#SS fanfiction

[southsidestory]

RATING: Explicit

SHIPS: SasuSaku & NaruHina

SUMMARY: There is a place where two legends once fought, a valley that saw their lifeblood spilled. And in Konoha there is a monument, a stone face shaped out of the golden bluff, which honors the champion—the Second Hokage: Uchiha Madara. (AU in which the Uchiha rule Konoha.)

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[randomprose]

no use i just do

he may not understand it, but Sakura will always love Sasuke —for ssmonth24 day 24: confessions

Haruno Sakura loves Uchiha Sasuke. She loves him in all the ways that matter despite everything and anything. 

It’s just a fact of life—a universal truth. The sky is blue, water is wet, Naruto wants to be Hokage, and Haruno Sakura has always loved Uchiha Sasuke. 

Sakura doesn’t say it or throw around the phrase as much as she used to, but she radiates it. In every look she sends his way, in every word she speaks to him, the way her eyes always find his even in a crowded room or across a sea of people, the way she gravitates to him even without meaning to, and even the way she breathes when she’s around him. Everything about her speaks of her love for him. Her very existence itself is an expression of that unyielding and unconditional love.

To this, all Sasuke could ask is, "Still? After all this time?"

Sakura just shrugs, not even bothering to defend herself. Not like there’s anything to anyhow. Sakura has never been ashamed of her love. 

"Why?" Sasuke continues to prod, truly baffled. "There's nothing—I’m not—I’m just—” I have nothing to offer. “What do you even see in me?"

“You,” Sakura answers easily without missing a beat as if that’s enough of an explanation. “Just you.”

“And that is enough for you?”

“Well,” Sakura looks considering, hands clasped behind her and expression wholly open, always open when she’s with him. “It’s not like I didn’t try to stop. I did try to talk myself into some sense, you know?” Tried to make herself see reason and consider focusing her affections on Naruto instead—strong, dependable, steady, and safe Naruto who would never hurt or make her cry. At least not knowingly. There were other candidates too, of course. Sakura has long since passed that phase of self-doubt and insecurity, has gained confidence in herself and her skills, and knows full well of her worth. “I’m fully aware that I am a catch, Sasuke-kun. Even if you’re not aware of the fact.”

“No, I am,” Sasuke replies because he is, in fact, very aware.

“Good.”

“What happened then?” If she knows she could do better—so much better—how come it’s still him she chooses? “Why haven’t you stopped?”

“What can I say? I just couldn’t,” she shrugs again and her smile is lighthearted as she says, “Looking back, it all seems so silly. I tried to stop and I just couldn’t and after some time I just gave up trying to not love you. Sure, I hated you at times,  but that’s not the opposite of love, is it? Besides,” here her smile turns rueful, “I could never truly hate you, Sasuke-kun.” 

“Why?” he asks again, a tinge of desperation seeping at the word. How can she not hate him after everything? “How can you—What’s there to love?”

"What's not to love?” 

“Don’t answer my question with another.”

“Don’t ask stupid questions,” she retorts. “What’s there to love you ask? Everything. All of you. The good and the bad and everything in between.”

“Tch,” Sasuke shakes his head. “There really is no accounting for taste.”

“That there isn’t,” Sakura laughs, then she sighs. "It's no use, Sasuke-kun. I just love you."

It is in Sasuke’s nature as an Uchiha to self-destruct. It is also in his nature to be selfish and to take without giving, but for the life of him, Sasuke could never be selfish enough when it comes to Sakura. Because everything the Uchiha touches seems to get tainted and doomed to a life of loss, destruction, and heartache, but despite everything he has taken from her—and will continue to take from her—Sasuke cannot bring himself to damn her to a similar fate. 

“You should try again. To stop,” Sasuke says, looking at her imploringly with his mismatched eyes. "I'm broken, Sakura. Beyond repair.” He doesn’t know if he’s doing her a kindness by trying to make her see sense—because maybe she’ll listen to him if her own logic fails her—but Sasuke goes on to make his case against himself anyway. “There's no use trying to fix me. I can't be fixed."

"Is that what you think I've been trying to do all this time? Fix you?” Sakura says, throwing him a funny look before rolling her eyes. "Idiot. I've always known. Even when we were genin, I knew I couldn't fix you. That's not what I was or am trying to do. It never was."

"Then what is it that you want from me."

"Nothing! I just want to love you.” And it’s the truth too. It always was. Once she realizes what she feels for Sasuke is more than just childish infatuation and passing fancy, Sakura has never asked for anything in return for her affections. “The least you could do after everything is to let me."

Sasuke meets Sakura’s gentle gaze and considers her words. 

He supposes that, despite everything, he’s always known that it was always going to be Sakura for him, that it was always going to be them in the end, even when he didn’t allow himself to think about those things.

In the lofty years of his youth, he had often thought of returning to Konoha after settling the score with his brother and finding Sakura waiting for him. He had argued to himself that she was a logical choice and the reason his mind conjured her as a first—and only—choice was because she was his closest female companion being his teammate and somewhat friend. Not to mention, he found her the least annoying of the girls who used to fawn over him, never mind why he never questioned why he found it so.

And in the rare times that Sasuke has allowed himself to think of a future for himself after accomplishing his goals—misguided as they were—and beyond the battles and the tragedies he’s faced, it is Sakura who is a constant in those musings and the only one he sees himself with, be it settling down and continuing his other goal of restoring his clan or even just simple companionship for however long the fates shall allow Sasuke’s wretched life to go on. 

The fact of the matter is, Sasuke is to his bare bones a selfish bastard who has always thought of Sakura as his—just as much as he has always been hers as he has come to realize. 

(It does not cross his mind that Sakura is as selfish and as greedy as he is, maybe even more, in the way she loves him—how she would let Konoha burn rather than hurt him, forsake her duties if it meant she could be by his side, defend him to the death against those who speak ill of him.)

"Okay," Sasuke sighs in surrender, but it is of the sweet kind. “Okay.”

"Okay?” Sakura asks, peering up at him as if in confirmation.

"Yes."

Yes, you may love me and this time I will allow myself to be loved and reciprocate in the ways I know how. This is an act of selfishness as much as it is a kindness. For both of us. 

"Good."

The smile on her face is pleased and Sasuke lets the pleasant feeling wash over him with the knowledge that he is the cause of that.

“Sakura,” he calls to her, and her name almost sounds holy as he rolls off his tongue. Reverent like a prayer or benediction. Heavy with meaning and all the things that Sasuke cannot form the words to say.

Sasuke takes his hand and moves to close the gap between them. Sakura feels herself rooted on the spot, tensing when he steps into her space and loops his arm around her in an embrace. It takes her a second to relax and her arms to come up and wound around his waist to return the embrace. A memory comes to her unbidden and she pinches the skin on his back in warning.

"If you knock me out and leave me on some godforsaken bench again, Uchiha Sasuke, I swear to all your ancestors I will—”

Sasuke chuckles and squeezes her to him to stop her tirade.

"I already apologized for that."

“Tch.” Sakura puffs her cheeks and pouts, even as she lets him hold her against him and buries her face into his chest. "Whatever."

"I'm sorry. And thank you.” Two things that have never been easy for Uchiha Sasuke to say, but no one else has ever been more deserving to hear from him as much as Haruno Sakura. “For loving me. Even after all these years. Even when I'm—” 

"Batshit insane completely off your rockers and out of control?"

"Tch." Sasuke lightly tugs at the ends of her hair in annoyance, to which Sakura only snickers. He's trying to be sincere and maybe a little romantic here dammit and there she goes and ruins it. "So annoying."

"Ehh, you love me." She looks up at him with a teasing look and a cheeky grin before catching herself. "I mean—”

Eyes never leaving hers, Sasuke takes Sakura’s hand and puts it over his chest where his heart beats for her, hoping it’s enough for her to know even when he can’t find the words and the courage to say them yet.

I do. With all my heart and soul and everything that I am in my wretchedness, I do love you.

[airashisakura]

Lists of fic that I read over and over again

Warm by CatFlorist

interim by stannide

A Cornucopia of Conundrums and Murphy's Law of Love by zgs1994

Perpetual Winter by thefangirlslair 

In Pieces by Masami Aomame

All I Want for Christmas by TheRedConverseGirl

Tribute by SouthSideStory

Recently, I've realised that I just crave for some of the fics to be read again. So I'll be collating here the fics which serve to me as a comfort on my bad days. I promise to keep updating this list to help other fellow readers too.

Love,

Airashi!

[madlena]

Hades!Sasuke and Persephone!Sakura dancing in the ballroom in Chapter 29 ff Quietus

Sakura's tongue had joined her heart on the traitor bandwagon, and her brain seemed worryingly eager to follow suite. Suddenly she couldn't think straight. She forgot how to speak when she felt the tip of his aristocratic nose nuzzle into her hair and heard him inhale deeply. When his right hand released hers and trailed with near agonising unhurriedness down the slender curve of her waist, Sakura felt like every part of her was caught between devastating electricity and intolerable fire. She didn't know what to do to get away from the head spinning sensations his touches were eliciting. And what terrified her most of all was that a part of her, at that very moment, wasn't even fully certain that it wanted to get away.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7449361/1/Quietus

@scribe-of-elysium - Autor FF

[manias-wordcount]

oki so hear me out…. (all legend of zelda btw)

i was reading the ganon consummation piece again at like midnight (y’know like one does) and i’ve been having a bit of a ghirahim brain rot

so i was very much wondering if you could do a fluffy consummation night with ghira 👉👈 (preferably with a reader with big breasts who’s insecure abt them bc i’m the same way)

The Only One (Ghirahim x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗮 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗮𝗮𝗮 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗟𝗢𝗟. 𝗼𝗵 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗵𝗮

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!!! 𝗻𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You heard many rumors about the man you were supposed to marry. Many, many, many.

It was really all you had to rely on for the months leading up to your marriage. Lord Ghirahim was a busy man, after all. You had only managed just a few brief meetings with him before your marriage to him was arranged. And it was never without an audience. Your family. Some advisors. Some of his men. But those meetings were so brief and so formal. There’s much you could learn about someone over tea. But there’s very little you could come to know about someone when you’re in a room with all the people they need to impress present. 

And so, you lived off of the rumors you would hear. And think about the brief patterns of behavior you came to witness around him. Sure, he would send flowers to your family’s home once a week, but you heard that he was crass to those who he thought were beneath him. Sure, there were a few handwritten notes with flowery words and praises and remarks about how he couldn’t wait for the next time he saw you but you knew of his position. You knew of his power. And for the longest time, it made you feel uneasy.

The thought of marrying a stranger could do that to a girl. It could do that to anyone, really. But the thought of marrying Lord Ghirahim- the very Lord Ghirahim you’ve heard nothing but hushed whispers of- had you feeling all nervous and jittery in a way you don’t think is completely natural for a blushing bride to experience.

That was until you were finally walked down the aisle. 

You felt like you were melting under the gazes of all the people who watched you walk down the aisle before being handed off at the ceremonial altar. You felt like you were being picked apart by strangers. People who answered to Lord Ghirahim. Members of your family who thought that you were undeserving of such an honor. People who you knew absolutely nothing about. It nearly made you sick with dread as you went to face your betrothed. So sick that you must have missed half of what you were supposed to say during the ceremony and stuttered through the other half.

But then Lord Ghirahim reached for your hand and threaded his long fingers around yours.

“Just breathe, beautiful,” He had murmured to you in between one of the officiant’s many speeches about duty and honor and respect and compassion needed for a good marriage to thrive. “There’s no need to worry. I’m here now. I’ll take care of things.”

You didn’t know what he meant at the time. But his confidence and enthusiasm were infectious. He felt like a shield from all the bad and all the worries you had in this moment, even as he stood apart from you. So you put aside your worries. You casted out all of the rumors you heard from your mind. And you trusted him.

And just like that the rest of the ceremony went off without a hitch. 

Then the reception happened. And the reception felt so magical and you felt so pretty and so adored by all that you couldn’t help but melt into your new husband’s side as he doted on you. As if you were someone he had always known. As if you were someone he had always loved. But as the night dragged on, your memories from earlier in the day started to blur. So much was happening around you. So many people came up to congratulate you. So many things to do as part of the different ceremonies. So many foods to eat. So many things to dance to. So little time to stop and to stress and to worry.

Yet all the time in the world to start to fall in love with Lord Ghirahim.

So you had no qualms when the arm around your waist started leading you away from the party and all the guests. And you didn’t feel the same fear and anxiety as you once did as you realized your husband was now leading you towards the honeymoon suite you both were set to share. How could you? Not after he was perfect for you. Not after he made everything so perfect for you.

And so you let him take the lead once more, as he has been all night. And he proved to you once more that he wasn’t the man in the rumors you heard about for months and months on end. No, he was so much more than that. You realized that much earlier in the day. But that thought- that feeling really came to fruition after your new husband locked the door behind the both of you and pushed you up against the nearest wall and went for your body with the hands of a man who only knew how to worship. How to pray.

“My goddess,” You remember him uttering into your skin as his lips pressed against and nipped at your neck.  “How did I get so lucky? Who do I have to thank for delivering you to me?”

The two of you couldn’t even wait around to get undressed. He had already pulled down the top of your reception dress and had his hands squeezing and groping at your breasts. Something you would normally be too wary and too afraid to let just about anyone touch so openly. But he listened quietly when you shared your hesitations and your insecurities. And he brushed them all to the side for you. With a touch so gentle and fingers so purposeful as he cupped your breast between his fingers and played with their plushness, he eased you into his affections. He drank up every sound of pleasure you made.  

“Tell me whatever you want, and I’ll do it. For you- only for you.” He spoke to you in between kisses. Ones on your lips. Ones on your neck. Ones on your shoulders and arms and every single piece of skin you had exposed. “You’re worthy of it, my lady. My treasure. My everything.”

In front of the crowds, he only spared you kisses to your lips and cheeks and forehead. You remember feeling a little warm in the face when he pressed the occasion to kiss behind your ear and on your jaw as whenever he came up behind you after leaving your side for a moment. But now to feel his lips on you like this? Dipping lower and lower until it’s his tongue circling on a sensitive nipple and two fingers toying with the other.

“My lord…” You couldn’t help but mewl over and over again that night. The scene felt so erotic. It felt like something you only really heard about from others- from friends more experienced than you  But you never felt so cherished. Because every honeyed word he said felt so genuine and so true. Because every single place he touched you felt like the right place. That hand grasping onto your hip. His mouth against yours. Even that knee pressing in between your thighs. Making room and traversing an area explored only by one person so far- you. 

Deep down inside, you still do hold onto the rumors you’ve heard about him. You know they didn’t come from just nothing. And you aren’t so sheltered and so blind that you’ll trust him so openly and so easily. 

But as he stands in front of you- acting far from the flamboyant and bold and powerful man the world knows him to be. As he stands here- taking the time to learn your body and learn more than just your name and your family before he lays you on the bed and claims you as his wife. As he stands here- not as Lord Ghirahim, but as Ghirahim, your new husband, you find that it’s very, very easy to fall in love with a stranger when that very same stranger shows you that he is so much more than your first impression of him. That he is so much more than what other strangers make him out to be. And that you’re so much more to him than just some broad he was supposed to marry. 

Because you are and have always been so much more to him. But you won’t know every detail surrounding why he chose you to be his bride for a very, very long time. But you do know one thing. It’s that his lips are soft and his touch is softer. But most of all?

His words of praise and affection to you are even softer. Softer than anyone would have ever thought possible by a man such as Lord Ghirahim. But that’s the thing. Tonight he’s not him. Tonight, he’s not Lord Ghirahim. No- tonight is he just your husband. Just like how tonight, you finally become his. His wife. His beautiful, perfect, goddess of a wife. 

The only one for him. Just as he hopes to be the only one for you.

[pandoraimperatrix]

Beyond Love

SasuSaku | 3k w | Blank Period| Hurt/Comfort | Read on AO3

Beyond love This man comes to me Heartbreak did this He was made to believe That he should live without it All I know's what I see No change in this Visions born in the dreams Of a world left without it

She was the same. Painfully so. Gloriously so.

In their first stop, helping to build a well in a tiny village on the border of Land of Fire and Land of Rivers, she had befriended every single worker and their mothers. He had never eaten so well in his lonely travels as he did since she joined him.

While peasant wives and mothers avoided his scary figure – a far cry from the attention he used to receive when he was a teenager – they were always all too grateful to his charming companion. And after the good doctor fixed all sorts of health problems their children, husbands and elders may be suffering from; the village women were all too happy to spoil Sakura with delicious food since she didn’t take money.

As they sat there, under the shade of a tree sharing their meal, from his darkness he observed her. It was not for the first time, once upon a time a habit from childhood that he hated in himself, sprouted back to life as if the long winter of half a decade never happened.

Sakura, in soft greens and the loveliest of pinks, spring made flesh, even after two weeks on the road with him.

She caught his gaze, and for once, Sasuke did not avert his eyes, hoping that the heat on his face wasn’t so noticeable, and feeling quite human, quite inadequate.

Her smile so freely given, the warmth of her feelings so obvious. How did she do that? And why? After everything he had done to her… After everything he had put her through…

And how did she make it look so easy to keep moving forward, to just... just live?

His jealous heart ached, his cursed eyes lowered, because he knew, it didn’t matter how long he stared, that was a skill he would never master.

***

“I can’t love you, do you understand, Sakura?”

Her smile didn’t fade instantly, but her ramble died in midsentence suffocated by the soft ruffling of the trees surrounding them.

Sasuke stared down at her, cheeks paling, plump lower lip only giving the tiniest of quiver before she took a ragged breath, composing herself.

He had once heard that Tsunade hid her real face under a jutsu. Others judged her vain for that, Sasuke, on the other hand, understood the ingenuity behind it, especially now, that his own appearance reflected better the evil in his past, and he wondered… Was Sakura’s dull eyes and gash-like smile also artifice?

And if so… what was she hiding?

“There is someone else?” she finally answered with her own absurd question, her voice small, but firm.

Sasuke who, unlike her, had fought all his life to hide his burning emotions behind an stoic facade, lost his composure , what kind of laughable answer with an question was that?

“What?” He scoffed, his body moving on its own accord to face her, breaking into her personal space as if they were about to start exchanging blows “don’t be stupid.”

In that fleeting moment, anger and frustration bubbling under his skin, he couldn’t decide what was worse: did she understand the reason beneath his question? And if she did, didn’t she care? Was she mocking him? Or she simply didn’t understand, and her own question was genuine? And if she didn’t understand at all why was she with him? Why was she doing that to herself? Why was she letting him hurt her again?

She looked amused at his reaction, throwing him in deeper confusion.

What had this disastrous conversation had become?

He had meant well, he was just trying to warn her. Couldn’t she see it?

Someone else?

Ludicrous.

“Oh… I see,” she said simply and smiled again, this time reaching her eyes, that he kept staring at with his own perturbed frown and twitching insides. He had forgotten that since from when they were children, sometimes Sakura made him feel… uncomfortable. 

Sakura lowered her face, staring at her feet, Sasuke’s frown deepened holding back to what was about to come, what would have come if she made any sense. He felt a little sorry for calling her stupid, but it wasn’t in his nature to apologise (and Sakura was already fortunate enough to have been on in the receiving end of his voiced regret), and, on top of that, he was somewhat offended by her question.

Where the hell had that come from?

Did she really understand him so little?

“This is a mistake,” he finally blurted out rubbing his face with his hand and taking a vacillating step back.

“You invited me, Sasuke-kun,” now she sounded at least a little angry. With anger he could deal, he was not used to being on the receiving hand of hers, but still was something different from her latest mindboggling reaction and honestly insulting question.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No,” his answer came fast, too fast and filled with frustration. She didn’t understand, nobody did. The dobe got close, but still missed the mark and Sakura…

Sakura was biting her lip, staring at him with glossy green eyes, and it occurred to him that something broken could be so beautiful.

“Forget it,” he said and turned his back to her suddenly desperate to move, not daring to look back, half fearing, half expecting that, for once, she would pick herself between the two of them, terrified and hopeful that she would leave.

But she stayed.

And Sasuke found out that, thanks to that, could breathe easier.

***

Sakura was shivering, and even in clear distress, she conjured images of flowers in his head, a late flowering cherry tree shaking under the power of a summer rainstorm.

How could someone be so annoying even when they were asleep?

Not only she had taken her sweet time washing in the stream – he couldn’t understand the need since she still smelled like strawberries to him – and laid obnoxiously far from the bonfire he had lit.

At least she hadn’t bothered trying to keep the first watch like she sometimes would despite his refusals, and sometimes she would try to keep him company, babbling half the night away until sleep made her start bobbing head on his shoulder.

A moan escaped from her lips and she shivered again, Sasuke sighed and rose from where he was sitting, he fell to one knee, not quite sure of what to do. Should he wake her? Scold her for lying in the cold?

Sakura fussed in her sleep. How could she sleep so heavily knowing he was there? How could she trust him? She rolled to her back, arm arching around her head, threads of pink hair falling on her pink lips. Sasuke gulped and pulled his poncho over his head before covering her with it. She latched on it so fast his heart raced fearing being caught, but she remained deep in dreams, now contently wrapped, face pressed on the dusty knit, still warm from his body.

Sasuke stretched his lonely hand to her rosy cheek, but retreated before touching her, he stood up, and when back to his place by the fire.

***

“Sakura, are you done?”

“Just a sec, Sasuke-kun!”

He crossed his arms and took a deep breath, half-delighted, half-regretting it when his nostrils filled with her sweet strawberry scent still hanging to his poncho.

The cadence of her voice reached him first surrounded by male voice. Annoyed, Sasuke turned around. She was coming towards him, but walking half-turned backwards still trading pleasantries and advises with the young master, son of the local nobleman of the village they had stopped to aid, this time separately, Sasuke had helped fixing a mill while Sakura was being interviewed by scholars interested in her medical work and first hand account of the war.

He could have called her out again, he could have done many other things, but he let her walk directly into him.

Her body wasn’t exactly soft, not with the kind of build she naturally had or the kind of life they lead, and still… Guilt and pleasure spread from the place on his chest where her hands rested radiating to his entire body, like fire in dry woods.

“Oof, sorry, Sasuke-kun,” blushing prettily, like she did most things, she didn’t push away immediately, and Sasuke, beyond his best efforts, lowered his face just slightly, like a sunflower obliged to face the sun.

And then, he remembered the other man, moving slightly to send a warning look over Sakura’s shoulder.

***

“I should buy a poncho, too,” he didn’t answer, just continued sharpening his sword by the fire. “Where did you get yours?”

“A family friend.”

“Oh,” he waited for the next question, it was almost funny watching her struggle to ask him that could be a sensitive topic.

Once upon a time, Sasuke hated when people prodded in his business, he still didn’t care for it in the slightest. Twelve years old Sakura was always asking him the most annoying and useless things. He had no idea why his favourite colour mattered so much back then. And he regrettably could remember some instances in which her interrogation inadvertently touched memories from his past leading to spikes of anger. Since not only some memories hurt because they were sad, but there was those he tried to keep buried in some sacred place inside him, because they were good and somehow hurt even worse for being of a life that didn’t belong to him anymore.

“Can I meet them?”

“To buy a poncho?”

Her eyes glittered reflecting the fire as a smile curved those pink lips.

“It isn’t fair that I keep using yours.”

He found out that he didn't mind Sakura meeting the Neko-baa, but hated the idea of her getting her own poncho, because that meant his would stop smelling like too sweet strawberries.

“I don’t mind.”

And for a moment he didn’t let his guilt sour the warm feeling bubbling in his chest as he watched her face morph in surprise and then elation.

“That’s very kind of you, Sasuke-kun.”

***

He was in a bad mood.

Which, to be fair, wasn’t nothing new.

Sakura was ignoring him, well, as much as she could manage considering it was her and it was him.

Usually, ignoring him when Sasuke was in a bad mood was the best call. He even appreciated that, after a month traveling together, Sakura picked his cues and learned to just leave him alone until he initiated interaction again. Usually with some non-verbal behaviour, he would sit next to her by the fire or do something nice like mending her clothes.

After that time he told her he could never love her and she didn’t leave, he even took money for his work only so he could buy her dango, he felt ridiculous the whole time, but it was still worth it.

But this time ignoring him wouldn’t work, it wouldn't work because he wasn’t just in a general bad mood because of the weather, or because of pain in his arm, or because of a rude villager, not even his night terrors and flashbacks were the reasons, no, he was in a terrible mood, because of her.

They took a boat to the Hidden Mist, the idea was keep going east, Sakura was excited, couldn’t stop talking about how she didn’t know a thing about the Far East and how much research she could do and learn.

Sasuke just wanted to leave the Land of Lightening, people still remembered his wrongdoings there and, although he damn well deserved whatever way someone might to try to get revenge on him, Sasuke wasn’t alone anymore.

And Sakura had nothing to do with his sins.

It was as if he knew a storm was coming. He woke up queasy again, seasick, he heard Sakura chatting with a cabin boy the night before, and that had put him in even a fouler mood that only eased a little when she probably noticed his annoyance and followed him down to the cargo hold (where they were sleeping) and offered to help.

He tried to refuse her, still deeply irritated that one: his body was failing him in such an embarrassing manner; two: she was chatting about his weakness carelessly to complete strangers.

“Sasuke-kun, don’t be childish, seasickness is very common, you’re acting it’s like a horrible character flaw,” she said rolling her eyes and sitting beside him on a heavy wooden trunk.

“Fine.”

He expected her to do something about his stomach, it was where he felt the discomfort after all. Sasuke didn’t expect Sakura to get so close, and he couldn’t help but flinch when her hands approached his face, but she didn’t look offended, just smiled, always so understanding, and then, the rough pads of her fingers pressed against the bones close to his ear canal, Sasuke held his breath, suppressing the misguided urge to close his eyes and lean in.

Green chakra glowed softly making her eyes gleam in the penumbra, the ringing in his ears, that Sasuke didn’t even notice that was driving him crazy stopped, and the sickening feeling in his stomach eased first a little, and then all at once.

“Better?”

Sasuke breathed in slowly, under the salt, the fishy sea smell... strawberries.

His lone hand floated on its own accord, and he watched as his forever blood stained fingers dared to touch the precious threads of pink hair from her eyes.

“Thank you.”

The words had barely left his lips when, from the cockpit, shouts and battle sounds broke.

Pirates attacked, and for a brief golden moment everything seemed to be perfect as she fought alongside him.

It didn’t matter how broken he was, she was the best mednin in the world, surpassing Tsunade, there was little she didn’t have a cure for, and for what there was no fixing, she accepted him for what he was, didn’t her? Had she not proved it time and time again? She wasn’t like Naruto, trying so hard to force him to go back to some brief idealized past… No, since the beginning, she had always offered to meet him where he was, he had been the one to use the last scrape of decency to deny her.

But now…

Of course he didn’t deserve her, of course she deserve so much better than him, but as they moved side by side, it felt right, it felt good.

And then, she took a blow that was for him.

Her heart, the one she had given to him, unrequested, undesired, undeserved, stopped.

Sasuke stood there, his past and future, it was always the same. It would be always the same.

In his despair, the chidori cracked in his hand, but before it could reach its destiny the black threads spread from her forehead through her chest, like his cursed mark in the past.

Green eyes reflected the dying thunderbolt in his hand as Sasuke turned his back on her and finished the fight, freeing the ship from the pirates and providing the crew with safe journey.

***

“Sasuke-kun?”

He had seen her wasting her already depleted chakra reserves healing crew members and even some of the captured pirates after the battle, he had said nothing, but he hadn’t need to.

“Sasuke-kun?” She called again, and he hated it, he hated the concern in her voice, hated the part of him that still was somewhat afraid that this was somehow an illusion, that the sort of miracles she pulled didn’t truly happen, and if they did, they didn’t happen to him and to the people he cared about. She died in the cockpit just moments ago, he had seen it, he had caused it. “Wait!” He stopped his brisk walk when her hand reached his arm. “Are you hurt?”

Sasuke scoffed.

“Sasuke-kun, you are shaking…”

“You are going back to Konoha.”

“What? But we are going Far East-“

“No,” he turned to face her and grabbed her by the shoulder; he would shake some reason into her if he had to. “We’re not going anywhere, Sakura. You are going to Konoha.”

Sakura’s face morphed from worried to dignified anger as she absorbed his words.

“No.”

“No?” He, repeated, contempt dripping from his voice.

“No,” she stood her ground, unafraid.

Sasuke took his hand off her, clenching it. How could she still be so unreasonable?

“Sakura-“

“No, Sasuke-kun, listen to me, because I will say it as many times as I need until it sinks into this thick skull of yours,” she sucked a breath in and stared hard into his mismatched eyes, “I love you,” Sasuke opened his mouth, he couldn’t believe she was starting that again.

“No,” she rose a finger, “don’t you interrupt me, I’m talking, I love you. And this isn’t a curse, I won’t die tomorrow out of the blue, there is not tragedy coming towards us. Also, this isn’t some silly babbling from a stupid genin that doesn’t know better. I love you. It’s a fact. You can doubt all you might, you can tell me to leave, to go back home and never see you again. You can run far beyond east, go on, use your rinnegan, open a portal to the moon it still will be true there that I love you. You can’t stop it. No one can.”

He didn’t speak after that, what could he say?

Sakura healed his wounds in silence, but before leaving to the cockpit again, she added:

“You said you can’t love me. Whatever, Sasuke-kun. If you truly believed that I don’t think you would have invited me to come with you, or would be so worked up over what happened in the fight. I won’t pressure you into anything, but when you feel like it, you know you can talk to me.”

She was about to be out of reach when he asked in a small voice:

“Don’t you get exhausted?”

Sakura turned to him.

“Of what?”

“Me.”

She smiled and walked back to him. Sasuke just stared, suddenly feeling exposed and raw despite being her the one to had exposed her heart for him to see and do what he might. Sakura touched his face, and Sasuke’s lids trembled shut, his last defence gone.

“I love you,” she said as if it was the easiest, most simple thing in the world.

We really wanna know Beyond love All I know is what I see and I can't live without this Could you ever believe beyond love?

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Happy birthday to the birthday boy (Sasuke) and to the birthday girl (ME!)!!

This fic came through an epiphany, I’ve always understood Sasuke, we share more than a birthday, you see, but Sakura, Sakura was always hard to figure out. I was always very angry with Sasuke, shad real tears, honest. But I did get him and why he did the things he did. I could never fit in my brain why Sakura kept loving him though and then… I don’t need to understand. People don’t love “because”, love is beyond reason. And I’ve decided that I’d try to apply that to myself a little, but it is okay if I don’t always succeed. I’ve been just like Sasuke all my life, since birth one could say, p’untended, but I should be like Sakura too, and love myself, my Sasuke-self, beyond reason, beyond the C-PTSD, autism, ADHD and all the other brain fuckery.

Oh, and Beyond Love of one of my favourite bands in the world, Beach House, helped a lot to give body to the idea of this fic. I recommend not only Depression Cherry that got a little famous thanks to TikTok but all the other albums too, I’m really partial to Devotion and Bloom.

If you liked the fic and read the oversharing leave a comment, it will make my (birth)day!

[valaaye]

Sasusaku fanfiction where Sakura turns to the dark side with Sasuke but Sasuke doesn't want her to be evil? Does that exist lol. Or anything similar to that

[dxkk1104]

Black hair cascaded down over Sasuke's face, blocking Sakura's view of him. She wanted to get a closer look at him, but could only follow the movements of his hand, watching as more and more bandages wrapped around her arm.

Sasuke performed his task with concentration, careful not to injure Sakura further. The wound inflicted by the kunai was burning her, but she made no effort not to show it. She was already struggling with her reddened cheeks anyway, which deepened in color with each successive touch from the boy.

‘How strange,’ she thought, tapping her nails against the tree trunk.

The sun was slowly hiding from behind the clouds, illuminating them with its orange light. Sasuke gently grasped Sakura's wrist, lifting her hand and watching it closely all around, before carefully placing it on his knee to tie the knot.

He deftly dealt with everything.

"Done."

He announced, raising his head at last. His black irises came into contact with her green ones. Sakura opened her mouth, but no sound came out. They stared at each other, and a strange tension grew. Her breath caught in her throat.

Finally, she forced herself to lift her lips, showing her pearly teeth.

"Thank you, Sasuke-kun!"

The boy looked away quickly, once again hiding under the locks of hair. He felt warmth on his neck and ears.

"Aa," he muttered, tucking the rest of the bandages into his pocket, "Be more careful next time. If I hadn't been there, this could have ended worse."

"But you were here." she replied, gently punching him in the arm.

Sasuke stood up, standing backwards and putting one hand in his trouser pocket. He started to walk away, just waiting for the girl to wrap her arm around his elbow. He sighed.

"I will always be."

[queen-of-the-fist]

Title: Fire and Water : Sakura vs Sasuke ! (or Sakura Blossoms ! Part 2)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.

Prompt: Rewrite of Sasuke vs Sakura at the bridge. Fix-it canon of sorts with a BAMF Sakura, Sakura centric and light touches of SasuSaku.

Rating: K+ (for curse words, violence)

[alexjobs]

If you haven’t already, do yourself a favor and go read Covenant by @starry0-o right now! It’s an on-going SasuSaku war-fic that will keep you wishing for more!

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[Original art by @ni23ku]

[southsidestory]

RATING: Explicit

SHIP: SasuSaku

WARNINGS: No Archive Warnings Apply

TAGS: Forbidden Love, Star-Crossed, Feudal AU, No Love Triangle

SUMMARY: For the last seven years, Sasuke has served Sakura. Like many of the Uchiha, his loyalty to the Senju Clan is ensured by a curse mark—tying him to Sakura in spirit as much as law. Since childhood she’s been his lady to protect, his commander to obey. More than that, she’s his match, and Sasuke can only lie to himself for so long.

NOTES: This fic is inspired by the prompt “nightfall” and the song “The Pines” by Roses and Revolutions, both of which were suggestions from the lovely @remnantmassacre, who commissioned this story. Thank you, friend, for giving me the inspo I needed to dive back into SasuSaku!

Many thanks to my beta @hamspamandjamsandwich as well, for whipping this story into shape.

[motheryoon]

he lay on his back, bare-chested, underneath the glow of the moon with his bride resting her head over the space where his heart beats. their skin is still dotted with perspiration from making love, breaths stills steadily evening out.

they are married.

tears prick the corners of his eyes, one lavender and one onyx, as he slowly tries to comprehend this actuality.

he is married. to the only person he has ever loved. to the woman who poured her affection into his soul and filled him to the brim with joy.

“if i were to die now,” he utters quietly, to only her and the moon, “i would die a happy man.”

her head tilts upwards and she looks at his face unflinchingly, as she has done so many times before. he wonders what she sees, what there is to love about him.

she’s always had better eyes than him, though, so perhaps there is some worth there, even if it is minuscule. perhaps she sees something, deep inside his eyes, his mind, his heart—that he cannot. that is worth loving.

“sasuke-kun. sasuke-kun,” sakura whispers, calling to him repeatedly, and warmth pools in every crevice of his being at her silken voice.

she is like medicine, like oxygen, like heaven.

she continues, breathing his name into his skin and pressing fervent kisses to his lips—his lips; so eager and desperate for her touch are they.

“ah,” he whispers, mouth slowly lifting up at the corners, “the happiest man.”

[beyondthescenes37]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto, Boruto: Naruto Next Generations Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Haruno Sakura/Uchiha Sasuke, Haruno Sakura & Uchiha Sasuke Characters: Uchiha Sasuke, Haruno Sakura Additional Tags: Lemon, Smut, Shameless Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Established Relationship, Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay, Medical Kink, Doctor/Patient, Sexual Tension, Sexual Fantasy, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Sasuke Retsuden, Medical Examination, Msub to Mdom, Mdom to Msub, and back again, Innuendo, sssmutweek23, Uchiha Sasuke Has a Large Penis, Bottom Uchiha Sasuke, Top Uchiha Sasuke, Inappropriate Use of Susanoo Summary:

At Redaku Penitentiary, Sakura’s last patient for the day has a big problem that needs her healing. Written for SasuSaku Smut Week 2023.

(Inspired by that filthy way Sasuke calls Sakura “Sensei” in Episode 283 of Boruto.)

[madlena]

Apollo!Naruto and Hades!Sasuke. Meeting old friends. Chapter 27 FF Quietus

"Sasuke," Naruto wheezed, wincing at the unbearable pain in his right arm. Already, it was growing numb, the result of the poison contained within the lightning energy. "I'm your friend, damn it!"

The heartless half-smile that played on Sasuke's lips was even more terrifying than his previous wrath. "Still so deluded," he taunted. "You were the means to an end, Apollo."He spat the name out, as if it were venom on his lips. "We were never friends."

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7449361/1/Quietus

@scribe-of-elysium - Autor FF

[manias-wordcount]

this is an ask for sky so i hope you don’t mind 😅

so imagine the reader waking up early and isn’t able to fall back asleep, and sky wakes up with morning wood 🥴 so the reader is tossing and turning trying to convince sky to start the day but he eventually just picks her up and *plop* suddenly she setting on him and he says “lemme give you a reason to stay in bed 😩

sorry if this is wayyy to specific but it’s something I can’t get out of my head and I’m a sucker for some good smut lmao

I’d love to see what you do with this prompt if you decide to do it!!

thank youuuu!!!!!!

A Lazy Morning In (SS! Link x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝘁'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅 𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝗸𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 (𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛) 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀𝗺𝗺𝗺𝗺

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗲 (𝗱𝗼 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁??)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You didn’t want to wake him up. In fact, the very last thing you wanted to do was wake him up.

  Link works so hard for you. After years and years and years of being together, he still works hard for you. Even since you both fell in love as young graduates from the knight academy. Some days, he’s off making a comfortable living for the two of you. Playing knight in shining armor as he goes off to fight all kinds of monsters and baddies left behind and scattered around the world. And he fights well. He carries his sword and his bravery too every time he sets off to fight. And now, Skyloft has always been much safer since he started taking to the skies. 

  And some days, he joins you. Back the soft ground surrounded by even softer clouds. He tells you how much he misses fighting alongside you. You tell him that not everyone can be the Hero of the Skies, and you convince him to help you tend to the farm as you assist the neighbor’s shop next door. And without complaint, he’ll roll up his sleeves and he’ll work and work and work and work. For the two of you to make your house a home. For the two of you to make the neighborhood, a family. For the two of you to live out a few moments without worry. Just peace.

  And yesterday was one of those days. One of those days when he returns from his duties as a hero late into the night. Only rise with you early in the morning, ready for another day of hard work. You tried to convince him to rest. To take the day off and let you handle things. But he only told you that he would rest when you would. That he would stop only if it meant that this break he was receiving was to be enjoyed with you. So the day passed and went. Night came and gone. And it’s early morning now. 

  But all you can do is watch the ceiling as you turn and you turn and you turn.

  You don’t want to wake him up. The last thing you wanted was to wake him up. But you’re not used to sleeping in. You’re not used to letting the sun’s soft beams stream across your cheeks and ignoring its calls for work. You’re not. But for his sake? You try to be. And so you flip on your side, and you press your face into his chest and let the quiet sound of tiny snores lull you back to sleep. But it doesn’t work. So you huff, and you find yourself turning onto your other side, letting the warmth of his sleeping body seep into your back through the thin material of one of his old tunics. But it doesn’t work. In fact, every position and every little movement, and every little tactic you try to just get yourself to fall back asleep doesn’t work. It just doesn’t.

  It takes a little over an hour of no success to decide that you’ve had enough. By this point, the sun has crawled just a little higher into the sky. And its beamed has started to shine down on you a little bit warmer than before. It calls you. So without further protest, you slowly slide the quilt off of you and swing your legs to the floor. It’s cool to the touch, and it wakes you up even more. But it’s refreshing, and it’s nice- it’s all that you needed to start your day. Well… almost.

  With all the subtly of a mouse scurrying between the darkest corners of a house, you tiptoe to the other side of the bed. You’re met with a peaceful image. The sound-asleep figure of your fiancé. Lips parted, dark blonde hair spread messily across his pillow, and bright blue eyes shut tightly as he enjoys his time in dreamland. He looks exhausted. But behind all the tiredness, you still see the face of a man who is too kind for this world. Too strong for any enemy. Too perfect for him to be truly yours. But he is. He’s all yours just like you’re all his. And so you find yourself leaning down and cupping his cheek with the gentlest of grips. You want to litter his face with tiny pecks. You wake him up with the biggest, brightest smile you could ever give him. But he deserves his rest. So you settle on just a tiny kiss on the cheek with a whispered “I’ll see you soon.” And you get up to leave. Rising up and turning away like a ghost. Never to be seen until you-

  A hand grabs your wrist.

  It’s your only warning. Your split second of warning that makes your stomach drop and your heart race until you’re being pulled with all the force in the world back in the direction that you came. And it happens so fast. So quick you can hardly comprehend or see or even feel what’s happening until it’s over. And even then, you have no time to feel ashamed of your lack of reflexes after all those years you spent training. No, because by then, you’re already right where he wants you to be.

  Sitting on top of him as nothing but a flimsy piece of underwear separates you from the hard, long, and stiff figure now trapped beneath your bottom.

  “Umm…” Your voice starts off quiet as you look at him. Unsure, even. Beneath you, Link still wears a dazed and sleepy look in his eyes. Evidence that he just woke up. But the smile on his face is one of contentment. Triumph. Pride, even. You don’t know how he managed to wake up the moment you turned away from him. You don’t even know how he managed to throw off the sheets and pull you on top of him in the same amount of time either. Yet here you are- looking down at him as he lies beneath you. The hand on your wrist is now slowly, slowly, slowly moving until it finds a new place to settle on: the curve of your ass. “...Good morning, Link!”

  He snorts. The hand on your ass takes a chance to grab at your waist, before moving to slip underneath your sleeping tunic. It makes contact with bare skin as his hand travels around the expanse of your backside. Looking for the next place to conquer and to claim as his own. 

  “Good morning to you too, sunshine.” He mumbles. His voice still carries a bit of huskiness to it. And the sound of it alone hits you hard and hits you deep. Your breath hitches. Your heart rate spikes. And It’s almost shameful how one little voice- a mere few words are able to turn you on this quickly. This easily. “Though I think we should stay in bed for a little bit longer, wouldn’t you agree?”

  Though his hand subtly guiding your body grinding onto his hard cock might have something to do with all this excitement you’re feeling too.

  “Mhm…” You agree easily because there’s nothing more to say. You don’t need convincing. You don’t need to be told that the crops could wait a couple of hours. That your neighbor and their customers would understand if you’re late. You don’t need it all. Instead, you just find yourself folding easily into the touch. Melting easily under his gaze. And matching the rhythm he sets for the two of you as your hips that moving on their own. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. All for his doing. All for both of your pleasure. “Yeah…let’s stay in bed for now.”

  He smiles up at you. Messy hair blocking some of your view of his pretty, now more alert eyes. But you settle for grabbing at his hand and treading your fingers between his. It takes him no time at all for him to pull your joined hands closer to his face and kiss the back of your hand sweetly. Once. Twice. Three times. The moment is sweet. The gesture is gentle. The feeling is innocent. But almost out of habit, you find yourself being the one the break the silence as your hips grind down into him even harder than before. At that, you let out a gasp in surprise as the material of your underwear brushes against your clit from this angle. And beneath you, Link lets out a shuttered breath before going completely still. 

  A second passes. And then another. And another. Until finally…

  His hand lets go of yours.

  And places itself underneath your bottom instead.

  “I think…” 

  He murmurs out loud to the two of you, eyes half-lidded and voice chock-full of a less than innocent emotion. Your hand finds its home resting on his shoulders as he lifts you a couple of inches off of him with one arm. Your eyes find the arm that’s holding your body weight and you find your arousal growing at the show of strength being displayed by a set of strong, toned, and perfect arms. But you’re quickly distracted by the sight. And it’s all because of a feeling. Three simple little feelings that have you drawing your eyes back in surprise to the cocky grin now overtaking your fiance’s handsome expression. How could you blame you? How could you blame either of you?

  For it’s the feeling of your panties being pulled to the side to expose your slick, slick wetness to the entire world as the first.

  “I think I should be inside you right now….”

  And the feeling of the very tip of his stiff, warm cock pushing and teasing at your pretty little cunt as the second.

  “...Right, pretty girl?”

  And the sense of contentment you feel…

  “Right…Link.”

  …to be enjoying such a lazy morning in.

[laniuchiha7]

Dusk Till Dawn Chapter 6:

Why Don't We Go -