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fanfiction4sooya · 1 year

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Make me yours

It was a mistake, Yunjin knew now. But it wasn’t on purpose, she was just sleepy and hungry and she didn’t think any paparazzi would be there at 1 am.

She ordered food for her since she was hungry and didn’t feel like cooking, Eunchae and Kazuha were out for the weekend visiting Eunchae’s parents and Chaewon was recording the reality show with Yena and the others; It was only Sakura and her at the dorm, but she was basically by herself since Sakura would always want to be left alone since that disastrous night of drunk confessions from Yunjin.

She heard the faint honk from the delivery guy. Since it was a warm night, she just put shoes on and went to pay and grab her food wearing jeans and the thinnest t shirt ever without a bra.

“Hi” She said warmly to the delivery guy, who just nodded his head and looked quickly to the side, not really looking at her. She frowned a bit, but didn’t really mind him.

“Card” He said, clearing his throat. He was beet red.

“What-” She was about to ask what was going on when she felt something lay on her shoulders, a jacket to be more precise.

“I am so sorry, please take this and keep the change” She heard Sakura’s voice before looking at her. The shortest one bowed and left, taking the food and a very confused Yunjin by the arm.

“Sakura, what the hell?” Yunjin said, eyes wide because of the older one’s action. “What was that for?” She backed down a bit, looking at the angry expression Sakura had.

“How can you be so reckless?” She almost screamed; Yunjin was still confused, kind of looking around. Sakura took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. “Just look at yourself” She pointed to the mirror on the far end of the dorm’s living room. And that’s exactly what Yunjin did, eyes widening in shock when she realized.

“Oh” She covered her chest. Sakura scoffed.

“Right, ‘oh’ ” Yunjin was about to cry, panicking because of the many thoughts in her head. “You are lucky there were no paparazzi outside and you are even luckier that that guy wasn’t a pervert!” She massaged her temples, closing her eyes. “The thought of him even looking at you makes my blood boil” She opened her eyes to a teary eyed Yunjin.

“I am so sorry unnie, I didn’t mean to”

“You never mean anything Yunjin, that’s your problem” She replied sarcastically. She was enraged, her heart pounding in her chest, her mouth almost saying something she shouldn’t say.

“I get it, I made a mistake!” The taller girl said, exasperatedly. “But it was one mistake. I was just hungry, I didn’t think anything would happen or that anyone would be at our door” Tears were rolling down her face now, just the thought of upsetting the japanese woman again was enough to get her desperate.

“You didn’t mean, you didn’t think… always the same thing, the same excuse” Her tone was cold, but her eyes showed something different. They were angry, jealous… hurt. “I…” But she wouldn’t say a thing to Yunjin. She couldn’t. “I’m going to bed” She said, storming off.

Yunjin was left crying in the living room, her heart broken one more time over a drunken choice she had made almost three months prior. It was humiliating to say the least, the way Sakura simply shut her off, as if she didn’t even know her. In front of the cameras everything was perfectly fine, but whenever they would stop rolling, that was another story. Sakura never rejected her, no. But the silence, that cold and cutting silence, was somehow even worse.

Her legs were moving before her mind processed the whole thing, but soon she knew exactly what to do. She deserved something, to at least get rejected so she could finally move on. Anything would be better.

“I can’t be like this anymore” She pushed Sakura’s door, scaring the living shit out of her. “I can’t live pretending that this situation doesn’t hurt me” Her pleading eyes were almost enough to make Sakura crumble, but she wouldn’t let that happen.

“Get out of my room” Sakura said in the most stable way she could.

“Please, say something” Yunjin cried out. “Please, tell me you hate me, tell me I’m stupid and a fool for loving you but please, say something” She was basically sobbing now, clutching her chest. “If I ever knew I would lose your friendship and make you hate me like this I would’ve never ever said anything” She fell to the ground, her knees numb, weak.

And for the first time in months Sakura’s stone mask fell, revealing a much softer look. Her cold and distant eyes were replaced by soft and compassionate ones and the distance she tried so hard to maintain became closeness when she kneeled in front of the younger girl to get on her eye level.

“You don’t deserve to live like this” She said softly, holding Yunjin’s gaze.

“You are right, I don’t” Her voice was weak. “So yell at me, tell me to get out” She clutched Sakura’s shirt, pulling her close, contrary to what she was asking. “Reject me so I can move on from you” Sakura shook her head. “Why? If you don’t I’ll keep loving you from afar, that’s all I can do. If you don’t tell me to leave, I won’t. So just…” She was interrupted by a pair of lips on her own.

She blinked once, twice, and didn’t wake up. That was real and the Miyawaki Sakura had kissed her. So she kissed her back, tears and all. She was shaking so much that Sakura stopped the kiss and hugged her, petting her hair.

“I am so sorry” She said, to her ear.

“For kissing me?” Yunjin’s voice was nothing more than a whisper. Sakura pulled away enough to look into her eyes.

“No, not that” She shook her head. “For shutting you off, for pushing you away. For hurting you when in fact all I wanted to do was make you mine” She looked down.

“Then why? I don’t get it” Another tear rolled down on Yunjin’s face, Sakura caught it with her thumb, caressing her face gently.

“I was scared” Yunjin frowned, silently questioning. “Everybody knows I have been with women since my first debut” She said with a sigh, as if a weight was being lifted off her shoulders. “Everyone just pretends they forgot about it so they can keep loving me, you know?”

Tangled in each other, they were not even realizing they were still on the floor, that Yunjin was still clutching to the other’s shirt and that that was probably the most they have spoken in months. But Sakura was being brave now, and she wouldn’t stop for nothing in the world.

“If they find out about me with another woman, they’ll cast me out of the country and that ‘s it. I’ll go back to Japan and will probably be received with open arms like before; You? That would break you, take your dream away. I couldn’t let that happen, I had to protect you” She was still mindlessly caressing the younger’s face. “But it hurts too much to stay away from you” She whispered.

“I never asked for your protection,” Yunjin said, blinking sadly. “I just needed this, you. If you had talked to me I would’ve made the choice of staying or leaving and none of us would be this hurt” She put her forehead on Sakura’s, touching their noses. “I have no experience in the dating field, I know, but I’m pretty sure decisions should come from both of us.”

The japanese woman laughed softly, taking in Yunjin’s scent and body so close to hers. That perfume that never failed to make her go crazy, her braless tits so close to hers in that embrace. Seeing that gorgeous woman everyday and basically all day and not being able to do anything to her was definitely her punishment and personal hell.

“Why did you decide to go after me outside?” Yunjin pulled her out of those sudden dirty thoughts. She bit her lower lip, a tint of anger passing through her expression.

“You made me jealous” The palm of her hand stroked Yunjin’s face more firmly now.

“W-what do you mean?”

“I was watching you cross the garden from my window, just to check if you were okay” She glanced at the other’s thin t shirt, the jacket long gone from her shoulders. “I noticed you with no bra and well, let’s say I never ran that fast in my life”

“If I knew that not wearing a bra would set you off so much that you would willingly talk to me I would’ve done it sooner” She laughed, her eyes still shining from all the crying a few minutes before.

“Don’t even joke about that” Sakura said, pulling Yunjin by her nape, their lips almost touching. It was as if the atmosphere had made a whole 180º. Suddenly the so sweet and oh so composed Sakura was anything but. “You have no idea how jealous and protective of you I became after that night, even though it was wrong of me to be” She took a deep breath, letting go of the other’s nape.

“You did?” Yunjin’s cheeks were beet red with the thought of jealous Kkura. She felt an ego boost and well, let’s say that statement made something inside her heat up. “You don’t like thinking of anyone even looking at me?” She whispered, mindlessly staring at the other’s lips.

“Yunjin… you shouldn’t play with fire” She said, holding the other’s face with her left hand and the right holding her waist. “If you continue with this our night is going to end in a way that I wouldn’t deem correct” She lightly squeezed Yunjin’s waist, shaking her head to expel those thoughts out of her head, trying to focus on something else. “Let’s go to bed, the floor is too cold for you” She got up, taking Yunjin with her.

“How do you want me to not think anything dirty when you casually ask me to go to bed with you like this?” Yunjin groaned, sitting on Sakura’s big bed.

As the oldest, she was the only one to have a bedroom for herself, being able to have a king sized bed on it. Yunjin groaned a bit when she felt her wet panties sticking to her skin, a bit embarrassed.

“I don’t think you should think of anything dirty because if you do, then I’ll have to deal with it” She placed both hands on Yunjin’s sides, her eyes dark with desire.

“You say as if it’s a bad thing” She whispered, their faces inches apart.

“You deserve something different from what I can offer you right now” Yunjin smiled, her lips brushing against Sakura’s jaw.

“I deserve for you to fuck me for all those months we were apart” She whispered again.

Sakura’s heart was beating so fast she could hear it, her hands gripped the sheets, trying really hard to restrain that desire. The internal debate was almost loud enough for Yunjin to hear. She never wanted something like she wanted Yunjin, but at the same time she really wanted to be nice and romantic with the girl.

“Hey, look at me” Yunjin caressed her face with both thumbs. “It’s okay” She kissed her slowly. “I want this, unnie” She said with those pretty doe eyes. “Please, show me how much you want me to be yours, only yours”

“Say it again” She placed her thumb on Yunjin’s lower lip, who promptly stuck her tongue out, sucking on it and making Sakura’s breath hitch.

“Please unnie, make me yours”

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The next second was a blur. How could time go fast and slow at the same time?

Sakura kissed her with a certain urgency, promptly sucking her tongue, roaming her hands over her body, getting goosebumps and a whimper from Yunjin who was absolutely too horny and too wet to properly function. She tilted her head to the side, moaning when she felt the japanese’s wet tongue licking her pulse point, biting softly.

“No, please” She breathed out, her right hand squeezing sakura’s upper arm. “Mark me” She pleaded, getting a guttural moan from the other one just with that request.

“We have schedules this week, baby” She kept licking her neck, making her whine and squeeze her thighs together. Sakura took a step back, smiling devilishly. “I can’t mark your neck, but I can make sure you’ll remember me every time you take a look at yourself, love”

Yunjin was so beautiful like that: puffy eyes, swollen lips and that beautiful hair all messy, panting as if she had ran a marathon.

“Will you do something for me?” She said, her tone seductively dangerous.

“Anything, unnie” She whined,a sweet tone to her voice. Sakura smiled.

“Take off your jeans” Yunijn’s heartbeat was on her ears like drums, she could only see Sakura. She could only feel the need to obey and please that gorgeous deity in front of her.

She unbuttoned it, taking it off of her with ease, feeling the japanese’s gaze follow every single one of her moves like a lioness would follow her prey. She was so unbelievably wet that she could feel it now on her thighs.

She sat back with her legs closed, a sudden shame making her feel uneasy. Sakura passed her hand through her dark hair, wetting her lips with the sight in front of her. She kissed Yunjin again, wet and exploring, taking part of that shame off.

“Do you ever touch yourself thinking of me?” She asked, profusely looking into her eyes.

“I…” The blonde looked at the side, avoiding her. “N-no?” It was more like a question than an answer.

“You don’t fool me” Sakura caressed her bare thigh, sitting on the bed and positioning herself between Yunjin who was now laying down. “I’ll ask again and you are going to tell me the truth, or I’ll stop” Sakura said, reaching for the other’s hard nipples slowly, making her roll her eyes and bite her lips.”Have you ever touched yourself thinking about me?” She squeezed her tits together, observing her hips roll and her hands grab the sheets with her closed eyes and furrowed eyebrows.

“Yes, unnie” She swallowed a moan when Sakura pinched her covered nipples.

Sakura reached for her face, kissing her deeply, then leaning back, her intentions quite clear.

“Show me, baby” She bent the other’s knees. “Show me how you fuck yourself when you are alone in your room” Yunjin moaned, her cheeks red with desire and hesitation. “Give me your hand” She took Yunjin’s hand, slowly putting it in her mouth, licking her fingers.

“Fuck, Kkura” Her cunt was drenched and pulsing in an impossible way.

“No unnie?” Sakura said, still licking her fingers, spitting on them. “You get horny and disrespectful now?” She mocked. “Guess I’ll have to stop to teach you some manners…” She was about to take Yunjin’s hand out of her mouth when the other stopped her from doing it.

“Unnie! No, please, I am sorry” Her eyes watered. “Please Kkura unnie, don’t stop” She moaned, looking at the other’s mouth glistening with saliva.

“Touch it, baby” She said, putting Yunin’s wet hand on top of her own pussy. “Let unnie see how you fuck your pretty hole” Yunjin moaned, wanting so bad to be touched but wanting even more to please the other. Sakura pushed her panties to the side, moaning at the beautiful sight of her glistening cunt pulsing for her.

Yunjin was so wet that it was pretty possible three fingers would fit perfectly in her without waiting to adjust, the japanese thought.

She used her middle finger to collect some of her juices, moaning at the feeling.

Circling her clit she rolled her eyes, opening her mouth to scream but nothing came. She wanted to put on a show for her unnie, so she dipped a finger on her entrance observing Sakura’s dark expression change a bit, swallowing hard the need to fuck that pretty pussy.

“Unnie…” Yunjin called with a moan, snapping the other out of that trance. She kept circling her clit, feeling her wetness spread on her skin.

She was feeling so strangely good, it was new to her. As she stated to Sakura before, she didn’t have experience dating and even though she did have sex and theoretically she did touch herself, she was just never able to finish alone or with anybody else.

“Unnie, oh my god” She called again, strained.

“Keep going baby, you are doing so good for me” She said, looking at Yunjin who was a panting mess in front of her. She got rid of her own shorts and panties, using only a jersey now. She lifted Yunjin’s white t shirt, revealing her tits, touching herself at the sight.

Yunjin felt her body tense, shaking and too hot for her to handle, her vision was getting blurry, it was all too new for her. She could only hear the mix of her moans and Sakura’s. She circled a few more times, that suffocating feeling too strong now, making her stop all of a sudden, squeezing her eyes shut.

Sakura, who was also almost cumming, stopped on her tracks too, a bit worried.

“Are you okay, baby?” She panted, trying to recover. Yunjin had her eyes closed, too embarrassed. Sakura laid between her legs, wincing a little, still too horny. She kissed her face, silently panicking. “Yunjin-a” She called, a worried expression. “Are you okay?” She caressed her hair and face and Yunjin hid it in the crook of her neck. “You didn't come, did you?” She nodded, still hiding.

As an experienced person and of course, as Yunjin’s friend, she knew it didn’t happen.

“Are you uncomfortable?” She asked and Yunjin answered with a muffled ‘No’. “Baby, look at me” Sakura asked, but the other didn’t budge. “Do you trust me?” She softly asked, her pussy still throbbing with need. Yunjin finally looked at her and she smiled, kissing her on the lips and pulling her closer.

“What happened?” She asked in the softest tone she could. Yunjin didn’t answer right away, trying to elaborate an answer.

“I felt like I was suffocating” She said, a bit embarrassed. “I never got so worked up before, I guess” The other smiled reassuringly.

“I understand” She kissed her lips. “Was I too fast?”

“No, you were perfect unnie” She caressed Sakura’s face. “I just never, you know” The brunette raised an eyebrow and she fought the urge to hide her face again. “I never had an orgasm before, I guess” She chuckled and Sakura went silent, her expression going from worried to something else.

“I see…” She swallowed thickly. “And why is that? I mean… you had sex before, right?”

“I mean, yeah. But I think it didn’t have the effect in me like it had on others” Sakura chuckled, that dark expression showing itself again.

“Oh, Yunjin…” She smiled, kissing her lips slowly but firmly. “Do you want me to show you how it’s done, baby?” Yunjin nodded mid kiss, that fire on her stomach growing again, making her pussy ache since it’s been denied an orgasm before.

Sakura put herself in the middle of the other’s thighs again, kissing and biting there. Maintaining eye contact with the younger one, she pulled her wet panties down to reveal her pretty pussy, her clit poking out from its hood red and swollen. The japanese woman groaned at the sight, taking off her own jersey and Yunjin’s t shirt, leaving both of them bare.

“Is it okay to keep going? Is there anything you don’t wanna do?” She asked, caressing Yunjin’s thigh.

“Do what you want with me, please” Yunjin moaned. Sakura kissed her on the lips

“Tell me if anything bothers you, ok?” The other nodded, feeling her heart beat fast as hell.

Sakura trailed Yunjin’s body with kisses, working her up, her tongue hot and wet making the other moan. She licked one of her boobs, sucking and biting at the skin to get her marked up like she said she would do.

“Unnie I need you to fuck me, please” Yunjin said, her hips searching for any kind of friction. Sakura smiled against her skin, sucking a dark spot on her abs.

“I am dying to eat you out, darling” She said, going lower and lower. “I just want to mark you to remind you that you are mine now” Kissing the inside of the other’s thigh, she inhaled deeply. “Fuck, you smell so good” She kissed the small patch of hair on top of the other’s cunt, licking from her slit to her engorged clit in a slow motion.

None of them could describe the feeling of how the other made them feel. Yunjin almost screamed at the sudden hotness and pleasure, instantly grabbing the other’s hair; Sakura went to hell and bounced back straight to heaven while sucking that delicious pussy, throbbing at the feeling.

“Oh my god” Yunjin said when the other strongly sucked on her clit, her eyes rolling to the back of her head when she felt the vibration of Sakura’s moan as well. “Fuck, Sakura!” She said, mindlessly humping her wet cunt on the japanese’s tongue.

Sakura kept her gaze on that beautiful face, feeling proud to be making her feel so good; Yunjin tossed and turned, moaning like a bitch in heat, pulling Sakura’s hair with one hand and with the other pulling her nipple, her eyes watering and that feeling in the pit of her stomach again, but this time it was stronger, got her legs shaking and her body tensing up 10 times worse than before.

“Unnie, oh my good” She said, her mouth shaped like an O, looking at Sakura's relentless tongue on her pussy.

“Let it happen, love” Sakura managed to say, diving back to suck on her pulsing clit, her chin wet and glistening.

Yunjin kept humping, her moans getting even louder if that was possible, her legs squeezing Sakura’s head between them, the so awaited moment coming like a missile, making her lose her voice and all her strength.

She felt an unfamiliar buzz on her ears, blinking about three times to recover full consciousness.

She was pulled back by Sakura’s tongue in her mouth, making her taste herself and hum at it.

“Your pussy tastes so good” She said, grabbing the blonde’s face and spitting into her mouth. “I could keep eating you out all night” They moaned into each other’s mouths, a string of spit connecting their kiss.

Yunjin felt like she was supposed to feel sensitive like her friends said they felt when they just climaxed, but with Sakura on top of her saying things like that she only felt more aroused than before.

“Unnie, fuck me with your fingers” Yunjin kissed Sakura’s fingers and directed them to her cunt, watching with attention when she pushed two in one go.

“Look at this” She said, devilishly. “I’ll stretch your pretty pussy so good, baby” She moaned when felt the spongy spot inside of the other one. “One day you’ll be able to take my whole fist inside you and you'll love it” Yunjin’s eyes rolled back, being fucked so hard it was impossible to think properly or to feel ashamed at anything she might've said. "tell me you want my fist up your cunt baby, tellme you'll love it" Sakura said through gritted teeth.

"I- jesus" She stopped mid sentence after the other hit a particularly good spot. "I want your whole fist inside me unnie, fuck"

"I know you do, my love" Sakura growled, spitting on Yunjin's clit, thinking how pretty that stretched pussy looked.

“U-unnie…” She cried, grabbing Sakura’s hand to increase the speed. “Yo-you fuck me so good, so good” She felt that tight feeling again, opening her eyes to say what she was about to say looking directly into her eyes, fully aware of the effect she would cause. “No one ever fucked me like you, ever” She shook her head, tears spilling from both of her eyes, a babbling mess. “F-fuck my pussy like you own me” She said.

Sakura growled, fucking her with her right hand and grabbing her neck with the other one.

“Mine” She said, closer to Yunjin’s lips now. “My little slut” The possessive tone made her pussy clench so hard it was hard to Sakura move her fingers but she didn’t stop, feeling it tighter and tighter, her second orgasm ripping through her body and making her a shaking mess, tears falling freely from her eyes now, the stimulation was too much but too good.

“No one will ever fuck you like me, Yunjin” Sakura said, raising one of Yunjin’s legs to her chest and positioning her clit on top of the blonde’s, much to her surprise.

“Kkura, what-” She started saying, trying to stabilize her voice but a moan ripped through her throat when she felt the other’s wetness mix with her own.

“It’s unnie ” She angrily growled. “You were the one that reminded me someone else’s hand touched you, baby” She started thrusting at a rapid pace, tightly hugging Yunjin’s leg to her chest. “Now I’ll have to- Oh, jesus ” She closed her eyes when their wet clits touched in a better position. “Now I’ll cum all over your little cunt to show you that only I can make you feel like this” She nibbled at Yunjin’s leg.

“Unnie!” Yunjin tossed herself against the mattress, sure she would die of overstimulation. But oh, it felt so fucking good. “Keep going, please unnie, please” She pleaded, scratching the other’s milky thighs, marking her as well, drooling in the most beautiful and fucked out state.

“My little pussy, only mine” Sakura repeated it like a mantra to herself, animalistic.

She kept that hard pace for a few more thrusts, smiling when she felt her orgasm, Yunjin almost passed out on the soft mattress. She was smiling because she knew exactly what was coming, shaking with desire and pride. She pushed herself off the other only enough to tap her own clit a few times, squirting all over the blonde girl who had the third orgasm of the night.

“Mine, just mine” She kept growling, her eyes closed in pleasure.

Yunjin was barely awake, trying to recover her breath; Sakura laid beside her, pulling her to an embrace, kissing her mouth. The only thing she could really feel was the japanese woman, so engulfed in her perfume it was dizzying. Sakura didn't let her go, kissing her, licking her neck and chest like a cat demanding affection.

They kept kissing for what felt like ages, Yunjin’s body sore and tired, almost shutting off.

“I wanna touch you too” She said, sleepily touching Sakura’s body.

Looking outside the window Sakura noticed the sun rising already, smiling at how time flies when you are having a good time. She pulled Yunjin incredibly closer, kissing her temple and inhaling her scent, pulling a blanket over their naked bodies.

“You can barely keep your eyes open, my love” She caressed Yunjin’s back in an up and down motion.

“But I want to, unnie” She yawned, falling in and out of sleep. Sakura chuckled.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be here when you wake up” She touched their noses, thinking the blonde was already sleeping.

“You promise?” She stared at Sakura’s eyes, her gaze heavy and reddened.

Sakura took a deep breath, ghosting her lips over the other’s.

“Yes, my love. I promise”

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fillinforlater · 2 years

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Spaceship: Horizon - Part 10: A Train to Drain

Male Reader x Kwon Nayeon (Nana), Nicha Yontararak (Minnie), Lee Chaeyoung (Isa), Kang Mina, Kim Yeonhee, Jung Chaeyeon, Im Yoona (ft. Kim Yerim, Choi Yena, Miyawaki Sakura)

Length: 6066 words

Tags: 8some, exhibitionism, post-sex, danger lol, aphrodisiac, possibly drunk sex, making out, kissing, sloppy blowjob, deepthroat, no gag reflex, cum swallowing, snow balling I guess, sharing is caring <3, undressing, bend-over, daddy kink, hard sex, voyeurism, lingerie, hairy, cumming inside, breeding kink maybe, mommy kink, sweet sex, fingering, titjob, titsplay, very rough sex, degrading language, braids as handles, cum everywhere lmao, missionary, lesbian play, butt-plug, cursing, squirting, femdom, femsub, female mommy kink, clit play, forced sex maybe, hair pulling, female orgasms en mass, anal, stand and carry (with help), fainting, too much sex, too many tags, I probably forgot like ten

TW: a little bit of drugs (aphrodisiac), and exhibitionism and little degradation, also polygamy lmao

Credit: @midnightdancingsol for editing. What would I do without you? Thank you, as always!

(A/N: Yes, this is an 8some. Seven idols of seven groups I haven’t written yet. This is also the setup for the season finale! Enjoy!)

“Attention, everyone! Head to your sleeping quarters or headquarter immediately! This is an order. Those that will not arrive at their respective quarters within fifteen minutes will be punished severely. Achtung an alle—”

The roaring siren wakes you up. It lasts only for about ten seconds, before Helper’s robotic, threatening voice interjects. In multiple languages he repeats the warning—at least, it’s what you assume in your half-sleepy, half-exhausted state.

Yeri is the little spoon to your big spoon. Except for her beautiful legs and feet, she is covered by a yellow blanket. Your flaccid dick rests on her firm ass cheeks, enjoying their smoothness after long sessions of usage. The two of you made a mess underneath the blanket, and by removing it, it's revealed.

“Yeri, get up. This sounds serious.”

“Five more minutes,” she says, a few wrinkles appearing on her forehead.

“Stop joking, we have no time for this shit!”

You jump up and take the blanket with you. Yeri mewls and squirms on the bed in need of the cozy object. Just like you, she is completely naked, but unlike you, she is not scrambling to get all of her clothes back on.

“Why are you in such a hurry? What are they going to do, kill us?”

“Uhm, yeah? Maybe they are doing this as an experiment? A test, to find those that are disobedient and execute the—where the fuck is my shirt?”

It’s seemingly nowhere. No matter how thoroughly your eyes scan the room, you cannot find it. You don’t even remember where Yeri tore the garment off your torso. In front of the large mirror? At the end of the creaking bed? Behind that shaky stool? Even after scanning them two times, three times, you’re still shirtless.

“Aw~ Are you looking for this?” Yeri asks in a playful voice. She leans backwards and makes a show out of pulling the striped shirt from in between her legs.

“Do you still want to wear this? Look—”

She points at streaks of glassy, white liquid at the hem of the shirt.

“—that’s yours! Oh, and this—”

Yeri points at large stains of wetness all over the blue and white fabric.

“—is mine. Damn, it smells nice—”

With a scoff you tear it from her hands. The piece of clothing feels unusable. Yeri giggles and stretches her limbs across the equally unusable bed—if you were able to sleep in this, you might as well put the shirt on. It might save you a lot of trouble after all.

“Hello! Oh my, am I interrupting something?”

A distinctive, ecstatic voice booms over the monotonous repetition of the speaker. Yena’s smile is distinctive, equally happy and sly, as she slowly walks towards you. You flail backwards, before narrowing your eyes. Embarrassment and anger rise in your head for just a moment, but then you resign yourself to utter confusion.

“Ah, fuck it!” you shout out and sink into the chair on which you pounded Yeri, “I give up, do whatever you want, I—"

"Nice, next round?" Yeri asks. Seductively, she spreads her legs and uses her fingers to show off her folds. Despite the exhibitionistic behavior, both Yeri and Yean do not pay attention to one another. The latter is much more focused on getting information across to you.

"You two will have to wait for that. We have to win before that."

You roll your eyes. Yena's words leave you utterly lost in their mysteriousness. She sounds like an edgy teenager in their rebellious phase and you have no time for it. In only a couple of minutes, you might be in big trouble.

"Yena, I'll go now. This is too stupid for me."

"They won't come. They won't do anything to you, they can't."

"What the fuck? Explain! You sound like a conspiracy theorist or some moron—"

Yena raises her fist. A sparkle of determination and joy shines in her eyes. Her appearance is cute yet her behavior is still as vague as one can be.

"Okay, I'll give you a very brief, unsatisfactory explanation now. If you follow through, I'll give you a ten hour lecture about—literally everything you want."

"Really, now? Fuck you, Yena, you’re so annoying. Is it that hard to tell me—"

A moan in the background interrupts your one-sided fight with Yena. Yeri starts to masturbate by rubbing her clit in gradual circles. Yeah, this was to be expected of her. Somehow, she is not yet satisfied, even after hours of sex.

"One more video—"

Yena's voice is suddenly deep and honest. A weird, unfitting change with Yeri's moans and the wet sounds of her pussy in the background, but with every passing second, things seem to make less and less sense.

"One more video and we will be free from them. Make the craziest fuck session ever and they will all disappear."

"Your drinks, ladies."

With elegant steps and a swing of your hips, you glide through the delighted crowd towards the full table in this crowded bar. The tone of your voice is not as elegant. It's been an hectic evening after all. Dozens of customers want to be served and your colleagues are eager to do their bare minimum for some reason. Would've been nice if they at least increased their speed by a factor of 1.2, but no, they still move at a snail's pace.

A cynical person might call the table you're serving a 'consolation prize'. Sure, the seven women order drink after drink and put you under severe pressure, but they all look absolutely stunning. Beautiful girl after beautiful girl, all very distinct, with their own style, yet their synergy is immaculate. They laugh, bicker and raise glasses with no end in sight.

"Hey, Mina! That's mine—stop!" Chaeyeon complains.

"Chill, you can have a sip of mine too," Yeonhee interrupts the arising argument.

While you place down the next round of drinks, your eyes scan the seven faces quickly. Should I go for it and ask for her number? Ah, no, they all look too rich or out of your league to tell you. It's no use, and work is still going to keep you occupied for a couple of hours.

"You two, always sticking tongues in the same thing…" Nicha’s witty response finds a quick counter by Chaeyeon.

"Nicha, you too kissed guys who had girlfriends before, so—"

"That's totally different!"

"Uhm, hey. I'd like to order an, uhm."

Oh, this one is directed at you. The quietest girl looks at you with her puppy eyes. She is adorable, but her extremely expensive outfit forces you to throw out every fantasy of ever asking her out.

"Ah, yes. What can I get for you?" you eventually respond with a shy smile.

"Nana, do you really think you can take another?" Yoona, the oldest, says worriedly.

"Yes!” Nana oozes confidence, “I want the, what's it called, oh yes! Limoncello Martini, with extra lemon juice, please."

"Sure, thing," you say. To your surprise, the background noise gets louder as the seven beauties fall quiet. Fourteen eyes in different sizes and colors fly open wide. A feeling of uncomfortableness creeps up your spine and you quickly leave the table.

That was creepy. Ah, whatever. Probably just an inside joke.

A cocktail here, a beer there, a bowl of peanuts to the back. Water, vodka, wine, cola, then a tequila-filled glass hits the floor. A lot can happen in ten minutes, but eventually the Limoncello Martini reaches Nana. Its strong lemon smell reaches your nose and you can't help but to grimace at the acidity. Her friends are caught up in an excited chatter that quiets down when you arrive.

"The Limoncello, extra lemon, for you."

"Thank you very much~" Nana responds with a bright smile. Her eyes show signs of the alcohol taking its well-known effect: unfocused, slightly dizzy, yet just as sparkling as when she first entered the bar. Why shouldn’t this be the perfect time to ask h—

“Give me some too!”

“Hey, Yeonhee, stop! Order your own drink!”

“Give me money then.”

“You have your own money!”

“Stop fighting, you two.”

A calm, confident voice interrupts the two girls before they can spill the drink. Yeonhee, a blonde girl with pure features and cute lips that now furrow to a pout, leaves the cocktail glass alone and Nana immediately dives in to take a sip. The muscles on her cheeks and forehead contort as the boozy liquid finds its way down her throat. You chuckle.

“I thought so. I never saw someone order extra lemon. Is it too sour? Can I get you a new one?”

“No,” Nana whispers while putting the glass down, “but you can give me your number, hm?”

The bar is closed. Most people left hours ago. The sun has been up for a couple of hours now and everyone who drank one or two cocktails over their limit is dozing at home. Behind the counter, your boss is counting stacks of cash, while your co-worker cleans the remaining glasses and tables.

You’re not helping them today. You always do, but your luck is beyond reason this morning. Nana’s arms wrap around your neck while yours are on her exposed waist. In short intervals, you two engage in a wild battle of tongues, before pulling back with groans. Her hands find your back, abs, pecs, whereas yours go down from her breast, to her ass, and end at her thighs.

“Touch me more,” Nana moans. You’d respond, but she leaves you speechless with her lips as a seal and tongue as a plug. Answering isn’t necessary of course, since you can just continue to squeeze her delicious curves. Her breasts are a nice handful, but a white top with weird, wide see-through plastic straps keeps you from feeling their texture.

All it takes is a pull and the straps glide down Nana’s arm and the top down to her midriff. No bra. You both smile into the kiss. She frees her arms and unbuckles her pants to let both pieces of garment drop to the floor. You want to dive in immediately—

“Did you know I like sharing~?”

“Uhm, well you didn’t share your drink back then.”

“Just because I knew she wouldn’t like it.” Nana unbuttons your shirt, then continues her explanation in a sultry tone, “I share different things. Men like you, for example.”

Your heart has been racing ever since Nana pulled out her phone to type in your ten digit number and now it picked up the pace once more. The question of if she is serious becomes unnecessary when you see the door slowly open to reveal one of her friends—Nicha. The punk-like outfit she wore back at the table is nowhere to be seen. Her hair is a mess, the same goes for her loosely-hanging bra and drenched crimson panties.

“She’s hot, huh?” Nana whispers. Sucks at your now-bare collarbone can’t distract you from the tipsy Nicha walking towards you. The sway of her hips is deadly, the same for her lips. Never before have you seen a woman with matching lingerie and lipstick. It’s an insane sight.

“Sit down,” Nicha orders. Nana struggles to get your belt open, leaving her friend's waiting. An eye roll later and the girl in black hair yanks down your pants. As these pants still fall, she shoves you into the couch. Your gasp again when Nicha goes down to her knees before you and frees your cock from its underwear cage with nothing but her mouth.

“You’ll love this. Her tongue and mouth are incredible.”

Nana’s statement is confirmed instantaneously. Nicha licks your cockhead in swirls like she is engaging in a passionate kiss with it. The texture of her tongue is all over your sensitive tip, then proceeds to move further down the shaft to reach your base. To your surprise, Nicha doesn’t gag, even with multiple inches in her throat. It takes her little effort to leave red imprints on your shaven base.

Nana nibbles and licks on your earlobe. It sends a shiver down your spine, but you still can't stop staring down at Nicha and her black bangs as they move through her blowjob. The sound of wet sloshes of saliva mixes with Nana's whisper right next to your ear.

"Do you like that? Two girls, all over you? I can make it more, if you just… cum.”

“Fuck.”

Your groan encourages Nicha to smear more of her lipstick on you. Your arousal and sensitivity reach their peak when Nicha does a quick corkscrew motion with mouth and Nana drags her tongue along your jaw. Nana moves down your throat to your chest, her black-haired friend down your length to your balls. Nicha takes them into her mouth. Pop, pop. They are full and you’re close to unleashing what's inside them.

“F-fuck,” your groan out in bliss.

“Nicha~”

Nana’s cutesy voice resonates from your navel where the journey of her tongue ended.

“I know you want it all. Take it.”

“Shut up!”

Angrily, she goes down on you again, the chin grazes your saliva-glazed balls. With an elongated hiss you announce what they both know: your orgasm is imminent. In a moment of blind enthusiasm, you grab Nicha’s sweaty hair and pull it down. A gasp from Nana, as she is cheek-to-cheek with Nicha comes simultaneously to your final groan.

Gulp, gulp, gulp. Three times is not enough for Nicha to fully swallow the sticky whiteness. She backs off and the rest drips from her mouth, only to be caught by an eager Nana. Coos and giggles in between slurps of semen are Nicha’s song before she finishes it with a shout.

“Next~!”

Your vision is dizzy. Your eyes switch from an exhausted Nicha to an amused Nana to your hard cock to foreign hands on your cock to massive thighs to covered breasts. After a short recovery you recognize the new faces with their respective attributes: Isa and Mina, also part of the friend group from last night.

Isa’s gorgeous face does not include her familiar smile, but a red hue, probably from the copious amounts of liquor she consumed. She is almost brash, completely different from Mina. Isa does not hesitate to put her fingers around your cock to stroke it. You groan in surprise at the pleasure and Isa takes the chance to kiss you. However, her dance is a mess and her teeth are a constant obstacle. A sting when she accidentally bites your lip interrupts the attempt.

“I’m sorry, fuck.”

“It’s fine, I—”

“No, no, I know I’m bad at that. Can I still get uhm…?”

She nods towards your phallus and you chuckle.

“Sure. How would you like it?”

“How about—”

Isa climbs off from the couch, her right hand lingering on your chest a little, her left hand lingering around your cock a little longer, and stands up straight. She looks lost and stressed, her eyes darting around the room. With every step her breasts jiggle a little and her thighs jiggle a little more, as she walks towards a dark oak dresser in the corner of the room.

“—here?”

Isa ignores the vase, mirror, and glass beads atop the dresser and rests her elbows in between them, then she shakes her head to free her stupidly gorgeous face from any stray locks, spreads her wobbly, smooth legs and looks back at you. It works like an aphrodisiac.

Mindlessly, you jump up and almost butt heads with Mina. Fuck. Isa had occupied your brain to the point that you forgot about the busty cutie before you. Unlike Isa, she is still wearing something: a simple white bra with matching panties. Conservative, but beautiful. It fits her. After all, she is still covering her cheeks and timidly looks away. What gives away her hidden desire is a wet spot of arousal on said panties.

“Damn, you're beautiful.”

“Th-thank you.”

“Wanna join us?”

“Uh, I, uhm, don’t—”

“You don’t have to—”

“No! S-sure, I’ll c-come with you.”

You stretch out your hand as an invitation. It must look odd when you're completely naked and your cock swings. Nevertheless, Mina’s shyness subsides a little and she reaches for your hand. As your digits entwine, you hear a desperate cry from Isa.

“Pleeeeease, hurry!”

Mina follows after you and rests on the wall next to the dresser. Though she looks shy and flushed, her eyes still follow your body and Isa’s body when they meet in a backhug. Your dick glides into the gap beneath Isa’s leaking pussy. Her velvety insides might not squeeze you right now, but her thighs, her godly thighs create suffocating pressure.

“Fuck, your thigh—”

“I know. Can you fuck me now?”

“Hm? Am I not fucking you?” you joke, thrusting into the gap while gently caressing her hair. If you’re honest, this is easily enough pleasure to make you ignore the risky fuck of a pussy. After about ten thrusts, ten claps on her firm butt, Isa breaks:

“No! Fuck. My. Pussy! Hard, no more bulls—ah!”

Isa screams out in pleasure. Finally, your cock has found its way between her slick folds and then into her hot depth. Your fingers now entwine with her silken hair and pull. There is no turning back for her, for you, for Mina, as she gawks at the rapid fire jolts of your hip.

Ripple after ripple turn Isa’s thighs into an ocean of waves. Your heavy thrusts of your pelvis against her ass, causes her to whine adorably. Isa’s whines turn to moans when you hit the entrance to her womb with hard smacks of your leaking tip. The glass beads tremble, the vase almost tumbles, the mirror shakes dangerously. Isa’s hot, rampant breaths cause it to mist up and your relentless pounding almost causes its downfall.

Unbeknownst to you and beyond her self-control, Mina leans in closer. Drool leaks from her lips and onto the brown wooden surface. Her face is visibly heating up and her legs rub together frantically. The friction makes her panties become a useless towel. They fail to hold the nectar dripping from her pussy as she tries to hold onto the shaking dresser.

“Good, good, Daddy! Fuck me, fill me!”

“Wh-what?”

“Yes, Daddy! Give me your milk!”

Confusion and fear overtakes your head. You spin it to the side; this plain, gray wall won’t help you. To the other; an undressing Mina is no help either. Over your shoulder; Nana fortunately provides an explanation:

“She is on birth control, don’t worry! She just likes being full.”

And you definitely like her pussy, its divine texture, glorious heat and virgin-like grip. This is a gift you cannot refuse. Isa is not only begging for it with her words, her body also moves to match your pace. Only second until you cum for a second time, yet you don’t want to leave the second girl unsatisfied. Use your unoccupied hand and go on an adventure. The treasure is her clit, which you stimulate with quick rubs to push her into climax. It should always be this easy.

“Oh my God, fuck!”

Cross the finish line together with Isa. It feels like pumping a week's worth of semen into the twitching, unstable girl. When you pull out of her and back off, Isa slowly sinks to the ground. Her breaths are deep, quick and satisfied. Something is off though. For some reason, you’re still energetic, still hard, still feral—or is it actually the other way around?

You somehow turned into an animal in heat. Nothing can stop you.

Mina gaps when you grab her hand and throw her onto the sofa. She mewls when you tell her to remove her bra, but still follows through. The astonishing sight of her breasts gives your dick-controlled brain an idea.

Climb on top of her and align your shaft with the gap in between her big mounds, then grab said mounds and squeeze. This pocket around your cock is soft and Isa’s fresh juices serve as a lubricant. In this weird position where you have to balance yourself to not crash onto Mina’s trained stomach makes the tit fuck hard, but absolutely thrilling.

“Stick out your tongue.”

Your order came out harsher, more desperate than you would’ve wanted. Mina’s aroused face shows no signs of being startled, on the contrary: she obliges. Her small tongue protrudes from her luscious lips, and with more aggression you try to reach it. A couple of thrusts and you groan. A drool-covered tip meets a pussy-juice-covered tip. Not a huge difference, until yours leaks pre-cum and sprinkles it. Mina laps it up and grimaces at her first taste of the clear liquid.

“Good girl. I’ll give you a reward.”

You stop and move your attention away from Mina’s bust. Your fingers glide over her midriff and without hesitation dive into her sodden panties. A wild bush, almost as wild as your attack onto her vulva, is no obstacle for your goal to pleasure her. Mina mewls like a kitten when you finger fuck her.

Find the nub in her dark pubic hair and rub it with your thumb. Your finger thrusts go faster and faster. Mina’s breasts make sure you don’t go flaccid and suddenly, she squeezes them together and down your length. It’s no use, holding your moan back and luckily Mina joins you. This becomes a duel, a battle of who can pleasure the other better.

A moment of hesitation, contemplation, then overstimulation for Mina. She jerks her tits up and down to have any semblance of winning this competition, but her lower body is giving up on her. It goes up on its own, fucking your finger, and suddenly unleashing. A clear stream of squirt flies across the couch and onto your rubbing fingers.

Mina throws her head back just in time for you to do the same. Four spurts of cum streak over the beautiful girl, from her forehead to her nipples. A little bit drips into her mouth while she moans. The saltiness makes her whine as the wave of pleasure abates.

You laugh.

“Damn, that was amazing.”

“Wow. You were right, Nana, he’s still hard,” a new voice whispers.

Chaeyeon gives Nana a back hug and nibbles on the younger woman's neck. Nana moans and bites her lip. Through the sudden attack of affection, she points over at the small living room table. On it lies another girl. The sight makes your brain lag and you forget her name.

Does a name really matter if she is already nude, legs spread, fingers on her clit?

You turn your body towards her. She looks impatient, so you hurry to get off of Mina and cover the small distance. It’s not fast enough however. With an annoyed gaze, she speaks her mind with no filter.

“Hurry the fuck up! Please me!”

“Woah, chill! Your face is cute, but you’re a needy bitch, huh?”

Long, golden blond braids are favorable handles for you. With your first, merciless pull you remember her name again. Yeonhee. Innocent-looking, but absolutely bratty. Maybe she is just confident and really wants your dick. Either way, she gets it.

Plunge into her. Yeonhee’s legs tremble like she is currently experiencing an orgasm. You ignore it and only chase your own release. It will be the fourth of this morning and because Yeonhee’s insides are hotter than the sun itself, you’ll soon be there. Each drill is proof of the mind-blowing texture of the blonde’s velvety walls. You complement it with another pull on her braids.

“Argh, fuck.”

“You get what you want—or should I stop?”

“No, fuck me—ah!”

Yeonhee is a mess of trembles once more. Could it actually be this easy to make her cum? You wouldn’t dare to complain. She milks like her life depends on it whenever you give her pain and pleasure in the form of pulls and thrusts. Because of the contortion of her adorable face, you haven’t paid attention to her breasts yet. The handfuls bounce up and down, and you lean in to lap at her solid nipples.

The sweat on her back makes her glide centimeters over the glass surface of the table. Jiggles on her perfectly endowed go unnoticed, at least by you. From behind you hear moans and giggles from Nana and Chaeyeon. The thought of them pleasuring each other while watching you makes you increase your speed.

Yeonhee screams. She throws her arms back off the edge of the table and her clean, sweaty pits get exposed. Instinctively, your tongue moves down from her mound to the exposed pit to lick up more of her addictive body. This time, you won’t care if she can get pregnant or not. You just want to unload in this damn body, and she wants you as well.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop! Fuck, never stop. I want more!”

“Yeonhee, me too. Fuck, you’re so tight.”

Your pelvises only meet once more. Her braids are handles only once more. Your cock only spurts into Yeonhee once more. It’s all worth it. When you pull out, cream flushes out of her red pussy. It runs in between her ass cheeks and makes a sticky mess on the table. You move away from her, just a step, to take the beautiful girl into view. She has her eyes closed and—

“Aw~ Are you going soft in Mommy’s hand~?”

A mocking voice. A delicate hand. A painful groan. Perky nipples press into your back, in fact, you feel the entirety of a toned, bare body. Like this, you cannot see her face, but you have a feeling who it could be. Chaeyeon confirms your assumption when she calls out:

"Yoona-unnie! I want to go next!"

"Oh, sweetie, I'm not taking him away from you. Actually, I'm helping you."

She pulls back her hand at a snail's pace. You squirm and lean back even more into Yoona's body and her second hand makes sure you'll stay like this. Your thoroughly used cock twitches like crazy and it was about to go soft—

"I'm keeping him hard. Look~"

It's not only her hand. Yoona's voice, with its sultry, mocking, demanding tone is like a pacemaker. It forces blood to go back to your cock. You stay solid, physically ready to go, but your brain is lagging. This morning had been too crazy.

"Mommy did her thing. Now~go give it to our cute Chaeyeon here."

"Stop calling me cute, Unnie!" Chaeyeon says angrily. She abandons her intimate hug and kiss session with Nana and lays down on the couch, next to a snoring Mina.

"I want you now, mister waiter," the stunning brunette says, spreading her legs high and wide.

"Will you really keep her waiting~?" Yoona asks, her lips right at your ear.

A stupid question. Of course you don't want to keep a willing woman with perfect legs and juicy breasts waiting. Your mind is failing you. The constant stimulation and switch in partners made it a mushy mess.

Yoona guides you from behind. Each movement of her limbs forces you to move yours as well- Her legs and hands cover the miniscule distance to Chaeyeon's shaven slit. Her eyes sparkle in need.

"Put it in, put it in, please,” Chaeyeon begs.

"Fold her, press her, fill her, do it for Mommy.” Yoona’s seductive voice is inescapable.

"Y-yes, Mommy."

And you do it. Your fingers wrap around Chaeyeon's ankles. In one swing, you press her smooth legs back and down. Chaeyeon gasps in anticipation, so you continue. Align your cock with her awaiting pussy and you find that she has a surprise for you: the heart-shaped gem of a butt-plug in between her small cheeks.

"Our pretty Chaeyeon has gotten kinky~"

Before Chaeyeon can respond to Yoona's remark, you flick, tug and lightly twist the protruding end of the sex toy.

"It looks hot."

"It feels amazing. I always wanted to try it with a cock in me—shit!"

A curse from her tender lips. It's only the first of many, many curses an elegant woman like her should not spout, but then again, no one who it could bother will ever know. It's just her, her six equally horny and naughty friends, and you.

"How does she feel? Come on, tell Mommy~"

Yoona massages your shoulders as she watches you massaging Chaeyeon's insides. Both their pussies leak down your legs, from the front, from the back. Quickly, you get on your toes to get more leverage. Glide deep and groan your answer.

"Mommy, she is—fuck, incredible. She feels so tight and I can f-feel the plug."

"Good boy~"

All of a sudden, Yoona jolts her hips forward against your ass. Your formerly careful thrusts are gone. Yoona makes you fuck her friend harder than planned and consequentially, Chaeyeon grips the pillows harder.

"Unnie, what are you—fuck!"

"Shhh, baby girl~! You're mine now."

You're stuck. Trapped between the bodies of two women. Yoona uses you as her tool, to stimulate the younger Chaeyeon. Never before felt being used this good. Luckily, Chaeyeon seems to melt and falter to the pleasure a faster-than-expected fucking gives her.

Kiss Chaeyeon's womb and simultaneously Yoona kisses your nape. Even with her lips and tongue she is eager, thus it's no surprise that Chaeyeon succumbs to the double thrusts.

"U-unnie, it fee—" Chaeyeon is cut off by a harsh Yoona.

"No, sweetie. Wrong."

"M-M-Mommy, fuck, it feels so good. My pussy, my ass—make me cum, please."

Yoona's hands wander over your waist to her friend's clit. What happens after is unbeknownst to you. All you see is Chaeyeon's eyes jumping open wide and here the pleasure-filled scream from trembling lips. Then the pressure around your dick becomes unbearable. Yoona forces a quick array of thrusts, but then you burst.

After so many loads, it's no surprise that this one is tiny and not near as creamy as before. Still, the pulses from Chaeyeon's cunt make you feel an indescribable heat and the joy of sex makes you slowly tumble into dreamland. This victory of Yoona is your final part in this scene.

"Hey, don't fall asleep on me! I still haven't had my share!"

Nana shouts and shakes at your shoulder. She pulls you away from the couch and the other girls and pulls you into a hug. Your semi-hard cock grazes her folds, but it's too late. You become flaccid.

"No! This is so unfair."

"Give him more of it," Yeonhee says from behind. You don't see her, as your eyes are focused on the disappointed Nana.

"But is it safe? I don't want him to overdose."

"O-overdose? What do you mean?"

Nana sighs.

"Do you remember the Limoncello Martini? The extra lemon has a… special effect. It makes you last longer."

"What?"

Any follow-up question is stuck in your throat. Considering your current environment and predicament, the existence of such a substance is not surprising at all. How did they get their hands on it though?

"Yeah. And because I still did not have you in me, I want you to smell a tiny bit of it. Is that okay with you?"

"How could I possibly refuse such an offer? I think you’ve deserved it now."

Nana giggles and you hear steps behind you. One of the six woman you had sex with before holds her finger underneath your nose. The distinct smell of the citrusy fruit hits your nostrils. It's not even close to the Limoncello Martini, so you suspect that its effects will not be enough, but Nana shows confidence.

“This will do.”

Then she kisses you. Once again, your tongues play and dance with each other as you feel the effects on the lower part of your body. Once again, the two of you have your hands at the other's body, although this time only certain spots are of interest. Once again, you get horny for this frisky girl and the lemon-stimulus makes you hard in her squeezing hand.

“One load?” Nana asks jokingly, as her fingers wander down to your balls and cup them super gently.

“More would kill me.”

“Then I want it… in my ass.”

Nana’s whisper was not quiet enough. The part of her friends that’s able to stand up does so and hastily positions themselves next to you. Their eyes are bright, their grins as well.

“Nana, finally.”

“We’ve waited so long for this. Good girl~”

Both Yoona and Nicha hook their arms around Nana’s legs and lift the light woman up. Her wetness rubs on your hardness now as she once again wraps her arms around your nape. You instinctively help in stabilizing her, but now your arms are occupied. There is no way for you to align with her puckered entrance.

Luckily, a third girl staggers over and finds stop at your shoulders. Chaeyeon completes the circle of beauty around you and her sweaty hands reach for your sensitive shaft. When you hiss, she giggles.

“Hm, I’m glad I get to touch this snake, Daddy.”

“Daddy? What?!”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure you made me pregnant just now. So take—”

With no warning, she shoves your tip into Nana’s ass.

“—responsibility.”

Nana screams and you almost join her. This is too much. A man isn’t made for feeling the narrow, scorching confines of so many holes in such a short amount of time. A heart, a brain, a cock can’t possibly survive such frequent usage and stimulation. They will surely break at some point.

For Nana, however, you’ll accept this fate. Even if you fucking die through this, you will not stop.

The brunette girl has tears in her eyes, while her Unnies praise her and coo with every inch you push into her ass. At times, she feels too tight to get your entire length into her, but eventually, with a lot of help from her friends, you bottom out. Muster all the strength you have to pull her close. Thank God that Chaeyeon is like a pillar behind you or you would have lost balance.

“I-it hurts m-more than I thought,” Nana whimpers, a few tears running down her flawless cheeks.

“Y-you good? We can stop whenever you want. This is not a competition.”

“Yeah, baby,“ Yoona softly says, “you did good, you don’t have to prove anything~.”

“My first time hurt too,” Nicha adds, while adding kisses to Nana’s back.

“No! J-just go v-very slowly, okay?”

Take a look at Nana’s sparkling eyes. They reaffirm her words and so you, with a lot of help, begin your first thrust. It’s easily the slowest you’ve pulled out of a girl this morning, but it’s also necessary. Nana’s face is distorted by pain until your glans is the only thing inside her butt.

“You can do it.” Chaeyeon’s words are amplified by her massaging Nana’s legs.

“Yes, I can.”

You groan. Even at such a slow pace, this thrust feels great. Nana’s ass grips tightly and soon, every part of your cock gets milked from her walls. Who could last longer than a minute inside this amazing hole?

Your brain starts to fail. First your nose. The smell of sweat, juice and sex escape you. Then your vision. Gorgeous faces, bare chests and slender limbs become fuzzy. Finally, your own body. Yoona, Nicha and Chaeyeon are the only reason you and Nana are still upright.

“I-I can’t anymore.”

“Please, just a couple more thrusts.”

Her plea, your only energy. You begin to thrust faster. She winces. You repeat the motion, and suddenly she groans. Your perception of time has gone haywire. Suddenly you feel yourself pounding Nana faster. She doesn’t cry anymore and seems to fit perfectly around your length. Moans and cheers make a cacophony that reassure you: it’s working now.

“So good! Please, cum inside! Cum before me!”

What an odd request.

A hole in your memory. All you do is feel and hear. Ropes of cum flee your body, Nana trembles around you. Her wetness lubes your torso, her fingernails scratch your neck. There are moans, there are sighs, there is a door being opened. Confused, excited, panicked voices—and in between all of them, you immediately recognize one.

“You did it! We are free, finally!”

Sakura. What is she doing here?

(A/N2: Sorry for all those tags, and thanks for reading! If you find missing tags, comment them or sth lmao)

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The 7th Hokage visited Sasuke and invited him to an izakaya [pub] for some drinks to congratulate him for his latest mission.

Sasuke: You're just making up excuses to leave work and drink.

Naruto: *laughs* Well, you may be or you may not be wrong.

Waiter: Sasuke-san! Long time! *looks at Naruto* Oh, your best friend visited you?

Sasuke: No, my wife is at home.. I'll take the usual. Just double it for his order.

Waiter: Got it! *leaves*

Naruto: Teme, what's with wrong with you?? Am I not your best friend??

Sasuke: No. Sakura is obviously my best friend. Your best friend is Hinata.

Naruto: No— I mean— It doesn't work that way! You can be married but not necessarily—

Sasuke: *sighs* I consider you as my brother.

Naruto: Oh. Of course! *smiles widely* I'll take that! That's better than a best friend!

Sasuke: Whatever pleases you..

Naruto: *laughs* Before I left the village, one old man died..

Sasuke: What does that have to do with me?

Naruto: Listen first, dattebayo! *sips water* The guy's wife died a month earlier. He died because of sadness..

Sasuke: *nods*

Naruto: That's it? That's your reaction?

Waiter: *walks back* Here's your order! *places the snacks and drinks on their table*

Sasuke: Thanks. *nods at the waiter as it leaves*

Naruto: Hey, no reaction to my story? *takes a bite from the karaage*

Sasuke: *takes a tempura* What's so surprising about it?

Naruto: What do you mean what's so surprising?

Sasuke: If my parents didn't die together and my mother dies before my dad, I'm sure he'd die after a month.

Naruto: What makes you say that?

Sasuke: *chugs his beer* My mom was perfect. My people.. The Uchiha.. Are greatly devoted to love.

Naruto: *chugs his beer too*

Sasuke: *wipes his mouth* Sakura is the same as my mom. She's perfect just like her.

Naruto: *nods; gets tempura*

Sasuke: I really think that the most harrowing idea is that I'd spend any part of my life without her. *chugs his beer again*

Naruto: You mean when you're away from her?

Sasuke: No.. Usuratonkachi, I thought we're talking about death?

Naruto: S-Sorry! Well..

Sasuke: Being far from her— I can take that.. *gets gyoza* Because I know she's always there waiting for me..

Naruto: But being dead is way different, you're saying?

Sasuke: If she's gone forever, that would be a level of loneliness and irreplaceable— Iredeemable emotional desolation that I couldn't possibly contemplate. *finishes his beer mug*

Naruto: Whoa! That's— That's deep.. But I totally understand..

Sasuke: So yeah.. If she will die first, I'm sure I won't last a week. I'll follow her..

Naruto: Don't say that! You still have Sarada if that happens. *calls the waiter to fill their mugs again*

Sasuke: Sarada is my 2nd best friend. She'll understand me. She won't let me be miserable. By then, most likely she has her own family..

Naruto: *nods*

Sasuke: If my daughter will allow me to go, I will. If she will ask me to live, I will. Because I know Sakura will also follow Sarada's decision if she's in that situation..

Naruto: ...

Sasuke: ...

Naruto: Sasuke.. Why are you so sure that Sakura will die first?

Sasuke: I made a promise that I will live past her..

Naruto: To take care of her?

Sasuke: Yes, but more importantly, I won't let her suffer because of me again.. I know the pain of losing your loved one..

Naruto: Yeah..

Sasuke: I will not let her experience that pain.

Naruto: *smiles*

Sasuke: Are you drunk? We only had one glass? You're red and smiling like an idiot.

Naruto: I'm not!! *laughs* I'm just.. I'm just happy that you think that way.

Sasuke: Hm?

Naruto: You're my best friend, my brother.. And so is Sakura. She's a sister to me.. So, hearing you talking about her like that makes me happy.

Sasuke: You're too emotional over a glass of beer. *shakes his head*

Naruto: Hey, you were the one being really deep about love moments ago!!

Sasuke: *laughs*

Naruto: We should.. We should have more meetings like this, you know. Let's invite our wives next time. Or maybe a team reunion.. Something like that.

Sasuke: I see, you're really making a list of excuses to get away from work, huh..

Naruto: I told you, I'm not!!

Sasuke: *smirks* Yeah.. Breaks like this is good too.

Naruto: See? You also enjoyed my company!

Sasuke: I didn't say that. Don't be assuming.

Naruto: Sasuke!!!

#sasusaku #sasusaku headcanon #ss headcanon #sscoded no 276

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twicesserafim · 11 months

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G!p jealous sakura 🥹🫶

...

Maybe it was the bartender and random people flirting with you at the party, maybe it was the people you saw that recognized you and hugged you for a little too long, or maybe it was how you danced on the dance floor when some sensual songs came on and everyone had their eyes on you.

But you don't know the true reason why she was so jealous. But what you do know is that she's pounding into you continuously.

Making you shake, scream and whine in both pain and pleasure. The members and everyone at the party could hear from downstairs, sakura had dragged you upstairs a few moments ago, without saying anything she just whipped her cock out and shoved it in you.

"kkura!" you screamed out as she grabbed into your hips so hard, you were scared it would bruise. "gonna fuck you so hard, gonna cum so deep in this pussy, in my pussy. You like that don't you? get you fucking pregnant? breed you?"

You couldn't find the right words to say, knowing you both weren't ready for children but you didn't want to upset her further.

She left a harsh slap on your ass, making you whimper, "answer me, you fucking slut." "y-yes..!" "yes what? huh?" "yes mommy..!" "now tell me, have you been a good girl or a bad girl?" "b-bad girl.. i'm sorry.." "you better be. now tell me whose pussy this is, scream it for everyone to hear."

"your pussy!" "scream my fucking name, you whore." "this pussy is yours! all yours! fuck- sakura- it's your pussy- kkura unnies pussy!" She chuckled and smirked. "good girl"

You could barely speak from the rough pounding from behind, and it didn't help as she grabbed your neck and started choking you.

You were struggling to breath as she kept on pounding, spanking and choking you. "g-gonna fucking cum in this pussy" she moaned as you panicked. "wait! i'm not in there pill!" "i know, bitch." And with that, she came inside you.

...

After a few hours, you were crying and shaking in her arms as sakura rubbed your back, "do you understand now? you're mine, got it?" you nodded, "i'm sorry.." "i forgive you, only because you were such a good girl, do you wanna go home now?"

You nodded as she smiled, grabbing her zip up, putting the pair of shorts you wore under your dress on you and zipping up the hoodie, pulling the hood over your head and kissing your cheek. "so cute"

She giggled as you smiled, "i would put you in something longer but i don't have anything, plus, i ripped your dress in half so you can't wear that." you laughed, but your throat was still slightly dry so it sounded a little raspy making sakura frown. "you want a drink? i'll grab you one" "yes please"

She quickly went downstairs after putting the dress pants and t-shirt she had on, fixing up her hair slightly, she bought a drink, no alcohol, she hates when you're drunk.

You drank a little more then half of it before bringing it up to her lips with a small smile. "you look so cute right now, in my sweater" Sakura muttered, taking the sip of the drink and finishing it off before grabbing your stuff.

Putting it in the bag she was carrying, putting it on her before picking you up bridal style and carrying you home, but before you guys left the place, chaewon, yunjin and kazuha stopped you. "you embarrassed all of us!" sakura smirked and shrugged.

"well people should know better then to touch my girl. I wanted them to know she's mine, all mine." "everyone knows now.. and jesus christ you guys are so loud" "you mean y/n's loud" yunjin corrected kazuha as they all nodded.

You hid your face in her neck, feeling a blush cover your cheeks in embarrassment before sakura replied and left the place with you in her arms.

"yeah she's loud, and that's why i love it."

#le sserafim #kpop smut #sakura #miyawaki sakura #wlw nsft #le sserafim smut #sakura smut #wlw love #wlw ns/fw

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uriekukistan · 2 months

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tokyo ghoul AND death note ask -

How do you think L and Light would react if they lived in the Tokyo Ghoul world? Would they be pro-CCG? Ghoul sympathisers etc?

Which (if any) characters from TG would support Kira? 👀

Obviously choose which, if any, to write lol, but I'd love to read your take! Thanks!

oh fuck yes i love a good crossover ty for this ask!

this is not directly related but i have actually imagined if light were in kaneki’s place before because it’s super interesting to me, because unlike kaneki, light barely hesitated to experiment with the death note, so i think when he realized what was going on, he’d be curious about the taste of human meat as well as his kagune. similar with the death note, probably gets power drunk with it and ends up a binge eater like rize.

addressing your ask now, light has a strong sense of justice, and pre death note acquisition, he also has a great deal of respect for “the system.” i can see him being pretty pro-CCG (i dont see this holding him back if he were in kaneki’s place though, i think his curiosity overcomes these factors).

on the other hand, while justice is still meaningful for L, he’s also more amusement oriented. also, he would view it less as an issue of justice and more as an issue of darwinism. to him, the conflict is not about right and wrong like it is for light, but about weak and strong species. because of that, i don’t think he’s particularly pro-ghoul or pro-CCG. he’s just observing to see which species comes out on top because it’s fun for him.

one tg character i think would have a really interesting perspective on kira is kaneki. i can see him either taking a matsuda-like perspective where he sees the benefits of taking out criminals, but still thinks its wrong.

eto is not pro or anti kira, she’s just curious about what’s going to happen. probably had the tv on 24/7 when the second kira and “kira” were communicating via sakura tv

touka and ayato would be strictly anti kira, they do not trust the concept of justice at all for obvious reasons, actually i think most ghouls fall into this category.

saiko is someone that interests me as well because on the one hand i can see her being pretty anti kira, and on the other hand i can see her being pro kira, and this is all based on her reaction and perspective shift after amon saves her, the lack of certainty is just me trying to explore all the possibilities and therefore being unable to keep consistent analogies in my head

the character i can most see supporting kira strongly is kureo mado, idk i just see him as the kind of person to think that cleaning up society is cleaning up society whether it’s done by the book or unconventionally

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul :re #tgre #death note #light yagami #l lawliet #saiko yonebayashi #kaneki ken #touka kirishima #kirishima ayato #eto yoshimura #kureo mado

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shuastars · 3 months

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chemical

song : chemical by post malone, cruel summer by taylor swift

warnings : smoking

it's december 31st, so you were invited to a new year's party. you're not a fan of parties with your shy nature but your best friend really wanted you to be here to celebrate the new year with her.

so here you are, preparing for this party which, for you, is going to be catastrophic. because your best friend + alcohol = never ends well. but with her, you were always having fun. speaking of her, she arrives behind you with her silver dress and her red hair, normally smooth, was curly.

"so, what do you think of the final look ?" yunjin asks, taking a little turn on herself. "you look absolutely gorgeous, girl" i said, with a smile. "thank you, my little pookie. you look stunning by the way." she answers with a wink. i turned around to look at myself one last time in the mirror then turn around to yunjin.

"are you ready to go ?" she grabs my arm and pulls me towards the entrance of our apartment "always, pookie".

we got into her car and went to sakura's house, the one that had organized the party and a friend of mine. during the journey, yunjin did not stop singing taylor swift. she is the biggest swiftie i know.

twenty minutes later, we were in front of sakura's house, knocking at her door. she comes to open us a few seconds later. when she sees us, she smiles and pushes us inside so that we can go have fun.

the house was full of people, some already drunk. it was very hot inside, it made me want to go back outside. yunjin yelled at me that she was going to dance but when i take a look at the dance floor, there is no sign of her.

suddenly, i feel a hand resting on my shoulder. i turn around and i see seungkwan, a guy from my history vlass with whom i get along well.

"hi seungkwan, how are you ?" "good, and you ?" seungkwan answers with a thumbs up. "i'm okay. have you seen yunjin ?" he shakes his head. "shit. i knew she was going to do some shit."

seungkwan sits next to you "maybe she is outside. go take a look."

so that's what you do. when you go outside, you find the fresh air again and you take a big breath of air. but as you looking left and right, you still don't see her. you then decide to go to the front of the house. but instead of seeing your best friend, you see the guy you've had a crush on since the beginning of the year, vernon.

he's seungkwan's best friend you've already met several times and talked to him. just by seeing him, your heart starts to beat faster. you think you're down bad for him.

he is smoking weed, probably and drinking coke. he must have felt your presence because he turns towards you and when he sees you, he smiles softly. your heart beats faster when you his beautiful smile.

"hi yn. do you want to watch the fireworks with me ? it's going to start soon." you look at your watch. ten minutes before the new year. so you sat down next to him. "you want some ?" while he hands you his joint. "no, thanks." he shrugs and throw it on the floor.

"what are you doing here ?" he asks, looking at you intensely, waiting for your answer. you tore your gaze from the stars and look at him. "i was searching for yunjin." his eyes widen. "oh, i saw her with a guy when i was inside. she was going upstairs." "oh my god, i knew she was going to do that. this bitch." you roll your eyes which earns a laugh from vernon.

"i thought you didn't want to come." "yunjin forced me to come beacuse she wanted to celebrate the new year with me." "i see." vernon answers.

there's a huge scream inside. "five minutes, everyone !" you hear everyone cheering.

"seungkwan is inside if you want." "to what ?" you look at him. "to celebrate with him the new year." vernon turns to you with a serious look on his face. "but i want to celebrate it with you." you look at him, surprised by his words.

"two minutes !"

"what do you mean by that ?" vernon is getting closer to you and takes your hands in his. "you know exactly what i mean, yn." "i need you to be more precise, vernon."

"one minute !"

"i love you yn. shit, i'm so in love with you, you might get scared." vernon answers with a soft look and sparkling eyes. your eyes are widening as you take in his answer. after a lot of seconds, you manage to articulate a what breathless.

"five"

vernon smiles sweetly as he caresses your hand softly.

"four"

"you heard me, yn." he tells you

"three"

you're regaining your mind as you think at the next move you're going to do.

"two"

you lean in and vernon too.

"one"

your lips met as everyone is screaming "happy new year !" to each other. all you can think about is vernon kissing you so gently and holding you so softly like you are made out of glass.

after ten seconds, you break apart and you look at vernon with heart in your eyes.

"stop looking at me like that, i might kiss you again." "i wouldn't mind honestly." vernon hits you gently while laughing.

"anyways, happy new year yn." "happy new year vernon."

my masterlist

#vernon #vernon imagines #vernon scenarios #vernon x reader #vernon fluff #seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff

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kurisus · 11 months

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Chapter 106-2 thoughts

sorry this is LATE but this chapter did horrible things to my brain so let's all yell about it under the cut.

Daikoku continues to be the best character. And the Kofuku/Daikoku reunion I feel kinda got swept under the rug with everything else that happened but I'm glad they're back together. Even if the circumstances are less than ideal.

But before I move to talking about other reunions under less than ideal circumstances,,, I'm glad the shinki have rallied. It goes along well with the manga's message that shinki are responsible for shaping the morals of their god, and I would really hate to read a manga that ends with a massacre of the human race, besides.

On to the Father section, the meat of this chapter, I wonder why Kaya is nowhere to be found. Though her death was sudden, I suppose she didn't become a shinki nor an ayakashi, so Father's dimension can only create a facsimile. So was she satisfied with her life until that point? Or was she so afraid of Father she didn't want to become like him? The latter seems more likely to me.

The parallel between Father looking for Kaya to Yato wanting his shrine hurt me deeply. The difference, though, is that Father would stop at nothing to achieve his goals, whereas Yato had people to stop him and steer him. Like I speculated last month, too, I am not convinced that Father even believes in his own mission. It's more like he got drunk on power and enjoyed causing collateral damage, to me.

In any case, Yato was happy to settle and keep improving himself once he got his shrine, giving up his dreams of being the most-worshipped god since that wasn't really what he was after. Meanwhile, no amount of reparations could fix the damage Father has done, and unlike Yato, he wouldn't stop his behaviors even if Kaya was miraculously here. More likely, he'd try to force Yato and Hiiro back into their roles as his submissive children, and kill everyone who doesn't belong in his facade of a family portrait.

But Kaya is not here, Father has discovered that his will is not all-powerful, and now he's right back to where he started. Ruling over nothing.

The reminder of how Yato sees Izanami in the year 2023 was honestly so rude. And even more rude was that apparently Father knew Hiyori was here, and made an educated guess that Yato saw Izanami as her.

HERE'S HOW THE HIYORI SAKURA CONVERSATION CAN STILL WIN--

Okay so now we're at the Yatori reunion. I think "long-awaited" hardly covers this. It's been more than 5 years for us, and over a month in-universe, and even worse, Yato basically told Hiyori the next time he saw her he would have reincarnated. And now she sees him standing before her as a child. So. That's going well.

A couple things concern me about this. First of all, Hiyori's in poor condition, so something tells me she's going to believe he died and not find out the truth for quite some time. Which would break me beyond repair, so I hope that doesn't happen and I will not elaborate on what's in my head. Second, the reason she's like that at all is because of trash dad's interference. Yato still doesn't know about him setting wolves on her. He's going to quickly put two and two together, and on top of that, Yukine is also dissolving.

So, will Yato kill Father with his own two hands at long last? Will he revert to being an adult once he does? Will Hiyori realize the truth before they part ways forever? CAN WE HAVE A GOD DAMN BITTERSWEET ENDING? I'M GOING TO BE INCONSOLABLE IF WE DON'T.

I think. we will be fine. It's quite late in the game to kill any of the main characters now, but I never look forward to seeing how Adachitoka inevitably plans to hurt me. So with that in mind, I'll see you all next month for another round of screaming.

#Noragami #Noragami spoilers #Noragami manga #I have been coping with the ending by remembering there are still chapters to go #but now we really are at the end and it hit me with this chapter. it's terrifying #live update

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astrox · 2 years

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Incubus Sanemi Shinazugawa x chubby! fem reader

tw//: 3.5k words! summoning rituals, swearing, masturbation, teasing, wet dreams, mentions of overstimulation, slight somnophilia, handjobs, phantom touching (involves a mirror), cliffhanger

authors note: MIGHT have multiples parts

Sacrificing the blood of a virgin to please a demon! Those words played in your head over and over again. The number of times your friends explained it, you couldn't fathom the idea. Summoning a demon is all they talked about, imagining the countless possibilities of a demon summoning ritual whether it was good or bad. Horror was their favourite movie genre and they fawned over the oversexualized demons shown on screen. You don't know if it's the raging hormones or the fact that your friends are weird—you'll still love them if that was the case. Numerous times, you passed off the topic, for movies and snacks. Drunk nights didn't help your situation either—the conversations getting weirder and repetitive.

Weeks passed and your friends offered to spend the night at your place for movie night. You couldn't say no to the company since you were bored. Hours since plans were made, you set up your living room. For years, you know what is always needed for movie night, snacks, comfort, and lighting.

The couches were already in position so the girls could sleep soundly if need be. Occasionally, you would share your bed since it was big enough for you three. Once everything was done and looked perfect, you settled on one of your couches, scrolling through social media on your phone. You ignored most of the posts, liking the ones you found interesting and took pictures of your setup. Until a knock at your door pulls you away. Clad in a tank top and short shorts, you threw your phone on the couch, hearing it bounce a couple of times. Opening the door wide, you see Shinobu and Mitsuri, standing in the doorway. In Shinobu's hands, she held questionable items in plastic bags, unlike the brown bags Mitsuri carried in hers.

"Sorry, we're late. Mitsuri wanted more snacks so she made some sakura mochi and dango," Shinobu explained. You let out a hum, mouth watering for Mitsuri's sweet.

"You know me, I love my sakura mochi and dango," The girl confessed, cheerfully.

"It's fine. I ordered a pizza too if you don't mind. It should be here in a few minutes," You said, inviting them inside. They settled in as if they lived with you. Like naughty roommates, they raided your kitchen where you kept your snacks on the counters. Mitsuri was the big eater out of the three of you and you knew the snacks would disappear in minutes. Shinobu sets her plastic bags on another counter where you leaned on your elbow. Raising a brow, you point at the bags. "What's in the plastic bags?"

The two girls shared a glance. Shinobu answers, "Oh just some...stuff,"

"Stuff? Let me see," You checked the bag for yourself, pulling out not one but five purple candles and white chalk. You also found a metal bowl, needles and a box of matches. Tossing the matches at Shinobu and chortled. "What the hell is all this, Shinobu? Are these wisteria scented candles?"

"Ah-ah! careful with the merchandise, Y/n! Candles help me relax especially wisteria," The woman cried, catching the matches with both hands. You didn't allow her to ignore your question and asked again. This time, Shinobu looked at Mitsuri, hogging on the ice cream from the container.

Then you remembered the ritual and asked, a finger poking a candle. "Wait-this stuff is for that weird demon ritual you guys were talking about a few weeks ago, isn't it? I remember you said wisteria was involved in the ritual,"

At first, the girls denied it, shaking their heads side to side. While you couldn't get your friend to confess, your eyes fell on Mitsuri. Holding your hips, you leaned in staring Mitsuri down. Mitsuri is smiling whilst her lips are wrapped around a spoon. Gazing back at Shinobu, your hands pulled her cheeks apart, making the girl whine out of annoyance. "Let a girl know about your evil schemes before you go behind her back, kay!"

"Oh no! I'm so sorry ma'am! it won't happen again," You said, trying to imitate your purple haired friend's voice. You squished her cheeks together so it looked like her lips were moving to your teasing. Releasing her face, you pat her face and flicked Mitsuri on the forehead. "You too, Mitsuri,"

"Ow, y/n-"

"Wait-you're not mad?" Asked Shinobu, rubbing her face. Shaking your head, you chuckled.

"Why would I be mad? You guys do weird shit all time. Who am I to judge when I do weird shit too," You answered with a shrug of your shoulders. The two girls smiled ear to ear, dismissing the pain you inflicted on them briefly. For a time, you settled on laying out everything the girls bought with them just for them—thought it will be hard to refuse them later on. "But I am mad that you didn't think to tell me before you brought these things into my home. This is not an occult club. You're lucky I love you guys or else you would be kicked outside."

"We're sorry," The girls said in unison, earning a pat on their shoulders. "We won't do it again,"

"Now we're getting somewhere, thank you." You smiled, hugging them close. "Well, now that we have that out of the way, we can do your little ritual thingy first since it's quicker,"

"Oh yay!" Mitsuri cheers, closing the ice cream tub. She puts the ice cream back in your fridge and snatched Shinobu's plastic bags. She gently pushed you aside and picked a clearing on your floor. She carefully dumps the contents all over the floor.

"You do realize that you're the virgin sacrifice, right?" Shinobu mentioned.

"And you do realize that this is all fake and I'm just playing along, right?" You added on, hopping onto your counter. You waited, watching the girls set up their items on your floor. Your legs swing back and forth, occasionally hitting the cabinets below. They needed silence so they muted your tv just as the news appeared on the screen. Shinobu drew a pentagram using chalk and Mitsuri placed the wisteria candles around the circle. She didn't light them until Shinobu directs you to the middle of the pentagram. You were surprised to see how fast it took for it to be done.

"The instructions we found online said that the sacrifice should be here. Lie down on your back and give me your finger," Shinobu instructs you and you did. Making sure to be careful with the chalk, you slowly lowered yourself and laid down on your back. As for your finger, you held it out, not expecting Shinobu to prick it with a needle.

"Ow, you bitch! Warn me next time," You yelped.

"You're fine, it's just a prick," Shinobu used the blood from your finger and draws a symbol on your forehead. After Mitsuri lights the candles, you froze. One wrong move will result in your hair or clothes catching on fire. Your friends take their place, sitting across from each other, one on each side. Mitsuri mouthed comforting words, and Shinobu recited an incantation. Blinking, you rest one hand on your stomach and the other one sits on your chin with your finger in your mouth.

Lord of darkness. We offer you this virgin—blah blah blah. Are the lines you can remember, too distracted by your bloody finger. You suckled on your blood, hearing the ritual continue on and on. Shinobu would then stretch her hands by her side along with Mitsuri and chant the incantation over and over again faultlessly.

Did they rehearse or something? Your eyes would move between the girls, voices growing in volume. It's strange, to hear no laughter nor mispronunciation of the words—spoken in a language you couldn't recognise or understand. Suddenly the candles exhausted their flames. You flinched, releasing a rasp and shot up on your palms. The space became dim, the muted tv serving as the main light source throughout the room.

"What the fuck was that?" You shouted, voice sounding spooked. Mitsuri and Shinobu glanced at each other. Neither knew anything about the strange phenomenon. You were on edge but rest assured a knock at your door brought you back to reality. It was the pizza you ordered for delivery. Mitsuri jumped up on her feet to collect the money you left aside for the pizza.

"Hi! Thank you for the pizza!" Mitsuri greeted and bowed. She handed him the money in exchange for the pizza. "Oh, it smells so yummy! Thanks again, Mr Pizza Guy! Have a great night!"

"Anyways, I found a bunch of movies for tonight," Shinobu pointed out, gesturing to your little setup. "We should get this little party started,"

Nodding your head, you retreated to the bathroom to wash your face. You kept a first aid kit under your sink and found the bandages in a little box. Wrapping the bandage around your finger, you smooth the bumps down. For the next ten minutes, you helped your friends carry the food to your sofas, blankets and pillows too. You sat down with your tv remote in hand. Shinobu took over the screen and would ask if you and Mitsuri wanted to pick from her selections. You picked the movie midsommar sitting at the bottom of Shinobu's list. Mitsuri couldn't decide on what movie she wanted to watch and settled on your pick.

Meanwhile, in the depths of all that seemed evil and choleric, the realm the humans called hell housed firey ghouls and demons. Powerful but horrid creatures or doomed souls condemned to their eternal suffering. Near the flaming rivers, a lonely incubus would awake from his deep sleep. How he awoke is unknown to the other creatures lurking in the deep but to him, it's so simple. After dreaming for so long, he was finally offered a sacrifice—an exquisite one.

"It's about damn time, you little shits-" He spoke amidst the middle of a loud yawn. He yearned for this moment and already he's intrigued by you. For Sanemi, this meant a lot. It gives him a gateway to earth instead of terrorizing his little brother to alleviate his boredom. Weary demonic eyes, found his window to see into the human world.

He could see into your little apartment and your two little friends keeping you company. Dressed in those shorts and that tank top, the demon's temptation grows more and more with the sight of your skin and his tongue traced his lips, hungrily. Plump in all the right places, voluptuous and pure—all for him, sent blood rushing to his cock. Watching you spread on your sofa, You jumped in your spot as a gruesome scene played on the screen. Your arms stretched over your face using your shirt as a shield and you whined. The action showed your ribcage little by little.

Fascinated. The demon leaned in a little more, catching a glimpse of the underside of your breast after your hand got caught in your shirt. A soft groan would leave his lips, and a clawed hand slowly travels over his crotch. Watching on, your body would turn on its side, thighs clamped together and arms cuddled around you, you let out a yawn as your movie continued. Eventually, you chowed down on a dango stick when Mitsuri offered. Your teeth bite down on a ball and pull it off its stick.

"These taste amazing Mitsuri!" You moaned, taking another ball into your mouth. Seeing your pink tongue poking out from between your lips, made the demon's cock twitch against his hand.

"Fucking hell-" The demon whispered, grinding into his palm, imagining it was your hand instead. Moving his fingers, his gaze never leaving you and his cock stood when he pushed his loincloth to the side. An aroused sigh rumbles in his chest, fisting and pumping his cock deliberately. Something thick in his throat forced him to swallow in an attempt to subdue his sweet lust for pleasure. He wished it was your cunt squeezing him, milking him for all he's got.

Beads of precome oozed from his tip and ran down his shaft, coating every one of his fingers. He hissed, paying no mind to those who heard him moan. He has no shame whatsoever, throwing his head back. Moans drown out the souls falling into hell around him.

"Oh Y/n, you should have a bite! It's a donut (psst...rengoku) bun with whip cream inside," Mitsuri offered a bite of her bun. You leaned in, sinking your teeth into the bun and to the demon's dismay, cream from the bun spilt all over your chest.

"Oh, shit-" You and Mitsuri squealed, followed by laughter. Swiping the cream off your cleavage, you sucked it off your fingers, compelling another groan from the incubus. More of his slick seeped and his free hand would cup his balls, fondling them in his grip. Stroking his cock, Sanemi quickens the pace of his hand, feeling the prominent veins on his shaft pulsating and his desire roils like wildfire. His lips stretched into a grin as his mind was set on claiming your body for himself.

"I'm so sorry y/n. I had no idea it was gonna make a mess," Misturi apologized, handing a napkin.

"It's alright Suri!" Laughing it off, you licked the last of the cream off your fingers and wiped your finger on the napkin. It's what sent Sanemi over the edge. Never in his existence has Sanemi come so fast. He groaned lowly, spurts sprayed hitting his chest and covering his tip. Hot thick globes rolled down his shaft painting his red skin white. A fanged smile stuck on his blissed face, heavy pants and his cock still pulsing in his fist.

And with that, he journeyed above the underworld. Patience is all that was required of him and all will be his. For you, it meant absolute torture. At first, you denied his presence as you carried on with your life, working your ass off and earning money to pay for your everyday living. As for the ritual, it slipped your mind after your friends left your apartment, leaving you alone with Sanemi. To you, it was fake—written by freaks on the internet to drive people insane. But in time you'd later regret that.

Sanemi would make signs. Possessing objects in your apartment and messing with your head. Every night, he'd watch you sleep but not once would he let you rest without him granting you a taste of what he's capable of. It starts as phantom touches, his hands running up on your ankles to the heftiness of your thighs. The closer he got between your legs, he stops sending shivers throughout your entire body. He's a tease, only leaning back to enjoy the show. Tainting your skin is his love marks, red and purple hickeys that you hid with more layers of clothing—even makeup. Along with the marks are scratches and bruises lined on your thighs.

Sanemi carried on this behaviour for weeks and some nights you would never sleep at all. Clueless of the cause, you spent those sleepless nights huddled in a blanket and a cup of coffee to keep you awake. Google also became your best friend, frantically scouring the internet for answers. This messes with Sanemi's patience until he plagues your thoughts with the image of him fucking you. Thoughts that have you hot and bothered, hands trembling down your body.

"What's h-happening to me!" You question, pushing your underwear aside.

You were no strange to masturbating, although you never plunged your fingers inside you. Only rubbing outside of your underwear, tracing your lower lips and rolling your breast in your hands did the trick—most of the time. Watching you through your mirror, Sanemi hums as your fingers disappear in your cunt, your slick glistening your pretty lips and the calling of his name. Lying face down and ass up, you whimper whilst the new sensation of your fingers moving made a mess beneath you.

Come on my pretty little human. Say my name. Moan for me pretty girl. Sanemi snickered from inside the mirror.

"Sanemi!...s-sanemi," You cried out, overstimulating yourself to an extent. Mouth pooling with drool and cheeks stained with your tears, you parted your fingers to feel your gummy walls stretch. You'd imagined what sanemi's cock felt like inside, his cum filling you to the brim. "Please...sanemi,"

Your cries and mewls were music to Sanemi's ears so much that he couldn't take it anymore. One night, he appears in your bedroom, crawling out of the mirror that is standing in the corner of your bedroom. He's tall, his body littered with scars all over his chest, arms and face. A pair of dark black wings stretched out and black curve horns barely scratched the ceiling. Wings blocking the moonlight, his shadow obscured your safe space. Sanemi's eyes fall on you sleeping in your bed, affected by him invading your mind. You mutter in your sleep, mostly his first name.

"Sanemi...sanemi," You said repeatedly, body tossing and turning every few seconds. The demon snickers, running his hands up your ankle to your juicy thigh still beneath the covers. He grips it, hearing you let out a squirm. Tugging the covers off you ever so slowly, your skin shivers and goosebumps began to form. Sanemi drools over your curves clothed in your f/c nightdress.

"Such a sweet little human," The creature smirked, feeling his anticipation rive inside him. "You're a difficult one. I'd give you that,"

Taking your jaw into his hand, Sanemi pressed a light kiss on top of yours. A sweet display of affection that was sure to be the first of many. It makes you smile right as Sanemi stops invading your mind, granting you a moment of peace. However, it was time for the real thing.

Leaning over your body, Sanemi's clawed finger loops under the strap of your nightdress and starts to pull it down. Still moving down, Sanemi comes upon a realisation once he reveals your chest. Your breast bounced when free, nipples perking from the cold. No bra huh? He said internally, groping your mounds with his colossal hands. His fingers would pinch your nipples then tug. Twirling them between the pad of his finger and thumb, Sanemi's long tongue stuck out when his lips brushed your collarbone. Lathering your beautiful skin in his saliva, the incubus is set on torturing your pure heart and soul. He made sure to leave bright new marks over the old ones fading away but refuses to bite you—at least not right now.

When Sanemi's head meets the valley of your chest, Sanemi dips his head to the side and takes a nipple into his mouth. Circling the bud, he watched your face still lost in sleep. He wonders how long it will take for you to wake up because of him. One hand would abandon your breast just to tear off the rest of your nightdress leaving you in your underwear. A loud rip should've roused you out of slumber yet you stayed still.

That lingering hand would cup your clothed pussy, feeling it dampened from his touch. His fingers drew circles on the wet spot making you stir in your sleep—finally some movement. He kissed his way down, loving every inch of your smooth skin, caressing your soft tummy and getting closer to your forbidden fruit. Lying fully on his stomach, his nose sniffed the air. By the gods, he could smell your arousal. The aroma is so intoxicating his mouth watered and his dick harder. Rubbing his nose on the waistband of your panties, he takes a big sniff.

"Oh fuck," He groaned, loudly and takes another big sniff.

Like a mad man deprived of a good meal, he laps up the soaked material, grinding his nose on your clit taking in more of your alluring fragrance. Tasting so sweet, he tears your panties off with his teeth and dips his tongue between your folds. Prying your thighs further apart, he pushed his face in more, sucking up your delicious slick. He poked you with the tip of his slippery tongue, wriggling it before he wrap his lips around your clit. Sinfully noises filled Sanemi's pointy ears with your legs closing on his head. Sneaking a hand between your thigh, he slips a finger inside your pussy and instantly feels your walls clamp down.

Sanemi grins, parting from your clit with a pop. "You're really clamping down on my finger, princess,"

Looming over your face, Sanemi eyes you sleeping whilst his finger prods inside you. He's surprised you haven't woken up yet. It's boring not seeing your face twist in pleasure. With a click of his tongue, he adds another finger that made your body twitch. A soft moan is the only sound Sanemi could pick up, halting his ministrations. His wings flopped by his side in annoyance, and the demon frowns. Somehow, Sanemi is not enticed by the idea of taking you in your sleep, especially in a small space. He wants you to watch him make you feel good on his cock. He wants you to scream his names so other demons knew who you belong to.

This was not fun at all

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No More Goodbyes

RiverOfTheSand

Summary:

She watched them saying goodbye for the umpteenth time, wondering how dense Gaara had to be to not notice Sakura's feelings for him. The way Tsunade saw it, she had two choices: get drunk on sakē for the rest of the day, or force Sakura into confessing her undying love to the Kazekage... decisions, decisions. *post-war*

Notes:

Cross-posted from fanfiction.net. This one-shot has been an effort and a half. It has everything I love about GaaSaku; heart, soul, reasonable doubt, elucidation and that burning need that can drive a person crazy... well, me at least. ;) Rated T. Hope you all enjoy. :)

A light breeze grazed the top slip of paper on the small pile of documents in front of her, and she frowned at it. Like an invisible hand was lifting it, the movement reminded her of something she'd seen before. Her office was getting draughty again.

"Naruto," she murmured. "Go away."

The future Rokudaime scratched his head. "What are you going on about baa-chan? I'm supposed to be–"

"It's too early for me to care about that."

"Granny, aren't you forgetting something?"

Tsunade looked up at Naruto. He was staring at her intently, the slight tilt of his head indicating his confusion and she wondered what the hell he was talking about.

"Gaara's leaving again soon," the knucklehead stated matter-of-factly. "Aren't you going to see him off, as the Hokage?"

She smiled. "No Naruto, I passed that on six months ago."

"Huh?"

"Didn't you notice?"

"Uh... no."

Tsunade sighed. "I decided to leave that up to Sakura."

"Huh?" Naruto looked pained. "Are you sure that was wise granny? You know how she feels about him."

"Yes Naruto, it's caught my attention. But Sakura isn't going to be able to move past this if she doesn't do or say anything about it. It's been six months since the end of the Fourth Great Shinobi War, and neither of them have said anything about it. I'm not sure what's going through Gaara's head, but knowing Sakura, she won't be able to keep her feelings to herself for much longer."

"I don't know baa-chan; she went through a lot to to get over Sasuke. I'm not sure she has it in her to confess her feelings like that to anyone ever again."

He wanted to believe she would, but the broken young woman who was his best friend had clammed up emotionally, and Naruto was scared for her. He told her he understood, that he would support her no matter what she did, but he was getting tired of watching her sulk over Gaara. He wasn't entirely sure what the former jinchuriki would do if Sakura confessed her undying love for him, but he knew that guy at least cared for her–she was his best friend after all. Even if he didn't like her the way she wanted him to, she needed to get this off her chest.

"We'll see Naruto, now get out of here–I still have paperwork to finalise."

"Yeah, yeah: I'll be back later, whether you like it or not."

The Hokage just scoffed, and swivelled in her chair to look out the window as Naruto left.

She stared out over Konoha, her eyes resting on the figure of her fellow Kage as he very slowly made his way toward the main gates–two ANBU trailing behind him. Sometimes, Temari or Kankuro would accompany him on one of his trips, but even they got tired of the back and forth. Tsunade often wondered about Gaara's excuses for coming here, and hoped he really did like Sakura–as much as she would miss her kouhai, she wanted her to be happy more than anything else in the world. She deserved someone who loved her as much as she loved him, no matter what village he came from.

She continued to watch Gaara, her fingers itching to just guzzle the unopened sakē hidden under the top drawer of her desk in one go. If he wasn't a Kage, she'd kick his arse for causing her adopted daughter such grief. So now she had a decision to make, and the sweet scent of the untouched elixir mere inches from her hand was telling her to make it hurt.

– No More Goodbyes –

"Step forward prisoner 727853-824442."

Sakura Haruno sighed inwardly. 'Not him again.'

Kotetsu Hagane glanced at Sakura before giving his full attention to process the prisoner. The dishevelled man wouldn't look at her, as usual, only responding to his guard enough to avoid receiving a jolt from a Raiton jutsu–all at the guard's whim. Sakura didn't want to be here anymore than this guy wanted her to; he always acted like she came here just to lord it over him that he'd lost and they'd kicked his arse in the end. But really, she'd let go of the notion that she had anything to gloat about.

It was overdue for him to do the same.

But he never would, she knew he never would.

Sakura sighed inwardly, preferring not to show him how much he still affected her. That chapter of her life was over now.

"You're hurt."

Sakura looked up, realising she'd been staring absentmindedly at the clipboard in her hands–it held the medical information for the man in front of her. She was at the prison only as a precaution, since there had been a few viral outbreaks recently–nothing catastrophic, but when acting in conjunction with prisoners who spent most of the day labouring in the hot sun and potentially cutting themselves with sharp instruments, it increased the risk of infections. And from the look of most of them, they needed all the hygiene they could get their grubby hands on.

The owner of the voice interrupting her thoughts was Izumo Kamizuki–the other guard standing to Sakura's left. His dark eyes were examining the prisoner closely, and narrowed at the sight of a gash on his arm. Said prisoner did nothing other than clench his fist imperceptibly before glancing toward the door that would elicit his freedom from his guards and medic. He didn't want their help, which wasn't surprising, but they were responsible for him all the same.

Reluctantly, Sakura tucked the chart under her arm and stepped toward the prisoner. He made no move to pull away from her and she healed his wound without physically touching him, but as usual, she was trembling inside... even after everything, he still scared her. She probably should've done that without moving from her spot–to save herself some heart palpitations–but that idea always came to her too late, also accompanied by an image of Kabuto doing something similar a long time ago, when Naruto's Kyuubi chakra had hurt her.

She hated herself for how much she still dwelled on those days.

Without a word, she returned to her position and averted her eyes from the prisoner once again... gazing unseeingly at the chart instead.

Kotetsu gave the prisoner another look over–this one a little more thorough, to make sure there were no more wounds. The man did have a habit of pretending he was alright, and had spent time isolated from the other prisoners for his stupidity–not that that seemed to have taught him anything–to ensure his infections weren't contagious.

Idiot.

Sakura watched him as he reacted to the invasion of his personal space, as stiff as ever, lamenting on how things had turned out, as she always did. If she had her way, she'd wipe her name from the list of "volunteers" and never have to come to the Konoha prison ever again. Unfortunately, Lady Tsunade had decided that all medics were obligated to sign up for this complete and utter waste of time. If these weren't war prisoners, and each and every one of them guilty of heinous crimes, it could be mistaken for charity. Sakura did not want to waste time on these people, when she could be in the hospital, helping sickly children or whatnot.

'Who am I kidding?' She thought grumpily. 'There aren't enough patients to go around over there.'

Ironically, the number of healers outweighed the need for them these days. If it wasn't for Tsunade's new missive, Sakura might very well not be able to pay her rent this week.

"Lady Sakura."

The voice to her right startled her–an ANBU carrying a message scroll... unusual here at the prison. Surely whatever it was could wait.

"Thank-you," she said softly, and the man disappeared in a cloud of smoke. She thought she recognised the chakra, but gave it no mind. Sakura opened the scroll as her companions now went through the items the angsty prisoner had brought with him–it was a weekly, routine thing, to make sure there was nothing missing. It had something to do with security, but she didn't care.

Sakura's eyes widened as she read the scroll, her stomach churning suddenly, and painfully.

'No...'

But really, she shouldn't be surprised. Again and again, she took this news to heart; Sakura ignored the suddenly curious stare of the prisoner as she struggled not to break down. The message scroll went unread by the rest of the room, so she could only imagine they worried what it said to make her pale on command. She hated herself for this, and the fact that this news hit her so hard every time. She cleared her throat, rolled the scroll back up and looked up at the curious guards, forcing a smile past her lips.

"Later," she said, grateful that her voice was firm and detached.

She didn't wait for a response, instead ambling on her way out of the prison. This wasn't the place she'd rather be of course, and since life in Konoha was so ridiculously peaceful now, even normal missions were spread a bit more thinly. She supposed she should be grateful–the fifth Hokage and her imminent successor were cleaning up the mess that was the Fourth Shinobi War so efficiently that mission casualties were non-existent right now–it was just a strange feeling, not to be needed.

Naruto had however, told her that peace was merely a step between the problems, and they must be ever vigilant to prevent the next great war, no matter how easy things seemed to be right now. He was starting to sound like Lee.

"Shit." Sakura groaned, hastening her pace now, as she realised she'd been lost in delirium for a few minutes, and according to the message scroll, it was happening now. "I'm going to be late."

She had one thing to look forward to these days, above all others–the monthly visits from the Kazekage. Gaara came to Konoha under the guise of friendship with Naruto (or whatever political things they were preparing for, since it wouldn't be long now, before the blonde took the title of the Rokudaime Hokage), and Sakura took advantage of each and every single one. She loved him, she knew it, and even Naruto had seen it as her feelings blossomed during the war. Sakura felt so desperately drawn to Gaara that she wasn't surprised when he turned out to be just like Sasuke–he didn't like her that way anymore than the Uchiha did.

She was sure Gaara only saw her as a friend.

So Sakura spent the war hiding her feelings. The only people who knew were Naruto, her shishou and Ino. But once the fighting was over, she could've killed herself with the fear and despair when he went back to his village as though there was nothing between them. She remembered the day that had made her realise that he had no interest in her as anything other than an acquaintance because she happened to be Naruto's best friend.

...Flashback...

"You going to find a nice guy and settle down Sakura?"

The older sister of the Kazekage had called her over to the apartment she was sharing with her brothers, and Sakura was beginning to suspect it was because she was dying to tell someone that Shikamaru had finally made their relationship official–they just needed to go public.

"Yeah," the pinkette said wistfully, forcing herself not to look at Gaara as he and Kankuro sat three feet away, playing shōgi. Kankuro had challenged Shikamaru to that game numerous times over the course of the war, determined to beat him (and failing each and every time), and was now using Gaara as a guinea pig to see where he was going wrong. Unfortunately, for the puppet master, he'd chosen an opponent who was more than capable of kicking his arse.

Meanwhile, Temari was nervously wiping her iron fan, even though it clearly didn't need cleaning. Sakura sipped her tea thoughtfully, knowing the blonde wanted a much more detailed answer from her before she spilled her own beans on the subject.

She swallowed heavily. "I don't know who it'll be with but... I will, I suppose."

"You suppose?"

"It's the accepted norm," Kankuro said wisely, his eyes glued to the shōgi board. "Everyone expects that getting married and raising some hell raisers is what everyone should be doing."

"That's for civilians," Gaara countered, also keeping his eyes on the game. "Shinobi are different."

"How so, little bro?"

"Despite the fact that we live longer naturally, through our consistent use of chakra, we actually die sooner for the most part, due to missions, wars, or whatever. Such things are deterrents to people who do not wish to burden a spouse or marital partner with the knowledge that the next mission might be their last."

"And the clans," Kankuro said. "What about them?"

Gaara reached out almost tentatively, pushing one of his pieces along the board, earning a grunt from his older brother. "Their leaders are obligated to keep their kekkei genkai, or the jutsu their clan is known for, alive through arranged marriages, and in the case of the bloodline limits, in the family. The clan members have little to no choice but to choose a suitable mate to keep the traditions going–it has nothing to do with societal views or life expectancy."

"Well I'm getting married," Kankuro said cheerfully, his eyes lifting from the shōgi board. "There are lots of girls out there, just ripe for the picking."

"I definitely won't be," Gaara murmured softly.

Hands clasping her tea cup tightly, Sakura stiffened unperceptively. She knew that Suna didn't have the marriage policy for their Kazekage in place anymore–really, it wasn't like they were a monarch, and therefore producing offspring was his civic duty–but it was surprising to hear Gaara say he had no plans to settle down. Her heart plummeted at these words, realising once and for all that she had no chance with him, but at the same time, the fact that he had no-one else in mind was a small comfort... ridiculously so.

Still, Sakura fought back the disappointment in her voice as she replied to his comment. "You don't know you never will."

"Waste of time," Gaara grunted softly, now ignoring her. Kankuro gave his brother a Cheshire grin, and took his turn... and lost the smirk when Gaara immediately retaliated. "Check-mate," the redhead said calmly, and stood immediately. He headed toward the bathroom as Kankuro gaped distastefully at the shōgi board.

"Well, it's been fun," Sakura lied, placing her tea cup down and standing up. "But I have some work to do. Congratulations on the relationship with Shikamaru, Temari. Bye."

Sakura was half-way out the door when Kankuro's booming voice cried out: "WHAT RELATIONSHIP?"

Sakura left quickly, flash-stepping toward her apartment the moment her sandals hit the roof of the hotel. She wasn't paying attention to what she was doing, just getting inside the seals as she normally did–habitual movements and muscle memory. Her mind was blank as she kicked off her shoes, stripped off her weapons (it was standard procedure to carry weapons, being a ninja), and headed straight for her bathroom.

She wasn't thinking clearly, that was it; Sakura forewent undressing and just stepped into her shower. The water was scalding hot, but she didn't care. She didn't register the tears, the sobs, or the grating sound of her fingernails scraping at the shower tiles. All she could feel was cold despite the scalding water, fear despite being in the comfort of her own home, and gut wrenching pain...

Half an hour later, Sakura wrung out her wet shirt absentmindedly, her hands still shaking. How the hell could she have let this happen to her, again? First she spent an inordinate amount of time daydreaming over Sasuke, who then became a missing-nin and tried to kill her, now she was pining after Gaara... and who knew what was going on in that head of his? She was a sucker for unrequited love, and she was sick to death of it.

...End Flashback...

That had been mere days after the end of the war, and less than two weeks later, Gaara had begun his monthly trips to Konoha. Her shishou had placed her on the roster to escort the Kazekage through the village, and she secretly hated her for it. Still, Gaara became more pleasant to speak with, and he never raised the issue with her that had upset her in the first place–not that he knew it had–and she started to look forward to his visits, instead of dreading being in the presence of someone who would never return her feelings. She'd just decided to take what she could get.

After all, if he had no intention of settling down, she had no-one to be jealous over...

Sakura stopped suddenly, realising she'd arrived at the main gates without noticing. Shading her eyes from the sun, she looked up and around–Gaara wasn't here yet, so she wasn't late after all. The guards on duty... their names escaped her right now ...waved to her and she returned the gesture out of habit more than anything, and etiquette.

She was stronger than the stupid girl who'd sobbed and begged Sasuke not to abandon the village, and vowed she'd cried over Gaara for the last time. But unlike with Sasuke, Gaara didn't know about her feelings, so she only had herself to blame for the lack of resolution for said feelings. She supposed, today was as good as any. It would be more humiliating to tell Gaara she was in love with him immediately before having to spend several days seeing to his needs when he wasn't in meetings with leaf officials–it wasn't like she trailed around after him.

And, despite her desire to spend more time with him, Sakura didn't want to do this again. She'd stood at the gates to Konoha, like the good little dignitary she was, and seen Gaara off every time his visit came to its inevitable end. She would smile, he was polite, and yet neither of them seemed to want to make eye contact. She had to say goodbye, and Sakura wasn't sure she had it in her to do this all over again.

No, there would be no more goodbyes after this.

– No More Goodbyes –

The cold always left him in pain. He supposed he was just used to the heat of Suna, but even the warmth of Konoha left him wanting. A cool breeze, much like the hint of winter, swept through his hotel room as Gaara absentmindedly packed. He felt lonely even when surrounded, so trips to the leaf with only ANBU as company were that and boring. He only came here to see Sakura, after all, and she didn't even know it.

Temari was the only person who knew about his infatuation. He had worked alongside her in the war, as she'd been assigned as his personal medic a few times, but it was her temper and his own stubbornness during those times that stood out the most.

Gaara sighed.

He was thinking about her a lot lately, and it was driving him insane. He had no idea how to go about changing the nature of their relationship, especially considering the only time they'd both been part of the same conversation involving romantic futures he'd ridiculed the idea of wanting someone by his side. He hadn't understood at the time, just how good it could feel, to want someone, or be wanted, outside the friend context.

But did he really get it, now? When he stopped to think about what it was he wanted from the feisty pinkette, all that came to mind was her time and attention. Sexuality and romantic situations only occurred to him after talking to others. Kankuro asked him when he was going to go ahead and finally get laid. Temari asked him when he was going to go ahead and finally ask Sakura out–or confess his love, whatever. He never answered them.

"Are you ready, Lord Kazekage?"

Gaara nodded to his ANBU guard and allowed the man to carry his bag for him. Like he needed him to. This was something he didn't think he'd ever get used to. He looked up at the Hokage Tower before turning his attention toward the main gates. Lost in his thoughts, Gaara relied on muscle memory and habit to steer him where he needed to go.

The Godaime Hokage had not allowed him to see Sakura so much this visit, so Gaara had sulked in his room a lot–though he would never let anyone, even his siblings, to see him pout over a girl. Sakura had given him his diplomatically demanded medical check-up every other time he'd come to Konoha, but this time, Tsunade was adamant about him keeping his distance. What the hell was going on? That mouse of a woman, Shizune… something, was the one who had seen to him this time, not that he'd really needed medical attention. Being a Kage meant that he should. It was both standard procedure and good politics.

But the question of what was going on was buzzing around in Gaara's head.

It wasn't like the Hokage owed him an explanation–the treaty between their nations didn't stipulate that a specific doctor had to see to him every time. And Gaara did feel a little foolish having looked forward to his physical exams when the pinkette was doing them. That other woman had cold hands.

Gaara shivered involuntarily at that thought, looking up as he realised he was close enough to the gates to see that Sakura was already waiting for him. Seeing her always brought back memories of the times he was too stupid to realise his interest in her was more than professional.

...Flashback...

It had started with him saving her life, escalated into an argument–about all the reasons why she hadn't needed saving and he was not stronger than her–and ended with him wishing he'd just left her to the mercy of those Zetsu clones. It wasn't like he was expecting a confession of undying love, let alone a ridiculously corny Valentine's card, but would it kill her to say "thank-you" in return for him not letting her get skewered?

Apparently, it would've.

That was when he finally understood what Shikamaru had been going on about for years, and why Naruto was waiting to start dating Hinata until the war was over–women were nothing but a nuisance.

But as the Regimental Leader of the Allied Shinobi Forces, he had to at least appear like he cared if she had broken her nail beating the crap out of Naruto. Not that she verbally complained, but he caught her staring forlornly at her cuticles a number of times, as though her disappointment would magically grow them back. And they fought over everything, argued every day, and barely spoke unless doing either–his medical check-ups notwithstanding.

The allied forces even had a bet going on who would snap and kill the other first.

It was toward the end of the war, one specific day, that had turned them around. Gaara fought and sealed his resurrected father. Sakura caught him crying in his tent. He'd sobbed on the battlefield, which was bad enough, but the quite tears were the ones that ended up on display. But instead of making some snappy retort (like he'd feared she would, though Naruto had insisted to him later that Sakura would never do such a thing, no matter how much she hated him), she'd knelt down beside him. Gaara could still remember the feeling of her breast against his cheek as she held him.

Just being there, being his friend, she'd affected him more than she would ever know. More than he would know either–until the war was over, he was finally back in Suna, and he quickly discovered that he actually missed that insufferable Kunoichi.

...End Flashback...

And so began his visits to see her, making up excuse after excuse so that even Kankuro was suspicious of his reasons. But this back and forth was tormenting him. He needed to decide on what to do about this attachment he'd developed and clear things up once and for all.

– No More Goodbyes –

"Hey, Gaara."

Gaara nodded to Sakura, as he always did, and motioned to his ANBU guards–they disappeared from sight, now waiting for him along the path out of Konoha. Sakura looked startled at this, but quickly covered it with a smile.

"I suppose this is goodbye again," she said, fiddling with her thumbs nervously.

He smiled genially at this, not sure what it was she wanted him to say. But he spoke with conviction, remembering every visit he'd ever made to Konoha, in an attempt to let her know how he felt, had ended the same way. "We always seem to be saying goodbye, don't we?"

She nodded. "Uh... Gaara?"

"Yes?"

Sakura swallowed back the bile threatening to sear her throat and clenched her fists. 'Get a grip, Sakura!'

She really needed to do this before she lost her nerve. "I've been thinking... um..." She shifted uncomfortably. "I wanted to tell you... I love you." Her eyes fell to the ground.

Great... she'd evolved her love confessions from becoming a sobbing mess to pretending her shoes were more interesting than the object of said confession. Sakura forced herself, rather painfully, to look up at Gaara. The shock was obvious... was that a good or bad thing? At least he didn't look disgusted.

"I've loved you for a long time," she heard herself saying–rambling; she couldn't stop herself. "And I completely understand if you don't feel the same way–who would, right?–it's just I can't do this anymore, the whole escorting you thing. I can't be around you anymore, not like this. So it's best if–"

She ignored the sudden intake of breath from the nearby, tactless guards as Gaara interrupted her rambling to kiss her. His lips were warm, slightly parted, and enticing as she immediately and unconsciously leant into him, returning the kiss. Gaara's hands were unobtrusive as they slid up her sides; his right hand slipped down behind her, falling to the small of her back, while his left hand ran through her hair, pulling her more tightly to him.

Sakura parted her lips, letting him in and just enjoying being held by the Kazekage as he took control. It was the most amazing feeling–she'd never kissed anyone before! Her heart was racing, but not painfully so, and the feel of his body pressed against hers only added to the tingling sensation ripping through her as she lost herself to the delirium.

She was breathless when Gaara finally pulled away, barely able to stand on her own two feet. There were no words to describe that... he'd literally stolen her breath away, and she had nothing left to use. She tried, but couldn't speak.

So Sakura just lowered her head to his chest, holding tightly to the front of his Kazekage robes. Gaara chuckled, the light reverberation no more than a purr in his chest as she inhaled his scent. Sakura looked up at him, her eyes locking with his, losing their fear as he smiled back at her.

"Promise me," she said breathily. "You won't leave me again."

"No more goodbyes," he promised.

– No More Goodbyes –

High above and on the other side of the village, she watched them saying goodbye for the umpteenth time, wondering how dense Gaara had to be to not notice Sakura's feelings for him. The way Tsunade saw it, she had two choices: get drunk on sakē for the rest of the day, or force Sakura into confessing her undying love to the Kazekage... decisions, decisions.

Hm...

Like always, she could see everything from her open window, spying on her fellow ninja, just like countless Hokage before her (though each had their own methods). She'd attempted to change the dynamic of their encounters this time around, by keeping Gaara from Sakura's side, since it was human nature to be lulled into a comfortable routine, rather than work up the nerve to break that monotony. So far, she'd seen a grumpier Gaara, more depressed Sakura, startled Naruto, and an increase in her own consumption of sakē. This gave her the hope that the Kazekage was missing the pinkette's company, and would respond more favourably to a confession from the young woman.

Hopefully.

Finally making her decision, Tsunade grabbed the sakē bottle from under her desk, keeping her eyes on the distant forms of the two lovebirds as they embraced. And then she smiled slightly before turning away from the sight. "Sakē it is."

–XXX–

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couragetcd's comment on Further Down Road One: So sweet! I adore Sasuke fan boying over Shikako. If you ever feel like dropping back into this story, could we see Shikako dealing with Sasuke's fangirls? Please?

I’ve been thinking about this question since I saw it, and I do have an answer but it’s not really in fic form… and it maybe goes more into Konoha politics than any actual relationship dynamics, as per my usual, lol. Here we go!

To address the question, there isn’t much for Shikako to deal with in regards to Sasuke’s fangirls, largely because I highly doubt he has that many fangirls in this AU. This AU being, of course, the early betrothal as this Shikako’s (successful) attempt to thwart the eventual Uchiha Massacre by removing one of the main reasons for it--ie, the extreme isolation of the Uchiha clan—via essentially tying the Uchiha to the Akimichi-Nara-Yamanaka alliance which would be MUCH harder for Danzo to get rid of (mostly because there’s more of them, they’re far more blended into Konoha’s administration, and my own head-canon that the Akimichi have direct ties to the Fire Daimyo not just influence in Konoha)

All that being said, it’s pretty well known (definitely amongst the ANY and Uchiha clans, probably also amongst the other major Konoha clans, maybe even the “smaller clans” which I will get into later) that Shikako and Sasuke have been betrothed since they were about 7 years old. And obviously IRL people who are in relationships do still have fans, but there’s a difference between “fan of your music/movies/appearance/etc” vs “fan of you as a person, with the intention to eventually date” which I think the latter is what Sasuke’s fangirls are in canon (considering he, you know, isn’t a content creator). Anyways, known betrothal takes care of a majority of that.

Additionally, because Sasuke is no longer the angsty, mysterious Last Uchiha, I don’t think as many girls would be attracted to him—that’s not even including how overtly devoted to Shikako he is in this AU so early on. Like, don’t get me wrong, Sasuke still looks the same (which, presumably to preteen girls, is devastatingly handsome) but he’s also no longer the only one that looks like that. Obviously there’s Itachi who may or may not be more handsome (hard to tell with the art style) but the ENTIRE Uchiha clan is still alive. And if most of them are Konoha Military Police, I imagine even the civilian-born students are seeing, you know, members of KMP getting puked on by drunken disorderly shinobi and still having to wrangle them into the shinobi equivalent of a drunk tank. Or they’re the ones who are running after Naruto when he pulls his messier pranks and getting paint and glitter bombed by him—it just kinda loses the appeal after all that.

This next point may seem a little cyclical, but part of what makes someone attractive is that other people find them attractive also. So if the first two reasons above have reduced the number of fangirls Sasuke would have in this AU, then that lack of numbers would further reduce the number of fangirls. In canon, Sasuke was highly sought after by the queen bee Ino, her ex-best friend turned rival Sakura, and, presumably, basically everyone else except Hinata. So not only was canon!Sasuke SO desirable that the trend-setter, leader of the kunoichi pack Ino wanted him, her former best friend (who only stopped getting bullied because of Ino) Sakura decided he was worth losing her only friendship over.

However, in this AU, there’s no way Ino would do anything to 1) jeopardize her clan or 2) upset her BFF Shikako. And, while I think Sakura would still consider Sasuke cute, I think she is probably a bigger fan of romance in general (since a lot of her fangirling over Sasuke in canon was an entirely imagined version of him) and so she would be a fan of the betrothal if anything else. And also, funnily enough, because Shikako isn’t infatuated with Sasuke that makes him even less appealing to anyone else. Like, lol, even his future wife doesn’t have a crush on him, that’s pretty funny. I mean, ideally, she comes to love him eventually (and again, whether that is romantic or platonic is ?????) but there’s no heart-eyes, nervous blushing from Shikako whatsoever, lol.

If you take out the top three kunoichi of their class (top four, including Hinata, who even in canon was NOT INTO Sasuke) then who do you have left who could even be fangirls of Sasuke? It’s entirely possible that there are multiple classes per year (especially considering in this kinder AU, the living KMP are absolutely wrecking Danzo’s ROOT recruitment so there’s just more students) so probably those who aren’t in the same class don’t get the front row seat to Sasuke being devoted fiancé and thus are more likely to be his fangirls. But they also probably have their own “hotties” to fangirl over. Or if they’re already going to fangirl over someone not in their class, why not someone not in their year? Neji’s a year above, still as devastatingly tragic and beautiful as ever. What’s Sai doing? DoS fandom has decided he’s an Uchiha as well and, probably, one that isn’t as OVERTLY DEVOTED TO HIS FUTURE WIFE as Sasuke is.

Backtracking a bit (and this is where I fully went off the rails and weirdly political) the next kunoichi in their class, influence and capability-wise, is probably Ami, the girl who, in the flashback, was bullying Sakura which led to Ino befriending her in the first place. I personally head-canon Ami as a Mitarashi (based entirely on very minimal details of similar coloring, personality, and affinity for tea shops as Anko) and I further head-canon the Mitarashi family as either a “smaller clan” or a family that is trying to be recognized as a “smaller clan.” And depending on 1) how politically savvy Ami is and 2) how crucial/desperate the Mitarashi family are to become an established “smaller clan,” I think Ami would not publicly fangirl over Sasuke even if she were, for some reason, still attracted to this boy, given four of the major clans are invested in this betrothal and she wouldn’t want to risk any political blowback on her family/clan.

Now, what do I mean by that?

THE REST OF THIS HAS NO BEARING WHATSOEVER ON SASUKE OR SHIKAKO SO FEEL FREE TO STOP READING IF MY BULLSHIT POLITICAL NONSENSE IS NOT YOUR CUP OF TEA

Konoha’s social structure is extremely clan based. Or, technically, it is power based but clans have consolidated power versus and individual’s power. Take, for example, the Nara clan versus Kakashi. Except for maybe Shikako, there is no individual Nara who is more powerful than Kakashi. However, if, for some reason, an extremely OOC Kakashi were to kill a member of the Nara clan, there would be hell to pay. Like, maybe this extremely OOC murderous Kakashi would be able to kill every single Nara but all at once? Probably not. With the Akimichi and Yamanaka backing them? Even less likely. With the other clans of Konoha concerned that this extremely OOC murderous Kakashi might very well go after them if they don’t stop him now? Game over. Weird premise, but sort of necessary to set up the next bit.

The above is an established major clan vs extremely powerful (basically Hokage or Hokage candidate) individual, with the established clan winning. However, we’ve already seen in canon what happens when a not established clan—or, what I consider a “smaller clan”—goes up against said extremely powerful individual. In fact, this is canon, and is the same extremely powerful individual.

Because, as far as the Nohara family/clan is concerned, murderous Kakashi is not OOC at all. As far as they know, Kakashi totally got away with killing Rin and faced no consequences whatsoever. The Nohara family/clan—it’s sort of up in the air of how established/recognized they are by the Konoha government, depending on what I feel is needed in any given fic—are, in fanon/my head-canon, made of medics. Not out of any particular blood limit/genetic basis (maybe they tend to have better chakra control, or a higher capability for memorization, but that’s not exactly ground breaking) but a sort of familial culture of study and generational knowledge passed down. A Nohara may have a slight advantage against a civilian born person, but nothing insurmountable. So even consolidated, the Nohara family/clan do not have as much collective power as Kakashi the individual does.

So then we get into the whole Mitarashi thing, which is why I completely tangented away from the Shikako and Sasuke betrothal thing and into this talk of murderous Kakashi to begin with. Because you can parallel the murderous Kakashi getting away with killing Rin with the exploitative/probably abusive Orochimaru getting away with EVERYTHING HE DID TO ANKO.

And, look, what would the Mitarashi even do? I imagine they were, at first, honored that Anko was even chosen to be Orochimaru’s apprentice. At the time, he was not only one of the Sandaime’s students, he was possibly the most likely of said students to succeed him what with Tsunade running away from her trauma and Jiraiya roaming around being an almost literal fuckboi.

Maybe they even rationalized the mistreatment in the beginning: I can’t imagine the Mitarashi had any jounin before Anko. If anything, her being apprenticed to Orochimaru is probably the closest they had to one of their members becoming jounin. And so what would they know of high level training? He said the seal on her would make her more powerful and who are they to refute the possible one day Hokage? It’s an honor, surely?

And while there is further to be said about abuse of authority and, well, other abuse between Orochimaru and Anko, I don’t want to go there in this post even though, again, I’ve already fully departed from the fluffy AU of Shikako and Sasuke’s literal life saving engagement.

Ultimately, getting back to the family vs “smaller clan” matter. I think that while the family/clan’s own power does contribute a lot to what they can/can’t do and what inherent protection they have, there is probably some legislation in Konoha about what rights clans have (with the murderous Kakashi and abusive Orochimaru being exceptions rather than the usual) especially considering during the founding of Konoha so much legislation HAD to be about protecting clan rights in order to get these historical enemies to coexist.

SO, that means there is incentive for large/cohesive enough families to be formally/legally recognized as a clan in order to have those rights—maybe it’s land or reduced taxes or something where the murderous Kakashi and abusive Orochimaru situations don’t completely violate those rights? Or maybe it’s that the clan CAN enact THEIR OWN retribution without repercussions from Konoha but because, again, the consolidated power of the Nohara and Mitarashi vs murderous Kakashi and abusive Orochimaru are negligible, that’s how those situations can happen without them outrightly being violated… which maybe explains the issues in the bleak Primadonna Girl fic? Oh snap, did I back myself into figuring it out in this completely unrelated post? Whoops.

Regardless. Because there is an incentive to become a formally/legally recognized clan, there have to be some prerequisites in order to qualify. Which, apparently, I’ve gotten into before in this care!Kako/reverse Gardens AU ficlet: “Establishing a clan requires three active-duty shinobi who share a bloodline and sponsorship from two other clan heads”

Although, now that I’m properly looking at it, that seems too easy. I mean, for that particular fic’s sake, I needed it to be that easy for, you know, feels. But in a practical “how would Konoha actually function” I think it needs to be a little more robust than that. I do think a minimum number of active-duty shinobi who a share a bloodline is necessary. It should probably be more than three, and/or there should be rank requirements. So it’s not just, for example, three genin siblings getting launched into clan status out of nowhere. I mean, the sponsorship—or, probably what I actually meant was endorsement—from two other clan heads would probably prevent that, but, again, we can’t leave these things to chance.

So if I were to come up with more robust requirements for formal/legal clan establishment, it would be:

X number of active-duty shinobi who share a bloodline

Y% of the X number must be at least chuunin rank

endorsement from at least Z other clan heads

I don’t know what numbers/values X, Y, or Z would reasonably be, but it would, again, justify why the Mitarashi family would turn a blind eye or, at least, not look TOO closely at Anko’s apprenticeship with Orochimaru if they were trying to meet those unknown numbers/values in order to qualify for established clan status. And, to weirdly circle back to the top of this tangent, would explain why Ami wouldn’t publicly fangirl over a betrothed Sasuke because that theoretically could risk the endorsement part of the requirements (even though none of the clans involved would be that petty? but when you’re not yet established, it feels like every potential misstep gets exaggerated into something dire)

Anyway, sorry for going so horrifically off the rails on this one. I did start ideating on what a “Shikako reacts to Sasuke’s fangirls” fic would look like, but to be honest it was mostly **shrug, go back to whatever she was doing before** while SASUKE is the one who is upset at them since they might make him look bad in front of his fiancee. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#jacksgreyson #couragetcd #archiveofourown #down every road #fanfiction #brainstorm #meta analysis #character analysis #sasuke uchiha #shikako nara #ami mitarashi #anko mitarashi #kakashi hatake #orochimaru #rin nohara

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SH Day 1 – Waiting for you – Right person wrong time

Hellos, I am once again back from the dead. I wrote this day a bit in advance, but for the rest of them I may be a bit slow. I'll still try my best! Have a wonderful SH month Everyone!

~Love Dia.

TW: Unfulfiled love

“Was it a bad day?”

Hinata’s hand extended to tuck some of his bangs behind his ear. His face is red and sweaty, hair sticking to it. He’s beyond drunk. The owner of the bar contacted her asking for someone to come retrieve the buzzed gentleman.

But Sasuke does not wish to leave yet.

So here she is, an unsuspected Wednesday night having a drink with him too.

“You could say so”

Muttering, his head barely held up by his hand on his cheek. Eyes closed.

“Work related?”

Sasuke is a private detective. So even when he does have bad workdays, he can never truly vent to her. He has way too many signed NDAs for that. A simple nod from the man tells her that there will be no further questions from her.

Moving her stool a bit closer to his. Caressing his back softly, guiding his head onto her shoulder. She can’t give him more comfort that this. Letting him know she’s there. That’s who they are, who they’ve always been since university when they met through some common friends.

Friends, best friends, the closest of friends.

“Come. Let’s go. I’ll take you to my place.”

Probably he does not want to be alone for today.

Sasuke stumbling to sit up. “Won’t that be an issue?”

A genuine and reasonable question. Her boyfriend has made a few comments about her friendship with Sasuke, shown jealousy. Tiny frown on her lips.

“It’s alright. He won’t” shaking her head vehemently. She’s unsure but won’t think about it now.

It hurts that now there are such questions that need to be asked when they used to simply show up at each other’s place without a second guess. She could take him to his place, knows his pin code, has a key to it. But…

Hinata is preparing breakfast for both of them, Sasuke probably still asleep in the bed, or if he is awake he’s dealing with a huge hangover. She did leave some ibuprofen and water on the nightstand for him.

As she pours the egg mixture in the pan to make some scrambled eggs, she can hear the shower running. So, he’s awake.

“How are you feeling? You were quite drunk yesterday.”

He’s putting a white t-shirt on, already has on sweatpants. Yes, he has multiple clothing items at her place.

“I feel oddly fine.” His head is killing him, Hinata looks at him with a knowing gaze. She remembers how badly he reacts to alcohol the next day, have seen it all in university. He too knows how she acts when drunk.

They’ve both seen each other at their highest, were there holding the other’s hand when they got their dream job, got the scholarship money they needed and so on. But they were there just the same when they were at their low, failed grades, evictions from dorm rooms due to some fights with roommates.

But most importantly, they were there at each other’s lowest. When Neji was killed in an accident by a drunk driver, when Sasuke’s father almost lost his life on duty as a police officer.

No matter how many partners either of them went through, Hinata is still his emergency contact, she’s the one his phone calls automatically when pressing the unlock button three times.

“Here; have some food. It may help”

Hinata is a high school English and art teacher, thankfully her university roommate Sakura also works at the school as the nurse so they always eat lunch together.

Today Sakura seems to be flinching and acting odd, she opens up her mouth multiple times but does not say anything. Hinata observes and lets it go for a while, but even her patience does not last forever.

“What’s wrong?”

Green uncertain eyes looking at her.

“I’m not supposed to tell you this.”

???? “Umm…ok?” confused, but if Sakura can’t tell her, who is she to insist.

“But I feel like I should!” Frustrated hand through pink hair.

“I’ll tell you. But you can’t blame me for ruining the surprise, ok? I just…I just feel like you should know…”

“Umm…ok” Same answer as before. Hinata’s anxiety raising too. What could Sakura know that is tormenting her so?

“Ok.” Multiple nods. “Here it goes.

…

Kiba is going to ask you to marry him.” Whisper-scream from the woman and then she covers her mouth, as if she cannot believe herself the words she just let out, somewhat regretting having told Hinata.

Her own heart beating at a rate that is truly scary. She’s happy, of course she is. She loves him, why else would she be dating him? But…but there’s still a tiny part of her that feels…sad.

“That’s amazing” Finally answering the secret. Putting her sadness away. She’ll deal with it at another time.

Hand over her heart. “That’s amazing”

Sakura’s shoulders relax. “It is! I just- I know that…”

But she doesn’t say anything after. There’s no need for her to. Hinata knows what she means. They talk about it more. Hinata asks her how she knew, Sakura tells her how Kiba ask her to take Hinata to get her nails done by the end of the month, and that she knows what that means. That she told him congratulation and he blushed shyly but proudly.

Home at the end of her day, eyes closed as she lays in bed. The room still smells of booze a bit, but mostly it smells of Sasuke.

She can’t help but think of their university days. Their last year, when she finally became aware of her feelings for him. When she’d look at him for seconds too long, think of him even when he was not there.

How one time when it was just them, when her head was resting on his shoulder she almost reached over to hold his hand. But fear is a much stronger feeling for her than love ever was. She feared rejection, feared ruining their 4 year long friendship.

They’ve also each dated multiple people throughout their friendship, how there was almost never a time period in which both of them were single. That each time she almost got the courage to do something she’d cower in fear. So, she just waited. Waiting for him to give her a signal, waiting for him to make a move. And it just never happened.

She was still waiting until 2 years ago when she met Kiba, when she started dating him casually, but now…now he’s the one she calls first after a hard day. He’s the one she thinks about the most.

Hands covering her face. Fading unfulfilled love is not what she thought her and Sasuke would turn into.

Hinata is melancholic and thinks about all of their interactions for the following few days. So when Sasuke calls her, asking her to come over she still has all those thoughts into her mind.

Arms around him the moment the door opens. Sasuke taken aback, chuckling. Asking ‘Did you miss me that much’ jokingly. But when she doesn’t reply his heart rate spikes up, pushing her slightly to look at her face, a few unshed tears into her eyes.

“Hinata? What’s wrong?” Cubbing her cheek, wiping her tear away with his thumb.

Her eyes closed, heart heavy and confused. Fear makes her fingertips numb, but she cannot back down now, she needs to know, it’s important. She cannot answer Kiba’s question with a truthful and enthusiastic ‘yes’ unless they talk about this, unless they move on.

“I loved you” Her words echoing into the hallway. A moment of silence that urges her to open her eyes and look up at him, he has a sad smile on his lips.

“I know. I loved you too”

Her whole body is tingling, shocked. “What?”

Sasuke caresses her hair and pulls her into a hug.

“I didn’t know all along. I suspected at times, but then you’d turn around and do things that made me believe I was a narcissist for thinking you might feel the same. I was waiting for you to say or do something, tell me I wasn’t wrong.

But time went on and…well…”

Her mouth wide open, fist clenched, and she hit his shoulder. “I was waiting for YOU!”

More frustrated with both of them than anything else.

“By the time I realized that perhaps my feelings were indeed reciprocated, so many things happened, so much time passed and it felt like a shame…to change”

Looking at him somewhat in disbelief.

“Kiba asked me to marry him” He didn’t yet but that’s just details. “I said yes” she didn’t yet but she will.

Sasuke’s smile dims a bit, but he hugs and congratulates her nevertheless.

They remain in a hug for a long time before she breaks the silence.

“We both said loved. In the past”

“I still love you, but it is different now…”

Small nod. She agrees. She feels the same. The feelings faded in time, no longer having a romantic aspect to them.

They both waited for each other, but the wait was just too long

@sasuhinamonth

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