#sasuke thirst

You couldn’t quite connect the dots that had led you into this current situation. How you had come to be draped over your neighbour’s strong lap. A hand against the back of your neck, pushing your cheek into the leather sofa whilst the other kneaded and grabbed at your ass.

A growl of appreciation caused your hips to jerk, pressing the globes of your ass further into the palm that was less than gentle with you.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. Flouncing around my house wearing these slutty skirts, just begging for me to do something about it. Enjoyed teasing me, little one?”

Saliva ran from your parted lips, sticking to the decadent leather and all thoughts fled your brain. How you wanted him to move his hand over, the way that he stayed deliberately away from the strip of cotton that covered your pussy was maddening. The damp stain must be noticeable, you could feel your lust soaking against your folds and yet he didn't touch.

Crack!

Your scream was muffled, the blaze of heat stinging your ass from the thunderous smack that was delivered by Sasuke's hand. You wriggled, but it was fruitless, you were stuck fast and his palm massaged the hurt away.

"Tell me this isn't what you want and I'll leave you here until your parents arrive home. Use your big girl words, darling."

The edge of raw desire was masked by the cover of a falsely collected act, and you wanted to break it. To shatter it wholly and have this man, this darkly handsome man fall to his knees for you.

"Want it, Mr Uchiha. Want it so badly. Touch me... please."

He chuckled and it sounded ominous. Your breath hitched when he resumed the rhythmical wandering of his hand, lifting the one from your neck to skate it along your spine to join the other.

"I think we need to find a new name, little one. Mr Uchiha doesn't sound quite right, does it?" he purred like a contented house cat.

Your thoughts scattered once more as a single finger feathered over your panties, circling the evidence of your arousal and humming in quiet appreciation.

"So wet... all for me?"

You mewled your reply, hips twisting in your desperation for more - more friction, more undivided attention - just more.

The edge of cotton was pried away from your slick pussy lips, cool air making you shudder and then he was touching you. Feeling you so wholly that not a part of you felt lacking from his attention.

Dextrous fingers spreading your essence around, parting your folds and expertly teasing your trembling little bud.

You caught a look at him from the corner of your eye; dark hair falling over his face, equally starless eyes so intent on watching what he is doing to you and his bottom lip caught between his teeth. The name flew from your mouth before you could stop it, your heart freezing in your chest at the implication.

"Daddy - fuck!"

He stilled, and you feared what was to come next. Would he stop? Pull you up and walk away? Laugh, or worse?

Two fingers fucked into your cunt, and you were entirely unprepared. The anticipation and teasing had swarmed in your stomach for so long that you came around his fingers instantly. Clamping down on the rough skin that plundered your hole, wetness gushing past his knuckles and coating your thighs and his lap.

"Naughty little one, did Daddy say you could cum? I guess we better start from the top."

Sasuke, like almost every Alpha, was taught to never leave his Omega—especially when bonded— for long periods of time. But alas, he was insistent on travelling the world. He still made his occasional drop by in Konoha but no matter the excuse, his main reason was always to reunite with his Omega; you.

His ruts were stressful to pass but each time his mind lingered on you and your heats. He didn’t expect to encounter another rut when he departed from Konoha two months ago. But days before, he felt the overwhelming need to breed. So, not wanting to spend another rut alone, he booked it back to Konoha.

And that’s how the two got into the position you were in now; pressed into your bed, Sasuke’s arms wrapped around you from behind, his face buried deep in the nape of your neck, hips rocking against your back in a desperate attempt to hump against you. He rutted against you, mind clouded with lust from the heat pheromones you released.

“Sas-... Sasuke,” you whined.

He hushed you as he nipped at your neck, hands rubbing your flat stomach. He couldn’t tell if it was the rut talking or not, but imagining your belly big and round, full of his pups, it only sent him further down into his sex-crazed state. His hands gripped your pants and he rudely tore the pair apart, not having enough patience in slipping off your clothes.

His hips pressed against yours as he sunk deep in you, a low moan rumbling from his throat. His arms squeezed around you as he rocked into you, thrusts deep and thorough. His hand tangled in your hair and tugged back, locking his lips with yours, shoving his tongue in and dancing around with yours.

He watched on, amused and somewhat curious as to what your reaction would be. The man trying to charm you was so obvious that it almost made him feel that burn of second-hand embarrassment.

You smiled politely, yet he could see it didn't quite reach your eyes, that was until you noticed him watching. The shift in your demeanour was startling, and he stood a little straighter.

Oh ho. Was that your hand on his arm? Were you fluttering your dark lashes at your admirer or at him? The buzz of excitement ignited in his tarnished soul.

His smirk was evident even through the poorly lit bar, you were flirting with this man very deliberately and it was cute. Deep down he knew whose arms you would return to. Whose name you would be screaming so loud the whole village heard it.

You could grind that adorable behind on him all you wanted, it was only adding fuel to the already burning fire. So mean to lead this nobody on when he had no hopes of getting his dick wet.

His finger crooked, beckoning up back to him with desire blazing in his crimson eyes.

The playful skip and the bewildered look on your admirer's face forced a quiet chuckle. He welcomed you back to his side, sliding his arm around the small of your back and guiding you towards the door with a sarcastic little wave.

It was time to reassert who you belonged to, not that he had any doubts.

ITACHI Sasuke SHISUI

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The second the man approached your side it was game over. He wasted no time in throwing hands.

Blood was shed, and furniture was wrecked as the most vicious and entirely one-sided bar brawl broke out.

How dare anyone think of talking to you? Didn't they realise who you belonged to? The most deranged and possessive of all men to walk this earth.

Uchiha Sasuke

— Sasuke is a highly processive yandere. The moment he laid his eyes on you, he knew he had to have you to himself. Nobody deserves you but him. Anyone who dared get close to you romantically got on his nerves. Sasuke would love to paint his sword’s blade with their blood. But he couldn’t act so rashly. It’d only push you away from love, from him.

— He did everything from planting falsified evidence of infidelity to death threats. Anything to keep them away from you.

— In his eyes, you belong to him and your body is his to touch and pleasure. Your eyes were supposed to only be on him.

— Bondage isn’t something Sasuke would usually include whenever he’s going down on you, but when a man tries to work his charm on you, he’d bring it in.

— Sure, you did deny the man’s advances but that wasn’t enough for Sasuke. He was making that known to you.

— Once you were home, he’d push you towards the bedroom and toss you onto the bed.

— The moment you were stripped of your clothes, your wrists were bound together by rope tied to the bed frame, exposing your beautiful body to him. But your wrists weren’t enough, he’d tie down your ankles to the ends of the bed; just loose enough to be able to adjust your legs to his desires.

— Seeing you so submissive to him, Sasuke would relish the delightful sight. “What a good kitten…”... “It’s unfortunate that flattery won’t stop your punishment.”

— Next came a blindfold around your eyes. You were left with just your senses of touch and sound.

— It wasn’t long until he’d enter you and start rocking his hips into yours with a rough and ruthless pace. His hands were firmly gripped onto your hips, as if you were going somewhere.

— He’d lean down and nip at your neck and collarbone. “That’s right, kitten, moan my name… Scream it out… Tell the world you’re mine, my perfect little pet~...”

Hatake Kakashi

— Kakashi’s the type of yandere to sit in the background, calculating. He’d observe you, analyzing and admiring everything you did. In his eyes, you did no wrong. But the people around you? Utter scum. They tainted you. He couldn’t have that.

— Your past relationships were always ruined by him pulling the strings in the background. One partner had died taking on a mission that just so happened to be miscategorized in rank, another had suddenly accused you of cheating, and your last had broken up with you all timid and terrified. All led you crawling back to Kakashi for support. Just as he planned.

— Bondage makes its regular appearance in the bedroom with Kakashi. He reads adult novels, of course he’s going to test out some of the text on you.

— And the first thing he tried was bondage.

— The night you two got together, you ended up at his house, more specifically his bedroom. He had you pinned down beneath him while he had been assaulting your neck with love bites and kisses.

— When he asked to try out bondage, you agreed and almost immediately, he had flipped you onto your stomach and he’d already brung out cuffs for your wrists, a blindfold and linked ankle restraints. He had planned this.

— You were at his mercy, resting on your forearms and knees, your behind exposed to only him and it was a sight to behold.

— It took him everything not to just dive right in. You were his obsession and he wanted that known, he wanted you all to himself; but you were delicate. “Such a nice little sight and it’s all for me~”

— As he kneaded your clit with his thumb, he leaned over you, pressing his chest against your back. “Hm, is this what you want, pet?” he’d whisper in your ear, “Beg for it.”

— He loved hearing your mewls and your trembling voice begging, it made his pants grow tighter.

— Eventually, he couldn’t help it and he tugged down his pants before he’d push deep inside you, relishing in the feeling. God, you had felt better than ever. He knew you’d feel this way, and now you were his.

— “There we go~ Yeah, you fucking love this, don’t you, pet? You love it when I ram deep inside you, huh? I bet no other man has treated you like this before.”

— The last sentence was laced with jealousy and anger, but he could only blame himself; he was the one who brought it up. But he transferred his anger into the rough and brutal thrusts his hips slammed into yours.

— You were finally his, after years of chasing you. He wasn’t ever letting you go.