#naruto sasuke

For one as brutal as the self proclaimed avenger, he is surprisingly gentle when it comes to you.

Sasuke doesn’t think, and neither do you, that he possesses the capacity to be anything less than worshipful and reverent towards you. It’s practically ingrained within his being that he has to be careful when handling you. You’re not some hardened ninja capable of withstanding the worst of his touches and the roughest of his handlings, you’re his delicate flower of a wife who needs a lot more patience and coddling than everybody else in the village. And it turns, this translates to being excruciatingly careful and tender during sex. Sessions that last hours until cumming feels more like a chore than a reward. Sasuke holding you tight while doing missionary. 

That was, until that day.

“You once told me that one of the purposes of our marriage was to restore your clan,” You say absentmindedly while serving him tea, and his eye widens. “You decided on a date already? Around this time of the month is my fertile window. Speaking of which! Did you know Ino just go—” He isn’t listening in that moment, his gaze solely focused on the cup of tea you just served him, and then your tummy. He can already see you pregnant, beautiful and glowing and utterly his. He doesn’t think of himself as very fatherly, but does he see you as a mother. How many children does he want? As much as he can, as much as you can handle. And even then, he’ll make sure to hire a sitter if that’s what's required for him to have at least five.

So at night, very kindly taking your fertile window comment as a suggestion. Sasuke sprawls you over the bed. Making sure to get you ready for what’s to come. His hand makes sure to keep your legs spread to accommodate his greedy mouth, aching for a taste of you. Tongue that circles and flicks your clit with the position only a man of his caliber has. Your eyes roll back as he rips out of you the third orgasm of the night.

“W-What’s with you?” You say, out of breath. And he stops his ministrations to look up at you.

“I need to get you pregnant.” Your eyes widen, mouth agape.

“What?”

“Are you being purposefully dense? I need to breed you, ___.” He growls, manhandling you in a fit of rage. His eyes flicker with both lust and need, folding you like a fucking pretzel under his weight and strenght. You gasp, tits squeezing together as your legs almost touch your ears. And he doesn’t waste time, no condom, no lube, no nothing. Raw, with only your slick and his pre mixing together inside you. You throw your head back as he starts to thrust, the mating press making him reach deeper and deeper with every passing moment. You gasp for air, but he doesn't allow you a moment of respite, his movements frenzied, a man possessed, nothing like your gentle, loving Sasuke, he was an entirely different beast in that moment. “I’m going to fill you with cum. I’m going to fuck you stupid. Until all you can think is of me and my cock and the child we are raising together,” He snarls. “And I’ll do it today, and tomorrow, and the day after until you’re pregnant. And I’ll do it again after that, every single fucking year. You’ll carry all of them, you’ll be the mother of my children,” His pace falters when he says that, voice cracking so prettily. “And you’ll like it.”

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