Chapter 2
by the time sasuke returns to the inn, the room is quiet, save for the faint shuffle of his footsteps against the wooden floor. you’re standing at the table, pretending to be busy with your tools, organizing and cleaning the kunai for the second time today. it’s a distraction—one you desperately need. the tension from last night clings to you like a second skin, and now, with sasuke’s presence behind you, the weight of it feels unbearable.
“what are you doing?” his voice is low, calm, but it cuts through the silence with precision.
“organizing,” you reply curtly, not turning to face him.
the soft creak of his boots draws closer, and you feel his presence at your back, the faint warmth of him brushing against you. his proximity makes the room feel smaller, the air heavier.
“hn.” the sound is low, skeptical, and dismissive all at once. “you’re terrible at hiding things."
your grip tightens on the kunai, but your hands tremble, betraying the tension radiating through you.
“what do you—”
you glance down, feigning distraction, but it’s impossible to ignore him. every inch of your body is aware of his proximity, the way his presence seems to draw the very air out of the room.
“you’ve been acting strange all day,” he says suddenly, breaking the silence.
you blink, caught off guard. “i don’t know what you mean.”
“your heartbeat says otherwise.” his words are sharp, pointed, and accompanied by the faint brush of his breath against your neck.
“sasuke, it’s nothing,” you say, though your voice wavers.
“you’re lying,” he states plainly, his tone unflinching.
the kunai slips from your fingers, clattering against the table. before you can reach for it, his hand brushes yours, stopping you mid-motion.
the contact is fleeting, but it ignites something inside you, a spark that ripples through your chest and leaves you breathless. his fingers linger just a moment longer before pulling away.
“why are you trembling?” he asks, his voice quieter now, probing but calm.
“i’m not,” you stammer, though your entire body betrays you.
his lips press into a thin line, and you feel the faint brush of his exhale near your temple. he doesn’t move away, lingering as if waiting for something.
you try to ignore it, busying yourself with the tools in front of you, but it’s futile. you’re too aware of him, the way his presence shifts the air itself.
“did the mission bother you?” he asks.
“no,” you reply quickly. too quickly. he hums, clearly unconvinced.
when you glance back again, he’s studying you carefully, raising an eyebrow, his gaze too knowing. the way he watches you makes your pulse spike. you shift on your feet, trying to steady your breathing, but the faint flutter of nerves doesn’t escape his notice.
the conversation drifts toward the mission—details about the intel, the layout of the base, possible next steps. but it doesn’t stay there.
by the time you both settle into the bed, the tension feels heavier than it has all day. the inn is quiet, the soft creak of the bed the only sound as you lie stiffly on your side, trying to keep as much space between you and sasuke as possible.
but it doesn’t matter. you can feel him there, his presence an inescapable gravity that pulls at you, makes your chest tight.
“now will you say what are you trying to hide?” he says suddenly, breaking the silence.
you blink, caught off guard. “i don’t have something to hide.”
“yes, you do.” his voice is calm but firm, and you can feel his gaze boring into the back of your head.
you roll onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. “i’m just tired,” you say again, but even you can hear how hollow it sounds.
sasuke shifts, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at you. his expression is unreadable, but there’s a sharpness in his eyes, like he’s picking apart every piece of you. you feel your cheeks blush.
“lying again,” he says, echoing his earlier words.
you don’t answer, your throat too tight, your pulse too loud in your ears.
he exhales, his free hand coming to rest near your shoulder, caging you in. “if you have something to say, just say it.”
his voice is low, a quiet challenge that sends a shiver through you. you shake your head, your hands gripping the blanket tightly. “you’re imagining things,” you murmur.
“am i?” his voice is low, almost teasing, but there’s a subtle edge to it that makes your chest tighten.
the silence that follows feels suffocating. you can feel his eyes on you, searching, waiting. and then, before you can react, he moves suddenly on top of you.
his hand catches both of yours, pinning them gently to the bed as he leans closer. “stop avoiding it.”
“sasuke—” your eyes widen.
“why do you always look at me like that?” he interrupts, his voice quieter now but no less intense.
when you deny it, he cuts you off. “tell me.” his grip tightens slightly, but it’s not rough. just firm enough to keep you grounded. “why?”
you don’t know what to say, your thoughts a jumbled mess as he watches you, his face impossibly close. the weight of his presence is overwhelming, and all you can do is look up at him, your heart pounding painfully in your chest, looking quickly at his parted lips.
“i can feel it,” he says, his tone low, as though testing the weight of his words. “every reaction,” he murmurs, his dark eyes flickering, “i feel it all.”
his gaze drops to your lips, just for a moment, before snapping back to your eyes. “and you’re distracting,” he murmurs, almost to himself.
your lips part to respond, but the words never come. before you can process what’s happening, he moves again, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that’s both hesitant and insistent.
it’s not perfect—almost awkward in its intensity—but it’s real, his body pressing closer as the kiss deepens.
you’re too stunned to react at first, but the heat of him, the sheer weight of him against you, pulls you under. your free hand finds his shoulder, clutching at him as he presses further into you, his movements growing bolder with every passing second.
when he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, both of you breathing hard. his grip on your wrist softens, his fingers brushing against your skin.
“this isn’t... just me, is it?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
you shake your head, your breath shaky. “no.”
for a moment, neither of you moves, the air between you heavy with something neither of you can name.
his lips crush against yours again, harder this time, almost punishing, as though something inside him is unraveling. the careful, measured sasuke uchiha you know seems to falter, replaced by someone who acts on instinct rather than control. yet, even now, there’s a precision to him—a tension that keeps him grounded. his hand tightens around your wrist as his body presses more firmly against yours.
“tell me to stop,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice low, rough. “if you don’t want this.”
you shake your head quickly, your voice catching as you whisper, “i don’t want to.”
something shifts in his expression at your words. his dark eyes flicker, the intensity in them burning hotter as his grip on your wrist loosens just slightly, his thumb brushing the soft skin there. “good,” he mutters, almost like a warning, before the weight of him presses you into the mattress, his body firm and unyielding as he settles between your legs. the friction of his hips rolling against yours pulls a quiet gasp from you, the deliberate drag of his body against yours ignites something in your core, a heat that builds with every slow, measured grind of his hips.
he’s not rushed, but there’s an edge to him, a growing urgency that makes it impossible to think about anything else but him.
your legs close around him uncontrollably and his lips leave yours to trail along your jaw, then lower, pressing heated kisses to your neck. his breath is warm, uneven, as he lingers against your pulse, the sharp edge of his teeth brushing your skin just enough to make your body shiver.
his hips press into you harder, the rhythm growing firmer, and the friction makes your breath catch. the soft sound you make against his ear draws a low, almost inaudible groan from him, his body stiffening slightly before he forces himself to relax.
“tch,” he exhales, his grip tightening at your waist, holding you steady as he adjusts the angle of his hips and your own hips buck instinctively to meet him.
your inexperience makes you hesitate, unsure of how to move, but sasuke doesn’t seem to mind. his hands guide you, his fingers gripping your waist firmly, almost possessively, as he presses you closer.
“stay with me,” he says quietly, his voice strained, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
you nod, though you’re not sure how coherent you are at this point. the heat pooling in your stomach is overwhelming, every movement sending another wave of tension coiling through you.
his hand moves lower, the calloused pads of his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your pants.
your stomach twists, your body unwilling to betray how deeply his presence affects you as he pauses, waiting for your reaction.
“is this okay?” he asks, his voice rough but steady, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.
you nod, your cheeks burning. “yes.”
he doesn’t rush. his hand moves slowly, his touch firm but careful as his fingers find the sensitive spot between your legs. the first press of his thumb against your clit makes your entire body tense, a sharp gasp escaping you before you can stop it.
his eyes darken at the sound, and his lips brush against your neck as he starts to move, slow circles that send shocks of pleasure radiating through you.
your hips buck involuntarily, a soft moan slipping past your lips as his fingers work you with careful control.
“sasuke—” his name falls from your lips before you can stop it, and you feel him shudder slightly against you, his breath hot against your skin.
“yes?” he murmurs, his tone quiet but laced with something deeper, something almost reverent.
you can’t answer, your mind too clouded by the sensation of his touch. his movements grow more purposeful, the rhythm of his fingers relentless as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge.
sasuke’s fingers move with precise intent, brushing over the sensitive spot between your legs with a pressure that makes your breath hitch sharply. the circles he draws are steady, almost maddening in their slowness, like he’s savoring every reaction you give him.
“you’re holding back,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough against your ear.
your hands clutch at his shoulders, the sensation too overwhelming to think straight. “i—i’m not,” you manage, though your trembling body betrays you.
“you are,” he says firmly, his tone carrying that same cold confidence he uses in battle, but here it’s tempered with something darker, something hotter.
his thumb presses more insistently against your clit, and your hips jerk against him without permission.
“see?” his lips brush against your ear, the barest hint of a smirk in his voice. “stop fighting it.”
the words stir a chill in your veins, your body responding to the deep, commanding timbre of his voice as much as to his touch. you try to stifle the soft moans slipping past your lips, but it’s useless.
the friction, the warmth of him, the way his hand is working you with relentless precision—it’s all too much.
his other hand moves to your hip, gripping firmly to keep you still as your body twists beneath him. the control he exerts is intoxicating, the weight of his body pinning you down as his fingers work faster, dragging soft gasps and cries from you that you can no longer hold back.
“keep going,” you whisper, barely able to get the words out as your head tilts back against the pillow. “please, sasuke.”
“mhm.” his murmur is cool, but there’s an edge of satisfaction in it, like your surrender is exactly what he wanted.
his fingers slip lower, teasing briefly at your hole before returning to your clit, his movements growing bolder.
the firm press of his thumb paired with the way his middle finger begins to slide between your folds has your whole body arching off the bed, a strangled moan escaping your lips at the new sensation.
“i didn’t know you’d be this sensitive.” he murmurs, almost to himself, his dark eyes locked onto your face. “i can feel how wet you are.”
your cheeks burn at his words, the heat pooling in your stomach growing unbearable as his finger slides deeper, the intrusion unfamiliar but not unwelcome while he is testing your reaction with every movement.
when his finger curls inside you, pressing against a spot that sends white-hot pleasure shooting through your body, you cry out, your nails digging into his back. he groans softly at the sensation, his control faltering for just a moment as his hips press against yours instinctively.
“does that feel good?” he asks, his voice a low rasp against your neck.
“yes,” you gasp, your hands clutching at him desperately. “yes, sasuke—don’t stop.”
he doesn’t. his thumb continues its steady rhythm against your clit, his finger curling inside you faster. the combination is overwhelming, your body trembling beneath him as the pressure builds, winding tighter and tighter until you feel like you might snap.
and then you do.
pleasure washes over you, leaving your body trembling, his name slipping from your lips as your hips move instinctively against his hand.
sasuke doesn’t stop immediately, his movements slowing but never ceasing as he coaxes every last bit of sensation from you. his eyes remain locked on your face, his expression unreadable but intense, like he’s memorizing the way you fall apart under his touch.
when you finally collapse, your chest heaving and your body trembling, he withdraws his hand carefully, his touch lingering for just a moment before he rests his palm on your thigh.
his lips twitch into the faintest of smirks, and he leans down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. for a moment, the quiet fills the room, heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions between you.
but as you catch your breath, you notice the way his body still feels tense against yours, his breathing still heavy. you glance down, your eyes widening slightly when you see the strain in his pants, the undeniable evidence of just how much he’s holding back.
“sasuke,” you whisper, your voice soft but questioning.
he exhales sharply, his jaw clenching as he looks down at you. “this isn’t about me,” he says firmly, though the restraint in his voice is palpable.
you hesitate, your heart pounding as you reach up to brush your fingers hesitantly against his cheek. “it can be,” you say quietly, your words laced with both nervousness and determination.
his eyes intensify at your words, and for a moment, he just stares at you, his expression unreadable.
then, slowly, he leans down again, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that’s softer this time, but no less intense.
“are you sure about this?” he asks, his gaze lingers for a beat too long, the question unspoken but clear in his shadowed eyes as you nod anxiously.
sasuke doesn’t say much as he pulls you into his arms, his body warm and solid against yours. his hand brushes idly over your back, his touch grounding as your breathing evens out.
“you’re full of surprises,” he says, his tone flat but his actions—his hand tightening around your waist—giving away more.
you smile faintly, resting your head against his chest. “you weren’t so bad yourself.”
a quiet chuckle escapes him, and his hand moves to your hair, brushing it back gently.
he holds you close, his touch steady against the small of your back. the room is silent, but his breathing, calm and even, roots you in place. for once, you let yourself believe him.