Summary - An awkward moment while sharing a bed leads to an interesting morning.
Word Count - 5864
Warnings - Swearing (duh), injury (very slight),smut,
oral sex/face riding (female), fingering, unsafe sex (remember irl to wrap it before you tap it)
A\N - This was written for mine and Jill’s Hubba Bubba Birthday writing challenge. Thank you to @sis-tafics for reading through and encouraging me. And a special thank you to @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog for betaing. You ladies are the absolute best!
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Long, calloused fingers grip you tightly, digging into your soft curves as his hands pull you flush against his body. The heat spreads, radiating from him to sink into your bones, flowing through you to settle heavily in your center. The strength in the arms wrapping around you, the firmness of his chest against your full breasts, the gentleness of his hands as they caress you, all of it makes your breath slow, your heart race. You can’t hold back the low whine in your throat when you feel his hardening length pressing against your lower belly. He dips his head to nuzzle into your neck, his warm breath fanning over you. He nudges your head back further, the scruff on his jaw a delicious burn on your skin. Soft sighs catch in your throat as his lips glide over you and you can feel his cock twitch against you in response.
“You need to relax,” One set of words whispered against the
shell of your ear, the harsh husk of his voice sending a violent thudding straight
through the center of your chest. You turned to face the devilish curve of his feline
lips, perfectly paired with darkened eyes that insinuated everything that he
was thinking of in that moment. But you didn’t even have time to contemplate a
response, a response that would have without a doubt been shaky and tortured,
before a second set of words appeared.
“Yeah, let us take
care of you,” Was whispered in a deep timbre at the side of your neck, so low
and lustful that it caused a string of delectable vibrations to scatter across
your skin. You moved almost immediately at the sound of his voice, eyes
catching the way his lips transformed into a boxy-smile.
Never ever ignore is messages after everything that happened
(Baby Boo) Hey you wanna hang out at the diner? eating some fries and letting time pass by? (read 6:54 pm)
(Baby Boo) I’m starting to get worried (send 7:03 pm)
(Baby Boo) nvm what you doing, I’m coming over now (send 7:16 pm)
“Is it normal that you are so small?”, Zach said while he used you as an armrest.
Zach’s late night texts because he cannot sleep
(Baby Boo) Hey you up? (read 3:23 am)
(Me) It’s 3 am, of course not. (read 3:24 am)
(Baby Boo) LOL (send 3:24 am)
His parents dislike you because you are friends with Clay Jensen
“Why are you so sure that they hate you?”, Zach groaned as he heard you complain about his parents and unlocked the front door of his house. you rolled my eyes in annoyance and whispered loud enough:“Are you kidding me? The death glare that they are always giving me when they see me?”
Random presents during the day
“Are these roses for me?”, you smiled when your eyes caught the red roses on the backseat of his car.
You found out that he’s on the tapes
“You are an asshole, Dempsey.”, Tears started to rush down my cheeks, the school hallway was suddenly silent. “You don’t understand.”, he raspy voice filled my ears, just letting more tears escaping my eyes.
Being his winter dance date
Slow music played while everybody was quiet; enjoying the moment. His hands carefully curved your waist while your hands stroked his small hair on his neck. Your lips were locked with each others touch. This night was perfect.
Wearing his Letterman Jacket because it’s life
“Am I ever going to get my jacket back?”-”Never.”
“You look better with you Make-Up.”
Zach groaned annoyed when he saw that you were about to put foundation on your face, you just giggled and continued doing your Make-Up.
Trying to cheer you up whenever you are down
“Always when I was small I loved playing with spoons, and I always did something like that-”, Zach quickly grabbed a spoon from the kitchen sink and rubbed it clean, while letting his breath touch the cold metal. He laid the spoon on his nose carefully but failed awfully when the spoon fell instantly off his nose, but at least you laughed.
Him teaching you how to play basketball
“Damn you are too small for basketball..”, he laughed when the ball bounced away from you. “Ha-Ha!, you laugh sarcastic as you grabbed the ball away from him and tried to throw the ball in the basket and succeed.
Jamming together out to music in his car while a long drive
“Just stop your crying It’ll be alright.”, you both screamed your lungs out while Harry Styles’ voice filled the car with chills.
Cheering for his team they have a basketball match
Even though you never understand the sense in basketball, you knew when you have to cheer.
Playing video games at his house
“And- I won again!”,you cheered as the last HP of Zach’s character lost it, he groaned annoyed and runs his hands through his messy hair; begging for revenge.
I love you’s
“I love you so so so so so so much.”, he mumbled against your ear and kissed it softly, letting a small smile crossing your lips; You loved it to hear those little “love you’s” and every time you heard them you instantly melted away.
Word Count: Ion’t know | Genre: Real ass shit | Relationship: M/M | Warning: Unsafe for the eyes of those sensitive to real ass shit
A/N: A gift for Naruto, the birthday boy. SNS.
Overhead, fluttering under the bright rays of a radiant sun, a carrier pigeon delivered a scroll.
‘Hinata baked a birthday cake for me, but I just wanna get my 10 inch candle deep up in your cakes and fill you with my custard cannon baby. Use Water Release: Fleet no Jutsu before I arrive so I can eat a lil dessert with my present too. 😩💦💦💦👅🍅’
Sasuke rolled his eyes, scoffing at the lowly vulgarity. It wouldn’t be long before Naruto descended on him now. Subtlety didn’t exist in his dictionary.
A rendezvous in the Hokage’s mansion; that plan Naruto concocted when he swept Sasuke off his feet, ignorant of any passive protest, would end in his well-deserved favor. The fourteen missed calls from Hinata, the read receipt attached to the text prying into his whereabouts (Read: 3 hours ago), and the unsigned marriage annulment documents crumpled within Sasuke’s pocket fazed not a nerve-ending in his body. Naruto left all those obstructions to the birds as he hastily stabbed at the touchscreen of his phone, ‘I’m at Sasuke house playing the game like fr my dick gone get skid marks the way you riding it so hard 💀💀💀😂🔥🔥😂🔍🔍🔥😤😴,’ in an evasive maneuver that freed him from the all-too-tight chains of banal concepts such as personal responsibility.
Inhaling that fresh air of freedom, Naruto’s atoms dispersed in a vibrant beacon of light before flashing back together at his destination with his lover in his arms. Agreeable, subdued to no one’s path but one where they could be together, just like Naruto, and the Uchiha’s wife, expected him to be. In Naruto’s case, it was more akin to a demand than a expectation. A demand not expressed with teary eyes, passive threats one was too weak to act upon, and appeals to a romance one felt entitled to, but expressed with the promise of being saved by the threat of fists. The specter of breaking the other’s bones to drag him back home to complete his triad of emotional receptacles: the village, his aspiring monarchy, and a certain Uchiha’s acknowledgement. With a smile on his face and only the purest intentions lacing his heartstrings, Naruto refused to tolerate anything less from his most prized bond.
It elated Naruto to know Sasuke made not just the right choice, but the only choice.
Encased beneath a hurricane crashing in the violent waves of passion, Naruto found solace in nothing short of devouring the decadence of the Uchiha’s body like the sweetest confection. Eliciting sounds from Sasuke that not even his wife was privy to, committing the rich palate of his flesh to his tongue’s memory, and claiming every corner and curve his hands traversed as rightfully his own.
Said hand, an eager one, slid beneath the now disheveled hem of Sasuke’s shirt to trace the attractive grooves that shaped his lower abdomen and advertised a sharp pathway toward what begged for Naruto’s attention.
“M'gonna get in them guts and bust down your walls like the Kyuubi at the Konoha gates,” was the rasp that accompanied Naruto’s hand tugging down those pants, slipping his palm inside Sasuke’s underwear without shame, to reveal…
The heater, the burner, he was strapped with that draco.
“Happy Birthday, Naruto.”
Sasuke Uchiha, his lover, pistol whipped him in the heat of passion.
“The only walls you’re busting down are the ones to my reparations fund. You don’t want this work.”
Naruto, for once in all of his days…
Couldn’t believe it.
“You beat me down, begged me to return to this putrid country, and fraternize with the very elders who subjugated my family and ripped them away from me. The vermin who caused my defection in the first place drink tea with you, unsweetened at that. This ‘peace’ you professed to me was nothing but a farce to lure me here, and I won’t hesitate to bust a cap in your dome, your scalp, your cranium.”
Naruto’s eyes widened. Shock washed over his features like a tidal wave.
“B-B-But ya gotta understand the Leaf’s mistakes were-”
“Genocide and tyranny are not mistakes, braindead idiot,” he presses the barrel to Naruto’s forehead.
“Can we talk about this?”
“No. Deliver my reparations in monthly direct deposits or I will never let you snort lines of coke off my ass again.”
Now it was Naruto’s turn to fall silent. He never imagined Sasuke…didn’t need his saving.
“I’m sick of being the neighborhood’s emotional vessel, doling out validation by the demands of my so-called friends. Your parasitic acknowledgement, Sakura’s narcissistic love, Kakashi’s bruised sense of being a failed sensei who, in a brazen show of hypocrisy, disregarded my rightful goal when I was vulnerable and trusted him.”
“Shut up, usuratonkachi. It would behoove you to know: your dick game’s wack and your stroke is trash.”
Sasuke may or may not have been lying, but today is the day he rescinds that oh so coveted acknowledgement at all costs. Despite that, the color sapped from Naruto’s face at the blow to his strengths. There was no way his dick game was wack…
“You’re going to catch this bullet precisely where you catch my nut every night. In the eye.”
He cocks, the glock, the burner, the draco…
Naruto pauses, takes Sasuke by the wrist, gently.
“Wells Fargo or Bank of Konoha?”
“Neither. I’m with a credit union in the Sound Village. Write the reparations check for it there or I’ll make you spew the flames of Amaterasu straight from your asshole.”
Sasuke didn’t bother with his blabbering, his excuses. He had to pay the elders a visit now. Turning on his heel, he breezes past Naruto and begins to take his grand exit from the country yet again.
“Then…if you planned to leave me. Who were you getting thick for all this time?”
A low chuckle leaves Sasuke and he flashes his smirk over his shoulder.