She submits

“Why the fuck should I?” I asked. Looking up from the floor and into his eyes.

“Cmon Naruko, really?” Sasuke scoffs. Looking down at me with an amused look.

“The fucks that supposed to mean?” I snarl at him.

“They’ve never done shit for you. You’ve said it time and time again, we have a bond. I know you better than I know myself. I know how poorly they treat you and how much it hurts, and you’re going to throw me away for them?” He reaches his hand out towards me.

“IM NOT- I’m not the one who threw YOU away! You fucking left, you left the village, you left ME!” I yell out, voice raw with emotion.

“I know. And the second my head was clear, the second the Miasma of my brother was gone from my sight, who’d I come running to?” Sasuke said as he kept moving his hand forward until I could feel it resting against my cheek.

It hurt so much, the things he said made it impossible to block out my feelings for him. “You don’t know me, you don’t know shit bastard.” I sniffled out, resisting the urge to curl her face into his palm.

“I know the reason you always liked Sakura was because you didn’t think you were pretty. That you wanted to be girly like her, that you wanted her help leaning how to walk in pretty shoes, so you asked if she wore High heels and she called you a pervert.” Sasuke chuckled.

“I know you always saw Hinata following you but felt suffocated by her expectations, that you didn’t want people putting you on a pedestal, you just wanted them to need you. That you’d rather have someone trust and rely on you to follow them than wait and expect you to make the calls.” He started to stroke his thumb up and down the whisker lines of my face. I felt a hum or more like a low moan rise up the back of my throat.

“I know that you’ve always wanted a family, just like me. And I know that I want us to fulfill that dream together.” He put his other hand up to the opposite side of my face, tilting my head back to lock eyes with him.

“I want you to be mine. To dress you up as my pretty wife. To fill you and your cousin with babies and make one big loving family together.” I was shocked at the look in his eyes. I’d known Sasuke was crazy for ages, his actions both in the past and recently meant he had to be. And while the look in his eyes did scream madness it was a type I hadn’t see coming.

His gaze was instability personified. Sasuke’s eyes looked like someone’s hands were around an ever exploding paper bomb. Their palms holding the explosion back but every second fluctuating between almost losing control and reeling it in. His eyes shone with desire and need and it was directed towards me. He needed me, in his own twisted way he loved me. Just like I loved him.

“Fine, you win.” I said, closing my eyes in resignation.

Without wasting a second his face crashed into mine and he began to devour my lips with a starved hunger and a devout worship. God, his mouth felt so alive and aggressive. He kept one hand on my chin, locking me in place, and his other hand had palmed the seal, burning with chakra before he slammed it into my pelvis. The heat rushed through me like oh so painful and pleasurable molten iron, the streams of hot energy flowing up through my core, back into my spine and then rushing into my head. It suffused me and soaked me with a feeling that I couldn’t help but describe as being uniquely him. The tag faded out, falling to the ground with it’s job complete. He held me to his face and kept kissing me as the brand cooled down into a small burn scar in the shape of an Uchiha fan with a three tomo sharingan in the center, it was there right above my pussy. Branding me as his forever.