#sub sasuke

Reporting to Kakashi Hatake still felt odd to you.

It wasn’t just the title—Hokage—that made it strange. It was the man himself. The same lazy, perpetually late jonin who used to lounge on rooftops with an orange book in hand now sat behind the Hokage’s desk, draped in authority as if it had always belonged to him. The transition felt too seamless, like something important had shifted while you weren’t looking.

As a high-ranking jonin, you had always reported to Lady Tsunade, the Fifth Hokage, a woman whose presence alone could silence a room. Her orders had been sharp, decisive, impossible to misinterpret. Kakashi… was different. Quieter. More measured. There was a weight behind his visible eye now, something heavier than before.

While, yes, you had always known there would eventually be another Hokage, you never expected the Copy Ninja of the Leaf to take on such a role.

It was unexpected.

A pleasant surprise, though.

Because of that familiarity, however distant, you found yourself slightly more at ease. He had been the sensei of the class just after yours, leading Team Seven through chaos, war, and survival. You had heard enough stories, seen enough glimpses, to know the kind of shinobi he was.

And now, at twenty-two years old, you stood in front of his desk.

The office smelled faintly of ink and parchment, sunlight spilling in through the tall windows behind him, catching on the edges of neatly stacked paperwork. Everything was orderly—almost too orderly, as if compensating for the man sitting behind it.

You stood straight, uniform crisp, hands relaxed at your sides but ready.

Kakashi looked up at you after a long, drawn-out sigh, closing a folder with a soft thud before sliding it across the desk. The motion was casual, but deliberate.

“There have been rumors,” he began, voice even, “of lingering threats from Kaguya’s era.”

Your eyes flickered down to the folder but didn’t open it just yet.

“I was wondering if you could take on that role.” His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary, as if weighing something unspoken. “It’ll be a long journey, so you have every right to decline this one.”

The room fell quiet after that.

You could say no. The option sat there, real and tangible. Missions like these weren’t simple, they stretched on for weeks, sometimes months, chasing whispers and shadows left behind by something far older than any of you.

But this wasn’t just any assignment.

This was a direct request from the Hokage.

And something about the way he asked—not ordered, but asked—made refusal feel… wrong. “I’ll take it,” you said finally, your voice steady.

Kakashi’s visible eye softened ever so slightly, something like approval passing through it. “I thought you might.”

What you didn’t expect, what he didn’t mention, was that you wouldn’t be doing it alone.

—

You didn’t know much about Sasuke.

Only what the village had decided you needed to know.

That he had been a threat once. A missing-nin. A name stamped into mission briefs with a severity that made even seasoned jonin go quiet for half a second before continuing.

And you remembered the assignment they gave you long ago. Not because it was important.

Because it was the first time a mission had actually stuck with you after it was over.

Uchiha Sasuke—to be killed on sight.

You could still recall the weight of the scroll when it was placed in your hands. No hesitation from the messenger. No explanation beyond necessity. The ink had been dry, final, absolute. A conclusion written before you ever stepped into the field.

Back then, he wasn’t a person in your mind.

He was a target.

A moving problem.

A threat that needed removing before it became something worse. The encounter itself came back in fragments when you allowed it to.

The forest had been darker than this one—older trees, thicker canopy, the kind of place where sound didn’t travel right and even sunlight felt like it had to fight to reach the ground. Mist clung low to the earth, curling around your ankles as you moved through it, silent and precise.

You had found him faster than expected during that mission. Or maybe he had let you.

You never decided which version bothered you more.

There had been no warning.

Just the sudden shift in air pressure—like the forest itself had flinched.

Then movement.

Too fast to track cleanly at first. A blur cutting through the trees, forcing you to pivot on instinct rather than sight. Your first attack went wide. Your second barely met resistance before being redirected like it meant nothing at all.

And then you understood, in a cold, sinking way, that this wasn’t going to be a clean execution.

It was going to be a fight for survival. The ground cracked beneath you as you were forced back, boots sliding through wet earth and scattered roots. A jutsu formed too late on your hands—half-completed, broken apart mid-activation. Heat flashed across your side where his strike had grazed you, sharp enough to steal your breath for a fraction of a second.

Not enough to kill.

Just enough to remind you that he could have.

That he chose not to.

You remember hitting the trunk of a tree hard enough to feel it through your spine, the world tilting for a second as leaves rained down from above. Somewhere to your left, your weapon lay half-buried in the dirt where it had been knocked free.

And Sasuke—

Sasuke didn’t look rushed.

Didn’t look uncertain. Just there. Watching. Measuring. Fuck he scared you that time. Like he was deciding whether you were worth finishing or simply not worth the effort. That was when the second wave hit.

Not from you.

From elsewhere.

A blur of orange and pink crashing through the treeline—Naruto first, loud even in motion, followed by Sakura with controlled precision that shattered the stillness of the clearing. The air shifted immediately. The balance changed. Pressure eased just slightly off your lungs.

And just like that, the moment broke apart.

Sasuke was gone seconds later, swallowed back into the forest like he had never been there at all.

You had stood there after it ended, breathing hard, dirt on your sleeves, a faint ache blooming under your ribs that lingered longer than it should have.

Not because you lost.

But because you understood, very clearly, that you hadn’t been spared by skill. You had been spared by timing.

And now, years later, that same man walked beside you as if none of it had ever happened at all.

“Nice to see you again.”

Your voice broke the silence first.

Casual. Good.

But your arms stayed crossed as you kept pace beside him, boots pressing into the forest floor with soft, rhythmic crunches. Autumn had fully claimed the road between Konoha and the outlying territories, trees painted in burnt gold and deep amber, leaves drifting down in slow spirals like ash caught in a gentler fire.

Each step scattered them beneath you.

The air was cool enough to sharpen your senses, but not enough to bite. Just enough to make you aware of everything: the shift of wind through branches, the distant call of birds overhead, the faint creak of wood somewhere deeper in the forest where something unseen moved.

Sasuke didn’t respond immediately.

“…Right.”

It wasn’t dismissive. It wasn’t warm either.

Just… careful. Like every word had to pass inspection before it was allowed to exist in the air between you. Another stretch of silence followed, long enough that it started to feel like its own kind of presence. Not uncomfortable. Not peaceful either. Just there, like the forest itself was listening and refusing to interrupt.

You exhaled through your nose and let your arms fall loose.

Then, in a shift of posture that looked almost lazy, you slid your hands behind your head instead, elbows angled outward as you kept walking. The motion wasn’t carelessness, of course not, any trained shinobi would recognize it as controlled ease. A stance that looked relaxed while still keeping everything within reach. Your guard didn’t drop though

“You don’t have to be so awkward about it,” you said finally, glancing forward rather than at him. “The past is in the past, Uchiha.”

His name landed a little sharper than you intended. Not anger. Just habit. Memory. The residue of old mission reports and briefings where his name had been followed by instructions like terminate on sight.

Sasuke’s gaze shifted slightly, not toward you but away, toward the trees lining the path. Their branches swayed gently overhead, sunlight filtering through in broken patches that flickered across his face as he walked.

For a moment, he looked less like a legend and more like someone trying to decide where to place his thoughts.

“I apo—”

“Don’t.”

The word cut in cleanly.

Not harsh. Just immediate.

You clicked your tongue lightly, eyes still forward, expression neutral in a way that didn’t quite match the edge in your voice. “Seriously. Don’t do that.”

His mouth closed.

The silence returned, but it had changed slightly—tightened at the edges, like something briefly exposed and quickly covered again.

You shifted your gaze toward the path ahead.

“I’m not upset,” you added after a moment, softer now, though still matter-of-fact. “If anything, I should be the one apologizing. I was sent after you.”

A pause.

The forest dipped slightly downward here, the path narrowing as roots began to snake across the dirt like old veins. Leaves collected in the dips between them, damp in places where morning mist had yet to fully burn off.

“I didn’t know you,” you continued, stepping over a thick root without breaking stride. “I still don’t, really.”

That part lingered for both of you.

Not as accusation..

As fact.

Because that was the truth sitting quietly between you both, he wasn’t someone you had history with in the personal sense. Not a rival. Not a friend. Not even an enemy you had chosen. Just a name you had been ordered to erase once. Nothing personal, basically.

You let out a slow breath.

“I don’t judge you for what you did back then,” you said finally, voice even again. “I don’t know your motives. I don’t know what you were carrying. Nor do I care. We're just here..to do our job."

A faint gust moved through the trees then, lifting a cluster of leaves off the ground. They swirled between you for a second before drifting off the path entirely, disappearing into the undergrowth.

Your eyes stayed forward.

It had shape.

And somewhere in it, Sasuke’s presence beside you felt a little less distant than before.

“Yeah.”

—

You could tell he wasn’t a man of many words.

Not in the way some people chose silence to seem mysterious or distant. His quiet felt… earned. Like it had been carved into him over time, piece by piece, until speaking simply became unnecessary.

You didn’t blame him for that. Not really.

Despite how little you actually knew about him, there were certain things that didn’t need explanation. No one could walk through the kind of history his name carried and come out of it unchanged—lighter, louder, untouched.

He wasn’t any of those things.

If anything, he felt like the aftermath of something.

The embodiment of loss.

—

By the time the sun dipped low enough to stain the sky in dull shades of orange and fading gold, the two of you had reached a small village resting just outside the broader territory of Konoha. It wasn’t much—just a cluster of wooden buildings, narrow dirt roads, and paper lanterns strung lazily between posts, some already flickering to life as evening crept in.

There was a quiet kind of liveliness to it, though.

Stalls half-packed for the night, the faint smell of grilled food lingering in the air, villagers moving with a subtle sense of anticipation. Bits of conversation drifted past you, mentions of a festival, preparations, visitors arriving from neighboring areas.

It explained the crowd.

And the problem that came with it.

“There’s only one room left,” the innkeeper had said, voice apologetic but firm. “Festival’s tomorrow. Everything’s been booked for days.”

One room.

One bed.

You had opened your mouth, maybe to suggest finding somewhere else, maybe to offer taking the floor yourself—but Sasuke had already reached into his sleeve, placing the payment down without hesitation.

No discussion.

No glance in your direction to confirm.

Just a quiet, decisive end to the matter.

You watched him for half a second longer than necessary before following him upstairs.

You’d repay him later. Food, at least.

—

The room itself was simple.

Tatami mats lined the floor, clean but worn at the edges. A low wooden table sat near the center, a single lantern casting a soft, golden glow that flickered gently against the paper walls. The faint scent of fresh linen mixed with something older? Wood, maybe, or time itself?

And, as promised by the receptionist..

One fucking bed.

It wasn’t particularly small, but it wasn’t generous either. Just enough space to make things… noticeable.

You stepped inside first, already reaching to unfasten your jonin vest, the familiar weight lifting from your shoulders as you set it aside neatly. The tension of the day clung to your muscles in a way you hadn’t fully registered until now.

A break was necessary. Expected, even. As a tired shinobi could be considered a liability. And neither of you could afford that, not on a mission like this.

You rolled your shoulders slightly, exhaling under your breath, then paused. Sasuke had already moved to the far side of the room.

Not toward the bed.

The floor.

You turned your head just in time to see him settle down with quiet efficiency, like it had already been decided long before either of you stepped inside. No hesitation. No second thought. Just distance, drawn cleanly between you without a word.

Your brow lifted immediately.

“You’re definitely not sleeping there.”

Your voice cut through the room, firm without being sharp.

Sasuke didn’t look at you right away. He adjusted his position slightly, one knee bending as he leaned back just enough to get comfortable, like your words hadn’t quite registered as something requiring response. Or maybe he just didn’t think they would change anything.

“You’re not sleeping on the floor—”

“Nope.”

The response came fast this time.

Flat. Final.

Not rude.

Just… decided.

You stared at him for a second, something between disbelief and irritation flickering across your expression.

He still hadn’t looked at you.

Like this was easier. Like distance—physical, deliberate distance—was the most natural solution he could offer. And for a brief moment, the room felt smaller than it actually was, the space between the bed and the floor carrying more weight than it should have.

You let out a quiet breath through your nose, arms folding loosely across your chest as you studied him.

“Seriously?” you muttered.

Still nothing.

No argument. No explanation.

Just silence.

But not the same kind from earlier.

This one had intent behind it.

Perhaps it had been a bad idea to suggest sharing the bed. At the time, it felt like the most logical option—rest was important, and neither of you could afford to be careless on a mission like this. But now, lying there in the dim glow of the lantern, logic felt very far away. You weren’t sure if it was the quiet rhythm of his breathing, softer than you expected, or the lingering awareness of every slight shift he made beside you, but something in your chest refused to settle. The tension didn’t fade with the dark—it grew, stretched thin between you both until it felt almost tangible.

Sasuke lay on his right side, back facing you, close enough that you could feel the faint warmth of him through the blankets. Without his usual layers, without the weight of his cloak or sword, he seemed… different. Less guarded. His dark hair was slightly disheveled from sleep, strands brushing against the pillow, and the loose fabric of his shirt clung just enough to trace the shape of his back as he breathed. Your gaze drifted—slow, unintentional at first, then lingering. Down the line of his shoulders, the curve of his waist, the way the blanket dipped and rose over him.

You swallowed softly.

Your hand moved before you could really think about it, slow and careful, like testing the reality of the moment. Your fingers brushed against him, then settled—light, fleeting, but undeniably there. Warm. Solid.

You froze the second after.

Oh.

You definitely shouldn’t have done that. But you just couldn't help yourself, huh?

“What are you doing?”

You yelp quietly, the sound catching in your throat as you yank your hand back like you’d been burned, immediately going still, eyes shut, body stiff, pretending to be asleep like that would somehow undo it.

Silence presses in for half a second.

“You cannot be serious right now—”

You sit up quickly, the blanket slipping down your chest as you scramble for words, heat rushing to your face. “Sorry—sorry! It looked nice—!”

There’s a pause, and when you finally look at him, he’s already turned slightly, propped up just enough to face you.

“…Nice?” he repeats, slower this time.

“Yes—yes,” you insist, nodding a little too fast, like committing to it might save you. Your eyes flicker, briefly, instinctively, to the absence of his left arm before returning to his face. His hair is messier now, falling into his eyes, and for once, his expression isn’t carefully composed. There’s something caught there, something unguarded.

“Say that again… please.”

Your breath hitches, just slightly. It’s the last thing you expected from him..that softness, that quiet request. And then you notice it, the faint flush across his cheeks, subtle but there, unmistakable against his usual calm.

Your own expression softens without you realizing it. “…It looked nice,” you repeat, quieter this time. The words settle differently now. The air shifts.

Not abruptly, not loudly, but enough that the space between you feels smaller, warmer, charged with something that wasn’t there before. Sasuke doesn’t look away, his gaze holding yours in a way that feels steady but uncertain at the edges, like he’s stepping into something unfamiliar.

And you don’t look away either.

What had been tension—carefully ignored, tightly held—begins to change shape, softening into something heavier, something that lingers in the quiet between your breaths.

You had thought this might ease the distance between you.

It did.

Just not in the way you expected.

And whatever line had existed before—

It didn’t stay untouched for long.

It escalated.

Badly.

At the moment, your hand had pushed Sasuke down flat on the bed, on his tummy.

You were both now bare as the situation had been escalated to a sloppy makeout, to taking off your clothes..and to finally, this.

You truly didn’t think your travels with the guy you once almost got killed by would be so..submissive.

He cries out as your wet muscle grazes his asshole, your hands gripping to each cheek to further spread him and gain more access to him.

You feel the slight movement of his back arching, his leg slightly kicking up as your tongue enters him. You then take out your tongue upon tasting him and opt for spitting onto it instead.

You then lay down next to him, but not fully. Your upper body is still up as you support yourself on one elbow while your hand smacks down his ass.

You can only grin upon his whine, watching as he further shoves his face into the pillow as you insert your index finger.

You were starting off slow, opting for one finger as you decided to feel him out first--Stretch him.

“That feel good, Uchiha?”

You coo at him, watching as he keeps struggling against just one finger. Yet the blush on his ears assured you he wanted this.

“S..Sasuke.”

He corrects you, wishing to be called by his first name instead.

You raise an eyebrow at this, feeling your heart clench at the sight of him moving his head to face you, his cheeks flushed and his eyes a bit teary.

“Sasuke?”

His name rolls out your tongue, inserting a second finger as you do so. You were experimenting both ways, figuring out how it felt to say his name.

“Huh, I’m two fingers in you and I never told you my name.”

You chuckle at the realization, watching Sasuke squirm next to you, your fingers feeling a fleshy pad when you curve them.

“[Name]! Its [Full Name]--”

He whines out, you wonder as to how he knew that. Perhaps he had heard about you from his teammates. You were skilled at your job after all. His hands clench the bedsheets tightly as his back further arches, moaning and whimpering at the feeling of your fingers directly grazing his g spot.

After that short formal introduction, despite it being oddly intimate, there wasn’t a whole lot of talking.

You curl your fingers inside of him, wanting to feel more of that spongey spot you had felt a couple of times. His g-spot, as previously stated.

Sasuke’s face smushes further onto the pillow, his hips rolling back as he craved more of that.

So you continue finger fucking him for one more minute before popping out your fingers to which he whines in desperation due to the sudden lack of nothing. You almost laugh at how his hole clenches due to this. Was this really the same Sasuke?

It was.

You quickly notice just how beautiful Sasuke looks underneath you. You had flipped him over to lay on his back and brought his legs to your hips. You gently trace his pale scarred skin with your index finger, watching as he lightly shivers. Most likely goosebumps.

Your lips contort into a small grin as you get comfortable on top, slowly sliding his dick inside of you. The position wasn’t uncomfortable by any means, it actually brought more fun to it.

You were obviously in control here.

You watch as Sasuke finally opens his eyes, wide at the sudden feeling of your pussy engulfing his dick whole.

You buck your hips downward, the entirety of his cock going inside of you in one go.

Your hands hold onto his legs for both support and to prevent him from moving from where he was. You both moan loudly at the sensation, Sasuke’s moan being slightly more of a whimper than anything.

You move your right hand from his leg and use it to instead move his hair away from his face. His rinnegan was activated and it slightly glowed in the dark. You notice just how..pretty he looked like this.

He makes eye contact with you, to which you have to respond.

He looked so fucking good.

You finally let go of his legs and he simply keeps them up against your sides. You then lean down and capture his lips against yours.

He quickly responds by kissing you back, placing his hand on your shoulder.

Then, you finally begin to move up and down, his cock sliding deeper inside of you with each movement due to the position you two were at.

As he whines into the kiss, you take the opportunity to slide your tongue inside. It was very sloppy kiss due to the fact your body kept moving to keep fucking Sasuke, but you managed nonetheless.

Despite just starting, his length was sufficient enough to bring you immense pleasure which meant; you were about to cum.

Sasuke feels your pussy clench around him and that definitely has him to the edge.

“W–Wait– oh–”

Sasuke clenches the sheet underneath his body, the headboard banging against the wall as you continue your movements.

You smirk and bring your legs over his, his legs finally flopping down onto the mattress. You continue to ride him normally. His cheeks flush as he’s able to see your body going up and down on him. Your breasts are bouncing with every movement. His arm reaches behind him and his hand grips onto the headboard, his lips forming an “O” as he looks up into the ceiling.

Fuck it felt so good.

Your back arches as you pick up your movements–reaching for your own release. Soon enough, you find yourself pulling his dick out of yourself. You stay hovering over it as you start to play with your pussy, moaning severely as a clear liquid gushes out onto his lap. Upon seeing this, Sasuke uses his right hand to start jerking himself off too.

The sight was unholy–

You squirting onto sasuke’s lap– him jerking off rapidly to cum too.

He finally does when you make eye contact with him, he cries out as he cums, you only feel one or two ropes of that hot sticky substance on your inner thigh as you are still hovering over his dick.

Finally, you crawl off his lap and flop next to sasuke, face smushed into the pillow.

Sasuke was panting a bit, trying to catch up his breath as he came back into reality.

He blinks twice then looks to the side, to look at you.

You only held a thumbs up lazily–

When Sasuke and his alpha first got together, some people used to giggle and poke fun at how different they looked standing next to each other. And begrudgingly, Sasuke had to acknowledge they had a point.

Sasuke was powerful of course, he was stronger than almost every person in the village, but his physique was smaller, lither, and easily hidden beneath his chosen baggy clothes. His pale complexion simply added to the effect because his exclusively black wardrobe seemed to swallow him.

But his alpha was different. Taller than him, broader than him. They also had a certain presence that Sasuke did not, mainly because Sasuke refused to speak or interact with strangers.

They were a burning sun and Sasuke felt like a little black hole when he stood next to them.

And when their clothes were off, the differences continue.

…

“You’re so cute down here, I love it,” you cooed, pressing a kiss to the top of his half hard cock. Sasuke could tell his face was red and he tried to will the blush away.

“I’m not cute,” he grumbled, half-heartedly pushing you away. He was… average, thank you very much.

“Hmm,” you gave a little smile as you pretended to think on it. “Nope, definitely cute.”

You nuzzled affectionately at his crotch and Sasuke felt his cock give a very noticeable interested twitch. Traitor.

To further Sasuke’s embarrassment, you laughed at the twitch and then proceeded to take him into your mouth, engulfing him immediately. Sasuke barely supressed a yelp at the sudden onslaught of warm pleasure.

You sucked aggressively for about thirty seconds, maintaining eye contact throughout (eye contact that Sasuke did not meet because, jeez you were going to kill him doing this) before pulling off with an obscene pop.

And then you paused as though lost in though. Was Sasuke not engaging enough to keep your attention? He huffed indignantly and opened his mouth to say something, but you were faster.

“There are better positions for this.”

And with that, you leant down and grabbed Sasuke up off the bed.

This time, Sasuke actually did yelp as he quickly closed his bare legs around your equally bare body for some stability.

“What are you playing at, idiot?”

You sat back down on the bed, now with Sasuke on your lap, completely ignoring his question. The audacity.

“Answer my quest-“

You slotted your hands under him and suddenly lifted him into the air, hooking his legs over your shoulders, his entire weight quite literally resting in your palms.

“You can’t just throw me around like-!”

You took advantage of your new position and slipped Sasuke’s hard cock back into your mouth, forcing Sasuke to end his sentence as a rush of air left him at the welcome sensation.

Your mouth was warm and your tongue skilful. All the complaints flew from Sasuke’s mind in an instant and he wrapped his legs around your head and gripped your arms to balance himself. You were holding him up so effortlessly. Why did that make his stomach flip so much?

All at once, Sasuke found himself plummeting towards what would be a humiliatingly fast orgasm. He felt like he was burning up from the inside, and oh fuck, he was definitely dripping slick onto your lap.

If he listened closely, he could hear the gentle splashes his slick was making as his fell in droplets onto your bare thighs.

“Stop! I’m close!” Sasuke finally found the strength to speak and his words tumbled from his mouth louder than he had intended.

You immediately let his cock fall out of your mouth, the sudden rush of cold air making Sasuke shiver.

Slowly but effortlessly, you manoeuvred Sasuke onto your lap so that he was facing you with a single leg on either side of you, close enough that your cocks were bumping up against each other.

And immediately Sasuke remember how this whole things started.  

You giggled as Sasuke’s cock was almost completely obscured by yours and Sasuke pursed his lips at how small he looked against you.

“Stop laughing, idiot, you’re the one whose freakishly abnormal,” Sasuke huffed. He tried to shift his hips back, but you tightened your grip and simply dragged him back in. Sasuke quickly realised that he had left a trail of slick on your lap and it killed any retort that might have been brewing in his mind, so instead he levelled an embarrassed glare at you.

You weren’t fazed for even a second. In fact, you leant in the way you always did when he was frowning and kissed him.

And as much as he tried to stop it, a shadow of a smile crept onto his face. He hit you lightly on the shoulder to stop you from noticing his smile. He had to maintain some semblance of dignity… even if it felt like a losing battle at this point.

“We need to leave for our dinner reservations in an hour, Sasuke, so stop sulking and let me show you how much I appreciate how cute you are,” you said with a teasing grin.

“…”

“…”

“Hn. Fine.”

You smiled at him and lifted his chin with your hand to guide him to look you in the eye, even though you knew what that would do to him. Tch, you lived to embarrass him, he shouldn’t be surprised at this point.

“I love you, you know.”

Case in point.

Sasuke tried very hard not to startle at your words. He suddenly felt a need to flee. He- He- He couldn’t say it, not right now. But he didn’t want you to… think he didn’t care.

So, with a blush that could rival the sun he had humiliatingly found himself comparing you to more than one, he pressed a very light kiss to the hand that was still cupping his face.

The look you gave him in return made him feel like he was going to melt. Where did you learn to make him feel like this? How did you know always know what was going on inside his head?

“Here,” you interrupted the silence, taking one of his hands and laying it on your cock before resting on of yours on his. “Let’s help each other so we can make the dinner on time, because personally I don’t feel like Naruto barging in to drag us there will be very fun.”

Sasuke snorted. He could relax now, glad that the atmosphere was less intense. With an eager smirk, he grabbed your cock and rubbed his thumb over the end as you hissed in pleasure. You cock filled Sasuke’s hand completely, hot and pulsing.

But you only needed two fingers to jerk him off.

Sasuke felt like he should be mad or self-conscious but fuck the thought that you could literally cover his entire cock with a couple of fingers made him feel like his skin was on fire. He was so small compared to you, so tiny, so easy to grab and toss around… Sasuke shivered from head to toe.

You both continued mutual handjobs in silence for a while, basking in the feelings and delicious scents. You looked blissed, giving these little groans every so often that made Sasuke twitch rather violently in your hand. Sasuke was mainly trying to focus on not cumming too quickly after you had edged him earlier.

He was hyper aware of how much slick he was leaking onto your lap now. And apparently, so were you.

“You’re so wet,” you whispered heatedly. “Do you like it when I touch your cute little cock like this?”

Sasuke felt himself clench around nothing.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, despite the fact that he was obviously bucking up into your hands and releasing a scent strong enough to tempt even the most stoic alphas.

“Of fuck, Sasuke, your hand feels so good, I’m not going to last longer with you dripping slick all over me and pumping out your scent like you’re in heat.”

Sasuke must have been closer than he thought because those words knocked him over the edge as solidly as a punch to the stomach.

He buried his face in your shoulder and tried to smother his strangled moan as he came all over your hand, losing the grip he had on your cock in the process. Distantly, he felt you sneak a hand around his back to catch some of his dripping slick. Pervert.

Sasuke panted as he came down from his high, feeling a little weak at the knees and glad that he was sitting down. It was only when he felt something poking his stomach that he realised he had left you hanging while he enjoyed his own orgasm. Shit.

He pulled away and went to grab you again, but you caught his hand.

“Don’t worry about me,” you smiled, swooping in to kiss him on the nose. “We won’t have enough time to shower and get going if we continue and I don’t want to be late.”

Sasuke glanced over at the clock on his bedside table and scoffed. They still had half an hour. It was almost insulting that you thought he couldn’t get you off fast enough.