s-asuke:

Warnings – blood, depictions of giving birth, sex, swearing, gore. I know im late but i tryyy
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– chi –

Sometimes Sasuke overrastimates his own abilities – and that’s where Sakura jumps in. The green glow that overwhelms his wound, made by sheer overconfidence is quick to dissapear, but he doesn’t mind. He only glares at Sakura’s focused face that reprimands him about his recklessness.

“Goddamn it, Sasuke. You didn’t die in a war only to lose your head in a silly mission! Use your head, dammit!” In a hurry to hide more efficiently from the enemy, she picks him up in a bridal style, not caring for Sasuke’s bashfulness or any kind of protest.

“Oi, Sakura! Let me down!”

“You have to deal with the consequences of being overly dumb, so don’t blame me for anything!”

There is no use arguing with Sakura. She would just end up verbally overpowering him, so he chose to shut up instead.

When they are near a small cave-in, erodded rocks crowning the mountainside, Sakura lets him down – he has really fucked up his leg. The muscle is nearly ripped – overwhelming speed up his movement mixed with the velocity, strength and power of the water jutsu that countered his fire one is terrifying. The missing nin of the Foundation are truly something.

“Shit, I am fucking – Sakura, stop the bleeding, please.” He grunts, his leg getting number by the minute. “Hah, you can dream of the day when you start telling me what I do. Kuchiyose no Jutsu!“Small part of Katsuyu and a single scroll appear, Katsuyu moving over to the Uchiha without an order from Sakura. The medic-nin prepares a small needle, tipping it. “Get ready Sasuke, ‘cause it’s gonna burn.” Without a second to react, Sakura stabs the spot above Katsuyu, granting her space to work. Sasuke winces, but shuts up nonetheless. If it’s a simple deeper cut, shouldn’t have a cloth sufficed?

“I didn’t have time for explaining in the middle of the battle,” she grips Katsuyu, thanking her as the cute slug dissapears with a poof, and Sakura returns to treating the grumbling Uchiha, “but the nin with the Water Style has a kekkei genkai. It’s poison that’s coursing through the water – odorless, colorless poison. But it’s not tasteless, and Katsuyu and I achieved a telepathic connection through my Byakugou when she is in this world, so she can immediately analyze the wound and tell me about the details. So yeah, long story short, you’re fine now. If I was a minute late – you’d be dead.”

Holy shit. Once again, Sasuke is stunned by the sheer precision and calm the pink haired medic possesses. His bleeding stopped, and feeling was slowly coming to his leg, unfortunately with itching of a thousand needles.

Noticing his frown got impossibly deeper, Sakura softens, reaching down to kiss his forehead and clean up the forming bloodstain on his calf. “Don’t be a grump. We’ll be going home soon. Just rest a bit, since they had to hide somewhere too. They’re all maimed, so we have nothing to worry about.”

It is said in such a quiet, beautiful tone that it makes him melt. “Hn,” is all he offers as his cloak covers him, and he pulls her in his embrace. Feeling her blush, he lets his lips and the edge of his teeth graze her earlobe, whispering softly, “Thank you, Sakura.”

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– ase –

This was brutal. He knew he wanted to test his limits with five most skilled Hyuuga against him without a Sharingan, but it seems that with Neji as a guide, those five could defend themselves in a perfect formation, no blind spots whatsoever. He was chasing his tail here, for roughly thirty minutes now – his only choice was to break them apart.

And they knew it.

He was succesful at first, targeting the center of Kaiten with a Chidori Nagashi, the elegant waves of electricity becoming visible as the small field of chakra retracts into their owners, but the lightning is too fast for the three out of five. Hanabi and Neji stay, retreating quickly to watch each other’s back, Byakugan on full alert. Sasuke is in front of them, and for a sole moment, all that he knows is that one of them has to move – soon.

It turns out to be Hanabi, all smiles and confident smirks, but Sasuke sees she is readying herself for a ninjutsu fight, expecting some signature move of his, but instead receives the opposite.

“Sensatsu Suishou!” All of a sudden, the water needles run towards Hanabi at blinding speed, but Sasuke accelerates them, changing their path, locking Hanabi in place instead of mortally wounding her. Neji is distracted by Hanabi’s downfall, and in the last second realizes his mistake – Sasuke is way too fast, a huge wave overcoming him as he just as much as blinked. He is amazed, yet annoyed, but that annoyance falters quick – with the promise of getting stronger. He isn’t washed away completely – his defeat was obvious since he turned for Hanabi, his Byakugan not quick enough to react, taking all those Kaiten in consideration.

“Good fight,” he murmurs as he runs to his comrades.

“Aa.” Sasuke’s words are scarce as usual, and he wants to hurry home and rest. A warm bed is waiting for him, and so is Sakura. The Hyuuga are quick to wake up, and Sasuke offers to help, neverminding their pride since they have refused.

Carrying three at a time, he leaves Hanabi to Neji, as the male on his back grumbles silently about wanting to be let down, Sasuke, of course, pretends he hasn’t heard it. When they part, he faintly hears the female Hyuga he carried with his left arm murmur something about ‘if that’s without his Sharingan, I don’t even want to imagine the Rinnegan’ followed by Sasuke’s handsome smirk and a huff.

There’s some sweat on his brow.

Annoyed, he hurries to his Pink Princess, swishing his cloak to distract himself, yearning overcoming him. Hah. The sweat on his brow is still there. He erases its traces with ease, bulleting on the roofs of the houses. As he lands through the window of their window, whispering ‘tadaima’ as he faces the abandoned room. She has to be downstairs, it’s been a busy day in the office, so he presumes either cooking something or relaxing. He would prefer the latter, getting his shoes off, noticing the freshly washed floor. Well, she has kept herself busy, he thinks in dissaproval. Passing through the hallway and settling at the top of the staircase he utters a bit louder,“Sakura, I’m home.” As the pinkette peeks over the staircase, happily greeting him, he notices the scent of fresh food and vegetables? Hoping for tomatoes, he ends up at the table, as quick as if he used a Flying Raijin, and Sakura ends up frowning, “Wash your hands, Uchiha.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be one too very soon.”

She ends up softly blushing as she stirs the tomato soup, murmuring a soft ‘shannaro’ as he rises up, feeling all the sweat that accumulated on his forehead. Ugh.

Oh. The realization hits him. He only sweats when he is near Sakura, or at the edges of his forehead when he is nervous about her or thinks about her.

That and hard (fighting versus Naruto hard) physical labor.

He blushes softly about the fact, as the water does a poor job of cooling him off.

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– namida –

“Don’t underestimate me! She shouts to the large abominations made of mud and driftwood. They were chasing after a missing-nin, the one whose specialties are puppets.

A team of Sakura, Sasuke and an ex-ANBU was catching up quick, and since Sakura was experienced with fighting against puppet masters, Sasuke thought his wife to be the right person for this mission. He was a young missing-nin, a jounin, but Sasuke didn’t want to underestimate him, since he was close to Kankuro in skill. As they advanced through the thick forests of the Land of Fire and Sakura kept wrecking the distorted dolls, he was awed but not distracted. They were near, after two days of pursuit.

As they reached a clearing, the nin, Shougo, appeared cockily. Sasuke scoffs, revealing his Rinnegan from the eyepatch he is using. He wants this to be over soon. "Shannaro!!” A powerful wave was sent as soon as they land, and Shougo tried to dodge the earthquake. Sasuke immediately acts, using the Bansho Ten’in in kind. Overwhelmed before the fight has even started, he is by Sasuke’s side as soon as the words of the technique are spoken. “A-Ah! They hear the ANBU guy groan, and Sasuke, Shougo still under his control, notices something is terrifyingly off.

The young shinobi’s movements are graceful in a disturbing way, his bones crackling every now and then. He’s controlled. But I have him under my contol now? No.

The speed of Sasuke’s thoughts matches the one of his movements – the Shinra Tensei is quick to react, althrough he cannot maim or harm seriously his comrade. Shougo is pushed away moumentally, screaming all the while. Sasuke is too far away from both Sakura and the young shinobi. But how the fuck is he still maipulated? He sees no genjutsu, but the chakra inside him is spinning weirdly, near his head and limbs. "SAKURA GET AWAY FROM HIM!”

She’s quick to listen and it all is a whirlwind from there on. The shinobi is coming quick to target Sakura, but no use. She is guarding Sasuke’s back, and he is frantic. What kind of technique is this? And why the helling fuck did he fucking let Sakura go to this mission pregnant. His one month pregnant wife, who was just a week ago stopped by him since he accidentally activated his Sharingan and seen another life inside her, a small one, a vulnerable one, one he loved since he saw its smallest swirl of chakra ever.

“Sakura! When we are back home, you are not getting a mission until a damn year!”

“Sasu-”

“Shut up! He is being controlled by Shougo’s chakra! Shougo’s will is implanted inside him, so even if he is unconcious or dead, until we extract his chakra – we can’t free him!”

“Sasuke – I – I don’t sense Shougo’s chakra anymore.”

“Doesn’t matter, move, go back to the last checkpoint and I will take care of things here, please!”

“Like I’d do that!” She has never seen Sasuke as distressed and frantic, yet she always asserts her stubbornness. He growls under his breath as Sakura charges towards the manipulated shinobi, who is shooting Earth Style techniques left and right. Sakura dodges them perfectly and Sasuke is once again reminded that yes, in fact, Sakura is a genius and a prodigy of dodging, being a medical ninja. I have to believe in her. As much as its life is at stake.

“Come on! Come at me!” She shouts powefully, as she deflects the jutsu. Sasuke trails as her backup, and suddenly the ex-ANBU splits into fifteen shadow clones. He has a considerable amount of chakra, Sasuke thinks as he takes them on, leaving the real one to Sakura. Fear trembles low in his chest, sinking.

Sakura has achieved considerable speed, and Sasuke would say she would be maybe able to rival him in it one day, if it weren’t for his eyes. Dammit, the clones are strong. As it is for the worst, Shougo is now pushing away the rubble, having regained his conciousness – his arm is broken. Sasuke activates his Susano’o, flames forming the warrior. All of a sudden, the purple mass destroys all the clones without a bother, heading for Shougo. Without a word, the man ends his jutsu, snapping the neck of their comrade. He moved his focus somewhere else.

Oh no.

Shougo’s chakra strings envelop themselves in a small ball, and make Sakura absorb them. Sasuke’s enraged by this point. He can’t ever bring himself to harm his wife when they are sparring normally – let alone when she is pregnant.

“Shit!” He yells, murderous rage overcoming him as he strengthens his Susano’o, readying his Blaze Release. His wife just stands there, motionless. And that is what scares him the most. He doesn’t fucking care at this point. He is absolutely livid. The pupeteer laughs, tsking softly. Sasuke is on the verge of fucking losing it, was for minutes now. “Now, now. We don’t want our precious Sakura-chan to be harmed, do we? Sa-su-ke-kun?”

Nothing readied Sasuke for what was about to happen. Sakura had a kunai ready in her arms, positioning it above her chest. Sasuke’s arms were in both directions: one focused on forming Indra’s arrow; another in Sakura’s direction. Fear could be slowing him down but he would never be able to allow himself such a thing. What an idiot he would be – and yet, nothing could prepare Sasuke for his wife thrusting the kunai he gifted her, that was previously the one he got when he was named, one of his greatest treasures, in her chest – the annimallistic roar that he let out as the puppeteer’s had laid on the ground in the next moment, detached from his body.

Sasuke rose Sakura to himself with Susano’o’s hand, making the thumb of the gigantic warrior press the wound so it woudn’t bleed as much. Sasuke’s sight became blurry with sadness and anger – his artificial left arm discarding the chakra of the disgusting puppeteer – as his right glowed green and repaired the tissue, repairing the ruptured lung, thankfully not her heart, as his warm, big tears, innocent and full of pain as they always were overwhelmed Sakura’s forehead. “Sakura – Sakura! SAKURA LOVE WAKE UP PLEASE!!” Her chakra is coursing healthily, a little bit weak, for his liking, but he will tolerate it. He senses his childs chakra, and he decides that it will be a she. His strong, stubborn and persistent daughter whose life force is strong as his wife’s, because she will get up, she has to or help him God-

Sakura blinks tiredly, as if woken up from a pleasant dream – and Sasuke is crying, so much at that, his crystal tears are coating her face, in this summer heat of the late August they are evaporating quickly, and she feels immediate fear – is her baby all right. “Sakura!” He sighs softly, like the angels do, still slightly sobbing. Sakura is amazed as he tells her not to move. She taught him minimal medical ninjutsu, and yet he was so good at it? Pride surged through her, making her smile, despite flashes of pain that she felt when Sasuke’s numbing techniques faltered a bit.

“Don’t move. Please.” Voice whiny and raspy, he sniffles – and he looks so fucking young. So vulnerable and in need of love and protection her chest hurts viciously. Well. Probably from the stab wound but…

Minutes pass in silence, Sasuke’s tears stopping, but a few occassionally letting themselves out, him being obviously annoyed by it. Sakura no longer feels pain. She is chuckling slightly – noticing Sasuke’s murderous glare and strong, warm chakra. “I think I’m all done, Sasuke-kun.”

“No. You stay down.”

“But you will exaust yourself!” She protests with no use. He retaliates before she even closed her mouth.

“Woman, did I fucking stutter?”

“Hmph.” It’s all glares from then on, on both sides, and then Sasuke passes over her body, her whole body, settling above her womb and spending the most time there, healing every nook and cranny that he finds suspicious or even dislikes, such as bruises and nicks.

“All done.” He looks tired, as if he has run a marathon. Medical ninjutsu always exausts him like nothing.

“Thank you so much, Sasuke-kun.” She doesn’t even get up succesfully as Sasuke tackles her – a strong, hearty hug. His heart beats wildly, as if it will jump out of his chest. “Promise. Promise you won’t… go to missions or put yourself in danger. I hate it even when you’re not pregnant, but please – please. Don’t compromise it like this. Please let me keep you two safe.”

“All right Sasuke. I promise. Furthermore, if this is my last mission, let’s make it a success.” Noting that, she falters when she sees the mangled body of their comrade, as also the beheaded one far forward.

“What-”

“Shougo killed the guy. I couldn’t save him. I would have to choose between you two and I’m not crazy.”

“Ah.” Sakura is filled with so many mixed emotions – impossibly soft and scared at the same time.

“I killed Shougo.” He is completely cold as he states the fact, no remorse or emotion whatsoever lacing his voice. Sakura trembles, looking at the corpses.

“Sakura…” he begins rather softly, changing his demeanor completely, fearing that she is afraid. Of him.

“Sasuke-kun… I know it’s disgusting of me… but I am so happy that you killed that man, oh Lord…”, she is small and compact as he gathers her in his arms, hugging her strongly their hands and arms intwined.

“Let us go home. Let us go to Konoha.”

“Okay, Sasuke-kun.”

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+ chi +

“Nghhh – ahhh! Sasuke – e! Fill me up, oh yes!”

“Shit, Sakura, you are so fucking loud-”

They have been locked in their throes of passion for a few hours now, Sasuke’s stamina a gift from gods. His six months pregnant wife was riding him restlessly, her sex drive higher than ever, rendering Sasuke powerless to say no to her. “Ah! Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke!” Chanting his name over and over, Sakura is in pure bliss, as her husband groans beneath her, bed shaking, headboard slamming against the wall with a scratchy noise – all that spurred Sakura even more. Just as Sasuke grunted, gripping her hips, all while his were pistoning up into hers, restless mouth groaning in pleasure hotly.

“God-fucking-Saku-”

She rises up from his dick, turning on all fours, wiggling her ass for her husband as he palms her tender breasts, grown bigger from the pregnancy, soon to be full of milk to feed their child. “Sasuke… fuck me please?”

Sasuke’s hormons go in an overdrive, and he slams into Sakura as hard as he can without feeling that he is letting his animalistic urges take over. “Yes, yes, yes! Faster, Sasuke-kun, deeper!” She yells without abandon, rutting against him at the same intensity and speed. “Shit, Sakura, calm down!” He pounds harder into her, his wife moaning and squeaking and still begging for more, Sasuke fill me up again she says and he can’t not. Sakura’s shoulders are pretty, marked with hickeys, all over in a line that follows near her ribs and the curvature of her ass is all tender and a few bites are laying upon her fair skin – and she is Sasuke’s – all his, to make love to, kiss, love and fucking appreciate –

“Gonna come, Sasuke-kun! Make me come Sasu-ke!” He reaches to the crook of sweaty and trembling thighs – her sensitive pearl hidden, but not from him. One pinch on it – and she falls apart, spasming around Sasuke beautifully. She screams so loud she nearly busts his eardrums. His brain and cock are close to bursting: Sasuke is thinking how he will get a heart attack from all the pleasure, the pressure on his cock is terrifying by now, his heart is beating or not, he doesn’t know-

He fills her to the brim, and while emptying himself, in the mess of ectasy and passion he ends up biting her shoulder, making her screams pick up in volume, and his thrusting slower but harder. His death grip on her hips doesn’t falter, so it’s inevitable that marks’ll be left. As he rides out his high, he’s careful so he doesn’t slump on his wife, who makes him pull out so she lays on her side, spent.

As soon as they are laying next to each other, breathing heavily, Sasuke asks tenderly, eyes closed, “Are you okay?”

“Mmm. I’m perfect. ”

Her statement is trumpled by the faint scent of blood, mixed with the reek of sex and sweat.

“Sasuke, what-”

Sakura’s interruption is short lived as she is pulled up by Sasuke’s strong arm, albeit still shaky from all of the orgasms he had.

“I hurt you.” Numb, he watches her shoulder, it bears a bleeding mark of his teeth. A path of the red liquid spreads on the lenghth of her back, and he wipes it, angry at himself. Something in his brain snaps – but he is instead encountered with Sakura’s gentle hand, which drives his away from her, settling it on her thigh.

Sneakily, like a vixen she is, whispers, “There’s no pain if I loved it.”

His dick twitches at the comment, her eyes half-open, eyelids fluttering, still caught up in the afterglow. Legs insecure but not shaky, he rises up from the bed, covering the wounds and massaging her briefly.

“As long as you are alright, I’m down with it.”

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+ ase +

They sparred. Well, past tense since Sakura is now too far into pregnancy to think about moving in the direction of the training grounds.

That, and Sasuke’s final words before he left for his mission.

“Sakura, if I hear from Ino or the Dobe that you moved unnecessarily, or you carried something prepa-”

“Prepare for Hell, yeah, we had this talk like, for months now? Please stop Sasuke. Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I will not kick your ass.”

“Hn.”

All of his advances were ignored, and he made sure to torture Kakashi (who obliged the first second he saw the Uchiha’s glare) with numerous, ‘make sure Sakura’s eating’ and ‘make SURE DOBE DOESN’T DISTURB HER’.

Sasuke was satisfied after Kakashi showed no resistance at repeating after him.

Sakura was currently taking a walk up a small hill that remained after Pein’s attack, once again shruddering from the vicious cold. It was whispy, thick air that was nearly cooling her lungs, but she has deflected it by focusing her chakra and balancing it out to keep herself warm properly. The last gifts of late February were yet to be unwrapped, as they were reaching March. And her due date…

In the light of slight overthinking – she starts to sweat, slightly speeding up towards the training grounds, the most pacifist ones. Number 3. What if she ends up being a bad mother? Or something happens to her on a mission? Or to Sasuke? What if somebody tries to get her baby away from her because of their powerful kekkei genkai, if she inherits it?

Sasuke would tell her these are all mundane worries, but then again – Sasuke was taking many A and S ranked missions lately – even in the smaller countries and in ones that had a lot of distance inbetween the Land of Shinobi and itselves. Some people say he even crosses the ocean. And with those sentiments, Sakura can’t help but worry. “Ugh. Of course Sakura. You won’t be even able to move in those sweat soaked clothes you nerve wreck. No chance we are going to get our little guy cold, huh?” Wiping her forehead and tapping her big, coat covered belly she smiles. “I would like you to be my precious, black-haired, black-eyed baby boy. Nevermind what your Papa says, that he senses a girl. I want you to be a strong baby boy this time, hm?” The wind is chuckling merrily, guiding her small hands to her pockets as she readies herself to go down the hill, up Konoha’s busy streets and then back home.

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+ namida +

“I AM NOT HAVING THIS BABY UNTIL SASUKE IS HERE!” Sakura’s cries are becoming more powerful by the minute. Her contractions are becoming akin to the ones that signal that the baby needs to be pushed out right about now. Her body is ripped apart, and she would rather die.

But she has to push her son out.

Nevertheless, the ones who will deliver the baby, Ino and Tsunade, listen to Sakura, Ino squeezing Sakura’s hand which is paler by the minute, and listening in annoyance to Sai and Naruto bickering. “Sakura, dear, I know that your idiot husband is right on the way here, he just needs a little bit more, okay? Now, push, or I will push your teeth out!” The blonde’s words are as passionate as usual. Tsunade is strangely silent, the most gentle one out of the group (Naruto’s loud words of encouragement certainly didn’t help), all while numbing the area of her lower stomach. “Okay, Sakura. Are you ready? Now, one, two, three, push!”

She didn’t know where was light and where was dark – either to differ Ino from Tsunade or voice from void. The overwhelming pressure, no, pain, it was pure pain, searing and hot, as she pushed with all of her strength, just for her son to get out, so she could meet him, so she could see him.

“Aaah!” She screeches, Tsunade, numbing her as much as she could and holding her legs firmly, speaks once more, “Good job, Sakura, just two more times, your pushes are so strong, come on!” Ino holds her head and wipes her sweat, as the pain falters and heightens all at the same time. “Come on, Sakura, the head is out!” Ino’s encouragement spurs the pinkette on as she pushes, stronger than the first time. “One more, one little push, just for the legs, come on!”

As soon as Sakura pushed for the last time, the cry of relief leaving her mouth, Sasuke barged in, and the cry of their child rung through the warm room. His sweaty, tired wife was crying tears of happiness as she saw him, sight blurry, tears happy akin to her smile. His face emits wonder – he looks at Tsunade, who’s smiling gently at him, and Ino’s teeth bared in the gesture as she grins – tears of happiness flowing as she sees her niece. “Congratulations! It’s a girl!” Sasuke’s breath is taken away as he registers his girl, his baby girl is just a few meters away, and his wife is holding her, two people he will always love and protect. He murmurs a silent thank you, to Tsunade, who is taken aback slightly, but drags Ino with her as she leaves the family alone.

“Saku-ra…” he is shaking and trembling as he tries to apologize for not being there in a vital time, but his wife shuts him up. “Look at her! She is exactly as you said! A girl! Uh?”

Small tears breach the stern Uchiha’s eyes, the sight of his baby girl melting him in an instant. Sakura understands, as she passes the small bundle to her husband immediatelly. He kisses his wife’s forehead, overcome with emotions, thanking her and breathing in her scent, of flowers and sweat which calms him instantly. The tears flow periodically now, he notices the small patch of black hair, same as his, and Sakura’s face shape and nose. Breathing deeply, he exclaims silently, like a secret only to him and his wife, “Welcome to the world, Sarada.”