#uchiha x reader

彡 SHIPUDDEN SASUKE X FEM!READER ノangst

request - Could I request some more of Uchiha’s angst;)) with maybe a lil comfort by the end?? ノanon

Months ago, if you knew that Sasuke was slipping into your room, or more so attempting to, you would've reached for the nearest weapon to you. But now, you aren't even startled by his presence anymore, you don't care when your window cracks open softly as he slips through. Now, you don't even get slightly scared when you see that dark silhouette coming in because you know him far too well now, even though you wished deep down you didn't. He causes you so much pain. 

"You should really stop using the window," you whisper, sitting up slowly from beneath your blankets. "One day, my neighbours are gonna think I'm hiding a criminal."

"Well," Sasuke murmurs, shutting the window behind him, "they'd be right." Your throat tightens seeing how the moonlight kisses against the sharp line of his jaw, illuminating his high contrast features, he's so beautiful, is all you can possibly comprehend. It's his beauty that completely erases how much pain he's caused you, mentally and emotionally.

You aren't even sure how much more you can take, that's what you say to yourself after every time he comes and then leaves, but you can't help your heart from swelling when you see him again. You hate how relieved you feel seeing him, that he's safe back to you, before he leaves again.

"You came late," you mumble.

"I'm here, aren't I?"

But this is the problem, isn't it? Sasuke's always been distant with you, no matter how much you've tried to break down his walls, nothing changes how he's always cautious with you. Those thoughts leave once more as he crosses the room to you, standing beside your bed. His cool fingers gently brush your cheek, leaving tingles in their path, and it makes your stomach twist so painfully that you could be sick. 

"I can't stay long," he says, breath tickling your lips after his face closed in on yours slowly, forehead pressed lightly agasint your own, and that ache doesn't go away, the yearning will never go away.

You murmur shakily, "Right."

Silence settles between both of you as you avoid his onyx eyes, looking everywhere but them. Your chest is painfully aching from how you can feel the tension radiating from him, and the room feels square metres too small for the strength of it.

Sasuke notices your expression immediately, how can he not? He always pays attention to the woman he loves, even if it means keeping an arm's length distance from her to keep her safe, even if it means he needs to give the cold shoulder in case he perishes in his upcoming battle.

His brows pull together slightly. "What?"

"Nothing."

"You're upset."

"I said it's nothing."

"You're a terrible liar."

You let out a breath that sounds shakier than you intended. "And you're selfish." You instantly regret it, but the ache in your chest has been building for weeks now, every visit too short, every goodbye too painful for you when all you want is to be with him. "You come here whenever you want," you continue quietly, staring down at your hands. "You disappear for weeks, then you suddenly come."

He says your name softly, but you don't shut up.

"And every time," your voice cracks despite yourself, "every single time I start getting used to having you here again, you leave. And I hate you for that."

You weren't having a full-on sobbing fest, but you were surprisingly well composed and speaking well as the tears slowly dripped from your iris'. You hate this, you hate this so much, you hate crying in front of him, especially about him.

His lips graze your ear while his hand cups your cheeks, thumb soothingly moving up and down, attempting to calm you. "I don't have a choice," he whispers so quietly you almost didn't hear it, and it makes your eyes hurt more.

"Please," your voice trembling quietly, "Sasuke- Please don't say that. Do you even want to stay with me for a little while longer?" You didn't mean to ask him that, but you can't take it anymore, these sleepless nights worrying about him, wondering if he really cares about you, you simply can't. 

Sasuke pulls away almost immediately, and his expression tightens just a little more while his eyes spin into that familiar deep red hue. His hand wraps around your wrist, not rough, never rough with you, just desperate enough to make your pulse stutter. "Don't ask me stupid questions."

"Then answer it."

His grip tightens slightly, and you finally force yourself to look at him properly. Suddenly, you wish you hadn't because he looks exhausted, something beyond physical. "You think I'd risk coming back here if I didn't want you?" he asks quietly.

You swallow hard before breathing quietly out, "I don't know anymore... Sasuke."

Sasuke exhales sharply through his nose and rests his forehead against yours once more. "You make this so difficult for me," he murmurs.

A weak laugh escapes you. "Sorry for wanting my boyfriend to stay longer than ten minutes." You feel his hand slide carefully against your jaw, thumb brushing beneath your eye to catch the tears gathering there.

"I can't stay until morning," he says quietly, and your heart sinks immediately, "but... I can stay a litle longer."

You close your eyes, it shouldn't feel like such a victory, and yet relief floods through you so fast it almost hurts.

"Thank you," you whisper painfully, knowing full well it's going to go back to the way it used to be...

Summary: He is bored and wants to pass the time doing his favorite thing, you

Warnings: edging, fingering, suggestive

Your fan sat useless in the corner, its blades frozen, leaving the room a sweltering sauna. Even with every window cracked open, the air hung heavy, and the whine of mosquitoes buzzed like an unwelcome chorus. You tossed on the bed, sheets twisted around your legs, sweat beading on your forehead. It al made sleep feel like a distant dream.

Summer in the Ground was already horrible due the pollution and dry air and thanks to a trash rain that probably made a refrigerator or something heavier hit the generator at the Cleaners base, there was a power outrage.

You sat on your bed, sweating, feeling like the heat was personally hugging you;

“Hell,” you mutter. “This is literal hell.”

“Hell’s got better scenery,” a voice drawls from your windowsill. “And worse company, but that’s debatable.”

"Can't you use the door?" You asked without looking at him as he entered your room.

"Nah, breaking in's more fun" Enjin stepped inside. He was wearing a white tank top and some baggy cotton grey pants that normally would make you get all over him but tonight, only the mere mention of anything physical made you crawl under your skin. "Can't sleep either?"

"How can anyone sleep inside this fucking oven?"

He chuckled, low and easy, kicking off his soaked shoes and padding over to the bed in his socks. He flopped down beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight, and propped himself up on one elbow. His eyes, sharp and playful, scanned your flushed face. "Came to check if you haven't died from the heat already"

"Nearly there" You sighned "And these damn bloodsuckers don't leave me alone" You said while slapping one mosquito away.

Enjin’s eyes drifted slowly down your body, almost with a hint of sympathy. Your hair clung to your forehead, damp with heat, and you were wearing only your smallest pajamas, no bra beneath them. He leaned back, his grin turning mischievous as his gaze lingered on you. “What if,” he said lightly, “we just ditched the clothes? Let the air hit our skin...And who knows—might help us fall asleep faster. No sticky fabric trapping all that heat.”

You raised a brow, giving him a skeptical look. “That’s why you came here?”

He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Nope. I came to check on my lovely girlfriend.” His eyes flicked back to you, warm despite the teasing glint. “The idea just popped into my mind.”

He gave you an unapologetically smug grin and moved his hand to cup one of your breasts. “Besides, it’s hard not to, seeing you like this. You look like you’re melting.”

“Exactly,” you said, slapping his hand away. “It’s way too hot for that.”

"C'mon, princess. Like, look, if we are naked we might cool down a bit. Besides, it would help us pass the time and sleep better. There are only benefits"

You stared at him for a moment, trying to decide if he had finally lost his mind. Part of you was convinced he was just horny and hiding it behind flimsy logic. Another part wondered if the heat had cooked his brain beyond repair. And yet… annoyingly enough, there was that third thought, quietly intruding: it kind of made sense. Less fabric, more air, cooler skin. You hated that he might actually be onto something—even more so because he clearly knew it.

You were already in hell so...

“Fine,” you muttered, meeting his yellow eyes.

Enjin’s expression shifted instantly, that playful spark igniting into something hungrier. He sat up first, peeling off his damp shirt in one fluid motion. The fabric slid away to reveal the lean muscles of his torso, inked with the tattoos he knew you loved. He tossed the shirt aside without a second thought.

Then his thumbs hooked into his waistband, pushing his pants and boxers down in one easy motion before he kicked them away. His cock hung half-hard already.

“Like what you see, baby?” he murmured, catching the way your gaze lingered on him from the bed.

“Quite a lot, actually.”

He smirked and leaned over you, pressing a slow, lingering peck to your lips. “Let me see you too, yeah?” His voice dropped, softer now. “You know you drive me crazy.”

You lifted your hips slightly, and he took the invitation without hesitation, tugging your shorts down. Your shirt followed soon after, tossed aside just like the rest.

He looked you over, satisfied. “See? This is much better, isn’t it?”

You shifted on the sheets, the fabric now feeling rougher without clothes to buffer it, but yeah, it was marginally cooler. Still, admitting that to him? No way. Not when he was lounging there like he'd just solved world hunger. "It's... tolerable," you said finally, crossing your arms over your chest in a half-hearted attempt at modesty, though the gesture felt pointless now.

"Tolerable? That's a code for 'you were right'" His free hand drifting to trace the curve of your hip with feather-light fingers before moving to your inner thights and eadge of your folds.

You rolled your eyes "You're just fishing for an ego boost."

He grinned wider, undeterred, propping himself up on his elbow to hover a bit closer. His breath fanned warm across your collarbone, and he dipped his head to press an open-mouthed kiss there, tongue flicking out to taste the salt on your skin. "Nah, you are just stubborn, but I like that about you"

Enjin's thumb finally slide across your slit, up and down once before stopping above your clit and applying pressure on it.

"Tell you what—say the words, and I'll make this night way more than tolerable. Or keep denying it, and I'll just have to fuck the truth outta you. Your call, princess."

A shiver ran through you, the dual assault of his words and his finger sending a throb straight to your cunt, which made him smirk. You arched slightly, hating how responsive you were, but the heat had frayed your nerves, making every sensation a little sharper.

Hiii!! Thank you for all your love. It really warms my heart.

And to answer you…

I feel like you’d have to ask him 50 times a day, really insist, for him to tell you about his first kiss—because in his head it was so stupid and, worse, it was with Naruto. How the fuck is he supposed to explain that, huh? And when he finally does say something about it, he’s going to make you swear on your life that you won’t mutter a word about it.

You can tell by his painful expression that if you joke about it even a little more, a vein is going to pop on his forehead. And when he sees you laughing until you’re out of breath, saying you thought you should be worried about Sakura and not Naruto—that’s the exact moment he regrets ever telling you. (Keep bullying him. Only you can do that.)

And regarding his first time, in my head, Sasuke was so lost in his desire for revenge. Killing his brother, then destroying the village. This man didn’t even have the time to think about wanting someone, because he was too busy training every day to reach his goal. So you were his first time.

And that’s also nice to imagine, because I picture him being so nervous in that moment. He doesn’t want to hurt you, but he’s also so eager to please, to feel—to finally feel something—and to have you on his skin, that he doesn’t recognize himself for a second. He did masturbate a few times, especially after dating you, but nothing ever felt similar or even close to the feeling of having you under him, of being inside you, the woman he loves.

That's such lovely thing to imagine. He was so full of himself back then and after everything that had happened to him as a child, the last thing he expects it's for someone to protect him

Team 7 was assigned what was presented as a simple C-rank escort mission: to protect Tazuna, a bridge builder, on his return to the Land of Waves. And everything was fine on the road until two figures burst from the puddle, metal flashing, the whir of the chain slicing the air. You moved at the same instant as Kakashi, no hesitation, no thought. Your body reacted before fear could catch up. That's when you see a shukiren snapped toward Sasuke’s blind side.

You don’t know why, but you didn’t shout his name. You didn’t think. You just ran toward him. You raised your hand instinctively, and pain exploded as steel met flesh. The shuriken struck your bone instead of his throat, tearing through your palm and splattering blood onto the dirt.

I think the possibility of Itachi being a bad person would explain a lot, and it makes much more sense with the narrative.

"Oh, he wanted to avoid war and couldn't kill his little brother"

He killed his whole clan 😮‍💨 for some old man who thought his family was just a weapon. We see what Danzo did to the Uchihas (I was so happy when Sasuke killed that fucking piece of shit and also sad for seeing him so lost). Plus, made his little brother watch his parents being killed over and over again to the point he was throwing up and passing out on the floor '-' also terrorized that kid and chased him around making small sasuke think he would be killed too.

And years later, they met again and what does Itachi do? Traumatizes the boy even more.

In the scenes that Itachi is shown to us, there's nothing that justifies his actions or collaborates to the idea that he is a martyr. So yes, it would have made much more sense.