uchiha #uchiha sasuke #sasuke uchiha x reader

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arabella0001 · 3 months ago

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❛say it when you're sober❜ (sasuke uchiha x reader)

✦ AU • slow burn • smut with plot ✦

✦ anime: naruto

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

synopsis: you don’t usually drink this much. don’t usually flirt. don’t usually end up pressed against a stranger at 3 a.m., skin hot and mind fuzzy. but naruto introduces you to two of his friends and somehow you go home with one of them. or maybe… he takes you. sasuke isn’t what you expected. he’s quiet. intense. and when the door shuts behind you—nothing about him feels accidental.

⚠️cn: alternate universe, smut with plot(bc i can't help myself), slow burn, strangers to lovers, original characters x naruto, alcohol intoxication, smoking, fluff, rough sex, oral, praising, light dom/sub.

When you get home, you walk ahead of him with your head down, eyes barely focused on your hands as they frantically fumble with the keys.

Once you reach the door, your hand trembles on the lock, emotions too intense to find the right position to open it. Sasuke softens his gaze behind you until he places his hand over yours, calming it—and opens the door with a soft click.

The gentleness doesn’t last long. He turns you around and gently pushes you back against the door, making you yelp. His breath tickles your ear as he glances at you from the corner of his eye, through dark strands of hair.

"Where’s your boldness from before? You left it at the club?"

You gulp, unable to form a coherent sentence.

You slip slightly out of his “prison” and try to change the subject, waving your hand around the room as you awkwardly excuse the mess. Sasuke just smirks, amused by your nervous rambling, sensing your panic and embarrassment.

You walk over to one of the kitchen cabinets with a countertop resting on it, stabilized by another unit, and turn toward Sasuke—only to find him already standing right in front of you.

"You always talk this much when you're nervous?"

He moves in with that quiet, intense energy of his, even though his steps are slow, until your back hits the counter.

"It's cute."

Damn it. You blushed too hard at this while your hands grip the edges of the coutertop.

"It’s me making you shy?"

"Aah, no—sorry. I’m not usually like this—"

You try to explain yourself with silly excuses—when in fact, you are like this. Sasuke places his hands on your thighs and lifts you smoothly onto the counter, shutting you up completely.

He asks, his hands gliding gently over your body, moving behind your knees, sending goosebumps across your skin.

"Can I touch you?"

You stammer.

"Y-yes."

Sasuke studies your face for a moment before letting his focus drift to your lips. He leans in slowly, watching you part your mouth, ready for him. He smirks.

He kisses you gently, his tongue lazily rolling over yours, making you even wetter—if that’s even possible.

He doesn’t know why he’s acting out of character, but he can't help it. He wants to tease you more. His hands graze every intimate area, and between each touch, he asks.

First, at your chest.

"Can I touch here?"

"Y-yes."

Then, lower.

"But here?"

Your voice sharpens, eyes half-lidded and a little annoyed.

"Yes!"

He dives back into your lips, kissing you harder now, demanding entry as the tension between you spikes. His big hands pull you closer, gripping your ass firmly.

When he hears that moan—the same one that flipped his world back at the club—he groans, then pulls away from your lips, his breath brushing over them.

His hand moves between your legs, spreading them slightly as he cups your pussy, feeling how wet you are even through your pants.

"You stayed like this?"

Your expression softens, innocence peeking through your shame—and that only makes it harder for Sasuke to resist the urge to fuck you right then and there. He feels like a horny teenager again.

His fingers start rubbing you over your pants, pressing harder—until he quickly pulls them down.

"W-wait."

He stops immediately. Your voice snaps him back to reality, his usual cool composure cracking for a second. Did I read that wrong?

Until he sees your face—just pure embarrassment.

"I don’t do… this… usually. Like, sleep—"

He gives a smile, close to a laugh, then crouches slightly to pull your pants all the way down. His hands stroke your trembling legs with firmer pressure, trying to calm you as you squeeze your thighs together again—like you want to close yourself off.

"Neither do I."

He looks up at you from below, and somehow, his gaze gives you a strange sense of control—until he stands and cups your chin gently.

"If you changed your mind, we stop. But if you want this, just tell me." He watches you closely, reading every micro-expression. "Or just nod."

And you nod. Yep, he got you right.

He kisses you again—this time softer, more comforting, like he's trying to settle your nerves before asking.

"Now, your room?"

He picks you up, your arms wrapping around his neck. You look at him with a scared but too fucking cute expression, pointing to the room on the right.

"Left."

Once you reach the bedroom, Sasuke sets you down gently, his hands resting on your thighs, then trailing slowly along your back as his mouth searches for yours.

You wonder—if he hadn’t made you drink that water earlier—maybe you’d be able to hold back your moans with every touch. But you didn’t know that your eagerness only made Sasuke harder.

He moves with you slowly until your legs touch the edge of the bed. He lowers you down—gentle at first—then pushes your chest down so your head hits the bed and pulls your legs to the edge, making you yelp.

You push up onto your elbows, eyes wide, as he kneels and spreads your legs further.

"S-Sasuke."

He looks up at you with lust-darkened eyes, gently dragging a finger over your underwear, pressing harder—making your hips buck.

And before you can process anything, you feel his soft, wet lips on your clothed pussy. It feels so good, you swear you must be dreaming. You let out a whimper.

Sasuke loved that.

"Should I leave you like that?"

Your head lifts instantly, hair falling into your face. The look you give him says more than words ever could.

"D-don’t be mean."

He smirks—teasing you with words, not actions—as he pulls your soaked underwear down. Your arousal is already dripping between your thighs.

He didn’t think need could feel like this.

"Look at you." He spreads your folds, making it easier for him before adding. "Beautiful."

Your cheeks barely get the chance to blush from the compliment—something you’re not used to—before he’s already licking you. His tongue traces and moves from your hole to your clit before slurping up every drop of your arousal.

You fall back instantly, legs trembling worse than before, hands gripping the sheets tightly.

"F-fuck!"

He holds your legs firmly so you stop squirming, his lips pressing harder onto your pussy, devouring every inch of you. Only his muffled groans ground you in reality.

You dare to look at him—what you see is obscene. Sasuke’s face buried in you, barely visible, suffocating himself while your thighs squeeze tight around his head. And he doesn’t care at all.

Too turned on to think, you reach down and sweep the hair from his face, as if tying it back in a loose ponytail with your hand. The second his eyes meet yours, intense and dominant—you feel like you might cum right there.

Seeing your expression, he pauses and pulls back slightly, his tongue running over his lips to taste you. Then his hands pull you forward, flipping you onto your stomach—making you gasp.

"W-what?"

Sasuke spreads your folds, and the way you clench around nothing makes you ache to have him inside you. But that’s not what he’s after yet. His lips begin kissing and licking again—between your asshole and your cunt —before returning to your clit.

You're overwhelmed. You've never had this much attention—everywhere. It makes you want to cry. And you do—the moment one of Sasuke’s fingers slides inside you, while his tongue moves in rapid circles on your clit.

"Oh my go—"

You’re panting, your hips pressing harder into his face.

"More, more, more—"

So he adds another finger, twisting them. He pulls away from your swollen pussy for a moment, his other hand slipping under your stomach to steady you, while his fingers begin thrusting—hard.

He hits your special spot again and again.

Tears fall down your face, your thoughts shattered by the pleasure.

"I love it so much, I love it so much—"

His fingers explore places you never knew could feel so good. It almost hurts—your walls squeezes his fingers so hard it’s like you never want him to leave.

"Let go. Now."

His lips return to your sensitive bud, one final lick—and you scream so loudly, you barely hear yourself. But your neighbors definitely did.

"Yes, yes, yes—"

You’ve never cum this fast or this hard before—wetting the bed, his face, your thighs, the sheets—everything.

"Yeah, that's it. Good girl."

You whimper, tears still running down your cheeks as he licks and cleans you up, slurping every drop.

When he’s done, your legs drop down limply, your breathing ragged as you lie on your stomach. Hair a mess—you barely see him take off his shirt.

His voice hoarse, cracking slightly as he says:

"Hope you know we’re not done here."

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iwamotos · 11 months ago

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(240803) sasuke world cup 2024 | japan blue: "super strength training camp" part 1 (1, 2)

#snow man #snowman #snm #iwamoto hikaru #hikaru iwamoto #show: snw #sasuke ninja warrior #sasuke 2024 #sasuke world cup #sasuke world cup 2024 #v: yt #v: other

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bridgetotheskyyy · 2 years ago

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Birthright - Itachi & Sasuke

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, smut, incest, shower sex, bickering lol

A/n: Day 30: Incest! The month's almost done omfg!

Word count: 1.5k

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You loved your family.

And, certainly, your brothers loved you — perhaps too much.

Itachi’s lips lingered for too long when he kissed your hand. Sasuke’s hand always ended on your thigh at dinner. Itachi’s compliments were flirtatious, heated. Sasuke claimed you were his by birthright. The other Uchiha men from the compound knew better than to pursue or proposition you, lest they incur the wrath of your siblings, the strongest the clan had to offer.

It was too much — they were too much. But, you would be lying if you claimed you didn’t enjoy some part of their toy, being the rope in their perennial game of tug-o-war.

You held your head under the showerhead, hoping the hot water would cleanse you of your sins, that the steam might peel the depravity clinging to your skin. You knew what you would do: you would go to Itachi and tell him you would marry him, bribe him, whatever. Just let this end. It was impossible to breathe under the weight of their constant attention …

Shhlack!

The shower curtain blew back. You gasped, spun, fixed your eyes on —

Itachi and Sasuke stood before you, fully nude, smirks curling their lips.

You crossed your arms over your breasts, too shocked to figure the motion as futile. “What — What are you doing here?”

“We were thinking …” Sasuke was shameless, eyes lowered to scan your nude body.

“What kind of sibling would I be if we didn’t help you wash off?” Itachi finished for him. His smile was innocent, sweet, handsome, as though this were the most normal thing in the world.

“If you’d let us,” Sasuke said. Shrugging, he added, “You can always say no.”

You ignored the drool pooling your mouth. They were pure shinobi, refined muscles, blessed with the handsome features of the Uchiha men. Seconds ticked on. Your heart drummed with them. Could you go along with this?

Itachi’s shoulders relaxed. Disappointment. “If you’d rather not —”

“Yes.”

Their eyes brightened.

“Gods, yes.” You sighed. “If it will satiate you two, make you less aggressive, t— then yes, yes!”

“Save the begging,” Sasuke said. “You might need it soon.”

Itachi chuckled at his brother’s quip, but gave you no time to protest or question your decision further as he stepped into the empty space across from you. He silenced your surprise with a kiss. Your hands grazed his arms as they looped around to embrace you. Sasuke was next, stepping in after his brother. You cracked an eye open; Sasuke eyed you hungrily, blacker-than-black eyes curtained by hair catching the shower rain and dousing his toned body —

“Mm!” Your foot popped as Itachi surprised you with the sly invasion of his tongue.

“Hm.” He smiled into the kiss. His hold on you tightened, a hand wandering to grope your ass, your thigh, compelling you to wrap a leg around his.

“You’re hogging her, Itachi,” Sasuke chastised.

“Correction: I’m getting her ready for you.”

You gasped; Itachi’s hand cupped your vulva lovingly before sending two fingers to tease along the length of your slit.

“Something tells me that’s not just shower water,” Itachi teased.

“Mmm …” You moaned, closed your eyes against the delightful sin of Itachi’s fingers curling inside you.

“She probably would’ve satisfied herself if we hadn’t come, Sasuke.” Itachi walked his fingers back and forth, chuckling when you arched into him, lips parting. “We’ve only been here for a few minutes and yet …”

You parsed the movement taking place as Itachi pleased you; Itachi moved aside to admit Sasuke, and he recaptured your lips. Both of them fondle your breasts, one for one of their hands. You let your head fall back into the shower wall, and you open your eyes to see Sasuke knocking Itachi’s hand away and claiming your pussy for himself.

“I thought I taught you to share,” Itachi said.

Sasuke broke away to glare at his brother, the tip of another quip on his lips — before you curled a hand around his hard cock and pumped him with intent.

“A — Ahh …” Sasuke leaned forward, brows drawn together. “(Y/n) …”

“Enough, you two,” You said. “Seriously, remember what I said.”

“She’s right,” Itachi said, gave Sasuke a look.

You rolled your eyes. There had to be some way to shut them up. An idea struck you. You gripped Sasuke’s hips, situated him against the shower wall, while situating yourself in the center, between either brother. Sasuke eyed you with skepticism but said nothing. Itachi pressed into you, his long cock piercing your thigh. You stopped him from coming any closer before settling on your knees.

“Ahh.” Itachi seemed to catch your drift. “At least I taught someone to share.”

“Will you let that go — oh …!”

Your lips sucking on the tip of his cock silenced Sasuke. You pumped Itachi slowly, each sensual stroke easing the tension hidden beneath his composed veneer. You opened your mouth wider to admit Sasuke’s cock, bobbing your head to take more of him as your tongue slipped to massage his underside. Itachi sighed as you massaged his balls, grazing the tip of your nails as you trailed your hand to his tip to restart the whole process.

“You’re very good,” Sasuke breathed out. You flicked your eyes up to him. He followed the ministrations of your hands with an intensity that went straight to your cunt. “This is why you’re ours.”

You popped Sasuke from your mouth, took him in your mouth — halfway, before releasing him again. Again. Again. Sasuke groaned, the sound arising from the pit of his stomach. You couldn’t bear the throb between your legs; you slipped a hand to relieve your clit, massaging the nub as you popped Sasuke from your mouth on last time before alternating to Itachi —

“No,” he murmured as your tongue swept over his cockhead. “No, I’m — too close …” Itachi’s heavy-lidded eyes transferred another cryptic message to Sasuke — before saying it outright: “Take care of her, Sasuke.”

Sasuke helped you to your feet. His harsh kiss sent stars behind your eyes. You startled; the shower wall was cold compared to your heated, drenched skin.

“Be careful with her,” Itachi said, smiling faintly. “She is our sister, after all.”

Sasuke’s movements were so fast, so purposeful. A blur; he pressed you to the wall, a hand propped your leg over his waist, his cock catching into your entrance, his cock sliding in —

“Oh — ah …!” You clung to Sasuke’s back. He took no mercy on you — supposedly because he could feel how sobbing wet you were from the inside — and thrust into you. One, two, three, each thrust harsh, but when you only bit into your lip and gifted him a moan for each he kept with preferred pace. “Sasuke, oh, oh …!”

“She’s so tight —” Sasuke’s breath caught as he fucked into you.

“I can imagine,” Itachi said. You turned your head as Sasuke attacked your neck with kisses and love bites to see him watching, flushed and stroking his cock. “I — have — imagined …”

A few more thrusts and it was apparent none of you would last much longer. You leaped into Sasuke’s arms, legs wrapped fully around him. You threaded a hand in his hair, another clutching his shoulder, and pulled at his scalp. Sasuke hissed at the delicious pain of it and fucked you harder, his hand lowering to flick at your clit. You sighed, resting your forehead against his.

A blink and Itachi was at your side. Sasuke’s head dipped into your neck so Itachi might capture your lips again. Both of their hands fought for possession of your clit now, fingers knocking and weaving. You stroked Itachi’s cock, feeling him twitch into your hand. He fucked into it, peppering your jaw and eventually the back of your ear with kisses.

“Yes, mm!” You bounced with the power of Sasuke’s thrusts. “Fu — Sasuke — please!”

“She’s asking nicely, Sasuke.” Itachi fondled your tit, pinched the nipple. “Cum for us, (Y/n). Do what big brother tells you.”

The prickle of the shower water, your two gorgeous brothers kissing, licking, touching and fucking you all became too much. You threw your head back as you came on Sasuke’s cock. An extraneous warmth hit your stomach and you knew Itachi had come to his end by watching yours. Sasuke pulled out of you at the last moment and jerked his spent onto your thigh. The evidence washed away in the shower as the three of you caught your breaths.

Itachi was there, coaxing you out of your reverie with gentle caresses. “You are incredible.”

You smiled, embraced Sasuke. His head rested against your cleavage before the vulnerability must have chafed against him. He pulled away.

You stopped the shower, rainfall coming to an abrupt end. You raised eyebrows at them.

“We good?”

“Perhaps,” Sasuke said. “You're still ours, anyway.”

“I agree,” Itachi said. “If anything, this has made us want you more now than ever.”

You sighed. You caressed either brother’s wrist, smiling to yourself. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#itachi smut #sasuke smut #naruto smut #itachi x reader #sasuke x reader #kinktober #naruto x reader #naruto x you

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itsvenera · 1 year ago

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ship: sasuke x fem! reader

genre: fluff

sasuke is travelling around the shinobi world during the blank period and he falls in love with a shinobi from one of the smaller villages like, the hidden waterfall after going on missions with them and eventually after a few months of knowing them he confesses ☺️😉

Sasuke x fem! reader

author's note: Once I read the request, I immediately had a scenario forming in my head and the whole story kind of "wrote itself"! I feel I did move a bit from the original request, but I really hope you still enjoy it! <3 Thank you so much for your ask!

Warnings: none really (Sasuke may be a little bit ooc? idk, it's always hard to decide with him, isn't it?)

“Again.”

Taking a deep breath, your hands instinctively moved in front of your chest, forming the now way too familiar hand signs. Feeling a burning sensation forming in your stomach, you brought your hand up to your mouth, creating a cupping motion and exhaling a large wave of water from between your lips. One by one the targets across the wall opposite of you fell on the floor, unable to withhold the strong pressure of the water.

A thin wooden stick suddenly slapped you across the wrist, making you drop your hand with a wince.

“Again.”

Gritting your teeth, you repeated the action, spewing a large amount of water from between your lips, while twisting your body towards the right side of the room. Moving your aim across the wooden targets that stood in a row, you made sure to hit all five of them, before dropping your hand away. Turning towards your teacher, you slightly bowed your head, before clasping your hands in front of you.

Yakizo, the middle-aged woman who your family hired to be your teacher, looked at you with squinted eyes, before clicking her tongue and letting out a scoff.

“Hmph”, she walked around you, the end of the stick hitting the lower end of your waist, immediately straightening your posture,

“You are not fit for a fighter. Perhaps you should focus more on your healing studies.”

You bit the inside of your cheeks, a strong metallic taste filling the inside of your mouth. The strong urge to snap back at the woman was making your fingers tremble and for a second you entertained the idea of unleashing your water wave jutsu directly at her always scowling face.

Your life has not always been like this.

Years ago, when your father was still among the living, you were trained alongside your brother Shibuki in various fighting techniques. But once he passed away and your sibling became the village head, everything changed. After drinking some of the Hero Water, Shibuki feared that his life span would shorten the same way it happened to your father, which would leave you as the only remaining member of the head family.

And that thought alone was enough for Shibuki to become paranoid and overly protective of you.

You were rarely allowed to go on missions and when you did - they were always lower-rank missions, way below your level of training and skills. Your lessons started to focus primarily on healing and medical ninjutsu, a decision made by Shibuki since "the village would benefit way more from having a highly-skilled healer, than another fighter".

When you refused to give up your fighting lessons, your brother decided to hire Yakizo to be the one teaching you. She was a bitter lady in her late 40s, who was a decent fighter, but a questionable tutor. She refused to let you practice anything more advanced than basic water release attacks and even then, she has always found something to critique.

"Lady Y/N", a voice called out. Both you and Yakizo turned towards the door, where a young male servant stood with his hands clasped behind his back, "Lord Shibuki request your presence."

Nodding your head, you turned towards your tutor, before laying your palms against each other in front of your chest and bowing respectfully. She never returned the gesture, instead clicking her tongue and twirling around, making her way towards the exit. You waited for a minute after her exit, before finally exhaling a breath of relief.

"Tough session, huh?", the servant asked, leaning against the door frame and smiling at you. You playfully rolled your eyes, before making your way towards him.

"Isn't it always, Suni?", you joked, exiting the room, "I don't understand why Shibuki insisted for her to be my teacher. I am pretty convinced she hates me."

Suni hummed in agreement, quickening his step so he could be beside you. Despite being from different social classes, both of you shared a strong friendship, which was formed early in your childhood days. Being the only person who knew the real dynamic of your strained relationship with your brother, he was also the only person you could fully relax and be open to.

"Perhaps this is exactly why he chose her", he said, tapping his index finger against his chin, "Maybe he hopes that since she is so awful, you are going to give up fighting altogether."

You snorted at his words, but you saw the logic behind them. And knowing Shibuki, it would not be surprising if that was his interior motivation for the choice.

"If it is going to make you feel better, I heard he is sending you on a mission", Suni said, bumping your shoulder playfully with his, "And this time it does not involve picking any fruits or vegetables."

A small spark of curiosity appeared in your eyes and you looked towards Suni, silently inviting him to say more. He, however, remained silent, choosing to move his gaze ahead instead.

"Are you not going to tell me more?", you pressed, leaning your head towards him, while trying to catch his eyes again. The way his face suddenly reddened and his eyes twitched in every direction but yours led you to believe that he knew more than he was letting on.

Fortunately for him, before you could enquire more, you both found yourself in front of the wooden sliding doors of the grand hall. Suni gave you a small apologetic smile, before sliding the door open.

"Lady Y/N", he announced your presence, before stepping aside and clearing a way for you to enter. Stepping inside, your eyes immediately fell on two male figures sitting opposite each other in the middle of the hall, one of which was your brother.

"Sister, welcome", Shibuki smiled and stood up, making his way towards you. You bowed your head towards him, before turning your attention to the other man. He remained seated with his head tilted down, calmly sipping from a small cup full of jasmine tea. His long raven locks fell in front of his face, blocking most of it from your view, but revealing enough for you to get an idea who he was.

"Please come meet our guest", Shibuki enthusiastically said, offering you his arm to grab, before he started making his way back to the centre of the hall. The man, who so far has not acknowledged your presence in any way, finally stood up, turning his head towards you. His onyx eyes met yours and for a second, you felt your breath hitch in your throat.

Finally finding yourself in front of him, you politely bowed your head, patiently waiting for Shibuki to introduce you.

"I don't believe you met last time you were here", your brother said to the man, gesturing with his hand for all of you to sit down, "This is my sister, Y/N. One of the best medical ninjas in the village, despite being still in training."

You bit your bottom lip, biting down the urge to snap at your sibling. Instead, you choose to let a tight-lipped smile spread across your face, but you couldn't help the slight gritting of your teeth.

"This is Sasuke Uchiha", Shibuki continued, this time turning toward you, "He is a ninja from the Leaf Village, who kindly agreed to come here to help us with our current problem with the threats we received last week."

Sasuke's face remained stoic, his eyes focused on you. Unlike you, he did not offer any type of response or a greeting, instead choosing to take another sip of his tea, while his gaze remained boring into you.

"Very kind of him, indeed", you commented, refusing to give up in this little staring contest you found yourself in. You couldn't help but feel your body becoming more tense as time went on, a feeling of uneasiness setting deep inside your stomach. Not because of the foreign presence, but rather from the fact that you still did not have even the slightest idea of what Suni was talking about earlier.

"Right?", Shibuki brought his own cup to his lips, closing his eyes once the warm liquid made its way down his throat, "With allies like this, the people of Takigakure would have nothing to fear about."

"Forgive me my bluntness, brother", you said impatiently, your foot twitching nervously under the small table between you, "But what is the reason you have requested my attendance today? I assume it is not only so you introduce me to... your ally."

Before your brother can even open his mouth to reply, Sasuke's deep monotone voice sounded beside you:

"I need a guide."

"A guide?", your head snapped toward him, one of your eyebrows raising in a questioning manner.

"I need someone to be my guide during my time in the village", Sasuke calmly explained, his face remaining expressionless, "The threats you have received are made by a shinobi who, I suspect, are from the village. Their familiarity with the area is already to their advantage."

"I am afraid my duties do not involve providing tours to foreigners", you countered, your eyes squinting at him, before moving your gaze to Shibuki, "Brother, I told you that if you send me after them, I am fully capable to-"

"Enough!", your sibling's voice boomed, immediately silencing you, "Y/N, we already talked about this. You are not fit for fighting."

"But I am a shinobi! I just need a chance to prove myself and-"

"I SAID ENOUGH!", Shibuki's hands slammed on the table. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, calming his trembling body. It was a rare occasion for him to shout at you.

"You are to escort Sasuke during his time in the village. I believe you are going to be a good example of our village's hospitality and make sure he is feeling comfortable. You are going to accompany him to the neighbouring lands during the course of his investigation."

Your brother stood up from his chair, casting a quick glance at the clock on the wall opposite him. Nodding his head at the servants sitting in the corner of his room, he turned his attention back to the Leaf ninja.

"Please accept my apologies, Sasuke Uchiha", Shibuki's eyes quickly turned to glare at you, before they focused on the young male again, "I am afraid my sister sometimes forgets her lady manners and her place in this village. However, I believe she would be of great help in your pursuit of these criminals."

With those words, he bowed his head toward the man, before stepping aside and giving you one last warning look.

"Take Sasuke to his room and maybe for a walk around the village this afternoon", he commanded, before pointing his index finger at you, "And no fighting."

You reluctantly nodded your head, embarrassed that a foreign ninja became a witness to your little family row. Disagreements like this were not uncommon between you two, but so far they were rarely witnesses, and when they were, it was usually by people working at the Residence.

Once you were alone with the Uchiha, you took a deep breath, a polite fake smile forming on your lips.

"Well, then", you said, while getting up from your place, "I better take you to your room. Please follow me."

You turned on your heel and started walking, without waiting for him to get up. Your eyes met those of Suni, who gave you an apologetic look, before sliding the door open for you.

Walking through the corridors of the Residence, you had to look back a couple of times in order to make sure Sasuke was following you. He has remained silent the whole time, yet you could feel his gaze burning a hole in your back every time you faced away from him.

Finally arriving in front of a heavy wooden door, you grasped the handle and pushed it open, letting both of you inside. Quickly moving towards the window, you pushed the curtains aside, letting the daylight in.

"We are delighted to have you as our guest", the rehearsed words used for every guest made their way out of your mouth before you could even think about them, "I will be back later this afternoon, once you have a chance to rest. Meanwhile, if you need anything, a servant will be made available for you soon. You can let them know if you desire any food or refreshments."

Not waiting for a response, you started to make your way out, before his deep voice made you freeze in place.

"Your brother is right."

"I beg your pardon?", you turned towards him, waiting for him to elaborate. Sasuke was not even looking at you, instead focusing his attention on removing his cape and swords from his body. Your eyes fell briefly down his body, acknowledging how swiftly he worked his robe and weapon belt, despite having only one arm, but quickly made their way back to his face once he spoke again.

"These criminals are dangerous", he stated, grabbing his bag and starting to unpack it, "They have to be dealt with quickly and efficiently by a skillful shinobi, before they cause even more problems."

"I am a skillful shinobi", you protested, narrowing your eyes at him. Your fingernails pressed against your palms, a painful reminder that you were speaking to a guest and you had to hold your tongue behind your teeth.

"You said you were a healer", he looked at you, arching a brow. It happened just for a second, but you could've sworn that you saw the corner of his lip twitch upwards in what looked like a smirk. It disappeared as fast as it came, leaving his expression blank.

"Shibuki said I was a healer", you corrected, emphasizing your sibling's name. Sasuke hummed, looking you up and down, before focusing on unpacking his back again.

"And is he mistaken? Given your attire, I can already assume you are definitely not a fighter."

"Well, your assumption is wrong", the words came out more snarky than you intended, yet you did nothing to correct the way they sounded. Something about the way he was speaking irritated you - his tone, so calm and collected, sounded almost mocking in your ears. You couldn't help but feel judged by this stranger - whether it was because your brother has said something to him earlier or because he simply lacked a basic respect towards women - you did not know, but you did not like it.

Sasuke did not say anything else, instead letting out a low "hn" sound. He continued putting his clothes away, neatly arranging them by colour and size in the wardrobe. You stood in your place, following his movements with your eyes, before looking down at your dress. Technically, he was right that you were not dressed as a ninja - your long flowy light green kimono would be highly impracticable in a real fight, despite the fact you wore it during your basic training earlier. However, you felt unfairly judged, considering that you were at your own home, so of course you are not going to wear fighting attire.

Irritated by his earlier comment, you decided to bite back:

"You may have fooled my brother, Sasuke Uchiha", your voice came out low and sharp, "But the villagers, including myself, have not forgotten the terror you and your team of rogue ninjas have caused to our neighbours and allies. Do not mistake our hospitality for an opportunity to try and harm our village."

The words made Sasuke's movements halt for a while, his eyes glancing towards your through the thick curtain of raven hair covering half of his face.

"You have heard of me."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

"We live in the Village Hidden by a Waterfall, not in a hole in the ground", you replied, turning towards the door again, "And even then, I believe your reputation would've found its way there too."

Before exiting you made sure to stop, giving him a chance to give you any sort of reply, which he did not. Instead, he remained silent, and after a minute of waiting, you heard him walking towards the wardrobe again, carefully arranging his stuff. Realising you won't get a response, you left the room and made your way back to the training grounds.

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A few days have passed since Sasuke's arrival. Little words were exchanged between you, and when they were, they were primarily you explaining the layout of the village and him asking questions about the security around the area.

Being his guide was way more draining than expected. The large amount of time you spend in silence and his always blank expression soon started to bother you more than you'd expected. It was obvious that neither of you was thrilled with the other's presence, but you felt like you at least tried to pretend to be polite and appear unbothered. Something you couldn't say about him.

"He makes a lot of sounds", you complained one afternoon while sparring with Suni, "It is weird. It is like he has never interacted with another human being till this point! He just "hn"s and "mm"s all the time!"

The boy laughed, successfully blocking your swing towards his neck.

"You seem way too bothered about it", he commented, his smile dropping once you cast a harsh glare at him, "Just try to ignore him. I doubt this mission would last that long anyway."

You rolled your eyes, stepping away from Suni and wiping the sweat forming on top of your brow with the sleeve of your top. Taking this as a sign that the fight is over, he took a seat on one of the nearby rocks and passed you his pouch of water. Thanking him, you took it from his hands and took a large gulp of water.

"One mission this is", you mumbled under your breath, before taking a seat next to him, "I'm just walking the Uchiha around the village like he is on some type of holiday. Meanwhile, the threat to our village remains unresolved and my brother keeps holding me back."

Suni's eyes filled with sympathy and he laid one of his hands on your upper back, rubbing soothing circles.

"Shibuki just cares about you", he tried to reason, his words gentle and calm, "You are the only family he has left."

"As he is mine", you argued, turning your eyes towards your friend, " But I would never deprive him of the liberty of making his own choices. It's not fair! It is not right! There is a whole world out there I haven't even seen!"

You let out a sign, a feeling of guilt immediately washing over you. It was not Suni's fault for how you felt. And deep inside, you knew he was right - your sibling treated you the way he did, only because he was trying to protect you.

Sensing the way your body tensed, Suni wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you towards him and landing a comforting kiss on top your head.

"Lady Y/N", a cold voice sounded behind you, making you jump away from the boy and turn around. Dressed in his cape and holding his bag over his shoulder, Sasuke Uchiha's dark eyes stared intensely at you, not acknowledging Suni in any way.

"Sasuke", you cleared your throat, suddenly feeling embarrassed by the idea that he may have heard your conversation. For how long was he sitting there?

"How can I help you?"

"I am leaving the village", he bluntly said, his eyes briefly moving to Suni and narrowing, before focusing back on you, "I believe I have all the information I need now."

You stood there silent for a while, both shock and confusion forming inside your mind. What was he talking about? What information? When did he even gather it, given for the past few days he was just silently walking around?

"I, um...", you opened your mouth, but quickly closed it again. You assume that you should have felt relief hearing his words, but for some reason, it never came.

Shaking your head, you offered him a tight-lipped smile, before moving towards him.

"That is great news", you said, your tone not matching the expected enthusiasm, "Please follow me. I will take you to my brother, before we provide you with enough food and coins for your journey."

Nodding your head to Suni as your "goodbye", you started walking towards the stairs of the Residence. You couldn't hear the Uchiha following you, but at this point, you have learned that he moved so silently, that it was impossible to hear his steps with the average human hearing. His long shadow, however, was an indicator that he was closely walking behind.

Your fingers were just reaching for the doors and about to open them when he spoke again:

"Come with me."

Your movements halted and you felt your breath hitched. Turning your head, you looked at him, sure that you have misheard him.

"Excuse me?"

"Come with me", he said again, this time taking a step closer, so he was towering over you, "We are leaving in an hour."

Opening your mouth, no sound came out, and you closed it again, before repeating. There was dozens of thoughts flooding your mind, yet none of them could make their way to your lips.

"I.. I can't! I have duties, I-", the words died on your lips and you suddenly felt unsure how to justify it.

"Duties of a 'healer', I know", the corner of his mouth twitched just a bit upwards, his expression suddenly looking almost humorous, "Your people seem to be of good health. I am sure they will manage a few weeks without you."

The mention of the word "healer" seemed to act like a switch for you and you managed to gather your composure. Your face hardening, you turned away again, grabbing the door handle one more time.

"It is not about that."

He hummed behind you, staying still.

"That's what you wanted, wasn't it? To finally have a chance?"

Closing your eyes, you nodded your head, before you let out a dry chuckle.

"I wish it was that simple", you mumbled, finally entering the building. Before you could make more than a few steps, however, a calloused hand wrapped around your wrist and tugged you lightly backward. You turned around, ready to question him, but stopped once you noticed how close he was to you.

"It is that simple", he stated, his fingers finally releasing you. His eyes traced your face from your forehead to your lips, before they stopped at your own, "I can find my way to the grand hall. You go and pack your bag. I will see you at the gates in an hour."

Before you could protest, he started walking away with a hurried step, leaving you alone in the corridor with a choice.

Either to finally give yourself what you have been craving for all your life or willingly give it up once and for all.

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There was either something genius about Sasuke Uchiha or something severely wrong about him.

There was no other explanation of how he convinced Shibuki to let you go with him outside the village and for an unspecified amount of time, on top of that. Either way, whatever tactic he used, he refused to share with you, instead saying that your sibling agreed straight away.

Surprisingly, Sasuke insisted on walking, saying that while it was a slower method of moving, it was a better way of caving your energy and chakra. The logic behind his decision was questionable, but you did not argue further, instead deciding to follow him. So far, he has failed to share any details about your pursuit of the criminals, other than both of you are heading towards the Hidden Stone Village.

Hour by hour, the sun was moving lower and lower towards the horizon, letting the forest around fall in darkness.

"We better find somewhere to rest. It is going to rain soon", he observed, looking up at the dark grey clouds that were slowly traveling your way. You followed his gaze, nodding your head, before looking around you. You were surrounded by trees and there was no sign of any caves or shelters, you could use as a cover for the night. Your trained ears, however, caught another sound.

"There is a river nearby", you stated, turning towards the sound of moving water, "We better set a camp there, so we can refresh in the morning."

Just like you suspected, just a few minutes walk away from where you stood, was a stream running in the middle of a small meadow. Wasting no time, you took your jacket off and started going around, collecting fallen branches, bark, leaves, and everything you considered necessary, in order to start building a short-term shelter for the night.

Sasuke watched you with interest, deciding to help you with some of the bigger branches, despite having one hand. While you knew that even like that, he was at least twice more capable of handling himself, you couldn't help but feel bad at his effort to felp.

"It's okay. I've got this."

He scoffed, ignoring your words and lifting some of the materials off your hands. You quickly dropped what you were carrying and grabbed the branches and bark back, while giving him a stern look.

"I said I've got this."

Sasuke looked at you in surprise and after a minute, he raised his hand in a defensive motion. Putting the branches on top of the pile on the ground, you again lifted all of the stuff, making your way towards the middle of the meadow.

"You have an attitude problem", he calmly stated, while watching you build the frame for your shelter. You couldn't help but let out an obnoxious snort, looking up at him with a small smirk on your lips.

"That is very rich coming from you", you mused, wrapping some of the branches together. Sasuke's eyes narrowed, but he remained quiet, knowing that you did have a point. He watched you for a while, before deciding to start unpacking some of the food and drinks you brought with you.

"You don't talk a lot", you decided to break the silence, still expertly working your hands at making a secure frame on top of which to lay the bark and leaves.

"I have nothing to say", he replied, his voice waving just the slightest at the end of his sentence. If you hadn't listened carefully, you would have missed it.

"That's usually said by people who have awful lot to say."

Sasuke didn't answer and you assumed that was the end of your short conversation. Lifting the wooden frame you managed to build, so it stands, you started to carefully put pieces of bark and leaves on top of it. Putting the last few ones, you felt the first water droplets landing on your skin.

Both you and Sasuke hurried under the shelter, escaping just by seconds the moment the rain intensified. The space was quite small and you had to sit extra close together, your shoulder and knee pressed against each other. While in any other scenario, you would feel quite uncomfortable by the close proximity, now your attention was solely focused on the raging weather outside.

The last time you left the village was before your father passed away. To you seeing the outside world again was almost like a surreal dream and you tried to engrave every single thing inside your mind, knowing that another chance like this may not present itself for a long time.

"I hate the rain", Sasuke suddenly said, bringing you back to reality. You snapped your head in his direction and before you could stop it, a loud "pfft" sound left your lips.

"How could anyone hate the rain?", a quiet chuckle left your lips and your eyes lifted towards the sky again. Rain was a rare occurrence in your village and definitely something that was admired by your people. It was believed that it carried good luck and prosperity.

"It brings bad memories", was all he said, his eyes staring at the distance. You raised your brow, expecting him to continue, but when you looked at him, he seemed lost in what you assumed was a painful memory lane.

Crawling on your knees, you exited the shelter, goosebumps covering your skin the moment the cold water drops hit your skin. Your hair immediately became drenched, sticking to the side of your face, but the small smile that started dancing on your lips hinted you are anything but bothered by it.

Your hand extended towards him, inviting him to take it.

"Come."

He looked at your hand with an unimpressed gaze, before lifting his gaze to your face and clicking his tongue in annoyance.

"Do you want to catch a cold? Come under."

With a playful roll of your eyes, you grabbed his hand and tugged him toward you, not hard enough to pull him completely outside, but enough for his sleeve to get wet.

"Are you insane? Now I am all-", his irritated rant got interrupted the moment you laid your fingers on top of his mouth, laughing at his sour expression.

"Is the great Sasuke Uchiha intimidated by some water drops?", you taunted, tugging his hand again, "Come on, stop being a coward."

"I'm not-", he started saying, before letting out a sigh. Gritting his teeth, he crawled after you, his eyes narrowing in annoyance once the water quickly made its way through his clothes and hair. Exhaling an angry breath of air through his nose, he glared at you.

"Happy? Now we are both drenched."

You shushed him with your finger, pulling him away from the shelter and towards the middle of the grass meadow. Once you were satisfied with the place, your dropped on your knees, pulling grumbling Sasuke down with you.

"What are you doing?", he sighed, reluctantly following your silent commands. Sasuke was not one to let someone drag him left and right but he knew there was no point in arguing with you, as it seemed you were just doing whatever you wanted, without real consideration of how he felt about it. He couldn't help, but question if taking you with him was really a good idea.

And then he felt it... a gentle touch brushing the sticky hair out of his face, exposing both of his eyes to you. His immediate reaction was to grab your hand and pull it away, but you slapped his fingers with you other hand before he could do so.

"Let them go."

His eyes widened, unable to move away from your own. The way you stared at him, full of hope and expectation, made his throat suddenly feel dry. Raindrops continue to fall on both of you and he could swear that the way they reflected the moonlight made you appear... almost ethereal. Almost like all of this was one strange dream, one he was not really sure he wanted to wake up from.

"You said the rain brings bad memories", you continued, blinking through the heavy drops falling on your face, "It is time to let it wash them away. Let them go."

He opened his mouth to reply but no words came out. Instead, he closed his eyes, letting the vivid images of his bloody past flood his mind. They felt so real, he almost thought he was experiencing it all over again, the only thing reminding him of the reality being the warm feeling of your hands holding his hair away from his face.

He would never be able to explain what happened that night. Perhaps he was tired, or having a weird sensation due to the cold... But something has changed. When he woke up the next day, you were already up, cooking some fish for breakfast. Looking up at him, you smiled.

"Beautiful day, isn't?", you pointed up towards the shining sun, while inhaling the smell of fresh grass, "It's like the forest had a fresh life brought into it. Wouldn't be possible if the skies hadn't cried their tears last night, I'll tell you that."

And for the first time he had known you, he openly agreed with what you said.

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You and Sasuke travelled for three months together. During this time you visited many different places, including his home village Konoha. He has not shared any details in your pursuit of the criminals threatening Takigakure, but you assumed that your long journey meant that they kept moving from place to place. It annoyed you that they always seemed to be one step ahead of you, but you used the opportunity to enjoy the scenery and experience the culture of nations, you have only read about in books.

During these months, both of you also grew closer, and you were surprised to get to know the man who was hiding behind this emotionless mask he presented to the outside world. What you thought to be a selfish and arrogant ninja, turned out to be a deeply wounded and hurt individual, who continued to seek its place in this world. He shared with you what happened to his clan, his raging teenage years, spent seeking revenge, as well the truth he learned from his brother during their final battle. He talked you through his journey of change and his ultimate decision to travel the world in an attempt to atone for his sins.

You, on the other hand, had far less to share with him about yourself but still did open up about your dream to be a fighter, your strained relationship with your brother, and the heavy burden you felt growing up in a society where women were expected to act and behave in a certain way.

"Sometimes I'm sick of being Lady Y/N", you shared one day, while you were walking through the woods, "Sometimes I want to be just Y/N."

Sasuke hummed at your words. One thing that hasn't changed is his preference to make noises, rather than use words.

"There is nothing wrong with being both", he finally said after a minute, and you clicked your tongue, before crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"But I don't want to be both", you huffed, annoyed that he couldn't just agree with you and instead wanted to counter your point, "I don't want to sit in pretty dresses and practice medical jutsus all day long. I want to fight for my people and protect them! I want to be a warrior."

Your words made the man stop in his place, turning toward you with unreadable expression. Staring into your eyes for what feel like couple long minutes, he finally lifted his hand towards your head, before flicking you on the forehead with his middle finger.

"Ow!"

He let out a low chuckle, something you have heard only once since you've met him, his expression looking amused, while yours seemed annoyed.

"There are far too many warriors there, damaging the world", he said, before pausing for a minute, looking up at the sky, "and far too few, who can heal it."

Your lips twitched sideways, brows lifting in surprise at his sudden wisdom. Adjusting the bag on your shoulder, you continued walking down the forest path,

"The most I've fixed is a broken wrist of a child", you admitted, grumpily, "The truth is that our ninjas do not get assigned a lot of missions, therefore they do not get hurt. So my healing record is just as bad as my fighting one."

"You healed me."

Those words made you stop in place. So far you've indulged only in two fights and Sasuke managed to handle both of them pretty much by himself without even a scratch on his body. So what was he talking about?

"What?"

He took a few steps towards you, stopping right in front of your face. You were not sure if the sunset was casting it's light into his pale skin or if it was a result of some other optical illusion, but there was the slightest hint of rose colour covering his cheeks.

"You are the most stubborn, impulsive, impatient, and assertive woman I know. You also have a massive attitude problem", he said and you felt your jaw drop. Was he serious right now? Clutching your fists next to your body, your eyes narrowed and were ready to fight back, before he continued:

"And believe me, I know a lot of women with attitude. Yours is unmatched so far."

Pushing him on the chest, you managed to make him stumble a step back, while you got directly in his face. With cheeks and ears reddened from the blood boiling beneath your skin, you were unsure where his sudden passive aggression was coming from, but if he was seeking a fight, he was going to get one.

"Yeah? Well, that's funny, considering you are the most arrogant man- Hmpf!"

Sasuke's hand covered your mouth and he smirked seeing the rage behind your eyes, while shaking his head.

"See? Too impatient", he said, before moving his hand and flicking you on the forehead once again, "It is this tough personality and behaviour, that is often too much to handle, that makes you the woman I admire and respect so much. You showed me what is really important and taught me how to let go of the past... past which has been haunting me for years and which heaviness I believed I was destined to carry for years."

The beating of your heart suddenly increased, loudly drumming against your ribcage. A warm feeling spread inside your stomach, making your muscles tense. You loudly gulped, bringing your hands up to move his palm away from your mouth. He let you do it, relaxing at the feeling of your warm touch.

"Are you saying..."

He nodded.

"I am saying that during these past three months, you made me feel and experience things I have never before. Seeing the world through your eyes felt like... it felt like I was seeing it for the first time too", he moved his glance sideways, focusing on the little white flowers poking out of the grass next to you, "You have brought a fresh life into my existence."

You stayed silent, your brain taking some time to process his words. Sasuke's hand became tense in your hold, a sign of his anxiousness as a result of your lack of response. He was about to pull it away when your fingers dipped into his skin, a small playful smile playing on your lips.

"Say it."

"Say what?", he looked at you confused.

"Say "I like you.""

"I've literally just did that", he deadpanned and you rolled your eyes, tugging him close to you by his arm. Pushing your face into his again, you tried to ignore his musky smell, instead focusing on remaining a serious expression.

"You didn't say it directly, you just hinted at it", you pointed out as a matter of fact, tilting your head to the side, "I want to say it directly."

"No."

"Coward."

You stepped away with a smile, but before you could pull your hand, he laced his fingers with you, before starting to walk again. His expression and attitude seemed completely nonchalant, but the slightest blush covered the side of his cheeks, neck, and ears. You smirked a little, deciding it is enough teasing for now and giving him a light squeeze with your fingers, while continuing your journey through the woods.

"I like you too."

"I know", he said, his voice giving away the small smile on his lips. Clicking your tongue, you slapped him playfully on the shoulder, before your eyes widened.

"Wait a minute...", you stopped in your tracks, noticing the waterfall in the distance, "We are back home."

"We are", he confirmed, seemingly unphased by the fact you were back to the Village Hidden by a Waterfall, completely empty-handed. Not only you did not capture any of the rogue ninjas that threatened your home, but you didn't seem to have made a lot of progress in finding who they were during the few months you were away.

Running in front of him, you laid your hand on his chest, stopping him from continuing forward.

"Wait", you panted, your brain erratically thinking of what you should do, "We can't go back. We have not found those ninjas yet, we-"

"They have been in prison for months now", he interrupted you, "We captured them on the morning of the day we left."

Your mouth fell open and you tried to pull your hand away from his grasp, but he held it firmly. Unable to control yourself, you slapped him on the chest with your free one, emphasizing each word with each hit:

"You. Tricked. Me!"

Sasuke pulled you forward, using the opportunity to wrap his arm around your shoulder and press you against his chest, stopping your movements.

"I didn't trick you", he defended himself, "I said I was leaving because I had all the information I needed, which I did. I knew who the rogue ninjas were and I left Shibuki to deal with their punishment."

You relaxed in his embrace, processing what he said. So the whole time while you thought you were chasing some genius criminals... you were just travelling from place to place?

"The day we left... You said there is a whole world out there you haven't even seen", his words brought you back to the day you sat in the gardens, complaining to Suni, "I wanted you to have that."

His words soon started to fade away and your focus shifted to the sound of his heartbeat. Your arms, which were limply hanging down, slowly moved around his waist, pressing him against you as a silent "thank you". Your eyes set at the horizon, following the shapes of the dark clouds forming in the distance.

"It's going to rain."

His chin gently relaxed on top of your head.

"I like the rain."

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— he's such a sweetheart, he would try his best to make sure that his s/o is comfortable and enjoy the date as well

— but he's so spontaneous. if he feels like this is the perfect moment to have a date, then he will have with his s/o.

— unfortunately he doesn't have much experience nor knowledge, so sometimes he can get quite clueless about "traditional" ideas of romance

— he would probably take his s/o out somewhere nice and homely.. like ichiraku! but that choice would be too obvious for anyone, so let's head into another direction

— i actually think he would enjoy picnics a lot! he likes the fact that you can bring your own food, enjoy the scenery and spend this amazing time with his s/o

— he would also bring some board games so that you guys wouldn't get bored. some cards at least.

— after a few good sessions of games i think he would love to cycle or feed the ducks near the lake, cuz that's fun and energizing (the ducks would run for the bread so that's some sport)

— and in the end of the date he would treat you both with ice cream, since it's the best way to relax after a long hot day

— also bowling or some arcades sound fun too. i think naruto is definitely this type of person to get lost in time and spend a little too much money on games like these. he got some competitive soul as well, so if his s/o ikez to join "who plays better" challenge then this is the man for them!

sakura haruno

— she is a romantic soul that overworks herself, but she never forgets about her s/o, so she is definitely the one who plans the dates and makes sure everything goes perfect.

— i can see her baking something for her s/o before the date and imagining how they enjoy the sweets

— she's quite artistic, so going to make some bowls together and decorating them definitely suits sakura. this is also the perfect time to just talk with each other and discuss different matters of the world without worry

— her bowl would be so pretty and aestheticly pleasing as if it came out straight from pinterest.

— after that a cup of tea or coffee at the local café would be perfect!

— sakura is very outgoing, so concerts would definitely take a special place in her heart. she is a big fan of music, so i don't think she would be too picky about choosing an artist, it could be a local band/singer and she would still enjoy the vibe with s/o.

— if her s/o is a musician, she 100% would join their concerts!

— they date would wrap up with a little walk in the park or nature. her and s/o don't even have to talk, sakura would definitely enjoy the comfortable silence of lovers. also, sakura is definitely an advocate for healthy life style, so she would love to do some "x steps" challenge with her s/o!

sasuke uchiha

— reversed kind of fella who at first glance doesn't show affection at all, but if you are someone who knows him well then you can notice all the little things he does for his s/o, that includes dates

— i don't think he is the fan of active dates such as clubs, karaoke, concerts. it doesn't mean he won't enjoy them with his s/o, he definitely would, but he would feel out of place at times

— sasuke is a busy guy, so he would want to make sure to appreciate every single moment with his s/o

— walks in nature, training(if his s/o is a ninja as well), going out to cafes, movie nights. it doesn't matter what he does, the most important thing is that his s/o enjoys it and they spend time together on a date

— as for his ideal date, i actually think he's a pretty simple guy. his ideal date would be him and his s/o in nature, be it camping or just walking in the forest as they spend some time together.

— he would definitely make some food, as a ninja i'm sure he had to learn how to hunt and make sure to never stay hungry in case of enemy alert

— if there was a lake/sea around, his s/o might enjoy swimming in there as he would just chat with them on the shore. bonus points if his s/o splashes him with water

— as it gets cold sasuke would make fire and give his coat as a gentleman he is!

— so in sasuke's eyes, the most ideal date is a private one where no one is here to disturb him and his s/o, so romantic

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Red.

It was all red.

The skies are red.

The ground is covered in red. Blood.

The putrid scent of blood stung Baek Cheon's nose. It made his body tremble, fear overwhelming his being and clouding his mind. His eyes hazy, thoughts uncertain. The tip of his sword shook as his knuckles turned white while clenched tight around the hilt. This is war. A chaos that spills blood and severs lives without hesitation. Was it for the sake of justice? Was it for peace? He was taught that swinging one's sword without ethics is mere violence. Is war within the ethics of a Taoist or is it simply violence? Baek Cheon could barely hold himself steady, staggering and panting as questions churned within him. Splat. Every step felt heavy as he walked over puddles of blood and pass by dismembered and lifeless bodies of his comrades, though some of them were mere acquaintances, he still fought with them, stood at the same side, and share the same values as him yet there they are, cold and pale. In war, the person you ate and drank with today may no longer be alive tomorrow.

Baek Cheon threaded through the blood soaked plains albeit his fear and uncertainty, he must find that person first. Perhaps seeing his face would clear his muddled mind and hearing his voice would maybe calm his racing heart and trembling hands. “Myung! Chung Myung-ah!” Baek Cheon called, his voice loud and clear that even attracted the attention of some survivors. The battle has ended, the war has been won despite the many casualties and damages between two sides. It was all thanks to Chung Myung, a talent born in Mount Hua, a genius that became one of the Three Greatest Swordsmen in the world. He led the Ten Great Sects and the Heavenly Comrade Alliance to confront both Saparyeon and Magyo. Words cannot describe the gruesome battle and suffering in facing two massive factions but the Plum Blossom Sword Saint, Chung Myung managed to do it. It was a feat almost impossible if not for his genius and it was expected that he shall bask in glory for the rest of his life as the hero who saved kangho from the evil factions and demonic cult. But that will only apply if he does make it alive from this bloodbath.

“CHUNG MYUNG!” Baek Cheon rushed towards the pile of bodies, trudging through the blood and flesh, he knelt beside the very hero himself and pulled him into his arms. “Myung! Chung Myung-ah! Wake up, don't you dare close those eyes on me! Myung-ah!” His voice cracked, his heart racing, and his eyes wavered and filled with panic and dread. His precious sajil, the supposed hero of kangho, laid limp in his arms soaked in blood and missing an arm. Baek Cheon’s face distorted in grief and pain, seeing his sajil in such a state breaks his heart. It wasn't supposed to end this way, he shouldn't have let this lad shoulder all responsibilities. He was the daesahyung but he felt useless. It should've been him, he should be the one laying here dying, not Myung, not his sajil, no, not him. Please, not him…

Cough. “Sasuk…”

“Myung-ah!” Baek Cheon called, hope rose inside him. “Hang in there Myung-ah! W-We’ll fix you up. We'll go back to Mount Hua together. Hang in there…”

Cough. More blood gushed out from Chung Myung's wounds and lips, trickling down his chin and staining his once bright face. His once brilliant pink eyes were now hazy, his fierce expression now exhausted, his punctured chest heaving heavily, gasping for every single breath it can muster. “If only… I was stronger…”

“SHUT UP!” Baek Cheon exclaimed. An anxious smile tugged his lips, brows furrowed in heartbreak as he held Chung Myung closer to his chest with his hand cupping the lad's pale face. “Shut up huh. We'll go home together. For once in your life listen to your sasuk, you punk! We're going home TOGETHER back to Mount Hua huh.”

Chung Myung inhaled, his bloodied lips trembling, his lids heavy, he was tired. So tired but he didn't want to leave his sahyungjes, he didn't want to leave his sasuk like this. Sasuk…that face you're making, it's ugly…so unlike you…he thought. He wanted to say those words, to retort with his usual sarcastic remarks but he couldn't. His eyes stared blankly up the red skies, the stench of blood irked him, the pain from his injuries burned like hot iron on skin. He's exhausted. He wanted to rest. Regrets lingered in his chest, it hurt differently from his physical pain.

If only I could see Mount Hua one last time… “I'm sorry…” were his last words before his labored breathing finally came to a stop.

Chung Myung, 13th Generation Disciple of Mount Hua…

has breathed his last atop a mountain of corpses…

…ending the ten-year war that terrorized the world.

“Myung? Myung! Don't kid with me, you bastard!” Baek Cheon exhaled a pained chuckled. His face mortified, his voice filled with lament. He shook his sajil, cradled him in his arms while gently squeezing the still face with his quivering hand. “No no no you're kidding! Quit the jokes Myung! Open those eyes, sajil! Myung! Chung Myung!”

Yet there was no response. He called and called, he begged for an answer, he yearned for a reply but there was none. Not a sound, not a wince. It hurts. He felt helpless. His sajil…his poor sajil…that rambunctious lad who would always cause trouble, that arrogant genius who belittles his juniors, that devil who barely listens to his seniors, where has he gone? Baek Cheon felt his world collapse.

Sasuk! Baek Cheon sasuk!

“Aahh…haahhh aaahh…!” Tears rolled down his cheeks, unrestrained, as he embraced the cold corpse and rocked his body back and forth. “Aaahhh…hhaaaahh!!!” He won't be able to hear that voice again, the only voice that dares to call him stupid despite being a senior. He won't be able to see him again, that kid who torments his juniors with a wooden sword. Where has he gone? Baek Cheon knew… he knew but he refused to believe it. He doesn't want to believe it yet no matter what he thinks, the fact that Chung Myung is gone is irrefutable.

Together they returned to Mount Hua, their home. Hearts heavy, minds in torment, with a corpse in tow ― the scent of plum blossoms persisted in the air washing away the smell of blood but it wasn't enough to soothe the despair and anguish that consumed Baek Cheon. Both of them died back there but alas, only one has stopped breathing.

Days turned into months, Mount Hua has never been the same. It's quiet, it's serene, one might say this is what a Taoist sect should be like but for those who knew, this is not the Mount Hua that brought peace to the world, this is not the sect that rose from the ashes and led the war with vigor and towards victory. The current Mount Hua is the Mount Hua that mourns for the loss of its brightest star. Every moment, every day, as the wind blows carrying whispers of the joyous past, as petals drift carrying memories of irretrievable days, Mount Hua weeps ― the people, the trees, even the sword that cuts through air, they wept. Mount Hua has become a sorrowful mountain.

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“Sect leader! Sect leader sasuk!” Jo Gul called loudly, running past the courtyard and barging inside Sect Leader Baek Cheon's room where the man was scribbling through the record books and scrolls. How many years has it been? Fifty? Sixty? Time flew past yet the pain remained, like how deep wounds leave a permanent scar on one's skin. It never healed, it never disappeared. “Lower your voice, Gul. What is it?” Baek Cheon replied without lifting his head from his work. His voice weary, his eyes sunken. He has changed ever since that day, the handsome optimistic daesahyung of the 2nd class disciples, who is now the current sect leader, has become sullen, strict, and serious. He barely speaks, he rarely shows emotions, he broke his own soul to escape the sadness that ate him from the inside. None would have guessed that such a woeful man led Mount Hua to its glory.

Jo Gul chased his breath, swallowed his saliva, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. “A kid wants to join the sect.” He finally managed to blurt out.

“And?” Yun Jong, who was standing nearby and organizing the account books raised a brow and asked. “Gul, you're old enough to process disciple admissions. Why do you still need to bother the sect leader?”

Jo Gul grimaced. “Hey! I'm not a kid anymore, sahyung. Of course I know how to do my job.” He inhaled and straightened himself. “But that's not the point here. The kid, yeah the kid who wants to join. It's Chung Myung! Wait no, he looks like Chung Myung. You remember what that devil looked like when he was a kid, right sahyung? That kid looks exactly like him!”

Baek Cheon flinched at those words. Yun Jong was dumbfounded, his eyes widening at the nonsense his sajae was spouting. “What kind of crap are you talking about?!” He exclaimed, brows furrowed and face scrunched in anger. Everyone knows how sensitive that topic is to Baek Cheon that they never dared mention Chung Myung's name in front of him.

“It's true! You think I'd joke about this?!” Jo Gul replied in frustration. Bang! Yun Jong was about to retort when suddenly, Baek Cheon slammed the scrolls on his wooden desk. “Show me.” His voice low and dangerous as he stood, the chair scraping on the floor with an eerie sound. Jo Gul gulped, he knew he'd be dead if Baek Cheon finds his claims unsatisfactory but he was confident, he wouldn't dare rush into the sect leader's residence if he wasn't certain.

It was a wonderful morning outside, the skies were clear and the breeze was cool. The plum blossom trees rustled with the winds, and its scent filled the air with nostalgia and peace, a comforting experience one would love to divulge themselves into. By the huge gate, a little child stood. Small and untidy he was, a quick glance is all it takes to know that he was a beggar. His scruffy black hair billowed with the breeze and his pink eyes seemed to shimmer under the sun's gentle glow. The moment he caught a glimpse of the elders, the child stood straight. His face lit up as he clasped his hands and saluted in respect. “Chung Myung greets the sect leader!”

Baek Cheon felt the world spin, his knees wobbled causing him to stagger back and would've fallen if it wasn't for Yun Jong and Jo Gul catching him from behind. His sullen eyes brightened as a pang of guilt and hope consumed his heart. He wanted to run and embrace the child, spill all the unspoken words, and release all the pent up emotions he had kept for years. But as the sect leader, he tried his hardest to compose himself. “Child…what's your name again?” He asked, voice almost cracking and lips quivering in anticipation.

The child noticed how the sect leader looked broken and sad but he didn't want to pry any further. “It’s Chung Myung, sect leader.” He replied with a smile. “I want to join Mount Hua.”

“And why is that?” Baek Cheon asked.

The child tilted his head, bewildered at the strange question. “Do I need an elaborate reason to join?” He said. “It's just because Mount Hua is Mount Hua.” A grin formed on his small face. Oh that familiar grin that everyone missed, that voice that everyone longed to hear, and that fiery spirit that the mountains had been yearning to feel.

A small smile crept on the sect leader's lips. At that moment, Baek Cheon instantly knew. Chung Myung's soul has finally returned to Mount Hua.

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