kairi-chan:

Title: I’ll Show You Fun

Rating: T

Genre: Humor 

A/N: Written for SasuSaku Month 2018 D4: Burn. 

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“Sakura, I’m gonna come.”

“Not yet, Sasuke-kun! We’re just getting started here!”

Sasuke’s grip tightened, the metal casing of his phone creaking under his grip. “You said you would be done in an hour. It’s getting late.”

His wife released an exasperated sigh. “Oh, come on. What are you, my father? It’s a bachelorette party, darling. You know these things don’t end until Hanabi’s passed out drunk.”

He kept his lips tight shut for a moment. Right. It was Hanabi’s bachelorette party. She and Sakura had grown considerably close with the heiress over the years, but surely her absence wouldn’t be missed as much, right? Sasuke had just returned home from a mission and all he wanted to do was cuddle up and have his wife all to himself. Sasuke opened his mouth to speak, but then there was a commotion going on at Sakura’s end. Sasuke could hear incoherent shouting, and shrill shrieks. He had to pull the phone away from his ear lest he wanted to be deaf.

“Oh, the stripper’s here.” The excitement was all too apparent in her voice, and it took every ounce of his self restraint not to crush his phone. “I gotta go, Sasuke-kun. Don’t wait up for me.”

Don’t wait up for me? He repeated in his head incredulously. Before he could speak, Sakura had ended the call.

The image of a macho man slicked with oil and wearing nothing but speedos coming near his wife made his charka flare, his whole body burning with righteous fury. No one was allowed to touch his wife—no one but him.

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Sasuke wore his scariest Angry Husband face and crossed his arms across his chest. Sakura was laughing loudly, cheeks flushed and green eyes glittering with mirth. She looked his way and casted him a wide grin that rivaled the sun. His glare faltered for a bit—because hot damn, how can it not when she was looking at him that way? Quickly, he recovered and placed his angry face back on, to which she threw her head back and laughed. Sasuke glided towards her and spoke in a low, yet menacing tone. “Sakura. We’re leaving.”

She jutted out her lower lip and batted her long eye lashes at him. “Just a few more minutes? Pretty please?”

It was his turn to pout, to which she giggled. “You’re cute when you sulk.”

“Hn.” He made a move to hold her hand, but she dodged his advances.
“Not tonight, darling. I want to have fun!”

A wide smirk spread on his face, and in one fell swoop, he scooped Sakura up over his shoulder. She shrieked, and complained, but ultimately found herself laughing when she heard him say, “Oh you want to have fun? I’ll show you fun.”

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A/N: Dodged! Love you, @ss-tyytyy 😘

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pain-somnia:

ssm day 4: burn

SasuSaku Month Day 04

Title: Cigarette Scars

Prompt: Burn

Rating: M

Disclaimer

Day’s Notes: a yakuza au fic inspired by saradacchi’s pull the trigger au. TW: mentions of self harm

Tracing her finger around the bumps with a barely there touch, Sakura was left to wonder yet again where he got the wounds.

What did it say about her that their relationship was already physical but she didn’t feel like some questions could be asked?

Sasuke never flinched when she brushed against the old scars. Never startled out of loving her when she bit into his forearms with her nails, leaving crescent shaped reminders of where she’s been, of where he’s been.

He probably does it himself, she mused as he tucked himself back into his boxer briefs and pulled the covers up over her shoulders.

What mess has this beautiful boy━beautiful man━become from what he’s seen?

“I should go,” he whispered, pressing a kiss on Sakura’s temple. “Before Tsunade comes back.”

Sakura watched as he slipped on his clothing as quietly as possible. He slipped his switchblade into his back pocket and tucked his Browning into his torso holster before slipping on his bomber jacket. Fully clothed he could pass for a random first year university student.

Maybe if he were born into a different family he would have been one.

But then maybe they would have never met.

.

.

“Not very subtle are you?” Sasuke muttered as Sakura lit up his cigarette.

She was taking a break from crooning out the sultry love ballads the patrons filed into the lounge for. That and the tables for cards in the back.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

She grinned at him slyly and tilted her head in a way that caused her ringlets to sway prettily around her head.

“Tsunade is going to find out if you keep eye fucking me from across the bar.”

“You’re not so subtle either, y’know?” Sakura cracked into the dialect that Tsunade strained to teach out of her.

But once a street urchin always a street urchin. No matter how pretty the clothes she wore now, she couldn’t forget the hunger and the cold. Nor the fear that what she so willingly gave to Sasuke would have been stolen from her.

“I have another song to sing for the night.”

“Maybe this time, you don’t look right at me,” Sasuke whispered, leaning in so his hair brushed against her cheek, silkier than one would expect.

Sakura turned away haughtily, shaking her curls around her head. She refused to let him see the pink of her face as heat bloomed across her cheeks.

.

.

Sakura was rubbing soothing circles with her thumbs on a burn mark she hadn’t seen before when Sasuke groaned awake.

“Mama ‘Nade stitched you up good, huh?”

Sakura smiled softly and leaned against the couch, adjusting her body to relieve the pressure on her knees. It had been a few hours but she hadn’t left Sasuke’s side. She almost fell asleep, right on the floor.

“Bringing Shisui all of those nights so he could lie on this couch,” Sasuke winced as a spasm of pain shot through him, “I never actually thought I would be the one on this couch.”

“How d’ya get stabbed?”

“Sorry I missed your set.”

Sakura frowned. He was always avoiding questions about work.

“You can tell me y’know. No judgements. Not from me.”

“You may be a sparrow but I’m not talking shop with you. I don’t want to be just that with you,” Sasuke mumbled. “You may be one of Madara’s little birds but you’re my Sakura.”

Continuing rubbing the newest cigarette burn, Sakura leaned her head against his thigh.

“You’re going to have to talk one day,” she whispered. “And I hope it’s with me.”

Sasuke closed his eyes and Sakura was ready to get up and leave. Their relationship wasn’t going anywhere it seemed.

“Later. Lemme sleep for now. You’re being annoying.”

“What!?”

“I’m trying to sleep.”

“You better rest well ‘cause we’re gonna talk a lot.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Sakura shifted her body and kept rubbing her soothing patterns, sliding the pads of her fingertips along Sasuke’s smooth skin and the scars.

There was so much she needed to ask her beautiful boy━beautiful man.

Later.

mimi-love-4ever:

SasuSaku Month 2018 – Day 2: Side by Side
Rating: T
A/N: A day late, but it’s up now. Thank you for reading and hope you like it! Day 1 here.

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He had loved many people, before.

His loving mother, with her caring gestures and encouraging words. His older brother, who sacrificed everything to protect him regardless of the consequences. His father, though their relationship had been complicated, pushed him to become strong. His aunts and uncles and cousins. People he saw and interacted with every day. It was because he had loved all those people that had led him to seek revenge against his brother and then again once he learned the truth about Itachi’s sacrifice.

The first time he realized that he once again managed to love, he grew angry. After all was said and done, he felt like he was betraying his mother, father and Itachi. Slowly the anger and betrayal faded away and he grew terrified. The people he cared about had a habit of ending up dead, some by his own hand.

Naruto had almost died countless times because of him. Yet the brat always managed to come out on top and teach him a lesson. Time and time again, Naruto would swear that no matter what he did, he would always have people who would care about him.

With time, he grew to accept the jinchuriki’s words and a small part of him felt satisfied. He traveled and came to terms with his feelings. He came to accept most of what he had done and tentatively began to put that in the past. Before he knew it, his thoughts turned towards his female teammate. The girl who was so ready to join him for the second time on his journey. No questions asked.

By the time he realized it, she was all he could think about. He thought of her vibrant emerald eyes and how they shined like the sun whenever she was happy. Or how they twinkled with mischief. Even how they shimmered with tears, most of the time because of him. He was convinced he’d made her cry more times than smile and still she cared for him. The selfish part of him was glad. Glad that he was the only one in her heart.

At least, that’s what he hoped. 

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