Chapter 1: Sound and Skin
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The internet called him a provocateur.
That wasn’t the term Naruto would’ve used for himself. He liked conversation-starter, maybe even loud-mouthed asshole with a mic on his more self-deprecating days. But provocateur? Meh. Whatever… he’d take it.
His podcast, “Humanity’s Truth”, had begun as a side project when he was eighteen: something he did on cheap equipment in the corner of his cramped studio apartment, high on caffeine and anger at the world. Now, five years later, it had grown into a media beast. There were sponsors now. Cameras. Professional editing. A Patreon with hundreds of thousands of paid subscribers and a regular upload schedule he actually stuck to. His voice reached millions.
The subject matter never softened.
If anything, the blonde leaned harder into the taboo.
“Omegas doing sex work isn’t the downfall of society,” he said, fingers wrapped around a ceramic mug of bitter coffee. “It’s the system we’ve all agreed to swallow without chewing. That’s what’s rotting us from the inside out.”
A pause.
“I’m not here to glamorize it. I’m not here to shame it either. But what I will say is this: if an omega has to sell their body to save their lives, the problem isn’t them. The problem is the world that made that the best option.”
The blinking red light on the recording camera held steady. The producer behind the glass gave him a thumbs-up, but he wasn’t watching. He was in it. Tunnel vision. Fire in his chest, words on his tongue like gasoline.
“And for all the alphas out there who love to jack off to these people and then turn around and say they’re not worth respect—fuck you. You don’t deserve access to pleasure if you don’t even know how to treat someone with humanity.”
He let the silence sit. It always made the words heavier.
Naruto ran a hand through his hair and exhaled sharply into the mic. “That’s all for today. Be kind. Don’t be stupid. I’m Naruto Uzumaki, and this is Humanity’s Truth.”
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The alpha didn’t go straight home after work.
Instead, he walked.
It was late, and the air was thick with the scent of street food and wet pavement. Summer had finally relented, the breeze cooler now, curling into the collar of his hoodie. He liked this time of night. It was when the city stopped pretending to be functional. The cracks showed, and everyone just… existed. Unfiltered.
Sometimes he watched people. Not in a creepy way, but the way someone might listen to music with the volume low. A tired-looking omega dragging a suitcase. A teenager trying to get a vape to work. An older couple waiting for the crosswalk light to change, their fingers barely touching.
There was something comforting about the mundanity.
He went home eventually, ordered takeout he didn’t really want, then ended up on the couch with his phone in hand and the TV playing some mindless rerun in the background. It was barely past ten.
He hadn’t intended to jerk off.
But loneliness had a way of creeping in when the lights dimmed and the food got cold.
Scrolling. Clicking. Skimming thumbnails.
He wasn’t looking for anything specific. Just something to get him started.
And then he saw it.
The thumbnail was simple: a glimpse of pale, sculpted hips lit by warm, soft light. A hand pressing down just between their legs, long fingers spread. The omega’s scent didn’t translate through a screen, but something about the stillness of the frame made Naruto stop.
The username was forgettable. The title even more so.
And when he clicked play—
Gods.
The omega didn’t speak.
Didn’t show his face.
Just slow, languid movements that were almost artful. Every motion deliberate, sensual without being over-the-top. The camera angle never pandered. It didn’t need to.
The man’s throat went dry. His pants tightened. He watched the entire two-minute clip in a trance, then without thinking, paid for the full-length version.
By the end, his orgasm hit him harder than it had in years.
It wasn’t just about how hot the video was.
It was the feeling in it. The tension just beneath the skin. The silence, like the omega had no one to speak to. Like he was doing this not for performance…but for survival.
Naruto sat back, panting, arm limp at his side, and whispered, “Who the hell are you…”
He clicked the follow button.
Then the tip button.
He scrolled through every single post on the profile.
And just like that, he was hooked.
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Across the city, Sasuke Uchiha leaned over the kitchen sink, silently swaying a fussy two-year-old in one arm while the other held a bottle under hot water.
“Almost done, baby,” he murmured, kissing the side of his son’s soft hair.
Sota sniffled, clutching his small fists in Sasuke’s shirt collar, clearly too tired to argue anymore but not tired enough to sleep without a fuss. It had been one of those days.
Crayons on the floor. A tantrum in the middle of the grocery store over strawberries. He’d only gotten one hour of uninterrupted work done, and he still had to film tonight’s content before the algorithm punished him again.
But none of that mattered right now.
Not when Sota was rubbing his eyes with the back of one hand, yawning like a kitten and curling into him with complete trust.
The raven-head held him tighter.
His apartment wasn’t lavish, but it was comfortable. Clean lines. A neutral palette. Large windows that let in real light, not the flickering fluorescent buzz he’d lived under in shelters before. The OnlyFans money…while a source of constant shame and internal conflict, had given him this. A safe place. A bathtub his baby loved. Groceries. Stability.
Even if it meant peeling himself bare for strangers.
Sota eventually fell asleep after half a bottle, cheeks slack, mouth parted in that deeply toddler way that turned Sasuke’s chest to mush. He tucked him into the crib in the boy’s bedroom and stood there for a moment, just watching.
“Mama’s gonna make it all worth it, Sota. I promise.”
And he meant it with everything in him.
Even if it meant pressing record when all he wanted to do was cry.
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He filmed in the spare room that he transformed into his studio.
The lights were already set up: soft, diffused lamps that warmed the space and made his pale skin glow. The sheets were clean. His setup was minimal: a single tripod, angled carefully. The camera never tilted up above his collarbones. Never captured his face. That was the rule.
The anonymity made him feel in control.
Tonight, he wore black lace: thin, barely there. His heat had passed weeks ago, but he was good at faking arousal when he needed to. It wasn’t about getting off, anyway. It was about selling the fantasy.
He lay back against the pillows, eyes focused not on the camera, but on the space just above it…where his own reflection was hidden in the dark.
He hit record.
And for the next twenty minutes, the omega played a role.
His hands skimmed his body with practiced precision. He arched when he needed to. Parted his legs at the perfect angle. Let his breath hitch, mouth part, fingers sinking into his hole. He knew how to pace it…how to make his viewers wait, how to build tension until release was inevitable.
By the end, he was panting for real.
Not from pleasure.
But from exhaustion.
He turned off the camera. Didn’t bother to check the footage. He never watched them back.
Instead, the omega sat up slowly, the cold air kissing his skin like judgment. He peeled the lace off his legs and reached for his sweatpants.
Then he checked the tip notifications.
One caught his eye.
Uzumaki10 had sent him $200 with a message:
“I don’t know who you are, but your content feels real. Like… deeper than just lust. Be safe. Be kind to yourself. Someone out here is rooting for you.”
Sasuke blinked at the screen, heart thudding oddly.
He didn’t respond.
He never did.
But he reread it twice before closing the app.
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Somewhere on the other side of the city, the alpha stared at his screen with his heart full of a strange ache.
He didn’t know what it was yet.
Didn’t know that the omega he’d just spent the last hour fantasizing about was asleep in a modest apartment with his son curled up nearby. Didn’t know that his tip had made that omega smile for the first time in days.
Didn’t know that the voice he would one day fall in love with had already whispered “thank you” in the dark…barely loud enough for even himself to hear.
All Naruto knew was that for the first time in a long time… he didn’t feel like absolute shit.
And neither did Sasuke.
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Chapter 2: Message Received
Notes:
Just as a little side note…I will not be including any chapter summary since the chapters are quite short.
Hope that is understandable <3
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Naruto wasn’t the type to obsess.
At least, that’s what he told himself.
He had a tight schedule, a long to-do list, and a successful media brand to maintain. He didn’t have the luxury of fixating on strangers behind anonymous profiles. He didn’t fall into parasocial holes like the rest of the internet. His therapist would’ve nodded in proud agreement, if only it were true.
But after last night?
After that video?
The alpha couldn’t stop thinking about him.
The way the omega moved, how he didn’t speak but somehow said so much. There was tension in the way he touched himself, like it was a job, like he knew exactly what he was worth…and what it cost. The silence, especially, lingered in Naruto’s mind. Not cold, not detached…just tired. Like someone who’d been carrying a weight for far too long, and still kept walking anyway.
And that body…
God. The way his pale skin caught the soft gold of artificial light. The slow drag of lace down slender thighs. The arch of his back. Not exaggerated. Not just performative.
But also real.
Alive.
Vulnerable in a way the man hadn’t expected.
He’d gone to bed still half-hard, unsatisfied despite climaxing, because the feeling had bled too easily into something else…something not so easily released with a fist and a breathless curse.
And when he woke the next morning, Naruto did what he hadn’t done for any content creator, ever.
He opened the app again.
Clicked on the message icon.
And started typing.
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Uzumaki10: Hey. I know you probably don’t read these, and I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t. But I just wanted to say… your work is incredible. Like, beyond just sexy. It’s vulnerable. Honest. You move like someone who’s giving something real, even through a screen. I know that sounds weird, maybe, coming from a random stranger online. But I mean it. I don’t know your story, but I do know this: you’ve made someone’s night better just by being you. Stay safe, okay? And thank you for sharing what you do. You’re… seen. Even if you don’t want to be.
He stared at the message for a long time before hitting send.
Then tipped another $200 with no comment attached. Just quiet support, sent through glowing pixels.
The blonde left the app open, the message sitting there like a fragile thing, half-expecting it to disappear into the void, unread, like so many DMs on the internet. That was fine.
He hadn’t expected a reply.
He’d just wanted the omega…whoever he was, to know someone gave a damn.
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Sasuke had barely gotten five hours of sleep.
Sota had woken up crying from a dream at 2:40 a.m. and clung to him like a barnacle. He didn’t complain. Just held his son close, rubbed his back, and whispered soft nothings until the little boy’s breath slowed and sleep took him again.
Now, the morning light slanted through the blinds, golden and unwelcome. The raven-head sat on the edge of the bed, cradling a cup of black coffee, eyelids heavy, shirtless. His body ached from the position he’d filmed in. He hadn’t even checked the video yet.
He should’ve been resting. Or doing laundry. Or prepping Sota’s lunch.
But he sat there, half-lost, scrolling through the notifications on his OnlyFans instead. Most were the usual: the thirst messages, the emoji-laden compliments, the perverse “would love to knot you” comments he never dignified with a response.
Then he saw the username again.
Uzumaki10.
The tip notification came first: $200. No message.
Then the DM, sitting bold and unopened.
Sasuke blinked, thumb hovering over the message icon.
He didn’t open DMs. Not really. Not unless someone was tipping a ridiculous amount, and even then he barely skimmed.
But something about the preview text gave him pause.
“I just wanted to say… your work is incredible.”
Not sexual.
Not demanding.
Just… words.
He tapped.
And read.
Once.
Then again.
A strange pressure bloomed behind his ribcage, tight and unfamiliar. It wasn’t arousal. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t even shame, which was the usual post-recording cocktail that curdled in his stomach.
It was warmth.
Quiet.
Steady.
Like sunlight on skin that hadn’t felt it in a long, long time.
He tapped the keyboard slowly, fingers hesitating above the letters. Every instinct told him don’t. This was dangerous. Letting anyone through the wall he’d built, even a single crack…was a risk.
But… But this was different.
This didn’t feel like exploitation.
It felt like grace.
So for the first time since he’d started the account, Sasuke typed a message back.
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AnonymousOmega: Thank you. I don’t usually respond to messages, but…I needed to read this today. I’ve been doing this for a while now, and sometimes it’s hard to remember why.
You reminded me that maybe it’s not all for nothing. So… thank you. I hope you’re taking care of yourself, too.
He stared at the send button.
Then, heart hammering softly in his chest, he hit send.
And sat back, exhaling like he’d just dropped a brick from his shoulders.
He’d only meant to respond with a sentence or two. But the moment he started typing, the words had spilled out of him like water from a cracked dam.
Just knowing someone had looked past the surface: past the sex, the soft moans, the curated seduction…and had seen something more?
It did something to him.
Made him feel less like a body.
More like a person.
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Naruto got the notification while in the middle of recording a Patreon Q&A.
His phone lit up once. Then again.
He paused mid-answer, blinking.
“Sorry,” he said into the mic, distracted. “Give me one sec, folks.”
He muted the track, took a breath, and picked up his phone.
And there it was.
AnonymousOmega replied to your message.
His thumb trembled slightly as he tapped.
By the time he finished reading the message, his mouth was dry.
He reread it three times, warmth blooming in his chest like a rising tide.
Holy fuck.
He responded, fingers flying before he could talk himself out of it.
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Uzumaki10: I’m really glad you wrote back. I wasn’t expecting you to, and honestly, that makes this mean even more. I’m sure it gets exhausting…putting yourself out there like that. I’ve been in media for a while, and it’s different, sure, but there’s overlap. People thinking they own you just because they see you. But you’re not just a body. There’s so much intention in the way you move. It’s like watching someone fight and surrender at the same time. You make people feel something. That’s rare. So yeah… you matter. Just wanted to say it again.
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Sasuke didn’t respond right away.
He sat at the tiny kitchen table while Sota ate mashed bananas with a spoon far too big for his hand. The toddler’s mouth was a sticky mess, cheeks puffed and content.
“Mama,” he mumbled mid-bite. “Banana ish yummy.”
The raven-head smiled despite himself, reaching over to gently wipe his chin.
“Yeah?” he said softly. “Mama made it special for you.”
Sota giggled and clapped his hands together, mush flying.
The sound pulled him back to the present.
He looked at his phone again. Read Naruto’s new message.
And this time, he didn’t fight the warmth that came with it.
He let it sit in his chest. Let it melt some of the armor he’d worn so long it had begun to feel like skin.
He didn’t reply this time.
Not yet.
But he didn’t delete the chat, either.
And later that night, when Sota was asleep and the dishes were done, Sasuke sat on the bed and filmed something softer than usual.
No lace.
No poses.
Just naked skin and sheets and breath.
He didn’t force moans. Didn’t fake a climax.
Just showed touch. The kind that could’ve been for someone else… or for himself.
And when he uploaded it, he tagged it simply:
“Something softer. For the ones who see.”
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The alpha got the notification two minutes after it posted.
He watched the video in silence, mouth slightly parted, heart too full to understand.
He didn’t touch himself this time.
He didn’t have to.
What the omega gave him… was already enough.
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And somewhere, across a city full of broken things, two people: both lonely in their own way…sat in the quiet, thinking of each others messages:
“You matter.”
“You remind me it’s not all for nothing.”
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Notes:
Next two chapters will be out hopefully tomorrow so please look forward to it.
[btw this fic is inspired by a comment idea from the user: (Kingyellow1994)
With Love,
mixciii~
Chapter 3: Recognition
Summary:
Naruto talks fully on the topic about Omegas doing sex work and Sasuke finds his podcast mistakenly and recognizes it is the same Uzumaki10.
This leads them to get a tiny bit closer.
[I have decided to write chapter summary, however I am not sure I will write for all the chapters.]
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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The room was quiet, but not silent.
Soft hums of electronics filled the background: the fridge in the next room, the low buzz of the mixing board, the quiet flicker of the computer screen waiting to record. Naruto sat with one elbow on the desk, mug of now-cold coffee forgotten beside him, eyes on the soft glow of the red light that told him the mic was live.
“Welcome back to Humanity’s Truth,” he began, voice low, steady.
It always started like this.
Barely any music. No overblown intros. Just him and the raw truth, pouring out into a mic that reached millions who were starved for something real.
“Today’s topic,” he continued, leaning slightly forward, “is something I’ve been sitting on for a while. Something that I’ve briefly skimmed through…not because I was scared to talk about it…hell, that’s never stopped me before, but because I didn’t want to say it until I had the right words.”
He paused, lips tight for a moment, then exhaled slowly.
“Sex work.”
A beat of silence passed.
He didn’t need to shock his audience. Most of them came here knowing the kind of conversations Naruto brought to the table. But this topic… this one was different. It wasn’t just a hot take. It was personal.
He clicked the pen in his hand once. Twice. Then let it fall and turned fully to the mic.
“Let’s start here: sex work is real work,” he said simply. “And for omegas especially, it’s often survival. Not luxury. Not glamor. Not a choice made with a dozen options on the table. It’s about feeding themselves. Feeding their kids. Keeping a roof over their head because the job market says ‘no’ the second it sniffs your scent and sees an omega…especially unmated ones, trying to earn on their own.”
The air felt thicker now. Heavy with truth.
“And you know what? I support them. Every god damn one of them. Not with judgment, not with sleazy comments, not with some savior complex…but with words of encouragement and money. With real currency. Because support without substance is just empty applause. And if you can afford to jerk off to someone’s pain-turned-performance, the least you can do is tip them well.”
He ran a hand through his hair, frustration simmering just under his voice.
“Omegas get branded by the world before they even hit puberty. They’re either delicate little dolls to be owned or disposable holes when they fight back. You know how many omegas I’ve interviewed off-mic…who won’t even come on because they’re scared of backlash from ex-bondmates or court orders?”
His hands tightened into fists, unseen.
“Too fucking many.”
Another pause.
When the blonde spoke again, his voice had softened…still firm, but low. Intimate.
“To any omega listening right now who’s done what they had to do… I see you. You deserve safety. You deserve peace. You’re not less than. If there is anyone who needs help, please reach out to me. And if an alpha or beta tells you otherwise, send them my way.”
He ended the episode there.
No outro.
Just silence.
It was enough.
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The podcast uploaded within the hour.
Naruto didn’t stick around to obsess over the analytics like he usually did. Instead, he left the studio with his phone tucked into his back pocket and the collar of his hoodie pulled up to shield his face from the cool breeze. He walked to the bookstore a few blocks down, grabbed a tea he wouldn’t drink, and let himself fade into the crowd for a while.
Even when he spoke loudly for the mic, the alpha didn’t always feel seen. And some days, he liked it that way.
But somewhere, miles across the city, his voice was already reaching someone who had been unknowingly waiting to hear it.
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Sasuke hadn’t planned on listening to a podcast that day.
It had been a quiet morning, surprisingly. Sota had gone down for his afternoon nap without a fight, the groceries were stocked, and his latest video had already been uploaded the night before. For once, he had time to just… sit.
A rare, impossible moment of peace.
The omega nestled into the couch, a blanket thrown over his lap, tablet in hand, aimlessly browsing through suggestions on a streaming platform. He almost didn’t notice the podcast tab until a thumbnail caught his eye.
A black square.
White serif font.
[“Humanity’s Truth – Ep. 296: Sex Work and the System.”]
His heart stalled.
The name below it was what sent a jolt through him.
Naruto Uzumaki.
Sasuke blinked.
Uzumaki.
It couldn’t be.
There was no profile picture, no bio visible…but Sasuke’s mind immediately went to the screen name from OnlyFans.
Uzumaki10.
He’d tipped twice. Sent messages. Been nothing but kind.
And now… this?
Curiosity bloomed into something deeper.
He hit play.
The voice that filled the room was unimaginable. Warm. Commanding without aggression. Frustrated but rooted in something tender. Something righteous.
And the words—
Sasuke didn’t breathe for the first few minutes.
Every line hit like a strike to the ribs.
He wasn’t used to alphas talking like that. At all. Not about omegas. Not about sex work. Not without that quiet, insidious smirk underneath the praise, like they knew they still had the upper hand. But Naruto spoke like someone who had seen it. Like someone who had listened…truly listened…to omegas and hadn’t tried to “fix” them or own their stories.
He just told the truth.
And something about that left the raven-head shaken.
By the time the episode ended, Sasuke was clutching the tablet against his chest, heart too full, lungs tight. He didn’t know what to do with the feeling sitting in his throat.
Then…almost without thought, he picked up his phone and opened the app.
The chat was still there.
He stared at it for a long moment.
Then typed.
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AnonymousOmega: I found your podcast today. I didn’t know it was you until I saw your name… and even then, I wasn’t sure. But now that I’ve heard your words... i know it’s you. I just finished your latest episode. I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone speak about omegas like that. Not as victims. Not as bodies. But as people. Thank you for saying what most alphas wouldn’t even think. Your words… they were raw. And warm. And real. I’m grateful. Truly. Also…as much as I know your face and name…I wish to give you my name at least. It’s Sasuke…Uchiha Sasuke.
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Naruto received the message while seated in the bookstore, sipping his tea.
He nearly dropped his phone.
The man’s heart gave one solid thump in his chest before he smiled: genuinely, wide, unable to help it. There was no mistaking who the sender was. The username, the timing, the message itself.
The anonymous omega who haunted his thoughts… had reached out to him.
He leaned forward, chest resting against the table with fingers flying over the keys.
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Uzumaki10: You found it. Wow. Honestly, I wasn’t sure you’d ever connect the dots. Not that I was hiding it…I just figured you wouldn’t care enough to look. But the fact that you listened… and that it meant something to you…That means the world. I talk a lot of shit into a mic, but it’s messages like this that make it worth it. So thank you. Any time you wanna talk about the real stuff, I’m here. No pressure. Just space.
Also…your name is beautiful :)
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AnonymousOmega: I might take you up on that. Talking, I mean. Sometimes I forget what it feels like… To just be allowed to speak. Without it costing me something.
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The alpha read the message twice.
Then a third time.
And his chest ached.
He responded carefully, thoughtfully.
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Uzumaki10: You don’t owe me anything. Not your body. Not your voice. Not your past. But if you ever want to talk…You’ve got someone who’ll listen. Always.
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It was the beginning of something soft.
The raven-head didn’t respond with full paragraphs after that. But he responded more often. Sometimes only a sentence. Sometimes just a heart emoji to acknowledge a message Naruto sent.
But it was something.
And it began to bloom, slow and quiet, like a flower opening in the dark.
The alpha never pushed.
He sent funny voice notes. Shared behind-the-scenes frustrations about production or his allergy to shrimp. He never asked for more videos. Never asked what Sasuke looked like.
Instead, he sent memes at midnight.
Talked about his favorite ramen place.
Shared pictures of his cat: who, apparently, liked to sit on the mic when he was trying to record.
The omega found himself smiling at his phone more often than he’d admit.
It was strange.
To be known…not as a fantasy, but as a person.
To laugh with someone again. Even through a screen.
Even in fragments.
And in the quiet moments between naps and banana-sticky hands, Sasuke caught himself replaying the alpha’s voice in his mind.
Not the podcast version.
The version that whispered, “You don’t owe me anything.” in one of his voice notes again.
The one that sounded like something steady.
Like maybe…not everything in this world had to be taken to be worth something.
Maybe, just maybe, some things could be given.
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Notes:
We are getting some growth between the two. I want to note that their love is NOT a slow burn in terms of reading.
Let’s head to the next chapter :)
With Love,
mixciii~
Chapter 4: A Voice in the Dark
Summary:
Sasuke sends his first voice message to the alpha where he opens up about himself.
Naruto feels blessed to be trusted with that information.
From then on…they grow closer than before.
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It began with little things.
A good morning text.
A meme sent at 11:43 p.m. that made Sasuke laugh into the quiet hush of his bedroom.
A question about favorite movie genres that somehow turned into a two-hour exchange about why romcoms weren’t just “guilty pleasures” but actual windows into human connection.
They didn’t talk all day, every day.
But almost every few days a week.
A kind of quiet thread had woven itself between them. One made not of fire or urgency, but something steadier. Familiar. Gentle. The omega didn’t realize how much he looked forward to Naruto’s messages until he found himself checking his phone before bed, eyes scanning for that now-familiar username.
Uzumaki10.
Even now, he couldn’t say the alpha’s name without a little warmth settling behind his sternum. The way the man typed: blunt but thoughtful. His humor, unfiltered but never cruel. His rants, which often included far too many exclamation points and occasional voice notes with him sighing dramatically into the mic about the “absolute bullshit of today’s society, Sasuke, I swear to God—”
The raven-head had never responded with a voice note.
Until now.
It was past 1 a.m. The apartment was still, lights dimmed. Sota had been asleep for an hour now, one tiny hand curled around a plush fox. He was lying on the couch, phone resting on his chest, a half-finished text blinking on the screen. His thumb hovered over the message bar.
He wasn’t sure what possessed him to press the mic button.
But something in him needed to be heard.
Not typed.
Heard.
The recording started with silence. Sasuke’s breath, barely audible. A faint exhale.
Then, softly: “Um… hi.”
He paused.
God, his voice sounded too soft, even to his own ears.
Still, he continued, whisper-light: “I figured it was unfair that I’ve heard you talk so much and you’ve never heard me. So… this is me. My voice. Just… wanted to say thank you. For being kind. And patient. And just… not an asshole. Which is rare for alphas.”
He chuckled faintly. It didn’t last long.
Another pause.
And then, even softer: “I’ve been meaning to tell you something… I don’t usually talk about it, not online at least. But I think I trust you.”
“I have a son. He’s two. His name is Sota.”
Another breath.
“I’m unmated. Always have been. It’s just him and I.”
He hesitated. Then hit send before he could change his mind.
The message was on the screen, staring at him intently.
And Sasuke, stunned by the sudden vulnerability of what he’d done, tossed the phone onto the couch and pressed a hand over his eyes.
What the hell was he thinking?
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Naruto was getting ready for bed when the notification buzzed.
He was brushing his teeth, shirtless, headphones in, pacing absently around the bedroom while an old funk playlist played quietly in the background. He almost missed the sound. Almost didn’t check the phone at all.
But then he saw the waveform.
And the timestamp.
And his heart flipped.
[Voice Message – 00:32]
He didn’t even sit down. Just stood there, suddenly very still, and pressed play.
The moment Sasuke’s voice filled his ear, the rest of the world seemed to quiet.
He froze.
It was soft.
Not breathy in the performative way so many omegas were taught to be. Not coy or polished or purring.
Just… real.
Delicate, yes, but not weak.
There was a quiet strength threaded through it. A sincerity that made the blonde’s throat tighten. And when the other mentioned his son and being unmated…Naruto found himself gripping the edge of the bathroom counter, completely still, jaw slack.
He listened to the message twice.
Three times.
By the end of the third playthrough, his heart was beating too loud to hear the music anymore. He shut it off, sat down on the edge of the bed, and held the phone in both hands like it might vanish.
He didn’t respond right away.
Because the moment deserved more.
Not fast words.
But real ones.
So he recorded, just like Sasuke had.
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Uzumaki10: “Hey… wow.”
A short laugh. Soft, breathless.
“Your voice is… beautiful. And I don’t mean, like, performatively. I mean it sounds like you. Which, I guess, is all I’ve ever really wanted to hear.”
“Thank you. For trusting me. That probably wasn’t easy. And I want you to know I don’t take it lightly. Not one bit.”
There was a long pause. His tone shifted: gentler now, tinged with a warmth that wasn’t flirtation. Just care.
“Sota, huh? That’s a nice name. You must be doing an incredible job. I can’t imagine how hard that must be, doing it all alone. But from everything I’ve seen of you, heard from you… I know he’s got a good parent.”
“You’re allowed to be tired. You’re allowed to not have all the answers. But if there’s ever anything I can do… anything… I hope you’ll let me.”
“Not because I pity you. But because I respect the hell out of you. And because you deserve softness too.”
He hit send before he could overthink it.
Then let the silence settle around him like a heavy quilt.
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The omega didn’t respond that night.
Not with a message.
But when he woke the next morning, he saw the audio clip waiting for him…and he listened to it twice while Sota snored softly beside him, little fists curled around the edge of the blanket.
Naruto’s voice was lower in this one. Not the energetic podcast voice. Not even the joking one from earlier messages. Just a quiet, honest tone that Sasuke could feel in his chest more than in his ears.
And the words…
They didn’t make him cry.
But they did make him sit still for a long time, hand resting over Sota’s back, heart soft.
He hadn’t expected the alpha to respond like that.
Not with reverence. Not with that quiet awe in his voice. Not like hearing about Sota made him admire Sasuke more…not less.
It scared him.
And it comforted him.
Which only scared him more.
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They began messaging daily after that.
Short check-ins. Good morning notes. Little updates about their days. Naruto would send pictures of ridiculous podcast merch his followers mailed him (“someone knitted me a mic cozy, Sasuke…look at this madness”), and he would reply with blurry and faceless photos of Sota coloring on the wall with a crayon (“guess what I didn’t want to clean today”).
It was strange.
The way something so tender could exist between two people who had never even met.
It felt like… coming in from the cold.
For Sasuke, it was like stepping into a room he’d never allowed himself to imagine before. One where an alpha didn’t demand, didn’t intrude, didn’t try to fix or own or conquer.
Just sat with him.
Listened.
Offered space.
Sometimes, the raven-head would find himself reaching for his phone the moment Sota was asleep. Sometimes he wanted to share something…something small, like the way his son had tried to put socks on his hands that morning and declared himself a “wock monser” (Sock Monster). Other times, he just wanted to hear Naruto’s voice again.
Because hearing it reminded him he wasn’t alone.
And for the blonde, Sasuke’s growing comfort was… sacred.
He never said it out loud. Never typed it. But every time the omega trusted him with a new piece of himself: his voice, his laughter, the way he described the curve of Sota’s sleepy smile…Naruto felt something open in him.
Something deep.
Something he didn’t dare name yet.
But it felt important.
Like maybe…just maybe…what started as fantasy had begun to turn into something real.
Something worth holding onto.
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Chapter 5: Unveiled
Summary:
In which Sasuke gets much more comfortable around Naruto ;)
Naruto finally admits his feelings to himself, no longer able to deny himself it.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
The bedroom was quiet.
Faint static hums of the baby monitor filled the background, and Sasuke sat cross-legged on his mattress with the camera already prepped. His fingers hovered above the record button, but he didn’t press it just yet.
His thoughts wandered.
He’d gotten used to this setup: dim lighting, shadows falling artfully across the bed, soft music low enough to drown out the silence, but not loud enough to startle his son down the hall. A part of him always felt detached when he performed. Mechanical. Present but not truly there. Most of his content, despite its popularity, had been built on that learned detachment.
But lately… it was different.
Ever since him.
Naruto with his warm, genuine messages and that gentle yet quietly protective energy. Naruto who never demanded anything from him. Who always left thoughtful, encouraging words. Naruto who didn’t tip for control…but tipped for support. For respect. For admiration.
The omega found himself thinking of the blonde more often. Even in moments like this.
He shifted on the bed, took a breath, and hit record.
The scene was simple…intimate. Tonight’s theme leaned more romantic than lewd: soft silk sheets, soft touch, soft light. Sasuke’s voice was breathy but not overly theatrical. He didn’t moan just to fill air. He didn’t put on a mask. Instead, he let the slow burn of his arousal build as naturally as it would if someone were here… someone like him.
Naruto.
It was the first time the raven-head let the fantasy carry weight. The first time he imagined calloused, warm hands instead of silicone. The first time he mouthed a name…too quiet to be caught by the mic, but still.
The climax wasn’t loud.
It wasn’t performative.
But it was real.
His lips parted, breath trembling, eyes shut. And when he shut off the camera minutes later, hand twitching slightly against his chest, there was only one name on his mind.
And within 20 minutes after posting…as if summoned…
ding.
OnlyFans. Private message.
He already knew who it was.
Uzumaki10: That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever watched. No lie. You felt…so present. Like you weren’t just performing. I don’t know what changed, but…I hope you know how proud I am of you. I hope you know that you’re enough. Always.
Attached: a $300 tip.
The raven-head stared at the message for a long moment. The lump that formed in his throat wasn’t from guilt. Not this time. It was something else.
Something warmer.
He should’ve just typed out a thank you like he usually did. Something short, maybe with a heart emoji or a grateful word. But instead, he clicked “Upload Media.”
And for the first time since the account began almost a year ago…
He sent a picture of his face.
It wasn’t explicit. It wasn’t posed. Just a dimly lit shot of him from the collarbone up: raven hair ruffled from bed, eyes soft, and no trace of makeup. Just Sasuke. Just him.
And he waited.
For the first time, truly nervous.
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Naruto was already half asleep when the notification chimed on his phone. He reached for it, thumb dragging across the screen: expecting a heart, maybe a reply, maybe nothing at all.
Instead…
A picture.
His breath caught.
Sasuke’s face.
Those eyes. So piercing, even in the low light. Not staged. Not styled. Just raw beauty staring back at him through the screen. The alpha sat up slowly in bed, heart pounding against his ribs. The sheet slipped off his torso, forgotten, his skin buzzing like it had been touched by lightning.
He ran a hand through his hair, trying to focus. Trying to form a response.
But for the first time, he didn’t have the words.
It was too much. Too real.
He typed.
Uzumaki10: You’re…beautiful. I hope that’s okay to say. I’m honestly stunned right now. Thank you for trusting me with this.
He hesitated. Then added:
Uzumaki10: I won’t share it. Ever. Promise.
It didn’t take long for Sasuke to respond.
AnonymousOmega: I know you won’t. I just wanted you to see me. Really see me. Because… I was thinking of you tonight. When I recorded it.
The alpha’s stomach flipped.
His heart, too.
He clutched the phone, reading and rereading the message until it burned itself into his memory. For so long, he’d watched the omega from the other side of the screen: this untouchable figure that lit his veins on fire, that softened every rough edge he thought he had left. And now… the glass was cracking.
Now Sasuke was choosing him.
His phone buzzed again.
A voice note this time.
Naruto’s thumb trembled slightly as he pressed play.
And there it was.
That voice. Not the polished moans or breathy sighs from the videos…but something so gentle, so real, so soft that it felt like a secret only he was meant to hear.
“Hey.”
“I know I’ve already told you about myself, but… I just wanted to say that I really appreciate you. I’ve said it countless times but you truly make me feel like I’m not just some body behind a screen.”
“Thank you for being kind. For seeing me. Really seeing me.”
Naruto exhaled like he’d been underwater for hours.
He sat back against his headboard, phone clutched to his chest, and let the warmth seep through every part of him.
The world outside was still cruel. Omegas were still pushed to the edge. Alphas were still expected to take and take and take without consequence.
But this? This felt sacred.
Sasuke was more than content.
He was more than beautiful.
He was real: a parent, a provider, an omega with grit and grace and courage. And Naruto… Naruto was falling in love.
Not with the videos. Not with the moans.
But with the man who sent him a shy photo in the dark, and a voice note meant just for him.
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Notes:
Next two chapters will be uploaded tomorrow so please stay tuned.
With Love,
mixciii~
Chapter 6: Lines That Stay Open
Summary:
Sota finds out about Naruto and the start of their bond starts forming.
Sasuke is amused.
Chapter Text
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Things have been going smoothly…beautifully since.
Then…It started with a message.
Not a tip. Not a comment. Not even one of the usual private inbox exchanges through OnlyFans.
Just a message.
Uzumaki10: Hey… this might sound forward, but…can I give you my number? Only if you’re comfortable. I’d like to talk more. You don’t have to answer through here. But I’d like to hear your voice more. Outside of… y’know. All this. No pressure.
Sasuke stared at the screen for a long time, thumb hovering over the response bar.
He wasn’t surprised. Not entirely. The slow unraveling between them had been building toward this inevitability for months: soft late-night messages that grew more personal, an exchanged voice note here or there, hints of vulnerability neither of them had dared show anyone else in a long time.
Still.
Moving off-platform… it felt heavier than it sounded.
It meant crossing a line.
But the raven-head didn’t hesitate when he finally typed.
AnonymousOmega: Here’s mine.
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It was nearly midnight the first time Naruto called.
Sasuke was curled up under his comforter, one hand resting on his stomach, the other cradling his phone as it buzzed softly against his palm. He accepted the call without thinking twice.
“Hey,” the alpha’s voice rumbled through the speaker, quiet and warm.
The omega exhaled slowly, letting the sound of it settle into the spaces between his ribs. “Hey.”
The silence that followed wasn’t awkward…it was comforting. They didn’t have to rush. They didn’t have to force anything.
“How was your day?” The blonde asked gently.
Sasuke tucked the blanket a little higher on his chest. “Long. Sota’s teething again, so he’s been extra clingy. I barely had time to work.”
“You’re still doing all that and taking care of him, huh?” There was something like awe in the other’s voice. “That’s… damn. You’re incredible.”
The raven-head made a small, embarrassed sound in the back of his throat. “I’m tired. But he’s worth it.”
“I know he is,” Naruto said. “You’re a good parent.”
The words settled on the other’s skin like a balm. No one ever said it to him like that before. Not without condescension. Not without judgment.
Not like Naruto.
They talked for hours after that. About everything. About nothing.
The alpha told him about his adoptive parents: Kakashi and Iruka…and how they used to leave sticky notes around the house with motivational quotes and reminders that “love doesn’t have a deadline.”
Sasuke shared how he once painted the walls of his old apartment in every shade of grey just to feel less invisible.
At some point, he rolled onto his side, the phone still pressed to his cheek, breath steadying, voice fading.
“Still there?” The man’s voice was softer now. Almost a whisper.
But Sasuke didn’t respond.
He was already asleep.
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The calls became a routine after that.
Late at night, sometimes past midnight, sometimes earlier if Sota went down without a fuss. He would call while folding laundry or lying in bed. Naruto would call while eating takeout or walking laps around his living room with messy hair and mismatched socks.
They didn’t need reasons anymore.
They just… called.
Sometimes Naruto talked about his folks. Sometimes they talked about their day. Sometimes they didn’t. Sometimes the omega would just hum quietly while the blonde played old music in the background. Once, Naruto fell asleep on the line first, and Sasuke didn’t hang up until the call dropped on its own.
Three weeks passed like that.
They didn’t talk through OnlyFans anymore.
The alpha still tipped when the other uploaded new content…still left his usual supportive comments, but they had grown past that boundary now. The walls had thinned.
And then, one night, Sasuke answered the phone with a tired voice and said, “Sota wants to say hi.”
Naruto froze mid-step in his kitchen.
“He—wait, really?”
“He’s still awake. Barely. But he heard your voice the other night and asked who it was. I just said you’re a friend.”
The alpha felt his chest warm with something heavier than anticipation.
The line shuffled for a moment. Then a small, sleepy voice came through the speaker:
“Hallo?”
Naruto nearly dropped the phone. “Oh—hey there, buddy.”
The voice was soft, tentative. “You mama fwen?”
The raven-head made a faint sound in the background, possibly stifling a laugh. “Yes, sweetheart,” he murmured off-phone. “He’s Mama’s friend.”
“I Sota,” the toddler announced.
Naruto’s throat tightened. “Hi Sota. I’m Naruto. It’s really nice to meet you.”
There was a little pause. Then: “You got cookies?”
Sasuke audibly groaned in the background. “Sota, no.”
The blonde laughed, heart full. “I can get cookies. I’ll make you a whole batch one day.”
Sota gasped. “For me?”
“All for you,” he promised, then added playfully, “but only if Mama says it’s okay.”
The other’s voice came back on the line, quieter, closer. “He’s smiling.”
“I can hear it,” Naruto chuckled, barely above a whisper.
There was another pause.
Then Sasuke said, “Thank you. For being so gentle with him.”
“You never have to thank me for that,” the alpha murmured. “I won’t dream of hurting either of you. You know that, right?”
The other didn’t answer right away. But the silence between them was no longer hesitation…it was something deeper. Something safe.
“I know.”
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The calls kept coming.
Sometimes Sasuke would speak while brushing Sota’s hair, the toddler babbling in the background. Sometimes Naruto would call on his lunch break and just listen to Sota sing nonsense songs while the omega tried not to laugh.
More than once, the blonde offered to help in small ways: what to eat, baby clothes, toy recommendations…but he never pushed. He let the other accept things on his terms. And slowly, Sasuke did.
A small package arrived one morning, addressed only to “Sota U.” inside: a set of hand-painted storybooks, each one with vibrant colors and silly animal characters. No return label. But Sasuke knew. Other than the fact the blonde asked for his mailing address that is.
Sota squealed getting a gift from his “‘Ruto”
That night, when Naruto called, Sasuke didn’t even say hello.
“You’re spoiling him,” he said, voice soft.
The alpha chuckled. “Can’t help it. He’s so adorable.”
“You’re not trying to buy your way in?”
“No,” he stated, sincerity grounding every syllable. “Just trying to support the people I care about.”
The raven-head said nothing. But Naruto could feel the smile on the other end of the line.
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It was a Thursday night when Sota refused to go to sleep unless he got to “talk to ‘Ruto.” His mother sighed and handed over the phone, watching as his son clutched it with both hands like a treasure.
“Mama says I weep now,” the toddler whispered into the mic.
“Then you gotta listen to Mama,” Naruto whispered back.
“Otay… night night ‘Ruto.”
“Goodnight, baby.”
And when Sasuke took the phone back, heart twisting in ways he didn’t fully understand, the alpha asked gently, “I’ll call you tomorrow?”
He didn’t hesitate.
“Yeah,” he said, curling deeper into his sheets. “I’d like that.”
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Chapter 7: The First Meeting
Summary:
Their first meeting. That’s it….that’s the chapter :)
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
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It had started a few nights ago with the toddler tugging at his shirt, tiny fingers curling in the fabric as he blinked up at him from beneath dark lashes.
“Mama…?” he whispered, voice sweet and laced with sleep.
Sasuke looked down at his two-year-old, brushing stray strands of hair from his forehead. “What is it, baby?”
The toddler hesitated, thumb briefly popping into his mouth before he sucked it thoughtfully. Then, his eyes lit up. “Can we meet ’Ruto?”
The omega blinked, lips parting.
Naruto.
Sota had taken to the name easily. Though the man had never been physically present in their apartment, his presence had slipped into their everyday life as if it had always belonged there. Through calls, sometimes face-time, silly voice notes, and animated little interactions over the phone, the boy had started to associate the blonde with safety. With laughter. With someone who called him “buddy” and always asked what snack he liked best that day.
Sasuke hadn’t even realized the depth of it…not until that moment.
He looked at his son quietly, letting the weight of the question settle in.
“Do you want to meet Naruto?” he asked softly.
Sota nodded, his cheeks round and rosy. “Wanna gif huggies. ‘Ruto nice.”
The raven-head’s heart twisted. There was no hesitation, no fear. Just open affection.
Later that night, long after his baby was tucked into bed and the apartment had quieted into its usual hum, Sasuke held his phone loosely between his fingers, staring at Naruto’s name blinking on screen.
They always talked before bed…sometimes for thirty minutes, sometimes for three plus hours. Tonight, his stomach fluttered with something more than nervousness.
He picked up.
The alpha’s voice came through immediately. “Hey, you.”
“Hey,” he replied, smiling faintly as he shifted beneath the covers.
“You sound tired. Long day?”
Sasuke nodded before remembering Naruto couldn’t see him. “Yeah. But… not bad.”
There was a comfortable silence.
Then the omega breathed in and said it.
“Do you want to meet… in person?”
The other end of the line was silent for a heartbeat too long. His anxiety flared.
“Only if you want to, of course—”
“Sasuke,” Naruto interrupted, voice soft but firm. “I would love that.”
The raven-head felt something melt inside him.
The blonde chuckled, warm and boyish. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear those words.”
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They decided on the botanical gardens downtown. Neutral ground. Public, open, soft with summer blooms.
It was warm the day they met. The kind of golden-saturated warmth that made everything feel suspended in time. Sasuke dressed Sota in soft overalls and a yellow shirt, brushing down his baby hair and kissing his forehead three times before slipping his own shoes on.
He wore a plain black shirt and slacks. Simple, casual…but his heart was anything but steady.
They took the bus. The toddler held his hand tightly the whole ride, chirping on and off about the ducks he wanted to see again. His phone buzzed as they neared their stop.
Naruto:
I’m here. Right by the koi pond.
Sasuke’s breath hitched. He scooped Sota into his arms as they got off and followed the paved walkway into the gardens.
He saw him before the other saw him.
Tall. Strong build. Tanned skin, dressed in a navy hoodie and joggers like he hadn’t even tried to impress anyone…but it didn’t matter. The omega’s stomach flipped, and his mouth went dry.
He looked like home.
Naruto turned, as if sensing him. Their eyes met.
And for a long, suspended moment, they just stared at each other. In all the ways they had known each other: through voice, through typed words, through breathless late-night talks, this was something else entirely.
The blonde’s smile broke across his face like sunlight.
Sasuke swallowed hard. His steps slowed without him realizing.
“‘Ruto!” Sota squealed suddenly, recognizing the man and kicking excitedly in his mother’s arms.
Naruto’s eyes widened as the toddler turned fully toward him with pudgy outstretched hands.
“I think someone wants you,” Sasuke murmured, stunned.
The man laughed, breathless. “May I?”
He nodded and handed his son over gently, carefully. The moment the alpha’s arms wrapped around the boy, something clicked into place. Sota giggled, nestling into Naruto’s chest like he belonged there.
It made Sasuke’s chest ache.
“You’re heavier than I imagined, buddy,” the blonde chuckled, bouncing Sota lightly.
“I swong and ‘Ruto warm,” the toddler said, pressing a hand against Naruto’s hoodie. “And smell like cookies.”
The raven-head blinked. “Cookies?”
The man scratched the back of his head. “I baked a batch earlier. Brought some for you guys.”
“You bake?” Sasuke asked, brow raising in amusement.
“I try. Mostly edible.”
They sat together on a bench overlooking the koi pond. The boy was now snuggled into Naruto’s lap, munching on a chocolate chip cookie with crumbs stuck to his cheeks. The omega watched the two of them together and felt… disarmed.
This shouldn’t have felt so natural. But it did.
Naruto kept glancing over at him with this dumb, gentle smile…like he couldn’t quite believe this was real either.
Sasuke looked away first. “You’re taller than I thought.”
“And you’re… more beautiful than I imagined,” the other replied quietly, not missing a beat.
The Uchiha’s eyes darted to his, lips parting in surprise.
“I mean that,” he added. “Your photos, your videos…they don’t do you justice. Not even close.”
Sasuke lowered his eyes, trying not to blush. “Don’t flirt in front of my kid.”
Naruto grinned. “Noted. I’ll save the raunchier compliments for later.”
The other rolled his eyes, but he was smiling.
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They spent hours together that day. They walked the entire garden, Sota insisting on the blonde holding him when his legs got tired, feeding koi fish, and giggling when he made animal sounds.
The omega hadn’t smiled this much in… years, maybe.
Naruto, for all his confidence online, was even more charming in person. He had a way of making Sasuke feel seen without making it heavy. Like he could just be.
When the sun dipped lower, they stopped under a shaded canopy with benches and soft flowering vines.
Sota had fallen asleep against the man’s chest, drooling on his hoodie. Sasuke sat close beside them, knees touching, heart quietly thunderous.
“I didn’t expect this,” he murmured.
The other tilted his head. “Expect what?”
“This to feel so…” He exhaled. “Easy.”
Naruto nodded, his voice soft. “Me neither. But I’m glad it does.”
They sat in silence for a while, listening to the distant trickle of a fountain and the soft snores of the toddler between them.
Then the alpha turned to him, eyes serious. “Thank you for trusting me. With all of this.”
Sasuke looked at him. Really looked. And for once, didn’t feel the need to guard himself.
“Thank you,” he replied. “For never making me feel small.”
Naruto reached out slowly, brushing a piece of lint from his shoulder, fingertips lingering just a moment too long to be casual.
Sasuke didn’t flinch. Didn’t look away. His breath caught, quiet and sharp, but he didn’t pull back. The simple touch had felt more intimate than anything he’d prepared for…and yet, somehow, it didn’t scare him.
Their eyes met: Naruto’s open and steady, Sasuke’s wide but unguarded.
“Sorry,” he murmured, voice low. “Lint was… there.”
The omega huffed, barely a breath of a laugh. “Sure it was.”
The blonde’s smile tugged at one corner of his mouth, but he didn’t move away. If anything, he looked like he was waiting…for permission, or a sign. And Sasuke didn’t know what came over him, only that his hand shifted between them, almost involuntarily, fingers curling just slightly… an unspoken invitation.
Naruto’s hand moved to meet it.
Fingertips touched first: tentative, featherlight…before he laced their fingers slowly together, giving the omega every chance to pull away.
But he didn’t.
Their palms pressed, warm and steady, the raven-head’s slender fingers fitting awkwardly between his calloused ones, like puzzle pieces that had been carved for this exact moment.
“…You okay?” Naruto asked quietly.
Sasuke nodded. “Yeah.”
He surprised even himself with how true it felt.
They sat like that for a while, silent but not uncomfortable. The breeze rustled the trees above. Ducks quacked faintly in the distance.
Then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, the omega leaned…just slightly, just enough for his head to touch the man’s shoulder.
Naruto tilted into him, not pressing, not rushing…just meeting him there. Their heads met.
And for the first time in a long, long while… Sasuke let someone hold the quiet.
He let himself feel it: the alpha’s warmth, his calm, the way their fingers remained intertwined even as minutes passed. It wasn’t flashy. It wasn’t wild. It wasn’t anything he would’ve dreamed about before.
But it was real.
And it was enough.
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Notes:
Next two chapters is tmr.
Also I went for an interview today and almost immediately got the job ….🥹🙂↕️🥳
….so imma be busy but will continue to post everyday.
With Love,
mixciii~
Chapter 8: The weight of wanting
Summary:
Sasuke tries to sabotage himself from being happy. Naruto shuts it down.
Chapter Text
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They started meeting more often after that day in the park. It wasn’t anything dramatic: just a quiet, natural folding of schedules, a mutual, wordless agreement. Sometimes Naruto would swing by the apartment with takeout when Sasuke mentioned he hadn’t had time to cook. Other times Sasuke would call, asking if Naruto had a free evening, and he always, always did. They didn’t announce each other’s arrival like visitors; it became expected.
Their conversations bled between silly and serious, heavy and light. The blonde always asked about Sota, and Sasuke found himself volunteering more and more of his daily life. The mess his toddler made in the kitchen with flour, the struggle to keep up with laundry, how his heat suppressants were giving him headaches again. It all came out so easily. So naturally.
And Naruto never flinched.
Tonight, the omega had invited him over for dinner: something rare, given how much of his time was occupied with recording, editing, keeping his OnlyFans up to schedule, and of course, being a full-time parent. But Sota had taken a liking to Naruto so quickly, so stubbornly, that he had relented without much of a fight. It was hard not to, when your two-year-old looked up at you with round, pleading eyes and asked, “Mama, ‘ruto eat dinner with us?”
So the alpha had come.
And now, after Sota had been bathed and tucked in..after he’d insisted Naruto read his bedtime story, it was just the two of them again, the soft buzz of the kitchen’s overhead light humming above their heads.
Sasuke stood by the sink, rinsing the last plate. The blonde leaned against the counter beside him, arms crossed, quiet in a way that felt intentional.
“I like being here,” Naruto said after a while, voice low. “It feels…right.”
The other turned off the tap. His fingers dripped quietly into the basin. “That’s a strange thing to say.”
“It’s honest,” Naruto replied with a shrug. “I mean it. It feels good. Like it’s where I’m supposed to be.”
Sasuke kept his gaze down, not trusting himself to look at the alpha. “You don’t even know me that well.”
“I think I do.” The other’s voice was softer now. “You let me see more than anyone else does.”
Sasuke dried his hands in silence. Something about that truth…that the man saw him and didn’t turn away…unsettled the fragile wall he’d built around his heart. He folded the towel neatly, placing it on the counter, before stepping back.
Naruto shifted closer. Not overwhelming or forceful. Just there. A warmth the omega had grown used to. A comfort that was becoming more dangerous.
Their shoulders brushed.
Sasuke didn’t move away.
The other reached out, brushing a piece of lint from Sasuke’s sweater…his fingertips lingered.
Sasuke looked up, barely breathing.
There was a stillness, a pause that carried too much weight. Then—
Naruto’s fingers slowly trailed from his shoulder down to his forearm, then stopped. “Can I…?”
Sasuke didn’t answer, not with words. He just nodded once, barely perceptible.
Their hands found each other: slowly, cautiously.
Sasuke’s fingers twitched first, uncertain, before Naruto’s reached out in return. Their palms met in the narrow space between them. The blonde’s hand was larger, warmer…calloused in some places, soft in others. The omega’s breath caught, his lashes fluttering as the sensation of being held settled into his nerves like a low-voltage current.
He exhaled, shaky and quiet. He hadn’t even realized he’d been holding his breath.
It should have ended there.
That should’ve been the extent of it: two men standing in a dimly lit kitchen, hands entwined in tentative peace, surrounded by the scent of dish soap and the distant hush of a sleeping toddler.
But Sasuke made the mistake of looking up.
And Naruto was already looking at him.
Their eyes locked. Sasuke’s throat tightened. His instincts told him to move, to say something cutting, sarcastic…something that would kill the heat blooming in his chest and send the man packing with his heart intact.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he just stood there. Vulnerable. Frozen.
And Naruto leaned in.
It wasn’t a lunge. It wasn’t cocky or self-assured. It was careful…almost reverent…the kind of lean that offered more than it took. Like he was giving the raven-head time to pull away. Time to reject him.
But Sasuke didn’t.
He didn’t know why. Maybe it was the way Naruto always looked at him: like he wasn’t a burden, or a scandal, or a dirty secret. Maybe it was the way Naruto never judged the messes…neither the physical ones in Sasuke’s apartment nor the deeper ones in his soul.
Or maybe it was just that Sasuke was tired.
So gods-damned tired of carrying everything alone.
Their faces were close now. So close, he could feel the faint warmth of Naruto’s breath brushing against his cheek. It smelled like the chamomile tea they’d had earlier. Familiar. Safe.
The omega’s fingers curled reflexively around the other’s.
And then, finally, their mouths met.
It wasn’t rushed. Wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t the kind of kiss driven by heat or hunger or months of pent-up lust. It was something smaller. Gentler. A question asked without words. Their lips brushed once: soft, hesitant. Then again, firmer this time, but still testing.
Sasuke’s heart stuttered.
The kiss lingered, a slow press of mouths that carried too much meaning for something so simple. It felt like Naruto was trying to tell him something with that kiss. Something Sasuke wasn’t ready to hear. Something his heart ached for and his shame recoiled from in equal measure.
He felt it building inside him: tight, hot, unbearable. Not lust. Not desire.
Grief.
It struck him fast, like a flash flood, the ache he’d buried so deeply for so long that now it clawed its way up his throat.
He broke the kiss.
Pulled back sharply.
One step. Then another. Breathless.
“I—” he started, but the words tangled. His eyes darted toward the floor, wide and unsteady.
“Sasuke?” Naruto’s voice was soft, confused, concerned.
“I can’t—” he managed, voice cracking. “I shouldn’t have let that happen.”
Naruto didn’t move. He didn’t try to touch him again. “Hey,” he said gently. “It’s okay. Talk to me.”
But Sasuke couldn’t. His mind was reeling. His lips still burned from the kiss. His chest was tight, painful, like shame was wrapping itself around his ribs, squeezing.
“I sell my body,” he said suddenly, voice small and bitter. “You know that, but I don’t think you understand it. I take my clothes off and fuck myself for money on the internet, Naruto. I fake orgasms…used to, before you. I moan for strangers. I let them tip me to touch myself. That’s what I do to keep my son fed.”
His voice rose now, shaky and hollow.
“And you’re…you’re you. You’re kind and respected and smart. People listen to you. They look up to you. What the hell are you doing kissing someone like me?!?”
Naruto was silent for a beat. Then two. Sasuke couldn’t look at him. Could barely breathe.
And then the man stepped forward…carefully, slowly, and cupped his face with both hands.
“What do you mean ‘someone like you’, Sasuke,” he said quietly. “You’re just you.”
The raven-head’s lashes fluttered, and his mouth parted, but he didn’t speak. His vision blurred.
“You’re a single parent who’s doing goddamn everything to care for his child. You’re someone who found a way to survive a fucked-up system that never cared about you. And instead of letting it destroy you, you built something. You provide. You nurture. You love.”
Naruto’s thumbs brushed the corners of his eyes. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
Sasuke closed his eyes. A couple tears slipped free, and the alpha caught it with the pad of his thumb.
“I’m not asking you to stop doing what you do,” Naruto added. “I’m not here to take anything from you. I just want you to know…you deserve love. Real love. Not in spite of what you do, but including it. You’re not tainted. You’re not wrong.”
Sasuke’s voice cracked, barely audible. “You don’t think I’m disgusting?”
“No,” the blonde said, without a second of hesitation. “Never.”
And it broke him open further…the conviction in those eyes, the way Naruto held him like he was something fragile and precious and worthy. Sasuke hadn’t been held like this in years. Hadn’t been seen like this in even longer.
He didn’t kiss Naruto again.
But he didn’t pull away either.
Instead, he leaned in…forehead to chest…and the alpha wrapped him in his arms, pressing a soft kiss into his hair.
They stood like that for a long time.
And for the first time since Sasuke had started stripping for the camera, since the first time he’d opened his laptop and swallowed down his pride for money…he didn’t feel hollow afterward.
He felt better.
Wanted.
Held.
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Chapter 9: The Quiet Between Heartbeats
Summary:
We get some backstory of Sasuke and Sota’s father. Naruto doesn’t take it too well but he is there to comfort Sasuke.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
The bedroom was dim, lit only by the warm glow of the bedside lamp and the muted pulse of the city outside the window. Rain had started sometime after midnight: soft and steady, the kind that whispered against the glass rather than pounded. It filled the quiet with a soothing rhythm, a backdrop to the warmth tangled beneath the covers.
Naruto was lying on his side, one arm tucked beneath his head, the other draped loosely over Sasuke’s waist. His breathing was even, slow…not quite asleep, but settled. The omega faced him, curled in slightly, their knees touching, his body still unsure what to do with the closeness.
It wasn’t sexual.
It could’ve been. Hell, Sasuke had seen the way Naruto’s eyes lingered when he thought he wasn’t looking. He knew the effect his body had. After all, his body was his job. He’d studied how to angle his hips, how to catch the light just right, how to sell want and get paid for it.
But this wasn’t that.
This was different. This was soft. And it made something ache.
Naruto’s hand rested at the dip of his waist, fingers splayed over the fabric of Sasuke’s old t-shirt. The raven-head could feel the heat of him through it, could feel every inch of where their bodies connected. He hadn’t let someone lie this close in a long time. Not in this way. Not without expectation.
His voice was quiet, nearly drowned out by the rain. “You’re always warm.”
The alpha’s lips curved in a lazy smile. “Alpha thing, probably. Built-in space heater.”
Sasuke huffed, not quite a laugh. His eyes dropped to Naruto’s collarbone, watching the slow rise and fall. His hand had crept between them at some point, fingers curled against his chest.
The man shifted a little, just enough to press a kiss to Sasuke’s hair. “You okay?”
He didn’t answer right away. He didn’t want to lie, but truth was a thing that still caught in his throat sometimes. Eventually, he nodded. “I think so.”
A pause. Then Naruto mumbled, gently, “You can talk to me, y’know. You don’t have to, but… I’m here. If you want.”
Sasuke closed his eyes. He could pretend, he could change the subject, but something about the quiet…the way the blonde didn’t push, didn’t pry…made the words come anyway.
“It was supposed to be different,” he started. “Back then...with Sota’s father.”
Naruto stayed still, listening.
“I met him at an event in one of the shelters I lived in at the time.. He was a photographer. Alpha. Charismatic. The kind that knew exactly how much eye contact to make to seem sincere.”
The omega felt the other’s hand tighten slightly around his waist. He kept going.
“He told me I was beautiful. That he wanted to mate. Said all the right things. Said he wanted a family someday. He made it sound real.”
His voice cracked, just a little before looking up at the other.
“I was young and stupid. And lonely. I thought…maybe, it’d be real.”
Naruto’s brows furrowed. Sasuke could see it even in the half-light.
“When I told him I was pregnant, he ghosted me.” The Uchiha’s voice turned brittle. “Blocked me on everything. Changed his number. Left the country. I found out later he was already mated to someone.”
A beat passed. Then another. Sasuke finally looked away.
“I wanted to believe it didn’t matter. That I didn’t need him. And I didn’t. Not really. But it still…hurt.”
Naruto’s jaw was tense now, mouth drawn tight with anger he wasn’t bothering to hide. “That fucking bastard—”
The omega flinched, just a little, and the other caught it.
“I’m not mad at you,” he said quickly, shifting closer, one hand lifting to cradle the side of Sasuke’s face. “I’m just—furious he did that to you. That he ran. That he left you to do everything alone. You deserved better.”
Sasuke blinked, lashes damp. He hadn’t realized he was crying.
Naruto didn’t pull away. He held him tighter, tucking him into his chest with a care so deep it made Sasuke tremble. He pressed his nose to the raven-head’s temple, breathing in the scent of him, like anchoring them both to something real.
The other didn’t resist. He sank into the embrace, slowly, the tension in his shoulders unwinding thread by thread. His fingers curled into Naruto’s shirt.
“I used to lie awake at night,” he whispered. “When Sota was a newborn. Wondering if I’d ruined both our lives.”
“You didn’t.”
“I became a pornographer,” the omega said flatly. “Do you know how many people would look at me and think I’m not fit to be a parent?”
“I’m not one of them.”
“You should be.”
“But I’m not.” Naruto pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. “You did what you had to do. You took care of your son. You survived. That’s what matters. You don’t owe anyone shame.”
Sasuke’s throat tightened. He wanted to believe that. Wanted to let himself fall into it. But part of him was still clawing to hold onto the old beliefs: about purity, about respect, about what an omega should be.
“I don’t know how to do this,” he admitted. “This thing with you. I don’t know how to be touched without feeling like I’m performing.”
Naruto’s expression softened, heartbreak in the lines of his mouth. “You don’t have to perform for me.”
Sasuke nodded, shaky.
“I just want you,” Naruto said. “As you are. Even if you’re scared. Even if you’re figuring it out. You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be here...have to stick true to yourself.”
Something broke open inside the Uchiha at that: quietly, painfully. He let out a trembling breath and leaned in, resting his forehead against the man’s.
Their noses brushed.
And then he kissed him.
There was no hesitation this time. No sharp retreat. No shame. Just warmth.
His fingers curled into blonde hair as their mouths met: slow and reverent, lips moving with the kind of unhurried honesty that left no space for pretending. It wasn’t about arousal. It wasn’t about power. It was about presence.
Naruto kissed like he meant it. Like every press of his mouth was a promise. Like Sasuke was something to be cherished, not used.
The omega sighed against his lips, a sound of surrender.
Their foreheads rested together as they broke for air, only to meet again. And again.
It lasted for minutes…long, aching minutes filled with nothing but the rhythm of their breath and the slow burn of touch. The blonde’s hand cupped his jaw, thumb brushing along his cheek, while his other arm wrapped around his back, grounding him.
Sasuke melted into it. Into him.
And when they finally parted, the raven-head didn’t open his eyes right away. He stayed tucked beneath the alpha’s chin, breathing in the scent of him, letting it calm the storm still low in his chest.
“I’m still scared,” he said softly.
“I know,” the man murmured. “I’ll wait.”
Sasuke smiled, faint and real. “You’re annoyingly good at this.”
Naruto laughed quietly. “You’re just lucky I like you.”
The other snorted and tucked closer. “Yeah. Lucky.”
The blonde kissed his hair, his cheek, the corner of his mouth. “Get some sleep. I’ll still be here in the morning.”
And Sasuke believed him.
For once, he believed.
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Notes:
The next two chapters will be out tomorrow.
Also I am thankful for the support this story has been getting. I have read the comments so far and I appreciate the love.
Stay tuned <3With Love,
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Chapter 10: The Shift Between Worlds
Summary:
Their relationship starts getting a bit more serious.
Sasuke talks for the first time in his OF
Chapter Text
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It was strange, Sasuke thought.
Strange in the way a sunrise could feel foreign after too many nights in the dark. Strange in the way silence could feel heavy after too many months of noise…of fake moans and measured breaths and the thrum of background music layered over desire he never truly felt.
Now, the quiet was real. The bed was warm with someone else’s presence. And he… he didn’t know what to do with all that softness.
It had been a month since Naruto stayed over the first time. A month of even more late-night phone calls, the alpha’s warm laughter through the speaker, the sound of Sota babbling excitedly when he saw the blonde’s name light up the screen. A month of quiet evenings where Naruto showed up with groceries or cooked dinner, sometimes staying just long enough to eat and chat, other times until Sota was tucked in and Sasuke found himself leaning against the alpha without meaning to.
The physical shift between them hadn’t gone unnoticed either.
After that first real kiss: slow, deep, meaningful in a way that made the omega’s stomach twist…something settled between them. There were no declarations. No promises. But every time Naruto reached for his hand, Sasuke didn’t flinch. Every time the blonde leaned in, he found himself closing the gap.
It terrified him. And yet, it soothed something broken.
That morning, the Uchiha sat on the edge of his couch in nothing but his worn black T-shirt and cotton shorts, laptop open in front of him while Sota napped in the other room. Naruto was in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, humming softly to himself while he prepared something that smelled suspiciously like miso soup. He had a habit of cooking whenever he stayed over, saying it “relaxed him,” though Sasuke had a sneaking suspicion the alpha simply liked taking care of them.
“You look serious,” the blonde called gently from the stove.
Sasuke glanced up from the laptop. “Just checking my stats.”
Naruto tilted his head. “Work stuff?”
“Mmh,” he answered. He closed the tab on his latest upload, then hesitated. His cursor hovered for a second before he clicked open a private chat…Naruto’s chat.
There were hundreds of messages there. Dozens of little hearts. Compliments, tips. Some of it was from before they really started speaking. Most of it, Sasuke hadn’t had the nerve to look back on in any real way until now.
“You ever rewatch any of my content?” he asked, voice casual, but his fingers were tight around the edge of the laptop.
Naruto turned off the stove and wiped his hands on a towel before walking over to sit beside him. His knee bumped Sasuke’s gently.
“I did,” the man said. “Before we got close. When I first found you, yeah…I watched everything you posted.”
Sasuke’s eyes flicked toward him, and Naruto’s were honest, unflinching. Warm.
“But not anymore,” the blonde added. “Not since the first night you kissed me. It didn’t feel right.”
Sasuke blinked. “Why not?”
Naruto let out a breath, running a hand through his hair.
“Because I didn’t want you to feel like I was treating you like… like a fantasy,” he said. “You’re real to me now. This is real. What you do is your business, and I’ve got nothing but respect for it, but I didn’t want to be another voice in the crowd anymore.”
The words hit harder than the other expected. Something squeezed in his chest: relief, maybe. Or fear. Or the odd blend of both.
“I don’t want you to stop,” Sasuke murmured.
Naruto blinked. “Huh?”
“I mean, I don’t want you to stop watching,” he clarified, voice lower now. “You’re the only one who sees me…the real me…even through that screen. Somehow it… matters, when it’s you. It feels less lonely.”
The alpha reached over, curling a hand around the other’s. Their fingers intertwined slowly, easily.
“Alright,” Naruto said, voice gentle. “I’ll keep watching…if you want me to.”
Sasuke nodded once.
“But don’t tip anymore,” he added, glancing down. “I don’t want your money.”
“Sasuke…”
“I mean it,” the raven-head stated, finally looking up. “You’ve already given me more than enough.”
There was a silence then. A deep, settled quiet where everything in the room stilled except the slow ticking of the kitchen clock. Then Naruto leaned forward, just slightly, and kissed the corner of his mouth.
“I’ll stop tipping,” he whispered. “But I’m never gonna stop supporting you.”
The words settled like a blanket around Sasuke’s shoulders. And this time, he didn’t feel cold.
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It was three days later when the blonde brought it up again.
They were on a walk, Sota bouncing along between them, small fingers curled around both of their hands. The park was mostly empty save for a few scattered families and couples lounging under the shade.
The Uchiha wore his sunglasses, hood up. Naruto wore his podcast hoodie, one that said “Humanity’s Truth” in bold block letters. The irony wasn’t lost on either of them.
“Hey,” the man started softly once Sota ran off toward the duck pond. “Can I ask you something?”
Sasuke glanced over. “What?”
“I’ve been thinking about us,” Naruto said. “And I know things are still kinda… new. But I want you to know I’m not doing this casually. I never was.”
The omega stayed quiet. His hands were tucked into his pockets, heart thudding a little louder.
“I want to court you,” Naruto said, finally. “Officially. Not just messages and kisses and long talks. I want to be something real in your life. In Sota’s life.”
The world stilled.
The other looked over at the alpha. Naruto’s face was open, honest, cheeks a little flushed beneath the sun. His hands were almost relaxed but if you looked closely…his fingers were twitching in nervousness, his shoulders broad but unthreatening. There was no pressure in his voice…just sincerity. A hope.
“You… want to court me?” Sasuke asked, stunned.
“I do.”
“You do realize I’m still making porn, right?” he reminded flatly, testing, waiting for the alpha to flinch or show the faintest hesitation.
Naruto didn’t blink. “Yeah. And I also know you’re a damn good parent, a brilliant thinker, and the bravest person I’ve met. That doesn’t change just because of what you do for work.”
Sasuke stared. He wasn’t used to this. To being seen so clearly and still… wanted.
“I’m not easy,” he whispered. “I get scared. I shut down. I overthink everything.”
The man smiled. “That’s alright. I’ve got a lot of time.”
The words caught somewhere between Sasuke’s ribs. He inhaled slowly, eyes flicking toward Sota, who had crouched down to throw bread crumbs into the pond.
He thought about all the nights he’d stared at his ceiling wondering if this kind of life…this kind of love…was possible for someone like him. An unmated omega, a pornographer, a single parent with too many scars and too many regrets.
And now, Naruto was standing beside him. Offering something real.
Sasuke looked back at him, pulse in his throat.
“…Okay,” he said softly. “We can try.”
The blonde grinned. The kind of grin that warmed bones. That made Sota squeal in the background.
And when he reached for his hand again, Sasuke let him.
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That night, the omega uploaded a new post.
There was no nudity. No toys. No slicked fingers stroking into camera-ready angles. The screen was dark at first…just black fabric and shadows, his room lit by only the dull glow of his laptop. Then came the subtle rustle of movement. A soft breath. And then, his voice.
Low. Barely above a whisper. But real.
“Hey,” he said, gently. His words came slow, uncertain in their newness.
He wasn’t in the frame, not really. Just the faint outline of his shoulder, dressed in a loose black tank top. The camera caught the soft curve of his collarbone, the light catching on skin that wasn’t oiled or lit for seduction. This wasn’t content. Not like before. This was something else.
A long pause stretched.
“To everyone who’s been with me for a while,” he said, quiet but clear, “thank you. Really. I’ve been… here. Surviving. Creating. Trying to make things that feel… good. For someone. For anyone.”
There was a catch in his throat he didn’t bother editing out.
“I guess I just wanted to say that I’m still here. Still me. But… I’m happier now.”
He let that linger. There was a distant hum from the street outside his window. A dog barking in the far-off neighborhood. The quiet rustle of blankets, of someone settling deeper into themselves.
He exhaled.
“There’s someone in my life,” the raven-head admitted. “An alpha. But not the normal kind. He’s… kind. He listens. He never makes me feel small for the things I’ve had to do to survive. He sees me. Not just the parts I show.”
His voice softened further, nearly trembling.
“He makes me want to see myself differently.”
A pause.
“I hope one day all of you find that, too. There is a possibility that one day in the near future I won’t be doing this anymore. I wish my supporters can understand but until then, I will be posting…not as regularly as before, but, thank you. Have a good day or night.”
And then the video faded to black. No outro music. No clickbait title. Just a file titled: “thank you for being here.”
It wasn’t raunchy. It wasn’t even sexy. But the comments began flooding in minutes after it was posted. Some were hateful…most likely the typical alphas. But most others were:
“you sound beautiful.”
“we love you. you deserve this.”
“i’ve never heard you speak before and I just cried?? thank you for trusting us.”
“been here since the beginning…i can tell you’re really happy. i’m so happy for you.”
The overwhelming response wasn’t lust…it was affection. Support. His subscribers could sense the difference. Even through a screen. Even from the shadows. Sasuke wasn’t faking anymore. He wasn’t just going through the motions with practiced breathwork and choreographed moans.
He was healing.
He was living.
And when he finally shut his laptop that night, the glow of the screen replaced by the low warmth of Naruto’s arms wrapping around his waist, he didn’t feel ashamed. He didn’t feel dirty or exposed or cheap. He didn’t feel like a body dressed in anonymity, existing only for others’ pleasure.
He felt wanted. Needed.
The omega curled into the alpha’s chest, his fingers lightly gripping the hem of the older man’s shirt, forehead tucked beneath the curve of his chin. Naruto was already half-asleep, a slow, deep rhythm to his breath…but when Sasuke pressed close, he shifted just enough to kiss the top of his head.
“You okay?” he murmured, voice raspy with sleep.
Sasuke nodded into his chest.
“…I spoke,” he whispered.
The man blinked, stirring more fully. “Huh?”
“In the new post,” he said, a little quieter now. “I talked. Just… a few words. Not even my face. Just my voice.”
Naruto’s arms tightened around him instantly, a slow inhale passing through his chest.
“I’m proud of you,” he said into Sasuke’s hair. “That’s huge.”
The raven-head swallowed.
“It felt… real,” he admitted. “Scary. But not bad. Not like before.”
There was a quiet hum of agreement from Naruto.
“You’re allowed to be real, you know,” he said softly. “You’re allowed to be, Sasuke. Not just… perform.”
Said man didn’t respond right away. But his fingers slipped under Naruto’s shirt, resting against bare skin…the small, vulnerable gesture of someone who was slowly learning how to be held.
And he was held. Steady and warm. As if the blonde knew just how tightly to hold him without making him flinch. As if he’d spent months learning Sasuke’s language without ever needing to translate it.
That night, he didn’t stay awake spiraling in shame.
He didn’t obsess over click-through rates, didn’t triple-check comments for cruelty. He didn’t rehearse his next move or worry whether his content was too soft, too boring, too human.
That night, Sasuke simply existed.
In the arms of someone who appreciated every part of him…even the ones he used to hide.
He didn’t feel like he had to hide at all.
Instead, he felt worthy.
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Chapter 11: If That Means You’ll Stay
Summary:
Sota picks up on his mama’s relationship with Naruto and asks the blonde about it.
The alpha response is pure honesty.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
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It started innocently enough.
Sasuke had stepped into the kitchen to warm up leftovers: Sota’s favorite soba noodles and miso soup…leaving Naruto and the toddler sprawled together in a pillow fort they had spent the last thirty minutes constructing out of couch cushions, fleece throws, and a tragically sacrificed yoga mat.
Naruto didn’t mind. In fact, he looked right at home lying on his side, propped on one elbow, laughing as Sota excitedly told him about some new cartoon where ducks turned into ninjas.
The bond between them had solidified into something unmistakably real. They met up more often now…even more than before…when Sasuke wasn’t busy or filming, and Naruto didn’t have podcast deadlines, they were together. Not just Sasuke and Naruto. But the three of them. Like a… unit.
“Mama says I no wash it affer sweep time,” Sota babbled, gripping his little stuffed fox, eyes wide and bright.
Naruto chuckled. “He’s probably right. Ducks or not, bedtime is impossible.”
The toddler pouted. “‘Ruto wash scary mooves?”
“Sometimes,” the alpha responded. “I like the ones that make you think. You know, the ones where you’re not sure who the bad guy really is until the end.”
The boy blinked, quiet for a beat. Then, as if tugged by an invisible thread in his mind, he whispered, “Do you wuv mama?”
Naruto froze.
It wasn’t the question itself that stunned him. He’d thought about it…God, had he thought about it. In the quiet hours after Sasuke fell asleep next to him. In the blur of early mornings while re-listening to one of his own episodes and scrolling through Sasuke’s older content with a strange tenderness. Even during mundane things like folding laundry or brushing his teeth. Sasuke had taken up space in Naruto’s chest, gentle but consuming.
What stunned him… was how easily the question came from Sota. How soft. How trusting.
The blonde swallowed and forced his voice to stay even.
“I am,” he said slowly, meeting the toddler’s gaze. “I’m falling in love with him. That’s why I’m courting him.”
Sota tilted his head, brow furrowed. “Wash courring?”
The alpha grinned, the tension slipping from his shoulders as he sat up a little. “It’s… when someone really likes another person, and they want to show them with actions. Like taking care of them. Listening. Being there. Helping with dishes, or kissing their forehead when they’re tired. It’s a way of saying, ‘I want to be close to you, but only if you want it too.’”
The two-year old gasped, mouth forming an “O.” Then he scrambled forward suddenly, throwing his arms around the man’s neck.
Naruto blinked in surprise as the tiny body collided with him, warm and fierce.
“wean ‘Ruto be my papa?” Sota asked, pulling back just enough to press a wet, joyful kiss to Naruto’s cheek.
The breath caught in his throat. His heart stuttered.
“I…” He hesitated, reaching up to gently rub Sota’s back. “That means we’ll be spending lots and lots of time together. Even more than before. I’ll always be here if you need me. Okay?”
The toddler beamed, satisfied. “Otay!” He returned to his fox plush as if nothing life-altering had happened, while Naruto sat there, quietly unraveling.
By the time Sasuke came back with a small tray, the alpha was still a little stunned.
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Later that night, after the food was eaten, dishes rinsed, and Sota curled in his bed with his fox cradled under one arm, the two found themselves in the calm hush of the apartment’s main bedroom.
Sasuke was leaning into him now more than ever: quietly, cautiously, but unmistakably. Like his body had learned something his mind was still catching up to. When Naruto offered a hand, he took it. When Naruto shifted closer, he didn’t pull away.
That was all the blonde needed.
They lay on their sides, barely a whisper between their bodies, breathing slow and in sync.
“He asked me something today,” Naruto murmured, fingers tracing idle shapes along Sasuke’s clothed shoulder.
Sasuke turned his face slightly against the pillow. “Mhm?”
“Sota.”
The omega blinked. “Oh?”
“Asked if I watch scary movies. Then asked if I love you.”
The raven-head froze, the breath leaving him in one slow exhale.
“I told him the truth,” Naruto continued, voice low, reverent. “That I’m falling in love with you. That I’m courting you. He then asked what that meant.”
The omega turned now, properly, eyes sharp with surprise. “What did you tell him?”
“That it’s showing someone you care through the little things. That it’s not about rushing… just staying.”
Sasuke was quiet. Still.
Then the alpha added, “He asked if that meant I’d become his father.”
The silence between them stretched: long, thick with emotion. Sasuke’s lashes fluttered. Then lowered.
“…And?”
Naruto smiled faintly. “I told him it meant we’d be together a lot more. That I’d be around. I think he liked that answer.”
Sasuke let out a soft sound, half-laugh, half-sigh. “He’s… very attached to you.”
“I’m attached to him, too.”
The man didn’t mean to say it aloud, but he did. And once it was out, there was no pulling it back.
Sasuke looked at him: not startled or upset…but with a fragile, blooming kind of emotion in his gaze. Like he was letting himself believe it.
“…Thank you,” he said softly.
“For what?”
“For not lying to him. Or… to me.”
Naruto reached out, cradling the omega’s cheek. “I’ll never lie to either of you.”
Their lips met: soft, gentle. Sasuke melted into it like it was second nature now. No shame, no pulling away.
And when they parted, the blonde tucked him close and whispered, “You’re not alone anymore, Sas. You don’t have to do any of this alone.”
⸻
The days that followed were gentle. Full of new routines that hadn’t been spoken aloud but settled between them naturally.
Sasuke found himself waking up to texts. Naruto brought coffee when he could. Sometimes he stayed the night. Sometimes he came over just to play with Sota and left before it got too late. It was slow, real, sustainable.
One night, the omega was curled against him again, half-drowsy, breath warm where it ghosted across Naruto’s collarbone.
“You’re good with him,” he murmured, eyes still closed.
“With Sota?”
Sasuke nodded. “He… doesn’t attach to people quickly.”
“I’ll be here as long as you want me to be,” Naruto whispered.
“I want you here.”
It was the clearest thing the Uchiha had said about them yet. And it made Naruto’s chest ache with something close to reverence.
They didn’t need a big declaration. Not tonight. Not yet.
But the pieces were shifting. Slowly, steadily.
And Naruto would be there for every moment.
⸻
Notes:
Thank you for reading and the next two chapters will be out tomorrow so please stay tuned.
With Love,
mixciii~
Chapter 12: Where We Might Belong
Summary:
In which Naruto introduces his parents and close friends to Sasuke and Sota.
Chapter Text
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Naruto’s voice filled the apartment through the speaker of the other’s phone like something warm and familiar.
“…You know, we talk a lot about sex on this podcast. About alphas and omegas and every twisted rule society has forced on us. About consent. About healing. But today, I want to talk about something quieter.”
Sasuke paused in the middle of folding laundry, his fingers tightening around one of Sota’s tiny shirts. He already knew that episode was going to be different. The blonde had said as much when he kissed him goodbye that morning…lips lingering at his lips, voice low.
“New episode drops tonight. I think you might like it.”
Now, hours later, Sasuke sat on the couch with Sota playing in his room, a soft blanket over his lap, folding laundry and his eyes glued to the screen of his tablet.
Naruto’s voice was steady. Thoughtful.
“There’s someone in my life now. I won’t say their name…I would prefer to keep what we have private for now but… they’re brave. Not in the flashy kind of way. Not in the loud kind. But the kind that gets up every day and keeps going. The kind that puts someone else’s happiness above their own, even when they’re tired or scared or hurting.”
The raven-head could already feel the burn behind his ears.
“I didn’t think I could fall in love with someone like that. Someone who challenges me just by existing. Who reminds me of all the quiet ways people survive. Who’s gone through so much and still looks at the world like it’s worth trying for.”
He swallowed, jaw tightening.
“I’ve talked a lot on here about the ‘types’ of omegas society praises. The passive ones. The obedient ones. The ones who play into the narrative. But this person of mines… they don’t fit any mold. And thank fuck for that and I mean that in the most respectful way possible. They’re complicated and sharp and gentle all at once. They’re a parent. They’re a fighter. They’re real.”
Sasuke pressed a hand to his face, the heat in his cheeks undeniable now. His fingers trembled slightly where they clutched the unfolded clothes. He hadn’t expected… this.
And then Naruto’s voice lowered…just slightly. “I guess what I’m trying to say is… sometimes, life doesn’t give you what you ask for. It gives you what you need. I didn’t know I needed him. But now that he’s here…I don’t want to imagine life without him.”
The omega’s heart thudded.
There was a long pause on the podcast. And then:
“Anyway. That’s today’s truth.”
The outro music faded in.
Sasuke sat motionless for a long time after.
Then, he slowly leaned forward, dragging a pillow into his lap, face buried in it, and whispered into the fabric, “Idiot…”
He was smiling...widely.
⸻
A week later, the alpha asked if they’d consider traveling with him.
“Just for a few days,” he said, sliding a plate of sliced apples toward Sota. “Out in the countryside. I want you to meet my folks. And a few close friends. I don’t want to rush anything so… only if you want.”
Sasuke blinked, halfway through stirring his son’s miso soup. “You mean…like your family?”
Naruto nodded. “Mhm. Iruka and Kakashi. And the few friends from when I was younger that I’ve told you about. They’ve heard about you too. Not details, but… they know you’re important to me.”
It was a strange feeling…being wanted like this. Not just in private. Not just behind closed doors. But publicly. In people’s homes. Introduced.
The Uchiha looked over at Sota, who was babbling about apple slices and soup and which one he liked more.
He thought about how bright Naruto’s eyes always looked when he talked about Iruka’s cooking. How gently he spoke of Kakashi’s dry humor and his strange way of caring. How fond his smile became when mentioning Sakura and Ino and their son. Shikamaru’s sarcasm. Gaara’s silence.
He didn’t say yes right away.
But that night, as he watched Naruto braid Sota’s hair into two small plaits after bath time…so carefully, so naturally…it was impossible to say no.
⸻
They left two days later.
The alpha did the driving, a playlist of mellow songs humming through the speakers while Sota chattered in the back seat, in a baby car seat he had installed just for the boy who was hugging his fox plush and occasionally dozing off. Sasuke glanced over every so often, catching the way Naruto’s fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel or how he would smile to himself at nothing.
The countryside was lush. Rolling green hills and wide-open skies. Quiet, but not lonely.
The raven-head hadn’t seen this much grass in months.
When they pulled up to the small, two-story farmhouse tucked behind a row of hedges, Sota was the first to scramble out, hopping on the gravel with his fox held high.
The front door swung open a second later.
“About time,” Kakashi said, standing on the porch with one hand tucked lazily into his pants pocket, the other lifting in a lazy wave.
Iruka came up beside his mate, warm and welcoming, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel. His smile brightened at the sight of Naruto.
“Finally,” he said, coming down the steps. “You didn’t get lost, did you?”
Naruto laughed and leaned in for a quick hug. “I never get lost, dad.”
“Mm-hmm,” Iruka hummed, turning to Sasuke. “You must be the one he never shuts up about.”
The omega blinked, face heating.
“And this,” Iruka crouched slightly, smiling at the toddler, “must be Sota.”
Said boy clutched the blonde’s pant leg, uncertain at first. But Iruka only crouched lower, holding out his hand.
“I made gyoza,” he said conspiratorially. “Special ones with duck-shaped wrappers.”
Sota’s eyes widened. “…weally?”
The older man nodded solemnly. “But only for brave kids.”
The toddler paused for dramatic effect. Then let go of Naruto and marched right into Iruka’s arms.
Kakashi quirked a brow with a smile and looked at the omega. “You’re braver than you look.”
Sasuke didn’t know what to say. But he found himself smiling back anyway.
⸻
Dinner was warm and noisy and strange in the best way.
Iruka served far too much food. Kakashi tossed quiet jokes across the table. Naruto was so relaxed it almost made Sasuke ache.
They sat at a wide wooden table, Sota squished between Sasuke and Naruto, humming happily with a full mouth.
Kakashi poured sake, though the Uchiha declined. The blonde didn’t pressure him.
After dessert, Iruka took Sota to show him the backyard garden. Sasuke could see his son’s shadow bouncing excitedly outside through the window, pointing at something that looked like a tomato bush.
He almost didn’t notice Naruto scoot his chair closer.
“They like you,” he whispered gently.
The other gave him a shy look. “They barely know me.”
“They know I’m happier when you’re around. That’s more than enough for them.”
Sasuke’s heart did that thing again. That quiet, devastating flutter that had no business feeling so sweet.
⸻
The next morning, Naruto drove them to meet his childhood friends.
They gathered at a quiet, local park: shaded by trees, with a small play area and plenty of room for the kids to run around.
Sakura was the first to approach: an alpha with striking pink hair and sharp green eyes that softened the second she saw Naruto.
“You little—,” she said fondly, yanking him into a hug. “You didn’t say they were both gorgeous.”
Ino followed right behind her, blonde, graceful, and holding a small toddler’s hand with a determined scowl. “That’s Haruki. Don’t let the face fool you…he’s a marshmallow once he warms up.”
Haruki blinked solemnly at Sota.
Sota blinked back.
Then, with the eerie intensity that only toddlers could manage, they wordlessly took each other’s hands and wandered toward the sandbox together.
“They’ve decided,” Ino said cheerfully.
Sasuke chuckled under his breath.
Shikamaru arrived minutes later, yawning like he hadn’t slept in a month. “What’s the point of meeting at ten in the morning again?”
Gaara, beside him, offered no greeting…only a polite nod and a cup of tea he handed Sasuke and the others without a word.
The omega took it, mildly bewildered.
“He likes you,” Naruto whispered.
Sasuke blinked. “I didn’t say anything.”
“Still.”
They spent the morning talking: about life, work, parenting, and old stories that made Naruto groan while Sakura cackled.
The Uchiha didn’t try to dominate the conversation. He listened. Watched. And slowly, slowly, he let his guard down.
When he looked over to find Sota crawling through a play tunnel with Haruki cheering behind him, something in his chest softened even further.
They had never been surrounded like this.
His kid, laughing with other children. Sasuke, sitting among people who didn’t ask invasive questions, didn’t leer or judge or assume. People who welcomed with quiet grace or loud affection…but who welcomed all the same.
And Naruto.
Always Naruto.
Hovering near but not smothering. Checking in with small glances. Offering him space but never leaving him alone.
As the sun began to dip behind the trees and the group slowly dispersed, Sasuke realized he hadn’t thought about filming schedules in over 36 hours.
He only thought about now.
⸻
That night, back at the farmhouse, Naruto sat beside Sasuke on the back steps, both of them holding warm mugs of tea as the sky shifted into deep blue.
Inside, Sota had fallen asleep on a pile of couch cushions, Iruka nearby looking over him.
“They really liked you,” the blonde repeated quietly.
Sasuke stared into his tea. “I liked them too.”
Naruto looked over. “You okay?”
He nodded slowly. “Just… not used to this.”
He paused then continued.
“This...” Sasuke waved vaguely toward the open fields, the laughter that had filled the day, the calm in his own body. “…is peace. People who feel safe.”
“You deserve it.”
The omega looked up at him. And something vulnerable passed through his expression before he quietly said:
“I’m still scared sometimes.”
Naruto reached over, gently lacing their fingers. “Me too.”
The other stared at their hands.
“…But I want this,” he said at last. “Not just for Sota. For me too.”
The alpha squeezed his fingers.
“Then we’ll build it. Together.”
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Chapter 13: Let Me See You
Summary:
Sasuke’s heat hits him harder than before. Thankfully, he has an alpha now :)
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
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The calendar blinked back at him:
Fourteen months since Naruto had stumbled across the omega’s page online.
Four months of which since he started courting him in earnest.
The changes were smooth at first: how Sasuke smiled more easily now, how Sota had begun calling Naruto on his phone just to hear the alpha’s voice.
But this…
This wasn’t smooth.
The heat came like a storm in the dead of night.
It wasn’t supposed to happen.
The raven-head had been religious about his suppressants. For years, they’d numbed every cycle to a dull discomfort at best. A manageable ache he could ignore. But after months of slowly weaning off…more out of curiosity and silent hope than anything else, this cycle had hit him like a freight train.
At first, he thought he could handle it. He’d bathed, drank water, curled under the weighted blanket. Sota was fast asleep in the next room, the baby monitor on. Everything should’ve been fine.
But then the nausea hit. Then the ache. Then the tremble that wracked through his legs as his glands swelled painfully and heat pooled low and deep.
He couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.
And worst of all…his omega cried out for Naruto.
His fingers fumbled for the phone instinctively. Sweat dampened the sheets, his shirt clinging to his chest. He didn’t even realize he was whimpering until he heard it echo back at him, pathetic and weak, shameful and needy. The shame only made it worse.
He pressed his contact. It rang once.
Twice.
It was late…too late. Naruto always recorded his podcast this time of night, when the world was quieter.
Still, Sasuke prayed.
And then…
“Hey—babe?” The blonde’s voice crackled through, caught mid-recording. “You okay? What’s wrong?”
There was a pause, just a hitch of breath. That was all Sasuke could manage.
“Babe?”
Then the alpha heard it…just enough.
The breathless sob. The weak whimper. The slight catch of a rutting, choking moan.
Naruto didn’t hesitate.
“Hang tight. I’m coming right now. I promise.”
He ended the call without another word.
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The doorbell rang exactly twenty minutes later. He knew the man probably ran a few red lights since his place was a good thirty-five minutes away.
Sasuke couldn’t make it out of bed. He was curled in the corner, body hot and slick, his scent coating the air so heavily it nearly burned. He’d locked the door earlier, as was habit…but Naruto had the spare key. For emergencies.
This was one.
“Sasuke?” Naruto’s voice was rough, hoarse with urgency, filled with genuine concern. “I’m here.”
He didn’t enter right away. Even in the haze, the omega could hear him doing the responsible thing: setting down his bag, removing his shoes, locking the door behind him.
He was always so careful.
That thought alone brought another sob up Sasuke’s throat.
He didn’t want the man to be careful right now.
He wanted…
“Fuck,” Naruto cursed as soon as he stepped into the bedroom. The scent hit him like a wall. Sasuke’s pheromones were thick in the air: cloying, desperate, potent. The sight of the omega…curled, half-wet from sweat, shirt halfway up his stomach, face buried into the pillow as he shook…was enough to make his own instincts rise.
But he kept them on a leash.
He crouched beside the bed.
“Hey,” Naruto murmured softly, brushing the hair from his lover’s damp forehead. “It’s okay. I’m here…you’re safe baby.”
Sasuke trembled. His voice was hoarse and wet when he managed to whisper, “Don’t talk like that.”
Naruto blinked. “Like what?”
“Like…polite.” His hips shifted restlessly. “I don’t want polite.”
The alpha stilled.
Sasuke’s eyes fluttered open, glassy and red-rimmed. His breath came in soft gasps, chest rising and falling too quickly.
“I need—” Sasuke choked, “You. Not sweet words. Not… restraint.”
Naruto inhaled slowly, trying to keep his instincts reined in. This was Sasuke. Sasuke, who trusted him. Sasuke, who had Sota. Sasuke, who was hurting.
“You’re in pain baby,” the man said, voice lower now, almost guttural. “And I’m not going to do anything you’ll regret after this is over.”
“I won’t regret you,” Sasuke snapped, and then whimpered, voice cracking. “I won’t regret you.”
Naruto’s control faltered.
Not because of lust…but because of the truth behind those words.
The omega was flushed from forehead to chest, sweat beading between his collarbones, legs restless under the sheets. The air practically vibrated with the demand of his heat…and yet, he was still lucid enough to say that.
That broke the man in all the right ways.
He leaned closer, cupping Sasuke’s cheek. “You have to tell me, Sasuke. Directly. Say it.”
The raven-head’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. He licked his lips.
“Hold me. Stay with me…please.” A fresh wave of tears pooled in his lashes. “I can’t breathe without you right now.”
That was enough.
He climbed onto the bed without a second of hesitation, gathering Sasuke into his arms carefully but firmly. The omega melted into him immediately, keening softly as his overheated skin met cooler one.
“I got you,” Naruto whispered, pressing a kiss to his temple, then another behind his ear where his gland was swollen and flushed. “You’re not alone. I’m here.”
Sasuke clutched him with all the strength he had left, burying his face into his neck. The scent of the alpha finally calmed the storm raging inside him…just enough to let him breathe again.
They stayed that way for a long while.
Naruto didn’t rush. He held Sasuke through the worst of it: whispering comfort, fingers carding through damp strands of raven hair. He kissed him when Sasuke reached for him, slowly, deeply…but never once pushed further than the Uchiha’s pace allowed.
He was everywhere Sasuke needed him to be. And nowhere he wasn’t welcome.
When his lover finally fell into a fitful sleep, exhausted from hours of tension, Naruto remained in bed beside him…his hand still stroking down Sasuke’s back in soothing, slow patterns.
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The omega woke just after dawn.
The ache was still there, low and pulsing: less urgent, more manageable now. The worst of the storm had passed for now, but the burn still lingered under his skin, a quiet, simmering heat that hummed along his bones.
Naruto was still there.
Curled behind him, arm slung heavy over his waist, breathing warm against the back of his neck.
Sasuke didn’t remember when he’d fallen asleep. Only that sometime in the night, after the trembling stopped, after the gasping and panting and half-broken sobs faded, Naruto had held him like he was something worth protecting.
The pillow was damp beneath his cheek: sweat, tears, maybe both. But he didn’t feel ashamed of it.
Not anymore.
He exhaled shakily. His throat still felt sore.
“…You’re awake?” he murmured, voice rasped and dry.
Behind him, Naruto stirred. “Yeah. Been up a while. Wasn’t sure if you’d want me to stay.”
Sasuke turned slowly in the circle of his arms. His eyes were puffy, lashes damp. But there was clarity in them now. Awareness.
“You stayed through the worst part,” Sasuke said quietly. “You can stay through the rest.”
Naruto studied him. “You’re still in heat.”
“I know.”
“Still hurting?”
Sasuke hesitated. His fingers reached up to curl into the fabric of Naruto’s shirt.
“A little,” he admitted. “But I’m not scared anymore.”
The alpha’s gaze softened.
“Last night… I wasn’t thinking. It was instinct. Need.” Sasuke’s brows pulled together. “But right now, I am thinking.”
Naruto swallowed hard. “Yeah?”
The raven-head leaned forward slightly, his nose brushing the underside of the other’s jaw. He inhaled deeply…Naruto’s scent was grounding, clean and warm like cedar and sun-warmed spice. It blanketed his own in ways that soothed more than inflamed.
“I want you to touch me,” he finally whispered. “Because I want you to. Not just because my body’s screaming for it.”
Naruto didn’t answer with words.
He kissed Sasuke instead.
Slow and steady.
Not frantic. Not hurried.
Just lips on lips, soft and grounding: breathing into each other like they were syncing heartbeats.
Sasuke melted into it, moaning low against his mouth, hands curling into the alpha’s shirt, gripping tight as if that alone could anchor him.
When they broke apart, the blonde looked down at him, eyes dark and searching. “Tell me if anything feels wrong,” he murmured. “If you want to stop, we stop.”
Sasuke nodded.
“I trust you,” he said, and those three words felt bigger than anything they’d done yet.
Naruto kissed him again…then began trailing his lips down the omega’s jaw, his throat, lower. He uncurled Sasuke gently from the sheets, guiding him onto his back fully. The Uchiha’s skin was flushed, still burning with heat, but his eyes were sharp now. Present.
The alpha peeled the sweat-soaked shirt from his body slowly, reverently, tossing it aside without breaking contact.
Sasuke looked up at him, chest rising and falling, nipples already stiff and sensitive from hours of untouched stimulation. His thighs shifted restlessly, already damp between them.
Naruto’s mouth dipped down to one nipple, circling it with his tongue before sucking lightly.
His lover gasped, hips twitching. “A-ah!”
“You okay?” The man asked against his skin.
“Don’t stop.”
The alpha didn’t.
He licked, kissed, bit gently…just enough to make him whimper. Then he kissed his way down, across his stomach, where sweat still clung in glistening beads.
Sasuke was trembling now, one hand fisting the sheets, the other in blonde hair.
When Naruto reached the waistband of his shorts, he paused.
“Can I see you?” he asked, patiently.
Sasuke bit his lip, then nodded.
The alpha peeled the shorts down slowly. Sasuke’s cock was already leaking, flushed deep red, the scent of slick permeating the air. He groaned quietly at the sight of him: so wet, so open, even without being touched.
Naruto leaned down and licked a slow stripe up the underside of his lover’s cock.
Sasuke arched off the bed.
“N-Naruto!”
“Relax,” said man whispered, one hand pressing against his belly to keep him grounded. “Let me make you feel good.”
And then he took him into his mouth.
Hot, wet heat.
The omega cried out, hips jerking, thighs clenching around the man’s shoulders. But Naruto was strong, steady…hands bracketing his hips, keeping him from bucking too hard.
His mouth moved with maddening precision: sucking gently, tongue pressing against the sensitive underside, swallowing every twitch and moan the other gave him.
Sasuke had never been touched like this. Not with reverence. Not with care.
It definitely wasn’t his first time.
He had been fucked before. Watched. But never seen like this.
Never felt like he mattered.
His hand tangled deeper in Naruto’s hair, tugging. “I—I’m close—don’t…”
The alpha sucked harder, moaned around him, and that was it.
Sasuke came with a cry that nearly tore his throat.
His back arched, vision white-hot.
Naruto didn’t stop until he’d swallowed and lapped up everything.
When he finally pulled back, he kissed his lover’s trembling inner thigh, murmuring something soft that the other couldn’t even hear over the thrum in his ears.
Still dazed, still breathless, the raven-head blinked slowly, chest rising and falling with shaky effort. His limbs were heavy, but not unwilling. After a few seconds, he shifted…just slightly…reaching out a hand toward Naruto.
He saw it, the obvious bulge tenting the man’s sweats. And even through the haze, Sasuke could feel the way the scent of want clung thickly between them, mixing with his own.
“I can…” he rasped, fingers brushing over the alpha’s stomach, “I can help you too.”
But Naruto caught his wrist gently and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of his hand.
“You don’t have to,” he murmured. “I’m okay.”
Sasuke frowned faintly. “But—”
“I mean it,” the blonde responded. “You needed me. That’s enough. Just rest.”
The way he said it left no room for guilt, only warmth. Only quiet reassurance that Sasuke was allowed to receive, to be cared for, without owing anything back.
And he… let go.
Let himself fall back against the mattress, muscles giving in at last.
His lover leaned and kissed him again.
“I like you like this,” Naruto whispered. “Not because of what you give me. But because of what you let me see and give you.”
Sasuke’s eyes filled with tears.
He pulled the alpha close and whispered back
“Then don’t ever look away.”
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Notes:
The next two chapters will be out tomorrow. Also I will respond to everyone’s comment soon…but just know I have read every single one and appreciate it dearly. Please stay tuned <3
With Love,
mixciii~
Chapter 14: Caught In The Frame
Summary:
Sasuke’s heat is over and they get back to their own schedules.
The omega starts recording a new vid for his OF only to be walked in by no other than Naruto.
Things get heated ;)
Chapter Text
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It had been three days since the last wave of Sasuke’s heat crested and broke.
The soreness still lingered in faint echoes across his hips, and his scent was finally stabilizing…back to something soft and balanced, no longer blazing with pheromonal distress. The bedding had been stripped and washed. The bedroom aired out. Life had resumed.
Sota was back to waking up early, tugging on his mama’s hand for cereal and story time. Naruto had gone back to his place temporarily to catch up on podcast scheduling and a couple interviews he’d pushed off. And Sasuke…he went back to work.
OnlyFans was still his primary income source. As much as his lover loathed the system that made it the best option for him, the raven-head had made peace with it. He wasn’t helpless. He wasn’t ashamed anymore.
Even when it felt like nothing more than survival: money for rent, food, diapers…he never half-assed his work. His videos were curated, edited with precision, and always faceless. Lighting was soft but clear. Angles calculated. Toys used when needed. And his body: always clean, always appealing. Nothing raw, nothing unscripted. Even his orgasms had once been carefully directed, his breath stuttered on cue, his spine arched at just the right second. Artful, detached, clinical.
But that was before.
Before the voice messages and daily calls. Before late night conversations and the childish giggles over the phone. Before Naruto’s steady voice told him every morning, “You’re doing great.” Before hands that knew how to touch him without claiming him, how to steady him through something as primal and painful as heat, and hold him afterward like he was worth something.
Before intimacy became real.
Sasuke didn’t fake, more so than before. Not the moans, not the climax, not the way his back curved when it hit. His videos remained faceless, but everything else had changed. His breathing now stuttered for real. His thighs shook. His hands clawed at sheets that weren’t there for effect but out of necessity.
The camera rolled in silence as he lay back on his bed, one arm bent under his head, the other teasing over the trail of fine hair leading below his navel. No toys tonight. Just skin. Just fingers. Just need.
His black tank top clung damply to his chest, the fabric sticking from the heat of his body. He wore a loose pair of gray sweats, the waistband already lowered just below his hip bones. His lips parted. His eyes were closed.
A slow, honest buildup.
He didn’t speak much in his videos…but the silence was intimate in a way that words would only cheapen. The camera was positioned high enough to capture his body from chest to thigh, angled slightly down so his face remained a shadowed suggestion, not a full reveal. Subscribers didn’t need to see him to know he was real. They’d knew from the voice recording that he was…and that he already had an alpha.
The lights were low. The camera caught enough. Sasuke let his fingers trail lower, grazing himself over the fabric. He exhaled, slow. Not performative. Just real.
His head tipped back as his hand slid beneath the waistband…and that was when the door opened.
The omega froze.
He turned his head sharply and saw his lover step into the room, quiet as always, holding a bottle of water.
“Oh—fuck,” Naruto blinked. “You’re filming?”
Sasuke’s breath caught. His hand stilled.
“I didn’t think you’d still be up,” the man said, voice soft, unreadable.
“I—I am,” the other mumbled, eyes wide. “But I can stop.”
Naruto didn’t move. His eyes flicked toward the camera and then back to his face.
“I don’t want you to stop,” he said after a moment.
That made the Uchiha’s pulse spike.
“You don’t…?”
Naruto stepped closer. “Can I watch?”
Sasuke swallowed, cheeks flushing. “You already do.”
The blonde chuckled, low in his throat. “No—I mean really watch.”
He tilted his head toward the camera again, then back at Sasuke. “With the camera still rolling.”
The other’s lips parted. “You…want to be in it?”
“I want to see you,” he said quietly. “I want to watch you unravel… knowing it’s because of me. But only if you say yes.”
Sasuke blinked, stunned.
They had touched before: held, kissed, slept in each other’s arms. Naruto had seen him at his lowest, his most vulnerable. But this… being filmed together, on his own channel? That was another level entirely.
“You’re sure?” He asked.
Naruto stepped in, his body warm even before he touched the bed.
“I’ve been sure about you for a long time,” he said.
Sasuke nodded slowly, chest fluttering, thighs tense. He shifted on the mattress, his legs slightly parting to make space. “Okay.”
The man’s eyes darkened.
“Camera’s rolling,” Sasuke reminded, just in case. His body tensed again. “You can still back out.”
But the alpha leaned over and kissed him instead. Just once, right beside his mouth, where the light wouldn’t capture it.
“I’m not backing out of you,” he whispered, voice low and reverent.
Then he tugged off his shirt.
The omega stared, heat pulsing through him in waves.
He didn’t try to control the moan that escaped his throat when Naruto’s hand touched the waistband of his sweats, thumbs brushing over skin like a promise.
The man didn’t rush. He knelt between him, on camera but angled so his own face was still hidden, just like Sasuke’s. He kissed the inside of his thigh, slow and indulgent, before pulling the waistband lower.
The raven-head sucked in a breath as his cock sprang free, already hard from earlier. He felt like he was vibrating beneath his own skin.
Naruto looked up once, silently asking again. He nodded.
And then the alpha leaned in and took him into his mouth.
The first drag of tongue over flesh made his legs tremble. His hand flew to Naruto’s hair: not to guide, not to push, but just to hold. To anchor.
His lover moaned low in his throat and Sasuke nearly came from just that sound alone.
The camera caught everything.
The slick glide. The wet sounds. His shivering thighs. His fingers trembling against the bed. His voice raw, no longer controlled, no longer measured for any effect.
Just Sasuke.
Breathless, aroused, unraveling under the mouth of someone who knew him.
Naruto sucked him slow, deliberately, letting the omega roll his hips in small movements, chasing friction. He pulled off just once to murmur, “You taste so fucking good,” before going right back down.
He came with a broken moan, hips jolting, thighs tense. He spilled over his lover’s tongue, gasping for breath, one hand fisted tight in the sheets, the other still lost in blonde hair.
It took several long seconds for him to come back to himself.
Naruto kissed the inside of his knee. “Still okay?”
Sasuke nodded weakly, eyes fluttering open. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Still okay.”
The camera was still recording.
Neither of them moved to turn it off just yet.
And in the aftermath, with the air thick and warm, the alpha simply leaned over and kissed the shell of his ear.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered.
Sasuke’s heart squeezed.
It wasn’t just the orgasm. It wasn’t just the physicality of it all.
It was the truth behind every word. The care behind every touch. The choice to be seen…and feeling worthy.
When he finally reached over to turn off the camera, the Uchiha felt calm. Whole.
Yes, he would mute the talking parts and blur Naruto’s face out entirely for privacy reasons but…
This wasn’t just content anymore.
It was connection.
And for the first time since he started this life, Sasuke didn’t feel like he was performing for survival.
He was being chosen…again and again…and loved through the lens of it all.
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Chapter 15: The Words I Never Thought I’d Say Again
Summary:
It’s Sota’s third birthday and Naruto plans out the entire party. Sasuke feels warm and so happy seeing his son and lover together.
Then we get more backstory from Sasuke which is followed by them taking a next step in their relationship :)
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
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The morning of Sota’s third birthday started with laughter echoing off the apartment walls.
Balloons bobbed around the living room. Streamers twisted from the ceiling. A large “3” balloon floated near the windows, tugging gently at its ribbon every time a breeze slipped in through the cracked glass. The smell of a confetti vanilla cake drifted from the kitchen, blending with the crisp scent of fresh fruit and the soft undertone of sugar icing.
Naruto stood in the middle of it all, arms crossed with a proud grin on his face. His shirt was stained with frosting, and there were several colorful stickers stuck haphazardly to his jeans: courtesy of Sota, who had taken great pride in “decorating” his favorite alpha.
“Okay,” the blonde said, turning toward the toddler who was currently bouncing in place on the couch cushions. “What’s next, boss?”
“Piyata!” Sota shrieked, tiny arms flailing.
Naruto barked out a laugh. “You got it, little man.”
Sasuke leaned against the doorframe, watching it all unfold: watching them. His heart felt swollen in his chest, the kind of full that ached just behind the ribs. The apartment had never been this loud. Never this alive. And it was because the alpha had taken over.
Not in a way that felt forceful. Not like someone barging in to control things.
But like someone who belonged there.
Naruto had coordinated the whole party. He’d bought decorations, made the cake from scratch, and even gotten Kakashi and Iruka to help him set up the outside area with shaded picnic tables and a bounce castle. He brought food, drinks, party favors…he even made a playlist of kid-friendly songs that didn’t suck.
It was so much more than Sasuke ever expected. So much more than he’d ever had.
“You okay?” The blonde asked gently, appearing beside him without warning. His hand brushed lightly against Sasuke’s lower back.
The omega nodded, clearing his throat. “Yeah. Just… watching.”
Naruto didn’t press. He just leaned in close and bumped their shoulders together before stepping forward to wrangle the piñata rope. Sasuke watched as Sota darted after him, giggling and chattering in excited bursts. He watched the way Naruto crouched low to meet the boy’s eye, laughing with him, letting him tug at his sleeves and whisper secrets in his ear like they’d known each other forever.
And maybe they had.
In their own strange way.
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The birthday party was held under the soft shade of tall trees and the gentle stretch of a blue summer sky. The breeze kept things cool. The sun filtered through the leaves in golden patches. And Sota looked radiant with joy: dressed in a new frog-print outfit and a paper crown that read “BIRTHDAY KING.”
Sasuke found himself surrounded.
Kakashi and Iruka were the first to arrive, each holding brightly wrapped gifts and wearing soft smiles. Iruka immediately swooped Sota into a tight hug, spinning him gently while Kakashi offered the omega a wink and a nod.
Then came the others.
Sakura and Ino with their son Haruki: who immediately tackled Sota into a hug before they moved on to play in the bounce castle with the women.
Shikamaru and Gaara strolled in last, bringing a puzzle set and a handmade stuffed bear that the red head admitted took him three whole days to stitch.
And somehow… it all felt natural. Like these people had always been around.
The raven-head drifted toward Naruto in the middle of the party. He tugged on the sleeve of his shirt, not quite meeting his eyes.
“Can we talk?” he asked softly.
The alpha immediately stepped away from the conversation he was having with Kakashi and followed him toward the shade of a large tree near the fence of the apartment. The noise faded slightly…just enough for Sasuke to breathe.
“I wanted to thank you,” he began, voice quiet. “For today. For… everything, really.”
Naruto tilted his head. “You know you don’t have to thank me.”
“I do,” he said, his eyes on the grass. “You didn’t have to do all this. But you did. And not just for Sota. For me, too.”
The blonde stepped closer, his voice dipping into something gentler. “You’re my life now, Sasuke. You and Sota. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do.”
Sasuke swallowed hard. The sun dappled across Naruto’s face. “I never thought I’d have this.”
“This?”
“Family,” he whispered.
The alpha waited, sensing there was more.
Sasuke exhaled slowly. “I never told you what happened. Why I was alone when I had Sota. Why I didn’t have anyone.”
“You don’t have to—”
“I want to.”
The other went still.
The Uchiha looked away, his voice tightening. “When I presented as an omega, my parents were ashamed. They’d always expected greatness from me: Uchiha pride, all that bullshit. I was meant to be a leader, a future head of their business. But omegas didn’t lead, not in this world.”
Naruto’s jaw clenched, but he stayed silent.
“They told me to hide it. To suppress. I did for a while. But when I came out…really came out…they… disowned me. Cut all ties. I moved out. Tried to make something for myself.” He smiled bitterly. “That’s when I met him. Sota’s father.”
Naruto’s hands balled into fists.
“He made promises. Told me we’d be a family. I was so desperate to believe it.” Sasuke scoffed. “And then I got pregnant. And well… you know the rest.”
His lover cursed under his breath.
Sasuke’s voice cracked. “I raised Sota by myself. No family. No partner. Just me and this little boy who needed me. I did what I had to. Made money however I could. I don’t regret it. But… it was lonely.”
The blonde reached out, gripping his hand. “You’re not alone anymore.”
The raven-head’s throat bobbed. “It feels strange. Having people here. I’m still getting used to watching my baby play with other kids. Seeing you laughing with my son like he’s yours.”
Naruto smiled at that. “I love him. I love you.”
Sasuke looked up, startled.
Naruto brushed a thumb across his cheek. “You don’t have to say it back. But I need you to know… this isn’t temporary. I want to be here. I am here.”
The omega didn’t speak, but he stepped forward…closing the distance between them, resting his forehead against his lover’s. They stood there, wrapped in quiet, until the toddler shrieked in delight and Sasuke pulled back, smiling softly.
“Come on,” he murmured. “We’ll miss the cake.”
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The sun dipped low on the horizon. The guests had slowly trickled out, leaving behind leftover cake, popped balloons, and a floor strewn with wrapping paper. Sota was curled up in the center of the couch, half-asleep with a dinosaur plush tucked under his arm and frosting still smudged across his cheek.
The alpha crouched down beside him, brushing his hair back.
“He had a good day,” he said.
Sasuke stood at the kitchen counter, sipping from a glass of water. His voice was raw with emotion. “The best.”
Naruto looked up. “So did I.”
His lover set the glass down, walking slowly toward him. “Hey.”
The blonde stood.
“Thank you again,” he said again, this time more soft.
Naruto leaned in, lips brushing gently over his. It was soft. Unrushed. Full of warmth.
When they pulled back, the omega lingered, eyes closed, breath brushing against the other’s lips. His fingers were curled in the fabric of Naruto’s shirt, not quite ready to let go. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
“I think,” Sasuke whispered, trembling just slightly, “I’m falling in love with you.”
The blonde didn’t move. He waited, heart pounding, cerulean eyes searching every line of Sasuke’s face.
But the omega wasn’t finished.
He opened his eyes slowly, gaze locking with Naruto’s. “No. That’s not right.”
The alpha blinked, chest tightening…but the other only leaned closer.
“I do love you,” Sasuke said, voice steadier now. “I love how you look at me like I’m not broken. I love how you talk to Sota like he’s yours. I love that you remembered he hates chocolate frosting and gave him the biggest slice of his cake because he said he was the king.”
Naruto’s breath hitched.
“I love that you listen to me. That you don’t push. That you hold me like I’m something worth holding. I love you,” Sasuke whispered again, softer this time. “So much, it scares me.”
The blonde swallowed hard, but there was nothing but joy swelling in his chest.
“You’re everything I didn’t know I needed,” his lover finished, words tumbling past the defenses he’d held for years. “And I’ve spent so long thinking I had to do this alone. That I couldn’t trust anyone anymore. But you… you changed that.”
Naruto cupped his jaw, his thumb stroking beneath the omega’s cheekbone, reverent. His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke.
“I’ve loved you for quite some time, baby. Probably longer than I even realized. But hearing you say it back…” He shook his head, laughing under his breath. “I’m never letting you go.”
“You better not,” Sasuke muttered, and let himself fall into the alpha’s arms.
And Naruto held him there: firm, unshakable…while the room glowed in the soft light of late evening. The remnants of the birthday still clung to the air: faint laughter, a half-eaten slice of cake, balloons gently bobbing in the corners.
Sota snored softly from the couch.
And Sasuke…wrapped in warmth and safety and the quiet, fierce love of someone who chose him, always…finally let himself believe this was all real…fully.
He wasn’t alone.
He wasn’t unloved.
He wasn’t surviving.
He was living.
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Notes:
As per usual, next two chapters will be out tomorrow so please stay tuned.
With Love,
mixciii~
Chapter 16: Yours, Always
Summary:
It’s been almost two years since knowing each other: 10 months of which that they’ve been a couple / courting so Naruto decides to take their relationship to the last and final step so he asks Sasuke….
Chapter Text
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It had been almost two years.
Exactly twenty months since a curious click on an anonymous video changed everything. Since Naruto stumbled upon a faceless omega on OnlyFans who moved with quiet desperation: who didn’t moan like he enjoyed it but like it was the only way he knew how to be seen. Since that first private message. Since those first months of polite conversations and hesitant laughter, before they ever met face to face.
Now Sasuke sat on the bed of a private cabin in a quiet part of the countryside, sunlight leaking through the window, soft against his bare shoulder. The space smelled like lavender and cedarwood. Everything was peaceful.
Everything was intentional.
The blonde had planned it all: days in advance, apparently. He’d arranged for Iruka and Kakashi to take Sota for the weekend with zero protest. The boy had thrown himself into Iruka’s arms and waved at them from the car window with sticky fingers and his favorite plushie in hand. Sasuke had managed a goodbye before his lover gently pulled him along, kissing the shell of his ear as they drove out of the city.
No details were spared. The blonde had even packed for him.
The cabin was small but beautiful, with a private hot spring behind it and a deep soaking tub. A wood-burning fireplace. A full kitchen they hadn’t touched because he insisted on doing everything himself.
The omega had woken the next morning to breakfast on a tray: grilled rice balls, miso soup, sliced fruit, and coffee. Fresh peonies on the bedside table. A quiet little note written in Naruto’s handwriting.
“This time with you is still not enough. I need you forever.”
Sasuke had stared at it until his throat closed.
Naruto was still bustling in the kitchen now. He didn’t need help. He made that very clear. “Just relax,” he kept insisting every time the raven-head got up to do something. “Today’s our day to just relax. Let me spoil you.”
“You spoil me every day,” he had muttered once.
The alpha only kissed his hair and smiled.
The day passed in a haze of gentleness. They bathed together in the spring, quiet and close, steam curling around their limbs like a blanket. Naruto didn’t try anything. Just held Sasuke in his arms, humming low and soft against the omega’s ear. Sasuke rested his head on Naruto’s chest and listened to his heartbeat.
He still wasn’t used to this kind of love.
There had been no role to perform. No camera. No tips to earn. Just warm hands and a quiet cabin.
By the time dinner rolled around: an actual three-course meal that the man proudly plated himself…they were both flushed from the wine and full from laughter. They curled on the couch afterward, Sasuke tucked between Naruto’s legs, head on his shoulder, one of the blonde’s arms resting around his waist.
“You’re so calm today,” his lover had said quietly, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear.
“I’m happy,” Sasuke admitted. “Still not sure I deserve it… but I’m trying.”
Naruto pressed a kiss to the side of his head. “You more than deserve it.”
They sat like that for a while, letting the silence speak for them. Outside, cicadas hummed. A breeze fluttered through the open window. Inside, only the sound of soft breathing and a heart quietly falling in love again and again.
Eventually, the alpha shifted, pressing his lips to Sasuke’s neck. “I brought something.”
The other tilted his head slightly. “A gift?”
The man reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small jewelry box.
“I didn’t want to make a huge deal out of it,” he said softly, opening it slowly. Inside lay a braided leather cord with a simple silver pendant. No gemstones. No flare. Just solid, quiet intention.
“It’s not fancy,” he went on. “But I had it made by someone who understands ABO traditions. It’s a courting present. I wanted to give it to you before I asked…”
He paused. Sasuke could feel his heart pounding.
“Before you asked…?”
Naruto exhaled shakily and met onyx eyes.
“I wish to mate with you.”
The words dropped between them like thunder. Not loud, not harsh: but heavy with truth.
“I want to make what we have permanent. Sota, you, me. I want you to be mine in the way that no one can take from us. In the way that marks you…and marks me, too. If you’ll have me.”
Sasuke’s throat closed immediately.
He stared at the alpha, then at the pendant, and then back at the man who’d slowly, painfully, gently changed his life.
He tried to speak, but nothing came out. His lips trembled.
And then…
He started crying.
Not dainty, polite tears: but the kind that curled his shoulders forward, shaking his chest. Years of doubt and shame and loneliness cracking open inside him. Years of wondering if he’d ever be more than a body on a screen. If he’d ever be loved. If Sota would ever have a real family.
Naruto didn’t panic. He didn’t rush him.
He simply set the box aside and reached forward, pulling him into his lap, holding him there with slow, grounding touches. He kissed his damp cheeks. Rubbed soothing circles into his back. Whispered, “I’ve got you,” again and again, like a mantra.
Sasuke buried his face in the man’s shirt, gripping it tightly.
“You want me?” he whispered. “All of me?”
“All of you,” Naruto said without hesitation. “Your sharp tongue. Your messy hair. Your mind. Your laugh. Your body. Your past. Your kid.”
Sasuke hiccuped a laugh-cry. “I’m so messed up.”
“You’re healing,” the other corrected gently. “And I’m not perfect either. But I love you. I love you, and I want to mate with you. Only if you want that too.”
Sasuke lifted his head. His face was soaked and red, but his eyes were clear.
“I do,” he said softly. “I want to. I want to be yours. Completely.”
The blonde smiled, a little shakily now too. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Sasuke whispered. “Please.”
Naruto kissed him then: slow, deep, reverent. The kind of kiss that felt like a vow.
When they parted, Sasuke stared up at him, cheeks warm, lips wet. His breath was shaky, hands curling in the fabric of the man’s shirt like he didn’t want to let go.
Naruto swept the omega up with ease: arms looped beneath thighs and back, and carried him through the quiet cabin to the bedroom.
His eyes traced along the omega’s face, eyes honest. “You’re sure?”
He set him down gently on the bed before his lover responded.. “More than sure.”
The omega leaned up to kiss him again, this time with a hunger that made the blonde groan. His hands slid beneath the hem of Naruto’s shirt, nails lightly dragging along his stomach.
“Off,” he whispered, tugging.
The alpha complied. His shirt hit the floor. Then Sasuke’s own followed: slow, peeled over his head like unwrapping something precious. The blonde’s gaze ran over every inch of pale skin revealed, the gentle dip of waist, the light flush high on his cheeks.
“You’re beautiful,” Naruto murmured.
Sasuke rolled his eyes playfully, but his breath caught when his lover bent forward and kissed the space just below his collarbone…then lower, over the curve of his chest. Every press of lips was slow and deliberate, grounding.
They had touched before…been intimate in pieces, but never like this. Never with this complete, unfiltered closeness. This quiet certainty between them.
Naruto kissed his way down his body, mouthing along his ribs, his stomach, kneeling between his legs.
“Relax for me,” the man said gently, hands spreading over his lover’s thighs.
Sasuke’s heart stuttered as he nodded, hips tilting slightly. He’d fantasized about this…had touched himself to the thought of them like this…but the reality undid him completely.
Naruto took his time. Pressed kisses along the inside of his thighs before finally mouthing over the hardening length between them. The raven-head gasped, hands flying to the sheets.
“N-Naruto…”
“Shh,” said man whispered, hot breath against sensitive skin. “Let me take care of you.”
And he did.
Naruto licked a slow stripe up the underside of his cock, then wrapped his mouth around it, taking Sasuke in inch by inch. The sensation was devastating. Warm. Wet. Intimate.
He trembled beneath him, one hand falling to blonde hair, not pushing, just anchoring.
It wasn’t just the physical pleasure: it was the way Naruto did it. Like he was worshiping every part of him. Like it mattered. Like he mattered.
Sasuke cried out when the man sucked a little harder, when his tongue teased just right…and then again when strong hands pulled his legs further apart, exposing more of him.
“Naruto—wait,” he gasped, voice high and breathless.
The alpha pulled back, eyes dark with desire but in full control of himself. “Too much?”
“No,” he said, dazed. “I just—I want you.”
The other’s expression softened instantly.
“Yeah?”
Sasuke reached for him, flushed and already breathless. “I want to feel you. I want you to… to knot me.”
Naruto’s throat worked around a thick swallow. “Sasuke—”
“I’m ready.”
There was no hesitation in his voice. No shame. Just need.
Naruto kissed him again: fiercely, hungrily…then stripped off the rest of their clothes. The smaller man lay bare beneath him, flushed and panting, the slick between his legs already thick and fragrant.
His lover slowed down again, fingers moving gently around his hole, massaging slick against the sensitive entrance. Sasuke arched and whimpered, thighs falling open more with want….with need.
“You’re sensitive,” he murmured.
“I don’t care. I want it. I need you.”
The blonde bent down and kissed the inside of his knee.
His fingers were careful: slow pushes, gentle scissoring, curling in a way that made the omega writhe and moan. Naruto murmured praise the whole time. Called him beautiful. Brave. Said how good he was doing. How soft he was inside.
By the time he removed his fingers, Sasuke was trembling with anticipation, flushed from head to toe, his pupils blown wide.
“Ready?” The alpha whispered.
He nodded, reaching up to wrap his arms around his shoulders. “Please.”
The man positioned himself, one hand steady on Sasuke’s hip, the other guiding his cock to his entrance. The head nudged against slick heat, and for a moment, they both paused…just breathing, trembling.
“Breathe with me,” the blonde whispered, eyes locked on his.
Sasuke nodded, exhaling shakily. His thighs quivered, parted wide and ready, the scent of his arousal rich in the air. There was no more hesitation in his body…only need.
Naruto pressed in…slowly, so slowly.
The tip eased in first, stretching Sasuke open with a tight, warm resistance. He gasped, hands gripping into skin, jaw slack.
The other stilled, letting him adjust. “You okay?”
“Yes!” the raven-head’s voice cracked, his back arching. “Don’t stop.”
He continued to push in, inch by inch, each second taut with tension. Sasuke’s muscles clenched around him instinctively, his body fluttering and wet, slick easing the way, but the pressure was still sharp…overwhelming. Real.
The omega whimpered, biting down on his lower lip, trying to breathe through the stretch.
“God,” Naruto groaned above him, a tremor rippling through his arms. “You feel… unbelievable. So tight… so warm…”
When he bottomed out, hips flush to his lover’s ass, they both froze. Sasuke was panting now, chest rising and falling in staccato waves, eyes wide and unfocused.
Naruto leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth. “You’re taking me so well.”
The other moaned softly, his thighs wrapping loosely around the alpha’s waist.
The first thrust was shallow: testing…just a careful drag of Naruto’s cock inside him, pulling out halfway before sliding back in.
Sasuke gasped, eyes fluttering shut.
Then another.
And another.
Each slow roll of the man’s hips had him keening softly beneath him, his body adjusting, yielding, opening up in trembling waves. The sensation was so different from anything before…not just because of the depth, the stretch, or the pressure…but because it was Naruto. His alpha.
The blonde’s pace remained unhurried, his strokes long and deep, one hand cradling Sasuke’s jaw while the other gripped his hip firmly, anchoring him.
“Look at me,” Naruto said, voice rough but kind. “I want to see you.”
His lover forced his lashes open, meeting his gaze…and it wrecked him. Naruto looked at him like he was something sacred, something cherished, and the ache in his chest spread like fire.
“Na–ruto…” he whispered, breath hitching.
Said man bent and kissed him deeply, still rocking into him with controlled, tender movements. The raven-head kissed him back desperately, hands now gripping the other’s shoulders, nails digging into the hard muscle there.
Their bodies slid together: skin against skin, breath mingling. Sasuke’s moans grew louder, more desperate with each roll of his alpha’s hips. His cock throbbed, untouched, pinned between their stomachs, leaking messily with every thrust.
Naruto began to angle his hips, searching…and then he found it.
The Uchiha cried out, his whole body arching. “Th-there—fuck, right there!”
The blonde growled low in his throat, hips grinding forward again in that same spot, again and again, until Sasuke was sobbing softly, overwhelmed.
“Can feel you pulsing around me,” he rasped. “You’re perfect.”
The smaller man couldn’t speak. Could only cling to him, breathless, legs trembling around Naruto’s waist, pleasure cresting fast and sharp and deep in his gut.
And still, the alpha moved with control. Every thrust deliberate. Deep. Measured. Like he wanted to draw out the moment until his lover broke.
And Sasuke was breaking.
Unraveling.
He clung to him, overwhelmed by the flood of sensation and emotion crashing through every fiber of his being.
“I love you,” he whispered, voice raw and cracking with vulnerability. “I love you so fucking much.”
Naruto’s hips faltered for a heartbeat, then slowed their rhythm, grounding himself alongside the omega. He leaned in, their foreheads touching, breaths mingling in the dim light.
“I love you too,” he breathed back, voice thick with feeling. “So much. So much that sometimes it hurts me… the thought of losing you.”
Their eyes locked, swimming with unshed tears and unspoken promises. They kissed again: wet, messy, desperate…a kiss that bled every ounce of longing and devotion they’d carried inside for months.
When Sasuke finally pulled back, eyes heavy-lidded and glistening with moisture, he whispered, trembling, “I’m ready….mark me.”
The alpha’s gaze softened but deepened with reverence. His hand brushed his cheek as he asked quietly, “Are you sure? This isn’t just a mark…it’s forever. It binds us. There’s no undoing it.”
The omega’s breath hitched, his fingers clutching his wrist tightly.
“I’m sure,” he said with quiet conviction. “I can’t wait any longer. I want to be yours. Completely.”
Naruto nodded, the weight of the moment settling over them like a sacred vow. He shifted, positioning himself carefully.
With a tenderness that belied the intensity of the act, he leaned down…pressing light kisses along the skin before he slowly sank his teeth gently into the scent gland at the crook of Sasuke’s neck.
The bite was sharp, searing…a burn that quickly bloomed into a fiery warmth radiating through the Uchiha’s body.
In that instant, everything inside him broke open…fully this time.
Pain, pleasure, love, and belonging collided, tearing down every wall he’d built, every doubt he’d harbored.
He cried out, voice raw, as the bond sealed itself: an invisible thread entwining their souls.
Naruto held him steady, whispering soothing words into his ear, his grip firm yet gentle.
“This is our forever,” he murmured. “You’re mine, Sasuke. And I’m yours.”
His lover’s fingers tangled in blonde hair as the world narrowed to the two of them: bonded, unbreakable, complete.
A few moments after, the man pulled back just enough to meet his omega’s gaze, his eyes searching: soft, earnest, vulnerable in a way few had ever seen.
“This bond,” Naruto started quietly, his voice low and steady, “it’s not just about me marking you. It’s about us. Both of us.”
He reached up, fingers brushing gently over the fresh mark on Sasuke’s neck. “I want you to mark me too.”
The raven-head blinked, surprise flickering across his face. He’d never heard of an alpha asking their omega for their mark: usually, it was only one-sided. But here was Naruto…his alpha…asking him, trusting him.
The weight of that trust, that fairness, that honesty, hit him like a wave. His heart thudded painfully in his chest.
“Are you sure?” He whispered, voice thick with emotion.
The blonde nodded without hesitation. “More sure than anything in my life. I want to share this bond with you completely. No secrets. No halves.”
Sasuke’s hands trembled slightly as he reached for his mate’s neck, fingers tracing the taut skin just below his jaw.
He swallowed hard, then leaned in, teeth sinking gently into the same spot on Naruto’s neck where Naruto had marked him: delicate but sure.
A warmth bloomed through the alpha’s body, his breath hitching as their bond sealed in both directions, an unbreakable promise.
After, they collapsed together, hearts pounding in unison, breath mingling, knot in place.
Forever intertwined.
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Chapter 17: The Name That Sealed Us
Summary:
Sota has something to say after his mama and Naruto comes back for him.
Everyone is stunned at the toddler.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
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The sun had barely climbed when Naruto shifted the car into park in front of his parents home. The quaint, country-style house looked the same as always: its porch decorated with potted flowers, wind chimes dancing lazily in the breeze. But inside Naruto, something fundamental had changed.
He was mated.
Mated to Sasuke.
And everything felt different. Sharper. Quieter. Like the world had slowed just enough for him to notice every breath he took beside the man he loved.
The omega sat beside him in the passenger seat, quiet, fingers laced in his as they both stared out the windshield. His mark: raw and a little red, but already healing beautifully…was tucked just beneath the collar of his soft sweater. Naruto’s own was just as visible, and though the raven-head had hesitated to press his teeth into his the night before, in the end, he’d done it. He’d made his claim. The blonde had never felt more cherished.
“You ready?” He asked quietly, squeezing his hand.
Sasuke’s lashes lifted slowly. His eyes held that peaceful glow he’d carried since dawn. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I just… I missed him.”
Naruto nodded, his chest tightening with something warm and soft. “Me too.”
They walked up the steps together, hand-in-hand, and the front door opened before they could knock.
Iruka stood there, grinning like he’d been waiting all morning.
“Well, look who’s glowing,” he teased, eyes flicking between them. “Come in. He’s just finishing his snack.”
The alpha gave his lover’s hand one last squeeze before releasing it and stepping inside. The moment Sasuke crossed the threshold, Kakashi was there too: arms crossed, smile easy.
But then he caught sight of the mark on his neck.
Kakashi froze. Iruka, having now caught it too, slowly turned…and when they both spotted the second mark on Naruto’s too, the room stilled.
“You—” Iruka blinked. “You actually did it?”
Sasuke flushed instantly. His hand lifted in an automatic motion to cover the mark, but his mate gently caught his wrist.
“No hiding,” he said quietly, just for him.
Kakashi broke into a grin. “I knew it. I fucking knew it.”
Iruka looked like he might cry. “Sasuke,” he said, walking up to him, gently taking both of his hands. “You have no idea how happy I am that our son found someone like you.”
The omega’s throat bobbed. He opened his mouth, but the words caught. His lashes fluttered, and his eyes shimmered.
“I—thank you,” he said, voice soft. “I’m… really happy too.”
“And we can tell,” the silver-headed man added, winking as he pointed subtly at Sasuke’s scent gland. “The whole damn house smells like your bond.”
He turned crimson.
But before anyone could tease him more, the sound of tiny feet echoed down the hallway.
“Mama!”
Sota came running in, arms spread wide, mouth sticky with crumbs. Sasuke dropped to a crouch just in time to catch him, folding him into his arms with a tight, shaky breath.
“Hey, baby,” he whispered, holding him close, rocking him gently. “Did you miss me?”
The toddler nodded against his shoulder. “Mama smell diffwant,” he mumbled, nose scrunching.
Sasuke laughed softly and kissed the crown of his head. “Do I smell bad?”
“No.” Sota pulled back just enough to look at him, then turned to Naruto. His little nose twitched again. “Mama smell wike Papa.”
The omega blinked. “Sota!?!”
“Papa!” The boy said again, more confidently this time. He pointed straight at Naruto with a beaming smile. “‘Ruto papa now!”
The room froze.
Even Kakashi and Iruka fell into stunned silence.
The blonde’s breath caught in his throat.
Sasuke stared at his son, lips parted in pure disbelief. “Sota…” he began, but his voice cracked. “You…what did you say?”
The toddler turned in his hold and reached his chubby arms toward Naruto. “Papa!”
The alpha dropped to his knees so fast it startled everyone. He gathered the boy into his arms, voice trembling.
“Yeah,” he whispered, pressing kisses to his cheek, his temple, his nose. “Yeah, sweetheart. I’m your Papa now.”
Sota giggled, arms locking around his neck as he squished his face into Naruto’s shoulder.
Sasuke covered his mouth with one hand, shaking from how hard he was trying not to sob.
Iruka did cry. He turned, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand as Kakashi silently slipped an arm around his waist and kissed his temple.
The blonde sat on the floor with Sota in his lap, burying his face into the toddler’s hair. His shoulders trembled. Sasuke crawled over slowly, sitting beside them, and when Naruto looked up, eyes glassy, his mate leaned in and pressed their foreheads together.
“I didn’t teach him to say that,” he whispered, voice breaking. “He just… he knew.”
“I know,” the man choked. “He could smell it. He could smell how happy you are.”
Sota snuggled tighter between them, completely unaware of the storm of love he’d just dropped into the room.
Naruto pulled Sasuke into his arms too. They sat there, the three of them, wrapped in each other.
A family.
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Later that afternoon, the five of them gathered in the living room. The boy played with his blocks while Iruka prepared tea and Kakashi sat on the couch, still grinning.
“You know,” the silver-head started, glancing at the omega. “When Naruto first told us about you… I had a feeling.”
Sasuke raised a brow. “What kind of feeling?”
“The kind that said, ‘this guy is going to ruin him for anyone else.’ And I was right.”
The raven-head laughed, looking down into his tea.
“Ruin me?” Naruto scoffed. “He rebuilt me.”
Iruka smiled, setting a plate of cookies on the table. “And now you’re a whole unit.”
Sasuke looked over his mate, who leaned against him casually, arm draped along the back of the couch. His heart squeezed.
Later, when they were alone in the car, Sota dozing in his seat and the sky turning gold outside, Naruto reached over and held his hand again.
The omega looked down at their linked fingers, then at the rearview mirror where his…their son slept peacefully.
“You okay?” Naruto asked.
Sasuke nodded. Then he shook his head. “No. I mean… I’m overwhelmed.”
His lover glanced at him, concern softening his features.
“But in a good way,” he whispered.
Naruto smiled, lifting their hand to kiss his knuckles. “You deserve good things.”
Sasuke stared at him, eyes wide and vulnerable. “Even after the things I did? Even with—OnlyFans? My past? How do you and your family…your friends just accept me like this?”
“We accept all of it,” Naruto said. “They love you…I love you. As you are. As you’ve been. As you will be.”
The omega’s throat tightened. He blinked rapidly and gave a watery laugh.
“God, you make it really hard not to cry all the time.”
The alpha grinned and leaned over the console to briefly kiss him. “That’s alright. I’ll kiss every tear.”
Sasuke didn’t say anything.
He didn’t have to.
His hand squeezed tighter around his mate’s, and the warmth in his chest bloomed like something permanent.
Like home.
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Notes:
Next upload is tomorrow my darlings. Stay Tuned <3
With Love,
mixciii~
Chapter 18: Yours, Always
Summary:
Sasuke makes a decision that will change their lives. Naruto as per usual is a very supportive mate.
Chapter Text
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The decision wasn’t made in a moment.
It lingered, heavy and quiet, sitting on Sasuke’s chest like a truth too long ignored.
He stared at the dim screen of his laptop, the OnlyFans homepage still open. The dashboard numbers were high: his subscribers loyal, his tips frequent, his content bookmarked by thousands. It should’ve felt satisfying.
But it didn’t.
Not anymore.
Not since he’d been touched: truly touched, not just physically but wholly, deeply…by the only alpha he’d ever want. Since that night, when he’d leaned into Naruto’s shoulder and asked to be marked. Since Naruto had asked to be marked in return.
Since he’d been claimed.
Not just in the way heats demanded. But in the way love asked: honestly, softly, completely.
The omega shut the laptop, the click louder than necessary in the quiet apartment.
He sat still for a while, listening to the distant hum of traffic and the gentle rattle of Sota’s toys in the living room where the alpha was playing with him. He’d promised Sasuke time to rest…he always did, and yet the longer they were mated, the more the raven-head wanted to be around them both. His alpha. His son.
His family.
He rose quietly and padded out barefoot, drawn to the warmth of their laughter like a tide.
The toddler’s giggles bounced off the walls as Naruto helped him stack blocks into a lopsided tower that promptly toppled. Sota squealed with delight and clambered into his father’s lap without hesitation. Sasuke stopped in the doorway, arms folded across his chest, watching the scene unfold.
The blonde looked up at him, soft and smiling. “Hey.”
Sasuke swallowed. “Can we talk?”
That was all it took. Naruto’s brow furrowed gently, his hands immediately moving to lift Sota and kiss the top of his head. “Let’s take a little break, bud. Want to go watch that cartoon you like?”
The three-year old cheered, completely fine with being placed in front of the TV. The man set the volume low and joined his mate in the kitchen, where the omega was already pouring two cups of tea.
Naruto took the first sip silently, then glanced at him again. “What’s going on?”
“I want to stop.”
The alpha didn’t answer at first. He didn’t have to ask what. He knew.
Sasuke continued, voice quiet. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. Even before we mated, if I’m being honest. But after this… after us… I don’t want anyone else seeing my body. Even in pieces. Even if my face was never shown.”
Naruto’s tea clinked softly as he set it down. “Sasuke…”
“I don’t regret doing it. I needed it to survive. For me and Sota. But I don’t want to survive anymore. I just want to live. And I want…” He hesitated, throat tight. “I want my alpha to be the only one who sees me like that now.”
The blonde stepped forward slowly, arms winding around his waist. He pressed their foreheads together, gentle and solid. “You don’t owe me an explanation. You don’t owe anyone one. You do what makes you feel safe. Proud. Free.”
Sasuke’s throat bobbed. “I just… I don’t know what I’ll do for money. I mean, we’re fine for now. I have some saved. But I can’t let you shoulder everything.”
“I know…as much as I would love to provide for you…I know you wouldn’t be too keen on that,” the alpha said softly. “So I do have an idea.”
Sasuke looked up, curious.
“Sakura and Ino. They’re expanding their business…remember the boutique they launched last year? It’s doing really well, and they’re looking to bring someone on to help with back-end management. Customer service, Inventory, vendor communications, packaging orders, stuff like that. Remote work for the most part.”
Sasuke blinked. “You think they’d want me?”
“I think they already do,” Naruto chuckled. “I might’ve mentioned it to them before. Just… you know, in case you ever wanted something new.”
“You sneak.”
“You love it.”
The omega huffed…but his lips twitched.
“Anyway,” Naruto added, kissing the side of his head. “If you’re really thinking about it, I can ask them to come over tomorrow. Just to talk. No pressure.”
His lover’s eyes widened a little. “Tomorrow?”
The blonde raised his hands in mock surrender. “Only if you’re ready. They’ll probably bring Haruki too, so Sota’ll have his bestie to chase around the apartment like last time.”
Sasuke sighed, but his expression softened. “…Fine. But if Haru breaks my vase again, I’m blaming you.”
His alpha grinned before pulling him into sweet kisses. “Then I’ll buy you a new one. Two, even.”
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The next day arrived with bright skies and fresh coffee.
Naruto cleaned the living room while Sasuke dressed Sota, smoothing down his son’s shirt collar and tucking a plush dinosaur into his arms. The moment the doorbell rang, Sota wriggled free and dashed to the front door, calling out “‘wuki!” before Naruto even opened it.
Sakura entered first, holding Haruki’s hand. Ino followed with a tray of baked goods, both women smiling brightly.
“Look at you two,” the pink-head teased, arms crossed, eyes flicking to the faint marks on Sasuke’s neck. “Mated and glowing.”
The blonde laughed. “You’re just jealous.”
“Damn right I am, I may be lesbian and mated to the most beautiful woman, but Sasuke is way too gorgeous to not be jealous over.” Ino said, smirking. “Come here, Sas. Give me a hug.”
Sasuke, surprisingly, didn’t resist. He even allowed himself to be tugged into a warm embrace by both women. He’d never been much for touch…but lately, something in him had softened. Something he didn’t mind showing anymore.
They sat together in the living room while the kids played with plastic cars on the rug. Sakura got straight to the point.
“So,” she began, sipping her iced coffee. “Naruto said in our call yesterday that you’re looking to leave OF behind.”
The omega nodded. “Yeah. I just… want to close that chapter.”
Ino nodded solemnly. “We get that. And we’re proud of you to take that step.”
Sakura added, “Which is why we want you on our team. We’ve got a few things expanding and you’d be amazing for the job. Honestly, we need someone organized and focused, and your lover here says you’re freakishly efficient.”
Sasuke blinked. “He said what?”
Naruto gave him a sheepish smile. “You are.”
The pink-headed woman continued, “You can work peacefully, set your own hours around Sota, and we’ll make sure the pay is more than fair. Honestly, you’d be doing us a favor.”
The raven-head looked down, stunned.
He hadn’t expected it to feel so… easy. Like stepping forward wasn’t terrifying, but freeing.
“I’ll do it,” he said finally. “If you’re sure.”
“We’re sure,” Ino grinned.
And just like that…something shifted.
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That night, with Sota fast asleep and the house quiet again, he curled against his alpha on the couch. The TV played some muted nature documentary neither of them were watching. Naruto’s hand traced soft patterns on his hip.
“You really think I’ll be good at it?” Sasuke asked quietly.
“I know you will.”
He exhaled slowly, heart light.
He thought about the versions of himself that had once existed: starving, surviving, performing. And now? He had a future. A mate. A child who loved him. A job that respected him.
A life.
“Thank you,” he murmured, eyes closing. “For not just saving me. But helping me save myself.”
Naruto kissed the top of his head.
“Always.”
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Chapter 19: A Place That’s Ours
Summary:
A new chapter of their lives begin.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
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It wasn’t something they talked about.
There had never been a formal conversation about moving in, no sit-down discussion where one of them asked the other to merge lives under one roof. It had just… happened. Slowly, naturally, like most of the shifts between them.
After the mating, it became routine: Sasuke packing up a few essentials in a neat overnight bag, Sota bundled in either his or his mate’s arms as they made the trek to Naruto’s apartment. Then Naruto spending the next few days at Sasuke’s, the three of them crammed onto the couch after dinner…after work, cartoons flickering softly on the screen as Sota fell asleep on Naruto’s chest.
It was balance. It was comfort.
And it felt like home…no matter which apartment they were in.
But Naruto wanted more.
Not just out of desire, but practicality. Two apartments meant split groceries, duplicate bills, a whole lot of packing and unpacking. But beyond that, the alpha wanted something that belonged to all three of them. Something stable. Something permanent. A house they could fill with memories. A space for Sota to grow up and maybe, someday, siblings too.
Still… he knew Sasuke.
And he knew the moment he brought it up, his lover’s first reaction would be to resist. To insist on paying half, to argue that he wouldn’t be “kept,” no matter how mated they were now.
So Naruto chose his words carefully.
They were in bed one evening, Sota already asleep in the room next door. Sasuke lay against Naruto’s chest, a book open but clearly forgotten. His fingers were tracing idle patterns on the blonde’s stomach.
“You ever think about houses?” The man asked casually, like he was musing aloud.
Sasuke hummed. “Houses?”
“Yeah,” he said, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Like… a backyard for Sota. A big kitchen. Maybe a porch swing. Some place we could grow into.”
Sasuke was quiet. His fingers stilled.
Naruto felt the shift in his body immediately.
“And before you say it,” he added, eyes still fixed on the ceiling, “I’m not trying to buy you. I know how you get.”
“I wasn’t going to say that,” Sasuke muttered, though his tone made it obvious he had been about to.
Naruto smiled softly. “I want to buy a house. For us. And I know you’d never let me do it without contributing, so… I figured we could find a way that works for both of us.”
Sasuke rolled to his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at him. “Like what?”
“I pay the mortgage,” Naruto said, “you cover groceries and household stuff. Groceries are expensive these days, you’d be saving my ass more than you think.”
Sasuke stared at him for a long moment. “That’s not equal.”
“It’s not supposed to be,” the alpha said simply. “You gave me a home already: Sota and you. Let me do this for us.”
The omega’s eyes softened. “You really want this?”
“More than anything,” Naruto whispered. “I want a front door that squeaks when you open it. I want a kitchen where Sota makes a mess with pancake batter. I want a bathtub that’s too small for the three of us but we pile in anyway. I want a house that smells like you. Like us.”
Sasuke exhaled shakily, then leaned down and kissed him: gentle and slow. “Okay,” he whispered. “We’ll look together.”
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Looking for houses was… surreal.
They visited listings on weekends, sometimes with their three-year old in tow, sometimes just the two of them. Naruto took photos of the yards for Sota to see later, and Sasuke kept notes on his phone: square footage, neighborhood, how much light came through the living room in the afternoon.
They wanted space but not distance: close enough to Kakashi and Iruka that Sota wouldn’t feel too far from his honorary grandparents. Close to Sakura and Ino, whose business Sasuke had now started part-time work with. (He was part of the customer service department: a job he never expected but was surprisingly passionate about.)
Every house was a new possibility. Some they ruled out quickly: too old, too modern, too cramped, too far. Others lingered in their thoughts for days.
They toured one on a rainy Thursday afternoon. Sota was at his grandparents, and the realtor had offered to show them a newly listed property just twenty minutes from Naruto’s current place.
It wasn’t anything too grand. But it had a warmth.
A white fence lined the front. The yard had a tree big enough for a swing. The living room windows were wide and let in golden light even through the grey drizzle. There were five bedrooms: one they could turn into a studio for Naruto’s podcast, and one with a built-in bookshelf that Sasuke immediately claimed for Sota.
The backyard was modest, but there was a beautiful garden bed near the back fence and enough space for Naruto to build a shed he always dreamed off.
“I like it,” the blonde said softly, as they stood in the empty kitchen. “A lot.”
Sasuke nodded. “Me too.”
There was a pause. Naruto turned to him, expression unreadable. “Think we’re ready?”
The omega leaned against the counter, arms crossed, but his eyes were soft. “I’ve been ready since I met you.”
Naruto’s heart stuttered. “Yeah?”
Sasuke stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Naruto’s neck. “Yeah.”
They stood there, in the silence of an empty house that already felt like theirs, wrapped in each other as rain pattered softly outside.
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The offer was placed that same week.
Naruto handled the paperwork while Sasuke triple-checked all the fine print. Kakashi helped review contracts (“I may be retired but I can still sniff out a scam”) and Iruka babysat Sota while they finalized decisions.
When the offer was accepted, Naruto came home with three party hats and a store-bought cake that read “WE’RE HOMEOWNERS!!!” in far too many exclamation points.
Sasuke stared at it in deadpan silence before Naruto shoved a plastic fork in his hand and made him take a bite.
They celebrated with pizza on the floor of Naruto’s now old apartment, Sota curled up between them, frosting on his cheek and sprinkles in his hair.
And when they moved in a month later, it was chaos.
Boxes everywhere. Misplaced screws. Naruto accidentally packed Sasuke’s kitchen knives with the bath towels and Sasuke found them only after nearly slicing his wrist trying to dry his hands.
But the house was full of laughter. Of late nights unpacking and early mornings sharing coffee on the porch. Even Kakashi, Iruka and their friends came to help. It was a beautiful chaos. Of Naruto lifting Sota to tape hand-drawn pictures on the fridge. Of Sasuke falling asleep on the new couch with his mate’s hoodie draped over his shoulders.
It was theirs.
Fully, completely, finally theirs.
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One night, a few weeks after they’d settled in, Sasuke stood in the doorway of Sota’s room.
The toddler had fallen asleep with his blanket tangled around his ankles, mouth slightly open. His small chest rose and fell in soft rhythm, his cheeks flushed pink from the warm summer air.
His alpha walked up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his chin on his shoulder.
“We made it,” he said quietly.
He nodded. “Yeah.”
There was a pause.
“I’m proud of you,” Naruto said, voice soft against his skin. “You gave up a lot. Changed your whole life. You didn’t have to… but you did.”
Sasuke turned in his arms, looking up at him with tired but warm eyes. “I didn’t give anything up,” he said. “I got everything.”
And he meant it.
This life…the house, the stability, the routine…wasn’t something he thought he’d ever have. Not after everything. Not after being abandoned, impregnated, discarded, left to raise a child alone in a world that didn’t forgive omegas easily.
But Naruto had changed that.
Naruto loved him: fully, unapologetically, in all his forms.
And Sasuke, for the first time in years, didn’t feel like he was standing in the ruins of his past.
He was standing in the foundation of something new.
Something enduring.
The blonde leaned down and kissed him gently.
And when Sasuke whispered, “Let’s go to bed,” his mate only nodded, his hand finding his as they walked down the quiet hallway…home echoing softly around them.
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Notes:
Thank you for all the support and love for this story, I truly appreciate it all.
The next two chapters will be out tomorrow so please stay tuned <3
With Love,
mixciii~(Also I have been working on a new IvanTill fic, for about a month and It’s about 85% done…I just need to think of a couple more chapters and finalize the ending of the story so please stay tuned for that. As a heads up: it’s an omegaverse. Uni Professor x Uni Student)
Chapter 20: A Day for You
Summary:
It’s Naruto’s bday. Sasuke obviously gets the whole family tgt to celebrate with him and later when they’re alone gives the alpha himself to unwrap ;)
Notes:
Also in case you’re confused with Naruto’s age here…I had changed his age in chapter one so please look over that. I wanted them to be younger yet still mature.
So just for reference. In chapter one, Naruto is 23 and Sasuke is 20. In this chapter: Naruto is 25 and Sasuke is 22.
Chapter Text
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Naruto didn’t remember much about birthdays from his younger years…at least, not the kind that were filled with warmth and laughter and the smell of frosting. There were the years before Iruka and Kakashi, when birthdays were just another day in the system, another tally mark on a wall. Then there were the birthdays after…better, fuller, but still not quite like this.
Because this year, Naruto woke up to Sasuke curled beside him in bed, tangled in their sheets with Sota’s giggles echoing from the living room downstairs as he played with Kakashi. The scent of breakfast was thick in the air: bacon, eggs, miso soup and something sugary, and the morning sun was filtering through the curtains in soft golden stripes.
“Happy birthday,” his omega murmured sleepily into his shoulder, voice husky from sleep.
He rolled toward him and smiled, brushing a kiss over his temple. “Best one already.”
Sasuke snorted but didn’t argue. He kissed Naruto’s collarbone, lingered a moment there. “Wait until you see what we’ve got planned this year.”
The blonde arched a brow. “‘We’?”
But his mate only smirked, slipping out of bed with that unfair grace of his, his oversized shirt hanging off one shoulder, exposing the edge of the mating mark. “Come see.”
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Their house was decorated top to bottom.
Streamers in burnt orange and navy blue: Naruto’s favorite colors, twisted around the walls. There were balloons taped to every cabinet, a glittering banner that read “Happy Birthday Naruto!” hanging above the kitchen arch, and a ridiculous amount of sweets crowding the countertops. Cupcakes, cookies, mochi, and a full cake shaped like a fox head.
And in the middle of it all, Sota stood in a pastel orange t-shirt that read “PAPA’S BOY” in big yellow letters, holding a balloon and grinning proudly.
“Surprise!” Kakashi deadpanned from the couch, holding up a party horn.
Naruto laughed: loud, open, touched in the deepest part of his heart. He walked over and scooped his son up, peppering kisses all over his tiny face.
“You helped with this, huh?” he asked.
Sota nodded solemnly. “Mama made cakey. I do spinkles.”
“Oh yeah?” The alpha’s eyes lifted, seeking out his lover, who was leaning against the counter, arms folded, trying and failing not to look pleased with himself.
Naruto caught his gaze and gave him a look so soft it felt like a caress.
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The rest of the day unfolded like a dream.
Sakura and Ino arrived first, Haruki in tow, followed by Shikamaru and Gaara. Iruka came from the kitchen with a massive tray of homemade gyoza and miso soup, and Kakashi gave a new set of a fine china tea mugs his son had been eyeing for weeks.
They didn’t throw a party so much as a family gathering. Sota and Haruki chased each other around the living room. The adults lounged between the kitchen and couch, sipping drinks and picking from the snack table, teasing Naruto mercilessly about turning another year older.
“25…woah! We’re all practically ancient now,” Sakura joked, elbowing him.
Naruto pointed to Kakashi. “I learned from the best.”
His father, with a sly grin, adjusted his party hat and raised a glass.
Sasuke was quieter than usual, but his mate could tell he was soaking everything in: the laughter, the voices, the smell of food and family. It wasn’t lost on him that Sasuke kept glancing at Sota like he couldn’t believe this was their life now even after so much time passed.
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Later, when everyone had gone home and Sota had long since passed out in his bed, the omega appeared in their shared bedroom with a small velvet box in hand.
Naruto looked up from where he was folding a stray blanket and blinked.
Sasuke looked… nervous.
“I know you didn’t want anything big,” he started, stepping into the room, “but I wanted to give you something. Just from me.”
He handed his lover the box and then quickly sat down on the edge of the bed like he needed something to ground him.
Naruto opened it slowly.
Inside was a ring: simple but elegant, silver with a subtle band of deep blue and orange around the center. It shimmered slightly under the lamplight.
“A promise ring,” Sasuke said, voice quiet. “I know we’re already mated, and that’s… forever. But this is something else. A reminder. That I choose you every day. That I’ll keep choosing you.”
Naruto stared down at the ring, throat suddenly tight. “Sasuke…”
Said man fidgeted. “You don’t have to wear it all the time or anything, I just—”
His alpha was on him in a second, kissing him breathless, ring still clutched in his palm.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered between kisses. “You’re fucking perfect.”
He slid the band onto his ring finger, chest aching in the best way.
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From then, slowly, lovingly, the omega began to undress him.
He took his time. He peeled Naruto’s shirt off like it was a gift, fingers brushing reverently across his stomach, his chest, his arms. His mouth followed, kissing each newly exposed inch of skin with quiet devotion.
“You always take care of me,” Sasuke whispered, voice thick. “Let me take care of you tonight.”
The blonde could barely speak. He only nodded, heart pounding, already half-hard.
Sasuke pushed him down onto the bed and climbed into his lap, straddling his thighs. His own shirt slipped from his shoulders, and he sat bare, haloed in moonlight.
Naruto reached up and touched him like he was still learning the terrain. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, awed.
The omega flushed but didn’t look away.
He leaned down and kissed him slow, his hips rolling, teasing friction building between them. Naruto’s hands moved to his lover’s waist, steadying him, thumbs stroking over sensitive skin.
“Want you,” Sasuke whispered, lips brushing over his. “Want to make you feel good.”
He sank down lower, lips trailing over his chest, tongue flicking against a nipple until his mate shivered and groaned. Then lower still, kissing the line of his abs, the ridge of his pelvis, until Naruto’s cock throbbed in anticipation.
But Sasuke didn’t go for it.
Already fully prepped (while he was in the shower earlier), he instead climbed back up and guided the man’s cock inside of him slowly, exhaling a soft moan as he did.
Naruto’s hands flew to his thighs, gripping them tight. “S-Sasuke—fuck—”
The raven-head rocked down with deliberate care, gasping at the stretch, the fullness, yet smiling breathlessly.
They moved like water: rolling waves, cresting, receding, surging again.
He rode him slow, head tipped back, hair clinging to his temples. Naruto sat up halfway, wrapping arms around his waist, burying his face in his lover’s neck.
Their mating marks brushed as they moved. Their scents tangled. The pleasure was intense: hot and thick and sweet…but it was the intimacy that undid them both.
The alpha whispered his love like a mantra, like prayer.
Sasuke responded with every sigh, every kiss, every arch of his spine.
And when the blonde reached between them to stroke his lover’s hardened cock, it didn’t take long. Sasuke came with a soft cry, shuddering in his arms, and Naruto followed moments later, pulsing deep inside him, clutching him like he never wanted to let go.
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They lay together afterward, chests heaving, skin damp and warm. The omega rested on his alpha’s chest, fingers tracing the promise ring on his finger.
“Happy birthday,” he murmured again.
Naruto smiled, brushing sweat-damp hair from his forehead. “Like I said…best one yet. Although last year was spectacular since we were now getting in-tuned with each other.”
Sasuke lifted his head, eyes soft and sated. “Next year, I’ll top this. Like you did for my birthdays.”
The blonde laughed. “I don’t doubt you.”
He pulled his mate close again, burying his face in his mate’s hair, breathing him in like air.
And there, with their son asleep in the next room and their future stretched before them like a golden horizon, Naruto knew one thing without doubt.
This was it.
This was everything.
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Chapter 21: Little Heartbeats
Summary:
It’s obvious from the title of the chapter of what this chapter entails :)
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
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Two months passed without ceremony.
The world moved forward: sunrises and podcast uploads, pre-school orientation days and closing shifts at the boutique. Naruto’s listeners grew steadily by the day, his voice now part of morning routines and late-night drives across the country. Sasuke, for the first time ever, worked a job that didn’t drain him: it was different from what he used to do. It was fulfilling. He was around fabrics, swatches, color schemes, styling even as part of customer service, Ino called him her “secret weapon.” Sakura claimed him as their “boutique’s edge.”
And Sota…
Their baby boy had started pre-school.
It had taken a full month before the omega stopped tearing up when dropping him off at the gate, and the other month before Naruto stopped checking the school’s online portal every two hours.
But Sota was thriving.
He came home full of stories: mostly nonsense, tiny adventures about red blocks and blue blocks and a kid who ate glue. He was classmates with Haruki. The boy usually ran up to his father when he got home, flinging himself into his arms like it was the highlight of his day.
And in many ways, it was.
They had found a rhythm.
The new home felt lived in. The walls smelled like them now: like family. There were drawings taped to the fridge. Plants Sasuke kept forgetting to water. A calendar filled with Naruto’s podcast interviews, Sota’s school events, and date nights scrawled in neat ink with tiny hearts.
It was good.
Too good, the omega thought.
Which was why the sudden nausea one morning made him still in the middle of brushing his teeth, eyes narrowing at his own reflection.
He told himself it was just a bad breakfast. Or the flu. He skipped lunch, but the nausea stuck. It came again the next morning…and the one after that. He found himself getting snappy over nothing, bursting into tears at a commercial about paper towels.
He didn’t mention it. Not to Naruto. Not even to Sakura and Ino, who would’ve seen through him instantly.
But his toddler did.
It was a Saturday morning. Sasuke was curled on the couch, cradling a mug of ginger tea in his palms, trying to ward off the lingering nausea and a dull, stubborn headache that had been haunting him all week. The curtains were only half-open, letting in a slice of soft light across the floor. The house was quiet aside from the gentle hum of the fridge and the distant sound of birds.
Sota padded into the room in his dinosaur pajamas, dragging his favorite stuffed fox by one arm. He didn’t say anything…just climbed up beside his mama on the couch with a familiarity that came from years of shared mornings just like this one.
Sasuke shifted slightly to make room, brushing his boy’s hair back from his face. “You okay, sweetie?”
Sota nodded, blinking sleepily before crawling into his mama’s lap.
The raven-head smiled and took another slow sip of tea.
Then, without a word, the three-year old wriggled down and lay his cheek directly against his stomach. His tiny hands clutched Sasuke’s hoodie as he nuzzled in close, humming quietly to himself. It was soft. Almost absentminded. But then his voice piped up: clear, small, and oddly certain.
“Hi, baby,” he whispered.
Sasuke stilled.
The air in the room seemed to pause.
He stared down at Sota, his heart suddenly in his throat.
“W-What did you say?” he asked, voice barely above a breath.
His son tilted his face upward, resting his chin lightly on his belly. “There is baby in mama tum tum,” he stated matter-of-factly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I hear wit.”
Sasuke’s grip tightened around his mug. His whole body felt frozen, anchored by the weight of those innocent words. He looked down at his son: his beautiful, intuitive little boy, and something inside him cracked wide open.
There was no warning.
Just the whisper of truth in a child’s voice.
And just like that, Sasuke was up. He placed Sota properly on the sofa and kissed his head.
He didn’t even remember how he got to the bathroom…he only remembered the frantic, fumbling hand digging through the back of the cabinet for the leftover pregnancy tests he kept since two years. A part of him was shaking. Another part wasn’t breathing.
But he took the test.
And sat on the closed toilet seat, waiting.
Two minutes.
Five.
A lifetime.
When the digital display blinked into focus, his whole world stopped.
“Pregnant.”
The raven-head pressed his palm to his mouth.
Tears sprang to his eyes before he could stop them. He wasn’t even sure if it was panic or joy or disbelief…maybe all of them. The ache in his chest expanded so violently he thought it might crack his ribs. For a full twenty minutes, he sat there, cradling the little stick in his shaking hands, sobbing silently into his shoulder.
He was pregnant.
He was going to have another baby.
He didn’t know how to feel. All he knew was that he wanted his mate.
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Naruto came home earlier than expected that day, sliding the door open with the familiar rustle of grocery bags and his signature call: “I’m home, my loves!”
Sasuke stood just outside the kitchen, holding the test in both hands.
The blonde froze when he saw his face.
“Sas?” His tone immediately shifted: gentle, concerned. “What’s wrong, baby?”
The omega didn’t say anything. He simply stepped forward, slowly, and offered the test with both palms outstretched like an offering.
Naruto’s brows furrowed. He took it, glancing down…and then everything in his face changed.
His mouth parted.
“Sasuke…”
“I didn’t know,” his lover whispered. “I thought it was the flu. But then Sota…he said…he just knew. He said there was a baby inside me and—”
The alpha crushed him into his chest before he could finish.
Sasuke let out a soft, broken laugh, burying his face in his shoulder as he clutched him like something precious, like something he didn’t know how to hold without trembling.
“Are you serious?” Naruto asked against his neck, voice wrecked.
“Yes,” Sasuke choked. “I’m really—”
He didn’t get to finish because his mate was crying.
Not softly, either. It was a full, shaking, gut-deep cry…the kind that broke out of someone who had held too much in, for too long. Sasuke held him tighter.
“I didn’t think I’d ever have this,” the alpha gasped out, pulling back to look at him. His eyes were red. “I didn’t think anyone would want this with me…want a future, a family, kids. I didn’t—”
“You’re everything I want,” The raven-head said, cupping his face.
The man’s lips wobbled.
“I was scared,” Sasuke admitted. “Still am. I didn’t think I deserved this.”
“You do,” Naruto stated without hesitation. “You deserve every good thing in this world, baby.”
His lover let himself cry then too: let it pour from his chest as the other held him, as they sank to the floor of the hallway, clinging to one another like anchors in a rising tide. Their tears soaked each other’s shoulders.
They didn’t say anything for a while.
They didn’t need to.
Eventually, Naruto pressed his forehead to Sasuke’s belly, cupping his sides reverently.
“Hey,” he whispered, voice thick. “Hi, baby. I’m your papa. And I love you so much already.”
The omega covered his mouth to stifle the new round of sobs.
The blonde tilted his head up, looking at him. “You okay?”
He nodded, eyes wet. “Yeah.”
His mate smiled. “We’re going to be okay.”
It didn’t feel like a promise.
It felt like a truth.
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The rest of the evening passed in a dreamlike daze. Naruto made dinner (which Sasuke mostly poked at), and they curled together on the couch, hands intertwined over the smaller man’s stomach. Sota, none the wiser, brought his fox over and curled between them like he did most nights. He wouldn’t know for a while yet…but Sasuke smiled, brushing his fingers through the boy’s soft raven hair.
“You’re gonna be a big brother soon,” he whispered.
Their toddler hummed sleepily, eyes fluttering shut.
Naruto kiss their son’s cheek and then kissed the side of Sasuke’s head.
His mate leaned into it, heart full in a way it had never been before.
He wasn’t just a mother anymore.
He was a mate.
A partner.
A future.
And inside him… a new beginning. A heartbeat waiting to bloom.
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Notes:
I haven’t gotten an ounce of sleep last night so I feel like a walking dead atm but I had to come in clutch to upload these chapters. Tmr like usual, the next two chapters will be out so please look forward to it.
With Love,
mixciii~
Chapter 22: A Seat at the Table
Summary:
They tell their friends and family the news :)
Chapter Text
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Their home was warm with the aroma of roasted vegetables, garlic, and the soft sweetness of the honey-soy glazed chicken Naruto insisted on making himself. Sasuke had prepared dessert earlier: a layered strawberry shortcake with whipped cream…while the blonde had set the table with their fine China set, lighting a few candles not for ambiance, but because Iruka would smile too big every time he saw them “being fancy.”
The raven-head glanced at the mirror one last time as he adjusted his shirt. He wasn’t even visible beneath the loose black fabric, but somehow he still felt it. He wasn’t showing, but everything inside him felt different: fuller, more grounded. More real.
“Are you okay?” His mate asked from behind, his hand coming to rest gently on Sasuke’s lower back.
He nodded. “Nervous, maybe.”
“They’re going to cry,” Naruto said with a small laugh, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Dad especially.”
Sasuke rolled his eyes fondly. “You too, probably.”
The alpha grinned, unashamed. “Absolutely.”
They didn’t have to wait long. Iruka and Kakashi were first to arrive, Iruka holding a large ceramic casserole dish and Kakashi balancing a bottle of wine in one hand while using his foot to nudge the door open wider. Sakura and Ino came next, each juggling dishes and bags while Haruki darted past them into the house with the energy of a storm. Sota immediately jumped from the couch to greet his best friend, squealing as they collided in the middle of the living room with the chaos only toddlers could create.
The roommates: Shikamaru and Gaara strolled in last like usual, with a small bouquet of flowers tucked under Gaara’s arm and a sleepy smile on Shikamaru’s face. “We brought nothing but vibes,” he said, yawning. “Hope that’s alright.”
“Always,” the blonde chuckled, pulling him into a brief hug.
As everyone settled in, conversation flowed easily: updates about work, gossip from Ino about a recent incident at the boutique, and Sakura laughing so hard she nearly dropped her glass of wine when Sota proudly declared that he could count to twenty now, even if he forgot sixteen and eighteen “sometimes.”
Sasuke kept glancing at Naruto, waiting for the right moment. He wanted it to feel organic, but also… he didn’t know how to say it. How do you drop something so monumental into a casual dinner conversation?
Thankfully, his lover had no such reservations.
He stood, raising his glass gently, and the room quieted almost immediately.
“I, uh… I just wanted to say thank you,” Naruto began, arm reaching for Sasuke’s hand. Their fingers intertwined. “For being here tonight. For always being here. For us.”
The omega looked up at him and gave a small, private smile.
His mate cleared his throat. “And… we also have something to tell you.”
Iruka leaned forward, sensing the shift.
Naruto looked down at Sasuke, waiting for a nod. When it came, the smaller man stood beside him, placing his hand over his abdomen, not overly dramatic, just soft and proud.
“I’m pregnant,” he said simply.
There was a beat of stunned silence.
And then it was chaos.
Iruka let out a noise that sounded suspiciously like a sob and launched out of his seat to wrap Sasuke in a fierce hug. “You—Sasuke—you sweet thing,” he choked out. “You’re going to have a baby….oh my god, oh my god.”
Kakashi was grinning, eyes curved with unmistakable joy as he clapped a hand on Naruto’s shoulder. “So this is what that glow on your face was about, huh?”
Sakura and Ino both screamed. Loudly.
“You’re what?!” Ino yelled, nearly dropping her wine as she ran over.
“You’re pregnant?!” Sakura echoed, grabbing Sasuke from Iruka’s arms and hugging him so tightly he let out a small wheeze.
“Guys…air,” Sasuke managed, laughing.
Even Gaara was smiling more than usual, a small, genuine curve of his lips as he gave Naruto a nod and raised his glass. Shikamaru murmured a quiet “Congrats,” followed by a more amused, “You know this kid’s going to be as stubborn as you both combined, right?”
The alpha beamed, blinking fast against the sudden sting in his eyes.
And then…
“I be a big bwother!” Sota shouted from the living room.
All heads turned.
He stood proudly in front of the couch, arms stretched wide, chest puffed out. Haruki stood beside him with a confused frown, holding a building block in one hand.
“Big bwother!” He repeated.
Everyone cooed, hearts collectively melting.
Sasuke crouched down, arms open, and the toddler ran into them without hesitation. “That’s right,” he said, voice thick with emotion. “You’re gonna be the best big brother ever.”
Naruto knelt beside them. “Come here, kiddo,” he whispered, scooping Sota into his arms.
The boy laughed as his father lifted him high, pressing dozens of kisses to his face before settling him on his hip.
“You happy, buddy?” Naruto asked, brushing Sota’s bangs out of his eyes. “About having a little sibling?”
He nodded fiercely, gripping the alpha’s shirt. “I show baby eweythin! How to eat foodie, and how to hug Mama and Papa, and how to bwill talllll tower with the wed blocks.”
The blonde smiled, his heart full and his voice a little thick. “You’re gonna be amazing.”
Sota looked over at his mother then, who was watching them with such quiet tenderness it made Naruto’s chest ache. “Mama’s happy. Papa’s happy. I happy.”
Iruka was crying again. So was Ino. Sakura was dabbing at her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater. And Sasuke…Sasuke just watched them, his eyes shining but his heart unbelievably calm.
This was his life now.
This joy. This family.
And though fear sometimes crept in, whispering that happiness like this was too fragile, too rare, Sasuke had something stronger now to silence it.
He had Naruto.
He had Sota.
And soon, he’d have another little life to hold.
The rest of the night passed in laughter and warmth, the apartment glowing with more than just candlelight. They played card games while the kids colored beside them, everyone lingering longer than intended. As the night drew to a close and Haruki pouted about leaving, Sasuke gently ushered Sota to bed, his son sleepily murmuring, “Goodnight, mama. Goodnight, papa,” before snuggling into his pillow.
He returned to the living room to find his mate laughing with Kakashi and Iruka, and for a moment, he just stood there.
Watching.
Soaking in everything he never thought he could have.
This love. This peace. This home.
He didn’t need to speak it out loud.
But still…when Naruto looked up and caught his gaze, Sasuke whispered, “Thank you.”
Naruto smiled.
“Thank you too.”
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Chapter 23: Steady Hands, Growing Hearts
Summary:
Sasuke’s life as being pregnant again
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
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Pregnancy while mated changed everything.
Not in the way people said it would, with chaos or unbearable exhaustion…but in a quieter, more sacred way. The shifts were subtle at first: Sasuke began needing more rest, more so than when he was pregnant with Sota…he found himself losing his appetite for foods he used to love, and turned strangely emotional over things like commercials and soft music. None had noticed the signs before the test confirmed it, so hearing it…had leveled them both.
Twins.
A boy and a girl, the doctor had said with a smile, gesturing at the blurry ultrasound screen while Sasuke stared in stunned disbelief and Naruto’s jaw had hit the floor. The omega had gripped his mate’s hand so tightly that the blood left his fingers, but the blonde hadn’t cared. His other hand was pressed to Sasuke’s belly, eyes welling up with tears as the realization hit him full force.
Two heartbeats. Two lives. Growing inside the person he loved most.
Five months along, and Sasuke was beginning to show properly now. His shirts fit differently, especially the soft ones he’d stolen from Naruto’s side of the closet. His hips had widened subtly, and his lower back ached in the evenings. The bump: round and firm, had become a daily fascination for all three of them.
Every night, like a ritual, the alpha would guide him to lie down after dinner. He dimmed the lights, lit the lavender oil burner, and rubbed his calves and thighs first before working slowly up his body. Then his hips. His shoulders. Anywhere he ached. Sasuke never had to ask. Naruto just did it. He’d taken the role of caretaker so naturally it made the omega ache in a different way: tender, quiet, full of reverence.
“Do you think they’ll have your nose or mine?” Naruto had asked one night, kissing along the swell of his stomach. “Hopefully not mine. It’s kind of big.”
His mate snorted, eyes half-lidded in comfort. “Yours is fine.”
“Fine?” Naruto gasped dramatically. “Our children deserve more than fine!”
Sasuke rolled his eyes, but the smile he wore lingered even in sleep.
Sota, for his part, was ecstatic. He didn’t fully grasp the biology of it all, but he understood that soon, two babies would come out of Mama’s belly, and he would be a big brother. He proudly told everyone at pre-school. Even the grocer. Even a confused mailman.
“Can I name them?” he’d asked once, curled against his mother on the couch with his tiny hand splayed over the bump.
The raven-head ran fingers through his son’s hair and glanced at Naruto across the room. “Maybe you can help, baby.”
“I name babies Cupcake and… Ninja?”
“…Maybe not.”
Still, Sasuke had tucked that memory away in his heart like a precious stone. Everything felt precious these days. Even the difficult moments: when he was cranky for no reason or had an emotional meltdown over running out of frozen peaches…Naruto never flinched. He never snapped. He only pulled his lover close, murmuring reassurances into his hair, promising he’d go to three different stores to get more.
And he did.
Naruto once drove two hours out of the way for a very specific bakery item Sasuke hadn’t even known he wanted until he saw it on a food vlog. He came back triumphant, hair windblown and cheeks pink from rushing, holding the surprisingly still-warm pastry like a trophy.
“You’re ridiculous,” the omega muttered, even as he devoured it in four bites and cried halfway through.
“I love you too,” Naruto had whispered with a grin, kissing the crumbs off his lips.
There were days Sasuke felt deeply unattractive. On one such afternoon, his ankles were swollen, his thighs felt heavy, and his bump made it impossible to wear anything but Naruto’s oversized sweats. He stood in front of the mirror, bare-chested, staring at his reflection with a complicated look on his face.
“I look… fucking awful.”
His alpha came up behind him, pressing his chest to his back, arms wrapping around his front to rest gently over the swell of his belly.
“You look like the person I’m going to spend the rest of my life with,” Naruto whispered into his hair. “You look like the one who’s carrying our babies. You look so fucking beautiful I don’t even know what to do with myself sometimes.”
Sasuke’s eyes stung. He turned in his arms and hid his face in his mate’s neck.
“…I love you,” he mumbled.
“I know,” the blonde said with a smile against his skin. “I love you more.”
There were quiet mornings too: ones where Sota would crawl between them in bed and press kisses to his mother’s stomach, whispering stories to the twins. Naruto would wake slowly, spooning Sasuke from behind, nuzzling his neck with soft contentment, tangling their fingers together over the curve of his belly.
There were doctor’s appointments where they heard the twin heartbeats again, this time stronger, steady. Sasuke always teared up and Naruto never teased him for it. He’d grip his hand, hold him steady, and press kisses to his temple when the nurse stepped out.
“We’re doing okay,” he’d say every time. “You’re doing amazing.”
The raven-head sometimes worried. About the birth, about what kind of parent he’d be to more than one child. He’d lie awake while Naruto slept, watching the rise and fall of his chest, counting every breath. But then his mate would murmur something in his sleep like, “Gonna build bunk beds,” or “They’ll have your attitude,” and Sasuke would laugh softly into the dark.
The nursery was a slow project. One they tackled together on weekends. Naruto painted the walls while he directed from the floor, sprawled on a bean bag with his ankles elevated. Sota was in charge of stickers, which meant dozens of glow-in-the-dark stars in wildly inconsistent places. They ordered two cribs, soft linen curtains, matching onesies in gender-neutral tones. Sasuke folded everything three times over just to keep busy.
By the sixth month, he was glowing…but also exhausted. His moods fluctuated faster now. He’d burst into tears over the sound of baby birds, then yell at Naruto for breathing too loudly, then curl in his lap and ask him not to move for hours. The alpha never complained. He rubbed his back, fetched whatever he craved, and made sure he always had warm water and snacks beside him.
Some nights, Sasuke would wake from vivid dreams, clutching Naruto’s shirt in panic.
“Hey—shhh, it’s okay,” the man would soothe, gently stroking his back. “We’re all safe. You, me, the twins. Everyone’s safe.”
“I just…” Sasuke swallowed thickly, heart pounding. “I’m scared.”
“I know,” his lover whispered. “Me too sometimes. But we’ve got this. We’ve got each other.”
And that always seemed to be enough.
There was a day…just a few days before Sasuke hit the seven-month mark…when he watched Sota curled up on the floor, playing with toy dinosaurs. Naruto was in the kitchen, humming under his breath while slicing apples for him. The sun was warm through the curtains. The house smelled like cinnamon and baby powder.
Sasuke rested a hand on his belly, feeling the tiny thumps inside: one on the left, the other near his ribs.
He closed his eyes and smiled.
For the first time in his life, he didn’t feel like something was about to be taken from him. He didn’t feel like the rug was about to be pulled out.
He felt… safe.
Loved.
Whole.
And as Naruto crossed the room to kiss him, he leaned into it, his smile soft against his mate’s lips.
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Notes:
Thank you for all the love and support and as per usual, the next two chapters will be up tomorrow so please stay tuned for that.
With Love,
mixciii~
Chapter 24: Welcome to the World
Summary:
Birth Chapter
Chapter Text
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The ninth month crept in gently, like the tide just before a storm.
Sasuke was huge. That was the only word for it: there was no denying it anymore, not even in the most flattering mirror. He stood in front of one now, in their shared bathroom, palms resting under the swell of his belly as he breathed in slow, steady exhales. His feet were swollen. His back ached. Even the simplest tasks: like tying the laces of his sneakers, had become epic quests requiring at least one sigh, a few curses, and Naruto’s steady hands.
But he was glowing. His mate told him that every day, even when he rolled his eyes or swatted him away in embarrassment.
“Yeah,” Sasuke muttered now to himself, gently stroking his bump, “glowing from sweat.”
Naruto’s voice floated in from the hallway. “You say something, gorgeous?”
The omega smirked despite himself. “Just talking to our kids.”
Naruto appeared in the doorway, barefoot and in sweats, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and his hair sticking up more than usual. He grinned at the sight of Sasuke in one of his oversized hoodies, the one barely fitting over the round curve of his belly.
“They better be telling you to go easy today,” he said around the foam, “’cause your alpha has declared it a No-Lifting-Shit day.”
“You can’t keep enforcing arbitrary holidays,” Sasuke muttered, turning to waddle past him. Naruto caught his waist as he passed, hand warm and wide against Sasuke’s lower back.
“It’s not arbitrary,” he said, more softly now. “It’s your due date.”
The raven-head paused. He knew. Of course he knew. The date had been circled in every calendar in the house, Naruto’s podcast fans had sent gifts to the P.O. box in the last few months alone, and Iruka texted several times daily to ask if anything had “stirred.” But hearing the blonde say it: so calmly, so reverently, it did something to his chest. He swallowed and rested a hand on Naruto’s where it still cradled the small of his back.
“I know.”
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The morning passed without much incident. Sota was at preschool: he had made a countdown chain at school with his teachers, and every day he tore off a little paper loop and asked, “Is babies here yet?”
Not yet. But soon.
Sasuke spent most of the day resting. Naruto took a couple months off prior from recording, despite his mate’s protests. He rubbed the omega’s swollen feet, cooked him ginger soup and peeled apples the way Sasuke liked: thin, spiraled skin in one long coil. That little gesture alone had his lover fighting tears behind a pillow.
Everything was calm. For a while.
Then it wasn’t.
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It started with a cramp just after three in the afternoon. The Uchiha had been folding tiny onesies on the bed, lining up socks in twos when it hit him: sharp and low, not unfamiliar, but different this time.
He gasped, hands flying to the underside of his belly.
“Naruto!” he called, his voice tighter than intended.
The footsteps came running: fast, heavy, panicked…and then the alpha was by his side. “What? What’s wrong?”
“I—I think,” Sasuke panted, blinking hard, “they’re coming.”
The next hour was chaos.
Naruto called Iruka and Kakashi…who promised to grab Sota from school. Sasuke paced until he couldn’t, then curled up on their bed as the contractions started coming more frequently.
They made it to the hospital with Naruto keeping one hand on the steering wheel and the other intertwined around his omega’s hand. By the time they were admitted, Sasuke was breathing hard through each wave of pain, sweat dotting his brow, and the blonde looked ready to fight God if someone didn’t get his mate a room now.
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The labor was long.
Twelve hours.
Twelve hours of Naruto holding ice chips to Sasuke’s lips, wiping his forehead, whispering encouragement through gritted teeth as Sasuke screamed into his shoulder. Twelve hours of Sasuke alternating between wanting him to never stop touching him and threatening to castrate him for doing this to him in the first place.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” he whispered sometime in hour eight, when Sasuke was trembling and exhausted. “Just a little longer.”
“I swear,” the smaller man hissed, “if one more person tells me that—”
But then the nurse walked in with a smile and an announcement that the cervix was fully dilated.
It was time.
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The room felt like a different dimension.
Blinding lights. The sharp scent of antiseptic. The rapid beep-beep-beep of fetal heart monitors.
The alpha was there, clutching his lover’s hand in both of his, whispering through every push, every breath.
“You’re strong. I’ve got you. I love you. You’re doing amazing.”
Sasuke’s jaw clenched as he pushed, the scream tearing through him unlike anything he’d ever made before. Every part of him was shaking, his hair matted with sweat, legs cramping.
Then—
A cry.
A loud, beautiful, furious wail filled the room.
Naruto gasped, voice breaking. “That’s—!”
“It’s your son,” the doctor announced.
They placed the baby on Sasuke’s chest for a moment…just long enough for the raven-head to register the soft tufts of damp blonde hair and the tiniest fists he’d ever seen.
He looked like Naruto.
Tears spilled from his eyes as he cradled his son, and Naruto kissed both of them before the nurses swept the newborn away to clean and check vitals.
But they weren’t done.
“You ready for the second one?” a nurse asked.
The omega barked a laugh: part sob, part hysteria. “Do I have a choice?”
Another set of contractions. More pushing. He didn’t think he had anything left. But then—
Another cry. Lighter this time. Sweeter.
“It’s your daughter,” came the announcement.
Naruto sobbed.
There was no other word for it. He cried openly, leaning over his mate as their baby girl was placed in his trembling arms. Sasuke stared down at the newborn nestled against him: raven hair matted to her head, but her eyes, once she blinked them open, were undeniably blue.
Cerulean. Just like Naruto’s.
“Akie,” he whispered, unable to stop the tears. “She’s Akie.”
Naruto pressed a kiss to his lover’s temple. “And our son?”
“Haru.”
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Hours passed in a blur. The babies were cleaned and checked. Sasuke was taken care off. Eventually they were moved to a private room, and the omega was propped up in bed, two tiny warm bundles in his arms, while his mate hovered at his side like a planet drawn into his gravitational pull.
“You were incredible,” Naruto murmured, pressing kisses to his damp forehead. “I’ve never been happier and prouder in my life.”
The raven-head blinked up at him, exhaustion written in every pore but still managed to let out a laugh. “I’ve never been this tired.”
“I’ll handle everything,” his alpha promised. “Just rest.”
Sasuke nodded. He was too tired to argue. But he held the babies a little closer.
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They were perfect.
Haru had his papa’s sun-bright hair and Sasuke’s storm-dark eyes. He yawned in Naruto’s arms, nose scrunching just like Naruto’s when he was annoyed.
Akie was a mirror: raven-black tufts of hair, but those eyes…
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful,” Naruto whispered as she wrapped her tiny fingers around his pinky.
Sasuke smiled faintly. “You said that about me yesterday.”
The other grinned. “You’re my original beauty.”
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Later that night, once the twins were asleep and his lover had finally dozed off too, the blonde stepped out of the hospital room to breathe.
He leaned against the wall, heart pounding.
He had a family. A mate. A toddler. Twins.
His entire world had shifted.
He pressed a hand over his neck where his mark pulsed faintly, and smiled through tears.
“Thank you,” he whispered, looking up to the ceiling. “For giving me all of them.”
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Chapter 25: Homecoming
Summary:
They’re now home with their new babies and the family and friends meets em. Sota cries.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
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The car ride home from the hospital was quiet but heavy with emotion.
Sasuke sat in the backseat with both twins carefully swaddled in his arms, his eyes trained on their delicate faces. Akie was fast asleep, her tiny mouth making soft sucking motions as if dreaming of nursing. Haru, on the other hand, blinked lazily up at the ceiling of the car, onyx eyes mirroring Sasuke’s own…though flecked with the faintest rings of blue when the light caught them just right. Naruto kept glancing at the rearview mirror, hand white-knuckled on the steering wheel.
He hadn’t stopped smiling since the moment the doctor placed the twins in their arms.
“Home,” the blonde breathed when they finally pulled into the driveway, his voice thick with wonder. “We’re home.”
Sasuke exhaled, shifting slightly as the car came to a gentle stop. “Yeah,” he murmured. “We’re really home.”
The front door opened before they even reached the steps.
Iruka and Kakashi stood on the porch, beaming. Sota launched himself past them before either man could stop him.
“Mama!” he cried, arms wide. “Mama, Papa!”
Naruto stooped to catch him before he could barrel into Sasuke, laughing as he scooped Sota into his arms.
“Careful, bud,” he said, kissing the top of his son’s head. “Your siblings are here.”
Sota’s mouth dropped open. “The babies?”
The omega knelt slightly, carefully tilting the bundles in his arms so Sota could see. “Meet your little brother and sister.”
The boy leaned in, nose twitching as he sniffed curiously. He blinked. “They smell like mama and Papa.”
Sasuke’s heart twisted, warm and full. “That’s because they’re ours.”
He didn’t expect Sota to cry.
But tears welled up in the toddler’s eyes, and he buried his face in Naruto’s neck. “They’re so small,” he mumbled. “I’mma pwotect babies, I pwomise.”
Kakashi reached forward first, his eyes crinkling as he peered down into the blankets.
“Oh wow,” he murmured. “She’s got your hair, Sasuke.”
“And his eyes,” Iruka added, choking up as he gently stroked Akie’s tiny hand. “She looks like an Uchiha and an Uzumaki all at once.”
“And this little guy…” the silver-head crouched to examine Haru, whose head tilted toward the sound of his voice. “He’s got your hair, Naruto. But those eyes… definitely Sasuke’s.”
The omega felt his throat tighten. There was something surreal about seeing their children through someone else’s eyes: watching other people fall in love with them, too.
“You okay?” Naruto was at his side in an instant.
Sasuke nodded, resting his head briefly against his shoulder. “Just sore.”
“Let’s get you inside.”
Their friends arrived shortly after. Sakura and Ino were first like usual, both carrying bags of food, diapers, baby clothing and toys…cooing loudly the moment they stepped inside.
“Where are they?” The pink-headed alpha demanded. “Let me see them!”
“Shh, they’re asleep,” Sasuke said, but he was already smiling.
Haruki clung to Ino’s hand, shy but curious. “Mommy, can I see the babies?”
“Only if you’re gentle,” the blonde omega warned, ruffling his hair.
Gaara and Shikamaru came next, the former holding a gift bag that looked suspiciously heavy, the latter yawning as though he’d been forced to socialize against his will.
“Still didn’t think you two were gonna out-breed the rest of us,” Shikamaru muttered as he eyed the twins, though there was a soft curl to his lips.
Gaara crouched beside the bassinet Naruto had set up near the couch, staring at the babies in silence for a long moment. “They’re beautiful,” he said eventually. “Really.”
It felt like their small living room was glowing. Everyone took turns holding the babies…though Sasuke hovered close by every time. Sota sat near his mama and puffed up proudly every time someone called him a “big brother.” Naruto didn’t stop beaming once.
Dinner was chaotic but joyful, filled with laughter, light teasing, and a few emotional hugs.
Iruka pulled Sasuke into a tight embrace at one point, his voice trembling. “I hope you know… you’ve made Naruto happier than I’ve ever seen him. Thank you for giving him this.”
Sasuke’s arms wrapped around the older man slowly, but securely. “Thank you… for raising him to be someone worth loving.”
Later that night, once the twins had been fed and swaddled into slumber, and everyone had gone home, the two lay together in bed. Sota had long since fallen asleep beside the bassinet, curled on a makeshift pillow-fort Naruto constructed just for him.
Sasuke lay with his head on his mate’s chest, fingers tracing small circles over the stretch marks beginning to form on his stomach. His body ached, but it was the kind of ache that came with fulfillment. The twins rested peacefully nearby, their breaths rhythmic and even.
“I still can’t believe they’re real,” the alpha whispered.
His lover tilted his head up to look at him. “They’re really ours.”
Naruto looked down at him, brushing dark bangs from his face. “And you’re mine.”
A small, sleepy smile tugged at Sasuke’s lips. “I’ve always been.”
They kissed slowly, deeply, without urgency. The raven-head felt the softness of it in every cell, the overwhelming calm that followed years of running, of surviving, of hiding.
He had an entire family now.
He had a future.
And even as he closed his eyes and listened to the soft hum of his newborns sleeping, to the muffled giggle from Sota’s dreams, and the steady heartbeat of the alpha beside him…he knew that this was everything he ever wanted.
Everything that mattered.
Everything he was, everything he had to give… belonged to them.
And as his eyes fluttered shut, breath soft and steady against Naruto’s skin, he knew the truth of it with quiet certainty.
Some things were sacred.
He was no longer alone.
He was safe.
He was loved.
He was home.
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Notes:
The story will be ending tomorrow but let me know if you want me to do a spin-off with a one-shot series about their life as being mated with three children ;)
Please stay tuned <3
With Love,
mixciii~
Chapter 26: Our Truth (Epilogue)
Summary:
In which two months since the twins are born and Naruto’s doing a livestream with his family.
Chapter Text
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It had been two months since the twins were born, and Naruto still couldn’t believe it.
He sat at his usual place in front of the mic, his voice warm and familiar as it flowed into the open space of the room…but tonight was different. The lighting was soft, the camera wider than usual, and just to his right sat the very heart of his life.
Sasuke.
Beside his mate sat their oldest son, Sota, legs swinging from the plush armchair. And nestled carefully in Sasuke’s arms were two tiny bundles wrapped in soft pastel blankets: Haru, with a tuft of golden hair, and Akie, raven-haired and blinking up at the world with her father’s eyes.
The podcast’s signature tune faded out as Naruto leaned in, smile easy but glowing with something deeper than charisma.
“Hey, everyone. Welcome back to Humanity’s Truth. Today’s episode is something I’ve been wanting to do for some time. And now, I can finally do it. With all of you. Live.”
The chat window was already exploding. Hearts, clapping emojis, strings of “OH MY GODS” and “IS THAT SASUKE??” filled the screen.
The blonde chuckled. “Yeah… that’s him. That’s my omega. My mate. My everything.” He reached over and brushed his fingers against Sasuke’s.
The raven-head eyes rolled in amusement, but the corners of his lips lifted as he looked at him. “You’re embarrassing me in front of the whole internet.”
“They need to know how lucky I am.”
Sasuke didn’t answer that. He just glanced down at the twins and adjusted Akie’s position. Haru had already fallen asleep on his sister’s shoulder.
“And these,” Naruto continued, “are Haru and Akie: our newest additions. And you all already know this little guy.” He gestured toward Sota, who grinned at the camera and waved, missing one of his teeth.
“Halo!” The four-year old chirped.
The chat cooed in unison.
The alpha laughed and leaned forward. “Okay, so here’s how today’s going to go. We’re gonna answer a bunch of your live questions. I’ll try to pick a few from each section: family, life, love. We’re being honest tonight. Real. Vulnerable. Just like always.”
A notification chimed. The first fan question was in.
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1. “How did you two meet? You look so in love!”
Naruto and Sasuke exchanged a look. Sasuke gave him a wry smile.
“You want the podcast-friendly version?” he asked.
The blonde shrugged, grinning. “I think we should give them the real one. Unless you’re not comfortable.”
The raven-head let out a breath. “Alright. We met because of… well, unconventional circumstances. I was a content creator…adult content. And Naruto…”
“I subscribed,” the alpha said unapologetically.
Sasuke covered his face as Naruto laughed.
“We met properly through dms. Naruto messaged kind words that had me motivated to continue. And then things just… evolved. We were drawn to each other before we even realized it.”
2. “Sasuke, how did you know Naruto was the one?”
The question made the omega go quiet for a beat.
“I think… it wasn’t one moment. It was a hundred little ones. When he held my son without flinching. When he kissed my heat-slicked hair like it didn’t scare him. When he never made me feel like I had to be anything but myself.”
The man turned to him, visibly moved.
“I knew because I didn’t feel alone anymore,” Sasuke added.
3. “Naruto, was it hard becoming a father so suddenly?”
“Honestly?” Naruto nodded. “Yeah. Not because of Sota. He’s the best kid in the world. But because I was scared. Scared I’d mess up. Scared I wouldn’t be enough. But my boy made it easy. He started calling me Papa before I even earned it. And now I’d fight the world for him.”
Sota beamed and climbed into his lap, hugging him tight. “My Papa.”
The chat cooed again.
4. “Sasuke, are you still doing adult content?”
He shook his head gently. “No. I stopped when I realized my body wasn’t just mine anymore. I mean that in the most innocent and wholesome way possible. It belonged to the man who loved me…not just desired me. And that changed everything.”
He glanced toward the camera. “But I don’t regret it…doing adult content. It gave me a way to survive. To provide for my son. To be in control. I’ll never be ashamed of that.”
5. “What do you do now, Sasuke?”
“I work in customer service. Our friends boutique. It’s not glamorous when it comes to certain customers, but it’s steady. And it lets me come home to my family every day. That’s all I need.”
Naruto leaned into the mic. “And he’s amazing at it.”
The raven-head huffed. “You’ve never seen me work.”
“I’ve seen how proud you are. That’s enough.”
6. “What’s the hardest part about having twins?”
“The crying,” they said at the same time.
The alpha laughed. “They’ve got a tag team system. If one falls asleep, the other wakes up. They have it down to a science.”
“But,” Sasuke added, gazing at the twins, “the moment they curl up against us, all of it is worth it.”
7. “Sota, how do you feel about being a big brother?”
Sota looked serious. “I wuv it. They sooo small. I wuv when Akie holds my han. And…and Haru farted once and it smell ewww.”
Naruto choked.
Sasuke hid his face in his palm again, laughing.
8. “What does family mean to you both?”
The blonde’s voice dropped, soft and low. “Family is the people you choose. The people who fight for you. It’s love. Not blood.”
His mate nodded slowly. “Family is what I never thought I’d get. And now that I have it... it’s… everything.”
9. “Sasuke, what would you tell your younger self?”
He swallowed thickly.
“I’d tell him he’s not broken. That being an omega isn’t a curse. That one day, he’ll be loved without conditions. And that he deserves every bit of happiness he’s afraid to reach for.”
Naruto gently squeezed his hand, he leaned so his nose nuzzled over the mating mark beneath Sasuke’s collar.
10. “What’s next for your family?”
Naruto looked at the camera, then back to his mate, then to the three little pieces of his heart surrounding him.
“We live. We grow. We laugh. We learn. We keep choosing each other. Every day.”
He kissed Sasuke’s temple and added, “We keep telling and showing our truth.”
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As the stream wound down, the comments section exploded with love: hearts, congratulations, thank yous, and so many people saying how much hope their story gave them.
Naruto ended the stream gently, whispering a soft “Goodnight,” before the screen faded to black.
The twins were already sleeping. Sota had curled up on his Papa, thumb in his mouth. Sasuke was leaning back, eyes half-lidded from exhaustion but content.
The alpha reached out and gently turned off the mic. The room fell into quiet.
He looked over his family one more time: his entire world in a single frame.
And as he leaned in and pressed his lips softly to Sasuke’s knuckles, he smiled.
“This,” he whispered, “is everything I’ll ever need.”
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Chapter 27: Something Borrowed, Something True (Epilogue 2)
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
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The moonlight painted soft silver shadows across the bed, casting a quiet kind of stillness that only came after the rest of the world had fallen asleep. The house was hushed: Sota had gone to bed hours ago, his favorite plush fox tucked under one arm, and the twins were dozing in their bassinet down the hall, their synchronized breaths faint on the baby monitor nearby.
And in the middle of that warmth and peace lay Naruto and Sasuke, naked bodies tangled beneath the linen sheets, hearts slowly returning to a resting rhythm.
They’d made love with all the slow, reverent tenderness that came only when words weren’t enough. When emotions sat too deep under the skin to be spoken aloud.
Sasuke still had a hand splayed across the blonde’s bare chest, his cheek resting just below the hollow of his shoulder. Naruto had one arm curled around him, fingers idly stroking up and down the ridge of his mate’s spine like he was memorizing every vertebrae.
It should’ve been silent. Maybe that was what made the words tumble out.
“I want to marry you.”
They spoke at the same time.
Naruto blinked at the ceiling.
Then—
“What?” Sasuke asked.
The alpha turned his head. “Wait. What did you just say?”
His omega sat up slightly, incredulous. “I said I want to marry you. What did you say?”
“I said the same thing!”
They stared at each other, expressions tangled in equal parts shock and something sweetly exasperated…like two people who had once again stumbled into the same heartbeat without even trying.
The raven-head narrowed his eyes. “Are you being serious right now?”
Naruto pushed himself up on his elbows. “Dead serious. I’ve been thinking about it for months. I even got a ring.”
Sasuke’s mouth dropped open. “You got a ring?”
“Yeah! It’s been in my closet, buried under my old jerseys. I’ve been waiting for the right time.”
His lover groaned and cupped his face. “Oh my god.”
“What? What??”
“I also got a ring. Two months ago. It’s in my old camera bag. I was waiting for the perfect time, too.”
They stared again. And then—simultaneously, hilariously…burst into laughter.
It wasn’t the pretty, poised kind of laugh either. It was the kind that came from somewhere deep in the ribs, where surprise collided with affection. Sasuke fell against Naruto’s chest again, shoulders shaking. The alpha laughed until his stomach hurt, wrapping his arms tight around him as they both laughed themselves silly over the absurdity of it all.
“I can’t believe this,” the smaller man wheezed. “We’re actual fucking idiots.”
The other snorted. “Hopeless romantics, actually.”
“You’re such a dork.”
“Yet you’re marrying me,” Naruto teased, pressing a kiss to Sasuke’s temple.
Sasuke stilled a little in his arms, the amusement softening into something else…something quiet and full of meaning.
“…Yeah,” he whispered. “I am.”
The blonde turned slightly, tipping his mate’s chin up to look at him. “We already have everything, y’know? The house. Our three kiddos. Our whole damn future.”
“I know.” Sasuke met his gaze, voice softer now. “But I want this too. I want the ceremony. I want to sign the paper. I want to be legally yours. Not just through being mated. I want the world to know.”
Naruto nodded slowly, something in his chest blooming like a second sun.
“I want to dance with you,” he said. “In front of everyone. With the kids watching. I want our oldest to be the ring bearer, and our twins to cry during the vows.”
“Akie won’t cry,” Sasuke smirked. “She’ll just stare at everyone like she’s judging their fashion choices.”
Naruto chuckled, rubbing his thumb along Sasuke’s bare hip. “And you’ll look so beautiful. Everyone’s gonna cry when you walk down the aisle.”
The other rolled his eyes fondly. “You’re so dramatic.”
“I’m in love.”
“Still dramatic.”
But Sasuke was smiling. Glowing, even.
They lay there in the quiet for a moment longer before Naruto sat up suddenly. “Okay, okay, wait…get your ring. I’ll get mine. I want to see it.”
The raven-head blinked. “Now?”
“Now.”
“You’re not even wearing pants.”
“Neither are you!”
Sasuke snorted and got out of bed, grabbing the oversized hoodie that Naruto had shed earlier and pulling it over his head. His lover followed, slipping into his boxers and stumbling toward the closet while the omega dug through the old camera bag that he kept under the dresser.
They met back in bed, both slightly breathless from their frantic hunt.
“On three?” The alpha asked.
The raven-head nodded, heart thumping.
“One… two… three—”
They exchanged boxes.
Sasuke opened his first…and gasped.
It was simple, but stunning. A sleek white-gold band, with a single engraved swirl on the inside. He turned it and found the inscription:
“Your chaos. Your calm. Always.”
His eyes prickled.
“Naruto…”
The blonde had gone quiet, staring down at the ring in his own hand: a slim gold band with a faint etching of a hawk in flight, wings spread wide across the curve.
Inside, it read:
“I found home in you.”
The omega looked up. Naruto was wiping his eyes.
“Babe…” he whispered, crawling toward him and gently cupping his face. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” the blonde said, voice thick. “Just didn’t think we’d get here.”
Sasuke leaned in and kissed him. Not urgently. Not hungrily. Just a slow, deep kind of kiss…the kind that didn’t need teeth or tongues to say everything that needed to be said.
When they pulled back, Naruto laughed softly.
“So do we… just put them on?”
“Right now?” The other blinked.
“Yeah.”
“No vows? No confetti?”
“We’ll still do the wedding. But this…” the alpha pressed the ring into his lover’s palm, “…this part’s just for us.”
Sasuke slid the ring onto his finger, then offered his own hand in return. Naruto slid the white-gold band onto his left ring finger, then kissed it.
They both stared at their hands, silent.
The rings glinted against their skin.
“I can’t believe we just proposed to each other after sex,” he muttered.
The raven-head giggled. “It was really good sex.”
Naruto grinned. “It always is with you.”
They crawled back under the covers, and the alpha wrapped himself around his omega, burying his face into the crook of his neck.
Sasuke played with his hair lazily.
“I think I want it outdoors,” he said after a minute.
“Hm?”
“Our wedding. Garden, maybe. Something soft and green. A little wild, like us.”
Naruto kissed his neck. “Then that’s what we’ll do.”
They lay there, speaking in slow, sleepy voices, mapping out a future they’d already begun living: white tablecloths and lavender, Sota with a cute flower basket, Iruka crying, Kakashi pretending not to, Sakura yelling instructions, Ino fixing Sasuke’s outfit, Gaara officiating because “he was neutral and wouldn’t cry like everyone else” and Shikamaru saying “how much of a drag it is” but feeling the entire vibes in truth.
They fell asleep like that, wrapped in each other, hearts matched and marked, newly engaged even if they already belonged.
And outside, the moon kept watch over the house that love built.
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End.
Notes:
This has been an amazing journey to write this story. It is definitely one of my proudest works and I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I hope this family I created stays in your hearts. And as for y’all who asked for a spin-off….i will be doing a spin-off series but it won’t be regular uploads as I will be uploading a new fic (IvanTill) so if you are interested in that, please check it out.
Thank you for all the love and support this fic has gotten…it’s truly an honor to read all the loving and kind comments and I hope to see you all in my other fics and in the spin-off.
With Love,
mixciii~
Chapter 28: The Wedding (Side Story)
Summary:
This is a surprise chapter that was supposed to go in the spin-off but I think it deserves to be in the main story to end things off properly so please enjoy.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
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The ceremony was set on a sunlit terrace nestled in the mountains outside of the city: private, green, and ringed with cherry blossoms that bloomed just in time for spring. Naruto and Sasuke had spared no expense, but not in a way that screamed wealth. Instead, it whispered care. Beauty. Intention. From the way the stone walkway was framed in white camellias to the way the linens matched the sky on a perfect blue day.
It wasn’t the kind of wedding plastered across magazines or sponsored online. It was theirs. It was home.
In the bridal suite, chaos reigned.
“Sasuke, you need to breathe,” Ino said, tugging the laces of his embroidered vest snugly. “Hyperventilating is not a good look, especially if you pass out before Naruto even sees you.”
“I’m not hyperventilating,” Sasuke snapped, though his face was flushed and his hands had gone clammy.
“You kind of are,” Sakura chimed in from where she was styling the collar of his pressed shirt. “Here—drink some water before I stuff your mouth with a flower to shut you up.”
“Do not stuff my mouth with flowers—”
“You look beautiful,” Ino cut in, her voice softer this time. “You really do, Sasuke. Naruto’s going to lose it.”
He swallowed. His reflection stared back at him in the tall mirror, and he saw the omega Naruto had chosen. The one he’d built a home with. The one with three beautiful children. The one standing here: nervous, flushed, radiant…with love stitched into every seam of his wedding attire.
He breathed out slowly. “Thanks.”
Meanwhile, the alpha stood near the terrace with Shikamaru, who was holding the twins expertly on either side of his chest, looking like the most exhausted (and secretly proud) babysitter in existence.
“This is a drag,” Shikamaru muttered, rocking Haru and Akie in their tiny white and black outfits, both of them blinking up at the sunlight.
“You volunteered,” Naruto pointed out, adjusting his cuffs.
“I didn’t think they’d both fall asleep on me and weigh like bags of rice.”
The blonde grinned. “You love it.”
Shikamaru rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”
“Don’t cry, Shikamaru,” Gaara said as he approached, wearing a simple but elegant ceremonial robe. “We all know you’re going to cry.”
“I will not—”
“Too late,” Naruto chuckled, pointing to the suspiciously red corners of Shikamaru’s eyes.
“Shut up,” the beta grumbled, sniffling.
Further inside, Iruka stood clutching a handkerchief as he watched the flower arrangements being lined down the aisle.
“They’re getting married,” he whispered.
“Yes, we’re aware,” Kakashi said behind him, trying very hard to look unimpressed. But the glint of moisture in his eye betrayed him.
Iruka sniffled. “I can’t believe it. Our baby boy…”
“He’s not a baby anymore, Iruka.”
“He’ll always be our baby.”
Kakashi patted his back and turned away to blink rapidly.
When the music started: soft strings floating like petals on the breeze, Sota took his place at the head of the aisle. His small tuxedo was slightly crooked and he was holding a basket of white flower petals with exaggerated care.
“Remember, sweetheart,” Sakura said as she straightened his bowtie, “throw the petals lightly. Not like a ninja star. Okay?”
Sota nodded solemnly. “Lightly.”
He walked down the aisle with all the seriousness of a tiny warrior on a mission. Every guest cooed. The basket shook with his efforts to distribute petals correctly, and he only tripped once…catching himself with a proud “I okay!”
Then—
The music shifted.
Everyone turned.
Naruto stepped forward from one side of the aisle. From the opposite end, Sasuke emerged: raven hair brushed perfectly, every line of his suit tailored to him like a second skin, his eyes locking instantly with the blue ones across the space.
The alpha couldn’t breathe.
He forgot how to walk.
The raven-head felt his knees wobble.
But they met in the middle, together, as if every step had only ever been to reach the other.
Gaara stood at the front of the altar, holding a book that was mostly for show. “Well,” he began, expression warm if slightly stoic, “this was inevitable.”
There were some scattered laughs, soft smiles, and even a sniffle from Sakura.
“You’ve already made your vows through your bond,” the red head said gently. “This wedding is just the part where you show the world what the two of you already knew: that you chose each other. Again. And again. And again.”
The omega squeezed his mate’s hand. Naruto didn’t stop smiling.
“I’ve seen both of you grow into the kind of love people write stories about,” Gaara continued, voice low and calm. “Messy, human, flawed…and real. And what’s more important than that?”
Nothing, Sasuke thought.
Absolutely nothing.
They exchanged rings: gold and white-gold bands that shimmered under the sun, and kissed to applause and Sota’s delighted squeal of, “Mama and Papa kissed again!”
By the time the reception began, the sky had turned lavender, lit by lanterns and strings of warm lights draped from tree to tree. Tables were covered in pale linens, with soft music drifting through the warm air.
Iruka was still crying.
Kakashi was pretending he wasn’t.
The twins had been tucked into a cozy, canopied bassinet under the watchful eye of Ino and Sakura, who were stealing cupcakes while pretending to help.
And then…it was time for the first dance.
The crowd shifted back as the blonde led his husband to the middle of the floor. The music started slow: a gentle piano melody that had been playing on loop in Naruto’s head ever since he started planning this wedding months ago.
Sasuke’s hand slid into his.
They moved.
Not gracefully, not perfectly…but in sync. The raven-head leaned into his chest, cheek brushing against the collar of his jacket. Naruto’s arms settled around his waist, pulling him close.
They swayed like that. Holding. Breathing.
“This is real,” Sasuke whispered.
“It always was.”
“You always make me feel like I belong somewhere.”
The alpha pressed his lips to his temple. “You belong in this world…you belong here with me. Always.”
Their feet didn’t do anything fancy. There were no spins, no dips, no choreography. Just movement. Just closeness. Just a pair of people who’d clawed their way through loss and grief and loneliness to find each other.
Naruto’s hand traced idle circles against Sasuke’s lower back. Sasuke’s fingers curled into the lapel of his suit.
From a few feet away, Sota had stopped to stare, hugging his stuffed fox tight as he watched his parents dance with such still, quiet love.
Akie gurgled from the bassinet. Haru blinked up, onyx eyes hazy with sleep.
Shikamaru let out a soft sigh. “It’s still a drag,” he murmured to himself. But his smile was unmistakable.
As the music slowed to its final chords, Naruto leaned down and kissed Sasuke once more.
It wasn’t a kiss of hunger or passion.
It was the kind of kiss people only ever got once in a lifetime, if they were lucky.
The kind that said:
You are everything. You are home.
And the omega kissed him back like he already knew.
Like he always had.
The guests applauded.
Sota clapped the loudest.
The babies cooed.
And somewhere in the middle of the laughter, the music, the lights—
The lovers held onto each other like the world could never pull them apart again.
Because it couldn’t.
They were already home.
Together.
Forever.
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THE END.
(for real now hehe)
Notes:
See you in the spin-off <3
Give me ideas. Yes I will write the kids growing up but give me ideas when the kids are still young.
With Love,
mixciii~