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mistabullets · 4 years

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Can you do headcanons for Fugo, Giorno, and Narancia getting to see their crush's face outside of a mask or helmet for the first time. Maybe it's broken or ripped, so they can't wear it anymore. I just adore the trope, and I know it's definitely something I'd do, because my face is very expressive, and often seen as cute, so no one would take me seriously. Bonus points if they've come off as kind of intimidating or creepy, due to their lack of expression.

someone asked for a very similar request so i hope y’all don’t mind me combining the two requests into one!!

Seeing S/O’s Face for the First Time HC’s

Pannacotta Fugo:

Fugo was originally wary of you. You never wanted to reveal your face and sometimes, he had the urge to just punch it off of you. But he kept his cool. He just didn’t trust you since you face was too secretive to reveal. What if you were working for the enemy or a close associate to the boss? Bruno had to reason with him, saying there might be a good reason for it.

Eventually, Fugo just assumed you wanted to lead a normal life and not get your true identity into the mix of it all. It makes sense, considering everyone seemed to know his face and his association with Bruno and the others. He slowly starts to let his guard down around you but he still feels tension. What if Fugo said something rude but he wouldn’t know.

It’s not that you’re creepy but the fact that you have obscured all your emotions and hid them behind a mask bothered him slightly. Who knows what you were thinking. While he now thought of you as trustworthy, the looming fear of betrayal still would cross his mind when interacting with you. The fact you may never know who you’re truly are bothered him…

But was it because of how easy it was for you to slip from Passione’s grasp if things got busy? Or was it maybe the fact that if you were to leave one day, he would never know who you were. No name to put, no identifiable feature besides your height and weight (he had no idea what gender you were either)… just another person, lost in the sea of bodies.

Eventually, like it was fate, Fugo had finally seen your face when your mask was cracked from old age and tear during a fight. Your large eyes showed your focus with brows furrowed and your face contorted with fiery anger and hints of revenge. It was weird, to finally have a face for you. But he thought you had a lovely face with expressive details.

After you were done kicking ass, your face flushed when you noticed Fugo was just… staring at you. It made sense, considering this was his first time seeing you. But he seemed to be captivated by your beauty and how easily you expressed yourself. It was definitely weird but you were cute. “Q-Quit staring” you said. “Oh, right! My apologies.”

Giorno Giovanna:

Giorno always wondered why you wore your mask. He wondered about it to himself, trying to come up with logical explanations. Did you lead a double life? Perhaps some sort of old scar covered your face? The young boy would try to gain your trust and investigate on his own. He tried to make small talk with you and eventually, you thought he was trustworthy.

You admired Giorno’s skills and how his Stand could essentially bring life to inanimate objects. It was truly something to marvel over, and you were impressed with his deductive abilities. You would talk to him about his thought process and what was going through his head. Well, he couldn’t tell you his true intentions, but he can tell your his sense of logic.

Eventually, you learned a bit more about his past and how he came to Bruno’s gang. You apologized for his pain. But Giorno couldn’t tell if you were being sympathetic or uncaring of his past struggles since the mask did obscure your features. He realized you had the upper hand in risky situation: no one can see your fear, anger, or doubt.

Your voice never showed emotion and that had a him bit frightened but he was determined. If he was going to be your new don in the the near future, he would demand to see your face. Partly to confirm your identity but somewhat out of curiosity. Did you have a pretty face, that was just as calm and composed as your voice? He was determined to find out.

During the final showdown with the boss, a particular slap to face by a certain enemy knocked you to the ground. It had also cracked your mask and broke. Giorno was too busy to notice the shock read in your visage, the wide eyes of surprise, and how your lips parted in a gasp. No one would have known how truly expressive you were.

After everything is said and done, Giorno takes a moment to admire your face. It’s almost too cute. He questions why you hid your face. It was somewhat to protect your identity since it was hard to trust anyone but mostly because you don’t want people to read you like an open book. The blonde laughs and you can’t help but blush when Giorno calls you cute.

Narancia Ghirga:

Narancia seriously thinks you look like a badass with your mask on. He’s impressed by the intricate design of it, believing it gives you specks of personality. He’ll always ask to touch it and will be the one to constantly ask you to remove it. Of course, you outright refuse to and usually tell Narancia to fuck off, albeit playfully. But it would come out the wrong way.

He can’t tell if you like him or if you’re annoyed by his presence. Sometimes, the tone of your voice just sounds too cold, causing shivers to go down his spine. Usually when you have someone held captive, you’ll be the one in charge of investigation. You had a cruel way with words and how you would articulate them to your prisoners…

And while he found that also very badass of you, he couldn’t help but be slightly intimidated by you when he accidentally angered you. For all he knew, you could be a sadist. You could have hated him, Mista, Fugo, and the rest of gang but he wouldn’t be able to tell. Only Bruno had gotten a glimpse of your face but never gave out your real name.

It was terrifying to know what you might be and that scared him. But Narancia being Narancia, would quickly brush away the dark thoughts and doubts. Clearly, if you were looking to fuck up Bucciarati’s gang, it was one versus six. Even thought your stand was quite powerful, he’s pretty convinced Aerosmith could do some damage if needed.

But you seemed trustworthy, so hopefully a traitor was nothing to fret over. During one mission, after the betrayal of the boss, you had your mask shot off your face. Narancia was there to witness the entire thing and gasped upon seeing the flowing hair be set free. Your eyes, with blood trickling down and obscuring your vision, was also on guard.

Luckily, Narancia’s stand discovered the assailant and shot him down before he could do any more damage. Afterwards, he was teasing you about finally seeing your face and laughed when your face was heated up by the red blush that couldn’t be contained. He reassured you that you had an adorable face. You can’t tell if you wanted to punch or kiss him.

Guido Mista:

You had long ago been incorporated into Mista’s friend group consisting of you, Narancia, and Fugo. Aside from Fugo, the gunslinger had deemed as being the serious one. You would constantly chide them for their childish behavior, lecture them for whenever they did something risky, and was very open about your concerns when bantering went on.

But what you more scary to Mista was the lack of expression. Your body language didn’t have a lot to say, you always balanced and composed during combat. Never letting the enemy get the upper hand. Your abilities were incredible and Mista wondered, how you truly were behind that mask of yours. Probably a hardened person, like Abbacchio.

Sometimes, he couldn’t tell when you were joking or being serious. You would tease him but sometimes, he would catch it as some form of mockery and be hurt by your words. You tried to tell him it was just playful banter. But he had already built up this image of you and what your face might have been: cold, distant, and stunningly intimidating.

And it was hard to replace that image; you, a seemingly playful person that was actually nice? No, never. That caused the two of you to get into little arguments when misinterpretation occurred. Mista was brutally honest. The two of you bickering was an almost everyday occurrence and if the two of you weren’t, then something must have been wrong.

However, all that would come to an end when the enemy had ripped off your mask. Your were wide-eyed, like a deer caught in headlights. A grimace appeared on your face, contorting the soft lines and hardening them with boiling anger. Without a second thought, you fought the enemy and gave him punch. Mista couldn’t help but whistle.

And you heard it! You turned toward him with a bright red face, about ready to punch him too. Cue your usual bantering but this time, Mista is teasing how easily red you get. “I didn’t know you were such a cute person behind that stupid mask of yours.” Even the Sex Pistols chirped in argument, showing how eager they were to see your flustered face.

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inter-stellar-jyp · 5 years

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[16:27 ; 17 march 2018]

the time taeji was jeongin's first kiss

"you're joking right?" taeji sat jaw dropped as she watched jeongin shake his head as a reply.

"jeongin we're 18-"

"i'm 18 you're still 17," jeongin interrupted his face far too smug as if he had the upper hand when in fact he didn't,considering his confession.

shaking her head taeji squinted her eyes at him, "that just makes it worse."

jeongin chuckled rolling his eyes shoving more of his ramen in his mouth. taeji was a lot more than shocked at how nonchalant he seemed, how could he be so relaxed when she was losing her mind over it.

"it's just a kiss taeji it's literally no big deal." he laughed at her, her eyebrows raised and nostrils flared.

"exactly jeongin it's just a kiss, how have you still not had your first kiss!" she threw her hands up in exasperation. making jeongin laugh even more.

if he had to be honest with himself he didn't really care. there was nothing to be embarrassed about in his mind. so he hadn't had his first kiss, it's not like he's never been given the opportunity to. at school there were quite a few girls that he knew were interested in him but he never felt the same way towards them so it never progressed.

he's never felt the need to do it, it would happen when it happened .plus he had other things to focus on rather than his "lip virginity" as taeji called it.

jeongin genuinely believed it wasn't a big deal, taeji however would greatly disagree . she was overdramatic to put it simply.even the smallest of things could turn into travesties if taeji wanted them to be. her reactions were never subtle whether positive or negative. in this case negative.

"i just thought you never said anything cause it was bad or you felt awkward talking to me about it."

jeongin rolled his eyes with a chuckle through his nose. "taeji you're the last person i'd feel awkward around. i didnt fell you cause it never happened. chill out it really doesn't matter."

shaking her head taeji turned in her spot on the couch to face jeongin completely. "nope we're fixing that right now," she said making jeongins eyebrows furrow.

"what how?" he spoke his food still in his mouth as he tried to articulate the words. a stray noodle flew out and taeji gagged slightly waving her hand to indicate that he needed to close his mouth. he chuckled sticking his tongue out to disgust her further -it worked-before closing his mouth completely .

watching him finish up and finally recovering from the god awful site of jeongins half chewed ramen taeji cleared her throat. successfully grabbing the boys attention as he chugged down his water.

"i'm going to kiss you."

jeongin just about choked on his water hearing taeji say the last words he ever expected from her.

"what?!" he swallowed loudly his eyes blown large. seeing the serious almost blank look on her face jeongin sensed that she was being dead serious.

"well i am your best friend and i've had my fair share of practice so i think i'd be a great first kiss," she smiled at him.

jeongin let out a surprised scoff. "you can't be serious," he repeated her words from earlier. part of him waited for her to yell that she tricked him and burst out laughing. but as time passed she did not seem to be yelling "sike" anytime soon.

jeongin starred at her dumbfounded. she was serious. taeji wanted to kiss jeongin. he tried to remind himself that she didn't want to kiss him for any reason other than to get it out of his system. she was doing it as his best friend and despite whatever signals his heart was sending his brain, he was okay with it.

"so... are you gonna kiss me or just stare at me?" her voice trailed off as she furrowed her eyebrows.

"you're serious?" he asked again his mind still unable to wrap around the idea of kissing taeji. park taeji, princess of jyp aka his best friend in the entire world who he would never see in a romantic light until the day they died.

maybe just a little part of him didn't believe that entirely but he had grown good at pushing down any misplaced feelings.

"yes i am serious now hurry up," she pouted her patience running low as it always did.

“okay okay . just give me a second,” jeongin took a nervous breath, running a suddenly shaky hand through his unkept hair. looking down he noted his old worn out green hoodie which he paired with his grey sweatpants. the ones with the multiple food stains that he never cared about until then. this was really how he was gonna look as he got his first kiss?

“okay,” jeongin sighed as he hesitantly turned on the couch to face taeji. with an excited clap she closed her eyes shut and waited for him to do whatever he was comfortable doing.

"ready when you are big boy," she laughed over exaggerating the pout of her lips making jeongin laugh too, at least some of the nervous energy he was radiating dissipated.

with a deep breath he leaned in slowly, unsure of how he's actually supposed to go about it. taeji chuckled sensing his stiffness as he was inches away from her face but had not moved for possibly 3 minutes.

eyes still shut she wrapped her arms around his neck forcing him even closer much to his hearts dismay.

"relax," she whispered, "it's just me." her breath fanned his face and jeongin thought his heart might actually give out.

"it's just taeji jeongin it's probably going to be weird and awkward so might as well hurry up and do it,"he told himself in his head but still he couldn't move.

"put your hands on my hips," she spoke softly.

"what hips?" he teased trying to relieve some of his stress with a joke.

"you are not in the position to be mean to me yang jeongin," she mumbled refusing to smile even slightly. jeongin chuckled his hands-still shaking- settled on her hips nonetheless.

"breathe." her nose gently brushed his then her lips against his . just as he thought he had gained control again he lost it, his heart beating to fast for him to even breathe. taeji took a deep breath herself before tilting her head and finally closing the gap between them.

it was happening. park taeji was kissing him. it wasn’t something he thought he would ever want in his life. he had seen taeji in some of the worst states and he felt it had repulsed him from her completely but the way his body was reacting was clearly saying something different.

it wasn't weird or awkward and surprising not unpleasant jeongin could say he was actually enjoying himself, maybe a little too much if he was honest. the thought of kissing taeji should repulse him completely but he finds himself leaning in more and wanting more. something in him wanted to stay like that forever, just the two of them.

he felt himself relax into her almost getting lost in the way her fingertips stroked up into his hair softly. jeongin thought he was dying by the way his whole body was on fire. he held her hips tightly trying to ground himself the longer it went on. he can't understand why her lips slotting into his had his entire body in a frenzy but he was certain his head was seconds away from exploding.

it was as if something in him woke up. processing exactly where he was and what he was doing. holy shit, he was kissing taeji. taeji kissed him. she was still kissing him and he was still holding her. what was going on.

jeongin pulled away, his hands removing themselves from her body as if scorched by a fire. his eyes were blown wide as they opened to see taeji right there. fuck.

"ta da, you're not a loser anymore," she laughed removing her arms from his neck and leaning back against the couch.

“i just had my first kiss...with you?" taeji giggled quietly as she looked at the overly flustered boy whos face looked both disgusted and stunned.

"yup, you should feel damn lucky yang," she said in a sing song voice as she picked up her ramen once again seemingly unbothered by what had just happened.

jeongin just nodded unable to speak as he tried to slow down his beating heart. what had gotten into him. it's taeji he reminded himself but no matter how many times he tried to act as if the kiss hadn't affected him. it had, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it.

"wanna watch the next episodes of naruto?" she asked her own mouth now filled with ramen as she spoke. although seemingly disgusting and a sight he had seen many times, all of a sudden he took notice of things he didn't care about until then. like the way taeji's dimples would pop out whenever she spoke ,or how despite the fact that she was in her sweatshirt and shorts combo that she'd worn to death with her mouth stuffed with ramen jeongin thought she looked perfect.

jeongin has spent years perfecting the art of bottling up his unspoken and complicated feelings. it was as if they didn't exist. he had been disguising them as just his love for his best friend but a part of him always knew it wasn't that simple.

letting out a long sigh as he snuck his 50th glance at her in the past 10 minutes. he had given up, and it was time he admit it to himself at least.

jeongin liked taeji...a lot.

he probably had for a while, possibly since they first spoke. he liked her despite how she always had to be right, made mountains out of mole hills and never shut up ever . he liked her and in that moment there was nothing he wanted more than to kiss her again.

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sns-tropes · 7 years

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fic: my heart held in your hands - chapter 6

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

summary: The war is over and Sasuke finally comes home. But Konoha wont let a missing-nin back into their midst without leashing him first. Naruto sticks by his side the whole time.

pairing: sasuke/naruto (ninja!verse) post-698

rating: Mature

word count: 6,434

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, panic attacks, this chapter contains explicit content, NSFW, the smex, the smutz, (and if were feeling a little 2007, the Lemons.) slight dub-con i guess but not in the verbal sense? it’s more like hesitance. idk uuhh sensory deprivation for sure (that was not negotiated)

A/N: this is a direct continuation of previous chapter. yeah i'm super embarrassed about posting this and if you need me i'll be hiding in my shame cave for the next month. peace

As the sun goes down and the dark closes in around them, neither of them bothers to turn any light on. Neither of them bothers to leave the bed. The papers are scattered and crinkled and slide off the comforter and onto the floor one by one.

Naruto keeps him underneath him. He can hardly keep the beat of his heart steady at the sight before him. Sasuke is leaning into his every touch, and he’d never thought someone like Sasuke would ever bend to his will. But this is so much different. He’s giving in like he’s never wanted anything else, but there’s still something there under the surface tying to scratch its way out.

It’s hard to properly touch and embrace him with only one hand. He leans most of his weight onto Sasuke and Sasuke’s breaths become heavy like he’s not getting enough air. For some reason that doesn’t make Naruto let up. He wants to press further and make it even more difficult for Sasuke. Because he has a sudden craving to hear words from Sasuke’s mouth. He'll take anything; he just wants to hear his voice.

He pulls up to look at him with kiss-swollen lips. “Sasuke…” He whispers, already breathless. “Tell me what to do. Tell me if I've gone too far.”

Sasuke lets out a shaky breath. He bites his lip, looking hesitant.

Naruto backs up enough to lean his weight to the side. They situate until they’re lying on their sides, still ridiculously close. Naruto runs his fingertips on the edge of Sasuke’s bottom lip. It's slow and intimate. It doesn't help Sasuke's shivers subside.

"Tell me...” Naruto's words filter out in breaths that ghost across Sasuke's lips, “Whatever you want.”

Sasuke visibly shudders at the words. He knows he would. He knows that Naruto would do anything for him. But being sure of himself doesn't lessen the thrill he gets from hearing it.

Naruto pulls his leg up to encourage him to wrap his legs up around his waist. He complies with a new found vigor.

Sasuke is hot with a rush of something powerful at Naruto's choice of words and it feels like he's being burned through.

“You'd do anything for me.” Sasuke says breathlessly before he can stop the words from leaving his mouth. He's testing him in a way with the words. But it's also like he's testing himself to see how far he'll take this. He's caving in, giving Naruto everything like a dam that breaks; foundation never truly strong enough to keep everything held together in the first place.

Naruto tucks his face in the crease of Sasuke's neck, mouth searching for a thundering pulse that he wants to familiarize himself with. Searching for that rush of life under his veins like it’s the only thing worth finding.

“I would.” He mumbles lowly against Sasuke pale skin. “Anything.” The words tumble out of his mouth like he’s wanted to say it aloud forever.

Sasuke practically whimpers at the very confession. He feels the ridges of Naruto's body against his. He feels Naruto's mirroring need begging to be free of the fabric confines that cover them.

Sasuke very carefully with heavy puffs of breath, cants up his hips to meet Naruto's purposefully. He hasn't felt this before; needy like this. Or maybe he has and he’s never had the chance to show it.

Naruto meets him in the middle and it almost feels like he can't get a handle on himself. Their mouths meet in unison and even though they've been going slow it feels like there's too much too fast. But somehow it doesn't feel like a fight for dominance, just the press of their lips.

But Naruto is forceful and he's still getting Sasuke to open up to him like he knows he wants to. He coxes his lips apart with a simple prod of his tongue and Sasuke's breath pours out in labored puffs like it's all he wants.

Naruto suddenly breaks away. “I want you so much.” He confesses. He searches Sasuke's eyes, silently begging him to understand the words. “I don't know when it started, I couldn't tell you the day… but I can't stop thinking about it.”

Sasuke's eyes are half lidded, practically drunk on Naruto's attention.

“Thinking about what?” He pants out in a whisper. He wants to hear it. “Tell me.”

“Well…” He says exasperated like he'll never be able to get it out in simple terms. “Being with you… like this. Touching you.”

It's quiet for a moment. Sasuke looks up into Naruto's deep blue eyes. He sees the sincerity. He sees the love, the trust, and the trueness of his words all in his gaze. As broken as they may have been, and as warped as their affections might have been in the past, they are pulled together by something that may be stronger than they thought.

“Then do it.” He whispers.

He does want it. He wants all of it. He can only hope that Naruto's touch doesn't trigger so much emotion that he really does fall apart. Because that's what it does to him. He never thought he’d be the needy type. But the way he arches into Naruto like he’s the very center of the universe proves otherwise.

Naruto is all over him and when his hand comes to rest on the hemline of his shirt Naruto speaks up.

“Can I take this off?”

Sasuke nods his head, feeling glad that Naruto's set a patient and tentative pace like he always has.

He allows Naruto to undress him. They have to sit in order to properly undress. They help each other out of their garments. They often help each other get dressed and undressed on a regular basis due to their physical deficiencies, but with no specific intent behind the action. This time it's different.

Even though Sasuke remembers being pinned up against the shower wall by Naruto, with nothing but the water running over their bodies, this is different.

“Just say if you want to stop.” Naruto voices. “Just say so, and I'll stop.”

Sasuke looks into the bright blue of his gaze. He doesn't want him to stop. He wants Naruto to do exactly what he said he was going to do.

“Don't stop.” He decides to say.

Naruto decorates his flesh with the hungry press of his lips and Sasuke can't help but arch into each assault. He feels like their magnets being pulled together. The tension builds in him like a wire pulled tight about to snap. He hooks his legs around Naruto's and wraps him arm tighter around his back. He forces him sideways and flips them over so he's on top of Naruto.

He leans down and kisses him hungrily, trying his best to maintain some sort of upper hand. But the arousal goes to his head and makes him dizzy with need. Naruto hands slowly creeps down his back side and his fingertips graze the band of his boxers. Sasuke pulls back, breathing shakily. He tries to manage a nod. Naruto catches the hint and reaches underneath the fabric, grabbing his ass with no hesitation. His movements are confident; it makes Sasuke fall forward into him further and scoot into his grasp.

“How...” Sasuke starts. He wants to do this but he doesn't know how they'll manage with the lack of… well- limbs. He feels like he can't touch Naruto enough. It's painful to feel like his arm is a ghost. He wants it back for a short moment just so he can touch Naruto with it.

“Don't worry.” Naruto reassures him. “I have an idea.”

Sasuke breathes in a flurry of unsteady breaths. He doesn't know what his ideas entail. And when he says don't worry it literally has the opposite effect.

"I can't…” Sasuke tries to articulate but he falls short. He keeps letting the words escape him. He grabs onto Naruto's arm from across his chest, gripping tight and he can't touch him enough.

“We can do this if you want to.” Naruto whispers hotly in his ear. “But you have to trust me.”

Sasuke sighs out, trying to calm his heart.

“Can you trust me?” He tries, petting over Sasuke’s stomach with his thumb. He's given him no space, touching him with a gentleness he hadn't known he possessed. Attempting to coax him into his grasp and to say that yes and I trust you.

Sasuke curls into him, letting his breath hit Naruto's neck. He whispers at the shell of his ear.

“I trust you.”

Naruto pulls back and gives his lips a soft kiss. The press is carful and slow. Sasuke lips move pliant against his. He lets himself get lost in the warmth of it and then Naruto is pulling back. Before Sasuke registers he seems to be starting a hand sign.

He doesn't question it; he just watches as well as he can in the dark with his interest peaked.

Suddenly there isn’t just him and Naruto. There's him and two Naruto's. He wants to be angry. He wants to open his mouth and say, ‘what the fuck do you think you're doing you fucking idiot.’ But that's not what comes out. Nothing comes out because his heart is too busy speeding up, threatening to hammer out of his chest. He's not afraid but he doesn't know what to expect. He flushes, fully self-conscious under the two pairs of eyes that glance over his body intensely.

He knows it's just a shadow clone. He knows. But the room feels smaller, his chest feels tighter. There's a lump that's all the sudden forming in his throat.

The clone moves in behind him before Sasuke can think to utter a word. He's pulled back against it, its arms hooked tight underneath Sasuke's shoulders. He stutters a bit. He doesn't understand.

“Naruto wait-” he cries out. And there are hands from behind him, sliding over his bare chest. The hands are somehow warm as if it we're a real living body. As if it really was a second Naruto. The hands travel over the span of smooth pale flesh, and Sasuke shivers and clenches his jaw tight.

“What’s wrong?” Naruto asks, hand trailing up his thigh in an attempt to soothe him. He continues up and down his thigh, reaching higher each time. “You don't like it?” He asks against his lips.

“I… I-” he chokes on the words. He doesn't know. He doesn't want to think. He doesn't know what he wants to happen, he just know he's doesn't want it to end. Not yet at least. “I don't know I-”

Naruto shushes him. “It's okay…” he tries to tell him calmly. He can't help the slight quiver in his own voice. “It's okay if you want it. I want it too.”

Sasuke breathes deep and nods. He does want it. He wants everything with Naruto. Naruto moves back and pulls on one side of his boxers, his clone helping with the other side.

“Alright?” He asks.

"You don't…” he pants a little, “You don't have to ask for everything.”

Naruto smirks and then they're pulled the rest of the way off, and his cock is suddenly free of its confines. Sasuke's anxiety spikes for a moments time. He feels exposed under Naruto’s gaze. Naruto senses his nervousness and tries to soothe him.

“It's just me.” Naruto tells him, leaning down in between his legs. He hooks his arm over one of Sasuke's legs and pushes it away, forcing him to part them. His shadow clone still holds him, chest to back. Naruto's clone rests one of his hands on Sasuke's other knee encouraging him to part his legs further.

He starts to feel a little overwhelmed when he feels Naruto's lips press against his thigh. It starts out soft and unsure. He looks up to gauge Sasuke’s reaction with every other kiss he plants on his skin. He moves farther up and sucks on the skin there closer to where he twitches with need.

Sasuke whimpers and arches his back. He's trying to squirm out of the clones hold somehow but he's held tight. He feels Naruto's clone press a warm open mouthed kiss to his neck. He practically sobs because it's too much, too much is happening. But it's somehow not enough either.

Naruto's mouth finds its way to his cock, standing at full attention. Sasuke can believe what he's seeing for a second because it's just obscene to see Naruto's face next to his cock like that. He’s barely touching the side of his length even though he wants to graze every inch of his skin. He finds that it’s exactly what he wants and it has him shivering slightly with the teasing gesture.

“Naruto…” he huffs out. There's nothing he'd really like to say besides his name. It's serves as a plead. Naruto catches the hint.

He wraps his hand around Sasuke's cock and slowly pumps his hand up and down making Sasuke gasp out louder than he expected as he shudders with the relief of finally being touched. Naruto wants to hear it again. He wants Sasuke to be as loud as he needs.

Sasuke feels Naruto's tongue in a place he's fairly certain it isn't supposed to be, and it shocks him so much that he twitches and draws back away from his mouth with a whine. The clone pets his hair, pushing his long bangs out of the way attempting to comfort him in the midst of the intense sensation.

Naruto goes back at it with his tongue, deliberately giving soft and slow licks. Sasuke doesn't hate it. It just feels strange. He feels hotter than he did a moment ago. Not bad, not good, just sort of… controlled. Like for this moment, Naruto owns him.

Sasuke feels lighter with the thought, and slowly he starts to welcome it.

Naruto doesn't leave any room for adjusting once he's encouraged by the sound of Sasuke's voice. Sasuke's back rises in a sudden arc, face twisted into shock; mouth straining around a silent cry. He heaves for air when Naruto forces in a persistent, warm tongue, laving carefully against the sensitive walls of his insides.

Sasuke shudders again and again, shaking his head. It wasn’t a denial of what was being done to his body but more an inability to let go of the control he kept so close. He couldn't catch his mind up to his body, feeling overwhelmed easily as Naruto probed his way through his soft flesh. But he was still far too aware of the situation as Naruto made a mess of him.

Naruto lifts his head for a short moment to check and see if it alright. To see if maybe he's gone too far and it's too much for him. He can't help but touch him because it's seems like it's the way to show him how much he needs him. How much it would kill him to let him go. He can see it in Sasuke's expression that he's thinking too much. He smirks with a fresh idea in his mind.

The clone moves his hands up to Sasuke's face and gently covers his eyes with each hand. There's feint whispers in his ear from the voice that has a hollowed likeness to Naruto’s telling him to trust.

“What- what are you doing?” Sasuke's voice cracks.

“I won't hurt you.” Naruto shushes him, lips hovering over Sasuke's. Sasuke knows he won’t, he knows that. He delivers a small kiss to his lips, letting Sasuke feel his tongue trace along his lower lip just before gently biting down on it. Sasuke whimpers into his mouth. Not being able to see makes him wary and he starts to shake with something. It's doesn't feel bad, just different. Like Naruto is forcing him to see a side of himself he didn't know existed.

Naruto takes note of the quiver that rushes through Sasuke. He thinks this is something that they both need. He needs to be touched, he needs to touch Sasuke. And Sasuke doesn't need to overexert his head with frantic thoughts while doing so. He's trying to help him let go.

He sits back a bit, Sasuke's spread legs are in his view. He rubs the pad of his finger over that place that he just had his tongue a few moments ago. Sasuke's hips stutter when he applies slight pressure. He twists it a little, pressing in slightly, watching Sasuke carefully as he does so.

“Shit.” Sasuke curses. “Naruto I don’t know if I can-”

“You can.” He says sure of himself. He adds more pressure and the saliva from his earlier assault seems to ease his finger in. Once past the first knuckle, his finger slides all the way in and Sasuke can't help react.

Sasuke takes a moment and realizes Naruto is touching his insides, and god, that's just too much. His pulls his finger out slightly before pushing it back in, wanting to get Sasuke used to the feeling. He doesn't get used to it. There's no way he can. He feels the slide of it repeatedly, and he's far too sensitive to pretend it isn't affecting him. He tries to relax and scoot down into Naruto's grasp but he's still holding himself back. He's still thinking too much, especially now that he can't see anything.

Naruto goes back with a second finger to ease through, but turns out it isn't easy at all. Sasuke tenses up when he feels the larger press and chokes a little on his breath. Naruto rubs over his two fingers over his opening softly where the skin feels slippery and used from his tongue.

He lets his voice drift into Sasuke's ear, low and hushed, in the way he knows makes him melt on the spot. He whispers to him the way he did in the shower when he swore to himself they would go slow to work up to something that was worth everything.

“Come on…” he presses two fingertips back to where they can breach his body. “Let me in.”

Sasuke releases his tight grip on the sheets and breathes out, feeling himself relax. He wants to… he just didn't think it would be this difficult.

Naruto pushes in and it feels impossible again for a moment, but then something shifts and Sasuke and his composure is suddenly not as rigid as it was a moment ago. Suddenly the tension is gone and he slides in easily in one fluid motion.

There's a sharp intake of breath as Naruto's fingers fill him. He feels like every intrusion, Naruto is coring out a piece of his heart to make more room for himself. It feels strange with something breaching him, spreading him open like this. His mind is telling him that this is not what his body is made for, but knowing that it's Naruto's touch that brings him that unfamiliar twist in his gut has him chasing the feeling. There's something that Naruto's fingers barely touch. Something that makes him feel a strange kind of buzz through his body. He's not sure what they're doing. He's not sure what the endgame is. He's already overwhelmed, and he wants everything, but doesn't know if he can take everything.

Naruto tries to ease in a third finger. With little struggle he seems to push past the ring of muscle once more. Sasuke jolts at the intrusion. There's a pressure building him and he's sure he’s never felt it quite like this. But there's something scratching at the surface trying to claw its way out. He suddenly cries out as Naruto bends his fingers slightly to a new angle. He's horrified at the sound of his own desperate voice for a moment. He just wants to see Naruto. He needs to see him. He can look at him with thinking too much, he can do it.

“Naruto,” he pants behind the clones hands. “I can't see you. I wanna see you.” His face flushes even further at the confession.

Naruto softens at the words and suddenly the clone lowers his hands. Sasuke's face comes into view. Face tinged red and eyes wet with something that looks dangerously close to tears. Sasuke opens his mouth to speak. No words come out. But that's alright with Naruto. He leans forward catching his lips in a soft kiss. It soon turns searing. As soon as Sasuke feels Naruto's clone grab at his thighs, he knows he's in trouble. The clone grasps from the backs of his knees and pulls them back; forcing Sasuke to spread his legs even wider. He whines at the slight ache that it brings.

When he feels Naruto fingers continue their assault, he can't help but crumble a little more. Sasuke deepens the kiss, convinced that he hasn't tasted him enough. He gets past the point where he tried to convince himself he didn't need this. He pulls Naruto to him the best he can. The angle is difficult. A body behind him, a body in front of him. He's pinned in every way he can be, and he still wishes they could somehow be even closer.

Naruto stills his movements for a moment, feeling the desperate shift in Sasuke's demeanor. He feels the clench of Sasuke's insides against his fingers, and he feels himself throb in his pants. He’s never been this far gone before. He's never been this turned on in his life probably. But it's not about that for him.

He wants to connect. He wants to show Sasuke what he means to him. He's sure that he already has. But now that he has the chance to show him physically, he can't back down. And it doesn't look like Sasuke is backing down either.

It doesn't seem like he's hesitant at all anymore. Naruto pulls his fingers free and hears him gasp at the change. His arm unhooks from around Naruto's neck and they finally break apart, leaving both of them with swollen-red lips. They gasp for air because for a while their lungs were only filled with each other’s breath.

Naruto is still in his boxers and Sasuke knows that he doesn't have to do much to get him out of them. He reaches down and palms over Naruto's hard and straining cock. He hisses at the contact briefly, having gone such a while without being touched at all.

“Sasuke…”Naruto breathes shakily, “Do you want to keep going?”

Sasuke blinks slowly, feeling a little drunk under Naruto's gaze. He nods evenly, “Do you?”

“Yes.” Naruto whispers rushed. “That's all I want.” He bows his head into Sasuke's neck, supporting his own weight the best he can. He plants an open mouthed kiss on the hollow of his neck and he bares it openly for Naruto to do whatever he pleases with it.

He feels Naruto's tongue dancing across his skin of his neck when he decided to pull down at the waistband of his boxers. He gets somewhere with it, getting about halfway down his knees before Naruto becomes frustrated, rises his weight off of Sasuke, and kicks them the rest of the way off and to the side.

It occurs to them that they are both fully nude. Naruto closes in on him, letting their bodies collide. Naruto loses his concentration at the contact and the clone holding Sasuke’s legs hostage vanishes. Sasuke falls back slightly on the bed with a light thump, Naruto following him down.

They're crushed together. They're rutting against each other like it's the only thing they know how to do. The skin on skin is driving Naruto mad and he reaches for Sasuke's cock gripping in time with his own, barely moving his hand. Sasuke lets out a ragged gasp and arches up into Naruto's careful grasp. Sasuke pulls Naruto shoulder down, letting his black hair tickle the nape of his neck. Naruto shivers at the softness of it. Sasuke whispers in his ear.

“Come on,” he says breathily, “just do it.”

And Sasuke makes it difficult for him to breathe. He sucks in gulps of air like he'd been drowning this whole time, immersed in something greater than himself. He forced himself to calm, to re-center himself, to find his intention again and carry it out. He wants this to be perfect. He can't ruin this for them. He shakes out of his apprehension and draws away from Sasuke.

Sasuke is about to protest but then he sees what Naruto is going for. He stands up on semi-shaky legs to stride over to the kitchen. He grabs a small container of cooking oil. Sasuke stifles a rude remark because of course they have to improvise.

Sasuke watches and almost laughs as he watches him struggle with the cap of the bottle. Nothing is easy. Naruto stops, bottle in hand, gaze nervous. He suddenly feels out of his depth.

Sasuke reaches out and screws the cap off for him. Naruto follows his movements and when he sees the open palm of his hand, he understands. He pours a little. Not too much. Sasuke sits up, oil pooling in his hand. He makes eyes contact for a brief moment. He sits up a little with some effort and reaches down in between Naruto's legs. His hand wraps around Naruto rigid length, letting some of the oil drip down onto the sheets. Naruto can't help but hiss at the minimal contact. He coats him evenly, sliding his hand with a loose grip from base to tip.

Naruto breathes before biting his lip. Sasuke's touch is shocking against his flesh.

He stops him, deciding it's enough. He stills his hand and Naruto moves in to press his weight into Sasuke and capture his lips in a scorching kiss. That might be his favorite thing to do. Kissing Sasuke. Their lips touch in slowness, yet desperation. Naruto is still trying to work out Sasuke's rough exterior even now, smoothing him into something pliable that he can hold in his arms and bend to his will.

He thrusts up against the cleft of Sasuke's ass and it's slippery there. He moves fluidly and every time Sasuke feels the press of his length catch close to his rim, his breath hitches in anticipation. He’s trying to move with him, arching up into Naruto. He lets a noise escape the back of his throat. He’s back to full hardness under the attentions he's receiving and he's growing impatient. He's not sure what he's exactly asking for yet but he needs something.

He lifts his rear off of the mattress slightly. He urges Naruto with his hips and grinds back. Naruto catches the hint through his ragged breaths and reaches down between them. Sasuke legs rise up over Naruto's hips and he stays like that for him, limbs shaking as he does so. The way Sasuke was staring up at him, legs wide, chest heaving makes Naruto's head swim with so much affection that he's dizzy with it.

Naruto settles his weight against Sasuke using his shorter limb to somewhat brace himself against the mattress. He grabs at his cock, trying to position himself properly.

Sasuke cries out, feeling almost strangled, as Naruto started a slow and tight slide into him, burying himself in Sasuke's body. Sasuke feels the resistance for a brief moment before he feels completely and utterly filled. He feels impossibly stretched around him but it feels like Naruto hollowed out a space in him somewhere along the way just for this moment.

Sasuke's heart is careening, echoing behind his ribs as he feels Naruto shakily pull back slightly. Naruto draws out with a broken sigh leaving his kiss-swollen lips, before pushing his way back in absolute carefulness. He's sure to gage Sasuke's reaction. Sasuke is shoved up the bed and he can't help but let a brand new sob escape him. Naruto stills, checking to see if he's alright. A tear slips free from Sasuke's eye. Naruto lift his hand to catch it with his thumb.

“What's wrong?” He asks him softly, with gentle worry. “Does it hurt?”

Sasuke shakes his head, shivering. “No… it doesn't. It doesn’t hurt.”

It didn't. The tears made no sense; they left his eyes without permission.

“Keep going. Please.” He tells Naruto sincerely, while shifting his hips upwards.

It's the please that does Naruto in. He thrusts forward once more. It's slow, there's little force behind the action. With every thrust the slide becomes easier, smoother. Sasuke lays there for a while just taking it until Naruto leans down and tells him what to do.

“Come on,” he says, “move with me.”

Sasuke lets his eyes flutter shut and he finds himself trying to work for it. He meets Naruto's thrust halfway, allowing him to go deeper and they both gasp from the sheer pleasure of it.

They're pressed together tightly and Naruto can feel Sasuke's cock throbbing in between them against his abdomen. Sasuke lets his hand linger idly on Naruto shoulder blade, and when Naruto gives a particularly forceful thrust, he doesn't expect it. He braces himself against him, letting his fingernails dig into the flesh of his back. Naruto is urged to gather him up at the sensation of it, but it proves to be difficult.

He hooks his arm around Sasuke's back and pulls him up with him as he begins to sit up. Sasuke is still speared on Naruto's cock. He is lifted into his lap and Naruto's knees are planted firmly on the mattress. Sasuke hooks his arm around Naruto's neck, using his legs as leverage to meet each thrust.

Sasuke makes more of an effort than he planned to, and with each time their bodies meet he lets a small noise of need spill from his Lips.

He chokes on his own gasp, feeling overwhelmed in the best way.

Sasuke's body was stretching to accommodate Naruto's cock, and even though it feels impossible, he chases the feeling like it was all that mattered in that very moment. Naruto licks into Sasuke's mouth with a moan, driving in deep and hard, hips stuttering slightly at the sheer force of it. Sasuke feels ruptured as him insides clench around Naruto. His mouth falls open slightly, panting heavily. The cords of his neck are on display and Naruto takes it as an open invitation to ravage it. He sucks a mark right at the juncture between his neck and collar bone.

There was no ceasing their movement, the repetitiveness of them moving together. Hips joined, each decisive gesture gaining speed and intensity. He thrusts into Sasuke at an increasingly merciless pace, hand still gripping roughly at his backside in every attempt to ground him. He could swear he feels the vibration of Sasuke's quiet moans through the grip of his hand and the weight of his tongue on his own.

The tension that has seemed to build between them over the months has them beyond all reason. It's turned into desperation. With each rise and fall of Sasuke's hips it has him falling deeper into Naruto's center. His insides feel raw and abused and something about the dull ache of it is driving him mad.

Naruto feels the tremors wrack through Sasuke's body and start to shake. He seems to slow his pace like he can't handle it for a moment. They settle into a slow rhythm, trying to calm the race of their hearts. Sasuke's breath ghosts across Naruto's lips, mouth trembling as he brings himself down hard, fully seated. Naruto devours his mouth once more, letting his tongue press forward to assault his mouth. His thrusts are short but powerful. And Sasuke whimpers at the change of pace. He's forced to feel every inch of it as Naruto takes care in exploring his mouth.

Naruto feels the clench around him and curses quietly in between their mouths. Sasuke rotates his hips evenly in a circular motion and they almost lose their balance. Naruto manages to hold on to him with a tight enough grip, crushing their bodies together. Sasuke hisses out as his cock is trapped between them, constant friction bringing him closer to the edge.

“Naruto…” Sasuke pants, “I cant...” It's not what he means to say. Even so Naruto gets the picture.

He pushes Sasuke back down against the mattress, trapping him with the broader frame of his body. His thrusts are steady and even, each press holding there a little deeper each time. He has Sasuke writhing in a way that's making his senses crash in on him.

Sasuke stresses his limbs as they ache, he still holds his legs in place around Naruto's waist. He brings his hand up to the nape of Naruto's neck and grips the hair there tightly in his fingers. He feels himself coming undone, most sensitive parts of his body and soul laid out for Naruto to take and ravage and put back together.

He pushes forward, capturing Naruto's lips with his own. A small whine is clipped from the back of Naruto's throat. Sasuke can hear the desperation he feels even through the lock of their lips. Naruto's hips speed with clear intention, and he presses Sasuke down into the mattress, leaving no escape room. His body ceases under the incessant press of Naruto entering him; of his body trapping and smothering him.

Naruto feels the clench of Sasuke's body as he reacts to approach of his release. He wants him to feel it. Sasuke’s body ceases in sudden surrender to his desires. He feels all of the control he thought he had slip away from as an intense feeling sweeps over him. His lips are still moving with Naruto’s and he presses back with desperation, a noise rips from his throat as he pulls tighter on blonde hair.

He hisses in pleasure at the constant aggressive tug of his hair between Sasuke’s fingers. Naruto thinks he can push him a little more even as he feels his own release approaching.

“Let go.” He whispers, completely out of breath. “Let go for me.”

A sob rips from him as he finally gives into his release, clinging onto Naruto as much as he physically can. He expects it to peak and ebb quickly, but he finds it to be the opposite. He feels it start in his gut and it seems to make every nerve in his body spark. Naruto slows his thrusts once more into something gentler and the feeling of impending orgasm is dulled. His body clenches weakly around Naruto and he shakes violently underneath him. His breath is shuddering in wake of the change of pace. Being so worked up, just to be slowed to a shaking mess, it feels like torture. He feels lightheaded with the approach and fade of it.

“Right here. I'm right here.” Naruto reaches for his trembling thigh, soothing his fingers across the skin in attempt to calm him.

“Please,” he cries. He’s not too proud. Not right now. Not like this, with Naruto. “Fuck, please.”

“Please what?” Naruto asks right into the space under his ear, letting his kiss linger there. He’s aware how far he’s taken this, but he can’t stop now, still edging him with each movement.

Sasuke only whines. He can't find the right words. He can't verbalize it to Naruto like he wants. It's frustrating. He wants his release badly but is hesitant to voice it.

“Okay?” Naruto asks in his hushed voice.

“Yeah.” Sasuke croaks out. Even though he might not be. It's still a go-ahead.

Their hearts can't seem to catch up with their bodies, and Sasuke can feel the edge of that certain something rushing up to meet him. He bites down on Naruto’s shoulder to try and hold back a cry, but it makes the other man’s rhythm falter and he thrusts a degree deeper, cock hot and full inside of him, and it ends up being a lost cause. Sasuke presses his face into the side of Naruto's neck as he finally reaches his climax, moaning still stifled where his teeth dig into the skin of Naruto's shoulder. He spills in between and can't help the satiated whimper that leaves him. His grip digs into Naruto’s ribcage and he can feel himself clench down, and a startled sound rips itself from Naruto’s throat, his hand flying back behind Sasuke's head to grasp at his hair, attempting to ground himself as his own orgasm rams into him. Sasuke pulls back to watch his face melt with it, the strength of his own climax leaving him feeling boneless and floaty, and in a distant, far-off part of his mind, he embraces that this is no fleeting attraction. This is here to stay.

Naruto's stays buried inside of him, shaking almost imperceptibly and heaving breaths, and Sasuke watches him try to and regain his train of thought before they descended into this. His own come is sticky and cooling against his stomach and the feel of Naruto softening inside of him makes his heartbeat falter. Tentatively, he lifts up to catch Naruto's lips, and hums as Naruto’s tongue slips into his mouth, no hesitation, no second thoughts.

It takes a moment to regain control or their bodies. They've overexerted them. Naruto breathes out shakily as he begins to pull away from Sasuke's body and Sasuke winces at the drag of it. Naruto rolls off of him and lets the cool air hit the both of them.

For a moment, all that can be heard is their breaths slowly calming into a standard rhythm. Naruto looks at Sasuke, just to check if he's alright. He looks content. And then Naruto notices the purple and red hues painted across the skin of Sasuke's neck and almost says ‘oops’ out loud.

Instead he says. “Sorry.”

Sasuke turns to face him after a moment, looking confused. “Sorry for what?”

“Kind of did a number on your neck.” He mumbles, face flushing.

Sasuke touches his own neck and feels the taught rawness of the skin that Naruto bit and kissed and devoured. He should yell at him. But he'll do it later. Instead he just leans over and kisses him again. Naruto sinks into it.

They pull apart and Sasuke nuzzles into his neck, trying to enjoy this before he has to go and do what he does best.

But they're okay. They're together. And they're the only ones in the world right now somehow.

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