d-5 #SSRetsudenCountdown prompt: i'd burn down the whole world for you— regency? feudal? asoiaf/hotd? au
slight warning for suggestive themes
the crown feels heavy on her head yet it's the lightest she's ever felt. she knows the weight of it, the burden, the price— but sakura haruno is anything but soft and brittle to carry a measly golden tiara which signifies the start of her reign.
she is now a queen, the queen, of all shinobi nations and here in the land of fire she would start her revolution. she thinks of this as she retires for the night, sensing his presence a few paces behind her.
there's a thrum of adrenaline still running inside her as she remembers his piercing gaze as he placed the crown of his father on top of her pink tresses surrounded by rubies that are as red as his powerful eyes.
she has won the war with the help of no other than the mad king fugaku's only living son, sasuke uchiha, and sakura has never felt so fearless. imagine turning the tyrant's only living kin into her most trusted advisor, her loyal sworn sword and protector, and her most formidable lover.
once they reach her quarters, silence surrounds them. his soft breathing behind her and her own desperate shallow breaths she's been trying to dampen since he gave her that look earlier are the only sounds in the room. she didn't dare look at him.
at least, not yet.
"you've done well, ser," she starts softly, eyes looking at the fire in the hearth of her room. sakura burns, yearns for him; to touch her, feel her, kiss her— but she has to be certain. she wants him to recommit himself to her.
not with his gentle touches on her body and heady gazes upon her soul, but with his words that are potent as any other love potion in the world. sakura attempts to take a deep breath and bury her desires for now until she feels him behind her.
gooseflesh starts to break out from her skin, moreso now when his nose is at the base of her nape, but she perseveres, "now i- i wonder what else you could… do for me… e-especially now that i- ah-"
his petal-soft lips graze her sensitive spot and she closes her eyes and swallows through her dry throat. she hears him murmur wetly against her skin, "especially now that you're my queen?"
she's aching now— on her chest, between her legs, in her heart— and she moans softly when his hot breath hits her ear.
"just say the word, my love, and even i'd burn down the whole world for you."
sakura turns around, her hands finding purchase on his armor-clad chest, and finally looks at the love of her life. dark eyes stare back at her, darker than ever as their pupils occupy almost their entire space, and she quakes from within.
he wants me, she revels in this truth. sasuke-kun…
"perhaps," she answers, her green eyes glittering with mischief. "but not today, my future consort."
sakura hears his sharp intake of breath at that and she basks in the glory of the sasuke uchiha's desire to serve her. without breaking eye contact, she slowly lowers herself onto the plush seat of her favorite fireside chair and leans back.
her hands gather the skirt of her royal dress, allowing him to see her already quivering legs, and breathes out her first decree to him.
"today, you start by getting on your knees."
she sees his devilish smirk first, and then feels it buried between her thighs— and the new queen unfolds.
a/n: bc i have been in a daemyra brainrot for about 10 weeks now. i'm pretty sure i'm pregnant with a dragon at this point
