Chapter 3
you walk back to the inn together, the last leg of your mission uneventful yet heavy with unspoken tension. the village, quiet and tucked beneath the rising evening mist, fades into the background as sasuke strides beside you, his gaze steady, his movements efficient as always.
once you’re back in the room, you begin organizing the leftover tools from the mission, but sasuke’s watchful presence gnaws at your focus. he leans against the wall by the window, his arms crossed and his expression unreadable, but his gaze burns like he’s peeling away your every thought.
“it’s done,” he says, his voice as calm and flat as the morning.
you nod, deliberately not looking at him. “yeah. it went smoothly.”
the faintest hum leaves his throat, but the silence stretches after, weighted. you busy yourself with brushing dust from your clothes, but the stillness makes every movement feel too loud.
“something on your mind?” he remarks, finally breaking the silence. “you usually speak at least about the mission more.”
you glance at him briefly, your heart skipping as you catch the sharp focus in his eyes. “it’s not like you’ve been chatty either.”
“not the same,” he counters smoothly, taking a step closer.
his nearness pulls at something deep inside you, an unspoken gravity that leaves you unsteady and you turn back to the tools, desperate to mask your reaction.
he moves closer, his presence impossible to ignore now, until you feel the faint warmth of him at your back. his voice drops lower.
you stiffen, your fingers faltering. before you can respond, his hand brushes against your side, just barely grazing your waist. the contact sends a jolt through you, and you freeze, your breath catching in your throat.
“see?” his tone is quieter now, more deliberate. “you tense up every time i touch you.”
you swallow hard, your voice shaky as you protest, “i don’t—”
his other hand comes up, brushing your hair aside as he leans in. the heat of his breath against your neck makes your knees weak, and your words trail off into silence.
“you’re thinking about last night,” he murmurs, his lips grazing the shell of your ear.
your cheeks burn, and your hands clench into fists as you try to fight the pull of his voice. “i’m not.”
his hand slides lower, his fingers splaying over your hip with possessive pressure. “don’t lie to me,” he says, his tone sharper now.
your body betrays you as a soft, shaky breath escapes, and you curse inwardly as you feel him smirk against your neck.
“that’s what i thought,” he murmurs, his fingers tightening slightly as he pulls you back against him.
“sasuke,” you manage, your voice trembling as he shifts his body closer.
“what?” he asks, his voice dropping further, sending a shiver down your spine. “i’m just proving my point.”
the hand on your hip slides lower, his fingers trailing over the curve of your thigh before brushing between your legs, the faintest pressure making your breath hitch. he pauses there, his touch teasing, testing.
“you’re already shaking,” he observes, his voice laced with quiet amusement.
you turn your head to glare at him, but the heat in his eyes steals any retort you might’ve had. “you’re impossible,” you whisper instead, your voice barely audible.
“and you’re distracting,” he replies, his lips brushing against your jaw as he tilts your head back slightly.
his free hand moves to your other hip, his fingers firm as he guides you back against him. the hard length of him pressing into you makes your body jolt, heat flooding your cheeks.
“sasuke—”
“relax,” he cuts you off, his tone quiet but commanding. his hand presses more firmly against your thigh, coaxing your legs apart slightly as his other hand trails upward, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt.
the contrast of his rough fingertips against your soft skin sends a shiver through you, and your head tilts back against his shoulder as he explores further, his touch growing more confident.
“you’re sensitive,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with a rare hint of satisfaction. “i could feel it last night. i still can.”
your breath catches as his hand finally slips lower, his fingers finding the sensitive heat between your legs. the light pressure makes your hips jerk involuntarily, and a soft moan escapes before you can stop it.
“louder than i expected,” he teases, his lips grazing your neck.
you bite your lip, heat burning your face as his fingers begin to move, slow and deliberate, tracing lazy circles over your clit. the teasing pace makes your body tremble, the pleasure building steadily as he presses harder.
“do you want me to stop?” he asks, though his tone suggests he already knows the answer.
“no,” you whisper, your voice shaking as your hips press into his hand.
his other hand leaves your hip, moving to the waistband of his pants. you hear the faint sound of fabric shifting, and when his hand returns, he guides yours to him. the hard length of him beneath your palm makes your breath hitch, and his low groan as you touch him sends heat straight through you.
“you see what you do to me?” he mutters, his voice rough as he moves your hand over him, showing you the pace he likes.
you nod, your fingers tightening around him as you follow his lead. his jaw tightens, and his movements grow more erratic, his hand between your legs working you with increased intensity.
“you’re ready for me,” he says, his voice strained as his fingers slide against you, teasing your entrance before slipping inside.
the stretch is unfamiliar, but the sensation makes your whole body tense, pleasure coiling tightly in your core as he begins to move. his other hand covers yours again, guiding you to stroke him faster, his breathing growing heavier with every movement.
“sasuke…” his name escapes your lips in a soft, desperate moan, and the sound seems to push him over the edge.
he pulls his hand from between your legs, spinning you around to face him. his gaze is fierce, his breathing ragged as he holds your face in his hands. “tell me you want this,” he demands, his voice low but commanding.
“i do,” you whisper, meeting his gaze. “i want you.”
he kisses you then, hard and hungry, as he lowers you onto the bed. his hands roam your body, exploring every inch of you as he aligns himself, pausing just long enough to ask, “are you sure?”
when you nod, he moves, his control faltering as he finally takes you.
sasuke positions himself above you, his body radiating heat, his dark eyes fixed on you with a focus so intense it makes your breath hitch. his fingers skim down your sides, deliberate and firm, igniting your skin as he steadies himself. he’s silent, but his actions speak volumes—he’s studying you, committing every inch of you to memory.
“spread your legs,” he murmurs, his voice low and commanding, but there’s a softness there, an edge of restraint that sends shivers down your spine.
your heart pounds as you do as he says, the cool air brushing against your bare skin. his hand moves to your inner thigh, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh as he pulls your legs farther apart. « better than i imagined » the vulnerability of the position sends a rush of nervous excitement through you, and you can’t stop the way your body trembles beneath him.
“you’re nervous,” he observes, his lips twitching into the faintest smirk. his hand slides higher, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin at your core. “is it fear?”
“no,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, though your pulse is racing.
“good,” he says, his tone low and dangerous, as though your answer was the only one he would have accepted.
his hand slides lower, his fingers parting you gently. the teasing pressure against your clit makes your hips jerk, and you bite your lip to stifle a soft gasp. sasuke’s gaze flicks to your face, dark and unreadable as his thumb moves in slow, deliberate circles.
“i can feel how much you want this,” he mutters, almost to himself, the faintest hint of satisfaction in his voice.
your cheeks burn, but any embarrassment is quickly overshadowed by the waves of pleasure building under his touch. his fingers slip lower, teasing your entrance before slowly pressing inside. the stretch is unfamiliar, your body tensing instinctively, but sasuke is patient.
“relax,” he murmurs, leaning down to press his lips against your neck. his free hand brushes over your hip, grounding you as he moves his fingers slowly, carefully, letting you adjust to the sensation. “i’ll make it good for you.”
your breath hitches as he adds another finger, his movements deliberate and controlled, curling just enough to make your back arch. the pleasure is overwhelming, coiling tight in your stomach with every stroke.
“sasuke,” you gasp, his name falling from your lips before you can stop it.
the sound seems to snap something in him. he withdraws his fingers, sitting back on his heels as he strokes himself, his dark eyes burning into yours.
“are you ready?” he asks, his voice rough and strained, his composure hanging by a thread.
“yes,” you whisper, your voice trembling but certain. “i want you.”
the faint smirk on his lips is gone, replaced by something deeper, more primal. he leans forward, his hands gripping your thighs as he positions himself at your entrance. the weight of him pressing against you sends a shiver through your entire body.
“tell me if it’s too much,” he murmurs, his tone softer now, but there’s an edge of dominance beneath it.
you nod, your hands clutching at his shoulders as he begins to push forward. the stretch is slow, almost agonizing, as he fills you inch by inch. your body tenses, the unfamiliar sensation burning slightly, and sasuke stills immediately, his hands tightening on your hips.
“does it hurt?” he asks, his voice low but steady, his gaze searching yours.
you shake your head, though your breath is shaky. “no. it’s just… different.”
e nods, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “you’re doing good. breathe.”
you follow his command, your body slowly relaxing as he resumes moving, pushing deeper until he’s fully inside you. he stays still for a moment, letting you adjust, his breathing heavy against your neck.
“you take me perfectly,” he mutters, his voice rough with restraint. his hips pull back slightly before pressing forward again, the slow, deliberate motion sending a wave of heat through you.
the discomfort fades quickly, replaced by a growing pressure that makes your breath hitch. you shift your hips experimentally, and the movement draws a low groan from sasuke’s throat, his hands gripping you tighter.
“don’t tease me,” he growls, his voice tinged with a warning.
you barely have time to process his words before he begins moving again, his rhythm slow but deep, each thrust building the tension in your core. the friction, the heat, the sheer intensity of him pressing into you—it’s too much and not enough all at once.
“sasuke,” you gasp, your hands gripping his arms as your body arches beneath him.
his pace quickens slightly, his control slipping as his own need overtakes him. he angles his hips, and when he thrusts again, he hits a spot deep inside you that makes your entire body jerk.
“there,” you manage, your voice breaking on the word.
he groans softly, adjusting his position to hit that spot with every thrust. “right there?”
“yes,” you cry, your nails digging into his skin as pleasure ripples through you.
his movements grow rougher, his hips snapping against yours as the room fills with the sound of skin against skin, mingling with your soft moans and his low, guttural breaths. the tension in your stomach coils tighter with every thrust, building to an unbearable peak.
“you’re tighter than i expected,” he mutters, his voice strained. his lips find yours in a searing kiss, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as he swallows your moans.
you’re trembling beneath him now, your body unable to handle the overwhelming sensations. “sasuke—I’m—”
“let it go,” he murmurs against your lips, his tone a quiet command. “i’ve got you.”
the tension snaps, and your climax crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body arching off the bed as a cry escapes your lips. sasuke doesn’t stop, his thrusts growing erratic as he chases his own release.
when he finally comes, he buries himself deep inside you, a low, guttural groan rumbling from his chest as his body stiffens. earlier, he had paused, his gaze meeting yours with a silent question, and you had nodded, your voice steady as you whispered, 'yes, please.' now, you feel the heat of him spilling into you, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you’re sure there will be marks.
for a moment, neither of you moves, the room filled with the sound of your ragged breathing. sasuke collapses beside you, his arm slipping around your waist as he pulls you against his chest.
when it’s over, he lies beside you, his hand resting lightly on your waist as his breathing evens out. he doesn’t speak immediately, but his gaze remains on you, watching you carefully.
“you’re not hurt?” he asks finally, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it.
you shake your head, smiling faintly. “no. i’m okay.”
he nods, brushing a strand of hair from your face before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “good.”
though words aren’t his strong suit, the way he stays close—the way his hand traces idle patterns on your skin—says more than enough.
sasuke doesn’t say much as you both catch your breath, but his actions are deliberate. he brushes your hair away from your face, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before getting up to clean you carefully. when he returns, he lies beside you, his arm draping over your waist as he pulls you close.
“are you okay?” he asks finally, his voice quieter now, laced with a rare vulnerability.
you nod, smiling softly. “i’m okay.”
his lips twitch into a faint smirk, but his dark eyes remain serious. “good.”
though he’s not one for grand gestures, the way he holds you, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin, makes you feel more cared for than any words ever could. sasuke uchiha may not say much, but his presence speaks louder than anything.